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Me finally sleeping after days of insomnia. My cute dog cuddling on top of me.

Alarm goes off.

The both of us: devisated and crying.

Anyway how’s your day going?

I’ve been summoned!!!

Lol I don’t even remember what I was looking for but I love this!!! Thanks for the @ !!!! Time for me to look at all my old posts lol

Submitted Prompts #44

The JLD + Batfam are trying to summon the new King of the Dead for whatever reason, but are having a bit of trouble figuring out one of the key components which is loosely translated as ‘blood of a half-dead’.

Jason decides to throw in his own blood as a joke, only for it to actually work, and the aforementioned King appears from the ensuing column of Lazarus-green fire in all his Dracula-esque glory.

When the JLD ask him for whatever they summoned him for, he asks for Jason in return, naturally they’re all like “Hell naw!” except for Damian, who’s more like “Sounds like a fair trade to me.” to which the King’s like “SOLD! To the young boy with too much hair gel! No refunds!” and portals Jason to the Realm of the Dead, where he is greeted by a very exasperated teenager who sardonically welcomes him to the ‘Forcefully Adopted by the Most Powerful Fruitloop in the Infinite Realms’ Club.

Are … are you saying the kryptonians dug to deep XD

Ok i got a idea that's a tad strange so i remember someone game a prompt that was based of a horror thing basically giant danny and a alien species mines into him

But my prompt is slightly different so

Danny as ancient of space falls asleep for ages and ages so his core forms a protective area round him which attracts space dust (i go no clue) basically a planet forms around him the reason it explodes is danny starts waking up

The reason kryptonians are so powerful? The species evolved on the master of space they absorbed minor bits of his power

After danny discovered he had alien life growing on him he went into abit of a depressive episode he bounced back after hearing superman was from krypton

This is the prompt you were referencing!

wait... Jor-El studies the mining of Krypton's core. That's how he figures out how Krypton is gonna explode. he realizes that there's a whole ass guy in the center of Krypton and the drilling is waking him up.

Kon would so try to anyway!

My date mate is literally allergic to cinnamon and always attempts to kiss me me anyway XD

It starts with the usual 'Justice League has to summon the Ghost King to battle a world-ending threat.' Stick. They decided to do it in the Fortress of Solitude, which took some time to convince Clark to do, but it was the only place that had the possibility to hold the Ghost King if he went off the rocks, especially with all the added protection John did.

So, most of the Justice Leaguers and their sidekicks stood on the outskirts of the giant summoning circle and watched as it glowed a bright luminescent green, and the middle of the circle disappeared, replaced by a hole that, from Superman's place as he hovered a few feet above the ground, looked like a never-ending waterfall of green liquid.

A few minutes passed as everyone held their breath before the waterfall started moving up. Like a volcano, the luminescent liquid shot up and hit the ceiling, falling into drops around everyone. From the water, a shadowy figure appeared, giant and making the water glow brighter with their presence.

For a few seconds after the glowing fountain continued erupting until stopping suddenly and falling back into the hole, a giant eldritch figure revealed as the hole closed up under it.

It looked sort of humanoid, but the most eye-catching thing was its skin. It looked like the galaxy—stars and constellations, planets, and meteors—the being looked like it was made from the galaxy. The stars and planets spun across its skin? And atop his head were wispy white locks, not held down by gravity and flowing with the air in the confined space. On his back was a long cape that reached the floor, and he (it? She? Did gods have a gender, because this being looked more like a god than Zeus did) bent his legs at an angle to not bump his head against the ice roof.

Everyone watched with bated breath as the king, the being, the god reached inside his cape and seemingly grabbed something, coming out with a clenched fist and slowly moving it towards the youngest Robin, the child. Batman barely had any time to swoop in front of his son when the eldritch being opened his hand, and right there, in his palm.

A lollipop.

A green crystal lollipop that made superman fall from his place in the sky and Jon back away from his friend with a pained expression.

The ghost king just gave robin a freaking kryptonite lollipop.

Meanwhile, danny is just wondering why the child touched by death won't take the treat.

Do it!!!! I believe in you !!! Go for it !!!!

Danny tucker and sam are board in their new Gotham apartment so with nothing to do they deside the most logical course of action

They reenacted the song say my name from beetlejuice the musical now they didn't really mean any harm just casual theatre teen fun

Too bad the bats only see a girl about to jump and 3 spectres offering help (one possibly a demon trying to get the girl to invoke his name 3 times)

Balin: So this is how the great king Thandruil acts in defeat? Disgraceful. Even in exile, my nephew is more honorable than you. Thanks again for the tea. It was delicious. [Balin and Thorin leave]

Thorin: Did you really mean that uncle?

Balin: Of course I told you ginseng tea is my favorite.

*note: I was originally going to do this between Thorin and fili but I honestly can’t imagine Thorin being as calm as Iroh

*sister sons or nephew?

Obviously this is about Damian but look at me and tell me sleep deprived Tim wouldnt shove the lollipop into his mouth crutch it up and dry swallow in panic …. Which leads Danny to give him another lollipop!

It starts with the usual 'Justice League has to summon the Ghost King to battle a world-ending threat.' Stick. They decided to do it in the Fortress of Solitude, which took some time to convince Clark to do, but it was the only place that had the possibility to hold the Ghost King if he went off the rocks, especially with all the added protection John did.

So, most of the Justice Leaguers and their sidekicks stood on the outskirts of the giant summoning circle and watched as it glowed a bright luminescent green, and the middle of the circle disappeared, replaced by a hole that, from Superman's place as he hovered a few feet above the ground, looked like a never-ending waterfall of green liquid.

A few minutes passed as everyone held their breath before the waterfall started moving up. Like a volcano, the luminescent liquid shot up and hit the ceiling, falling into drops around everyone. From the water, a shadowy figure appeared, giant and making the water glow brighter with their presence.

For a few seconds after the glowing fountain continued erupting until stopping suddenly and falling back into the hole, a giant eldritch figure revealed as the hole closed up under it.

It looked sort of humanoid, but the most eye-catching thing was its skin. It looked like the galaxy—stars and constellations, planets, and meteors—the being looked like it was made from the galaxy. The stars and planets spun across its skin? And atop his head were wispy white locks, not held down by gravity and flowing with the air in the confined space. On his back was a long cape that reached the floor, and he (it? She? Did gods have a gender, because this being looked more like a god than Zeus did) bent his legs at an angle to not bump his head against the ice roof.

Everyone watched with bated breath as the king, the being, the god reached inside his cape and seemingly grabbed something, coming out with a clenched fist and slowly moving it towards the youngest Robin, the child. Batman barely had any time to swoop in front of his son when the eldritch being opened his hand, and right there, in his palm.

A lollipop.

A green crystal lollipop that made superman fall from his place in the sky and Jon back away from his friend with a pained expression.

The ghost king just gave robin a freaking kryptonite lollipop.

Meanwhile, danny is just wondering why the child touched by death won't take the treat.

Cap: That’s because I wasn’t always

JL: what?

Cap: I wasn’t always a hero, to be honest I never wanted to be

WW: (nodding in tandem) true the role of Champion of Magic is not one in the same with being a hero

Cap: oh no I never wanted to be the champion of Magic ether

<cue horrible misunderstandings >

Just thinking about how important it is to Billy that Captain Marvel is the perfect hero.

For one thing, he wears his dad’s face when he fights crime, so he wants to respect him, even in death. Seeing his face in front of a news segment bad mouthing him would make him heartbroken.

And then there’s just Billy’s thoughts on what a hero should be. They should be kind, knowledgeable, selfless, powerful, etc, etc. He wants people to feel hope when they look at Cap. He wants them to feel like everything is going to be okay. He wants to be the hero he never had.

This stays the same even after he joins the League. A part of him thinks he can relax a bit now. He’s been seen by others like him, who say that he is exactly the kind of hero they want on their team. He sees other heroes, like Green Arrow and Flash, and how they feel comfortable joking around and laying back during meetings and monitor duty.

So he loosens up, just a bit. Loosens his shoulders and his smile. Lets other emotions morph onto his face. He feels bad for doing it. It makes Cap less…ideal. But they seem to like it when he talks to them more.

Still, he can’t help but feel like he’s letting everyone down. Like he’s not good enough. Not when he’s Cap, but when he’s Billy. He studies himself whenever he sees Cap on screen, writing in his head, every time he takes a hit a little too much. Every time he isn’t quick enough despite having god-like speed. Every time he makes a mistake. He has to rectify it. He has to.

What will everyone think? If the Champion of Magic can’t be the perfect diplomat, then what good is he?

Meanwhile, the Justice League is repeatedly in awe of their fellow hero. He can rally people together for the common good. Inspire hope. He has the trust of the Big Three, and two of them even call him their brother.

He’s a mediator. Whenever he’s around, he’s able to quell any of the arguments that go on during meetings. He provides a new perspective regarding magic, making the non-magic based heroes understand it more.

He’s like a comic book hero come to life. Always glowing, even in the midst of battle. There’s an aura about him, where you can’t help but put all of your trust in him. He has this big smile that immediately makes them trust him. You can always find him having heart to heart one on ones with just about any hero.

Not to mention, he so dang good with their sidekicks! They actually listen to and respect him, which is already asking for a lot.

They ask him how he does it, and he just says he gets it. Feeling like you’re never good enough. Like you aren’t seen for who you are. Like everything you do is meaningless when people keep ignoring you.

The League is flabbergasted, because how could anyone look at Cap and NOT see the perfect hero?

Flash was buzzing around like a social butterfly. Handing out drinks and talking with everyone he saw, it was time for another ‘Woohoo no one died party’. He saved Hal for last crashing into him on the sofa, next to their newest league member.

It had been awkward at first trying to navigate topics of discussion with Phantom. It was unclear exactly what was and wasn’t okay to ask a ghost. And wow ghosts one they could actually see unlike Boston … it really made Barry think about life more huh.

Hal raised a cup to Phantom again who was beginning to look out out, “Come on Phantom! This is a party! No one’s gonna get in your case for drinking! Even if you do look like a kid squirt!”

“Can’t”

“Aww come on!”

“Can’t”

“Please”

“Nope”

“Just one!”

“Can’t”

“Why noooootttt?”

Barry winced he understood what Hal was doing but pestering someone to drink was like wrong and annoying. Some people just didn’t drink, maybe it had something to do with ghost biology??? “Hal maybe you should-“

“Drinking is bad for the baby.”

Everything stopped. Absolutely everything. You could hear a pin drop.

“Whoa what did you just say.”

“Drinking is badly for the baby.”

“What baby??”

Phantom swirled to actually look at Green lantern, eyebrow raised.

“My baby? I’m pregnant…”

Chaos utter chaos

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DC/DP Crossover Idea #35

Danny manages to convince the Justice League that he’s just a hundreds of years old being that’s stuck with a baby face, which leads to him being able to do dangerous missions and other things that he wouldn’t have been able to do if they knew his actual age.

However he has do deal adult things like them wanting to consume alcohol and Danny’s fine with a lot of things, fighting in near death situations? Sure why not. But underage drinking? No, Jazz raised him better than that.

So now Danny has to think of why he doesn’t do certain things that your average hundreds of years old being would do, like drinking apparently.

He manages to absolutely fuck himself over when his mind completely blanks and Danny straight up says he’s pregnant.

Victorian Sensibility #2

Elrond doesn’t tell Lindir to change - why should he? This is fine, and ethier way Lindir should be able to wear whatever he wants.

Even if other elves are staring at Lindir the same way he is.

It made him feel red and ends with him glaring down any would be sutors- gods he was acting like a child. He knew that, he didn’t need Erestor to nod dissapovingly at him like that!

As soon as everyone was out of earshot Erestor glanced over at Elrond, “You know this really isn’t fair to Lindir.”

The bottom of his stomach dropped.