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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.”

The Sleepy Gangleader- DCxDP prompt

There is a new mob family in Gotham. Crazy, unpredictable, and without motive. Not money motivated either. They just seemed to push off any other gangs they came across. The turf lines had been pushed back further and further and no one had even heard of this boss of there's.

What made them crazy was their fanatical worship of their leader. They were religiously devoted to them which made them highly volatile. They could easily be a death cult capable of a massacre if prompted by their leader.

It was a full-blown investigation now. They needed to infiltrate and find their boss quickly.

(2 months ago)

The cultist gathered around their god and waited patiently for his awakening. They had summoned him to this realm to devote themselves to serving him.

When he finally opened his eyes he groaned and flopped over and went back to sleep. This was his go too response to most things. He rarely opened his eyes and when he did he'd lazily looked down on them like a lion looking at a flock of sheep too small to eat then resting again.

It was hard to argue considering he had teeth and claws. He made a sound between a growl, howl, and purr when the noises of the city started to bother him. Gunshots, rouges, and chaos in the streets risked disturbing their master's rest. Worst it risks their master waking up which right now seemed best not to happen. Their master made no demands but he only woke to eat on occasion.so they scammed to obtain as much as possible to offer to him. They raided many stores for weddings for him as well. Anything to keep him calm and pleased.

Still he didn't react much as he rolled over and slept more.

You know what I love about the dead tired stardew au? How Tim is literally the perfect farmer. I mean seriously this guy is a chronic, “I can nap anywhere!”, kinda guy. Danny’s just the poor bachelor that saves him from thieves and monsters.

I need everyone to take some notes on this please

We all know the nicknames that Tim gets in fics, Timberly, Timmers, Timmy, etc., but one always kinda stuck with me.

Timberella

It gets me thinking of like Cinderella. Is this the lumberjack version of her? I’d love to see a dc x Cinderella au, or better yet a dc x dp x Cinderella au. Dead tired in my case, but it could be any of the bunch depending on how you play it.

It starts off as found family, and season 2 is the dp that was hinted at in season one.

I might write this later, but my break is almost over. Y’all have my full and encouraged support on taking your own spin on this though :D

Tim: “Hey is that some kinda green drink? I watched in real time as your eye bags disappeared… can I try some..?”

Danny, curious: “… Why were you looking..?”

Tim, blushing: “No reason! Just… yeah.. yk…”

Danny, smirking: “Well I would let you try some, but I don’t think you’d survive it. Your organs would probably melt :)”

Tim: “…So that is Lazarus water?”

Danny: “What the hell is Lazarus water??”

Danny in Gotham #1

Danny, sleep deprived but he needs to finish these assignment before he procrastinates again, chugs his special ectoplasm-infused energy drink and types away like never before.

Tim stares in horror as he watches a random college student drink Lazarus water in the middle of the library, but the dark bags under his eyes disappear when he finishes it so…maybe he’ll ask if he has more.

2:15 am and all I can think about is how bad I want more subnautica dead tired aus…

PLEASEEEEEE LIKE HOW COULD YOU GET ME HOOKED ON THIS??? AUUGGHHHHHH

I have NEVER played, watched, nor been spoiled a single thing about subnautica. The only stuff I know is that there’s water. Then, on one ordinary day, I come across a drawing. It’s Danny Phantom as a leviathan?? I think it’s a leviathan. It’s absolute fire. Bro cooked with gas. I’m intrigued.

I go looking further. They have a master post link at the top. I check it out. I binge it all.

“Wow” I think to myself. “Where can I get more of this?”.

I look high and low. I wait a couple days. Nothing. Silence. Horror dawns on me as I realize this has been abandoned.

(If I’m remembering right) Later I find another glimpse of subnautica. This was short and was mostly big leviathan Danny with Justus League there at the end. But still it’s gas. It’s flammable. My hair got torched into a bob.

This reignites the fires in my motivation to get kicking back on this subnautica adventure. I search again for more. I plead for dead tired. Wish for at least a glimpse of dp x dc. Nothing.

Me and my broken heart go to Ao3 because surely they will have some dead tired subnautica.

Boy oh boy.

They have 6 subnautica x dc x dp at first glance. None that sang to my heart though. Upon further investigation I found gold. A beautiful dead tired subnautica au ripe for the picking.

4 chapters of not exactly what I was looking for, but by god was it everything I needed. It was short, sweet, and left a 4,283 word hole in my heart.

I want more, I need more.

In this essay I will convince you to create-

Ao3 fic is Freezing Waters, Empty Skies by Strawberry_Avalanche

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Vote dead tired minions‼️‼️‼️

You know what I need more of? Complementary careers.

Like get me a sound designer x videographer, model x artist, writer x game developer/director, hunter x butcher, etc. etc.

Imagine with me for a minute.

Hunter with deer carcass: Oh honey, I’m home!

Butcher: Oh dear (haha), thank you so much! Let me clean this up for later *smooches hunter*

Hunter blushing: Thank you, you’re so amazing *swoons*

Butcher: Only because you find such great game! *smile that could blind god*

Like are y’all seeing what I’m seeing??? I want them…

IM EDITING THIS ON HERE SO ITS KINDA OUT OF PLACE BUT I JUST THOUGHT OF IMMORTAL NECROMANCER X THEIR CONSTANTLY REINCARNATING LOVER!!!!

Imagine the DRAMA oooooooooouuuuu girlllll… like would the necromancer revive them and have to watch them slowly decay until they’re but a skeleton? Would they have lost their memory? Would they still be sentient?? Oooouuuuu I love

Danny never made easy choices, not really at least. All his decisions had major repercussions. His choice to cheat on his test got his family, friends, and whole universe destroyed. Nothing came easy after that. Every choice he made was riddled with thought and anxiety.

But then he met Tim.

It wasn’t anything special, they didn’t meet at work, college, or anywhere special. They just met on a walk, had a common interest, and kept talking.

Tim made him feel like he was normal. Like he didn’t have a responsibility to the realms, like he wasn’t being chased by the government, like he was a person worth loving. Someone that wasn’t different, or other in a sense you can’t let be. Tim made him feel like choices didn’t have to be hard, like he could be impulsive without consequences.

Guess the world had it out for him.

Tim had gotten kidnapped by a rogue, and god shouldn’t Danny have expected things to go wrong. Of course nothing could be easy. Everything always got ruined, and Danny was sick of it.

Why did he have to be careful? Why did he have to watch as everything he wants gets destroyed by one mistake? Why did he have to be complacent with this?

Danny wouldn’t take it anymore.

He’d make the easiest choice he had in a long time.

Writing Prompt: Dialogue

“You need to know that you are the easiest choice I’ve ever made.”

Hear me out when I say dead tired knight Danny and king/prince Tim… just walk with me for a minute while I tell you about this essay-

“I think you need to taste this for me,” the monarch said. They shoved the exquisite cake in their guard’s direction.

Their guard blinked. “Um.” 

“What, you’d rather your monarch be poisoned?”

Of course not. The guard hesitantly took a mouthful, only to practically melt in satisfaction. “Oh my god.” It was amazing. They caught themselves. “I - er - I think it’s fine.” 

“You should try a sip of the wine too,” the monarch said. “Just to be safe. Sit, sit.” 

It took the guard slightly too long to realize that it was practically a date, with the monarch feeding them delicacies off their plate. 

Swans

Imagine pray tell if you will

Tim swanified and angry: *Agreesively honks and puffs up chest/wings at Danny because get away from me?? Who do you think you are??*

Danny sensing something’s up with this swan: WOAH BACK UP WHO ARE YOU???

Tim pausing from where he was just biting Danny: …honk..?

Danny eyeing him suspiciously: …Wanna see my Yeti doctor?

Tim curious and wondering if this guy is sane follows Danny through his strange Lazarus green (but less rotten food smelling, more like lemon or grapefruit) portal because why not? Actions are better than words, especially when you don’t have any!

Or hear me out perchance maybe please

Tim angerly honks and gets defensive: HONK! HKEEEEHHHR!!! (WHO ARE YOU? WHERE AM I? WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE ARE MY ARMS?!?!?)

Danny who understands most languages because ghost stuff plot plot plot: Woah there dude! Just passing by, what happened?

Tim even angrier because he figured out he was a bird, possible swan?, and what? You understand bird? Stupid stupid IDIOT: HHKEEEHRRRRR KERRRRHHH *very intense hissing and honking* (OH LOOK AT THIS WISE GUY, what do you speak bird, *swan version of scoffing* WHAT DO YOU THINK? I JUST MAGICALLY KNOW WHY IM A BIRD?? NO! NO I DONT KNOW WHY! Fucking idiot..

Danny, offended and petty: Well I WAS going to help you but…

Tim getting confused: Honk??? (What is this guy on???)

Danny turns and starts to walk away but peaks his head over his shoulder: I mean if you want help you can follow me, I know a great doctor!

Tim lost and upset: *swan sigh* honnkkkk… (Finneeee…) *starts waddling poorly because he’s got weird ahh legs plus kinda dragging his feet*

Idk I just want a Tim Drake that’s literally a drake, I don’t care if it’s dragon or duck/duck adjacent. GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEE