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[kirbybaker-the-alch]

this is why i hue shift so hard in pixel

How well do you see color?

I’m cry I scored 60, I feel blind

[teaboot]

this panel from scrupulosity-comics lives in my heart

[ghostbsuter]

This is the fourth time damian brought the college student over.

Damian, despite being 14, has been accepted to a gifted school as he had already been taught in the most subjects one usually learns at a slower pace.

(He still gets a headache over the fact his son won't get a normal childhood.)

Which is how he befriended the 17 year old Daniel, an overworked and sleepdeprived college student, getting dragged along and following with no complaint.

Bruce is, even if he wanted damian to befriend someone more around his own age, very welcoming of the student.

Alfred made sure the boy took enough food with him home, always leaving the mansion at point 4 pm.

It really shouldn't have been surprising when Bruce Wayne, yes, THE Brucie Wayne, summoned him to his office.

Danny entered the room fidgeting, giving a nervous smile to the man behind the desk and questioning what he did wrong to offend the patriarch of the family.

(Lies and slander, we, the readers, are fully aware that Alfred is the patriarch.)

"Uh— hi, Mr. Wayne." He sat when gestured to the chair, shitting bricks with how nervous he's.

The man nods in greeting, smiling. "Hello Danny–"

"Please don't kill me!" The teen in question blurts out, flushing in embarrassment once registered.

Taken aback and startled, Bruce snorts, stifling laughter by putting a hand against his mouth.

Shit.

"I don't know what I did! Very sorry if I offended someone!" He rambles, panicking and waving his hands around.

"Danny—"

"I must have done something! Why else would you call me? Oh god– I'm gonna be murdered by THE Brucie Wayne!"

At this point, the rich guy in front of him is barely restraining himself from laughing, trying his best to stay professional.

"Danny–! I- I won't murder you." He reassured, eyes crinkling from smiling.

"But–" he sniffs, both embarrassed and teary.

"I'm not gonna— danny." Bruce sighs, which sounds a lot like a choke, really. "Look, I just wanted a 1-on-1 talk with you about your friendship with damian and some concerns."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh."

Danny sighs in relief at this. "I can do some good old interrogation–" "it's not an interrogation–" "totally interrogation."

He huffs lightly, getting comfortable in his chair and preparing himself mentally.

"Alright Mr. Wayne! Shoot me!"

(Was that a pun? A joke to murder? Really?)

The man clears his throat, straightens his back and looks serious as he was before the accusations of murder.

"What are your intentions with damian and why become friends in the first place?"

Blinking, the teen brightens. "Oh, that's easy! Damian needs a friend. We just kinda clicked after I scared away a few pesky bullies."

Then he shrugs. "Besides, it's great training."

"Training?" Bruce asks, curious, tone light in the way that shows he's very interested.

"Yes. Despite his badly hidden murderous tendencies, love for knives, and slight lack of slang language and knowledge, he's still a kid." He nods.

"A young teen that goes through teen stuff that I barely remember going through and now get to relearn will be handy once Ellie becomes a teenager herself."

Batman was filing the information away, but Bruce kept going.

"Ellie?" He questions.

"My daughter– has damian not mentioned her? We always leave around 4 to get her from my sister. Sometimes, dami stays over for a few hours!"

Ah. Well. Seems like Alfred will have to make more food for the teen now.

"Would you like to stay for dinner today?" He asks, "Bring your daughter too. We won't mind you joining us." smiling and already planning for the new adjustments to make.

"On another note, what are your and your daughters preferences? Any allergies?"

Danny didn't even agree yet, not that he was gonna— mind you.

"No allergies, soft foods only, easy to eat." He answers, listing the stuff from the top of his head.

In a whirlwind of– of planning dinner?? Danny is out of the door and wide eyed.

"What just happened?"

(On the other side, Bruce face-palms, having forgotten to ask what age Ellie is. Damn in Bruce.)

—

On the fifth visit, Danny stayed for dinner.

Damian must know the age, for there are bowls with freshly cut fruits, yoghurt, and rice mixed with veggies and chicken.

On that note, where is damian?

Dick meets his eyes, asking the same quetsion with a look.

Just as Bruce was gonna ask, the door opened, and the cutest picture to ever exist was created.

(Dick RIPPED his phone out of his pocket, swiping a picture of the scene as fast as possible.)

Steph can't hold back the coos at the sight of Damian walking with a toddler into the dining room, her tiny feet propped up on his and in hand together.

She's wearing a Robin onesie and he is wearing his (stolen) Nightwing hoodie.

"Sorry, hope we aren't late!" Danny waves with a grin from behind the pair.

"You aren't, just perfect, in fact." Bruce reassures, waving the teens over to the free seats.

Damian leads the two to his seat, making sure they're next to him.

The conversation during dinner is one spoken fondly, Cass likes to make Ellie laugh with silly faces, Duke and Steph "secretly" feed her tiny pieces of strawberry and Dick is in a rather passionate discussion with both Tim and Danny.

Damian, once he makes sure no one is watching him, wipes the mess from Ellies face.

(Bruce was watching, looking away once damians face snapped to him. He wasn't aware his youngest had such a soft spot for toddlers.)

(It takes a while, but Danny and Ellie become family like every other person, while having not slept over yet, Alfred already has prepared a room for the two in the Family wing.)

(It's barely a week after that everyone bought and gifted him onesie's of their hero personas, with the excuse of them being the gotham vigilantes when questioned. After all, the Robin can't be a one man team.)

—

The Nightwing and his Robin.

[facts-i-just-made-up]

What is the difference between a witch and a wizard

Both could generally refer to any gender of mage, but certain authors of recent infamy decided that one is female and one is male. Hence this scene from a movie that I can't believe is over 20 years old:

[letslivethroughittogether]

Happy Friday Eve!!

You can still kinda see my tan!!! I need a vacation to keep it up 🙈

[reality-detective]

SIERPINSKI TRIANGLE... Sacred Geometry

You start by drawing 3 points in the shape of a triangle. The SIERPINSKI TRIANGLE is a fractal or geometric figure in which similar patterns progressively occur on smaller scales.

Watch until "The End" 🤔

[blitzy-blitzwing]

Megatron Hazformer ref.

[becasart]

HURRRRRAAAAAAYYYYY!!! My very first @zkbigbang project, let's gooo! It was great working with everyone else, please do check out Fixed From The Inside 💕 As well as the other artists and writers' works for this event. There are so many amazing works this year!

[newbuddylove]

[luminousjellyfishy]

HEY LOOK IT’S COLOURED ART

Error belongs to: @loverofpiggies

Nightmare belongs to: @jokublog

Leviathantale belongs to: @skumhuu

Speedpaint link below

[superadam345muscle]

[boyofzoot]

KILL THE PAST (ALBUM)

[ghostoftheyear]

I was going on in tags and I just realized I should make a new post about this. Please share if you're a visual artist.

So my friend theskee recommended this site, itaku.ee, for image hosting when I was looking to get out of artstation. I set up an account and started uploading art back in February or something. Went back through 2015 to basically the oldest stuff I felt proud of, just went ham on it. As of today I have 382 images on there.

It's a super streamlined system. You can make sub-galleries for all your art and organize to your heart's content. Tagging is a dream. The best part of the tags is you can edit them and add information, so there are tags designated for characters, for races, for copyright (i.e. the TV show or game they came from). There's even a way to make a tag for you as an artist, so everything I post is tagged #edibleflowers. You can upload one image or multiple images at a time. You can also favorite and comment on images. And you can link the images offsite if you want them on AO3 or wherever.

Here's the best part. The site is designed to be NSFW-friendly, so you can add a label (in fact, you have to) if the art is questionable or mature. So you never have to see NSFW art if you don't want to. You can flip that switch off, or you can set it to only show questionable content, or let your little heart run free and see everything. Because we're adults and we deserve spaces to be adults.

It's a free site, and I believe even the ads were recently removed because they weren't getting much use. Really, the only downside is that it doesn't get much traffic, but it makes for a great portfolio site to have everything in one place.

edited to add: this is probably far past containment, but I want to note that this post is in direct response to the change in Discord's image hosting policy and just before I made this, I rb'd something about that. Then I was going on about itaku in the tags and realized I should just make this post, which is why it starts off the way it does.

In short: I know about what Discord is doing and don't need to be informed. Thanks =)

[changingplumbob]

Glenn needs YOU

Yep you, to help him out. He's applied for the chance to try his hand at wooing Grayson Clawcrest by @cawthorntales. But there is a problem... if three more guys don't throw themselves in the ring it'll be cancelled! Do you know what that means? At least four SIX sims will have had a very 💩 pride month. Let me sell you on making your own contestant...

You CAN use cc in your entry

Your male sim can be written as human OR occult

You can use Werewolves, Cottage Living, Cats and Dogs, My First Pet Stuff, Backyard Stuff, Romantic Garden Stuff

Grayson comes with a dalmatian and tragic backstory

They don't have to be brand new. They can be a spare or someone who didn't win another bachelor challenge

We have six contestants but a little birdie told me sims are still being accepted...

Guess what? If you're reading this there is a good chance you can make a sim! Make Glenn's day and make a guy to send to @cawthorntales by July 6th or Glenn will be sad. You don't want Glenn to be sad do you?

Avoid a sad Glenn and join me in making a contestant!

[paper-mario-wiki]

currently listening to

Lil Ugly Mane, Mista Thug Isolation (2012)

[sillygoofyqueer]

To make up for not posting the latest chapter yet, take a vague blabbing for a new MDZS/MXTX au I've been gnawing at! AU where the gods were pushed out by the mortals that once worshipped them, fleeing to another plane of being and leaving little of their existence but a few spiritual weapons that had been abandoned in the hurry to escape the burning. Nobody could find these spiritual weapons unless they wished to be found by a certain person - a reminder of their respective god, similar to how they were back when they roamed the earth. When these spiritual weapons were found, those that wielded them could be seen as gods in their own right, stories and legends spreading out and replacing those of the very divine that had left behind these weapons. Nobody could wield a spiritual weapon unless it wanted to be wielded, no matter what form it took.

Of these legends, none ever stuck out more than the three swords that had apparently been left by three gods of darkness, close and unwavering in their bonds. These three swords, unlike the other forgotten spiritual weapons, came with a cost to be used - but everyone argued that the cost would always be insignificant compared to the power that the swords held within. The first sword unearthed, incidentally the newest of the three blades, was found by one who was desperate to find and protect their one beloved - they offered an eye in return for power, and the sword responded by offering (most significantly) more sight than ever before. This sight took form in haunting silver butterflies that could kill just as easily as they could fly, likely spotted hunting down whoever the wielder was searching for. This blade was named E'ming. The second sword, the eldest of the three blades, was found by one who craved power so they could stop feeling so weak in a world that scorned their very existence. In return for a space in their mind, the sword gave them the power to rip through the fabric of reality itself, the ability to bring anything they desired to heel. Magic pulsed through the air every time its blade was used in battle. The wielder soon rose to infamy with their blade, Xin Mo, firmly in their hands. However, the third sword (or, the second sword to be forged) was never held, never found within the three realms - seemingly disappearing from existence. Despite the wielders of the other two blades searching across the lands for the final person to complete their trio, neither the blade nor the final wielder was ever found. The stories dropped off into myth and soon everyone refuted the idea there could ever be any truth to these myths, forgetting about the world of magic and gods. Until the day, hundreds of years later, a young man cried out for help.