Listen He’s Trying Really Hard Ok

graph of what being hungry is like with adhd

Dick has the build of a gymnast (obviously), Jason has the build of a hockey player, Tim has the build of a swimmer, Cass has the build of a ballet dancer, Steph has the build of a volleyball player, Duke has a build of a soccer player and Damian has the build of a martial artist.

And Bruce is overcompensating.

Dp x dc 147

The infinite realms houses many souls. New ones are unheard of .

When plasmius fully formed it was felt by all magic users a in every dimension. A sign of a new realms ghost. Whose power level was high but not quite an ancient.

Then a second came nearly 20 years later. A lower lvl one. Still capable of tearing a whole In dimensions to travel.

Then the third. The same year. When phantom formed. It was from pure ectoplasm the very thing that fills the infinite realm. Phantom was created by the realms itself. An ancient in the making.

Somehow a third in a year. But one that felt wrong. Powerful but then it sapped away coming back. It felt unstable before the sensation faded.

The JLD know these have all come from there dimension. Somehow 3 new realms ghost had been created in a year. They had already been trying to track the first. It was constantly coming in and out of the realm.

Then the baby ancient formed. The three newest realms ghost were often felt together. The three frequented an area in Illinois. On the maps a wooded area.

No one was expecting a town. Nor the baby ancient desperately defending a green glowing dog that wasn’t moving. Or the ghost who looked like. Gender bent younger version.

Especially not for the younger ghost to turn back into a living and breathing human.

Why where these guys in white even attacking the realms ghosts?!?!

Day 03 - Black Cat

I confess, sometimes I think what if Danny were a cat. And then I think that he would be very small and very fluffy, given how very unruly his hair is.

Anyway, have some skrunkly kitten Dannys, and of course the required lost time:

He's just a tiny little soot poof of a kitten...

There Be Clones (but not this one)

[In the case that Tim met Danny when Bruce is drifting in the time stream]

Everyone after interacting with Danny: Hey Tim, you wouldn't have per chance gained some firsthand experience with CADMUS tech, would you?

Tim, thinking about the Kon clones: Depends, why do you ask?

Alternatively:

Tim: Hey check out this really cool friend that I found!

Everybody: Tim... you cloned yourself didn't you?

Tim: Yes, and? I failed to see why that's relevant here.

god gave me feet so i could run (and instead i stood and came undone)

a drabble inspired by @breannasfluff's eldritch wild series :)

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Smoke and ash and a burning, smoldering oil, like the scent of a gas lantern fills his nostrils. Mixed in is cold, dead coals and ice and the sharp needles of pine. A moonless night in a glade should be comforting, should be familiar, but it overwhelms him, fills him through and nearly guts him in its intensity, in its animosity.

Midna laughs under his feet, where his shadow moves without his consent. “Still scared of me, farmer boy?” she hisses in his mind.

“No,” he says out loud, because it doesn’t matter if he is. Because he can’t act like it because his shadow exists under all his clothes, because her needle-like teeth could sink into him and rip his throat out before he realizes--

“Good.” Another cackle follows the statement, ghostly fingers smoothing over his neck and leaving burned, crumbling flesh in their wake. “You Hylians never know who you should actually be scared of.”

It’s a long time before he understands her words. It’s a long time before the ice-cold crackle of burning coals under his feet and the dripping weight of oil riding his back become familiar, welcome sensations. Before losing them feels like some part of his soul has been wrenched away and thrown into the ink-black sea that bore his friend.

It’s a long time before he stops expecting to feel the whisper she left behind.

It’s a long time before he feels something like it again.

The kid washes over him almost without warning. And at first, he jerks away, no longer used to the sensation of a fog rolling through and choking out his breath, of how the light of dusk is too little to see in but enough that you think you can, of dusty fingers leaving dirt in their wake and sharp teeth at his neck--

Everyone else tends to skitter away from Wild’s very being, and he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs the kid’s hand and imprints the memory of rotten bark and rain on dead leaves into his palm, into his being.

“Ain’t it funny,” he asks with a wink, “how Hylians ne’er know who ta be afraid of?”

Whispers and words churn behind him, the others wondering what he could mean, and he ignores them. Because the kid’s too-blue eyes flicker over his form before a grin breaks over his face like a piece of pottery cracking open, and the hand he holds grips him back like he’s the shadow Wild’s been looking for, too.

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read on ao3

“NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP!”

Legend freezes, halfway through dressing. Ravio has a nasty habit of breaking into song around him. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem; satin bowerbird courtship relies more heavily on song. 

“NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN!”

It’s just…why does it have to be this song? Where the merchant heard it is a mystery, but now he sings it at every opportunity. 

“NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND—“

“Ravio, I’m busy!”

“AND DESERT YOU!” A pause. Then, in a lower volume, “I thought you liked my singing?”

“Not when I’m trying to get ready! Not while taking a bath! Not when writing a letter! Or any of the other hundred times you’ve decided to annoy me.” Legend is at the end of his feathers on patience. His flockmate seems to take a sadistic interest in the same Hylia-damned song. Over. And over. And over. 

“NEVER GONNA SAY GOODBYE!”

Legend screams into his feathers. 

Ravio continues down the hall, still belting out the song. 

Read it on A03 here! Adding the art I made as well here.

fierce deity is chill actually, hes here to say hello

OH

Do wild and flora but with Wild in a dress and flora in a suit

-yukari

Dp X dc prompt

Danny gets kidnapped by the joker

The joker is doing this Live on TV, to gwt The attention of Batman.

He is doing his villain monologue

" -you know? It so crazy that-"

" Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room, a Rubber room, a Rubber room with rats. Rats? Rats make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room, a Rubber room, a Rubber room with rats. Rats? Rats make me crazy. Crazy?-"

When the Batfam arrives the Joker is crying on the floor while in the fetal position, Danny is still going at it, and he is not stopping any time soon