Dc X Dp Idea 98

I will never understand the decision to age Jon up and I don't think it's something I will fully accept either. But, DC stands for Disregard Canon and luckily you can pick and choose whatever timeline or event is canon to you.

Being a Hudson/Daniel shipper is not for the weak, I am grasping at crumbs whenever I have to search for fanfics. I even contemplated going back to Wattpad just to see if the story gods have taken any pity on me. 😭

"That's how I'd know"

I told you Orion knew one thing

**Note: This is not THE love confession

Also if anyone wants to see Optimus better

Apprentice AU Megatronous and Orion for commission!!

My babiessss I miss them sm I can't believe I get to draw them for a commission sobs

injured olive!

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Damian going undercover and kicking ass in Detective Comics 2016 1094

@batbabydamian pointed out that Damian is still not, in fact, bigger than a 10 year old 😭🫵🤏

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Royal-ish

Thinking about it Makoto during or after the tragedy would be so high up on the social list that people would start treating him like royalty. Like this man survived a killing game, took down the mastermind that screwed the world over and rehabilatated the most dangerous group of people alive on their planet.

You cannot tell me that Togami and Kirigiri are not working 24/7 to keep people at bay from outright taking him away or desperately trying to marry him (after the tragedy nobody really cares if they're the same sex, they still want him) and that's just the tamer side of things. People have also begun to worship him (much to his dismay) and are already forming weird cults because of it. Makoto just wants to relax in peace but Togami has made sure that whenever he leaves their building he is guarded by atleast five highly trained armed guards.

He tries to protest against this once because he doesn't fully realize that people actually think he's really royalty now and Kyoko brought up all the times he had to be saved from a kidnapping because they let him leave by himself.

"I can take care of myself."

"Did the last three cult leaders tell you that?"

"..."

"..."

"Touché."

I like to think that they also like watching MLP because bright small horses saving the day and singing songs makes their undead heart happy.

Someone walks in one day to talk to Danny who is surrounded by talons and he's just like "Give me a minute," turns on the tv and the mlp theme song comes on catching every talon's attention. They gather around and watch it.

"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."

The body didn't move.

"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."

And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.

Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.

The dead body sat up.

Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"

Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.

Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.

"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."

The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.

"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."

The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.

It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.

Spider-Man’s at work, time for undead boys to meme.

Fic link here!