#I just had to run with it

[snakemoltsiren]

Good King Moggle Mog

Good King Mog

Kind and noble lord

Nod your noggle nog

And mind your gob

Or he'll put you to the sword!

[ Dominant of Good King Moogle Mog XII ]

[bwabbitv3s]

Gotham is cursed extremely deeply to its very founding. A snarled web of curses so deep and twisted into each other not a single thread can be picked out and separated without causing further tangling of them. New curses get woven and knotted in as fast as old ones start to fade.

Gotham knows since it was old enough to be more than just a shadow out of place that it is not like the others. Those that were built upon dreams or wishes and became more. It was built on spite and nightmares and clawed itself into being.

It snarls, tangles, and mats the curses into the very marrow of its being, forcing them to follow its rules. Blood is spilled, screams are silenced, and curses felt into shape. It may not be able to offer a warm safety to those looking for it or soften the blows of fate on its people, but it can deepen the shadows and silence so those that need them are not found.

Gotham feels when others try to help. When they claw and throw themselves at the tangled web of curses trying to unravel a briar of thorns. Nothing but scarred hands and crushed dreams become of the attempts. Drawn like a salmon back to the stream they were born in they leave the darkness of the ocean that is Gotham for the sunlight rivers they were born in.

It feels the tug of something when blood is spilt in one of its many allies. A small curl of fear transforming into heartbreak despair like so many before it. Small hands and hitching sobs as life fades. A glimmering thread that refuses to snap under despair. It cloaks the darkness tightly around the tiny thread to offer it what it can.

Gotham feels it when the fear transfers as prey is saved and predator becomes the hunted. It creeps and flows just behind watching as the shadows gain a new set of eyes. Ones that no longer are content to stay hidden it is depths in fear but turn it around. This is not a being of light trying to stamp out the darkness but one of shadow manipulating it.

Gotham can offer very little in the beginning as the dark one begins to make a name for itself. Just small things it can offer. Twisting shadows to hide a much larger shape than they should in them. Rust to stay silent as doors are opened. Things it has offered before and was not enough for those that had tried. Yet this time it is enough.

The legend begins to grow as Gotham gains its first. That tiny glimmering thread for so long ago grows stronger as time passes. The dark one gains another that join it is the shadows. Joy, fear, hope, and pain weave together as the shadows deepen their protection even fiercer. The flash of bright colours that follow the dark one never glinting out of the shadows that hide them.

As legend fuels the curses it can shape around the glimmering threads. Gotham grows stronger in how it can twist the curses for its dark one and their growing brood. Distances between buildings creep closer to allow a jump. Crumbling structures hold just long enough as rotten floors remember being strong. Lights flicker and sputter out at just the right time. Files that are forgotten and lost finding their way to those that are searching.

Then it happens a glimmering thread snaps. The shadows howl and thrash as Gotham rages at the loss. Curses it held at bay released like rabid hounds tear out of the city searching for a way to repair the broken thread. Gotham is not gentle when it finds a way reattach the snapped thread. Made of curses it fixes the only way it can, by twisting a curse.

Slowly others join the Dark one and its brood. Chosen from other cities that don't understand curses. They know not the way of turning curses onto those that set them . It seethes and clutches tight is chosen keeping them safe from the dangers that encroach on it.

It tries so hard to keep them in the city but does not stop them from leaving. It is only that they always return that keeps Gotham from collaring and chained them to keep them from wandering.

Legend only grows as the chosen clash against stronger and stronger foes. Gotham rips and tears deeper into its being for ancient curses strong enough to twist the very mortal nature of its chosen. Nothing will stop it from keeping its chosen strong enough for the glimmering thread to remain unbroken.

I love the headcanon that none of the Bats are supers, but over time? Gotham is slowly messing them up, one by one.

Bruce smiles at Clark one day in the Cave, and his eyes reflect the light back like a wolf's

Jason suddenly has tiny fangs, but nobody has the nerve to mention it

Alfred literally doesn't die

Dick can jump higher and faster than ever before, but barely notices it

Tim is awake for three days straight and doesn't blink

They're all subtly, but noticeably different. Gotham-blessed, or cursed, or something in between.

[chloesimaginationthings]

What if Henry found Springtrap first in FNAF..

[aceofheartsstuff]

That last scene in a nutshell (welcome back, Eddie Diaz!)

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.

[paintedcrows]

Holiday Classics

Been thinking about Ford watching the 70s Animated Lord of the Rings Movies... (companion comic to this post!)

[bluerosefox]

Always Favors You

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposal and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.

[sanctus-ingenium]

VIII Strength redraw

[saint-hymn]

mercy, mèrci

[chamiryokuroi]

Happy Holidays guys! Just something silly I came up with 🤭 Tim has so many questions.

[keferon]

Guess who spent two days trying to understand how to draw a kiss

Based on amazing incredible gut wrenching Mistakes on Mistakes until..

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Put that thing back or so help me.

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[agentravensong]

thinking about how the extra area added on to a pacifist run of undertale, the true lab, is about alphys's past mistakes. how it ends with the story reaffirming that, despite the pain she's caused, the thing that matters is that she has now made the choice to do the right thing. she's still worthy of her friends' love.

thinking about how undertale doesn't expect the player to get a pacifist ending for the first time. how it's more likely than not that the player will kill toriel the first time they battle her, how lots of players don't initially figure out how to end undyne's fight without killing her, etc. what it expects — not even expects, really, but hopes — is that the player, if they care enough, will use their canonically acknowledged power over time to make up for those mistakes.

no matter how many neutral runs a player has done before committing to the pacifist run, the thing that matters to the characters, to the story, is that you've chosen, now, to do the right thing.

compared to alphys, the player honestly gets off lightly, in that you're the only one (other than flowey) who really remembers any harm you might have caused. and any direct guilting the game could have done about it is long past at this point. instead, as undertale often does, it makes its point via parallels: alphys caused harm, and she knows it. she has committed to being better. in doing so, she has unlocked for herself a better ending to her story. and she deserves it. she's forgiven.

those structural narrative parallels are all over undertale, if you know where to look. and that's one of the things that makes it so fuckin' good.

[crazyw3irdo]

izutsumi (izutsumi) compilation

[oifaaa]

People will try to convince you Jason Todd is the impulsive doesn't think before he acts type of guy and its funny bc Jason is almost comedic in how fucking long it actually takes this boy to plan out anything

[vulpixelates]

i know it will never happen but i so desperately desire an origins-type playable backstory thing in all games but especially veilguard. i feel like it added so much depth to origins and made you feel instantly connected to your character in a way that gets lost in games like inquisition where you fill in the blanks as you go except for the bare basics. like, i do enjoy the freedom to willy nilly decide where a character was before the events of the story from a creative perspective, but the playable origins were just so good! especially when you go back to where your warden is from and can engage differently with the arcs there