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luckyfox3000 · 8 months

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DC X DP PROMT #12

HELLO MY MINIONS! New promt.

Jason was confused, tired, and so done.

It all started like this. Jason, was of course dealing with the gangs on patrol, handling a drug trafficking ring, and keeping the alley in order, as usual.

However, throughout all that, he felt eyes watching him, but everytime he looked back, he saw nothing.

So, jason was probably hallucinating, or Bruce's paranoia about everything was affecting him (god damn you bruce).

Jason sighed, trudging back to his safe house. Maybe if he got some sleep the odd feeling of constantly being watched would go away.

He head inside, throwing off his helmet and boots, tossing his belt onto the counter. Just as he was about to open the fridge for a 'light' snack (Alfred's lasagna), he spotted a strange, eerie green light floating midair behind him.

Jason dropped the lasagna.

"What the fuck."

"Oh- wait you can see me!?! Sup dude!"

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... Jason now has a new roommate. And a weird green light in the shape of a boy clinging to him.

...

Yeah. He needs some sleep.

Feel free to use or add on!

#dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #dc x dp crossover #lucky_fox #Confused boy Jason #Danny haunting his sexy ass #oops i mean bonding with someone who can see him #(hes invading his house)#Tim WILL get involved...#somehow #i love my baby's Tim and Jason

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skylersprompts · 6 months

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DC x DP Prompt *16*

After he got crowned, Danny started to clean up in the Ghost Zone. One thing he found was an empty lair. An elegant room full of books with a fireplace and comfy armchairs. A ghost was tied to this place, but he never saw them. But he still could feel that the lair was tied to someone, what meant that the ghost didn't end to exist.

It took some time, but Danny was able to follow the bond from the lair to the ghost. He found himself back in the mortal realm and his first thought was that the ghost got somehow stuck here.

So the plan was to find him and bring him back to the zone. Except as soon as Danny made the plan, he should have known that nothing ever goes according to plan for him.

The bond lead him to a young man with black hair that had a white stripe in it. And the man was very much alive, but also didn't seem to be possessed. But he also absolutely felt like the lair.

Invisible Danny followed the guy around and he found out quite a few things.

His name was Jason Peter Todd.

He lives in Gotham.

He is the vigilante/crime lord Red Hood.

He came back from the dead as a revenant.

He got dipped into some corrupted ectoplasm.

He had sever anger issues because of that.

So... Danny made another plan. Jazz had told him about emotional support dogs, because she liked to work with them. And Danny was pretty sure that it shouldn't be to hard to train a ghost dog to do all of this.

It was a nightmare to train Cujo, but after almost six month he was positive that it would work. He took Cujo with him to Gotham and waited till he had a moment where he got Red Hood alone.

The first thing that happened after he made himself visible but not tangible, was that Hood shot him. Like, rude. But because of that he was here.

"Hello. My name is High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms and I am here to give you your prescribed emotional support ghost Dog. His name is Cujo!"

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nelkcats · 1 year

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Divine Signal

After Danny became king his level of meanness towards Vlad only increased. In his defense, the vampire ghost had been a nuisance for too many years to pass up, and now that he could command him the situation was hilarious.

However, at some point Vlad got tired. When Danny commented that he wanted to take some vacations, he decided to took that literally and threw him straight into a black hole, yelling "Have a good trip!", Vlad wasn't sure if the black hole was really a portal to another dimension like the rumors said but it was worth the try, is not like the King could die twice. And the stars would calm him down if it fails.

At the same time, Desiree had sneaked into Clockwork's lair to observe his time windows (something the time master was fully aware of), and heard Jason sigh in resignation and say, "I wish I had someone to love, someone similar to me" with a sad voice; Although he was good at hiding it, Jason had always wanted a romance like the one described in his books.

So of course, she fulfilled his wish. Which ended with Danny being transported to the DC universe via a wormhole and falling straight into Jason's arms, who just stared up at the sky in amazement.

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iguessthisisanewobsession · 2 years

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Dick does not know what he expected trying to sneak a snack from the kitchen before the Thanksgiving dinner.

Maybe Alfred smacking his hand way with a spoon, maybe Jason singing out for tune, maybe his newest brother Danny would help him steal some stuffing.

Not..

“DICK THE DOOR! CLOSE THE DOOR!!”

“HOW THE FUCK?! IT’S A TOFU TURKEY! THERE IS NO BIRD TO BEGIN WITH!!”

“Master Jason! I will allow that slip up for this one occasion! That being said, if could watch your tongue it would be greatly appreciated!”

“Sorry Alfie! Bu-hurk!”

Dick watched at the door as the turkey elbow slammed Jason into a cupboard. The tofu turkey threw a spoon of mash potato as Danny tried to drag little wing out of the line of fire.

He closed the door when he noted Alfred was loading up the shotgun.

He will never understand cooking…

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arkham-guard-dp-au · 1 year

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... Casually throws more fuel to the fire

Residents of Arkham learn about Danny and his "death day" in one way or another. (Coincidentally, it aligns with the same day 2nd Robin died cause of Joker here)

What caused an uproar was when Danny slipped about how during his "death day", he's in quite a bit (read: a lot) of pain and he thinks it might be because of having no grave. Which- oh boy... BATMAN DIDN'T GIVE YOU A GRAVE!?

"Wait wait- what do you mean you don't have a grave!?"

"... I mean... Kinda hard to have a proper funeral of sorts when there wasn't a body left to have one and all. Plus, why would Batman give me one, anyways?"

Everyone's looking at Joker and later Batman. They're both in hot shit. Mainly Joker atm since Batman ain't in Arkham for them to target- at least not until they do a massive breakout just to solely torment him later on.

Like you said, it's mostly general concensus at this point that Death Day is painful. Physically and/or mentally, the amount depends on how much angst the author wants to give.

That being said, you'd think that would mean Danny would take that day off. But we all know he is also the kind of self-sacrificing idiot that would so cover a co-worker's shift that day after being litterly begged too, thanks to understaffing. That or he just forgot but I'm pretty sure it would be hard to forget after the first few times and Jazz would probably call him like before, during, and after his death day because it is just traumatic all around for Danny.

Furthermore, he probably doesn't want to call and talk to Sam or Tucker about it because it makes them feel guilty and he doesn't want to bug them well they are off doing collage things or whatever. Even if his friends are 100% willing to be there for him.

As for the whole inmates knowing about it. Idk if Danny just let it slip or something, perhaps made a joke thinking that no one would believe it anyways. Completely forgetting this is Gotham and weirder things had happened. Though now there is a debate between the inmates on whether Danny was resuscitated, brought back through superhero shenanigans, or is just a zombie or something.

One particularly brave and/or foolish inmate just straight up asks Fenton if he eats brains. He gets a confused no in response, so most tend to cross zombie off the list after that.

#danny phantom #batman #danny fenton #arkham guard au #arkham asylum #arkham guard danny #jazz fenton #dp x dc #arkham #poor danny the fandom just wont give this boy a break #but the angst is just top tier #but so if the potential for comfort and fluff #the joker #danny out here stealing jasons zombie claim jk #asker out here making a bonfire of ideas #im bringing smores #ooh batman after hearing confusing stuff about his kids grave goes to check on jasons #he leaves flowers #jason for some reason feels calmer the day after that and doesnt know why

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finalgirlfae · 1 year

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slow ride, randall floyd

genre: smut

pairings: randall “pink” floyd x afab!reader

summary: a late night drive with randy floyd turns into a teenage dream.

“man i totally forgot we went to the same junior high man.” pink spoke, shaking his head and laughing a bit. he rested his free hand on car tray, picking up the joint you had lit. you two were currently driving down the practically empty freeway, just letting the wind in your face and some music play through his car’s speaker.

“who would’ve thought that i, randall pink floyd, would you be here, smoking a joint at midnight with the class of ‘77’s valedictorian? that’s crazy.”

you giggled a bit as you watched a car zip by. you and pink never really talked but you both ran into each other while party hopping and had been smoking in his car since and he was a cool dude. “we aren’t much different.” this was the first time you ever got to talk to him for real, and in the few short hours you were getting to greatly enjoy pink’s company. he was fun to talk to and nice to look at.

“we aren’t much different?” pink asked after taking a hit. he passed it back to you and took an exit. he then began to pull into an empty parking lot behind a closed down restaurant just off the highway. the top to his convertible was off, allowing the both of you to feel the slightly chill of a cool breeze whipping past your face due to the tall green trees that surrounded you.

he rested his arm that was on the wheel on the door of the car, looking at the trees in front of you in an almost deep thought. “you are the valedictorian..never seen at parties. never seen smoking a J. never caught dead in the bathroom with a cigarette. i didn’t even know you smoked!”

“it’s the 70s. who doesn’t smoke?” you shrugged, taking another hit and letting it flow out your mouth. the air felt so nice and the soft sounds of crickets chirping was so relaxing.

he nodded. “true. but still, you were kind of distant. just far off.”

you nodded slightly, recalling your last four years at lee high and acknowledging the slight solitude you allowed yourself to live in.

“i wasn’t a complete stranger, pink. we just ran in different circles, that’s all.” you shrugged again, why did he care so much about this?

“i ran in every circle-” he began but you cut him off with a laugh.

“but never to me!” you spoke. you unbuckled your seatbelt and turned to pink fully. “i’m friends with cynthia, mike and tony. i played poker with them all the time. you were there, you never spoke to me. i kind of just thought you just didn’t like me.” there was a slight teasing tone in your voice that made him lean a little closer to you.

pink denied this, shaking his head “that’s not it. i was just scared.”

“scared?” you laughed, “of what!”

“of you!” he laughed back. “you terrified me!”

you looked at him like he was crazy. “i terrified you?”

“yes,” he exasperated. “don’t look at me like that, you’re intimidating! you’re smart and you know what you want in life, you don’t take shit from anyone and you’re talented. you’re making it out of this town. i just thought you were great and it made me realize i wanna be great too.”

how did this drive turn into a compliment session? you smiled at him, slipping out of your heels and curling your legs up onto the passenger seat. pink watched you hug your knees and lean forwards to him. “if you think i’m so great then how come you never talked to me? intimidating or not, what did you have to lose?”

“yeah right. then i’d say some stupid jock shit and just embarrass myself in front of the pretty girl.” his tone was laced with sarcasm and he turned away from you and back to the steering wheel, almost putting the car in drive.

“you think i’m pretty?”

he laughed and took his hands off the wheel, turning back to face you. he leaned closer to you, looking at your lips and then back into your dazed eyes. “i think you’re pretty.” he confirmed like a common known fact. “i think you’re really sexy too. in this, smart and beautiful way. this powerful way. you walk into a room and people stare at you. you’re captivating. what’s not pretty about that? come on y/n, you know you’re the shit. act like it.”

you put the joint down on the ashtray and looked at pink before pulling him into a kiss by his jaw, running a thumb over his cheekbone. your lips moved against his slowly and you couldn’t beleive you were kissing randall floyd right now. “i always liked you, pink.” you muttered against his soft lips. “i always did.”

“really?” he asked after slowly pulling away from the kiss. he looked you up and down.

“yeah.” you nodded and laughed a little as he moved some hair out your face, something about that gave you butterflies.

“when did you like me?”

you cringed stay the answer you had to his question. “7th grade english class, you sat at the table over and i stared at you so hard that period i almost failed the class.” you laughed recalling how mad your mom was when you told her you’re failing english because you can’t stop looking at the cute baseball player at the next table.

“well, if it’s any consolation i flunked bio twice on purpose so they’d make you help me make up lab hours and i could be near you.” he put his arm behind your head rest and smiled at you. he was being serious.

your jaw fell slightly. “really? god pink you’re such a loser.” you giggled, smiling fondly at him.

“yeah,” he nodded. “i am.”

you shook your head. “think about how much time we wasted. i literally swore i was gonna marry you in 8th grade.”

“really?” he laughed.

“really!” you scooted closer to him and he watched your movements. “i wanted to fuck you so bad when i was younger.” you whispered the last sentence even though no one was around to hear you.

pink’s mouth slowly fell open. “..what?”

“why are you so shocked?”

“man i thought you just liked me. i didn’t know you wanted to do it.” his voice was pure confusion and shock.

you laughed and shook your head, turning away from him and looking at the trees in front of the car again. “guys are so stupid.”

“hey!”

“seriously pink? you didn’t know i wanted to have sex with you?” you turned your head to meet his utterly shocked face.

“i didn’t! frankly i didn’t know girls wanted to have sex at that point. when we were in high school i kind of figured that out but i never would’ve guessed that you of all people would’ve wanted me like that.”

you shrugged. “i still want you like that.”

the music stopped abruptly and you looked over to see pink pulling the keys out of the ignition and tucking them into his pocket. he stared out the window at the trees like you we’re doing before.

“get in the backseat.”

“what?” you laughed a little, leaning back in absolute shock at the bold statement. you felt the need to clench your thighs, your heart was beating a bit faster and your mouth had gotten sort of dry. there is was again, that school girl pining from junior high that followed you through high school. in the back of your mind, you never stopped like him.

“what.. what do you mean?” you babbled like a complete idiot. he smirked at you.

“i mean shut up,” he leaned over to you and then pressed a kiss to your lips. “turn around,” he kissed you again, “and get your ass in the backseat so i can fuck the shit out of you.”

you jaw dropped and he smiled at you. he could tell you’d never been spoken to like how he just had. truth be told, yeah you had sex once or twice in your entire high school career, but it was just so lame and you hadn’t found anyone else you wanted to fuck. the town was small. pink however was a desire through most of your teen years, you had started liking the boy all the way in 7th grade.

you climbed over the seats until you were in the back. pink he kicked off his shoes and crawled back there to you, he then moved next to where you were sat. his hands flew to your waist and you began kissing him, excited to see what he would do to you.

“i’ve always wanted you, y/n.” pink spoke in the kiss. his lips were the softest. “even in junior high.” he placed soft kisses down the right side of your neck earning a breathy moan. “fuck i had it bad for you then.” with closed eyes you hummed at what he was saying to you. pink was good at this, he knew how to talk to you in ways that were sure to make you wet.

you gasped as his you were being pulled on to his lap and he began to suck a hickey on to your collarbone. his hands slowly unzipped your jeans, giving you time to back out before pulling them off with ease and rubbing to fingers against your clothed pussy. “i would go home from baseball practice and think about you all night. wouldn’t get any sleep, just think about you and wonder what it’d be like to kiss you, touch you, taste you, fuck you.”

“pink-” you gasped at the sudden attention to your clit. he could definitely hear his fast your heart was beating

“i would have dreams about you...” pink muttered, slipping his hands into your panties. he rubbed your lips with two fingers before gently slipping one inside you. “you’re so wet.” he went back to kissing your lips, slowly pumping and curling one finger inside you. when felt your body relax a bit more, began to rotate his thumb on your puffy clit.

it was almost pathetic how your fucked your hips to meet his hand, you could feel his smile against your lips when you did this. “need me?” pink asked, kissing your jaw. he added another finger and curled them, pulling them out and slamming them back in a little rougher than he had done before. a moan escaped your lips as he began to hit an entirely different angle, a spot that made you clench around his fingers. you put your face into pinks neck, kissing it in attempt to hide your whimpers but you couldn’t. the more you tried to hide them the faster he fingered you.

“come on, let it out baby. i wanna hear you.” he slipped a third finger inside which made you absolutely lose your mind. you whined, pulling up from his neck and tossing your head back. his fingers fucked into you at a fast pace, calloused thumb circling your clit as your hands gripped on to his red shirt. you were basically riding his fingers. it was so desperate and needy like he had said.

“i’m gonna cum.” you let out another whine, sort losing control of your body and falling forward on his chest. pink sped up the motion on his fingers, holding your hip in his hand and coaxing you through your orgasm. you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him as you came all over his fingers. he slowly helped you ride out your orgasm, pulling his three fingers out slowly and making you whimper at the lost of contant.

you caught your breath and leaned back, watching as pink took her fingers and licked them clean. you clenched your thighs again and moved off his lap, opting to sit next to him. the two guys you fucked before never really fingered you before sex, it was always after when they failed to make you finish.

pink moved his fingers to his lips, sucking on them to taste you. your jaw fell a little and shock. you’d never seen someone do this.

you turned to press your back against the side of the car and grabbed his collar, pulling him into a kiss. your legs spread a bit, allowing him to crawl between them. the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against your pussy called your body to twitch a bit. pink noted it and smiled. you began to unbutton the boy’s red shirt, pulling it off to reveal his toned chest underneath.

you looked him up and down before running a hand across his chest. “i want you in me.”

he smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “soon, not yet. lie down.” pink grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off and gazing at the way your boobs sat.

“you’re so pretty.” he muttered, beginning to kiss and suck your left boob while playing with the right. the way his calloused fingers rolled harshly against your nipples made you push your chest forward, wanting more from him. he kissed down your stomach, moving your legs apart and leaning down until he was face to face with your pussy.

pink took his time with you, he was in no rush. he slowly kissed up and down your thighs, nipping them at some point just to keep you excited. he brought his lips to your pussy, kissing your clit before licking a stripe up your pussy. you moaned softly and relaxed a bit, his heavy tongue was soft and slowly as he began to eat you out.

your head clouded a bit as your hand reached up to grip the seatbelt holder behind you. pink moved his face up slightly, circling his tongue on your clit before taking it into his mouth. your back immediately arched at the way he sucked on your clit. his eyes were closed in deep concentration, listening to every moan you made.

“fuck, just like that.” you moaned, reaching your free hand down to tug at him hair. you pulled his face closer to your pussy, grinding against him and showing him how you wanted to be eaten.

his hands squeezed at your boobs for a moment before gripping your hips. pink opened his lips from around your clit and flicked his tongue at it for a few seconds before sticking his tongue inside your pussy.

another moan spilled from your lips and you pushed him head up and down, using his face to get off. he thought it was so hot, the way you took control and used his face to please yourself. you came again, this time on his face and with a shiver.

you both pulled away to catch your breath, that was your second orgasm of the night in a very short time. the cool air tussled pink’s hair as he looked at you with pure lust and adoration in his eyes. you flipped over to your stomach, closing your eyes and taking a second to catch your breath again.

“we’re not done.” pink spoke. your turned your head slightly to see him from your peripheral vision. there was the russle of papers before felt hit fingers hit a small square. he showed you and you nodded your head, giving him unspoken consent to do as he said. fuck the shit out of you.

your heard him pull his belt off and saw it tossed on the floor, next the tug of his pants and boxers. finally, both of you were naked.

pink rolled the condom on to his dick, you hadn’t turned to see it so you had no idea how much was about to go inside of him. he saw your body stiffen as he mounted you.

“relax,” he leaned up, moving your leg to get a better angle of your pussy. pink moved hair from the left side of your neck, kissing slowly down your neck and back. “i got you.” he grabbed your hips, putting your legs to spread on either side of his body so he could fuck you with more control.

he lined himself up with your entrance before pushing in and making you take a shallow gasp. pink ran his hands up and down your back to try and help you relax.

“you feel so fucking good.” he muttered softly, playing with your ass. he sat in your for a second before pulling out and pushing back in again. this time you moaned a little and he could feel your body relax again.

pink began to set in at a slow pace, bringing his hips to your ass with every stroke. he let out soft groans with every other thrust he gave, quickening his pace a little bit as your pussy gripped around him.

“that feel good?” he asked in an almost teasing tone, leaning forward on your body and pressing himself against you as his hips continued to move against yours. you twitched underneath him, biting your lip in pure bliss at the angle he was hitting.

you could only let out a mumbled moan of pleasure as you closed your eyes. pink laughed a bit, pulling your hips up to bring you into doggy style. his hand went to your hair, tugging it back and beginning to fuck you much harder.

losing strength in your arms, you left your body dropped and your face push up against the mirror. he felt go of your hair and moved his hands back to your ass, rubbing it slightly before slapping it. you let out a straggled moan, “pink, fuck. do it again.” you whined, earning another slap on the ass.

you moaned loudly in pain, face now smushed against his window. pink laughed and you moved your hand down to your pussy, beginning to play with your clit. his thrusts sped up and the only thing you could think about was how good he filled you up. how perfect his cock fit in your pussy and how good he fucked you.

you felt tears brim at your eyes when he moved your hand away, beginning to stimulate your clit for you. he used his other free hand to play with your nipple. so much was happening at once and you couldn’t even warn pink before you came around him with a sigh. you felt bad, he had made you finish three times and you couldn’t even wait long enough for him to catch his release.

“ ‘m sorry.” you muttered. he laughed a little and slowly pulled out of you.

“it’s okay.” pink sat on the seat, putting his head back as you both collected yourselves slightly. you crawled over to pink, sitting in his lap and straddling his waist.

he looked at you immediately, putting his hands on your hips and drumming fingers against your skin.

“i thought about you too. you reached behind you and gently touched pink’s cock, stroking it slowly as you moved it to like you with your entrance.

you dragged the head back and forth between your folds. “i wanted to jump your bones. then high school came and i saw you in the football uniform.” you both let out a groan as you sunk on to him, ass now pressed against his balls.

you dragged your hips back and forth, bouncing on his cock. pink’s eyes fluttered close and he pressed his lips together, breath heavier than before. you decided to mimic him. you used your hand to tilt his head forward to you. he opened his eyes when he felt your thumb brush against his lips. “come on, let it out baby. i wanna hear you. i wanna hear your pretty moans.”

pink moaned at your words immediately making you give yourself a proud smile. your core and thighs burned, and your pussy felt overstimulated but it didn’t matter. he had fucked the shit out of you so now you were returning the favor.

“the girls and i used to have chats after your games, each talking about how they wanted to fuck you.” you smoothed your hands over his chest. “they said so many dirty things about you, pink. i was thinking the same things as them.” you giggled at the way his hips rutted to your body. he was fucking himself into you.

“now i’m here in the backseat of your car riding you, and you feel so fucking good.”

pink let out a broken moan. “please y/n- fucking- shit!” you let out a yelp when both his arms wrapped around you and lifted you up with ease. he pressed your back against the front seat which folded forward, immediately allowing him to climb on top of you. he threw your leg over his shoulder, slamming his hips into yours. his eyes were closed and his lips were parted, saying your name like a prayer.

“fuck i’m cumming.” he moaned. pink’s thrusts soon became messier as both of you came together. there was a moment of silence, the only sound being your uneven breaths and the crickets of the night. pink’s face was pressed into your neck and your arms hugged him to your body. he was keeping you warm on the cool night.

“…did i really just have sex with the quarterback in the back of an el camino?” you asked yourself out loud. staring at the sky.

“did i really just have sex with the valedictorian in the back of my el camino?” he muttered from the side of your neck. you both laughed and stayed like that for another moment before he pulled out of you.

“that was the best sex i’ve ever had.” pink breathed, looking around the car to find his clothes.

you smiled. “really?” he was an attractive guy so definitely had girls in bed before.

he nodded and pressed a kiss to your lips. “really. do you wanna drive around and get some breakfast?” he knew the sex was better because of the previous crush he had on you and how much chemistry you two had.

you nodded. “there’s a lake just pass the trees. wanna freshen up first?”

pink looked at you. “are you asking me to go skinnydipping with you into the lake?”

you nodded.

he smiled. “definitely.”

you two grabbed your clothes, took your keys and headed down to lake. the cool water refreshed you both and you got a good look at the sunrise. usually after sex it was kind of awkward, but with pink it was fun. the two of you swam around the lake, giving each other kisses and playing around until finally deciding to get out.

you both got dry and got dressed, smoking another joint on the way to a diner near the center of town. undoubtedly, both your friend groups were there, each nursing some kind of hangover or ache from the wild night before.

you sat in the booth next to pink, a cup of hot chocolate in your hand. you took a sip and then rested your head in his shoulder, giving a content sigh and closing your eyes.

“tired?” he asked, looking at you.

“very. you?”

he shrugged. “for you? i could go another round.”

you laughed and snuggled into him closer. pink put his hand in your thigh, rubbing it up and down before holding your hand and pulling it on to his lap. he kissed the side of your temple and allowed you to fall asleep on him whilst your friends chatted around you. it was peaceful.

#request #randall pink floyd smut #dazed and confused x reader #pink floyd #dazed and confused imagine #dazedandconfusededit #dazed and confused #70s cinema #90s boys #jason london #jasonlondonedit

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ghost-bxrd · 6 months

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It was too good to be true anyway, he tells himself. It’s ok. This is the catch. He knew there would be one eventually.

But the thing is— there probably wouldn’t have been. Not if it weren’t for Ivy and her stupid tantrums and her stupid fucking pollen-

Doesn’t matter. It happened, Talon got tagged, and now they have to deal with it.

Talon cries out softly as Jason slips his hand away to pry away the loose board behind the tower and a moment later a pale hand takes the board from him and just— breaks it. Clean down the middle.

Idly, almost numbly, Jason notes that he’ll have to replace it later. Can’t have anyone else think this place is good for squatting.

Talon makes a pleased little chirrup in the back of his throat and suddenly there are hands under Jason’s knees, around his waist, and his brain short circuits and screams and whimpers but—-

Jason clamps his mouth shut.

It’s ok. He can do this.

— Owl Song pt. vii sneak peek

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chungle-nugget · 2 months

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saw your tags on that fanart and was confused - when was Jason ever with Mullet Nightwing? in the comics he died while Dick was still wearing the original Discowing costume, is there another media where there are Robin-Jay and Mulletwing adventures?

aw man, you know what, that's an amazing question. heck if I know literally anything about the legitimate timeline (if there is such a thing); I'm working with knowledge from BTAS mostly, since that was my gateway into the batfam. because the show creators mashed Jason and Tim into One New Robin™ (for somewhat decent reasons, I don't begrudge them that choice...much) (except that I sort of do and we were ROBBED but still the show is a treasure), the Robin in BTAS that would have been the second Robin, aka Jason (even though he's literally called Tim Drake, so he's not Jason, he just has his entire backstory ughhhh ROBBED I SAY), comes into the plotline concurrently with Mullet!Wing. so yeah it's technically not Jason, but it would have been, since it's the second Robin chronologically to enter the batfam storyline. but it's really just my mind playing wibbly wobbly with their timelines and I have no idea what I'm saying half the time, these characters are just rotating in my brain 24/7 surrounded by hearts

for your viewing pleasure: THEM

#my boys #id kill for them id die for them but hell if I understand anything about their timelines #nightwing #dick grayson #robin #jason todd #tim drake #batman the animated series #I guess in my mindscape hes Jasonesque #even though its literally timmy #i dont know. it's confusing in here #a hint of a hint of jason #now i cant stop thinking about it #its meant to be jason. it SHOULD be jason. but its not.. its tim #im all scrambly

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gentleandlovingkisses · 10 days

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RULES / INFO

Hello! My name is Cecil, but please call me Cj!!

I'm not too new to tumblr, but this is a new account! My account is 17+ because:

I write smut, fluff, and very bad angst.

I will write for: - the lost boys - batfam - formula 1 - donnie darko - the walking dead - dazed and confused - practically anything, please request !!

my requests are currently open, feel free to start a conversation, make any requests, and ask me anything <33

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yeyinde · 2 years

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some darker (canon-compliant) Jason Voorhees headcanons

i adore soft, sweet jason because i truly believe that at his core, this is who he would be with enough tlc and compassion. but!! one thing i rarely see discussed is the Jason we have in canon - driven by revenge, territorial, and broken, and it's such a shame because i love the idea of weathering the storm and chipping away at his walls built up from isolation until the soft, gooey centre is revealed. it makes the payoff so much sweeter, imo.

Jason is an angry, vengeful, territorial misanthrope, and this is the same depending on which version you prefer: human, revenant, zombie (and no one does it better than Hodder or Mears), so just ~imagine~ the possibilities of that

it would take some time for him to warm up to you, and trust you, but once he does, well:

Jason would be super territorial over you; anyone who comes near you (and the camp) is definitely dying - no questions asked, and certainly no mercy

he's possessive; he won't let you leave the camp, but he'll provide for you, stealing whatever you need from the lodges around

but that's okay - you have no plans on leaving, anyway

he lashes out sometimes - throwing things, destroying stuff in anger; he's a deeply troubled individual who spent his developmental years isolated, and the rest driven by revenge and anger after witnessing his mum die

(Ginny said it best with: he probably didn't even know what death was until that time)

healing takes time, and Jason isn't used to being around people at all (unless they're dying by his hand) - so it'll take a while for him to adjust to you near him, and being in his space

he, of course, would never hurt you - not intentionally, anyway

Jason is touch-starved, but he won't let you touch him for a while; no one has in a long time - it's foreign to him now (especially to Zombie and Revenant Jason)

he won't trust easily, and he'll think any attempts you make to reach out are you trying to hurt him or escape - but once you warm him to the idea, and let him get used to the soft, gentleness you show him, he'll be incorrigible:

expect lots of cuddles, lots of touching once you open this door

he'll be your permanent shadow, your protector - you go nowhere that he doesn't, and he'll only leave you when he needs stuff for you, or someone is in his territory

Jason as a human would be a lot more emotional (quicker to anger, quicker to become fearful if you try to leave, more expressive with his wants); he's needy (they all are, but human Jason has his - warped - humanity still) and clingy to an almost childlike degree when it comes to physical affection, but make no mistake - nothing about Jason is childlike; he's a survivalist who's lived in the woods on his own - hunting and foraging for his food and weathering the intensely bitter winter in a shack (or in the mines) with no heating

Jason could almost be considered feral, having lived without human contact since he was eleven

Zombie and Revenant Jason would be a little colder, a little more distant (but they would also warm to you quicker in the sense that they'll be ultra possessive and territorial over you right away)

there is no escape when they have you in their sights: you can't outrun them, you can't hide from them, and you can't kill them - and they know this

(out of all of them, Revenant Jason likes the thrill of hunting you down when you do try to escape; you'll never reach the end of Higgins Haven, but he rather enjoys the chase)

(on a softer note, you make Zombie and Revenant Jason feel human again; he hasn't cared about his appearance since he was a feral child, but you make him shy away when you reach for his mask, as if he's afraid to show you what remains underneath after everything he'd been through over his many rebirths and deaths)

They're also a lot more brutal compared to Human!Jason

They won't be gentle with you at first:

Revenant Jason doesn't know his strength yet, so expect bruises when he does touch you, though he doesn't mean to hurt you, he just hasn't gotten used to the whole "resurrection from the dead" thing yet

Zombie Jason is the harshest with little of his humanity left; he's driven by basic instinct and needs - and once you become one of those needs, well. you won't be leaving his side. ever.

Sex is taboo, but only because Jason doesn't understand it - he grew up puritan so sex = marriage, and sex also = death; baby steps are the best practice with anything sexual but once he opens up, he'll be instatiable

(Human Jason loves the closeness, the intimacy - he's still a little in awe/conflict over the experience so give him time before you advance to anything more; Revenant Jason has never felt more human then those moments, but go easy on him - he doesn't really know his strength yet; and Zombie Jason particularly likes the sounds you make, the way you are so tiny in his massive hands, so pliant, and is arguably the most instatiable of them all - he wants you, always)

Jason particularly likes that it's all for him, no one else can ever see you like this - he'll make sure of it

If you try to leave Human, Zombie, or Revenant Jason - well: he'll go all the way to Manhattan (or Ohio) to find you

He'll drag you home, kicking and screaming, to the camp where you belong

#jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #friday the 13th #this is mostly me musing on my favourite character #zombie jason voorhees #revanant jason voorhees #human jason voorhees #ft13th #slasher x you #slasher headcanons #i'm lowkey nervous about this since jason is always characterised a confused soft boi #but as a diehard friday/jason fan #i had to add this because darker jason/a more canon compliant jason needs so much more love #slashers

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abyssal-ali · 1 year

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Working on my Burned my Wings epilogue (Dami POV) and I suddenly had a beautiful crack idea. Talia adopts Jason and Dami gets a big brother, right?

(In another universe thats not the BMW-verse): When Damian goes to Gotham, he gets two/three big brothers and 3 big sisters. Adoption is just how he obtains siblings. He was too little to have the birds and bees talk at the League, and the Bats see him as a baby (he is) so he never gets any Talk (even when he gets older. He is still Baby.)

Basically, he believes in the stork-- except the stork is adoption/your parent bringing home a random child and going "meet your new sibling".

Shenanigans of some sort ensue.

#If you use this (please use this) please tag me!#Batfam Shenanigans #Damian Wayne #This is also how he obtains his pets btw #He saw batcow and said “that one's mine now” and no one did anything about it except say “oh no he got Bruce's adoption gene”#What they forget is that it's fatal. Talia did the same thing to Jason. Its in both halves of his genes. this boy will be overrun by kids/p #He genuinely has no idea how children usually appear and is confused by the whole thing in general #“You mean you don't just see a kid on the street and take it home???”#“You mean you don't just see a Stray dog and bring it back home?? Why not?”#Someone talks about how they're getting a sibling in a couple months and they're ecxcited/bummed #Damian: you know *months* in advance? Oh you mean the official adoption paperwork *nodding*#Person he's talking to: ... dude this is my biological sibling...we're not adopting--my mom is pregnant...#Damian: ... what?#(Of course in this universe there's no “true/blood son” antics etc)

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luckyfox3000 · 9 months

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DC X DP PROMT #7

Lo' Kits! New promt!

Jason's been having weird dreams.

He dreams of a realm in green, small weird green blobs floating around, and strange creatures and people.

He feels like he knows what it is, that he left somthing or someone important there.

He can never properly remember how it looks when hes awake, but sometimes, when he relaxes, when he just takes in the fact his heart is beating, hes alive, he hears a soft voice whispering in his ear.

The voice sounds like a young boy, with a carefree laugh. He finds himself wondering who it could be.

For some reason when he thinks about the boy behind the voice he feels a strange sense of protectiveness and longing.

He never talk about the dreams, never mentions them to anyone.

They feel private, and important, like something just for him.

He never thinks about if the dreams could be real, if the cheerful and lively voice is a person. Never until he no longer just hears it in his dreams, and the whispers of his mind.

Theres a new case, one with a "ghost".

They found a possible meta in Gotham, who turns invisible and runs as soon as he sees them, yelling how he really doesn't want to fight.

And, for some reason his voice sounds familiar.

Batman thinks the boy could be a threat or trouble if someone gets his hands on him (batman speak for worried).

So, they track the boy down, they corner him slowly, not realizing their not the only ones.

Two people come speeding in a white van wearing white suits and send a shot at the "ghost" boy.

And jason. His body just moves.

He lunges to the boy, shoving g him out of the way, a panic he hasn't felt ina long time taking over.

He watches the boys eyes grow wide when he pushes him to the pavement, as Jason's shoulders shot.

And his then comes the pain.

Jason screams as what feels like hot fire runs through him. His eyes begin to haze as the pain becomes too much and he passes out.

The last thing he sees is the boys horrified face coming closer, mouthing something he cant hear. He welcomes the darkness enveloping him with open arms, anything to get away from the pain.

*static*

Jason?

Feel free to add on or use!

Ps. Quick question, but do you lot think I should stop with the greetings up top? Let me know!

#dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #dcxdp #lucky_fox #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #Jason being a confused boy #what is this FEELING?!#batfams usual way of dealing with emotions #(ignore them and hope for the best)#sad boy danny

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skylersprompts · 7 months

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DC x DP Prompt *9*

Something that Jason realized was that he got the pit rage more and more under control the longer he stayed in Gotham.

Even so it took quite a while till he started to be on better terms with his family, it got easier every day.

At some point he could ignore the pit like any other intrusive thought.

He didn't tell B or his siblings, he just let them believe that he got control. Because otherwise Bruce would just start looking into it and Jason just wanted this good thing to last.

It had been over a week without any 'pit thoughts' - as he labelled them now -, the longest ever and he just felt good, almost like him self again!

Then the week turned into a month and if Jason could, he would make a somersault.

The pit was gone! It just had to be!

He was almost vibrating when he stepped into the cave. He would tell everyone that he was free! They never needed to be afraid of him again!

Jason had asked them all to meet in the cave before patrol, so that he could tell them the good news. And now everyone was here.

He took his helmet of and grinned. But before he could announce the good news, he felt himself sinking into the ground, like it was quicksand.

Panic was coursing through him and that seemed to make everything worse. A white light washed over him and after a tiny moment of silence his family started to panic again.

#skylers prompts #dcxdp #dcxdp prompt #dpxdc #Jason is a halfa #his corrupted ectoplasm was filtered over time in Gotham #and now that he has the good stuff™ he can transform #he just doesn't know this and everyone is freaking out #everything was going so well #and then boom!#ghost boy Jason!#tha batfam is so confused #what if they think Jason is moving on now #because he finally got along with everyone and didn't seem so angry anymore #the beginning of this sat since before my last prompt in my drafts #oh welp

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nelkcats · 1 year

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Ice tears

When the pit rage got worse and Jason was barely able to think he decided to ask Constantine for help. Mainly because B hated when he asked Constantine for help and the wizard was nicer than he seemed at first glance.

Constantine strangely had the answer. It turns out that the Lazarus Pits had an history with something called "The Infinite Realms", and the water was the remains of one of the "Ancients" (Jason had no idea what that title meant) who died trying to stop the first King and bled in the confines of the world of the living.

As interesting as the story was, Jason had no idea how it helped with his problem, and he told the hellbazer so. John just rolled his eyes and gave a summary "You are possessed by the rage of that ghost, the only way to calm it down is to get the king's tears, the only thing he wanted, although that's a bit suicidal mate"

And well, now that he had forced Constantine to take him to the King (after making the portal, the British fled, coward) standing in front of the castle, Jason prepared his weapons, he probably should have thought it better since the king could be a powerful, interdimensional entity that could kill him with a snap of his fingers. But it was too late for that.

With a sigh he entered the throne room and saw a rather cute boy, with a crown and a dazzling smile, waving at him excitedly and asking a thousand questions a minute. Damn, was that the king? He was so friendly and— fuck, Jason had to make him cry, he was screwed.