Wow That’s Like Fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥 Straight Up Gas Damn, I Wanna Eat It

So real, my dad will be like, “Beebie what’s wrong why aren’t you talking?” That’s cause I gave up lil bro 💀 I’m gonna walk away now cause this isn’t a conversation. This is you yelling at me, and interrupting everything I’m trying to say when you literally asked me to speak five seconds ago

I don’t know what to answer cause my name is NOT gender neutral like at all. If a guy were to have my name people would stare at him weirdly.

Long story short tho I was named after a male stripper doing a drag performance.

YES MINION YES FEED THE WORMS IN MY BRAIN 📚🐛🐛🐛

Sorry, Rich Boy

If there was anything Danny hated more than anything, it was doing what Vlad wanted him to do. Especially when he'd done it thinking it was against the fruitloop's wishes and the man gave him that smirk that tells him Danny had played right into the fuckers hands.

So Danny had gotten good at sniffing out a scheme. And, honestly, he didn't need to do much sniffing here.

Vlad had invited him as a plus one to a Wayne (Yes, that Wayne. Brucie Goddamn Wayne.) Gala, meant to take place only a few days from now. Vlad must have suspected Danny would never agree, would have thought it was another attempt for Danny's loyalty where none of his friends could help. Unfortunately for Vlad, Danny was a spiteful fuck and he wouldn't let Vlad go to a Gala full of rich fools alone. Not when Vlad had previously admitted to how he'd gotten his fortune in the first place.

So, there Danny was, keeping an eye on Vlad. At a Wayne Gala. In Gotham, New Jersey. Fuck his half-life.

It was a horrible idea, really. The suit is stuffy, the room is stuffy, and the people are fucking stuffy. He hangs around the food for the most part, only because Vlad keeps coming back to it which makes keeping an eye on the guy somewhat easier. He admits coming was a good idea only when he sees Vlad making buddies with the Wayne troop themselves and that smirk is on his face. Well, fuck that.

He catalogs the group; not including Bruce Wayne there is a scowling child (immediately off the table, he’s not some fucko like Vlad okay), two teenage boys (one of them black and built like a small brick wall. The other a white boy, scrawny as hell, and looking a breeze away from passing out), two teenage girls (one a peppy blonde and the other a ravenette, off to the side laughing together), and a man (big).

Overall, if he had to pick who to go after to cause the most fuss, it’d be the kid. However, he has morals, so he sets his sights on the skinny white boy instead. He’s skinny, obviously, but upon a closer look has some muscle on him that makes Danny less guilty for his choice. Sorry, rich boy, but Danny has a godfather to piss off.

He sets down his drink, walks over, and decks the poor boy in the face. The look of horror on Vlad's face is well worth the absolute confusion coating the entire group.

And, just for the cherry on top, he turns to Brucie Wayne and the fruitloop, "Your Gala sucks and so does your city. Fuck this place, never bring me here ever again Vlad."

I feel like to become an adult ghost you should be dead for however long your species average life span is yk?

Like if you’re the only one, one of few, or a sub species you can get grouped with the closest relative

Idk man I’m tired gn

this whole mutual thing is overhyped on this site. want to send me an ask off anon? do it. want to tag me in a post? do it. follower, mutual, or just random person who stumbled across my blog: I crave interaction and literally do not mind.

The way my heart would break into a billion little pieces 😭😭😭😭 please my pookies just be together 😢

Fic prompt #8

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Phantom and Red Robin hook up after a mission and are now friends with benefits

Phantom is happy with this arrangement, he had been in a few relationships before and well it was still friends with all of his ex, he couldn’t help but feel a little awkward when they were alone together. So while he wasn’t contrary to a serious relationship with Red Robin, he made sure to keep a safe distance between them so not to complicate things

Red Robin instead was getting more and more frustrated. He had begun this relationship, as some sort of honey trap. He should have seduced Phantom so to make him spill all the information about the Infinite Realms, the Lazarus pit and the new High King, and instead he was the one being seduced.

He couldn’t help it!! Phantom was beautiful with white glow hair that seemed to not be influenced by the gravity, green eyes that seemed to watch his very soul and the fang! …

He was doomed from the beginning and worst of all he could tell the feeling wasn’t reciprocated…

Danny was very happy with his new friend ( ◠‿◠ )

I really hate the whole “sell your first born to a demon” thing because why are you implying that a whole person is your property???

Like does this mean I can look at some rando and go “yeah I’m selling them for good fortune” and the demon will just go with it?!?!

Why sacrifice some random person to summon a demon but then sell your first born to said demon after? Keep the baby and sell a different rando.

I’m mostly concerned about those two aspects. There’s just so many holes in the plot.

Did someone just steal a rando for the summoning and then they didn’t have a spare ready for the price? Then last minute they think “ah yes I’ll just sell my first born that I haven’t had yet! Huzzah I’m a genius >:)” or what??

But still with that logic they could say their worst enemies name and the demon could be like “I got you” what??

I don’t get it. Someone fix this. Explain. Anything. Why is this a thing?

I want a FULL FIC GIMMIE A SERIES 2 BILLION WORDS. Pleasseeeeeeeee it’s so fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥

wanna know what I want.

I want a DeadTired Stardew Valley AU

Like no really.

Tim is tired (tired of being a co-CEO that EVERYONE goes to so they don't got to deal with 'Brucie Wayne', living off energy drinks, coffee and spite, dealing with Ra's 'testing' him every other week, etc) and maybe on the fence with the Batfam (maybe even his friends too, like maybe he got into a fight with Cassie during a mission and she blurted out about him trying to clone Kon (and if I remember fight he tired with Bart like once?) and that opened a can of worms where his friends 'need space' and think things over or something)

Anyways I want Tim to finally have enough, maybe dig in some old family deeds/files or something and finds a old farm land/house his family still owned.

He decides to use it, if anything to just get away for a while and just think about what he actually wants to do with his life.

He gets to the town, it's small and hardly any tech is used and finds the old farm house. It's not much but it'll work.

Meanwhile.

Danny has to leave Amity, things have gone from okay to bad and it's all Vlads fault. The jerk decided to fight him in the middle of the night and Danny got caught changing back, and so very tired from the fight, by his parents and he freaked out and ranaway.

Well flew away.

Danny decides in his panic to take a page out of his Aunt Alicia's book and go off the grid to a near isolated and small town.

Our two boys meet and maybe eventually fall in love.

The reason Tim’s shaking is because he’s worried about how much all those dates are gonna cost 🤭🤭🤭 he’s gonna be bankrupt by the end of it

Wip Wednesday?

Phantom floated lazily in a half-circle above them, legs crossed midair, arms tucked behind his head, that too-wide grin stretched across his face like a mask stitched on with mirth and menace.

“Let’s make a deal, Birdy.”

He spun slowly in place, green eyes glowing like dying stars.

“One date for every pitt I take out. I’ll start with the first one as a sign of grace.”

Somewhere in the mountains of Nanda Parbat, a pool began to bubble. Tim didn’t see it, but he felt it. The room chilled. Something ancient cracked apart. The scanners in Barbara computer rang in alarm.

The pit evaporated.

Not drained. Not destroyed. Undone.

Tim’s throat clicked as he swallowed.

Phantom pointed a glowing finger. “That one’s on me. Next ones are on you. Just say when.”

The second pit started to boil.

Jason surged forward, a hand out. “Stop—”

Phantom’s eyes didn’t leave Tim's.

Tim's eyes never left Phantom's

A third pit broke into steam and green fire.

The fourth trembled before erupting, sending up a column of ghostlight and screams. Somewhere distant, Ra’s al Ghul howled.

Phantom’s grin only widened.

Tim exhaled slowly, like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. His fingers curled into the chair arms.

Phantom floated closer. “Those were the ones you knew about.” His voice dropped into something deeper, more ancient. “Want me to handle the ones you didn’t?”

Tim’s mouth was dry. “How many?”

Phantom hovered until they were nose to nose. His voice was velvet, soft as snowfall:

“A lot.”

And then he leaned back again with a chuckle, twirling mid-air. “But don’t worry—I’ll only show you the ones I’m destroying. You just tell me when to stop.”

Tim stared at him, jaw tense. He could feel Barbara's eyes flick between them like a tennis match of insanity. Jason's fists clenched at his sides.

Tim breathed in deep, exhaled once. “...Keep going.”

Screens flickered to life on their own. Oracle’s setup surged with static and data feeds—grainy, spectral images of Lazarus Pits failing, collapsing, boiling away into nothing. Groups of twenty. Then forty. Then eighty.

The room filled with the low thrumming of eldritch static and the faraway screams of something ancient dying.

By the time number (xxx) imploded in a burst of unnatural light, Tim raised a shaking hand.

“Stop.”

Phantom halted mid-spin, upside down, and beamed. “Pleasure doing business with you, Birdy.”