#constellation freckles

Red Hood jumped out of his hiding place behind an old crate and took aim. As the gun discharged he muttered to the being floating behind him. “Phantom! I told you not to find me when I’m at work!” The ghostly king was looking longingly at Red Hood, curled around the arm of the crime lord. “I know, I know,” the ghostly being complained, “but you look so pretty when you’re shooting at people.”

Hi @eri13 ! I was your Phandom Truce gifter! Sorry for getting it in so late, I may have been a little overly ambitious and I had to cut down the sizing a tad 😅 But I think it came out well!

You said you liked Batman crossovers (same!), DannyXJason, and one of the prompts was for ghost king au, so I kinda combined all three. I hope you like it! Happy new year!

The background is a screen grab from "Secret Society Part 1" from the 2001 Justice League show

I’d still like to finish the bigger piece one day (draft of which is down below) but knowing me idk if that’ll happen 🥲

On a starry night over the City, two known figures take a break...

"You know Danny, your glowing freckles are not that useless after all. Now I can spot the constellation much easier!"

"Ehm... you're welcome, Val?"

I'm cute all the time? and when I try i can be really pretty too

I have super soft skin and hair? people just walk up to me and pet My arms and face All the time

I always say bless you to people who sneeze? no matter what

I'm so smart? Like some of my intelligence is specific but the things I know about I usually know a lot about

I can bake? Sometimes I have mishaps but I always care about what I'm doing and I believe that baking doesn't count unless you're making enough to share

I just want people to be happy all the time? And to like me? To the point where I prioritize their health and happiness over my own which isn't good

i write poetry? And I write it about mundane things? because I believe there's a lot of beauty and power in normalcy? And the writing Often isn't very good but I'm okay with that because I think that poetry should just be allowed to exist without the pressure of being good or well liked just to mean something

cats like me? Maybe because I let them bite me/scratch me in play and I don't get mad at them for it I don't know

I smile all the time? I have really terrible resting bitch face and so almost every moment of the day I am making a strong conscious effort to smile and spread happiness

I think I give pretty good hugs? It's hard to determine but I think so

over my collarbone I have a set of freckles that look like a constellation? How incredible is that? The universe wouldn't do something so lovely if it didn't want me to have a good life

somerimes I'm kinda mean? Or I say things without thinking fully About their impact? But I work really hard to be kind and I always apologize And feel bad about hurting people because I hate the idea of using my words and my voice, which are so important to me, to spread darkness and unhappiness