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Danny: These numbers are off Clockwork: What? No, that can't be possible. Let me see that. Danny: *Hands over log* Clockwork pulling out a glowing calculator: Hmm hmm *Fast typing* Oh shit, these numbers are off. Danny: What should we do? Clockwork: We have to do a wash. Otherwise, the number of souls within this timeline will be unbalanced and cause the collapse of that world and its connection to the Realms. Danny: How do we do a soul wash? Clockwork: Well, there are too many souls on this Earth. We could kill one of them off or send one of our own there to balance it out. Danny: I don't feel comfrotable killing- Clockwork: Understood. *stamps paper* You will be sent to this Earth and live an everyday human life to create the wash. Thank you for your ten years of service in our department. Enjoy your transfer. Danny: Wait- Danny: *Suddenly standing in the middle of a human road as a living, breathing twenty-four-year-old* Danny: Ten years of service and instead of a raise or a promption, I have to live with human problems again. Not even a lousy pen. Dick,, having watched him pop out of thin air: I don't know what you're going through, but I'm rich. I can buy you all the pens you want if you come with me to answer a few questions. Danny: Why you word it like that? Are you a cop? Dick: Yes I am Danny: .....that's hot.

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I love the spider mask

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I'm not completely sure if you ship it (I've only just now fully checked your blog out after seeing you in my favorite ship tags) but is there any chance I could request Haunted past (danxdanny) in your TLK au?

I’m unfortunately not a multi shipper kind of person, not that I don’t mind seeing the art around for other ships, it’s more of a thing where I don’t desire to draw / contribute content to them. Bitterly broken is only an exception to the rule because, to me, it is just another flavor of pompep ( people are free to disagree).

however, here is a sketch of TLK Danny and Dan , finally getting along.

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"Call dibs! Call dibs!!"

Green Arrow isn't sure what that means, or who the white haired meta teenager barreling towards him is, but because of that desperate plea he knows not to shoot.

Then the teenager goes through him, and stops directly behind him, using him as a shield as another meta, this one dressed like a vampire or something stops in front of Green Arrow.

"Daniel, enough. I am willing to take the task of educating-"

"Dibs."

Green Arrow blinks.

The vampire blinks.

"Beg pardon?" The vampire asks.

"Dibs. I call dibs." Green Arrow repeats.

He has...a vague idea that he's probably calling dibs on the kid behind him, for hero training purposes if the jumpsuit is anything to go by. Honestly, he hadn't even meant to say dibs, he'd just heard the vampire guys voice and hated it so much he called it.

"You have no idea what you're-"

"Sidekick. This is my sidekick now. I called dibs, you didn't." Green Arrow shrugs in a 'what can you do' motion, quietly grabbing one of his arrows specially made for supernatural entities.

He got it from a business called 'Fentonworks', and he hopes it'll actually do what it's namesake says, and work.

"I am working in his best interest!"

"And I called dibs."

"He doesn't even use arrows!"

"I've just decided I wanna learn how to use arrows," the kid breaks in, winded.

Green Arrow nods sagely.

"See? He's just decided he wants to learn."

The situation devolves from there and Green Arrow ends up shooting the vampire in the ass with one of those Fentonworks arrows, finding out that yes, they do work as intended.

Afterwards, he's left with an exhausted meta teen, who didn't use that fight as a chance to run away, like what would have been the smart thing to do.

"Sorry, I also need you to get these off of me," the teen says, holding out his arms and revealing a pair of metal cuffs.

...

Green Arrow shouldn't have aimed for that guys ass.

He should have aimed for his dick.

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#CEASE AND DESIST

Cheese and desist

top ten cheese

at the same time?

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Meme redraw never disappoints

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I hate the fucking "Ts pmo" comments on tiktok. like bro are you getting chased by the fucking flash? why do you not have the time to write a four letter word?? I once met someone who only talked like this, and it felt vaguely like they were casting a spell because every word had at least two letters removed, like think was spelled thk and like. why?? girlypop you are scrolling tiktok you have the time to type properly

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Halfa reproduction

Dp world building idea

Human souls do not make for very powerful ghosts. The worlds they live in are simply too far removed from the realms to be exposed to the right amounts of Ectoplasm, their lifespans too short to build up any sort of ecto signature that might let them live on after death. More often than not they do not form ghosts at all. Their deaths are the equivalent of a tiny displacement of air. Even the most liminal of people do not become much more than blobs, only the very core of their identity imprinted unto the Ectoplasm that clings to them; the vague notion of humanity, sometimes a particularly strong emotion, very rarely accompanied by an instinct to accomplish some goal. A distant echo of what might have been an Obsession.

It's a good thing, in most respects, because otherwise the realms would be absolutely flooded with them. They breed young and breed quickly, their sapience causing their timelines to split and intermingle near-constantly, exponentially increasing their number with every minute decision. Their lack of ectoplasmic aptitude is counterbalanced by their emotional intensity, their ability to cooperate and the fact that their multitudes allow every single facet of a problem to be examined simultaneously. Indeed if they did regularly show up in the realms it would no doubt be absolute carnage.

Thankfully, as numerous as they are, the worlds they inhabit are incredibly rare.

Humans are exclusively the denizens of what has been dubbed ‘congenital realms’, they are creatures of the cosmos that exists inside the core of a very particular species of ghost.

A halfa. The rarest type of ghost in existence and one that, by all accounts, can only be formed from the body of a human.

It's a strange survival strategy, even amongst the denizens of the infinite realms, akin to cloning or asexual reproduction in contrast to the twining of cores that is typical in the creation of neverborn.

At any one point a halfa might be incubating any number of its kind, keeping them safe until they are strong enough to enter the realms on their own or even just to let them live out their entire existence inside the core of their parent. That might be a factor in the species’ low numbers; the fact that they do not always show their face in the realms at all.

Clockwork has, throughout the eons, met more halfas than perhaps anyone else. The very first being he met upon his death had been what some might consider an ancestor to the modern halfa. A cat-like creature in the way a shadow might resemble anything in the dark. Its body sleek and cloaked in shadow, it guided the newly born concept of time into its core and kept him warm amongst the primordial waters of what might have been the very first earth.

In the now, Clockwork has even molded his appearance from that of a human. He finds the form pleasing to the eye, and the hands are practical. The variety of human presentation is a joy to cycle through. The Fear that such a shape strikes into the core of a ghost is quite pleasing as well.

The thing about halfas, in contrast to the beings in their core, is that they do make terrifyingly powerful ghosts. They are ghosts who are not held back by their obsessions; they are able to mold themselves, able to evolve and change and grow. They are not beholden to a single obsession, nor are they chained to one once it is formed.

They do not start out that way of course, not at all, they start out clumsy and starving in what is typically a very ectoplasm-poor environment, the atmosphere of the realms filtered through their parent and broken down into the building blocks of their world. But if they manage to survive and break through to the realms? There is no ceiling to their ability.

Most denizens of the realms are stagnant, they are frozen at the point of their creation in temperament and power.

Halfas are not.

The last, and perhaps most crucial, fact that is known of halfas is that they cannot be Ended. A halfa has died once and will never die again. They are as infinite as the realms and even if their cores are smashed or melted or eaten and digested - they will reform. It might be in pieces and it might be with wounds that never heal, but their existence cannot be wiped out.

Even for a world of immortal beings, such a fate is difficult to comprehend.

Most halfas choose to sleep, once they have existed for sufficiently long. They find a place they deem safe, somewhere they will be undisturbed, and they retreat into their cores, never to return. There has been much speculation on what this behaviour means, on what actually happens, when a halfa goes to sleep.

Even Clockwork doesn't know, but he likes the idea that they are living alongside their fellow humans, perhaps as gods. Or perhaps they let themselves be born over and over again, to experience life in a million different ways. No one knows.

Clockwork is the keeper of a small handful of such sleeping cores. Each of them was once a dear friend, their contributions to the history of the realms a thing of legends and their impact on Clockwork himself no less impressive. He keeps them in his personal chambers at the very top of his haunt, made comfortable on silk pillows with emotionally charged items scattered artfully around them.

It is impossible to describe the horror that grips him when he finds one of them injured. A deep-seated nausea pulsating throughout his current form, exacerbated the longer he stares at the little trickle of ectoplasm that rolls down over the bright red fabric. The shell of the core has cracked, like an egg hatching, like something is trying to get out.

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Op became a greek god. and then got advice from what I assume is another greek god

I was a limbless body floating in the vacuum of space for what felt like years. All of a sudden, a rotting corpse with a black cat’s head called to me by the name Phobos.

It spoke to me in a language I didn’t understand, but I agreed to whatever it said.

I was then sealed within a planet and spent hundreds of years experiencing life through the eyes and ears of the inhabitants (namely one girl who I later found out looks suspiciously like Aphrodite) of this planet.

Years pass and a black shadow begins to envelop the whole planet, exposing me at the very center. It looked at me with sockets where eyes should be, and warned me that I’ll end up back where I started.

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There's a new face at the Justice League Hall of Justice.

Actually, it's a lot of new faces, cuz it's a tour group.

But Plastic Man is stuck on one kid who seems to be in a real sour mood. Plastic Man is also in a mood...a mood to be nosey.

So he disguises himself and slides in next to the upsetting spaghetti teen.

"Something wrong? Lights too bright? People too loud? Can't grow a beard?" Okay, the last question is a little mean.

He's about to apologize, but the teen stops, tilting his head.

"Oh, so that's what's going on," the teenager says, sounding puzzled. "I don't think I'm a guy. Huh."

"...What like, you don't feel manly enough or...?"

"Nah I just. I don't think I identify as a dude."

Plastic Man is in shock. Plastic Man is in awe. Plastic Man may be over his head, but he will not back down from this!

A random teenager just came out to him, HIM, as trans!

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Danny, genderfluid, has been feeling off all day.

It's when a random dude that smells like a brand new Barbie Doll mentions beards that it hits him. Hits her.

She's not a guy today.

People have been referring to her using masculine pronouns, and she's masculine presenting.

Damn.

She should really pay attention to her mental state better, huh?

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Selfie with the bfs! Commission for @andramion!

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Mine

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genuine question to anyone who wants to answer, because I feel conflicted but my english professor doesn't think I should be feeling weird. so, we're doing an ai program just to like "learn how to use it" but we're listening to a video about women/african american ppl in stem, and then asking an ai version of them questions, and that just feels iffy to me? I asked if the people know were doing this and only got "oh, well all the information is public! :)" and it just. feels weird?

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I actually enter “what are you, a cop?” Into apps that ask for gender and have a custom gender option, so whoever looks at statics for those apps might see it

Ah yes, the 3 genders. Male, female, and “what the fuck are you, a cop?”

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A touch of healing

You got thrown out of bounds by Storm's tornado and are trying to get to your team to heal them. except Lin and Adam from the enemy team have better plans for you.

warnings: manipulation sort of, abrupt ending but otherwise nothing.

You rolled your shoulder in pain. Sporting a limp in your walk, and a swollen ankle from your teammate Storm's carelessness. Safe to say you were upset. likely because you were you didn't notice the two men sneakily walking behind you. they stalked closer, and closer until one of them swooped in front of you. Hovering just a few feet away. Out of shock you backed into the other assailant, and were greeted with a white eyed mask staring down at you. "No!" You squealed and squeezed through the small space between them.

A healers nightmare. Iron Fist.. You were lucky he wasn't with with Parker. Or else this might've gone differently. Instead Adam was there to mediate his brutality. So you figured you could try to reason with them. "Please, don't hurt me" A pleading edge to your voice.

Lin crossed his arms. The eyeholes of his mask widened in surprise. "We saw you get wiped out by your own team and felt bad." Adam finally dropped to the ground. Shoulder to shoulder with Lin and he nodded. "It's so barbaric how they treat you. Five duelists? They couldn't have sent a tank with you?" Lin frowned. "Or another healer?"

You couldn't deny your conditions weren't the best but what did that matter to them? You stayed quiet. Wondering how you'd get out of this situation. Lin cocked his head to the side. And placed a hand on his chest. He dramatically scoffed. "Just know, I'd never hurt you! Not when you're already being treated so cruelly. C'mon, we just wanted to ask if you needed some help."

Adam nodded and waved at you, a golden energy lit up his fingers as they wiggled at you. As if he was taunting you with his healing magic. "I could help you.." He said softly. His voice was so tender, and emotional. As if you were lovers and he was trying to soothe you. Lin slipped away from Adam to wrap his arm around your shoulder. You flinched, and cautiously squirmed, but once you felt his warmth you stopped. "I'd protect you. Unlike Iron Man or that stupid witch." Were they seducing you to their side? Or trying to keep you from healing your team? Either way they had you occupied. You'd never gotten this much attention before, especially not such love and affection.

"That sounds very nice but I couldn't betray my team." You reasoned. Trying to convince yourself more than them. your knees buckled and Lin's arm carefully swooped around you in an instance. Within seconds he had you bridle style. Adam hovered off the ground and he drifted around you and Lin.

"The team that couldn't be bothered to protect you? Or send someone to help you heal them?" He said. Lin chimed in too. "Not even someone big and strong enough to handle our Hulk and Venom."

"If I did, who's to say I wouldn't betray you too? How could you trust me if I left them on your call?" You asked. Then noticed Adam shaking his head.

"You're too kind. That's why even though they mistreat them, you always take it. You could be taking something else.. Should be." Lin mumbled that last part. A blush dusting his cheekbones. You rolled your eyes at his clumsy attempt at flirting. Adam held out his hand. "Let me heal you. But just know if you do, there's no going back.."

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changed my marvel rivals crosshair to the flower for funsies, watching people crash out about dying to someone with a flower crosshair is SO funny though