@giftober 2024 | Day 13: “Reactions”
Gaz and his adorable nose scrunch (or his stank face)
Ghost on his leave as a caretaker of random kids that saw him and said "mhm, yep, that scary, scarred man is trustworthy and won't kidnap me"
(Based off Armache's story lmao)
Johnny just wants to see Simon happy😭♥️
(He's desperate dw)
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Call of Duty
Bleed into my open mouth will you, won't you? by @kaadaaan
Summary: Simon Riley never learned to let go. He lets the pain follow him, swallow him, devour him whole. For once, he wants to be the one who consumes.
This ghoap fan art!!!
Call of Duty
@bi-writes, @dante-mightdie, @yooo-lets-go
Divider Credits:
@strangergraphics-archive - bats
@huraxy - webs
happy mermay! one sturgeon soap for you <3
— Frank Bidart, from "The War of Vaslav Nijinsky";
Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016
The Batcave has a “Do Not Talk To Me” couch. It’s sacred. It’s unspoken. It’s real.
okay so. picture this:
the batcave has one couch. it's in the corner. it’s hideous. it’s like beige or green or something equally offensive to every one of their aesthetics. no one likes the couch.
and that is exactly why it became sacred.
because one night jason just. drops onto it. full gear. bleeding. absolutely done with life. says nothing. doesn’t even take off the helmet. sits there in silence for 3 hours and then leaves.
next week tim uses it. sits there post-mission. face in hands. someone tries to ask if he’s okay and jason throws a batarang at them.
and thus it began.
Rules of the Do Not Talk To Me Couch:
You sit there? No one speaks to you.
You cry? No you didn’t.
You eat cold noodles off your chest at 4 a.m.? That’s sacred time.
If someone tries to comfort you? They are excommunicated for 12 hours.
Dick (sitting on the couch):
Damian: Grayson, are you—
Jason (from across the cave): HE’S ON THE COUCH.
Jason: I don’t make the rules.
Steph: You LITERALLY made the rules.
Jason: And I am the defender of the rules. There’s a difference.
one time damian storms in. covered in blood. absolutely furious. 10/10 rage goblin energy. throws his sword. marches to the couch. sits. arms crossed. steaming.
tim takes one look at him and goes: “i’m making tea.”
jason: “that’s acceptable. tea is allowed. talking is not.”
bonus:
once bruce sits on it.
and the ENTIRE CAVE goes silent.
tim literally freezes mid-typing. cass stops mid-flip. jason just mutters “oh shit.”
they all leave. immediately.
the couch is not ready for bruce.
extra bonus:
alfred vacuums around the couch. never says a word. leaves snacks in a silent offering. once placed a weighted blanket gently on jason’s shoulder. that’s different. he’s allowed.
riley: [barking]
price: simon, please make riley stop
ghost: [starts barking too]
riley: [barks back]
ghost: he says he won't
price:
price: this base is a fucking nightmare
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
(so mad i can’t see straight) Yeah i just don’t think chat gpt is a good classroom tool