Happy Greasy Mac Man
0 notes
Clockwork sent Danny back in time, a few hundred years.
Then he told him to take a nap.
He swore that the ritual chamber he'd transported Danny to was isolated, and that Danny wouldn't age.
But good goddamn, Danny needed some sleep. The kid is a baby ghost, and they're supposed to spend years forming.
With how powerful Danny is?
He's going to seriously stunt his growth if he doesn't go the fuck to sleep.
Dani can just sleep whenever she wants at Clockwork's place, but Danny can't take the rest he needs or he'll skip his entire mortal life.
So; the timeless chamber for sleep.
And Danny...Danny's fucking tired.
Sleep sounds fantastic. He'll wake up in a few hundred years and feel refreshed.
Sounds great.
The chamber siphons ectoplasm from the surrounding areas, feeding his ghost half, which keeps his human half alive and fine.
It also radiates Realms energy, which can make any human who gets too close for too long a little insane.
Gotham is built on top of that chamber.
That chamber powers every single curse in Gotham.
Clockwork didn't tell Danny this, of course; but Danny's length of necessary sleep depended on how much Ecto his developing core got it's hands on, and normally it would have only been a one hundred year nap.
The curses siphoning off of it made it three hundred or so.
So when Danny finally wakes up, and the protections drop, he lets out a biiiiig stretch, yawns-and goes home. He feels rested! Awake! He finally got some fucking sleep!
Meanwhile, every single curse in Gotham breaks, all at once.
At the same time, the excess Ecto that the citizens of Gotham had been having leeched off of them? Suddenly it's staying with them, and their Liminality breaks through overnight.
It's chaos.
3K notes
·
View notes
"But don't let its beauty fool you. This plant can be processed into a powerful neurotoxin which can cause near permanent madness unless treated!"
Professor Calculus, upon developing a state-of-the-art automated hydroponics and pesticides delivery system, has been invited to judge a prestigious international flower show at the largest botanical garden in Belgium.
Botany experts and amateurs from around the world attend - Professor Zalamea is there to showcase his bizarre genetically modified bioluminescent blue oranges, Nash is displaying some of his explorations into living sculpture, and Castafiore is geared up to perform in the evening. Most controversially of all, Professor Fang Hsi Ying, a world leading expert on mental health, is showcasing his research on the Rajaijah plant, a plant historically used to produce madness poison.
It's this exhibit that causes a stir at the event. Security is on high alert. After the poison was used a few years ago in several high profile drug smuggling cases that were embroiled in politics, the plant is anticipated to be a subject of fear and Orientalism. Protestors calling for its destruction flock the event, and there are rumours of a plot to steal the rare plant. The organisers hope that the controversy will generate ticket sales and revenue.
Tintin and Chang are there to report on the goings on, having just confessed their feelings for each other. They're not sure what they are just yet - but even without a madness poison, Tintin's head is in a spin!
I had the idea to bring back Rajaijah juice for some time and was intially going to set it at a garden party, but I received this message from anon some time ago:
And I just loved the Drama of a botanical garden a whole lot more!
Because of the time it takes for me to make stuff and the planning that goes into my posts I do take a very long time to respond to messages, and sometimes multiple people send similar messages anticipating stuff I already have planned, so if I come across as standoffish I apologise, I just have a lot on my plate (by my own design tbh)!
I love every message I receive, I started this blog intending to respond to every message but that's becoming unrealistic ;_; I keep your messages to read back whenever I need motivation, so from the bottom of my heart, thank you if you've sent me an ask!
2K notes
·
View notes
Y'ALL SURE ARE
2K notes
·
View notes
Haircut
Rin from The Poppy War by RF Kuang
3K notes
·
View notes
Prompt 198
Now Bruce was not expecting to reincarnate upon his death. At least he thinks he died, he’s pretty sure he did. There wasn’t any other reason for him to be a well, literal baby. Around two he thinks, which fits well with the fact that it’s around that time that babies start forming memory recall, if he, well, remembered correctly.
But while he knew about reincarnation thanks to Shayera and Carter, he’d never exactly given it much thought towards himself. Because seriously, what were the chances of such a thing as him being given another chance?
So he was quite surprised at his situation, experimentally opening and closing pudgy hands that looked well, just a tiny bit off. He’d never been that pale before, he thinks, even back when he never went outside like, ever.
He turned his gaze towards the mobile above him with a sort of idle curiosity- a mixture of bats (ha) and other trinkets he wasn’t familiar with. It also caused him to get his first good look at his parent, asleep on a rocking chair right next to the crib.
Huh. They had the same pale skin he did, albeit in the light it looked like it was slightly tinted blue, and while their hair was white they didn’t exactly look old. They looked surprisingly well rested for raising a toddler too, unless they had a nanny or something similar… He rolled over, managing to very shakily push himself to his feet with the help of the crib.
Why was standing so hard as a toddler? And why did he have his memories of everything except how he had died anyway?
His head whipped up from where they were staring at his feet when he heard a snort, finding his parent awake and standing. Somehow silently enough that he hadn’t noticed- or he was that easily distracted by the unfamiliar giddiness bursting in his chest.
“Morning little bat,” his parent easily picked him up and held him while he inwardly sighed at the nickname. Of course his bat motif would follow him into this life. A low rumbling almost caused him to jump, his body relaxing before he could fully register the sound. The… purring?
Oh.
He wasn’t human this time around.
720 notes
·
View notes
I think we as a species failed when we didn’t develop fangs. Really missed out with that
329 notes
·
View notes
Another small task I've been putting off.
I've had this character in my head for the explorer universe for years now: "What if person, but too long?"
Very chatty, very slinky. Carries a banned dagger that works like a detonation-charge-powered can opener. There's probably crimes.
388 notes
·
View notes
We have a new family now. We stick together, you hear me?
816 notes
·
View notes
3 years and I'm STILL IN THE FUCKING BUILDING... unbelievable... anyway happy re-bday to my pathetic cringefail politician
Alt ver. under the cut
***Massive disclaimer: i do not support the cc this is strictly about the fictional character
233 notes
·
View notes
messed around with some colour grading
667 notes
·
View notes