Prompt 262
Pondering Ghosts are Dragons, and just rotating each design in my head I have for them. That is the ghosts we see in the show more than just once or twice lol. Just pondering each of them and potential types and descriptions and how the people of Amity see them, as they’re used to the dragons around, vs say someone from Outside, crossover or no, who are Not used to the maybe slightly eldritch undeath interdimensional dragons around everywhere.
That is not normal for other people.
To the Amity Parkers? Boxy is simply a chonky dragon with small boxy wings and covered in blue scales. To people just coming into the city, it’s like seeing a giant komodo dragon when you’re just walking home- not something you exactly want to see and something that is dangerous.
Kitty’s and Johnny’s weekly relationship tussle? Par for the course really. But to visitors? Two giant wyverns tearing into each other, shimmering greens that could be scales, could be tendrils, and shadows lengthening and thrashing like a living beast all its own.
And this is just the small dragonlings, not even beginning with larger ones like Pandora and Fright Knight, chill as they may be.
Outsiders don’t understand that they’re more than just animals. Amity is used to this, but people who have no clue what’s going on? They don’t.
They call the police, the heroes, the government, for help, for answers. And that? That the GIW can use.
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I swear to god, if i see another person say “He just gave us a sad story.” you adding NADA to the conversation.
His experiences being latino, especially living in USA, are not "sad stories". His experiences are the experiences of every latinoamericano that is seen with weird eyes in airports. His "sad stories" is me taking a guide tour in Los Angeles and the guide ignoring my questions and laughing every time he heard me trying to talk in english. Its me and my mom being taking by a taxi to a "latino neighborhood" after giving the driver a Barnes and Noble address, but he deciding that we should go buy books where we felt more comfortable. And more things that Im not comfotable sharing.
So stop trying to imply that he is weaponizing those experiences and redirect your anger to the fucked up people who are being racist.
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A Visit From the Dark Knight
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and Gotham was calm,
Without even the blare of the Arkham alarm.
The city looked beautiful, dusted with snow.
But where were its heroes when crime was so slow?
Oh, they were busy; their plan would ensure
That no child went wanting, no matter how poor.
Oracle - who sees not much less than Santa -
Had plotted the paths they each took, trading banter.
Now, Robin! Now, Batgirl! Now, Black Bat and Nightwing!
Leaping across streets and on rooftops alighting!
On, Red Robin! On, Signal, to the Narrows!
Away they all went, just as speedy as arrows!
Up and down Park Row, children shivering in rags
Would awake to Red Hood’s bountiful gift bags.
In the East End, Catwoman and Catgirl raced
To have every kid’s present purr-fectly placed.
Huntress fired stockings with her trusty crossbow.
Batwing soared overhead, dropping presents below.
No slum, shelter or shanty missed a donation,
Funded by the Martha Wayne Foundation
(Or in Catwoman’s case, she’d rather not say,
But Lex Luthor did lately have quite a bad day).
Batman himself carried over his shoulder
A Bat-sack of toys as big as a boulder.
No crisis or crime could have given him pause,
But a small murmur of “You’re not Santa Claus”
Froze him in his tracks. In a thin, shabby nightgown,
A little girl stood and was staring him right down.
Not scared, but confused, because surely tonight
Batman could rest with St Nick taking flight.
Could he not afford this one night off a year?
And of all parts of Gotham, why would he be here?
Well, Batman crouched down and said, "I know it's strange.
Us heroes are doing Christmas for a change.
Santa Claus is having a night in this year.
Superman lives next door; it was his idea.
I’ve left you some presents, but you mustn’t peek,
And you needn’t worry about food this week.
Although I'm afraid I haven't been as good.
I just woke you up, while Santa never would.
So let’s keep this between you and me, understand?”
She swore that she would and shook his gloved hand.
But then she asked softly, “Don’t you want to be
Back at home, safe and warm with your family?”
He thought of his mansion, his riches, his gold,
And his loved ones out spreading joy in the cold.
He met the girl's eyes and felt no need to bluff.
“My family is Gotham, and I’m warm enough.”
Batman, whose piercing, unwavering glare
Could flood wicked hearts with terror and despair,
Was smiling, though that may be hard to believe;
For he was the night - and it was Christmas Eve.
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