#plotbunny-bundle

[oifaaa]

Is clone Jason aware he's a clone?

Nope which is probably for the best he's gonna be pissed when he finds out

#ask #plotbunny-bundle #dc #dc comics #jason todd #two jasons au #batman #oifaaadoodles #in ras defence #he was bases his jason off the version that died in a firey explosion #not one healed by the pit

[suzukiblu]

what do you have for Clark kent?

Clark is the last son of Krypton.

Clark is the last of Krypton.

At least, that's what he thought thirty seconds ago.

"Uh," the kid standing in the middle of the broken-up Metropolis street in front of him says awkwardly, a gloved hand half-covering the bright and bold and undeniable emblem on his chest. There's a lot of surrounding property damage, a lot of staring civilians hovering on the sidewalk, and some very upset police officers cuffing up some very unconscious metahuman gang members. Clark can't even begin to bring himself to care about any of it. "Hey . . . ?"

"Hello," Diana says, raising a curious eyebrow at both the kid and the ridiculous mess that's somehow been made of the street. From the look of it maybe one of those gang members had some kind of tectonic-based abilities or something similar, but Clark continues not to care. "It seems we've encountered an admirer of yours, Kal."

"You're wearing that crest without permission," Bruce says flatly, looking less amused than Clark has seen him since the last time someone died on the League's watch.

Clark, meanwhile, can't say anything at all.

"Hey, Superman gave me permission, okay?!" the kid protests, bristling defensively. Clutching the emblem . . . protectively. Like he's afraid to have it taken away. "Just not, uh . . . this one."

"This one." Bruce frowns. The kid flattens his hand against his chest and just . . . shrugs, looking away. Clark can't look away from him at all. He looks like . . . he looks . . .

"Yeah," the kid says, gesturing a little directionlessly with his free hand. "I'm kinda not, like . . . local? There was like this whole thing, like with Hypertime and–it's complicated, okay? Just, like, it's an alternate reality issue. I'm sort of, uh . . . lost. Or–stranded, more like. I guess more like . . . stranded."

The kid swallows. Drops his hand away from the emblem and folds his arms over it instead.

Keeps standing there, looking like . . .

"Are you, now," Bruce says neutrally, and he's definitely going somewhere with that, but–

"You're Kryptonian," Clark blurts, because he can't hold the words back a moment longer. Diana and Bruce both go very still beside him. The kid just looks surprised.

"Uh, not really?" he says. "I mean, okay, sort of. I'm a binary clone of . . . you know, like a hybrid? Um, they based me off, well . . . our Superman. And then, like, stitched me up with human DNA to hold me together 'cuz the Kryptonian genome is a freaking nightmare and they couldn't really figure it out all that well, so otherwise I would've degraded and–uh. Sorry."

Clark feels something he doesn't think he's ever felt in his life, looking at this kid. Feels like he's been dragging himself through the uncanny valley and finally seen the other side of the thing; like he's finally crossed through the fog and darkness and come out into the clear light of day and seen what people are actually supposed to look like. Everything about him is just . . . right. The pitch of his voice, the slope of his shoulders, the way the sunlight reflects off his skin, the pattern of spokes in his irises, the color of his eyes, the weight of him in the world . . .

Clark wants to snatch this kid up and wrap him in his cape and never let anything else touch him. Never let him be hurt or upset or–or alone. Never. Not for anything.

He feels the way he's heard people describe feeling when they first met . . . when they first . . .

He feels the way he's heard people describe feeling when they first met their child. A sense of awe and wonder and . . . and . . .

He feels like he felt the first time he left the atmosphere and saw all of Earth all at once. Everything on it, everyone on it. The whole thing all together, all the same. Perfect.

Complete.

He's never loved anything this immediately, Clark realizes distantly. Not even that first full glimpse of Earth.

He can't imagine how he ever, ever could have.

"What's your name?" he asks, unable to shake the intensity of emotion held painfully tight in his chest. Not even wanting to shake it.

The kid looks–worried, almost. Puts his hands behind his back. Clark can see the full image of the El crest emblazoned in pride of place across his chest for the first time, and it makes him feel weak.

"Superboy," the kid says. "Um . . . Kon-El."

Clark's heart could burst, hearing that.

Or break.

"Kon-El," he echoes, forcing himself not to step in closer; not to crowd the kid. "I had a . . . on Krypton, before it was destroyed, there was . . ."

"A cousin. From the, uh, second house of El," the kid–Kon-El–agrees, shifting just barely anxiously. "My Superman said I . . . reminded him of him, like from what he saw in the recordings and all? So, uh . . ."

"I named you after him?" Clark asks wonderingly. He would've given the kid a human name over a Kryptonian one, himself, but then again, a public street in an alternate dimension isn't really the place for him to be introducing himself as "Jon Kent" or anything similar. Kon nods stiffly, drawing himself up a bit.

"Yeah," he says. "He said, uh–um. He said Kon-El was strong-willed. And . . . uh . . ."

He trails off, looking nervous, and then visibly steels himself and looks defensive again instead.

"He said I was family," he says, squaring his shoulders and lifting his jaw, like he's actually expecting someone to argue with him or something. "So he gave me that name."

Clark doesn't know who the hell made this kid so much as hesitate over saying that to any version of him that isn't an active supervillain, but he thinks he'd like to throw them into the Phantom Zone for a century or two. Just . . . that's all.

Or maybe three.

#clark kent #kon el #superman #superboy #superfamily #plotbunny-bundle #rinfic #long post #wip: the last son of krypton meets hypertime kon

[fergus-cousland]

♝ with Justice and anyone

When the night is dark, Sigrun comes to find him.

He feels her the way he does the others - a pull on the darkspawn taint that still lingers in Kristoff's skin and bones, only numbed by death. What gives her away is the absence of a corresponding pull on what remains of his connection to the Fade, and she moves too quietly to be Oghren.

"I always find you sitting in the dark," she says. She's brought with her a book, a well-worn tale of Calenhad, and a lantern. Justice can feel the hum of the Fade from behind the glass. A mage light then, enchanted to burn as long and bright as its carrier needs it.

Justice doesn't look at it. Instead, he turns his face to the sky. Here on the battlements, the wind is cool and fresh, and the sky above is a tapestry of stars. He sees them better with no light to distract him.

"I have no need of light."

"Sure. I get it." Sigrun pats his knee, her touch lighter than usual; no doubt, she remembers the alarming crunch from his earlier exertions and neither of them are willing to test the limits of how much Anders can keep putting him back together. "No stars in the Deep Roads."

She joins him for a moment watching the stars, the barest shadow of a cloud crossing the full face of the moon. If Justice didn't know any better, he could almost think the whole world is just this: himself and Sigrun, with her little blue lantern, and the stars above with no darkspawn down below, gnawing at the bones of the world--

"You know," Sigrun says, drawing him back down to earth. She has the book open across her knees, a ribbon marking the page. "I don't actually remember where we were up to."

"Calenhad is marching on Highever," Justice says, "You stopped before the battle."

"I keep waiting for Nathaniel's family to show up in this," Sigrun says, smoothing out one of the pages. "I want to know if they've always been like that."

Justice thinks back, combing through the echoes he had seen in the Fade, that braid of time that folded over itself until the past and present and future are all the same.

"I don't think you'll find them there."

"I'll find them somewhere." She hums at the back of her throat before saying, "Next time, we should invite Velanna. Bet she's bursting to tell us some Dalish stories."

Justice only nods and Sigrun, satisfied, settles against him. She's quiet when she reads aloud too, as if she is still wary that they will be caught. A habit, dying hard, but he wishes he could reassure her anyway.

"Sigrun," he says, when there is a pause in the tale. She tucks herself closer, using him as a shield against the wind, and when she speaks, her voice vibrates through the hollow of his ribcage.

"Justice."

He is content. This is the word he's been looking for. In the Fade, he had never felt such, only looking for the next wrong to right, but the Fade had given him no walls for shelter, no lantern to light his way, and certainly never a friend to read to him under the stars.

"I am glad we met."

#plotbunny-bundle #my writing #i don't think this really Gets the spirit of things but you know. live dangerously.

[skalidra]

What's Gotham's Finest?

Gotham's Finest is a no-capes, Cop!Dick/Crime-Lord!Jason story, where Dick is the new transfer in from Bludhaven, determined to clean up the city, and Jason was the adopted son and heir to one now very dead Roman Sionis, and has since inherited both the legal and illegal sides of his business. Enemies to lovers with a lot of work to get there.

There are two chapters so far, featuring an opening interrogation and some set-up, and I'm working on the third (on and off), which should be discussions over dinner. We'll see how that goes. XD

Snippet:

Todd looks up when his escort brings him around the final corner. Gets to his feet with a slanted smile, and offers a hand. "Officer." He's wearing a perfectly cut maroon shirt, this time. Darker than the last one, fit closer to his ribs, and with a plain, slim black tie secured to his shirt with a glinting clip. Diamonds, Dick thinks, not that he's familiar enough with high price fashion to be sure. Not at a glance. The shirt is tucked into black slacks, secured with a belt that makes the inwards angle of his waist obvious; all the fabric creased at the perfect angles, probably tailored, probably worth more than Dick could afford on a month of salary. He looks like he belongs in here, which is more than Dick can say for himself. Dick debates for a probably obvious second before he accepts the offer of a handshake. It's a sturdy grip, but not crushing. "Mr. Todd." "Jason is fine," comes the quick reply, as Todd lets go and extends his hand to the other side of the table. "Please."

(Post for the WIP Ask Game is here.)

#Asks #Plotbunny-bundle #WIP Ask Game #Gotham's Finest #JayDick

[bluegarners]

Have you seen any posts explaining Nightwing refusing to join the Justice League? I’m curious about that. Is it still a thing in current canon?

hiya bunny!!!

hmm i haven't actually! honestly i haven't kept up with too many current comics so if this is something that's come up recently, i haven't seen much about it!

it seems kind of in-character to me, in a way. like, dick is kind of the ultimate leader. bruce told him once he was pretty much destined to lead the JL one day. pretty much anyone who's been on a team led by dick has talked about how good of a leader he is; prioritizing, knowing people's strengths, willing to take on tasks he doesn't want to designate to others. overall, he's prime JL material but... would he want to be?

@/batphobique actually made a recent post about that aspect of dick's character and i thought it was great analysis! even though dick can and will shoulder responsibilities (over himself, gotham, bludhaven, bruce, literally anyone he's ever been put in charge of) i don't think he necessarily wants to. his abilities make him one of the best in the world but that comes with a lot of pressure that dick really doesn't want to deal with. again, even though he can deal with it and deal with it well, it doesn't really mean he wants to have all of those extra responsibilities and lives in his hands. sometimes a dude just wants to help out people without becoming a failsafe, you know?

i mean, looking back in comics past, we see this hesitation time and time again. dick heavily disliked being batman, a role he once idolized but eventually realized wasn't something he actually wanted to inherit. dick quit and tried to disband the titans because he quickly realized how much he cared about his teammates, so leading them and being partially responsible (in his own martyr ways) for their lives was too much for him- esp after donna's death. dick doesn't like being in charge of others. he'd much rather just be a figure people can look to for help every now and again, rather than a leader that people constantly look up to and place their every fiber of trust in him

#plotbunny-bundle #ask #justice league #dick grayson

[swtorpadawan]

what happened to Captain Sarnova the Duchess?

Thanks for this ask, @plotbunny-bundle !

Captain Sarnova - who is a cousin of Deviah Sarnova in my Sarnova Legacy (which she obviously lent the name to) certainly left an impression on me.

She ran into Gahraath Vaiken, the future Cipher Nine, at Grathan's estate. The agent was rather ruthless, unfortunately, and didn't think twice about using Duchess' former soldiers turned droids into cannon-fodder.

The Captain survived the attack on the Grathan estate, and was promoted to Major.

Sadly, some years later she was on duty when the Eternal Fleet bombarded Dromund Kaas after Vaylin's fall. Major Sarnova was killed evacuating civilians from the capital.

Wish it could have been brighter! 😢

#swtorpadawan asks #sarnova #captain sarnova #dromund kaas #grathan estate #plotbunny-bundle

[kiragecko]

It's my friend, @plotbunny-bundle!

They've been sending me asks, which makes me happy, and I show love by writing things pretty. So I translated their Tumblr name into Classical Maya.

The first phrase is a transliteration. That means I copied the sounds as closely as possible.

ʔɑj polot ɓuni ɓuntel

The 'b's have little curves on the top because they're implosive, which means the sound is made while the air is going in, rather than out.

Glyphs: ʔAJ-po-lo to ɓu-ni ɓu-nu te-le

The second phrase is a translation. I matched the meaning of Bunny's name as well as I could to Classical Maya words:

Scribe Rabbit Bundle

I don't know of a word for 'plot' or 'idea', but Maya mythology does have at least one rabbit scribe, and I felt that might get the idea across. More literal translation:

sir/one.who writes rabbit bundle/tribute

Pronunciation: ʔɑj tz'ihɓ t'ul ʔikɑɑtz

Glyphs: ʔAJ-tz'i-ɓɑ T'UL ʔi kɑ-tzi

#gecko writes pretty #classical maya #plotbunny-bundle #calligraphy

[empire-at-war]

I wish to hear more about Var'lin and this Sith half brother. how did that happen? who are their parents? how similar do they look? why is Var'lin impersonating him?

I love talking about them, thank you for asking! For the longest time they didn't even know about each other's existence. Then the war happened and Var'lin was wounded in a skirmish with a group of Sith on Corellia. He was taken captive by one of them, who - to his complete shock - looked like his evil doppelganger.

I wrote some stories (here, here and here) about that story arc, but the conclusion happened in rp only (he eventually got back home and the brothers decided to stay in contact). They look eerily similar, even though Var'lin is younger (and prettier, he claims). Var'lock of course has only one eye and he generally looks more sithy with the pale skin, gaunt face and the corrupted orange eye. They share the same father. A Sith who fathered a lot of illegitimate children all over the galaxy. One of them was a little slave boy on an imperial colony world. Var'lin's mother fled to Coruscant where she gave birth and never told her son or anyone else the story of how she had gotten pregnant with a Sith's child (it's not a pretty story).

Var'lin is eventually going to help his brother with some pesky assassins. Draw them out by impersonating Var'lock. Just the usual Sith power struggles, you know? A normal day in the Empire.

Here's some lovely art of the two.

#thank you for asking #var'lock #var'lin #swtor ocs #plotbunny-bundle #I love talking about them! #obsessed with my own ocs? #me? #never XD

[sunderedazem]

I'm curious about Iomlan. Can you tell me about her? How did Corrian find her again?

Sure thing! She gets an introduction in my little companion sidestory "Notes from the Alderaan Enclave: A Crechemaster's Records" but her synopsis is below.

Basically - teenage girl loses her mother and father in a Mysterious Accident after mother has a Mysterious Vision in which Valkorion is overthrown. Teenage girl, who knows the vision but is keeping that record secret, is made the Chief Scion of Zakuul and serves under Valkorion directly for four/five years alongside Senya, which is a Great Honor. Valkorion then gets...involved with Iomlan, and a few weeks later she has a horrific vision of him abusing her future son. And that combined with her mother's previous Vision and suspicious death give her enough cause to flee the planet with her young brother, Eiri Greine (my Sith Warrior!), in tow.

She makes it to Ziost with some Force mind-tricks, hides her Force-sensitivity, gets settled in as a housekeeper and nurse for a prominent family of Sith Lords (Kalvonut's biological family, who are like...the Talos Drelliks of the Sith), and then discovers she's pregnant. And given the only possible father, plus her own powerful connection to the Force and the way the Sith treat acolytes...she freaks out over what might happen to her son, takes a leave of absence, and runs the fuck away *again,* this time leaving Eiri behind.

(Eiri has a Force breakthrough in her absence. Kalvo's biofam makes him their ward, and sends him off to study as a Sith acolyte in New Adasta)

She flees to Alderaan this time, and by the time she gets there she's ready to pop. Corrain is born - with the wrong AGAB, no less - but she *knows* the truth since she's foreseen it, so then she disappears again, leaving him with the Jedi with barely any explanations. She returns to Ziost, discovers that Eiri has been found by the Sith, cries about failing to protect him, lies about having a miscarriage, then asks for and receives permission from Kalvo's Sith biofamily to enlist in the Imperial Army, where she joins the Medical Corps.

She remains hidden there, even from Eiri, who resents being left behind as a child and refuses to talk to her, until the Shadow of Revan occurrence on Yavin 4. Corrain has an extremely powerful vision while he's there- one so strong it knocks him out, and he hits his head pretty hard when he faints, so, as a medic, she gets to see him to care for the head injury.

It's at this point that Raina Temple and my Imperial Agent, Elennye Trizz, notice her, and Raina as a Force-sensitive person figures out that Iomlan is being Odd around Corrain. Elennye (who has assumed command of the Star Cabal by this point and is loosely affiliated with the Sith) pulls Iomlan off to confront her about that. Iomlan tells Elennye that Corrain is her son without too much fight, then correctly deduces that Raina is Force-Sensitive (as is Iomlan). Elennye therefore brings Iomlan onto her crew to A) free Dr. Lokin up for more science experiments and B) to teach Raina how to work with her Force abilities

Iomlan spends the whole carbonite freeze time period with Elennye, right up until Elennye throws in her lot with the Alliance on Odessen, at which point she joins the Alliance and reveals herself - which is just about the time when Corrain's helping Gault raid the Gilded Star with Senya. Senya recognizes her when they return, Corrain recognizes her from the holorecording she left for him as a baby, and she finally admits to being too frightened to reach out before.

She doesn't play a major role in the story after that - and she and Corrain never really have a mother-son relationship, but they do become friendly, and he does eventually let her be Imeacht's grandmother properly - and mostly spends her time either working as a doctor and healer in Alliance medbays, or teaching the ways of the Scions she had led (which are a little more flexible on their interpretations of fate than Heskel's Scions) to young Scions on Zakuul and in the Force Enclave on Odessen.

Thank you for the ask! Iomlan deserves all my attention tbh she's a badass. She's a little like Senya, personality-wise - all business when she has to be - but she genuinely loves Corrain and Eiri, even if it has to be from afar.

#moonrise legacy #iomlan #iomlan greine #corrain #corrain gealai #plotbunny-bundle #swtor ask #swtor #swtor legacy ask! #thank youuuuuu!!! :DDDD

[kittlesandbugs]

I wish to know about the argent hair thing, gun or naptime

Argent hair thing is my ridiculously self-indulgent Argentstep fluff of Argent helping Riley with a specific haircut because clippers have gotten Triggering and remind her too much of Farm 2.0. It is almost ready to go live, I'm still tweaking a couple bits.

"Riley." Quiet, but firm. A cool gentle squeeze at the base of your neck stills your shivers. 

Fuck, you're definitely tight there. You bite back a groan. "Yeah?"  

"It's okay." Absolving you of having to talk about it.  You haven't told her about the Farm yet, but she knows enough to put it together with being taken after Heartbreak.  Her thumb rubs gentle circles in the taut muscle. "Do me a favor and look at the mirror again."

You open your eyes and can't contain the snort at the sight of your hair pinned up in a dozen different directions. Tension drains out of you in a fit of helpless giggles, you look absolutely ridiculous. She echoes your smile in the mirror, flicks a floppy clipped up chunk over into your vision. 

"Hey!" 

"You okay?" 

You grimace as you look at the clippers on the sink again. "Maybe."

Gun is here, nothing else to share that I haven't before lol

Naptime is Riley is a bad sleep cadet and Ortega wants her to get some rest. It's very soft and fluffy lol.

"Wanna watch a movie?" 

Maybe you can work around it. 

"I thought you wanted to go out today," she says with a wary narrowed look. 

"Changed my mind," you say easily. Not a lie. She doesn't need to know why. Can probably guess though. 

A scowl and she looks back at the empty mug between her hands. "I'm fine," she says again. Less sharp this time. No fight at all.

"Yeah, I know. C'mon," you say and tug her hand. She lets you pull her from the chair with uncharacteristically little fuss. You'll take that win, but it's bittersweet. 

"Any preference?" you ask as you lead her to the sofa. 

A shrug as she takes a seat and you pop in the first video your hand lands on. You don't really care either. It isn't about the movie and you both know it. 

You take your seat in the usual corner and hold your arms open in invitation. She gives you a squinty glare like you've unveiled a trap, and you both know you have. You return the look with a disarming smile. 

#plotbunny bundle #Wip whenever #Wip ask meme #thank friend!!!

[domnorian]

Deathstroke Dick Grayson's design, commissioned by @plotbunny-bundle and inspired by @starwalker03's AU.

#my art #dc comics #commissions #deathstroke #dick grayson #character design

[oifaaa]

I’m curious about how Talia plans for share custody. Does she come to pick Damian up randomly?

It's your basic divorced parents situation Talia gets Damian every other weekend only as Talia doesn't bother to explain this to Bruce he definitely thinks he's just lost Damian the first weekend this happens and freaks out

#ask #Plotbunny-bundle #As a child of divorce myself #I know this is the best way to handle this #dc

[suzukiblu]

I just read the maws bonding ficlets from the start. It’s so cute. Just immediate child acceptance. Clark is going “so I’m a dad now” no questions asked.

no questions only dad.

“I like the name,” Superboy mumbles into his chest, just barely shy about it. Conner mumbles into his chest. Clark feels an overwhelming warmth in his own thrumming heart and smiles helplessly, then gives Lois the soft, besotted look he can’t hold back. They have a baby. It’s so great. Conner is so great. He and Lois have a baby and he's great!

Lois turns very red, for some reason, then straightens up and shoves her phone back in her pocket as she clears her throat. 

“Conner James Lane-Kent,” she decides firmly, putting her hands on her hips. “I’d say ‘Olsen’ for the middle name but ‘James’ we can sell as a coincidence easier when we’re figuring out how to explain . . . literally all of this. Any of this. This is going to be very difficult to explain, actually, given the fact you two are functionally identical. Hm. Yeah, the cover’s gonna require some work.” 

“We’ll figure something out,” Clark hums unconcernedly, nuzzling Conner’s hair. Conner bites him, then jumps up and wraps himself around him like a supernaturally strong koala. Clark rumbles happily–his kid likes him!–and Conner starts purring just as happily. Clark feels even warmer. 

“. . . also you two can never do that out of costume,” Lois says. “Like, ever.” 

“Hm?” Clark glances back at her, a little puzzled. “Why not?” 

“Clark,” Lois says, staring at him. “The sounds you two are making right now sound like if a mantis shrimp was trying to explain color theory. Those aren’t even sounds, I’m pretty sure, our senses just don’t know how else to translate them.” 

“I think my fillings are buzzing,” Jimmy agrees thoughtfully, poking at his own cheek. “Feels kinda weird.” 

“But Conner’s so cute when he purrs,” Clark says, trying not to pout at the idea of telling his kid he can’t purr whenever he wants to. Conner purrs louder and bites him again. It’s the most adorable thing that’s ever happened in the entire history of the universe. In the entire history of any universe. Like, all those alternate realities they saw only wish that anything that adorable had ever happened to them.

“That sounds like purring to you?!” Lois asks incredulously. 

“Yes,” Clark says, a little puzzled. “Why, what does it sound like to you?” 

“A rockslide causing a ten-car pile-up,” Lois says frankly. 

“And you sound like somebody made a pack of tigers fight a whale,” Jimmy says. 

“I don’t think tigers do packs,” Clark says, frowning consideringly and hooking Conner into a headlock as the other tries to claw his face off in the cutest possible fashion. “Do they?” 

“I don’t think so, but lions’ roars aren’t as bone-jarring and viscerally terrifying to hear up close as tigers’,” Jimmy says. “So I went with the scarier one.” 

“Pa’s not scary!” Conner protests indignantly, scowling at Jimmy, and Clark feels warm all over again and hugs him harder. Well–tightens the headlock, anyway. Same difference. He really was so worried about being a weapon, being something dangerous, being . . . 

He can’t imagine ever worrying about that again, when Metropolis turned its lights off for him and Lois and Jimmy both trust him even knowing what he’s become in other realities and Conner knew it was safe to come and find him. 

And when he’s looking at Conner, he can’t feel like any kind of a “weapon” at all. 

No. Not even a little bit. 

“Clark’s not scary, no, but the sound of a pack of tigers fighting a whale is,” Jimmy says. “The rockslide and ten-car pile-up is a little unsettling too, to be honest. Like, much less so, but it’s still on the radar there.” 

“No it’s not, it’s precious,” Clark says, then starts preening Conner’s ruffled curls into some semblance of order again. Well . . . a vague impression of it, anyway. Maybe. Kind of. 

A bit. 

. . . possibly that’s a fool’s errand, but whatever. He’s willing to put the effort in for his kid, fool’s errand or not.

#plotbunny-bundle #wip: weird kryptonian bonding rituals #long post

[fergus-cousland]

Do you ever think about how we never got Sven’s full backstory? We never learn how he got from IBI agent to sweeper. He’s on good terms with former colleagues. What happened?!

I like to think that Sven had a pretty conventional life up until he met Lloyd (who has a genetic magic power that no one else seems to have but that's fine)

Becoming a sweeper seems to have a pretty low barrier for entry, considering they let Train do it and he is, technically, an international criminal.

Imagine being an IBI agent and you see your colleague from a few years back, who left the force after his partner's death because it wasn't a good fit for him anymore, and he's in his car with a legendary assassin, a renowned cat burglar and a little girl who can shapeshift into a knife

#i diagnose him with midlife crisis #plotbunny-bundle

[dc-polls]

Over at @doyouknowthisdccharacter we ask how familiar people are with characters that you submit. The other day @plotbunny-bundle asked a great question that I figured we could do as a poll over here in general. There are so many DC characters with new ones cropping up even in the recent years. So the question is...

Reblog and answer with specifics in the tags, as I'm sure it often depends!

#dc-polls-mini #dc-polls-single

[bluegarners]

solar flares?? 👀

hiiii bunny!! thanks for indulging me kjghksjd

so solar flares is my contribution to the dick grayson big bang, coming out in june! (date got pushed back a bit) it's pretty much my take on the "oldest sibling issues dick grayson" thing, and i've been working pretty hard on it! it might be one of my more heavier fics ive done in a while, if only bc it hits close to home for me at times

here's a snippet from part 2!

What was going on? Not just with him, but with everybody? It was like they were all in cahoots, sharing some secret they were keeping tight-lipped about. Tim saying Bruce was different; the unchallenging deference from Damian towards Bruce; the avid and immediate concern from Alfred; Bruce. Bruce and the steak– the fucking extra food on his plate. His inquiry about Dick’s sickness, how he was feeling. The near admittance of missing him in Gotham, in the Manor. What was going on? Dick couldn’t make sense of any of it, the thoughts from months before racing to the front of his mind again. 

There was a shift, a massive change, and everyone was in on it except him. What had he missed? He knew Bruce, probably knew him better than anyone else in the world, and yet he couldn’t comprehend what was going on in that man’s head. All those weeks ago, with Damian and Bruce, with Tim and Bruce, seeing Alfred take a step forwards and- and– Dick wasn’t even sure what it was that struck him so utterly surprised but it bothered him to the point of nausea. He was missing something, blind to a glaring hole, and it was driving him mad. His teeth ached, his head hurt, and the world felt close to a pinprick.

He needs to get it together. In for five. Out for six. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. 

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