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ghostly-penumbra · 6 months
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Ectoberhaunt 2023. Day Twenty-one
"Isekai: Past Prompt: Ectoberhaunt 2021. Day Two: Laugh"
Ao3
DPxDC. Inspired by this post.
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Batman observed as his children interacted with… Danny, who was and wasn’t his son at the same time.
A clone created from his and Joker’s DNA, he and his sister Jazz –created from Diana and Cheetah’s DNA– were meant to have their growth accelerated and be programmed to take down their heroic progenitors ‘if necessary’, but the Fentons –their parents–, once they saw the children they had engineered wouldn’t be allowed childhoods, lives of their own, or even personhoods, had taken the children, blown up the lab and all the research and samples there were, and had ran away to an untraceable city, where they grew up as quasi-normal children.
Neither of them had even the slightest intention of leaving their parents.
“… and I naturally say ‘how about a little gratitude for your dashing rescuer?’, you know, ‘cause I deserve it!”
Red Robin muttered a curse and tried to shove at Red Hood, and that bickering was what final made the siblings burst into laughter, loud and young… and frenzied, mocking, and never ending.
Batman’s son froze in their struggle, staring at Danny with apprehension.
It wasn’t long before him and Jasmine noticed, and quieted their laughter. “Is something wrong?” Jasmine asked.
It was Jason who spoke up first. Jason who was the one that had gotten attached first and more deeply.
“Danny, your laughter is just like Joker’s and it’s pretty disturbing.”
Danny looked surprised for a second, but then groaned and buried his face in his hands. Jasmine sighed and rubbed her forehead.
“Of course it is.” She said.
“It’s not really a big deal.” Tim began, looking at Danny with worry. “It just surprised us, we’ll get over it.”
“I’m supposed to already have under control!” Danny bemoaned. “I’ve practiced!” He turned to his sister for comfort. “How much have I been slipping?”
“Barely! Just this time. Your smiles are good.”
At his sister’s words, Danny smiled at the other boys; a small, hesitant thing that might have fooled people that weren’t detectives.
“The autism, on the other hand, you got from Batman.” Red Robin said, and took a sip from his coffee.”
The siblings turned to look at him, clearly curious, and Batman gave them a neutral stare. He didn’t conceal his fidgeting die.
Danny smiled, and their conversation resumed.
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Happy Inktober Goatober!
@foolofabookwyrm-activated made the perfect prompt list for 2022.
Day Twenty-One - G.O.A.T.
Ebeneza Petty is the greatest of all time. So strong and so not interested in being a pawn in the game.
Day Twenty - Warrior : Link
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awhitehead17 · 2 years
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Whumptober 2022: Day 21 - Famous last words
Prompt: Coughing up blood
Summary: It’s not Jason’s fault that he’s sick, Tim knows that, however he can't help but be annoyed by the constant coughing and decides to go and say something about it.
Enjoy! :D
He’s feeling irrationally annoyed right now. Tim knows it’s not Jason’s fault but he still can’t help but be irritated by what’s going on. Jason’s constant coughing is driving him insane, it’s loud and it sounds awful. Every time Jason happens to have a coughing fit, which seems to be like every five minutes, Tim gets distracted and loses track of what he’s doing, he's re-read the same line about seven times by now.
Instead of being in one of his own apartments recovering, Alfred has Jason on lockdown here in the Manor until his chest infection clears up. The only reason Tim is at the Manor himself is because Alfred also has Tim on lockdown as he’s now at the tail end of his recovery period from a knee injury that occurred while he had been on patrol. Tim can’t flee the Manor meaning he can’t escape from Jason trying to hack his lungs up.
Just as he’s about to try and concentrate on his work again another bout of coughing from his brother occurs, it echoes through his room and it feels like it’s vibrating against the walls. Huffing, Tim slams his pen down on his desk and gets up from his chair in order to march his way to Jason’s bedroom across the hall.
Not hesitating when he gets there Tim wrenches the door open and stands in the threshold glaring into the room. Jason’s room is dark apart from where he currently has an old 90’s film playing on his TV. Turning his attention to the bed Tim spots Jason swaddled up in his bed covers and blankets, surrounded by empty water bottles and used tissues.
Tim pulls a face at the sight and then soon winces when Jason coughs again and Tim feels it shake his entire frame. It’s a full chesty, wet cough and sounds absolutely awful. When it passes Jason is left breathing heavily.
Crossing his arms over his chest Tim glares at him. “Could you die quietly please? I’m trying to work.”
“Fuck you.” Comes the instant retort. Tim pulls another face, Jason sounds even worse speaking than he did coughing.
“Not in your condition,” Tim quips, “you’d end up making me ill.”
Jason goes to say something again but his words end up turning into another coughing fit. It lasts for a good minute and once again Jason is left breathing heavily when it ends.
“Well that doesn’t sound good.”
Tim jumps at the sound of a new voice coming from behind him. He looks over his shoulder to find Dick standing behind him, peering into Jason’s room with a concerned look on his face.
“I’m fine,” is Jason’s strong argument.
Behind Tim, Dick snorts. “Sure you are.” There’s a pause between them before Dick nudges Tim out of the way so he could head into Jason’s room. Tim blinks and wonders what Dick is thinking, why would he voluntarily enter the infectious room like that. Then again, he's not the one with the compromised immune system, Dick will probably be fine, if Tim were to enter he guarantees within the next few days he’d be bedridden with flu like symptoms.
From the safety of the threshold, Tim watches as Dick starts cleaning up Jason’s mess. He collects the empty water bottles and puts them to the side before moving onto fussing over Jason himself, Dick rearranges his blankets so they’re more comfortably tucked around him and even puffs up his pillow much to Jason’s obvious dismay. Once their brother is more situated on his bed, Dick grabs the bin and begins collecting the discarded tissues.
Finding the situation no longer interesting, Tim turns to leave, he’ll just have to work out a way to block out Jason’s coughing. He had already tried using headphones but he supposes he could try them again, perhaps another option could be to simply move to another part of the Manor.
“Are you bleeding!”
Dick’s sudden exclamation stops Tim in his tracks, not even three steps away from the room, and he goes back to find Dick examining a used tissue closely.
With a roll of his eyes Jason replies in a raspy voice, “I’ve coughed up some blood yeah, nothing to be concerned about.”
Dick looks scandalized. “’Nothing to be concerned about.’ Jason this could be serious! You coughing up blood could mean all kinds of different things. This isn’t nothing! Does Alfred know about this?”
Jason shakes his head clearly not happy to be on the end of Dick’s mother-henning. The eldest has his hands on his hips and is glaring down at him.
“No. And he doesn’t need to.” Jason says sending Dick his own glare, although any heat behind it is lost due to how exhausted he looks. “It can happen with chest infections and when you have as bad of a cough as I do. It’s only minor bleeding. It’s fine.” As he finishes talking, another coughing fit hits him and the actions just make Dick look even more concerned than before.
Once he's done Dick is quick to hand him a bottle of water which is half full and Jason takes it without protest. As he sips the liquid Dick crosses his arms across his chest and widens his stance.
“Despite what you say, I’m going to get Alfred because I think this needs to be looked at. It’s better to be safe than sorry and Alfred deserves to know what’s going on.”
Before Jason could protest Dick is leaving the room, as he passes by Tim who moved to the side to let him through the door, he shoves the bin into his hands and storms down the corridor in the pursuit of Alfred.
Blinking at the object he's now suddenly holding Tim’s mind takes a minute to catch up with what is going on. Shaking his head Tim moves to place the bin down just inside of the door of Jason’s room. When he straightens back up he spots Jason watching him with a raised eyebrow.
“Got anything to add?”
His brother sounds tired and grumpy, like he’s just done with everything. Tim honestly feels almost sorry for him being on the receiving end of Dick’s care, it’s not that the oldest if awful at looking after them but sometimes he can be a bit much. Tim wouldn’t change that about him however.
Putting his hands up in surrender Tim shakes his head. “Nope. Nothing from me. I’m just gonna… go and not be here anymore…”
Nodding once Tim turns around and leaves Jason’s room. His brother can continue being sick while Tim is in the safety of his own room. Dick and Alfred can handle Jason, Tim will be standing by at a distance until he’s better.
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canyouhearthelight · 2 years
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Today's prompt is "bad dog"...
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I did, in fact, draw a very bad dog.
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figsandfandoms · 2 years
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b-sturniolo · 5 months
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Winter Moodboard 
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fanfictasia · 7 months
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Sicktember Day 21
“But if you stay, you’ll get sick too”
Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Chosen Twins
Anakin Skywalker
Obi-Wan and I quickly step back out of the way to avoid getting hit as the piece of rock crashes to the ground. Aniya pokes her head down the hole, seconds later. “Time for you boys to get out of there!” she calls cheerfully.
“You might want to keep back!” I yell back in warning.
Qui-Gon’s head appears over the opening next. “What’s happening?” he asks.
“We’re dealing with toxic spores down here,” Obi-Wan calls back, irritably, “If you would cease blocking the opening, we could leave.”
They back off, and I jump out, immediately followed by Obi-Wan. The moment the breath of fresh air hits me, I suddenly notices how… wrong the air felt in there. And for whatever reason, I’m abruptly feeling sick to my stomach.
Great. I don’t need to worry about that right now.
“We lost the trail,” Obi-Wan grumbles, scanning our surroundings to see nothing.
“Not to worry,” Aniya chirps, “They also blew up our ship and took off out the some back exit to the cave. So, we came looking for you.”
Obi-Wan coughs.
That… doesn’t sound good.
“Are you two okay?” Qui-Gon queries, frowning.
“Yes,” I insist automatically, “So what’s the situation?”
“We better check on the condition of the speeder and try to go after them,” Obi-Wan replies, punctuating the end of his sentence with a sneeze.
“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” Aniya replies, none too cynically. “I think it’s been destroyed beyond repair.”
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areasontobreathe · 2 years
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Today's Inktober 2022 prompt is "Bad Dog".
I considered drawing a really vicious Chihuahua, but in the end realized there is no such thing as a Bad Dog. Just bad owners and this guy....
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He isn't bad. He's just drawn that way 🤣
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lunameimei · 1 month
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"Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick?"
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breaking-justin · 11 months
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old twenty øne pilots is still a jam tho // creds: @alternative.xoxo on insta
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ghostly-penumbra · 11 months
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DannyMay 2023. Day Twenty-one
"Shatter"
Ao3
Warning: Violence.
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Agent O pinned Danny’s left arm whilst K did his right.
His heartbeat skyrocketed and the oozing pain intensified where he had been shot down.
I won’t return, was all he could think.
He felt his core tremble, building up from his chest, up his throat, to his vocal cords. His vision tunnelled, he opened his mouth and
w̵̪̎̈́̽͘̚a̸͔̣̳̭̗͈̍̾̆ͅi̷̦̬̟̓̿̃͗̎͂͜͝ļ̴̨̘̹̤̼̞̆͗̀̚͝ẽ̵̦̲̜̝͕̞̍̇͜d̵̦͖̎́͆̓̈͊͠ͅ.
Danny came back to himself and stood up.
The agents were writhing on the ground next to where he had been, holding their heads in their hands as blood dripped from their ears.
Danny took to they sky and flew away.
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ai-sun · 6 months
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The twenty two crew members of the Heart Pirates and their beloved captain
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f0linasahl0 · 1 month
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i can't
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stop thinking
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about his
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deadpan stare
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literally cannot stop thinking about it. like look at him he's so done.
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literally cannot stop thinking about this and the fucking lore implications. look at him. he's so broken and done. he doesn't wanna be there anymore ☹️
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literally looks so dead inside sitting next to these two hosts. i'm literally going insane. i was talking to my friend and like just how fucking heartbreaking clancy's story really is. i'm literally--im literally going insane i can't anymore.
the fucking way he ended this livestream with "nobody's coming for me" dude im literally--
this lore is so detailed. this story is so profound. i'm literally never going to stop talking about it
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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 6 months
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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄: wall sex w/ steve rogers
a/n: y'all are gonna watch as i absolutely fuckin' grind to get caught up with kinktober because i physically, mentally and psychologically REFUSE to continue posting for this challenge in november.
masterlist | kinktober masterlist | AO3
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One thing that came with being thicker than others for the majority of your life, you often doubted people's ability to be able to carry you. 
Maybe it was a skill issue regarding them, but each time without fail, the men in your life had asked and failed to pick you up, which ended up just embarrassing both parties. 
That was before you had met Steve. Steve was so ridiculously strong, and he loved to show off, especially after you'd told him about the others' past failures.
"Ah! Steve!" You yelped in surprise.
You went from riding your boyfriend on the bed to being raised up into the air and walked backwards until your back hit the wall. 
His mischievous laugh rang out in your ear as he continued to fuck you from below, your body dangerously shooting up the wallpaper. Your grip on his shoulders tightened in fear, but that fear manifested itself along with your arousal, adding to your pleasure.
"You're gonna drop me!" You whimpered. He just smirked at you.
"You're fine, sweetheart." He cooed, pulling your body slightly off of his cock before slamming back. "Fuck! Stevie, 'm serious." You said, but your words were weak and lacked any bite behind them. He knew you had given up when he felt the roll of your hips against his pelvis.
"No," He started, "You're not." He finished, pulling out once more only to slam back into you, his cock kissing your g-spot.
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idiotmaggot · 1 month
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This is too real I'm gonna start crying again
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raphaerolo · 12 days
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Codywan + Beeee Yourself 🐝 for the Palette Gauntlet? If you'd like! -- @smoosey
@smoosey this was so much fun and just an all around nice time for me so thank you 💛
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Modern au and they found a kitty!! And yes she's named Boga because I gotta!
(The original colour palette post is here)
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