#blurps

This is what it looks like when I’m just sketching out ideas to myself to make sure I remember them XD XD XD. I did a whole bunch of these last night and these are the DP x DC ones. Ideally I’ll expand these later.

12.2.23

Clockwork is an automaton

DP (optional DC)

The Observants always give each Ghost King the same present at their coronation; the Master of Time, wiped clean to a blank slate, for the King to program his personality as they desire.

Honorary Ghost Batman 12.2.23

DP x DC.

The ghosts come to the erroneous conclusion that Batman is a ghost, and then start gaslighting themselves even further into believing it, helped along by Batman's competence and Danny interfering.

Two Idiots and a Child(?) 13.2.23

DP x DC. Superman, Batman, Danny Phantom.

Ya'll remember golden age Batman and Superman? Way way before comics got all dark and gritty? Yeah, DP x DC with them.

Young, dumb, Batman and Superman who have only just met, openly eachother's best friends.

All of Amity Park's ghost nonsense happened a decade or two ago and the rest of the world ignored them, wrote it off as a tourist-trap town.

Laszlo would like to invite Reader for dinner. Reader dress so nicely. They even get to know each other. Laszlo impress of your skills. They enjoy eating, and chatting nicely. After that they are in carriage and take Reader home and Laszlo give a kiss on the back of the hand

Blurps: Laszlo x Violinist! Reader.

AN: Did I take time to make a mini moodboard for this? Yes. I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: none.

Head empty just:

Laszlo stood at the entrance of Sara's office. It was pretty much empty as night was starting to fall. Sara was out, Laszlo only passed by to grab a few documents. He didn't expect to find anyone, especially not you, and especially not hear such sweet music coming from the office. You had taken the opportunity to be alone in Sara's office to take out your violin and practice a little bit. You had immediately accepted when your friend, Sara, had offered you a job in her Detective's agency. You had been working on a case with John Moore and Dr Kreizler for a few weeks now, you barely had any time to practice anymore. 

You had your eyes closed as your fingers worked the cords, as your hand moved the bow to make them vibrate. You were wrapped in a bubble that Laszlo was too afraid to break, yet couldn't resist admiring. It made him think of his past, when he played the piano. And for once it didn't bring back envy or anger. Simply nostalgia. Only the thrill of the high notes and the passion for each story the symphonies sang. 

When you finally reached your last note you opened your eyes. You jumped slightly at the sight of Laszlo standing in the doorway. How long has he been standing there? You didn't even hear the door open!

"Dr Kreizler!" You spoke, putting your hand to your chest still holding your bow.

He looked flustered for a second before smiling. 

"My apologies. I never meant to startle you. I came by to pick up some documents but… I couldn't resist admiring your performance." 

You blushed at the compliment. Admiring? Did he like it? 

"Thank you… I appreciate it." You answered with an honest smile. 

Laszlo seemed to think for a second. He fidgeted with his fingers while trying to find the right words. 

"Would you be my guest for dinner tomorrow night?"

Your eyes widened in shock. Was he asking you out? 

"We could discuss music and other… things." 

You smiled a bit. The doctor was usually so eloquent but right now he seemed to try his best to find his word. 

"I would be honored Dr Kreizler." 

You smiled at him, as he smiled back at you. 

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The next day, you were thrilled at the idea of dining with Laszlo. You had gone through all your dresses mentally to pick up the best one. You didn't want to embarrass him as he insisted on taking you to a restaurant. More than anything you were so happy to get a chance at knowing him better. Sara kept smirking at your obvious nervousness. 

When night came, you stood at your door as the carriage arrived. You had picked your prettiest dress. And Laszlo found you stunning, the compliment making your cheeks burn. 

The restaurant was beautiful, expensive, you felt tiny, but Laszlo kept you grounded to him. You found yourself easily discussing, always finding new topics. He complimented you again on your skills and you blushed again. You enjoyed these moments, where questions on each other's hobbies were easily answered and led to many more questions, unraveling each other's personalities. You could feel yourself becoming more and more entranced by him, and little did you know that he was more and more fascinated by you. You were a little sad when the night came to an end. The ride back in the carriage was still filled with your constant conversations. 

When the time came to finally let you go, Laszlo walked you to your door. Unable to tear his eyes from you, his mind raced trying to find an idea to see you again in such an intimate setting. 

"Thank you Laszlo, I had a wonderful time tonight." You said as your eyes never left his gaze. 

"I'm glad. So did I." He said taking a deep breath before asking:

"Would you be my date for the opera this weekend?" 

You watched as a very light blush spread across his cheeks, and you smiled. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. 

"Of course. I'd love to." 

Laszlo nodded with a smile, before taking your hand to drop a soft kiss on the back of it. 

You could feel your own blush spreading across your cheeks and chest. You bid yourselves good night as you walked inside. You let your back rest against the front door, head back, biting your lip. Laszlo smiled brightly jumping in the carriage. The same thought running across both your minds: 

"I'll see him again"

Do your stuff. Especially if your stuff is weeting, toodling, and blurpsing.

>>Hard at work, you find yourself tucked away behind your workbench. Rolls upon rolls of various fabrics piled against the walls and flanking detailed concept sketches of various commissioned pieces scattered about in loose piles. Having finished setting up the boutiques displays for tonight’s clients some time ago, you’d turned your limited downtown into productively. Finally tackling the mountain of ballgowns are dresses you’d have to sew for the annual ball soon. 

>>Your old, polished phonograph bathed the showroom in a soft elegant tune you hummed along too as you handstitched a length of thick brocade. Your only company a row of beautifully dressed mannequins displaying your latest personal collection in the shop window. The lonely setting having grown quite customary as of late. 

>>It seemed, however, as the bells chimed above the stores front entrance that you were now host to a living breathing guest. Without turning your eyes from the fine detail work pinched between your finger tips you addressed your new found companion. 

HC: Date Nights with Vision x Reader

AN: there we go, it's a bit short my apologies, I hope you like it !

Warnings: none

Head empty just:

Vision is a romantic man.

He absolutely adores preparing or taking you on date nights.

At the beginning he had a hard time wrapping his mind around the idea. He had seen it in one of the many shows you watch together and immediately thought about doing it for you.

The very first time, Vision wanted to make something special. Intimate. He had tried to prepare dinner for both of you (even though he doesn't eat). He set the table, roses and candles flooded the apartment. Your favorite movie was ready to be watched together right after said dinner.

When you got home you were more than surprised to find Vision running around, arms full of roses, plates and trying to turn off the fire alarm. Because yes. Too many candles do end up setting the alarm on. It was adorable of course. The Intention was there and that's all that mattered. The dinner had been just as much as a disaster, no taste buds don't help the poor man.

So you did end up ordering pizza and watching your favorite movie on the couch, cuddled up. You kept trying to reassure him that it was fine. You were absolutely honored by his efforts and you were in bliss no matter what.

But Vision is no man to give up so easily. No.

This time he has everything prepared. He had picked up your favorite take out. There was, pillows and covers piled up on the roof where he had managed to put a projector screen for you two to watch a romantic comedy. Favorite fruits, drink and cake as well. This time it would be perfect.

So when you arrived you were absolutely shocked to see it all, and thrilled of course. He was smiling ear to ear and enjoying every moment of it. You knew he just loved spending those moments with you. To make you feel cherished and loved. He was new to these emotions and sometimes it was hard for him to form sentences that would best describe them. Even though sometimes he was almost poetic with his choice of words. So acts like this are something that he enjoys doing.

With time you end up scheduling a date night every week. Sometimes you prepare it, sometimes Vision does and sometimes you both do. It goes from going to the cinema, to staying at home for a spa night. You assure him that cucumbers are not only for consumption. Bowling had become his favorite date night, perhaps because he wins all the time. (It shocks the staff to see him manage strike after strike effortlessly). It doesn't matter what the activity is, he always finds a way to make it special.

You both enjoy those moments away from work and everyone, where it's only you two in your bubble.

One thing that never changes is the cuddling afterwards. The way you fall asleep in his arms. He doesn't know if one day he'll be able to properly voice out or show you what it feels like for him. But in those moments you are the world to him and he can't stop himself from already preparing for the next date night.

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