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unknown forces compelled me to draw this
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I think about pokemon in non-battle situations a lot. Like pokemon who have been trained/raised to be helpers and assistants than to be battle partners.
Pokemon visiting hospitals to cheer patients up like dogs and cats do. Or ones that help kids learn to read, speak, swim, go through therapy?! Even pokemon who’s abilities help owners with specific disabilities?!
I love thinking of pokemon outside of battle situations.
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Service Pokemon!
SERVICE POKEMON!!!!
Pokemon Heritage Post
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"I want to be a dragon."
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Ghost tag is a high impact contact sport
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The Eldritch Coffeehouse-DCxDP prompt-part 2(I guess)
Elle had a way of convincing people. Like how she convinced Damian Wayne that they were now best friends and to come over to her family's business after-school.
Damian was only going along with this because of the prodding of his family to make friends. This wasn't something that came easy to him as no one would understand him. But Nightingale had been more understanding than most in his life. She was very...nice. She had these big ideas that always went ahead of her and plans that were larger than life. She always had too much energy and found it hard in school to get it out. Naturally, she was head of the track team but she'd always complain about wanting to join the music club.
Jon had met her once while trying to sneak up on them at the end of the day. She pinned him in a triangle chokehold until Damian called her off. Damian didn't call her off immediately though.
She was still more apologetic than he liked.
"I can make it up to you guys. Let's go to my family's café! We can eat ourselves sick on pastries and cake! My brother should still be making hot chocolate right now!" She told them.
Damian was nice enough to tell Dick where he was going and to not wait up. Alfred was already in the car in front of the school and drove the three to the...graveyard?
"Thank you Mister Pennyworth! Do you want to join us?" Elle asked loudly but politely.
Alfred accepted graciously and agreed to stay for a cup of tea before heading back. He would come pick up Damian later.
The walk through the graveyard was daunting for Jon and only for Jon. It wasn't as scary as he thought since it was only the afternoon and the weather was warm. A few cats rested on tombstones soaking in the heat. A few birds gathered here and there hunting for worms and seeds. There were food and water dishes here and there for the felines and fresh seeds sprinkled on the grass for the birds.
"I usually clean and change the food dishes in the morning. But Dan likes to feed the birds."
Elle walked the row of mausoleums until she stopped at one and pushed the stone door open and a skipped down a stairs and opened the smooth mahogany door in the café.
Behind the counter a young man stood pouring drinks.
"Elle you're back. Take this cup to table 3." He said putting a cup and saucer on a serving tray.
"I just got here! At least let me change or tell you we have guests." She whined but picked up the trey and marched over to the table.
"Guests? I'm sorry. Welcome to the Catacomb Club. How can we make your afterlife?" He said smoothly.
"Elle said we could eat sweets," Jon spoke up first and Damian elbowed him.
"Oh? Well, we have a batch of leftovers from this morning. Since you're her school friends you can get some from the kitchen." The barista said.
"Yay! Thanks Danny!" Elle had returned and opened the door to the backroom to grab some fresh plates and loading them up with sweets.
"Anything I can get for you, sir?" Danny asked Alfred.
"Just an Earl Gray. Or an Early Grave as you call it on the menu." Alfred said.
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Elle presents a variable buffet of sweets to the boys. She really meant it when she said eat themselves sick.
The menu had no shortage of available snacks:
Tombstone Tarts – Mini fruit tarts with gravestone-shaped pastry toppers. (Jazz's pick)
Phantom Opera Cake – Layers of dark chocolate and coffee mousse with a smoky glaze.(Save a slice for Danny's SPECIAL guest (Jazz STOP)
Ethereal Cheesecake – A white chocolate cheesecake with a "foggy" vanilla glaze (You can just slap the word ethereal on things when you can't come up with something witty.) (Watch me)
Shadow Éclairs – Black cocoa éclairs filled with blood orange cream. (DANNY STOP EATING THE ORANGES) (no)
Soulful Scones – Charcoal scones served with berry jam and clotted cream.
Midnight Mocha Cupcakes – Chocolate cupcakes with espresso buttercream and a ghostly fondant topper. (Ew fondant)
Cemetery Soil – Chocolate pudding "dirt" with gummy worms and cookie gravestones. (Dani ate all the gummy worms again)
Wraith Cupcakes – Vanilla cupcakes with smoky gray frosting and sugar ghost toppers. (Dani's favorite)
Blackberry Bat Muffins – Dark muffins with blackberry compote and bat-shaped toppers. (Save some for that Cass girl)
Candied Skull Pops – Lollipops shaped like skulls in eerie colors.
Necropolis Nougat – Black and white nougat with bits of candied nuts and dried fruit. (Dan's favorite) (Weirdo)
Spirit’s Whisper Bark – White and dark chocolate bark with ghostly swirls and edible glitter.(please don't let Dani eat the glitter)
Moonlight Marshmallows – Homemade marshmallows in ghost or crescent moon shapes. (Danny's favorite)
Blood Velvet Rolls – Red velvet Swiss rolls filled with red cream cheese frosting. (Dan's favorite) (you can't have more than one favorite) (watch me)
Just like the rest of the menu there were comments going back and forth.
"The workers seem to argue constantly." Damian said bitting into a tart
Jon was making his way through the cake pops first.
"Well, we are family. We argue all the time but we don't mean it. Although I'm still mad they didn't like my dessert list." Elle sighed.
"Like what?" Damian asked.
"I had so many ideas like Eyeball pops filled with jelly, Bloody Bones white chocolate covered in raspberry syrup, or Maggot Macaroons with gummy worms in them," Elle said wiggling her fingers to mimic worms. "But Jazz said they were too gross sounding to sell. Humans have such weak stomachs."
Damian wanted to point out that Jon wasn't human and even he turned green. Damian on the other hand was intrigued. Elle was always entertaining to listen to.
The three enjoyed their snacks after Alfred finished his tea and took off.
Jon's Kryptonian appetite helped get through the bulk of it because Damian stopped short to not spoil his appetite.
This was wise since the Cafe preparing to switch to its bar setting with a more lively Jazz band and dinner menu.
Jon groaned at the thought of more food as he rested his face on the cool polished wood that smelled faintly of rose incense. He should have noticed by now that something as off but his stomach has been a major distraction. Had it been his father then who was trained to sense the issue the jig would have been up.
You see, they were the only mortals in the room.
Not one heartbeat could be heard. Jon should have known so much earlier when Elle managed to surprise him without her heart rate going up.
"Dani- I mean Elle?" A voice from the kitchen called.
A young woman with long red locks came into view. Her dress, a 50s style black tea-length poodle skirt. Instead of the usual poodle pattern on the hem, there was a white skeletal cat. She had on a pair of balck frilled short gloves. Other than her dress she wore an apron with a black ribcage design that matched the uniforms of the other workers/family members here. Her teal eyes softened when she saw Elle sitting with her friends
"Yeah, Jazz?" Elle asked.
"Do you still want to go on stage tonight or do you want to stay with your friends? And do you still want dinner?" Jazz asked in succession.
"I'm still going to do my set. And can I get carbonara and a glass of...um..." Elle struggled to find the word for the liquid that every undead in the area came here for. "My medicine."
Damian's ear picked up the hesitation in her voice.
"You take a perception?" Damian said perhaps a bit thoughtless since not everyone wants to talk about their medical issues. But he had never seen her take medicine at school and didn't know a medication that would be taken later in the day that wasn't also taken early.
"Kinda, it's something I have to take to keep living. But it like it, the juice I mean. You'd like it too but you don't need it. Dan is kinda stingy with who gets some. You types aren't allowed. Only members." Elle knew that this place was an open secret. It's not like they kept their ghostly nature secret. Everyone just thinks they are keeping up the theme while they were all completely serious. Besides lying isn't their nature.
Still, Elle wasn't being completely honest which isn't something that comes naturally to her. Bending the truth will have to do.
Damian let it go for now. He didn't need to know her medical history...yet.
Jon was taking a nap now anyways. Damian stole his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to the Kent family in case they wanted to know where Jonathan was.
Ellehad to change clothes into her uniform and grab her violin. It wasn't a surprise to Damian who knew she like music but he had never heard her play. Now she was on stage playing with the folk band as the guest clapped and danced.
Jazz brought out some food for them to eat while Danny traded places with a tall burly man who was definitely the eldest brother.
As Damian ate he listened to Elle play...well the band play but it was mostly Elle who he was listening for. He heard a familiar voice from behind his booth and when he looked over it was none other than Jason fucking Todd talking to the bartender. Talking? I meant failing miserably to flirt and having the tables turned on him easily.
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Just your average coffee shop AU-DCxDP prompt
What do you do when you've been blacklisted from every coffee chain in Gotham?
You have to find other sources.
That is Tim's current predicament but he put out a few messages out and an informant got back to him about a new café that opened on the outskirts of the city.
There wasn't much else on it other than the fact that it was located in an old cemetery. No details or anything.
Desperate for the black icker that made up his blood by this point Tim went.
Walking down the cobblestone path Tim began to doubt if the shop was real. The decrepit tombstones seemed to be the only people here but as he passed the mausoleums he saw a single stone crypt that had a sign.
Hours:
Tues-Saturday 12pm-3:00 am
Sunday: All day
Mon: Closed
(Vlad Masters is banned)
Tim opened the stone door and heard the faint sound of violins and saxophones. A staircase led deeper to an aged wooden door.
The rusty door henge screeched as he opened the door like a doorbell. The room was a lounge with plush seats and smooth wood tables. A dance floor was in the center currently occupied by well dressed patrons. The scent of fresh dark roast coffee filled the air. A band played live music, it was a blend of gothic folk and Jazz. The booths were filled with a few patrons cheering for the performers as they drank coffee and played cards.
The counter where he could order his drink was a bar. Despite what you'd assume they weren't selling alcohol at least not yet. The man behind the counter beckoned him over.
The barista dressed in a white dress shirt and a black buttoned vest embroidered with a ribcage design. He had fingerless gloves with matching skeletal hand design. The man's face was a pale bit warm tone with a blueish green hue on his cheekbones. His lips were a dark ashen black with a subtle shine. It was probably just the aesthetic.
"Evening, traveler." His voice practically purred as he greeted the weary young man"The rhythm's alive, and the spirits are waiting—how can I make your afterlife?"
"Coffee. Black." Tim said gruffly despite to get it in his system.
"Oh, you got it bad, don't you? Let me get you something that will actually help." The bartender said turning to brew a cup.
Tim's eyes scanned the chalkboard menu that hung above the bar.
Hot Coffee Drinks:
Graveyard Brew – A rich dark roast with a hint of smoked caramel. (Tucker's pick)
Phantom Flat White – A smooth flat white with ghostly foam art. (Danny's pick)
Latté of the Damned– A spiced pumpkin latte with black cinnamon dust. (Jazz's pick)
Eternal Espresso– A bold, double-shot espresso.
The Velvet Casket – Mocha with dark chocolate and a touch of vanilla.
Sepulcher Spice – Chai-spiced coffee with a hint of nutmeg. (Val's pick)
Necromancer’s Nitro – Nitro cold brew with a dash of maple syrup. (Dan's pick)
Iced Coffee Drinks:
Cold-Brew Crypt– Smooth cold brew with a splash of sweet cream.
Chilled Cadaver– Iced coffee with coconut milk and a shot of hazelnut. (Dani's pick)
The Frosted Requiem – Blended mocha with chocolate drizzle.
Soulful Swirl– Iced latte with caramel and a swirl of blackcurrant syrup.
Moonlit Macchiato– Vanilla macchiato with activated charcoal. (Sam's pick)
Tim definitely sensed a theme here.
"I added a few shots of expresso and some dark chocolate liquor. It should get you right and some minor heart palpitations. I think I'll call it 'The Black Veil'." The barista smiled very cat-like.
"Am I getting my name on the board?" Tim quipped without thinking as he sipped the hot coffee. Actually, it was cooler than he thought it would be. It was the perfect temperature. And the taste was amazing.
"Only if you're a regular and I think your drink might be too much for anyone else." The barista laughed softly.
"So...this place is pretty um...gothic?"
"This place used to be just for the dead but we've recently over up to the living."
"Heh, I get it."
"Get what?"
Tim coughed awkwardly. He didn't want to stop talking to the goth barista yet and the quality coffee was convincing. Maybe it was the environment. It was like walking into a different world.
"So what's this place called? So I know what Im coming back to." Tim tried to sound cool but let's face it, he's been beat.
"This is the Catacomb Club. Where the spirits swing and the night never sleeps. You should come again soon, cutie. I think I got a good surge of inspiration just looking at you." He purred in delight as he leaned over the bar tapped Tim's cheek.
Tim felt his face burn, the touch felt like electricity tickling his skin. A string of babbling seemed to come out of this mouth as he tried to respond.
"Heh heh, don't keep me waiting dear," he laughed "Oh, and by the way. My name is Danny. Catch me in the early shift. My brother works the late shit mixing the alcohol. But if you want you can catch me on the stage or on the dance floor. I might even make you an extra cup or two." Danny said.
Tim found his footsteps on the way up lighter and only when he made it back the cematary gate did he notice.
He never paid.
Dan: ANCIENTS DAMMIT DANNY YOU CAN’T KEEP GIVING AWAY FREE DRINKS TO WHATEVER TWINK WALKS IN HERE.
Danny: You’re not the boss of me!
Dan: I am LITERALLY the manager?!?!?
Dani, sipping her drink at the counter: How’d he even find the Catacomb so quickly? We only started offering service to the living world a week ago.
Danny: Tucker found him on the dark web. Apparently he was blacklisted from every café in the city and was “going to die” if he didn’t get decent caffeine.
Dan: Overdramatic AND looks like he just walked out of the morgue? He really is your soulmate.
He had to meet a contact at some underground spot. Jason that was.
The contact was just Constantine, he said he had the info Jason wanted.
It was pretty fucking hard at first to find the club. It wasn't like the cemetery wanted a lot of light this late so you need a flashlight to find your way. Who opens a club in a cemetery anyway? At least it was secretive.
Pushing past the stone door and into the cellar the entire atmosphere shifted. The place felt different but in a good way.
The scent of polished wood, coffee, and wine was heavy. A Jazz band played songs that were from long before Jason's time as people swing danced like it was the 20s. But there was something off about them. A part of him just screamed that they were kindred spirits. Maybe it was the clear shared love for the classics.
Jason scanned the room for John and was alerted by text that he'd be late. Jason sighed and decided to head to the bar to order a drink. And what a drink he found.
Not to be rude, he didn't stare or anything but he was hot. The man tended the bar was tall matching Jason's height easily and then some. Muscular with his white dress sleeves rolled up halfway up his arms. He had an unbuttoned black vest with a skeletal ribcage pattern. His back was turned and Jason saw the spinal cord design that stretched up the length of his back highlighting the curve of his back. His long white hair was tied into a ponytail that swayed as he prepped drinks.
When he finally turned Jason saw a pair of eyes like fresh blood in white snow. You could tell he used the barest amount of makeup from the gloss on his lips or was that just his skin? Jason couldn't tell.
"You ordering?" He said gruffly it almost sounded like a growl. It didn't sound rude, more sultry beastly.
Jason quickly scanned the drink specials on the board.
Cocktails:
The Midnight Swing – A dark rum and blackberry cocktail.
Corpse Reviver No. 7 – A smoky mezcal twist on the classic.
Ethereal Elixir – Gin, elderflower, and glowing tonic water.
Graveyard Sour – Whiskey sour with activated charcoal.
The Tombstone Twist – Vodka, cranberry juice, and lime juice.
Sepulcher Sangria – A deep red wine blend with blackberries and blood orange. ( I ate all the oranges. Sorry :(. Go get more brat.)
Shadow Martini – Espresso martini with a hint of vanilla.
Cadaver Cooler – A chilling mix of gin, cucumber, and mint.
The Phantom’s Breath – A smoky bourbon and absinthe cocktail. (Hilarious Dan. Rename it. NO)
Six Feet Deep – Tequila, triple sec, and a dash of black lava salt. (Dan's pick)
Non-Alcoholic:
The Afterlife Spritz – Lime, ginger beer, and a splash of grenadine.
Moonlit Mocktail – Lavender syrup, lemon, and sparkling water. (Jazz's favorite)
Cemetery Cider – Chilled spiced apple cider with a cinnamon stick. (Dani can't have anymore. Not fair! Cinnamon gives you a rash)
The Ghostly Glow – Lemonade with blue curacao syrup and tonic water.
Eternal Fog – A cold iced tea in frosted glass with dry ice for effect.
Jason wanted to laugh at the drink names. The sheer irony of ordering any of these drinks was palpable. Six Feet Deep sounded like the one he'd get the most kicks out of. but before he could order it the bartender interjected.
"Easy revenant, you don't need to order the drinks we pour for mortals. I'll get you a proper drink." He said grabbing a tall shot glass and a bottle from under the counter. The thick green liquid sloshed around in the container. It glowed a radioactive Lazarus pit green.
The acidic liquid smelled strongly of death, a strange sickly sweet smell mixed with rot and acid. Just like the pit, but somehow instead of churning his stomach, it was pleasant.
"A shot of the pure stuff. Fresh too. It's not like the sewage you guys have around here." The bartender grinned wolfishly smile showing a set of sharp canines. "You're long overdue for a taste. It'll calm the spirit."
Against his better judgment, Jason took the drink. It tasted amazing, as it satiated a craving he didn't know he had. Like a long-forgotten memory returning. He felt something settling inside him, anger and resentment going from a shout to a mumble.
"Uh, thanks. I needed that. I think." Jason said with an edge of confusion.
"You can think me with paying for it. Money or Drachma, we take both." He said taking the glass and putting it in the sink.
"Drachma?"
"If you don't have enough I don't mind taking a drink of you instead. Although, I can't guarantee I won't drain you dry."He laughed.
"Stop flirting on the job! We need a Tombstone Twist and Phantom’s Breath. Also, rename it asshole!" A boy in his late teens barked at the man. "And fix your tie."
"Shut it brat." The bartender said in annoyance.
"You are always so strict with rules Mr.Manager, so don't get mad at me." The teen said crossing his arms before leaving to take orders.
"Is he?" Jason asked
"My brother. An annoying one at that." I am the only other one old enough to take charge besides my sister.
I get it. I have brothers too." Jason responded, "All of them get on my damn nerves."
"I couldn't take the thought of having another one of us around." the bartender laughed so deeply that it rumbled in his chest like a growl.
Jason paid for his drink with a bit extra on the side.
He had a feeling he'd be back soon.
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Danny lives in a horror horror movie-part 2
Once again this is inspired by surrealist horror books and podcasts. This is mainly inspired by Welcome to Nightvale more directly with other influences as well.
The people of Amity Park are strange. The entire town was off.
Wes, the teenager that worked late at the gas station was not the talkative sort but he gave quite the few clues.
"You aren't from here aren't you?" He said cleaning the black blood off his face.
"Uh, no. We are hero sent to investigate-" Superman tried to explain but Wes began laughing.
"Heros?! Haha! That's a new one. Alright, nutcases you got me." Wes laughed "New people are great. I only get locals these days."
"Wait, so no one outside the town comes here?" Batman asked, still trying to keep this investigation on track.
Wes went silent.
"No one comes here. This gas station is on the edge of town." He picked up his book again.
"If no one comes to this town why is there a gas station built just outside the city limits?" Batman asked this time more firmly.
"Let me specify. People tend to come here once. People come into town every once in a while and they stay. They don't leave. No one leaves." Wes didn't sound like he was making a threat just saying what he believed.
"That's not normal. Why would that happen?" Batman asked.
Wes sighed deeply as if he had this conversation time and time again.
"People don't just end up here. Usually, the ones that come here are those that want to leave their old life behind. They don't look for this place they just end up here. Sometimes they get freaked out but they settle like the rest of us and just make their place here." He explained but he really didn't feel like it.
When another question popped up Wes just turned his radio to a station and turned it all the way up.
"Good Evening citizens of Amity Park. It is another beautiful night here in our quiet little town. Here at the local public broadcast station, we wish you a great day and we hope that you remembered to not leave your shoes outside your door. Amanda Sawyer forgot last Saturday and hasn't been seen since. Please remember or end up like poor Amanda. This was a warning from the town's public health committee." A young but not too young voice said over the radio. "You know that is the mark of a caring local government. Sure they spend so much on bloodstone alters and bi-yearly mandatory festivals but we all know it's for our health and happiness. Now moving on to current events: A group of strangely dressed visitors are in our town. They are at the Cabbymart Gas Station at the end of town. They are asking Wes a lot of questions and Wes as always is in a bad mood. Hang in there Wes we all have those days. Retail am I right? We'll check in later with an update as this story evolves. Remember to welcome our visitors when you see them. Until then here is the-."
The broadcast was switched off as Wes turned to another station.
"Who was that? What was that actually?!" Flash asked hysterically.
"That's just Danny. He works at the radio station now." Wes grunted still not in the mood.
"Okay but how did he know we were here? We just got here and we haven't even gone into town."
"He just knows. I don't even get what you're asking! Why wouldn't he know, he reports the news?! Look can you guys just buy something or leave?" Wes said exasperated.
The heroes had little chance of getting more answers out of the teen so they went into town. Despite it being past midnight now the people of Amity Park were up and about. Watering their gardens and talking in front of illuminated cafés. They all looked carefree and jovial. Even a woman greeted them like the sight of people dressed in capes and spandex was normal.
But things here seemed out of place. Things just didn't match. Bloodstains made patterns into the sidewalk like children's sidewalk chalk.
The buzz if the radio station broadcast could be heard from window sills.
"We interrupt this broadcast for our sponsor Subway. Subway: Eat your cold dead heart out. Now with that out of the way an update on the revolutionary ghost situation. The mayor had formally declared that he would be kept at the museum where he could parade about however he liked. I'm sure the children of the town will adore his charming way of shooting at nothing and spending an hour to reload. There is also an update on the amusement park now that Mr.Stiches caretaker role has been filled by my friend Sam we can expect the horror house can finally reopen for the season. Buy tickets now. And lastly the update on the stangers in town. The brightly colored fellows are still meandering around town. I wonder what they're thinking. Probably things like: Where are these bloodstains from? What are we doing here? And most importantly. Will I ever see my family again? All good questions."
Amity Park was a strange place. But the people liked it that way. They never blinked twice at the horrid and horrific thanks that happened. Perhaps they were monsters in their own right but unlike the jaded masses of Gotham, they were downright jovial about it. In their world, there weren't demonic entities or ancient gods. What they experienced were things, undefined by mortals. Reality blurred with something else, somewhere else. So they adapted.
It was when the heros was a group of children attacked this Thing with long knurled limp and lips like puss-filled sacs under the watchful eyes of parents did they understand. They were the monsters here.
"Another win for Girl Scout Troop 667 in their hunt. Their parents must be so proud. It brings me back to 4th grade when all the children were kidnapped and brought to the library by the monstrosities we call librarians for the summer reading program. Had it not been for Valerie and her high reading comprehension score and display of berserker rage tactics we would have probably all died. I still remember as she stood over the body of the fallen librarian with the bloodied book Hannibal held aloft. She was an inspiration to us all and the reason we fled to the woods to train under her as her children's militia. Books and knives in hand we well-read warriors set out to keep our town safe. Remember kids of Amity Park, we look to heroes like Valerie and the clawed librarian's hand that hangs around her neck as a symbol of pride. Don't forget to return your library book. The librarians are still alive and while the most feral ones have been disposed of there still is a small population of them left in order to preserve the local food chain and they can smell late returns."