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[mcgomega]

DPxDC Dead Tired Prompt: Cult of the Lamb AU

(Preferably fantasy setting, with tribes and pagan lifestyles, like in the og game. But I wouldn't mind a different setting, like modern or medieval or even post-apocalyptic)

There was a prophecy that a member of the Drake clan will release "The One Who Waits" and bring an end to the Old Faith. To prevent this, the Bishops of the Old Faith hunted down the Drake clan till the very last one.

Tim is that last Drake. And he was executed.

But this was exactly what "The One Who Waits" was expecting. When it seemed like Tim died, he was brought to stand before "The One Who Waits", also known as "Phantom". Phantom explained to Tim, that he will bring him back to life and share his power with him so that he could avenge his clan. But in exchange, Tim must work tirelessly to set him free from his prison. To do so, Tim must start a cult in Phantom's name, gain followers and influence over the land of the Old Faith, and slay the Bishops that imprisoned him.

With not much of a choice in the matter, Tim accepts the terms of his new divine benefactor, and sets out on a quest to become a cult-leader.

Along the way he learns why Phantom was imprisoned, who imprisoned him... as well as about who Phantom was before he became "The One Who Waits".

And he may or may not have developed some feelings for the mysterious deity he's worshiping.

[twoni-art]

Fanarts for Pitch-Dark Shades

by SummersSixEcho

One of the best Dead Tired fics that I have ever read. I really love the mystery and the funny investigating moments!

[devotedlydeepestbluebird]

Constantine takes a deep, concerned breath. "I don't think that's a good idea. The Ghost king...." Batman frowns at Constantine's reticence, "surely they can't be that bad."

A grimace crosses the magician's face, "it is that bad, actually. The last king was Pariah Dark and he was so terrifying his subjects ran the fuck away- subjects more powerful than some of our heaviest hitters, mind you- an entire race of the immortal and overpowered dead, terrified of one man. And the new king defeated him... in single combat."

The league exchanged looks. Yeah, ok, that didn't sound too great.

Wondewoman huffed, "Well is there any other choice? Or do you still need to summon him?" Constantine stared at her for a moment, before glancing at the monitors, where various different scenes of Undergrowth collapsing citities play on loop. A begrudjing sigh leaves his lips and he takes a swig from the flask at his hip, before rolling his lip between his teeth. "I suppose not." He glances around at the table of heroes, and Zatanna meets his gaze with a matching look of fear-horror-concern.

For a moment, he merely fidgets, the cigarette in his hands a prop, the alcohol in his flask gently swaying, before he sighs again. "If we're going to do this, it's better thay we go to him. Summoning the ghost king..... there'd be no greater dishonour, and we really don't want to piss him off more than our mere mortal presence will. We'll have to... well have to go to him, and hope that he'll let us go, and maybe even help."

Once again, the League share concerned looks, increasingly wary.

"That's not how things are normally done, is it? Don't you normally just summon the entity here?" Flash asks.

Constantine huffs. "Yeah, for normal entities. Not for the bloody king of the Infinite Realms, overseer of the dead, alive, and those in all the Realms of the in between, before and after. Summoning him here without prior permission would be a death scentence- or worse, minding he controls what happens after, as well. No. No, we'll have to go to him- a sign of submission. Meet him in his home court and be as polite as fucking possible to the fucker in the hopes he'll let us out in one piece, willing to help."

Wary looks are exchanged once again, but after a moment of murmuring and a loud CRASH from the monitors showcasing Undergrowth's attempted reign of terror upon New York, the Justice Leage agree.

Ten minutes of debate, Constantine drawing up the reverse summoning circle, and Zatamna explaining the little knowledge Justice Leage Dark have of the Ghost King's court, and what to expect when arriving at the presumably extravagant exterior, outlined by ghostly henchmen, and finally they turn to the topic of who is actually going to meet the King.

It takes another five minutes of debate over who exactly should go with, until finally Wonfer Woman, The Flash, Batman and Superman are stepping up beside Constantine in a carefully drawn circle, leaving the rest of the League to watch in concerned anticipation, and to hold the line if they never return. A final nodd in farewell, and Constantine's changing pulls the five into a whirling cylinder of light, sound and rushing colours.

They arrive with a harsh THUMP, wooden floorboards creaking under their feet, and to an unexpected screech, with Wonder Woman catching a batarang to her head on reflex.

The five heroes stare down in shock as three heads pop up from the covers of a large bed, nestled into the wooden walls of Rook, the world's second greatest Detective (and, depending upon who you asked, the world's first greatest Detective), CEO of Wayne Enterprises' gently floating boat. In the middle of Gotham's definitely toxic marina. Not the Infinite Realms.

For a moment, they all just stared. The league found their Mouths falling open I'm slight shock at the sight of a three men- one with blond hair, another with black, and the last recognisable as Rook himself- stared back.

Taking a deep breathe from his cigarette, Constantine grimaced. "Hi. So, we want to talk to the Ghost King. And my summoning circles are practically never wrong. Who exactly will we be speaking to?"

The three men in the bed exchange looks, a silent conversation passing between them, before Tim and Danny gesture towards Bernard, cuddled up against them.

Taking a deep breath, Constantine nods. "Right. Well then, your majesty..."

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DpxDc AU: Tim as a child was never given a lot of information regarding the scribbling messy handwriting that appeared over night all over his arms- naturally he came to his own conclusions.

Tim Drake was home entirely alone at 9 years old and was about to go out for the night to test his brand new long exposure camera lens when he sees the writing on his arm. It’s not English, like he assumed it was at first, but it was using the alphabet to represent… Tim isn’t bad at math but this formula is complex for his little genius brain.

Looking at his camera, he decides he can spare a moment to look it up, solve it, and get back out into old town Gotham in time for Batman and Robin’s final patrol lap. He does just that, finding the problem to relate to some aerospace engineering and then quickly deduces what laws and theorems need to be applied. He finds a pen, writes down his findings in much neater handwriting onto his arm, and goes out. It’s barely a remarkable night at all. He gets a much more memorable photo of Robin roundhouse kicking a hench person.

Things just continued on that way. Tim would find some complex math, physics or chemistry prompt on his arm (surrounded by various question marks or notes or sad faces)- he’d answer it as best he could and move on with his life. Perhaps his parents were manifesting these pop quizzes? Perhaps his subconscious felt guilty about abandoning his studies for more Bat related pursuits? Tim really didn’t care to think much about it once he became Robin- there was too much on his plate and too many peoples problems for him to fix.

Notably, however, after the attack at the Tower, the pop quiz appeared and Tim wrote back that he wouldn’t be able to find an answer to this one. It was the only time Tim questioned the markings appearance and it was because the next thing that appeared was “Hope you feel better soon.”

… his parents wouldn’t include that on a pop quiz. Cursed then. Tim decided it must be a curse, whatever, he’d deal with the implications later in life.

Tim then has the worst year of his life, hes 15, no longer Robin and the questions from his curse are getting less math oriented and more… philosophical. A lot of mentions of death that, in hindsight helped him actually grieve, and a lot of theories about dark matter and souls. Tim answers back as best he can but he’s drained and his answers aren’t very good in his opinion. He gets minimal feedback.

It all comes to a point that he’s at a family dinner, Bruce is at the head of the table, Jason has promised just to stay for dessert, Damian hasn’t thrown a single insult his way and Steph was laughing at him- when a new theoretical model appears on his arm.

“You’re just as bad as Bruce, Timberly. Hiding a soulmate from all of us, how fucking typical.” Jason points out, while watching Tim scribble back some math with a question mark onto his arm.

“A what? No, this is just a curse. I get pop quizzes every now and then.” Tim bats away Steph who rapidly approaches and began to analyze his arm (the rest of the family isn’t far behind).

“Drake. Explain how you came to this conclusion.” Damian seems more curious than anything, if his lack of insults was anything to go off of.

“Since I was young I’ve had at least weekly math check ins, I never had a parent or anyone else around so I assumed my parents had me cursed to ensure I stayed on top of my studies. Sometimes it’s physics or chemistry, for a while there it was a ton of philosophy and behavioral psychology.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Master Tim, I believe the lack of adults in your life has led you towards a false conclusion. That is most certainly a soulmate mark. The individual to whom you are responding is undoubtedly your other half.” Alfred attempts to calm the room before explaining to Tim. Tim isnt sure if he believes the butler, though Alfred only very rarely lied, so he grabs the pen once more. He writes his first question back: “Who am I to you?”

The room waits in anticipation and within moments a brand new line appears on Tim’s arm and he is vindicated: “We do math together???”

——

The reason Danny is failing English is because his built in homework helper sucks ass at metaphors and has apparently never read any classic literature. The tutor on his arm is great at puzzles and math tho.

Danny gets a reply back one night that he wasn’t expecting (Who am I to you?) and he mentions it to Jazz. Who goes insane that Danny didn’t even question it and just went with “meh, probably haunted” as his explanation for the phenomenon for all these years.

Apparently, if Jazz was right, he had a soulmate who was uh, super fucking smart. That was an overwhelming thought.

The next day Danny is in crisis mode and writes back “Wait, WHAT AM I TO YOU??? Can I help on your homework??”

Danny gets vindicated when the writing on his arm presents a shit ton of dates and information for an unsolved Gotham cold case. See, Haunted.

———

Eventually between Danny becoming the top candidate for astrophysics at Wayne Enterprises and Tim Drake being outed as having contributed tips to the GCPD that solved cold cases- they meet and realize just how dumb they’ve been.

[kallmemeimei]

Moments I can see happens in Deadtired’s life: Before they dated

It’s a bit more descriptive from the previous one idk why

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Those neon green eyes which were usually cheerful and bright, now held inexplicable darkness. Phantom’s usual easy-going character was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a man who reminded Tim of an icy jagged mountain peak, cold, sharp and unfathomable, stood in his place.

“You keep provoking me again and again… Hey, Tim, I know I’m usually too lazy to bother with things but i’m still a man.”

Perhaps because Phantom usually either had a lazy or cheerful smile on his face, which made him look easy to get along with, Tim only found out now that when Phantom puts away the smile on his face and stared at Tim expressionlessly, the hair-raising feeling that made him tense immediately prevailed.

The slightly heavier breath swept across his cheek and neck, and lowered, raspy voice was filled with intimidation. The young CEO who always had plans and schemes in his head was put in a rare position where his mind was coming in blank and stood frozen against the wall, even holding his breath unconsciously due to nervousness.

Confident azure blue eyes no longer held the daringness it had before, but was replaced by a cute and docile look, reminding others of a cute deer. Phantom seemed to be quite satisfied with the current Tim, and despite being expressionless still, Phantom returned to his previously friendly demeanour. The previously ice melted to show warmth again.

“Don’t challenge my patience with yourself again, okay?”

“……Yeah.”

Completely suppressed by the other party’s momentum, Tim subconsciously nodded, only breathing a sigh of relief once Phantom phased out of the room.

“What’s up with him?”

Tim’s back that was still pressed up against the wall, gradually slid down until he reached the carpeted floor due to his weak legs. He covered his face with his hands, but through the gaps between his fingers and his exposed ears, it’s still obvious that his face was bright red.

“He usually acts so silly and dumb... Why is he being handsome all of the sudden…”

Meanwhile, as the target of Tim’s criticisms, Danny just casually nodded and greeted the other members of the Wayne family whenever he came across them. Except for noticing the fact that Phantom’s ears were slightly green, no one would have ever thought what this ghost had done before.

Danny, who maxed out his acting talent stat for a short moment, returned to the guest room he was staying in for now and closed the door. Then he instantly squatted down and suddenly covered his face with his hands, his whole body exuding the feeling of, “it’s over, it’s over,””the bats are going to kill me,””i’m so embarrassed,””please let me permanently die now.”

“Holy shit. I actually said that??? Ancients, what gave me the guts to say that??? Fuck. Does Tim hate me now??? I think I just unconsciously used my aura as king… No, no, no, I should go find Clockwork and convince him to let me travel to the past so I can punch myself!!!”

The coward who had completely entered self-destructive mode had already started blabbing nonsensical things, but just when his shame was starting to overwhelm him, the expression of Tim, who had pinned against the wall by him before, began to unconsciously emerge from his mind.

Blue eyes, widened by shock, looked like a calm lake that suddenly had stones thrown into it under a clear sky. His slightly trembling lashes made him appear fragile, and it made Danny feel like a small, soft animal’s fur was brushing itself against his heart. His pale lips were reddened by how much he was pressing them tightly, subconsciously catching Danny’s attention.

And... remembering the heat from the feeling of his ear being gently bitten by Tim earlier, which hadn't completely dissipated yet.

—Ahhh, you can't escape, Danny.

——Just admit it, Tim.

The fingers covering their faces almost sunk into their skin, but this action didn't help reduce the blush on their faces. Although they were in two completely different places, Tim and Danny surprisingly had the same actions, both covered their reddened cheeks with their hands, squatted on the ground and tried to curl up.

——You've fallen for him! (x2)

[minnesota-fats]

How should I have Jack Fenton enter the fic I am writing while tracking down Jazz (who is at wayne manor trying to find danny)

Spontaneously find himself in the Batcave in the GAV

Knock on the front door looking near tears (and the proportions of Bane)

Some other dramatic way that you will have to share in the comments.

Voting ended onAug 28, 2024

This is for my fic Tearing of Heartstrings that is on chapter 10 rn!

Go read it if you are interested!

[mcgomega]

You look like a Good Robin...

My submission for "Haunting Heroes" Discord server game "Guess That Artist: Meme Redraw"

(green version and OG meme below cut)

[mcgomega]

Cover for me and @jocejoce1001's fic.

Did I have to go so ham on all the details? No. Did I have fun? Heck yes!

Link to the fic on Ao3 (the second chapter will be posted soon)

Some variants under cut: