I have finally tripped directly into Star Wars fic and fandom and I cannot get out
my adhd hyperfocus has been cranked all the way on and i dont see an end
i adore mando-culture and Mando!Obi-Wan has my whole entire soul he deserves so much more than he got AS DO THE CLONES I am a m e s s.
Have I mentioned how much i love the varying mando-courting behaviors fics have presented me with? Because WHOO BOY do I devour that shit so hard
Basically CW having waited for this moment in time to happen, and been watching over Danny since day 1.
Pic 1: Ah... It is time. Pic 2: A boy with a strange fate... Pic 3 : Like the realm that birthed him. Pic 4: Finally, My child has arrived.
@north-peach @wolfsrainrules AAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE IT
I was just struck by the idea of a Xanxus de la Varia x Asui Tsuyu pairing.
I don’t know how it would work. I do know that straight up you’d have to either scrap the timelines entirely or it would be yet another case of people messing with the Bovino 10yr Bazooka and getting plot-fulfilling results.
Unless it was Tsu getting thrown back in time by a quirk, stranding her among the Varia. Because lets face it, in that time period? Only among the Varia would a literal frog girl be able to live a relatively normal life without being turned into someone’s science experiment.
…Oh, yes. Yes, that works. I mean, I’d love to see Xanxus interacting with the entirety of 1A and Aizawa… but that doesn’t mean that Xanxus has to go forward in time! Okay. 1A and Aizawa get caught in a quirk incident and all of them get dumped just inside the front gates of the Varia HQ.
For argument’s sake, Xanxus hasn’t stormed the Iron Fort to confront Nono yet. He’s still totally committed to being The Best Choice for Decimo though, and that means a whole lot of standards and understanding of how being a Boss actually works. Does he have a temper? Yes, but he hasn’t quite yet found out he’s not even properly adopted, so the anger isn’t directed at The Old Fart. Yet.
So Mammon comes to him with the news that a bunch of kids and a single adult have fallen out of what seems to have been a dimensional portal onto their front lawn, and Xanxus is all “guess they’re my people now, at least until we find out if it’s possible to get them home.”
None of these people have active flames. What they do have, what they call ‘quirks’, are certainly interesting though - and Xanxus has Lussuria and the rest of Varia Medical giving all of 1A and their teacher a thorough and complete work-up. Sun flames can fix a lot of what Recovery Girl couldn’t. Not everything, but even old injuries (in the cases of Aizawa and Midoriya especially) are better than they used to be.
Aizawa has to sit down with his class, Xanxus, and Mammon and find a way to reconcile their Hero Training with The Mafia, and it’s one heck of a Law and Ethics lecture. Not least because law in Italy is really different to law in Japan. Xanxus is very much the one to lay down the Law about being Terminally Stupid though, and that Mineta’s sexist, lecherous behaviour counts, so he’ll either stop or get shot.
The longer 1A are around and among the Varia, the closer some of them come to being flame active. Also, with Aizawa around taking care of his kids, and folding Xanxus in as one of his kids, because let’s face it, he really isn’t much older than them at this point, Xanxus now has an actually good father figure. One who will call everyone out on their Stupid, will provide discipline, guidance, and praise as needed, and who is genuinely more interested in seeing his kids grow up to be the best versions of themselves they can be than he is in social anything.
Seriously, the only thing more precious to Aizawa than his kids are cats, coffee, and his capture scarf. So when Xanxus eventually finds out that The Old Fart isn’t his father and didn’t even properly adopt him, Xanxus goes to the Hell Class for support, affirmation, and confirmation that Aizawa is okay with being called “Dad” by one more kid. Belphegor is also absorbed into the class, as he’s even younger than them at this point in time.
… now that I think about it, of 1A, Yaoyorozu is the one Xanxus is most likely to end up with. Absolutely replacing Levi with Kirishima, and Aizawa would probably settle into the Cloud Guardian spot. This is going to throw off a lot of stuff. Because now? No Cradle Affair. No Cradle Affair means that Xanxus doesn’t get put on ice. Xanxus not on ice means he’s walking around and capable of killing threats to the Vongola before those threats kill Enrico, Massimo, and Federico. Or some of them, anyway.
@wolfsrainrules, @north-peach, @ladyhallen, @high-pot-in-noose, @insanescriptist, @rayshippouuchiha, @onceabluemoonwrites, @akaluan… did I miss anybody?
@thefringeperson have I told you lately that I love your brain? I am so excited to find these when I pop back into tumblr like the rising dead.
Love when writers do an insane amount of unnecessary research for their fics. I follow an author that did like 8 months of intense research into 14th century Scotland so they could write smut about it, and guess what. It was some fucking incredible porn AND I learned about old Scottish politics
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DP X DC prompt: ~It’s April 27~
Happy Death Day, Jason! or
How to Get a Medical Certificate of Death for employment.
~~~~~
Jason: Replacement,where’s my death certificate? In Infinite Realms they require it when applying for a job.
Tim: We..We burned it.
Jason: What the hell?!
Tim: Well, you broke your tombstone and it hurts to think about..so, you know, we thought you wouldn’t be happy to see it.
Jason: And what do you offer me now? I will not lie down again on the autopsy!
Tim: Well, actually..
~~~~~
Jason: Hey, Bruce, did you know that your close relatives might refuse traditional autopsy? *condemningly pointing to his autopsy scar*
Dick: It’s only possible if death was nonviolent, Little Wing. We’re sorry.
Jason: I don’t care! Call whoever you want but I need directions to virtopsia in an hour.
~~Meanwhile, Fenton Works~~
People may ignore the similarities between Fenton and Phantom but what about instrumental diagnostics?
~~In an hour, near the morgue~~
Danny: Where are my forensic results?
Doctor: Mr Fenton, your C.T.’s not ready yet, so wait outside.
Danny: I’m already dead! Should be afraid of too much ionization? All my molecules already got all rearranged.
Jason: Hey! It’s my turn!
Danny: Sorry. the Ancients send me second time for expertise, damn bureaucrats.
Jason: Are you getting a job too?
Danny: Not by choice but by fate, unfortunately. What position are you applying for?
Jason: Royal Knight.
Danny: Ambitious. But you don’t look like a guy in armor or with a sword.
Jason: Kid, my guns will replace any weapon. Ask anyone in Crime Alley. What about you?
Danny: Well, take that piece of paper and don’t bring me your resume, you’re hired. Let me introduse myself. New King, Phantom. Don’t be late, work day starts at 7 a.m. I like black coffee, no sugar.
Jason: I’m not your secretary, asshole.
Danny: See you later.
~~the next morning.the dining room of Casper High~~
Red Hood: Your coffee, Your Majesty.*smiles*.
Danny: Did you spit in there? *drinks some*, *senses 15 spoons of sugar in 300 milliliters of drink*.
Danny: Ha! Reverse psychology works great. Jazz is right! *drinks it all in one gulp*
Red Hood: M-monster! Disgusting! On a level with Tim, I swear!
Danny: Why is it official? Just call me Danny. And who is Tim?
Jason: ..I’m not letting you people without taste buds meet, ever.
Danny: Too bad, it seems we have a lot in common.
Bruce Wayne is Scared of Bats. This is a Canon Fact.
In a difference from canon, Batman pretends to actually BE a bat man.
(Again, “Loading and Aspect Ratio” by JUBE514 situation with fake wings. Please go read it I love it so much.)
Bruce turns himself into a physical manifestation of his personal worst nightmares, and sets out to be a street cryptid. People see him flinching from bright lights and loud noises (he hasn’t slept in three days and he really hates guns) twitching weirdly (testing his wings function/stimming) not fully understanding human social niceties (you cannot tell me this man isn't Autistic) and, duh, wings, and go ah yes this being is Inhuman.
However, people KNOW Brucie Wayne™ is petrified of bats. There was an incident at a party when one flew through a window, another at a zoo, there was this one time Manbat showed up and he practically teleported away. No one saw him for a whole week, even after Batman had captured Manbat. (He got injured in the fight.)
However, by extension, this means that Bruce Wayne is afraid of Batman. Just- absolutely terrified of him. No ones seen them in the same place. Ever. Bruce Wayne actually publicly refuses to even believe in the cryptid for YEARS past when he's already been proven to exist.
When the Justice League gets called in to protect Bruce and his smattering of children from a planned kidnapping that batman is conspicuously absent from, despite Gotham being his territory, Bruce straight up tells the league that he doesn’t believe in him, and he feels much safer with “real heroes” rather than “a urban legend spawned from overdramatic furries and gang wars.”
The justice league is, obviously, confused.
Certified little shits Dick, Jason, and Tim, (because we’re going with JUBE514’s canon and jason doesn’t die they’re all brothers f off-)
ANYWAYS: Certified Little Shits Dick, Jason, and Tim, ready for chaos/solidifying secret identities: “Don’t worry! We believe in batman! We saw him!” :D
They then proceed to tell the justice league that Bruce HAS met Batman, but he has a phobia of bats, and when Batman saved them at a gala Bruce screamed so loud and shrill he threw off the bat-hearing and then punched batman in the face so hard he knocked him out cold, grabbed then-baby Jason and ran. (Nightwing and the second Robin had to HEROICALLY rescue a dazed Batman, Dick saw it with his own eyes!)
Bruce was so scared of the bat coming to take revenge that he jumped at every shadow for a whole month. Why, Jason, (who was younger then) had slept in Bruce's bed to keep him safe! (Dick is crooning about his cute little brother. Jason, who is hitting his growth spurt and not a little kid anymore, is infinitely embarrassed.)
“Why is he so scared of bats?” The Justice League is wondering. Oh, they are so glad they asked!
“Alfred told us a story once,” Dick says, eyes wide and innocent as he prepares to lie through his fucking teeth, “that when Bruce was little, really little, he got trapped in a cave filled with bats, and his dad had to come rescue him. Apparently, Little Bruce had been crying about a massive bat, even bigger than he was, with glowing red eyes and human hands and (gasp) wait oh my goodness gracious what if that was the BATMAN :0”
“The baby batman.” Jadon adds.
“Batboy?” Tim wonders.
“Alfred, do you think Bruce met batman when they were little?” Dick asks.
“I believe,” Alfred “the greatest enabler” Pennyworth hums, offering fresh baked scones to thier gleeful audience, “that Master Bruce referred to what he saw as ‘the bat king’ and reported seeing him outside his window several times over the years.”
“Maybe it really was him! Will you ask Batman for us?” Tim asks, already planning to hack the watchtower cameras and set up some popcorn with his brothers.
The Justice League, who have learned more about the Batman in one conversation than they have over MANY years of working together, tell the Wayne children that it will be their Genuine Pleasure to quiz batman on his interactions with BRUCIE WAYNE who has, apparently, laid batman out cold with one punch.
Alfred adds on that he personally thinks the Batman is being rather courteous to Master bruce, as “bat king” sightings were after “difficult times” and he doesn’t come near the manor otherwise, as robin had been the one to return some stolen family heirlooms. He calls the batman and his robins “polite young gentlemen” and then leaves.
But now the gears are turning in the justice leagues heads. Batman? Courteous? Polite? Batman is not Courteous or Polite. Not unless something else is going on.
Now. From their point of view. Batman lives in the cave systems under the richest houses in Gotham, Phantom of the Opera style, hiding his meta form (because this batman is playing cryptid really well.) He’s been watching Bruce Wayne, likely as he struggled with the highly reported on demise of his parents, seeing the effects that crime had on the boy that fell into his cave all those years ago. Batman has always been so protective of children, so hateful of guns, clearly the Wayne tragedy is part of what motivates him. He loves Gotham dearly, territorial of it to the point of keeping other heroes out, and yet he breaks that rule here, for Gotham's prince, solely for Bruce’s comfort. Bruce, another person who obviously loves the city of Gotham just as much, putting millions into charity and relief efforts. Who is clearly very protective of his children, even if he usually has no spine, to the point of attacking his greatest fear to keep then safe, and good enough to land a hit, even.
Its all so clear to the Justice League: Batman is madly in love with Bruce Wayne. Has been for years. To the point of watching him sleep, on occasion. How very tragic! Batman, in love with someone he can never be with! Not only would it paint a massive target on Bruce’s back if they ever did get together- there’s no questioning what Gotham villains would do if they discovered this- but batman can’t even truly see the man without him running screaming! Well, the poor guy… how sad…
This conclusion can be aided by the following-
Batman always being seen near where Bruce is. He’s never once at the watchtower when Bruce has a public appearance- he must be watching over him, a silent guardian in case someone gets it in their head to kidnap Gotham’s Prince.
Batman insisting that Bruce is innocent in a corporate scheme, despite evidence to the contrary.
Superman saves Bruce, who thanks him with a kiss on the cheek. The justice league starts teasing Clark, batman huffs and leaves the room. He’s CLEARLY jealous! Superman feels just awful!
Batman casually referencing Wayne Tech/Foundation inner workings- he keeps an eye on them, of course. (If he can’t be close to the object of his affections, the league reasons, of course he’d make sure that Bruce’s company and projects are on the right track)
Batman inexplicably knowing social dances/high society manners- he must have learned by watching (stalking) bruce! He can navigate high profile talk if he wants to, he just doesn’t want to most of the time, but if the situation calls for it he can talk like the Richest of Pricks in a way that only comes with observation.
Batman absolutely freezing up when confronted with this. Or bristling when some of the league members start making Comments on Brucie Wayne’s Physical Attributes. (Jealousy? Defensiveness? Perhaps… embarrassment at GL’s detailed explanation on what he’d do with a chance in bed with Brucie.)
Dick/Jason being big enough to wear the Bat-wings rather than thier own and be convincing- they save Bruce, though the man passes out (from fear? Blood loss from an injury? Perhaps- he is faking) and Dick/Jason, either out of genuine concern for their dad or general “how can i stir the pot” chaos, gently strokes his hair away from his face in an act of compassion that the cameras just so happen to catch. (There’s a few tears shed in the justice league- poor batman! He can’t be with his love!)
The robins (in both identities) telling the justice league that they've seen batman watching him.
“oh yeah he does background checks on aaaaaall bruces conquests. Had a conniption when brucie found a mafia boss that one time.”
“And when he found out Bruce and Two-face had a fling!”
The Justice League is swooning over this tragic, forbidden love story. Batman is a little creepy but hey. He apparently grew up in a cave system. Its a wonder he's as well adjusted as he is. Batman has their sympathy, he seems a little more human, they’re a little more understanding with him now. Superman is all too happy to be a rebound, if needed. There are magic users offering glamour spells. Hal is making exposure therapy innuendos.
The robins can’t believe how lucky they got. They’re def grounded but B can’t be too mad bc his secret identity is FUKIN SET.
Alfred is rather proud of Batman's new nickname in the league being “the bat king” and keeps sending batman along with cookies. The league thinks Batman is checking up on bruce with his butler. Its a mess.
Eventually, Batman loses a bet to one of his kids. Committing to the Bit with an exasperated sigh (he’s definitely not having fun, shut up jason.)
He admits to his crush.
Voting as Fire Extinguishter (poem by Kyle Tran Myhre)
When the haunted house catches fire:
a moment of indecision.
The house was, after all, built on bones,
and blood, and bad intentions.
Everyone who enters the house feels
that overwhelming dread, the evil
that perhaps only fire can purge.
It’s tempting to just let it burn.
And then I remember:
there are children inside.
Ok, writing prompt inspired by the anon that wanted a Skull goes back to being a stuntman AU:
Tsuna, when he realizes that he really wont be able to escape the Mafia because of his status, decides to team up with Skull (as the other powerful civilian who was dragged into mafia shenenigans unwilingly) to keep other innocent civilians who happened to get flame active safe from the mafia.
For this, Tsuna invests some of Vongola money to fund Skull’s stunts. Because he is technically working for the vongola, no one can give him shit for it (aside from Reborn because he’s Reborn, obvs). So, Skull goes around the world doing stunts and if all of the places he goes to just so happen to take place in towns and cities where there are signs of recent flame activation then that’s not one else’s business.
How do they find these places?
Not with Viper’s help, that’s for sure. Viper is Themselves first, Varia second, arcobaleno a reluctant third and only then are they Skull’s sort of friend. If there are new flame actives, unless they are quality and worth getting the Varia to get them, Viper is gonna sell the shit out of that information to the highest bidder.
No, instead I’m going the unorthodix route of setting Mukuro on civilian actives duty because Tsuna thought it might be a good way to not have him have to spend too much time with the mafia that he hates so much and also an indirect blow to the mafia by taking away the main source of the majority of the grunt workforce (lets face it, unless the civilia is very extraordinarily powerful, they’ll just be grunts at best). Also because he has a set group of followers of his own that will help him investigate. and is also a mist so he can remain hidden for longer if needed.
And I prefer him over Chrome because of the two mists he’s the one most against the mafia while Chrome literally went into the mafia willingly just because Mukuro asked her. So he be better able to understand the fearful civilians.
this is a poem
i couldn’t not draw this
the rat poem is too powerful that’s why they don’t talk about it
Danny making a cafe/restaurant/whatever named Danny’s, in gotham, while on the run from GIW. A bunch of ghosts visit bc danny also makes ecto snacks from the secret menu in a side room. Due to this, it has the same liminal feeling and insane shit that happens in denny’s parking lots. (It’s like the fun sized and feral au by @nutcase8691 but i have a funny name.)
Sometimes Danny’s holds concerts for a famous rockstar (ember). Sometimes suspicious patrons walk right through a wall (into the ghost section). Sometimes there’s a frankenweenie outbreak if Danny is sleep deprived. It’s always freezing and yet somehow no one ever really gets uncomfortably cold. There’s ice sculptures. Plants that twitch and wave even if poison ivy isn’t around. Astrology maps on the walls that sometimes shift into occult symbols and hieroglyphics. Sometimes, after closing, (which is at the weirdest times honestly its open all night but closes random hours of the day) if you look through the slats in the window blinds it’s like you’re staring into the cosmos.
If you set up a fight (meet me in danny’s parking lot, 3am) there will be a referee even if you didn’t communicate it with the shop. The ref gives weapons, knows first aid, and stops fights if they get too rough. The second the fight is over they vanish into thin air.
Danny’s is neutral territory. Sometimes bad guys try to claim it but danny sets them straight. He doesn’t care if its a gang or a rouge, if they mess with his shop, or with anything/anyone too close to his shop, the Man Himself will emerge with a baseball bat, knock people out cold, stand over their groaning bodies and announce, “welcome to danny’s.” He’s never lost. He took out bane once. The Joker he didn’t even use the baseball bat he came after him with his fists. The joker doesn’t even have to be doing anything if he comes near danny will hunt him down. It’s like he has a radar around the shop. Once a really tired Red Robin herded him into the radar with a confused Red Hood’s help bc he just didn’t want to deal. Danny takes the clown out with a spectacular flying tackle before joker even realizes he’s wandered too close.
Jason goes to check it out later. Comes up to the counter to order and the tiny wayne bait guy behind the counter takes one look at him and goes:
“let me grab the secret menu”
“Uh… no, i just want a-“
“Trust me.” The guy says, eyes turning Lazarus green. “You want the secret menu.”
Part 2 of my ramblings (NOT a proper fic)
People have been asking for more of this ^^ so here you go, have a really long word vomit of stuff i think is funny
(IM NOT WRITING THIS FIC GDI I HAVE ENOUGH WIP’S!)
Danny’s restaurant is ALSO manned by-
Tucker, who will fix your tech for free, has tattoos of hieroglyphics and lines of code that shift around when he gets busy.
Sam, who makes an express line for veggie orders. If you try to order meat from sam all the potted plants start trembling.
Jazz, who has a special booth in the back and Magically makes people dump their deepest secrets to her in streamlined Liminal Powers Therapy. (It’s a bit weird but hey the people she targets feel better so whatevs.)
Dani, who shares pictures from tourist traps she's visited, though there’s also some REALLY WEIRD pics of alternate realities and cult shenanigans mixed in. Some of the older patrons are concerned. She’s a little too young to do all this alone- actually, how old is she? Her father looks like he’s in his early twenties…
Dan, who is working here while “on parole” and often loudly argues with Danny about it.
“I don’t want to work in your stupid shop, Dad!”
Dan is two whole feet taller than danny and three times as wide i will not be taking constructive criticism. He’s a whole silver fox. There are some ladies who have a crush on him and they’re really concerned if he’s legal bc danny is younger than them how is Dan his child-
“Dan, how old are you?”
“I don’t know, like, a hundred sixty something?”
(Lady turns to look at Danny, who shrugs and smiles.) “time dilation. What a world we live in. Dan, kiddo, can you get some more napkins from the back?”
“Ugh, fine, dad.”
The first villain Danny ACTUALLY fights isn’t the Joker. It’s Condiment King. Dan runs away from him, which is already weird bc guy is MASSIVE, and the condiment king chases him bc YES SOMEONE FINALLY FEARS HIM PROPERLY.
Danny bursts out of the shop in righteous fatherly fury and beats the snot out of him. Everyones is confused bc… what? Dan is massive? Why is he scared? Why is the twink beating the snot out of condiment king?
“Dan had a traumatic experience with Burger Sauce.” Danny explains, glaring down at the rouge at his feet. He kicks him, growls, “Don’t mess with my kid.” And walks back inside.
No one asks, bc this is gotham. Asking is rude, and also it lessens the Mystery that is Danny’s. No one knows how the kids came into existence. No one knows, before someone from out of town (metropolis, ugh) asks about the sign.
The sign outside the shop says:
Welcome to Danny’s!
Do no harm and no harm shall befall you.
Start nothing and nothing will be ended.
We have baseball bats and fists and a mean swing.
This establishment does not serve- guys in white (suits), Vlad, Transphobes, Vlad, Clowns, VLAD.
Do not ask for the secret menu. If you can get it, Danny will offer it.
(Don’t scare the other customers, please.)
When asked who Vlad is, bc he’s banned three times, Danny just kind of sighs.
“He’s my kid's other parent. He’s an obsessive creep who completely ignores Danielle because she’s a girl, rolling in money but won’t pay his child support. You know how it is.”
Several goons ask what he looks like so they can keep an eye out. Dani happily tells them “look at Dan, take away Dad’s features, then convert 30% of his height and weight into smarminess.”
It's an effective description. Vlad gets full body tackled the moment he enters the neighborhood. Danny gives the goons free fudge (family recipe, one of the restaurants signatures)
Theres a deal that’s just, “beat danny in a fight you eat for free.”
The deal extends to both Dan and Dani as well. Even if you lose you get fudge as a reward for courage.
No one ever wins.
One time, a couple brought their kid, recently discharged from the hospital. Danny comes over to them and grins. “Hey, kiddo! Bet you gave your parents a scare, huh? Pulled through in the end. That means you get the secret menu!”
Parents: hey wtf?
Danny, handing over a perfectly normal menu: 😀
Kid: “ooh mommy look at the glowy stars!”
Parents: !?!?!?
Danny: 😁
Old man Dave, whose heart has stopped like three times now: “Oh don’t worry about that, prices are the same and it will help your kid feel much better. Danny’s just a little weird.”
After all, it’s not just full ghosts that get the menu. If you’ve been dead, heart stopped, soul out of body before being popped back into place, then you get it. There’s actually a pretty high number of people who get it, bc this is Gotham. People get resuscitated after rogue attacks. The ecto actually helps stabilize their soul after getting jerked between life and death so rudely.
The secret menu that they’re given is just a normal menu, scribbled over top with an ecto pen, invisible to non-secret menu havers. Different “ecto-levels” to choose from, and three extra dishes. There’s also instructions to get into the “back room” for those who can’t go intangible, though it comes with a disclaimer “not for the faint of heart.”
There’s also a small note at the bottom- “do not share food.”
Anyways, as per original post. Tim herds Joker into Danny’s radar bc he Cannot Deal Right Now. He salutes Danny, who waves back, grinning like he didn’t just come at the Clown Prince of Crime like a feral badger on crack cocaine. “Heya, Red Robin! You want a coffee?”
“Please.” Tim sighs. “You’re the best, Danny.”
Jason looks between tim and the shop danny just vanished into. “Uh, what?”
“Danny doesn’t like clowns.” Tim explains. “Or condiment king. They get close, Danny takes them out.”
Jason is incredibly confused, bc he just came back from an out of town mission, but this place is right on the edge of his territory and he should definitely know about it. He asks tim, who just shrugs.
“That shop is weird. It’s like a grocery store at 3am. I stumbled in there after a rough night and Danny just whipped me up the best coffee i've ever had. Still can’t find their website. I swear it’s bigger on the inside and the door keeps swapping from one side of that fire hydrant to the other.”
Danny comes out and passes Tim a massive coffee cup. “Come back and talk shop with tucker, okay? You’re welcome any time. Both of you, actually.”
He gives Jason a weird look and then goes back inside.
Jason, who is a little concerned that the reverence tim has is more than his average weird worship of coffee (it's just that good) goes back the next day in civvies.
He gets offered the secret menu, danny does the eye thing, Jason retreats to look at the secret menu. Unsure of what just happened, he texts tim.
Jason: Why was i given a “secret menu”
Tim: WTF WHAT DID YOU DO TO GET THAT
Jason: IDK THATS WHY IM TEXTING YOU
tim: I'VE BEEN GOING FOR MONTHS I’M A LOYAL PATRON WHAT DO YOU HAVE THAT I DONT
Jason: the secret menu apparently (image)
Tim: …thats just the normal menu???
Jason: no? It looks like a kid went ham with a neon green marker tf?
Duke: you know this is the family chat right?
Steph: order the waffles
Jason: you order the waffles. Wtf is an ecto-level.
Jason asks for what danny recommends, Danny immediately gives him a milkshake and tells him it's on the house bc he “looks rough.”
Jason is kind if offended, bc he actually got a decent sleep- but then he tries it and its like.
Oh.
Now. Between the stink Tim is making, and the sudden worship that Jason has of this shops milkshakes, the BatFamily is now Curious and will Investigate.
Are the milkshakes really that good?
The full force of the Wayne Family™ isn’t exactly subtle, so they go in twos and threes over the course of a week.
Damian gets offered the secret menu, and is also directed towards Sam’s express vegetarian line. Danny just Knew. Damian accuses Tim and/or Jason of pulling a prank on him, but they both swear up and down they didn’t say anything.
Both Steph (i think? Did she fake her death or actually die idk) and Cass get the secret menu, and they keep trying to ask Tim what certain things on the menu mean. Tim Cannot See what they’re talking about. He’s starting to get frustrated. Is it some sort of magic spell?
Tim takes Kon to Danny’s. (Is it a date? A test date on a low-stakes investigation? Maybe.) Danny, who is really starting to enjoy messing with Tim, gleefully offers Kon the secret menu, and Tim the normal one. Tim bangs his head on the table.
Dick doesn’t get a secret menu, but he does notice a couple disappear through the wall. He’s almost certain he’s seen them before, but it will be a while before he remembers Kitty and Johnny from his early Robin Days.
Duke is also not offered a secret menu, but he can see the writing anyways. He can also see that some of the patrons have weird auras, and what on EARTH is up with Danny himself? He tries to ignore it, up until Steph gets him to order one of the specials off Cass’s (secret) menu. And Danny just kind of sharpens, the air going cold.
“I didn’t give you that menu. Just because you can read it, doesn’t mean you want it. Order off the right menu, please.”
Duke, freaked the hell out by the Biblically Accurate Horror that Danny is shifting into, orders off the right menu and apologizes.
“Oh, it’s alright!” Danny flips back to cheerful in seconds. “It’s just that it wouldn’t be completely healthy for you to eat it, even if you are part immortal.”
Duke bluescreens.
Alright, somethings definitely going on.
Tim and Jason both order the same thing- an oreo milkshake, one off the secret menu, one off the normal menu. Jason confirms the one from the normal menu does not taste the same and isn’t as good. Tim cannot confirm the other way around, because Jason nearly punches him when he attempts to taste it.
They take samples home, analyze them, and go over anecdotes from other patrons, trying to figure out what makes Danny’s so weird. What makes Kon, Cass, Jason, and Damian different?
Wait a second. Kon, Cass, Jason, Damian. The ones that died and came back to life.
It’s around this time that Dick remembers where he’s seen Kitty and Johnny before. Lovers from two houses, both alike in (in)dignity, had a romeo-and-juliet-esque escapade across Gotham, ending in high speed chase with Kitty’s gangster father and a fatal motorcycle accident. Both are dead. Both are in Danny’s.
Danny’s has something to do with death.
Having heard a couple stories about food of the dead, they notify Bruce (who is very concerned as to what exactly his children have been putting in their mouths) and then call in the magic users of the justice league.
It’s a mess. Dan calls Constantine a whore. Deadman and Secret (i think thats Tim’s ghost friend?) get abducted to the backroom. Dani clocks Capt. Marvel as another kid who looks older than he actually is, with magic powers, and his showing him her REALLY interesting travel photos. Zatanna is like “this place needs an exorcism” and danny just goes “ma’am please don’t exorcize my customers.”
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I was recently informed that one of my favorite authors, a woman who has contributed much to many fandoms, has passed away.
At first, I hoped this was merely a mistake, but on checking with Vixen Tail's ao3 profile, I read the small announcement that stated this author passed away May 3rd, 2022.
Typically when an author stops posting, we all hope they are merely taking a break. Perhaps a life event? Maybe a lingering injury or a sudden change in free time. For all that we love, appreciate and respect everyone who contributes to fandoms through art, media, fics and all the ways we can imagine, sometimes we forget that we are not as immortal as our works.
I am devastated that I am almost a year late to offer my deepest condolences, my sympathies and, should you who are reading this have also been unaware, my apologies.
Honestly, a part of me is hoping I will get a very confused PM, asking why on Earth I would believe a dearly beloved author and artist is dead when she is simply busy with life...
We can only hope.
But in the meantime,
Rest in peace, Vixen Tail.
We mourn your silence.
You will be missed.
You will not be forgotten.
This. This right here. I didn’t know- and I cannot believe I didn’t know. Vixen Tail is- was- one of my favorite authors. Her works were so absolutely vivid, absolutely alive and intricate.
She poured herself into her work, built so so much of the foundations for the fandoms she touched, rippled out into them, into the world with her words and the beautiful pictures she painted for us.
She was a pillar of inspiration for myself and many others- and the fact that I only found out she was gone today, nearly a year after she’s passed- It’s- it feels wrong. She deserved more than that. Deserves more than that.
So I’m here. It’s nearly a year too late, but my deepest condolences to Vixen Tail’s family and friends.
We mourn your silence.
I hope you rest peacefully in the After. Your light and life, the joy and wonder you brought in your wake will be missed and mourned.
I was recently informed that one of my favorite authors, a woman who has contributed much to many fandoms, has passed away.
At first, I hoped this was merely a mistake, but on checking with Vixen Tail's ao3 profile, I read the small announcement that stated this author passed away May 3rd, 2022.
Typically when an author stops posting, we all hope they are merely taking a break. Perhaps a life event? Maybe a lingering injury or a sudden change in free time. For all that we love, appreciate and respect everyone who contributes to fandoms through art, media, fics and all the ways we can imagine, sometimes we forget that we are not as immortal as our works.
I am devastated that I am almost a year late to offer my deepest condolences, my sympathies and, should you who are reading this have also been unaware, my apologies.
Honestly, a part of me is hoping I will get a very confused PM, asking why on Earth I would believe a dearly beloved author and artist is dead when she is simply busy with life...
We can only hope.
But in the meantime,
Rest in peace, Vixen Tail.
We mourn your silence.
You will be missed.
You will not be forgotten.
This. This right here. I didn’t know- and I cannot believe I didn’t know. Vixen Tail is- was- one of my favorite authors. Her works were so absolutely vivid, absolutely alive and intricate.
She poured herself into her work, built so so much of the foundations for the fandoms she touched, rippled out into them, into the world with her words and the beautiful pictures she painted for us.
She was a pillar of inspiration for myself and many others- and the fact that I only found out she was gone today, nearly a year after she’s passed- It’s- it feels wrong. She deserved more than that. Deserves more than that.
So I’m here. It’s nearly a year too late, but my deepest condolences to Vixen Tail’s family and friends.
We mourn your silence.
I hope you rest peacefully in the After. Your light and life, the joy and wonder you brought in your wake will be missed and mourned.
this is the big debate on facebook today but frankly starting with 3 is the only thing that ever felt right to me and everyone else is wrong
Initially I was thinking I was a 13524 as well, then I realized, no. 52413 for me.
I had to draw this out to figure out what I do XD 314253
One thing I’ve learned about writing is ”give everything a face”. It’s no good to write passively that the nobility fled the city or that the toxic marshes were poisoning the animals beyond any ability to function. Make a protagonist see how a desperate woman in torn silks climbs onto a carriage and speeds off, or a two-headed deer wanders right into the camp and into the fire. Don’t just have an ambiguous flock of all-controlling oligarchy, name one or two representatives of it, and illustrate just how vile and greedy they are as people.
it’s bad to have characters who serve no purpose in the story, but giving something a face is a perfectly valid purpose.
This is the real heart of “show don’t tell”
i want to see old men with full beards learning ballet and i want to see terrible art from people in their 30s who have only just got their first tablet and i want to see mothers picking up their old hobbies from before they were told it wasn’t okay to have hobbies and i want to see people in their early 20s figuring out how to be alive by making bad music in their bedrooms and i want zines to be handmade paper pamphlets of devotion and i want creation to be fun again instead of a competition where we all have to monetise joy until we lose the invaluable currency of unashamed love again
I would like to wish everyone an uneventful new year
May we live in very uninteresting times
may you experience very precedented events
May you find (and get) a job that you like and pays well.
May you always have enough to pay the bills and do fun things yourself.
May you find the medication that helps with your issues - and may it not cost too much.
May you find joy. May you find quiet, enjoyable moments to just be. May you discover a new passion.
May you lose stress.
May your muses work with you this year.
May this year be joyous, and the only surprises you receive be good ones.
I made it
Reblog for the awesome fanfic authors you know
I’m looking at you.
im literally not exaggerating when i tell you guys this video saved my life
This is a damn MOOD FOR LIFE, I tell you what.
This is beautiful, not just because of the lyrics, harmonies and relatable message, but also because Cinderella (Brandy), One of the Hercules Muses (Roz Ryan) , and Mama Odie (Jenifer Lewis) are singing it. Like we have been blessed.
one of these days I will not watch this video when it comes around on my dash, but today is not that day
“one of these days I will not watch this video when it comes around on my dash, but today is not that day”
Hard same. Every. Time.
