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icon by @friendlyfoxpal and background by @guaxinimracoon! Hoi this is for DC gt I make or find, there well be no nsfw stuff here. call me Plant I am old (20s) and ask are open, hope your day is good :D

[dc-gt-plantbox-ideas]

Hello I am Plant!

Hello I am Plant I hope you like my DC gt stuff, it well manly be batfam and some superman stuff!

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Dr. Agar Mouse Trap

Part 1 - Part 2

Gotham Apartments AU Post.

A Small Threatening Secret

Part 1 - Part 2 (end)

A Small Date- here!

Superboy and the flightless Robin

Part 1 - Part 2

(This well be updated over time)

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You well find au tags on this post only

[bittydragon]

Writing Commissions

Updating the writing commission info!

Right now, I'm still just doing oneshots. (This is to be revisited later) They'll be starting at $10 for approximately 500 words, but for every dollar after that an additional 100 words will be added. (The 500 word minimum is for my own sanity, works shorter than that will drive me crazy trying to compress them unfortunately)

(E.g. for $19 I'd write approximately 1400 words for a comm! Or for $12 I'd write approximately 700 words!)

I'm pretty open for things I'll do to be honest and I'll let you know if something is a no go for me, just shoot me a DM and we can figure out exact details!

Fandoms I definitely know I would write for:

Sonic

One Piece

Hollow Knight/Silksong

In Stars and Time

Deltarune/Undertale

Rift/Crypt of the Necrodancer

Pokemon (mostly a case by case basis based on what I know)

Twisted Wonderland

PHM/Bloodymary

Once again though, just ask! I'll be able to tell you if I'm knowledgeable enough to be able to write something for you. OCs are a case by case basis, I would need to have plenty of information to work with for what you'd want me to write if that's something you're interested in.

I'll only have 5 slots open so that I don't get overwhelmed. This will be a first come first serve!

Finally, I'll be accepting the payments once ideas are finalized, I get a word count estimate, and I have an outline of ideas for you. Those payments will then be through the ko-fi page I have set up, which is linked below. It's still a work in progress so bear with me!

If you're interested, shoot me a DM and we'll work out the details!

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[noodledragon324]

Snack Break

“B, why don’t we take a break.” Clark drummed his fingers softly on the desk, watching as Bruce used his entire hand to type on the phone screen propped up in front of him.

Bruce made a small hum, the barest acknowledgement that he heard Clark say something to him, but not necessarily that he had listened. He continued to type, his whole body poised like he was in a boxing match so he could hit each letter as fast as his body would let him. It was cute, but when Bruce had been doing it for so long, it started to become something else.

“Bruce,” Clark said his name again, and this time, there was a pause in his typing.

“I don’t need a break, Clark. What would I even do?”

“You’d do nothing. That’s the point of taking a break, B – Doing nothing.” 

“I don’t want to do nothing,” Bruce growled, resuming his typing.

“Do you want to be doing this either?” Clark raised an eyebrow.

“What do you think?” Bruce snarled back, slapping his hand down on the next letter with far more force than necessary.

Clark was silent for a minute, watching as Bruce continued to slap away at the screen, brow furrowed and mouth drawn in a tight frown. Even at this size, Clark was able to see how pale he was, how the skin of his face seemed to want to sink towards his bones. There were bags under his eyes and a tremor to his movements.

“I think-” Clark began, reaching a hand forward to tip the phone flat and pull it away. “-that you’re hungry.”

Bruce chased after the phone for a few steps but quickly tired and slowed to a stop. Clark couldn’t help but smile at the side eye Bruce shot him before crossing his arms with a huff.

“I guess I could eat.”

“Good, now c’mere.” Clark grinned as he reached for Bruce, quietly delighting at the way he let himself be picked up so readily.

He cupped Bruce in his palm, waiting for him to settle and recline against the curve of his fingers. Bruce reached up for Clark’s index finger as he lowered it towards him, crooked just so, to give him good access to the meat of its side. He noticed the small pinprick of Bruce’s bite less than the soft hum he let out against his skin, the slight warmth of his mouth on the side of his finger as he softly suckled against his skin.

Bruce shifted restlessly as he continues to drink, face steadily flushing with color until he’s rosy with it. Clark gently brushed his thumb over Bruce’s body, feeling how warm he has grown, how soft he feels all full of blood, his blood. Bruce panted when he drew back from Clark’s finger, eyes half closed, squirming to find a position that is more comfortable for his full tummy but still allows him to lap at the pinpricks he left behind, gentle kitten-licks to sooth and thank Clark for sharing with him. Clark’s favorite part about Bruce being this size was how full he gets with his feedings, how drowsy and blood-drunk he grows. 

He curled into Clark’s palm, huffing and grunting as he searched for a position to support the weight in his tummy, small hands reaching out to grasp onto Clark’s fingers and hold them close. He kept rubbing him with his thumb, loving the feel of the flushed, full body beneath his finger as Bruce lazily pressed kisses to wherever he could reach. 

When he felt Bruce’s movements slow to a stop, chest slowly rising and falling with each deep breath, Clark brought his hand close to his chest, knowing that Bruce always slept better near the sound of his heart, and floated them to their bedroom to sleep. Bruce would surely complain about the length of their break when he woke up, but Clark knew that it was all a cover for how much he had enjoyed himself. 

(Bruce did complain in the morning, but only after sleepily crawling from his spot on Clark’s chest to press a kiss to the corner of his lips, murmuring quiet endearments and thanks.)

[scribbiesan]

Let me out? Promise I won’t bite uwu

We know your game, Tim. We all know. You WILL bite, and won’t be sorry.

Hey guys, made a doodle based off a little blurb someone on a G/T Discord made that just tickled me pink to make! It involves Pre-BatFam Hood finding a shrunk Tim and trying to capture him, only for Tim to have Orange Cat Bones™ and just slips out Hood’s hands like water. Hood then has to get the Jar so the little shit will stop escaping.

(Hood is unaware that he has fallen right into Tim’s trap)

Hope y’all like this cute little thing, I’ve got more stuff to do. Have fun! o/

Toodles!~

[tarta-de-limon]

As far as I'm concerned, today's Dick's bday (first day of spring, 20 march, right???) So... Happy bday Dick Grayson!!!

And he received the best gift ever

An emotional support Robin! (He will bully you until you feel better)

SpeedPaint!

[general-gt]

Lil more detail for Superman powers for the fun of that idea!

Superman has not only super hearing but also x-ray vision, so as long as a wall is not made or lined with led he can see into it. Witch makes me like the idea that Clark can see the bats secret tunnels, he uses this to find them when he needs there help or wants to make sure there okay

But also! When Clark really cares about someone he memorizes there heart beat, so he always knows there okay

Oh this is so god damn cute! Thoughts below the cut because this got too damn long! I may end up writing this, but this ask has already sat for way too long.

I can imagine that Clark returns from being off planet and sees that there are suddenly tunnels in the walls because I don’t see the bats risking it while he’s there. He doesn’t say anything because he’s half hoping he finds the mice he believes have moved in first because he loves the idea of taking care of them.

When he first sees a tiny person in the walls of the Watchtower, he’d think that his x ray vision had just randomly malfunctioned. But, nope! Actual tiny people are running around in the walls and Clark makes it his mission to try and help them out because there had to be a reason that they were sneaking around and they would probably benefit from a hero’s help!

Catching any of the batfam is the real issue. They’re all sneaky as hell and while the footsteps of people are generally pretty audible, these are tiny people who are trained in stealth and their pulses easily blend in with the ambient noise of the Watchtower.

When he manages it, it’s entirely on accident. Wrong place in the wrong time kind of thing.

I like to think it’s Damien or Tim that he finds first. Damian would be the most hissy and if it was Tim, he’d try to gaslight Clark so hard about him being nothing more than a dream. Either way, Clark is left with no answers and more confusion than before.

That night, he gets Bruce dropping in on him and threatening him 10 ways to Sunday, being hyper protective of his children. Clark has to assure this tiny man that he doesn’t want to hurt his kids and that he only wants to help.

Cue Bruce slowly growing accustomed to the giant golden retriever that has now attached itself to him. The kids unabashedly manipulate Clark into doing stuff for them and he is entirely aware but just doesn’t care.

[kaattlin]

sleepy

[the-gt-fairy]

Me: I should I actually think about my OCs

*makes another borrower AU instead*

this is expanding on that idea of a tiny Bruce and his human kids, but it's just Dick, Jason, and Babs at the moment

Kay so the idea is there's a borrower community in an apartment building, and Bruce (26) is a sort of protector for it. Keeping it safe from animals and traps and such. Babs (15) is his apprentice/sidekick because she won't take no for an answer

In this apartment building are two foster kids: Dick (13) and Jason (10). They're doing ok, just kinda vibing as brothers

Of course the borrowers and humans meet, they get attached to each other, and now Bruce has to keep his two giant kids and one not-giant not-his-kid from setting something on fire

[bobbinrobins]

I want to put into your mind the idea of Borrower Tim who helps the bats from the shadows, they all know what he is and he knows they know but they have a unspoken agreement to leave him be

Then one day well borrower Tim is trying to get some info for the bats he gets into a bad spot and has to find some way to get there help, his real hurt once the others find him and they can't just let him go...

Tim is not liking how close he has to be to all this giants, but Cass surprisingly is making him feel pretty safe at the moment

!! I LOVE this idea. I actually have a WIP that follows a very similar thread! :D

And Cass in particular is a great human for borrowers to be around because of her ability to read their body language. She can pick up exactly how nervous they are and adjust her own body accordingly, taking care not to loom or move too quickly around them. <3

I did end up writing a little drabble following this concept! Hope you enjoy!

Tim clutches the half-melted shard of ice to his ribs as he breathes, each inhale eliciting a new wave of white-hot pain. He can still feel phantom fingers, vicelike around his torso, squeezing and squeezing and squeezing, can still feel the creaking of his ribs and see the black spots clouding his vision.

He’d thought, for a fleeting moment, that they would just keep squeezing until his ribs gave in. And then Robin had appeared and punched his captor in the face with enough force to knock him out.

Tim would have made his getaway at that moment if not for two things: 1) Robin’s gloved hand appearing to catch him as he slipped from the finally-loosened fingers, and 2) the fact that moving his upper body in any capacity (an act which unfortunately included breathing) aggravated the effects of having been squeezed like a stress ball. Instead of vanishing into the shadows like he always did when in the proximity of one of the Bats, he had landed in an ungainly heap in Robin’s palm, curling inwards on himself and wheezing pitifully. Not his finest moment, really. 

Robin had insisted on whisking him to one of the Bats’ safehouses to treat Tim’s injuries. Tim really wasn’t in the position to argue (not that that stopped him from trying). So here he is, sitting on a throw pillow, applying a makeshift ice pack (crushed ice wrapped in a paper towel, courtesy of Robin) to his undoubtedly-bruised ribs. 

Various Bats have been cycling in and out throughout the night. Tim doesn’t like that. He’s not used to being the center of anyone’s attention, let alone a whole slew of overprotective vigilantes. His entire operation thus far has hinged on him being unnoticed, after all. And while the Bats have known about him for some time now, they almost never interface directly like this. Oracle had set him up with a modified mobile phone with one of those sliding keyboards, which he uses to type out and send information to a secured address. 

And while he knows the Bats mean well, they’re also just…big. He doesn’t think they really get that. That no matter how heroic they are, they’re also humans, a fact that has Tim’s deeply-rooted borrower instincts screaming for him to get away. He’s not supposed to be seen. He’s not supposed to speak to them. He’s especially not supposed to be fussed over by them.

But it’s not like he has a way out of this situation, while there are omnipresent eyes on him, and while his ribs protest every breath he takes. So. 

He sneaks a glance up at the Bat who’s in the room with him now. Orphan. She’s lounging in a chair across from the couch on which he’s perched, studying him from beneath her gold-lined hood. When she catches him staring at her, her eyes crinkle in what Tim thinks must be a smile—the lower half of her face is covered. 

She taps her ribs, mirroring the spot where Tim is clutching the mostly-melted remains of his ice pack. “How are they?”

Tim looks down and shrugs. Bad, he does not say, because the word has somehow gotten lodged in his throat.

Orphan hums, then moves. She pushes herself off of the couch with a languid grace and moves towards the saferoom’s kitchen, footsteps completely silent. Tim can’t see what she’s doing from here, and he finds himself sinking back into his thoughts, going over the events of the night again and picking apart every mistake he’d made. 

Then, suddenly Orphan is next to him. He jolts back, hand spasming around the soggy paper towel, as she looms beside him. Her eyes soften at Tim’s (admittedly embarrassing) reaction. She lowers herself down into a kneeling position, so that she’s no longer towering over Tim; her face is about at his eye-level now, a fact Tim is grateful for. (The Bats tend to loom a lot. He gets it’s kind of their thing, but he wishes he didn’t have to strain his neck too much to look up at them.) She extends one arm towards Tim, unfurling her fingers to reveal a fresh paper-towel-wrapped-ice-cube sitting in her palm.

Her hand alights right next to him on the pillow. Strangely, Tim doesn’t feel the usual tingling of faint alarm he gets when he’s in such close proximity to a human. He leans forward and swaps out the remaining scrap of paper towel for the fresh ice pack, then looks back up at Orphan to give her a little nod of thanks. Her eyes twinkle warmly as she steps back and returns to the couch, silent as ever.

Tim breathes a soft sigh of relief as he presses the fresh ice pack to his ribs. He sneaks another glance up at Orphan, who is still watching him. 

This time, he offers her a shaky smile. Of all the humans he’s been around over the past few hours, this one’s company isn’t so bad.

[januariat]

a little kiss for @unbreakabledawn and @froizetta based on their wonderful fics ❤️

link to fic that directly inspired this!

[tinysupervicki]

Did some self-care art during this tough time 💖

[onieon]

[tinysupervicki]

Day 30: Window from the prompt list by @bittykimmy13

I just love them so much 😭😭

[tinysupervicki]

Redraw of this lovely scene 🤭

[the-gt-fairy]

If your taking anymore Batman gt stuff, maybe tiny!Tim or Jason helping Babs with some work?

Hell yeah Babs and Tim bonding

This is the last prompt! Thank y'all again for the suggestions

[unbreakabledawn]

Back on my borrower bats never letting Clark have peace again bs! (Hoi it's Plant)

I think it would be so funny if Lois knew about the batkids, she just pretend not to see them/notice when they're being menaces in front of her.

Louis has seen and observed how much chaos these kids cause just to stress out Clark, she is not getting pulled into that chaos and trusting that Clark knows what he's doing. She will however say something to tip off the clerk that one of the kids being a menace near her.

Small example- (with tiny Tim)

Louis brought over some articles she wrote wanting Clark's opinion on them, well he want to get some snacks she noticed in the corner of her eyes one of the tiny kids (Tim) getting close to her paper on new developments in computer science.

She's not really sure why a tiny kid is interested in that paper but she's worried his tiny footprints might smudge the lettering, so time to be a snitch!"

"Hey Clark, I think you might want to close the windows! My papers almost fall off the desk." Louis just watches as the tiny kind of runs off and disappear somewhere.

Clark comes back very quickly and apologizes, Louis instantly moves on from it as they eat snacks and look over the papers together.

hi again! <3 i love this, Lois would be so unfazed and just brush off the flock of borrowers in Clark's apartment as just another cape thing lol. fully "not my clowns, not my circus".

also i just love the idea that eventually, the batkids are comfortable enough with Clark that they trust him to protect them, they trust that he won't let them be hurt on his watch. they're safe in his/their apartment, they're free to roam the space and take what they need without the fear of being Seen and captured, or hurt - Clark's senses lets him keep track of where they are, so he doesn't accidentally step on someone or close them in a drawer they can't get out of. of course this also leads to an eternal headache for Bruce, who will literally never stop worrying, and Clark, who has to deal with these menaces who suddenly think it's fine to go borrowing whenever Clark has guests over :') which means Clark has to try and herd the borrower bats like feral kittens who are practically (and sometimes literally) scaling the drapes, trying to keep them from being Seen (but of course Lois has already Seen them. she's Lois). a fact Clark is oblivious to.

[dc-gt-plantbox-ideas]

Omg yaasss I love this, Clark is there giant Dad and they feel so safe with him.

Bruce still thinks the boys should be more careful but I feel like some part of him is also really happy his boys feel so safe with Clark, the person who fell in love with also makes his children feel safe wishing his mind means he made a good decision.

[the-gt-fairy]

So for the Batman g/t request.

How about this. While Jason was on patrol with Dick he was making fun of Dick for no longer being taller than him since Jason’s return. And Jason making fun of him saying you may else well not be called a big brother.

But a little while later, BOOM A MISFIRE OF SOME MAGIC OR GUN that suddenly makes Dick big. And just the grin from Dick.

“What were you saying earlier.”

Hope this fuels your creative mind XD

He's back to being Little Wing now