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Since my tag list is becoming unmanageable, I'm going to use this post for notifications for my dp x dc Delivery Ghost story.
How this works: Hit the little bell icon to turn on the notifications from this post. Since the reblogs are restricted to only me, there will be no clutter of dozens of notifications about every reblog. Whenever there is a new chapter out, I will update this post and post a link to the new chapter.
Additionally, the fanfic is now on Ao3, so if that subscription system works better for you, that's a good place to keep up with the story.
Chapters 1-5 were posted on tumblr without proofreading. Check out ao3 for slightly cleaned-up versions. Chapters after that are identical on both platforms.
AU where Danny is in a serious relationship with someone, and they've had the marriage talks but Danny hadn't proposed yet, but he's planning it.
Except
His significant other wants to beat him to the punch, so they go and make contact with some Gotham folks who can get THEM in contact with people willing to use a specific ritual to sacrifice them to The Ghost King (Danny) as a bride.
Cue the Bats, having heard of whispers of this new cult who rose up trying to give a "bridal" sacrifice and doing their thing to swing in and stop it. Only the "sacrifice" is mildly panicking yelling for the cultists to finish it quick.
The ritual works and the "sacrifice" is gone. Bats aren't happy, Cultists are cheering even as the bats ziptie them.
Anyway a few minutes later as the Bats are cleaning up and collecting evidence and the ritual circle lights up again and suddenly the sacrifice is back with a Eldritch-adjacent being with a crown next to them that is basically RADIATING with happiness and embarrassment in equal measure. The sacrifice looks at the cultists and just goes, "He said yes!!!" The cultists cheer.
Meanwhile Danny, Ghost King and mildly Eldritch fiance, is talking with the bats and getting all the cultists freed and falling all over himself apologizing for the trouble, really, but it was all consensual and nobody got hurt and his partner really does have a flair for the dramatics don't they? It's very obvious to the Bats that Danny isn't THAT sorry about all of this because of how happy he seems to be to be engaged with said dramatic partner.
Said partner is already talking with the cultists about being in their half of the wedding party. (They've all really bonded during all the work leading up to the actual ritual.)
Suffice to say, Batman is not at ALL thrilled and somewhere in the world John Constantine feels like he's going to have a stroke and doesn't know why.
Danny, now 20, having graduated from High School, had decided to make tech for a living. He knew he was good at it, after years of de-escalating his parents inventions. Unfortunately for some reason he can’t seem to not make weapons. He even made a Death Ray without any parts that are needed for a Death Ray!
Even worse, somehow the Justice League heard of a potential Rouge making weapons and are now in his workshop.
Danny is given the parts to make a box fan by batman. Somehow, with the entire league watching and him following the instructions, he builds a fully functional lightsaber. Then just looks at it.
The league are baffled. Batman deconstructs it. Puts it together again. It's a box fan. Danny's status as potential rogue is elevated from 'possible crime lord' to 'mad scientist on step away from turning'.
And he’s really trying his best not to! He truely does not know how this is happening, he just wants his IKEA furniture to stop shooting holes in his walls
"Sorry i reported you" scam making it's rounds here.
I'm not even banned.
Vague details.
Doesn't just start with the reason for contact.
You submit help to www.tumblr.com/support or help.tumblr.com. NOT the links provided in the photos.
the proof of email photo is crunchy as hell. Looks old too.
Why do i have to contact them to confirm my innocence. lmao.
What is the scam?
You rush to prove your innocence to the email and they will respond back to you needing to verify your login info and then steal your account. easy. Discord and Steam have a version of this too.
*nods* Facebook had a scam like this too where they'd pretend your account was about to be deactivated because you "weren't using it" so "click the link" and "login" to yada yada. Same school friend who shared that scam to her friends ended up with spam posts on her account not long after.
I had one like this on discord… figured things out very quickly and blocked the person. Not after contacting the support (via proper means 😂) with a very confused (and ig confusing) message
Superman desperately scanning the street during a fight to find the most morally acceptable car to throw at his opponent, knowing that not everybody has insurance, and loss of transportation can ruin a life -
A wave of incredible relief washes over him as he spots the hard geometric lines and silver paintless sheen of a Cybertruck.
I’m reading Return of the King, and have just reached the chapter called “The Tower of Cirith Ungol,” in which Sam makes to rescue his master.
Something notable about this is that Sam has put on the Ring not once, but twice so far - and both times, his experience has been markedly different than Frodo’s.
Firstly, his vision is impaired. Everything he sees is somewhat obscured by a dark fog. It’s unclear whether this is an effect of the Ring entering Mordor, or if that’s just what it does to him specifically; after all, the Ring acts differently for each Wearer.
It’s the second effect that’s really interesting. You see, for some reason, the Ring improves his hearing. In both instances, he can hear orc-chatter from afar, as well as tumbling rocks and the foaming of Shelob. But what’s really wild about this is that the same never happens to Frodo.
Because the Ring reflects the Will and Strengths of the User, I can only assume this means one thing.
The One Ring empowers Samwise Gamgee’s eavesdropping.
The space boy finally fulfills his dream among the star ☄️ (I don't even know what I tried to do here, I did it in class, the time recorded in procreate was 3 and a half hours, although I felt it was more, anyway, I love Danny just being a little astronaut )
masterpost (note that Caroline is not necessarily the best narrator about DID/OSSD, she's just trying explain her experience as she see is [in this story])
“He didn’t,” Caroline gasped, careful not to spill her wine as she leaned forward.
As soon as Dick realized that Caroline didn’t normally get to share and see the world through Tim’s eyes, he had been a fountain of stories about the family. “He did. There was a green tint to his skin for weeks. Sure, the distraction worked, I was able to slip away, but at what cost?”
“You ask that as if Bruce had any dignity left to lose,” Caroline pointed out with a raised brow. “I’m not sure there was even any to lose by the first time that I met him.”
“Oh, no, god no,” Dick said. He leaned forward to snag another piece of the dragon roll. “The cost wasn’t Bruce’s dignity, it was the fact that the fountains have never been dyed green for Saint Patty’s day again! We lost a great tradition that day.”
“A very noble one,” Caroline said somberly.
“Verily,” Dick agreed. He polled the piece of sushi in his mouth and leaned back to drape himself over the couch. He really could lounge. “How long have you known Bruce?”
“You mean you’re trying to figure out how long I’ve been around,” Caroline said.
Dick shrugged, looking only slightly cowed. “Yeah. Is that rude? I don’t want to offend you, but I can’t say that I’m not curious.”
“You’re a Bat, of course you’re curious,” Caroline allowed. She took a piece of sushi too, so that she had some time to think. “I haven’t always been around, just because I simply can’t have. Or I don’t think that I could have, because I think Tim was the first, but I don’t know when I haven’t been around. I have some unclear, fuzzy memories from before, but my first clear memory was when I was there to front for Tim’s first Gala. He was so scared about it. He didn’t want to upset his parents.”
“They weren’t your parents too?”
“No, never,” Caroline said with a vicious sort of certainty. She glanced up and caught Dick’s sympathetic look and gave a wry smile. “Do you know how badly it would have been if the Drakes knew that I existed? Or Alvin once he did? We would have been shipped off to some asylum disguised as a boarding school and they would have tried to fry me out of Tim’s brain. No, I was just there to perform admirably at galas. That was my first mission.”
Dick face was twisted up in a thoughtful little frown as he stared up at the ceiling. Caroline felt privileged that she got to see this side of Dick. She knew that he didn’t like to seem unhappy around many people.
“Didn’t Bruce pick the name Caroline Hill?”
“He did,” Caroline said.
“But…” Dick waved in her direction.
Caroline shifted and folded her legs up to her side as she thought how to explain. “I didn’t have a name. I was simply… the Woman. I think that I’m based a lot on Janet, even though she would have hated that, but also the other woman that we saw at galas. Calm, efficient, and in control. Tim knew I was there, but not… that I was? Or how much I was. I might have not even known. But when I was needed for his mission to be Caroline Hill… I don’t know. I suppose it’s a little like when Pinocchio became a real boy. Suddenly I had a name and a real mission, one for the life Tim loves. It was transformative.”
“And you’ve been… growing? Is that an okay word?”
Caroline shrugged. She didn’t mind the word at least.
“You’ve been growing ever since.”
“I suppose so,” Caroline agreed. She took a sip of her wine. She wondered how much Tim would hate her for explaining this, but someone needed to know. “After this injury, Tim hasn’t really been himself. I think maybe because he doesn’t know who he is without Robin. In all of that thinking… I don’t know how to explain it really, but I guess that there was some more room made for me and Alvin. Alvin might not much want it but God, Dick, I love being alive.”
Dick smiled. “Does that mean you’ll be around more.”
“I have been the last few weeks at least. But I promise that I’m not trying to take over from Tim,” Caroline said in a rush as it occurred to her that Dick might be worried about it. “I’m just enjoying some time out and about and some, ah, mutual interests and—”
“Caroline, calm down,” Dick interrupted. “I’m not worried about that. Whatever works for you and Tim is all that matters. And, well, Alvin. I just thought that if you’re going to be around more, we should make sure you have some things of your own.”
Caroline blinked, surprised. “Like clothing?”
“Definitely like clothing,” Dick agreed, “but also foods you like and even decor. Like, Tim has a spare bedroom, right? We could make it up as yours or at least a space that’s more your tastes.”
“Oh.” Caroline swallowed back the threat of tears. She wasn’t going to cry, damn it. “I—yes, I’d like that.”
“Shopping trip!” Dick said. His wine splashed on the floor as he threw his arms up in the air. “Oh, oh! What about inviting some of the other girls on the shopping trip?”
Caroline covered her smile with a delicate hand. “You’re not a girl.”
“Bitch, I can rock a skirt,” Dick said as he struck a pose.
“Fine, you wear a skirt for it and you can invite the other girls,” Caroline said before she could second guess it. “But you have to explain me to them before it and make sure that they… that they won’t mind me.’
City Pigeons Bleed Green, Part 31
masterpost cw: strongly implied off screen murder and discussions about it
“Do you need me to pull the car over so that you can put your make-up on?” Jason asked.
Tim shot him a withering stare. “Do I look like I need you to pull over so that I can do my make-up?”
“See, I know better than to answer yes to that,” Jason said cheerily, “but I also don’t want to deal with you poking out an eye with a mascara wand.”
“I’m not going to poke out an eye putting on mascara.”
“Or bitching the rest of the drive because your lipstick is slightly crooked.”
Tim paused. “…okay, that I might do.”
“And we’re pulling over!”
“Fine,” Tim sighed, “We need to spray your skunk streak black anyways and change.”
“I can’t believe their uniforms are really all white suits,” Jason said as he looked for a convenient side road to pull of onto.
“I know, have they never heard of no white after Labor Day?” Tim asked as he dusted something over his cheekbones.
Jason snorted. “Yeah, cause that’s my problem with the all white suits. Nothing about them being impractically easy to stain.”
Tim hummed. “White is easy to bleach, think lab coats and hotel sheets.”
“That only solves the problem if they don’t have to go anywhere before they can get the stains out,” Jason pointed out.
“It works if they think that they’re immune to any repercussion of having stains,” Tim said. He set the fluffy brush he had been using down. “How often do you think they walked around with Danny’s blood like it was nothing?”
Jason gripped the steering wheel so hard that it creaked under his hands. “Never again.”
“No,” Tim agreed. “Never again. Not any of them.”
“I hate that we can be as final with all of them,” Jason said as he forced himself to relax his grip.
“I know, but the organization is better handled by the Titans and Justice League. Bringing the law into their end will have more lasting effects than bring an end to their agents.”
“Damn bureaucracies,” Jason grumbled. “Always someone else to fill in a spot.”
Tim hummed in agreement. “If taking out agents and bases was enough, the LOA would be long gone, trust me.”
“Oh I do, Timbit. It’s why you’re the one in this car with me. I don’t have any illusions about your hands being clean or worry your commitment wavering.”
“Good, it won’t.”
“I know.”
Jason turned the car down a road and off to the side where it was hidden between tall rows of corn. Tim leaned forward to continue his make up. He really was the best chameleon of them all, even the old man. Jason tried not to think too hard about what that meant for Tim himself. Things were better now, that was enough. He grabbed the can of hairspray from Tim’s bag.
“There’s contacts in there for you too,” Tim said. “And put in the pomade before the spray so that it doesn’t run. You need to slick your hair back for that government lackey sort of look.”
“Glamorous. Is that why your shade of lipstick is so horrific?”
“Bland yet obligatorily feminine,” Tim replied with a flutter of his eyelashes.
Jason snorted as he set about running enough pomade through his hair to make a 1930’s man proud. He stepped out of the car to use the can of spray color and clean his hands off. The dusky contacts were popped in next before he fussed with getting his hair swept over just right and the sides pressed flat against the his head.
Tim finished about the same time with his wig, so Jason grabbed both garment bags and spread the one out on the trunk for Tim. By the time they were back in the car it was like Jason Todd and Tim Drake were never there. Agent UU and Z settled easily into the seats and continued on their way.
“We’re not making a mess,” Tim—or double U— said some time later.
Jason growled.
“I know, but we need to keep this clean.” There was just the right amount of lilt to the voice to sound like a determined woman who had spent to long fitting into a ‘mans’ world. “This is just the GIW cleaning up two assets before they can be picked up and spill secrets to the cops.”
“What’s the plan then?”
“The pen in your pocket is really a needle with a very quick acting sedative. It paralyzes. Everything.”
Jason nodded. “Okay. Act like we’re extracting, get them apart to gather vital items, stab them?”
“In the neck.”
“Okay.” Jason pulled the car to a stop in front of bland suburban house.
As if they had practiced, they exited the car in sync with one another, slight tug to their white suit jackets and everything, and approached the door in a matching clipped pace. Tim was a step ahead (a woman would be better received) and rang the doorbell before crossing his arms behind his back. Jason made himself breath as the door opened.
“Dr. Fenton,” Tim said. “Agents UU and Z. It’s urgent that we come inside, the GIW is breached.”
“Hey, Dami,” Danny called softly as he settled onto the edge of the lower bunk that Damian was in. On the floor, Jon snorted and turned over to plan his face in Ursa’s fur.
“We are supposed to be sleeping,” Damian said even as he scooted over to make room for Danny.
Danny settled into the offered space. “Yeah, but I knew you weren’t asleep either.”
“No.”
Danny made a little noise of agreement back. He should have thought of how to say what he needed to say before he came down. He felt lucky that Damian waited until he got there. “I’m not going to leave you behind.”
“What?”
“I’m not going to leave you behind,” Danny said again. “I know I can fly and I know that it scares you that Jon and I both can and have powers, but neither of us are going to leave you behind.”
“I am not—”
Danny reached over and grabbed Damian’s hand. “It’s okay to be scared of losing people that you care about, but we’re not going to leave you behind, okay?”
Damian tsked, but he tangled his fingers with Danny’s, so Danny figured his brother got the message. He was pretty sure Damian wouldn’t leave them behind either.
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