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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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Danny's found a way to dodge GIW trackers, as well as his parents. Their equipment hunts ghosts, ghosts run on emotion; so as long as he keeps his under a tight lid and doesn't feel anything ever, they won't be able to track him.

It works!

He's able to run from them, and goes as far as New Jersey. The plan was to stow away on a ship, and go to literally any country that wasn't America. He goes to Gotham, which hosts the one harbor he knows where no one will ask any questions.

But because of how weird he acted (completely emotionless during a Joker attack), he was fingered by police immediately.

He's handed over to CPP. CPP doesn't know what to do with a teen literally so traumatized that they don't show any emotion at all, ever. He keeps just...walking out of his placements. Just leaves without a sound.

Luckily, he's always caught, due to those placement houses having quiet alarms and him refusing to run.

They call the one foster parent they know who does.

Bruce Wayne takes in the strange, nameless kid who refuses to talk.

On paper, they gave him the filler name of 'John Doe', for lack of anything better to do.

Bruce does everything he can to make the newest arrival feel at home. Damian, for as territorial as he is, actually breaks out of his shell sooner than expected just to try to get the new kid to speak. To emote. To do something. Duke tries the open approach, then tries the 'no one will ever know, everyone thinks I'm an innocent goody-two-shoes' approach. Nada.

Tim even tries to trick him into talking, but nothing works.

Enter Dick; Dick heard about Bruce's new ward, about the situation, and decided to see if he could get the kid to open up.

Danny though. Danny's in trouble.

The Wayne Manor is weirdly secure, and he can't just walk away like he did his other placements. He can't use ghost powers or the GIW and his parents will immediately know where he is.

He really, really wants to take Bruce up on his offer and just spend the day relaxing. Respond to Damian's attempts to provoke him. Overshare about space facts with Tim.

But most of all, he really, desperately wants to get in a Pun Competition with Dick. He wants to laugh at Dick's jokes, and learn coolass gymnastic tricks!

But he can't!

If he relaxes with Bruce, he'll be content, which is an emotion. If he argues with Damian, he'll get annoyed, which is an emotion. If he sneaks out with Duke and breaks the rules, he'll get happy, which, again, emotion. If he overshares with Tim, he'll get excited, which is, yet again, an emotion!

The worst sin of all, he can't even show proper appreciation of the food the Butler keeps making him!

And now there's even more people coming over!

There's a quiet girl who keeps reading his body language and trying to get him to dance ballet, a blonde girl who keeps trying to kidnap him to take him to BatBurger, a guy with a stripe of white who wants to take him to a shooting range, and it just...he really, really wants to!

He wants to do all these cool things with them!

But he fucking can't!

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This au again lawl. Where Danny wears these special sunglasses to hide his eyes that also track down ghosts in his human form.

The Justice League tracks down a summoning for the ghost king, an eons old tyrant of the infinite realms and known to bring war and devastation whenever he is summoned.

The cultists do manage to summon the ghost king, except, not how they wanted. They did indeed summon the king, but Pariah Dark is still trapped in eternal sleep and somehow, just, somehow, they managed to draw the lottery and dragged the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep to the summoning circle.

So there the Justice League were, wondering what to do with the (currently) locked away and sleeping ghost king.

Until Constantine's coat flipped itself open and a boy with glowing white hair and a mist of blue blowing from his mouth.

"Old man." The boy greeted.

"Brat." Constantine said.

"Do you mind explaining why and how this," The boy gestured to the Sarcophagus. "Is here and not in Pariah's Keep?"

"Funny story, that one." Constantine said, only half-jokingly. He then went on to explain that the Justice League came to track down cultists, said cultists somehow managed to drag that here, and now they didn't quite know what to do with it.

The boy stood still for a moment, before taking off his sunglasses to pinch the bridge of his nose and sighed, a large amount of blue flame spilling from his mouth. "Ancients above, why is it every time something notable happens, it's always you?"

Constantine snorted, reaching into his coat for a pack of cigarettes and lighting himself one. "Hypocritical coming from you."

"I know, but still." The boy walked over to the Sarcophagus and sat on it, as if it wasn't the thing currently holding one of the most powerful ghosts in the infinite realms. "You know smoking is bad for you, right?"

"What, you learned that in class?" Constantine snarked, making no move to do anything and causing the boy to sigh again, toxic green eyes looked around the room, falling over each hero present before homing in on Flash. The boy pointed to him. "You. Come here."

"Whatcha want with red?" Constantine asked and the boy simply shrugged his shoulders. "Passing on a message."

The boy blinked once, and if he was surprised that the Flash was already in front of him, then he didn't show it. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a green sticky not, motioned for Flash to bent down and stuck it on his forehead.

Superman was... concerned. There was a heartbeat there, he could hear it, but it was so slow and seemed rather weak, like the boy was near death.

"Alright, now I gotta get old mean and green back to his keep before the Observants get on my case." The boy put back on his sunglasses and got up, waving Flash away and lifting up the Sarcophagus above his head he walked over to Constantine, whose face wrinkled.

"That ain't going to fit." The warlock pointed out and the boy scoffed, probably rolling his eyes behind his glasses. "And you've fit bigger things, just shut up and lift the coat old man."

Constantine did so, and somehow the boy just shoved the entire Sarcophagus inside. The boy was very obviously smug as the blue mist that was blowing from his mouth the entire time petered out. "I'll clean up the mess on my end," The boy said before waving his hand in the Justice League's general direction. "You deal with all that."

"Just get going already, I'm not about to get those sentient eyeballs on my ass."

"Yea, yea. You got enough to deal with as is." The boy then stepped inside Constantine's cloak and as soon as the man let it drop, he disappeared.

Constantine looked around the room, silently assessing the situation as he brought another cigarette to his lips.

He lamented the fact he would have to deal with this sober.

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Dead Dad or God?

It's been a handful of years and Ellie has joined the YJL

The YJL has the misunderstanding that her dad is dead

Which you know not exactly wrong but why do they think this?

Cuz Ellie and Danny are both little gremlin shits that found out they could speak to each other and hear each other no matter the distance or dimension,

So like I said little shits TM that they are decides to make it look like a prayer while speaking

So every time she says

"Oh yea let me just go tell my dad"

and then proceeds to put her hands together very obviously in a prayer.

This only somewhat stops when the heroes are in a rather tight spot and need some help, and Ellie goes "let me call my dad" in her usual prayer form and then the air beside her gets ripped open and this twink of a man who barely looks any older than her pops out like

" Yo I'm here to help!"

Now they think Ellie is a demi-human and Danny some sort of God.

" Oops? "

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Just an Idea

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heart eye cat meme

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Middle-aged magical girl.

She's been defending the Earth since the early 90s and she's very tired.

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Au where Jason Todd is sacrificed to the King of the Infinite Realms and, upon realizing Danny isnt actually interested in human sacrifice nonsense, immediately shoots his shot

Like this man has been reading romance novels for as long as he can remember and he absolutely refuses to let this set up go to waste. He has a strange new world, a kind but powerful king, a castle, and big ass fucking library right there.

Too bad his family didn’t get the memo and reverse summoned him back too early.

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Jason: *finally seduced Danny and is about to initiate the “frantic sex after weeks of pining” portion of the plot*

Jason: *is summoned back*

Jason: *has hickies all over his neck, claw marks down his back, unzipped pants, and no belt*

Jason: …

Jason: I hate all of you, you cockblocking motherfuckers. I had him right there! I could have been his husband. HUSBAND!!!!!

Bruce:

Tim:

Dick: …looks like you’ve been having a better few weeks than we have.

Damian: Father, I believe this is sufficient proof for removing Todd from the family.

Jason: IF YOU FUCKING WAITED I COULD HAVE HAD A DIFFERENT ONE

Tim: sorry that we worried about you being at the mercy of an all powerful ruler of the dead???

Jason: *sighs with heart eyes* god I fucking wish. His eyes are so pretty when he’s angry 💕

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Mafia in undertale

Doopal is my mafia OC. These are doodles that I drew personally. There are so many images, so I'm going to upload them more as a reblog

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Your father had always hated crows. He hated a lot of things actually, and he was never very subtle about it. You would watch him storm out there sometimes and pelt rocks at them, or try to run them over when he would come up the street. He always enjoyed starting fights over petty things, and hurting animals was something he adored the most.

You loved the crows, though you had to do so from afar for years, not wanting to anger your father. One day though, as a young child, you saw that one of the crows had gotten caught in one of the traps that your father had set out. Luckily he had yet to see, and so you quietly crept out, knowing that he would kill it should he have the chance. 

You can remember the distrustful way it looked at you as you padded over, yet strangely enough it stayed silent as you worked. Once you released it, it stared at you for a moment, before flying away. It had made your day back then, even if you did get in trouble for being outside barefoot.

From that day on, you would do little things for the crows. Some stolen scraps, purposely sabotaged traps, small twigs and such for nests, anything you could do to apologise to the crows for your fathers behaviour. To your surprise, the murder of crows seemed to remember all of your kind deeds.

Over time, you began to find little trinkets and shiny things, dropped on your window sill of a morning. You adored every single one, no matter how strange or simple, and took to saving them away in a little wooden box under your bed. 

As you grew older, and your father left you alone more often, the crows would come and sit on your window sill, listening as you rambled about anything and nothing at all, or letting out soft caws in time with your singing. Strangely enough, whenever you mentioned liking a certain thing, or your need to get something, you would find the gifts shifting to centre around the topic of your discussions. Though you chose to never question it, simply thanking them as you always did. 

Unfortunately, as time went on, your father became a more and more hateful man, leading to many fights over inane things. There were many a time when you found yourself running to your room to hide away from the aggression, grateful for the locks on the door. 

One morning, after a particularly large blow up, you found yourself curled up on your bed, crying, and listening to the sound of your fathers truck screeching angrily down the street. You ignored the faint tapping at the window, not up to facing your feathered friends, but seeing you curled up as you were, they refused to be deterred.

You didn’t hear the lock slowly click open, nor the window being lifted up, but you did feel as the bed dipped, and a large clawed hand gently ran through your hair. You were quick to look up in shock, sight bleary from your tears, and heart pounding with a sudden burst of adrenaline.

Even with your vision blurred, there was no mistaking the large black feathered wings that spread from behind the stranger. You watched as they slowly folded down against their back before vanishing in a wisp of dark smoke as the stranger rolled their shoulders. Gently they continued to run their clawed fingers through your hair, waiting for you to speak.

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I drew mer-legend, now here's Faerule in a bottle!! :D

I struggled with the lighting of this drawing so so much - ultimately the only reason it turned out as good as it did is thanks to my friends who were willing to play along with my bullshit in the middle of the night and help me actually make it look good. So much bs went into making this. So much bs. (As in, I was the one bs-ing.)

But hey it looks good so shhh

I'm still taking suggestions for what other mythical creatures I should draw the boys as (because I still only have ideas for a couple of them, not all), so if you have a thing where you're like "Oh I've aways imagined Wind as like, a phantom or something idk," and you're willing to share, I'd greatly appreciate!! (The only characters I have ideas for rn are Twi, Time, and ofc the Ravio sketch I posted a couple days ago.)

Oh also!! The little cheek thingies and antennae I took from @grooviestsadpapaya 's sketch of triple threat because I love it so much, and also that's what kick-started my inspiration to draw this one in the first place.

But please take my Faerule I love Faerule so much now I'm gonna go do my hw due in like two hours

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Hey guys! I'm just letting you all know that I won't be active that much today.

Me and a bunch of psychos on Tumblr are celebrating the death of some old Roman politician.