Lol

Dad for One from One for All's perspective as an incredibly distressed ghost

Bonus:

@ghost-postables it’s for you

I don’t know if you’ll read this but Thank you for answering my question and I did not break into her head I just liked the little details you put into the NPC/egg pie cookie and I am a pure vanilla fan so I took notice.

ps keep up the hard work your doing great

I want to ask if it possible that egg-pie cookie/NPC is In anyway related to pure vanilla cookies they look similar like a possible distinct ancestor like a great aunt or something they share the same hair color and have similar style the only glaring difference being the eyes.

I think it would be a fun idea that maybe they could be related and future shadow milk won’t find out about it for like a super long time and just chuck up their similarities to coincidence And be shocked later on when they see pure vanilla family tree and see her on it as they have very different personality and shadow milk questioning how he can possible related to her

I think is a funny idea

PS I love you art it super cute and funny keep up the great work :)

Okay first of all-☝️(- - when did you break in to my headspace-( °-°)

Okay for my answer: yeah your not far of with ur guess actually- it was actually pretty close,

She's more of like a really faaar distant relative of PV (how I'll manage to bring it up tho in the story tho will depend if I manage to reach that part :v, but I do have a plan for that in mind ᐕ)

as for the second part: I'm not gonna say anything so far, but thats an interesting guess haha ^▽^)

This I need more please

happy valentines' day to them

a short comic

Just a place to put random facts on

No need to participate if you don’t want to just scroll on by you didn’t see anything there both here to see

Here a fact I learned did you know you can stop you hiccups by telling yourself that you not a fish

Just a interesting fact I don’t know how it work it just dose

Tell a friend or use it yourself next time you get hiccups

Have a nice day

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May joker !!!NOT!!! Rest In Peace

And yes he had this coming

And good job Danny

And lol Danny is about to be stalked by bats and birds

Part 1

Before Danny met any Bats or Wayne’s

Danny walking the Gotham streets: “hmm, my sense are tingling” turn’s around to slap something only to see nothing and walks away.

Joker, who was behind Danny, about to kidnap Danny cartoon style only to be slapped on to oncoming traffic by the Dick Grayson look alike: “uh oh”

Random TikTok user on live about to do a face reveal only to see his comment section going wild to look behind him: “huh” looks behind him and sees the joker get slapped into oncoming traffic. “Oh- realization -OH MY GOD!!!”

Random TikTok user goes over to the Joker and starts checking his breathing: “oh my god ohmygod!!! THE JOKER IS DEAD!!!!

Meanwhile at Wayne Manor:

This just hurts :,(

Al Ghul twin ramblings

Something really interesting about the dpxdc crossovers that have Danny and Damian as twins that I've never seen anyone talk about is the bit of mirroring imagery going on there.

Like, Danny is literally everything that the Wayne family, consciously or unconsciously, would give Damian grief for not being.

He's better socialized, easy to get along with, has the snappy banter and peppy attitude Robin was known for as well as a quick wit that helps him figure out clever ways to deal with difficult situations.

Damian has better training and the attitude rich socialites would expect from a child of a wealthy family, but he's not going to be able to fake the ease and friendliness of his predecessors for a long time, if ever. He's certainly made Robin his own, but he's never going to match up to the picture everyone has in their head of what Robin is supposed to be like.

Does Damian ever think about this? How, if their positions were swapped and Danny had been sent to their Father and he had been cast out to the Fentons, Danny might have taken to the mantle of Robin so much easier than he had?

and if that's true, could Damian say the same? Would he have been able to protect Amity Park while balancing school and a social life, all while keeping himself in check and only using non-lethal force?

Would he have even made it that far, or would he have run away at the first opportunity?

Would he have even been able to survive the accident Danny went through, or would he have burned to a crisp instead?

Idea prompt 12- A midsummer night's longing.

(Based kinda off the project bud by @luvielolol. Go check it out!)

(Honestly- I don't know if this more prompt or story blurb, lol.)

It was largely understood. Faerie cookies were created to be the right hands and servents of the virtues. Of course, not all Faerie cookie were this way, but that was their choice and shadow milk would be a fool to begrude them.

Afterall, a number of them when to seek themselves and that was knowledge on its own. Part of him almost wanted to join a few of them- wanting to see their growth, their change and watch them shift and change and-

Shadow Milk shook his head, "Ah- I shall have to put that off, the festivial is important." Part of him looked forward to the festivial- the other half hated having to attend.

The Joy on cookies face was a delight, but dealing with the formalities? The planning? The worshipping? Shadow Milk would rather not.

He had very little problems with planning- infact planning quite often a mental test he quite enjoyed, but the more... formal aspects he could do without.

But of those formalities, their was only one he truly enjoyed. Performed by the very faeries who served under him.

The Faerie Soiree.

A celebration in the form of dnace. A colorful, beautiful enchanting dance. A glorious movement of storytelling, of speaking in beautiful riddles and twisting truths.

Of all things; Shadow Milk loved the Soiree.

Althought he hated the aftermath.

The Soiree had been almost the same as last years which was.. dissappointing at first. But- It was different.

He couldn't stop his eyes the moment he spotted the blonde dancer with closed eyes.

The blonde hair had been what first caught his attention. Faeries didn't typically have blonde hair- in fact he has never seen a Faerie with blonde hair until now.

Yet after a moment after he had quickly noted the lack of Faerie wings. Just considering that fact the blonde Faerie was more then likely only half-Faerie. Which although uncommon, wasn't impossible. Just an oddity.

Yet he couldn't keep his eyes off that dancing Faerie.

He couldn't tell the direct gender of that Faerie- if they had one. They looked danity, each step was in tune with the rest- but yet mixed with a slow movement at the same time. Mere half seconds off, they adjusted well to the rest but they still moved slow.

A delicate step forward in line, the moving green silk ribbion ends flowing their moves as they enter a twirl and as they come back to face the audience- shadow milk can feel his breath being stolen.

Unfocused but so very gorgorous eyes. His right glittering like the sun had given part of itself to shine in eye, his blue like the soft tides of the ocean as they crashed softly against a beaches shore.

His mind as so stuck on this- Witches he doesn't have the correct word for them.

The green long loose sleeves that lose green ribbons were held onto were like dancing willow leaves. The white under shirt and dancing trousers- not even mentioning the twisting jewelry of white vines on the green robe- only made them seem to glow.

They weren't even one of the main dancers- merely a backup. Yet, he was unknowling stealing the show and planting them at shadow milk front thoughts.

"Them," He mindessly says to his nearby attendent, "I want Them."

Its after a moment before he spots the Faerie look upon blonde dancer and then bow with a tone of hestiantance speaks, "It shall be done by lord."

He silently mourned the loss of the blonde dancer upon the end, before remembering what he had mindlessly spoken and felt conflicted.

The Aftermath of the Soiree typically ended in one of two ways. Either a Faerie would be picked from the performers over the course of the festivial by himself or one of the other beasts or none would be picked.

The picked Faerie would end up on of three ways; Typically only the first two had happened, the third had yet to be used.

The first would be spending the night as a, in better words, bedpartner. The second, would be as a compainion, to simply be there for comfort or as a call upon for things of other natures.

The third was for a lifetime partnership. For the Faerie to be seen as a true partner and to be wedded to that virtue.

He understood for Faeries it meant quite a bit for their social standing yet he never quite felt comfortable with just picking a Faerie as a partner- muchless a bedpartner! In fact this was the first time he ever picked a Faerie from the festivial!

Throughout his time waiting, he was a mix of impatient, eager and apprehensive. Just what- or rather who was this blonde half-Faerie who had taken over his mind.

His mind was interuptted with a knock at the door, his festival attentent bows to him, "My lord, the... Faerie has arrived." He notes the hestiance at the word Faerie- only more evidence to his half-Faerie theory then.

Witches, Faerie cookies are so prickly at times with their own kind. Some cookie doesn't act a certain way? Outcasted. Isn't good at what are considered standard Faerie skills? Mistreated. Not completely Faerie- or not even raised in their general culture?

Well. Almost always they never go into Faerie society and if they do, they typically leave it.

His eyes linger on the blonde with closed eyes as they enter the room and bow to him, "Greetings, my lord." Gentle, yet warm. Quiet, yet can easily fill a room.

Something in his mouth is dry as he looks upon the new outfit the other was in. He wore a similar outfit to the one on stage. The same white pants and undershirt, but with a green leaf like top with wrapping vines around his wait and those leaf overtop sleeves meeting right at the edge of his long white sleeves. There seemed to be an odd live yellow flower with a- is that an eye thats blinking?

He chuckle aloud, this halfling just gets more and more interesting.

He waves his hand to his attentant, "Leave us, I call if needed."

The Faerie nods- but he notices they look they give the blonde Faerie. He can't stop the frown that forms on his face at that action. He turns back to the still bowing Blonde. He motions for them to rise- but they don't seem to immediately act. Shadow milk is a bit confused before he speaks, "Rise please, and take a seat on the chair to the next of me."

The other raises without question and slowly making their way to the chair- he notes closed eyes and the blinking flower, but also the way the other feels the room as they walk to the seat. As they take their seat, they sit, hands in their lap, looking the picture of manners.

He offers a tea cup to them, "I am quite curious about you, would you answer my questions, perhaps?" After a good moment the other takes the tea cup and takes a small hestiant sip- no, not quite hestiant. Cautious.

The other speaks in that soft, yet ringing tone, "I am Pure Vanilla Cookie, My lord. It would be an honor to answer your questions."

Pure Vanilla Cookie, he thinks with a smile, what a lovely name. Flows right off the tounge. He hums, "Well then, my dear, I hope you are perpared, I am quite the curious one."

Pure Vanilla, he thinks in the aftermath of the festivial, is a spirited, knowledgable, kind and lovely cookie.

He comes from a small farming village as a sherpard. He was taken in a baby by a sherpard named Brown sugar cookie. He learned he was good with healing magic at an early age when he healed one of the herd. He loved reading, although he struggles to read most things with his poor eyesight. His blinking flower was something he funneled magic into to be able to see temporarily. When one of the younger cookies of the festivial bumped into him, he immeditaly made sure they were okay- healing their scraps as he did.

Yet, he was distant, he was hestiant and he was careful. Perhaps he held an ex-lover? Or even with an even higher likelihood the other Faeries were giving him problems. He even confirmed the pure vanilla was half Faerie as he thought.

Yet as twirls the green flower in his hand that pure vanilla had caught during the festivals flower throwing. He can't help his mind.

Pure vanilla, he thinks.

I want him to be mine.

Why in the world are all of the most interesting things in the text box comments and not revolved HELLO PEOPLE WE NEED THIS REBLOGGED MORE SO SOMEONE WILL CAVE AND WRITE US A FIC ON THIS PLEASE

But no seriously we need more please Reblog this or just write us a fic please I need more

Apparently The riddler has crazy distant family. Batman did not know that yet.

It was during on of Riddler's infamous hide and seek with his all his ? Trophiess hiding in odd places in gotham, each having a piece of the code and the whereabouts of riddler and the hostages that will harm in 2 hours if batman and the batfam didn't find them all.

Only half way through the hunt, Riddler's announcement was interrupted.

"Oh second cousin twice removed Eddd!!! We respecting your privacy by delining to the family reunion letter we sented you but asserting my role as the older second cousin and bringing you to the reunion anyways!" Said a loud voice and the sound of some statics sounds and the multiples of female and males voices.

"-'m in the middle of something importan-."

"Nonsense, Dad made two containers Extra fudge swirl with almonds with the edible white chocolate ?s that you like, you're coming with us or not?" Said a bargaining male voice..

.....

.....

"...Fine, Danny but I want 4 more containers. Batman, I'ma take a rain check, the hostages are in Gotham Cathedral, hanging about with a timer attached to to the top of them." Riddler's voice sighed as the video cut off.

...

"Did you know he has a distant cousin, batman..?" Tim said a bit concerned by the lack of response, after they has check Riddler's hideout and there was no way of getting in without disactivating the traps set for them..

The cashier had to double check if they were seeing this right or if their mind was playing tricks on them

chilling at a cafe to collect each other’s collaboration decor

inspired by this: https://x.com/gingerbrave_dev/status/1890229623260344442?s=46&t=CAWzGYhS1U3vGvlOYk8tmg