3/?
C1 (and prompt) / C2 / C3 / C4
Duke’s no visual artist.
He’s a writer, first and foremost, and knows how to weave words into tapestries of literature even though when he speaks, he fumbles as hard as any other teenager. He’s got about seven different documents scattered across three different devices crammed full of quotes that he doesn’t have a use for but wants to, and that’s probably the best metaphor for his day-to-day life that he can come up with.
So, yeah, definitely not a visual artist, unless one can call his half-decent handwriting ‘art.’ Since gaining his powers, though, he’s had to train the skillset to the best of his ability, because otherwise it’s impossible to always convey exactly what he sees in the world.
Shrimp colours? Yeah, they’re funky things. (And technically not shrimp colours, according to Tim, but Duke refuses to call them anything else). Skin stripes? Complete bullshit, thanks for nothing internet.
Okay– not the point.
4/?
C1 (and prompt) / C2 / C3 / C4
She should really be used to being alone by now.
When she’d finally been settled enough in her own skin, the first thing she’d wanted to do was fly far, far away from Amity, explore the world that she’s just been given the opportunity to experience. She was twelve, simultaneously in weeks and months, and the thought of being tied to a person or place made her skin crawl and bile threaten to spill from her throat.
It’d been good, too, is the thing. Nothing was stopping her from being who she wants to be, and there was no need to look over her shoulder. It was interesting, and it was exhilarating.
Ellie spins on her heel just to feel the pressure, and restarts her circuit of the hallway.
2/?
C1 (and prompt) / C2 / C3 / C4
It is extremely rare in Wayne manor that someone is completely awake at breakfast. Half the time, Bruce doesn’t even show up until the rest of the house’s residents have gone off to do something else.
Duke is picking at his eggs instead of, y’know, actually eating them, and is focusing extremely hard on not focusing his vision to the point of seeing bacteria that he frankly doesn’t need to be thinking about for anything except an extremely specific kind of case.
Somehow, Damian manages to maintain his proper posture, the only indication of his exhaustion being the occasional slow blink.
They’ve both got their phones on the table, observing and not responding as Steph and Tim lose their singular shared braincell over the fact that it’s not projected to rain at all today. The level of energy involved in the conversation suggests that neither of them have actually gone to bed yet.
Danny's found a way to dodge GIW trackers, as well as his parents.
Their equipment hunts ghosts, ghosts run on emotion; so as long as he keeps his under a tight lid and doesn't feel anything ever, they won't be able to track him.
It works!
He's able to run from them, and goes as far as New Jersey. The plan was to stow away on a ship, and go to literally any country that wasn't America. He goes to Gotham, which hosts the one harbor he knows where no one will ask any questions.
But because of how weird he acted (completely emotionless during a Joker attack), he was fingered by police immediately.
He's handed over to CPP. CPP doesn't know what to do with a teen literally so traumatized that they don't show any emotion at all, ever. He keeps just...walking out of his placements. Just leaves without a sound.
Luckily, he's always caught, due to those placement houses having quiet alarms and him refusing to run.
They call the one foster parent they know who does.
Bruce Wayne takes in the strange, nameless kid who refuses to talk.
On paper, they gave him the filler name of 'John Doe', for lack of anything better to do.
Bruce does everything he can to make the newest arrival feel at home. Damian, for as territorial as he is, actually breaks out of his shell sooner than expected just to try to get the new kid to speak. To emote. To do something. Duke tries the open approach, then tries the 'no one will ever know, everyone thinks I'm an innocent goody-two-shoes' approach. Nada.
Tim even tries to trick him into talking, but nothing works.
Enter Dick; Dick heard about Bruce's new ward, about the situation, and decided to see if he could get the kid to open up.
Danny though. Danny's in trouble.
The Wayne Manor is weirdly secure, and he can't just walk away like he did his other placements. He can't use ghost powers or the GIW and his parents will immediately know where he is.
He really, really wants to take Bruce up on his offer and just spend the day relaxing. Respond to Damian's attempts to provoke him. Overshare about space facts with Tim.
But most of all, he really, desperately wants to get in a Pun Competition with Dick. He wants to laugh at Dick's jokes, and learn coolass gymnastic tricks!
But he can't!
If he relaxes with Bruce, he'll be content, which is an emotion. If he argues with Damian, he'll get annoyed, which is an emotion. If he sneaks out with Duke and breaks the rules, he'll get happy, which, again, emotion. If he overshares with Tim, he'll get excited, which is, yet again, an emotion!
The worst sin of all, he can't even show proper appreciation of the food the Butler keeps making him!
And now there's even more people coming over!
There's a quiet girl who keeps reading his body language and trying to get him to dance ballet, a blonde girl who keeps trying to kidnap him to take him to BatBurger, a guy with a stripe of white who wants to take him to a shooting range, and it just...he really, really wants to!
He wants to do all these cool things with them!
But he fucking can't!
The entire family is worried about Danny, he can tell. They are so kind, and so worried. It's like being surrounded by different versions of his sister. And even thinking of the fact that he had to leave her behind to escape their parents almost blows the lid off his carefully contained emotions. He wants to badly to accept the kindness they are offering, but he can't.
He's sitting silently in the dining room picking at the amazing food Alfred made. He can't eat it like he wants to, he can't say puns, he can't do anything because then they will find him. He is sitting there when, unbeknownst to him, a man by the name of Ra's al Ghul decides to make is monthly attempt at claiming Danny's foster father as his son and heir.
Danny keeps his fear and surprise under wraps when fucking ninjas burst through the windows showering the room in glass. He clamps down on his pain when a knife whips past his face, nicking his ear. But he can't keep a hold on his anger when Cass has to dodge another knife.
His rage explodes out of him as all the suppressed emotions and all the carefully contained ectoplasm warps his face into something more monstrous and ghostly. He lunges through the table, using intangibility for the first time in months to grab a ninja who was threatening Dick with sword.
"YOU DO NOT HARM THEM!" He roars before throwing the ninja back out the window and all the way across the manor grounds.
His face twists even more as his fangs stretch and his core thrums with his fury. The remaining ninjas are unconscious in a matter of moments. They dare to attack the first people to genuinely care for him other than his sister and his friends. They are alive, and that is the only mercy he has for them.
In the silence that follows, his breathing sounds loud. His tongue flicks from his mouth to lick the trace of blood from his ear even as his ectoplasm closes the wound without even a scar. He looks around at the knocked out foes and the wide eyed members of the family.
For the first time in months he allows himself to feel grief. They could have been everything. A new family, a second chance at a normal life, his chance to be free of those who hunt him. Not any more. He looks around as tears burn at his eyes.
"I- I'm sorry." He whispers. Then He runs, transforming into his ghost form to fly as fast and as far as he can.
i went extremely feral when i saw this prompt, and now i have a fic. full c1 below the cut, ao3 is linked
1/?
C1 (and prompt) / C2 / C3 / C4
“Are you sure about this, B?” Dick checks. “Usually, when you take in more of us, you’ve… met them first.”
The two of them are in the study with the main Batcave entrance, which only happens when someone’s procrastinating going into the cave, or is making sure the room looks reasonably used for how often the family goes inside it. Dick’s loungeing in the corner, staring blankly at a random book he pulled off the shelf. Bruce is at the desk, squinting at the computer monitor which is likely too old to be reasonable by now, but nobody’s bothered to replace it.
Bruce’s response is, as always, a few seconds of stiff silence, then a hum, which translates to: I have a bunch of feelings about the current topic which I do not currently feel like discussing. He follows this with, “Considering the boy’s trauma responses, especially in situations such as a Joker attack, it’s reasonable that he is holding valuable information.”
“Mhm,” Dick responds flatly, because Batman has no child informants, and doesn’t plan on gaining any. Down the line, it’d be pretty handy if that turns out to be true, but if Bruce is openly admitting it, it’s at the bottom of his priority list. Not that he can get Bruce to admit that any time soon. “So, how long do you think it’ll take him to find the cave?”
“Dick,” Bruce grumbles.
Victory.
had a small dp x dc red hood thing that i wrote during class last week. figured i might as well share it
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“Uh… boss?” One of his men hesitantly pipes up. Another one elbows him, but he keeps going. “What are you drinking?”
Jason lowers his water bottle and stares at the green, glowing ectoplasm inside. It does not at all look like something that one could consume without coming to their (second) untimely demise. “Gatorade?”
“What flavour?” Someone else blurts.
He considers it.
“Contaminated.”
He walks away.
another headcanon of mine is that i think della is the complete opposite of those parents who think you have to clean the entire house to have guests over
i imagine something like this:
Della: “they’re coming over for you not for your house. why clear up all the evidence that you have lived here!?”
Huey: “Mom, if normal people see a hall with arrows and darts sticking out of it, they are not going to like your daughters were running from them as they were being shot as an explanation.”
Della: “Oh come on! That game totally builds character!”
Huey: “Is that what you’re going to tell their Dads??”
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or like. tamer examples. with just general mess. but beakley and duckworth would wind up cleaning that up anyways so??
lab rats fic, i intended to have it be amputee leo related but it wound up as a lighthearted interaction between bree and leo
Once she’s halfway through a bowl of cereal, Leo finally sets his tablet down and says, “So Big D got one hell of an email last night.”
Bree arches an eyebrow at her brother, setting her spoon against the lip of her bowl. “Oh?”
“Yeah,” Leo responds. “It was from one of the superhero’s high school friends. She was pissed at him, it was a great read. I’m going to use it to teach Naomi swear words one day.”
“Do not,” Bree warns, but she’s unable to keep the faint amusement out of her tone.
Leo shrugs. “I taught you three how to swear, didn’t I?”
“It was already in the DNA we stole from Douglas,” Bree dismisses.
“Wow. I see how it is. Giving your uncle-dad all the credit.”
“I mean, not all the credit,” Bree says, forcing her tone to sound serious. She holds Leo’s gaze, does her best not to give the game away. “Mr. Davenport taught us all how to be self-assured, after all.”
improv with ease
inspired by @blackfire-fanfiction ’s soul switching au
words: 1287
notes: I haven’t written for this au (or TMNT at all really) in a long time haha
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Raph is glaring at his brother’s shell. The effect is lost on the fact that Leo hasn’t turned around since he slinked up next to the alternate version of Donnie, but if none of his brothers are going to do it, someone certainly has to.
It figures that their two dimensions would have to intercept again some time. After all, with the Leonardo’s situation, at some point they would have tried to at the very least get in proper contact, because for some reason the Leonardos are insistent that they don’t just shut the whole switching thing down outright.
But it’s different this time, because this isn’t their universe, and the guy in Leo’s body isn’t their Leo. He’s the impostor, the turtle local to this dimension, and Raph is choosing to ignore the way he’s shuffling nervously beside him, because seriously, he could tell the truth to the alternate versions of them at any point. They’re doing this entirely to themselves.
Leo taps something on Other Donnie’s phone, and the purple-clad turtle swipes his phone away abruptly, glaring. Leo raises both brow muscles and quirks the corners of his lips up. Other Mikey turns around and rolls his eyes as though this is an every day sort of thing, and Raph tries and fails to relate this to the dynamic between Donnie and Leo.
“Raph,” Leo actually whines, completely throwing Raph off. It’s so childish and unlike the way Leo tends to present himself. Other Raph spins around, face crafted into something neutral as he walks backward. Other Mikey is not subtly leaning against him to keep him from tripping. “Donnie’s being territorial with his phone again.”
when worlds collide
inspired by @blackfire-fanfiction ’s soul switching au
words: 1819
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The day starts slow.
Maybe it’s just Leon’s imagination, but it’s probably not. Being in this body is just not his thing. Their knee is hurting like crazy, as always, and every time he shows up he swears that everyone around here gets angstier.
He loves these guys, don’t get him wrong here. But he’s always more at home in the other body, with his overly energetic and constantly loud brothers, where he’s almost expected to wind down.
The other guy likes it around here, though, and Leon can still see why. After all, these are the guys he grew up with, before the swaps started. And Leon’s are the others. Plain and simple.
Anyways, back to the point – things start slow. He and Mikey gather together on the couch to watch a few episodes of a cartoon that Leon’s blanking on the name of. Leon’s itching to do something more active, but their knee is protesting and they’re not far from training time anyways, he might as well save the energy.
Right when he’s preparing to follow the usual schedule, the peaceful morning is interrupted by a sight that instantly has Leon on edge. A bright blue portal, a very familiar bright blue portal, lights up the room, and Leon’s already rushing before he processes anything else about it, like the purple sparks flying out of it for one.
Mikey’s not far behind, and because it’s still an unprompted portal in the middle of their home, both turtles draw their weapons.
all I can think about right now is same raph meeting switch leo (or leon) meeting one (or more) of the forced fusion guys (au by @14muffinz) because like. shenanigans
fused donnie, head in hands, "how did it manage to get worse?"
If you want to keep talking about this i'm down, but if we use switch leo thats one more character to play with, at the expense of having a more developed au in the mix
gonna write a small little scene of this later actually, i have had a Thought
SCENE TIME~
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“Are there any more of you guys around?” Leon asks, forcing himself to not sound overly eager. Of course, the one time both sets of brothers are in the same place, and he’s stuck in the boring body.
Other Donnie hesitates, sharing a glance with other April (who looks exactly like the red-haired April, wow that’s weird) and they both begin carefully shaking their heads.
“That would… not be such a good idea,” April states.
Small Raph – goddammit, why didn’t the two of them ever think up a naming system or something, this is weird – crosses his arms, staring down the taller Donnie. The guy does look a bit weird, if Leon’s being honest with himself. Just a way too tall mix between both of the Donnies that he already knows.
Gotta love alternate universes, ‘eh?
Maybe Small Raph should have gone with April, in Leon’s experience it is hard to make a Donnie crack.
“We’re sorry for bringing you all here,” Other Donnie says, voice suddenly cold. “If you give us a moment, we– I will have you returned shortly. No need to panic.”
Leon takes a slow step back, trying to get side by side with his other self. For one, he doesn’t want to waste their only opportunity to have a real time conversation, and something about the way other Donnie is talking seems a bit odd. His other self is already staring right at him, and they both nod slightly when their gazes meet.
Something is off here.
“‘Ey Dee?” A voice calls from somewhere else in the lair.
Other Donnie jumps and spins around, standing on their tiptoes as if trying to hide the set of eight turtles from view somehow. “Yes, Raph?”
“There’s an alarm going off in your room!”
The tall turtle curses, sending a look at other April that’s probably meant to be meaningful before dashing out of the room.
Other April hesitates as she scans the set of eight, clearly uncomfortable. Everything is still for a moment, just long enough for older Mikey to apparently guess his odds of escape, before dashing forward. The human girl stops him easily, and while she doesn’t exactly take older Mikey down, she’s got a pretty good grip on his wrist and doesn’t seem like letting up.
“We can send you back,” she states. “And we don’t want you knowing what’s going on here, ‘kay?”
Older Mikey pouts. “Well now I gotta know.”
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this is as far as my brain took me, unfortunately