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oh yeah hey here's a little oneshot (that i wanted to be more >:( ) for until i get done with that rodydeku fic thats making me lose my mind :)

Its gonna be multiple chapters i swear

I’m still figuring posting on AO3 out lol

Just a little idea

What if when Tim went off to look for Batman when he was lost in time he bumped into Phantom.

They made a Deal

Phantom knowing CW helped him find Bruce and how to get him back safely, Phantom in return for reasons (hurt badly & recovering, or evolving in power) needed someone very ecto-contaminated (Ra's fault) like Tim, to be contained in.

From a magic user point of view, knowing very little of the GZ and how they work, Tim made a very powerful Deal with a powerful death being (High Ghost King Phantom: Hello!) and is now somehow pregnant (not really but they don't know that)

Danny while inside Tim inside his core can still hear the world outside normally and can share his emotions with Tim to communicate. Which looks a lot like Tim is speaking to his belly just like expecting parents do.

This could be angst or crack

or

my personal favourite, different genres for different pov's

Tim's would be happy, just regular getting his life back together being a total BAMF, coming of age type of vibe

The rest of the Batfam and other heroes pov would be angst, paranormal, psychological horror.

Misunderstandings galore

Dick regretting heavily his decisions which caused Tim to run away because he did not believe him and he has many Regrets.

Bruce feeling guilty that Tim felt the need to make such a decision as to make a Deal and end up pregnant just to bring him back.

Meanwhile the magic users have told the other heroes about Tim's situation and now think that he's going to give birth to the child of a very powerful death being and if something happens to Tim to risk the baby it would cause all of their worlds destruction.

so pretty much-

Tim-Girl Boss, Gatekeep, Gaslight

Batfam- Much Angst

Others- *panicked chicken noises*

~

Just an Idea

Perfect Disaster

Dick loved Jazz. He really did. She was incredible—strong, smart, funny, and probably the only person on Earth who could keep up with him in a spar without wanting to throttle him. She got his jokes, finished his sentences, and punched him in the arm whenever he got too smug.

They were supposed to be perfect for each other.

So why was he in love with Dan?

Why had his wedding day been filled with flashes of ice-blue eyes and a voice that always sounded just a little too unimpressed?

Why did his stomach drop every time he thought about Dan looking at him with something almost like affection, only to turn away like it had never been there?

It was driving him insane.

And Jazz—God, poor Jazz. She was so good, so devoted, so present, and Dick? Dick was the worst husband alive.

He’d caught himself zoning out during dinner last week, staring at his fork like it was the most interesting thing in the world, because Jazz had mentioned something in passing, and his brain had gone straight to how Dan would never say something like that. Dan doesn’t talk that much. Dan doesn’t talk at all unless he had to.

Jazz deserved better. She deserved someone who wasn’t actively fantasizing about her brother at the worst possible moments.

And worst of all?

She had no idea.

He was a such horrible person

Jazz was losing her mind.

She was in love with her husband. She knew she was. Dick was amazing—bright and loud and brilliant, always moving, always there. He made her laugh, he made her feel seen, he made life fun.

So why was Jason the one she thought about late at night?

Why was it his voice that echoed in her head when she had a bad day? Why did she find herself catching her breath when he smiled, when he laughed, when he looked at her like she was something worth knowing?

It was awful. It was disgusting. It was—

It was fine. She’d bury it. She’d ignore it.

Dick loved her. She loved Dick. Everything was fine.

Except…

Except Dick had been distracted lately. Not in the normal “up all night on patrol” way. No, this was different.

He was off.

He’d started spacing out in the middle of conversations, looking guilty when she caught him. He’d smile too wide, laugh too loud, cover up whatever he was thinking with that performance of his, but Jazz knew him too well.

Something was wrong.

She wanted to ask, but she didn’t. Because if she asked, maybe he’d ask back. Maybe he’d say why are you acting weird too? Why do you freeze when Jason calls? Why do you look at him like—

No. No, she wasn’t going to think about that.

Everything was fine.

Things got worse.

Dick started overcompensating.

Big romantic gestures, flowers, expensive dinners, soft kisses on her forehead, murmured I love yous like he was trying to convince himself they were real.

Jazz responded in kind.

Lingering touches, doting smiles, playing the role of the perfect wife because God help her, she was going to make this work.

And in their desperate attempts to fix a problem neither of them had named, they didn’t notice what was happening right in front of them.

Didn’t notice the way Dick’s eyes always strayed when Dan was in the room, how his voice softened just slightly when they spoke.

Didn’t notice the way Jazz’s breath hitched when Jason laughed, how she leaned in just a little too much when he talked to her.

Didn’t notice that they were both drowning, clinging to each other in a sinking ship, hoping that if they just held on tight enough, they wouldn’t go under.

And it was only a matter of time before the whole thing collapsed.

It all came crashing down over brunch.

Dick had been jittery all morning, bouncing his leg under the table, stirring his coffee five times before taking a sip. Jazz had been the same, shoveling food into her mouth like it might stop her from blurting out something catastrophic.

They were a mess. A mutual, collective disaster.

And then—

"Jazz, I—"

"Dick, I—"

They both stopped, blinking at each other. Jazz swallowed, setting her fork down.

"You first," she said, voice tight.

Dick inhaled sharply. This was it. This was the moment he ruined everything.

"I'm—" He scrubbed a hand through his hair, bracing himself for impact. "I'm in love with someone else."

Silence.

A long, heavy, horrifying silence.

And then—

"Oh thank God," Jazz blurted out, nearly knocking her coffee over.

Dick blinked. "What?"

"I'm in love with someone else too," she said, her shoulders sagging like someone had finally lifted a hundred-pound weight off her back. "Oh my God, Dick, I thought I was the worst person alive, I was so scared to tell you—"

"You were scared?" Dick let out a laugh, giddy with relief. "Jazz, I have been dying inside for months. I was ready to take this to my grave!"

"Me too! I literally almost repressed myself into a coma!"

"Jesus Christ," Dick groaned, pressing his forehead to the table. "I thought I was going to break your heart."

"I thought I was going to break yours!"

They both sat there, laughing, light-headed, free.

A moment passed before Jazz smirked, leaning forward. "So. Who is it?"

Dick hesitated. And then, because there was no point in lying anymore—

"Dan."

Jazz's smirk vanished. Her eyes widened. "Wait—my Dan?"

"Uh." Dick winced. "Yeah?"

She blinked. Then blinked again. Then—

"Oh my God."

"What?"

"Oh my God, how could we not see it before?" she muttered, rubbing her temples.

Dick frowned. "Wait. See what? What does that mean?"

Jazz took a deep breath, and then—

"I'm in love with Jason."

It took a second for that to register.

Then—

"MY Jason?!"

Jazz shrugged, unapologetic. "Apparently."

Dick gawked at her. "No way."

"Yes Way."

"Oh my God."

"Right?!"

For a long, long moment, they just stared at each other.

And then—

They started laughing.

Deep, gut-wrenching, gasping-for-air laughing. The kind that hurt. The kind that felt like they were unraveling years of tension in one go.

"How did we not notice?" Jazz wheezed, wiping tears from her eyes.

"I have no idea!" Dick gasped. "I was so busy feeling guilty, I didn’t even think to ask why you kept getting all weird around Jason!"

"And I was so caught up in my own disaster," Jazz snorted, "I didn’t even see you staring at Dan like he personally invented the concept of breathing!"

They both dissolved into laughter again, until finally, finally, the weight of the past few months lifted completely.

Jazz leaned back in her chair, still chuckling. "So. What do we do now?"

Dick hummed, stretching his arms behind his head. "Well. We could get a divorce."

"Obviously."

"And then we could—y'know. Maybe—try something else?"

Jazz smirked. "Are you asking me if we should ask each other's brothers out?"

Dick grinned. "I mean. I feel like we kinda have to at this point."

Jazz snorted. "God, we are such disasters."

"Yeah," Dick agreed, still grinning.

They clinked their coffee mugs together like it was a toast and for the first time in a while didnt feel the overwhelming weight of lying to your patner.

Somewhat Inspired by EDA's beautiful art, Thank you, @demonic0angel , for being so ridiculously creative and talented that I can’t even sit back and enjoy your work in peace.

No, instead, you had to go and make me feel creative too, and now I have the unbearable urge to post things. I hope you’re proud of yourself.

Green Bean Stream Scene

Yesmar1020

Summary:

Izuku Midoriya's quirk streams the events of his life to Twitch, and he rapidly gains a fanbase from the second the stream started. Yes, this idea is as cracky as it sounds. Yes, expect Poggers to come up every chapter. And dumb memes. Lots of dumb memes. And other things as we begin this journey into Twitch.

Now with a Tv Tropes Page!

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F F/M Multi

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Relationships: Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako Bakugou Mitsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Characters: Midoriya Izuku Midoriya Inko Bakugou Katsuki Takeyama Yuu | Mount Lady Yagi Toshinori | All Might Other Character Tags to Be Added Uraraka Ochako Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko Kayama Nemuri | Midnight Nedzu (My Hero Academia) Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl Toga Himiko Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Class 1-A (My Hero Academia) GLaDOS (Portal)

Additional Tags: Crack Crack Treated Seriously Aged-Up Character(s) U.A. is a University (My Hero Academia) Fluff and Angst Harems Izuku's Quirk is a Twitch Stream Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk Other Additional Tags to Be Added Why Did I Write This? This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things Tall Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko Female Mineta Minoru Female Shouji Mezou Hero Toga Himiko Toga Himiko is Not a Villain Polydoriya - Freeform Tall Uraraka Ochako Tall Usagiyama Rumi Mitsuki Bakugo is not married Female Kirishima Eijirou

Language: English

Stats:Published: 2020-09-03 Updated: 2023-01-22 Words: 42,915 Chapters: 16/? Comments: 1,159 Kudos: 3,566 Bookmarks: 1,107 Hits: 146,133

calling all my marvel fan stays… how many of yall would be interested in a felix/peter parker fic 🫣

this would be my first skz fic, i came up with it as a crackship but it’s actually gaining traction in my brain

here’s what i know so far:

peter grew up in queens but when his parents died he moved in with his aunt may in seoul

so they have moving to korea from an english-speaking place in common and are both fluent in english and korean

they’re both fanboys of each other (peter loves skz and felix is lowkey obsessed with spiderman to the point where the other members tease him about “oh, your boyfriend stopped a robbery yesterday” and shit like that)

when they first meet it kinda goes like “omg you’re felix from stray kids” “omg you’re spiderman” *awkward gay silence* (simultaneously) “CAN I GET A PICTURE”

stay theorizes that han is secretly spiderman and peter finds it very funny

felix once mentioned spiderman in a live and peter (who was watching) almost fell off his ceiling

peter is college aged bc i love college student peter parker so much

i’m thinking the premise starts with something like it’s snowy/slushy and peter saves felix from getting run over by a not paying attention moped (which i understand is pretty common in seoul) and peter gets splashed all over by slush and felix insists on bringing him back to his dorm to dry off so he doesn’t get hypothermia

idk i just love a gay and awkward couple

lmk if you’d be interested and, if so, what tropes/tags/themes/scenarios you’d like to see!! :)

NOW YOURE TALKING!!!

what kind of outfits does he die in? Nice suit? Royal regalia? Maybe he can also have a giant chicken costume, just to be able to pull out. If I were him, after all the existential horror, I would want a giant chicken costume

Danny Phantom idea/thought:

Lots of DP fics operate on the "the clothes you die in are your ghost clothes" idea; it's why Danny's always in his hazmat suit.

But if we combine this with immortal!Danny, specifically the idea that he can die but he always comes back (like in Love, Death and Nightingales by corkinavoid), then Danny could have multiple death outfits.

Cue Danny deliberately dying in cool outfits to unlock a better Ghostly Wardrobe™ (this could be comedy/crack or angst as Danny basically self harms to get the aesthetic).

(LD&N link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60932041 )

Who doesn't enjoy a good chat fic? This is mostly some blurbs for when I hit a roadblock on my WIPs (looking at you Therapy Pig series) in order to avoid the dreaded Total Writer's Block

Will update randomly though I currently have about 4 chapters written out. I'm just giving myself time between posting to make more chapters and work on other WIPs

These assholes have so much unhinged potential if everyone would just stop being COWARDS about it

Edit: Chapters 2 through 8 are posted

Ride or Die and Beyond

Jason Todd, at 15, panicked and tired, didn't know what to make of the situation he was in.

Jason Todd, at 13, was oblivious to his best friend, who was, by all means, just as much of a medical professional as Leslie. That totally wasn't concerning.

Oblivious to how he'd always have a copy of Pride and Prejudice on hand whenever Jason was feeling stressed. Oblivious to dancing shadows and tricks of the light that lead him to hidden clues at crime scenes. But he was aware of the promise to be each other's ride or die when they had to beat up older Gotham Academy students that tried bashing them for not being from rich families.

Jason Todd, at 15, was aware that changed when it was his turn to tend to his friend who got a high fever. He had Alfred rush them to Leslie's and stuck by his side because he knew his friend was afraid of hospitals and needles. He held his friend's hand tight and squeezed to remind him that he was there.

They made jokes about how they couldn't avoid each other even in death. That's when it becomes Ride or Die and Beyond. Then he died. Screaming for his friend and for his dad. Jason Todd, at 15, has never failed to grasp that he couldn't get rid of his friend even if he wanted to. It was fucking annoying... and endearing.

----

Danny Fen Nightingale, at 15, never thought he'd be fighting back an assassin lady with a shovel in front of his best friend's grave. He's been feeling off for months. His grief over his friend felt... wrong? Something was happening. No, something was bound to happen. He couldn't explain it until a green sticky note told him to take a little walk down memory lane within Gotham. He dug up some flowers he was growing and stopped by a tool shop to get a bigger shovel to get the flowers closer to his best friend. As close as they could. But someone beat him there. Someone new? No, he knew this feeling. The unknown, the feeling that someone was watching whenever he visited. He failed to crack her upside the head for attending without flowers. But he felt the shift, somethi- time, time decided to set things right. ---- Talia was caught between a sense of shock and pride that the friend of her beloved's ward nearly got the jump on her. She wouldn't deny that it was within her expectation, though. The boy's steps were so light, she would've been hit if he wielded with less drag, something lighter. With the way the boy dodged and weave from her blows, she was ecstatic to see a dagger in his hands. Is this how the boy felt when he slipped out of here mentioning a 2 for one deal? It was only after her beloved's ward crawled out of his grave that the boy let his guard down so slightly while blocking her off from him. The boy lasted without her training. She was sure he had training of some kind, and yet his form was lax. So nimble, so adaptable.

Of course, she made quick work of the two and covered their tracks before making her escape.

Were her maternal instincts activating again? ----

She wasn't sure how to define her relationship with Danyal. The boy has finally seen the effort to correct her and Damien as pointless after months of being here. Yet, he's displayed a strength she hasn't seen in knocking down her father and dragging him through a brighter glowing Lazarus pit for "paperwork". She may not be sure of what or where her father was, but Danyal has ensured his good health with a devilish grin and that he never laid another hand on him. She was positive he was being tortured in a way the soft-hearted boy deemed fitting. But was he another son? He didn't seem opposed to the idea after her insistence to be trained and grimaced at being in a room with them for too long as he said they stink. He visits 3-4 times a week to ensure her beloved's war- Jason was good in his recovery.

She found herself agreeing with Jason less and less as the boy began turning red after they shared the night he was first back in his right mind crying and holding the other close. But Jason assures her that he's just his best friend... Maybe Danyal couldn't be her son. But he could be her son-in-law.

She wasn't against that.

She also wasn't against the glances she shared more often with Damien as two interacted. They grew closer in discussion of how Danyal fell first, but Jason was falling harder. Then there was this Roy character she's been hearing about more. She couldn't wait to take pleasure in Jason's reaction of his love interests assassinating the so-called Prince of Crime. It warmed her heart that they involved her in strategizing and cleaning up. They also seemed to be reaching a similar affection.

Now she and Damien just need to get Jason to realize he has two boyfriends. Oh, the struggle of motherhood.

Now Playing: II-XV, Preparatory

In which Ahsoka makes a decision, Rex is too trusting, Luke and Leia get up to mischief, and Padmé and Vader argue politics over Zoom, er, holo. Again.

So I am sick and I am in bed just chilling and I just woke up from dreaming. I dreamt that Benedict Cumberbatch Smaug found himself an Indian apothecary. And was all like I’m gonna take it over it I like what they sell. And I’m thinking opioids? Well they aren’t an apothecary they are a candy store like honey dukes in Harry Potter or those old Timey soda shop/ general stores/ pharmacies. So now I just have this picture in my head of Smaug with a horde of candy every color of the rainbow Scrooge McDucking it and he has the biggest silliest grin on his face. I’ll be honest this would make a pretty good crack one shot fanfiction. I guess If anyone writes it tag me please.

a/n – sorry, I’ve been very busy cause I’m going to state for art. i’m waiting on my letterman rn :3

he stared at his screen. what the actual fuck did you send him? his face contorted into something along the lines of disgust as the video went on. the screen was flashing with sparkles, bright pink bows, and images of dictators from WWII. all of this was set to Renai Circulation of all things.

on the other end, you were rolling around your bed and cackling loud enough to break a window. pretty sure you actually did. anyways, as a message from him popped up telling you to kill yourself, you lost it. your fingers made quick work typing a reply.

“whyyyy? :(“

“cause you look like a nazi.”

you could feel his glaring eyes through the phone. his distain towards the video spurred you and your bothersome attitude on. this went on for a while. memes and tiktoks you find in the same sphere blow up his phone. with each one, he found himself falling further and further into existential dread and quietly questioning your whole relationship.

KUNIKIDA, Akutagawa, ANGO, Byakyua, mondo, steve, BILLY, and any other of your mildly annoyed faves

his name was edogawa. and he was a show girl.

but that was 30 years ago when they used to have a show.

now, it's a disco. but not for edogawa.

still, in the dress he used to wear and faded feathers in his hair.

he sits there so refined and drinks himself half blind.

he lost his youth, and he lost his edgar. and he lost his mind.

First Impressions Are Lasting Impressions

author:

Fieryjeanne (Justletmein)

summary:

First impressions are everything. Senku should know as much but when Gen has an accident that causes him amnesia, a few harsh words are all he needs to make them both question what their relationship is supposed to be. This could have been some kind of exploration exercise on how perspective changes based on first impressions… but it ended being the whole Ishigami Village having fun at the expense of their chief.

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