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The Cold Gun
Tw: Guns, Zach and Jude go to a shooting range and use it for its intended purpose, Zach getting roasted, Death mentions.
Cold Case In Harlem inspired me a little, you can consider it a moodboard for this fic? Sort of?
OCs Included: Zach, Jude, some hints to future OCsâŠ
Dividers by firefly-graphics
âYouâre terrible at this.â Zach muttered.
Jude almost whirled around to glare at him, but she was still locked onto her target and abandoned the action halfway through. He watched her straining her sunburnt forehead, white-knuckling like she always was when she was struggling. She fired off another shot that went way off mark and huffed in annoyance.
âYou donât have to be so insufferable, you know. Not everyone got a sponsor like you did.â She flicked her braid back over her freckled shoulder.
They were about the only people still using this decrepit shooting range. It was given sparse maintenance, and the old bullet holes in the targets couldâve been years old by now. The one she had chosen was already barely holding itself together. Zach was sitting on a bench at the back, watching. He rather wished he wasnât, because Agent Judith Bellâs shoddy aim was a sorry sight to behold. She always fared better when she got up close and personal, but that was also pretty dangerous to do under most circumstances.
âWell, I have been doing this longer than you, so I supposeâŠâ He leaned back leisurely, knitting his hands together. His seat creaked ominously.
Admittedly, heâd been well used to shooting cans off fences years before Jude even set a fingerprint on a gun (and sheâd vowed never to touch one before then). It was a matter of experience as well as skill.
âFlexing your seniority on me again? Donât start. Maybe give it a few more years and I bet Iâd outshoot you.â She sniffed, tilting her chin forward defiantly. Zach supposed she must be in a rotten mood of some sort, one unrelated to her shitty aim. Jude usually wasnât given to such a contrarian attitude.
That was mostly his thing.
âYou really donât wanna bet against me. Keep trying.â He said. He crushed his cigarette into an ashtray that was balanced precariously on the railing. Surprisingly, he was still allowed to smoke in here.
âGo away. Iâm trying to get some practice in here.â She grumbled, and went back to hopelessly shooting at her chewed-up target.
Not too keen on getting too much on her nerves (since that was his specialty), he decided to leave her be and peeled open a newspaper that had gotten stuck together at the bottom of his pack. Here was the usual sensationalist drivel about celebritiesâ love lives and weight gain, sandwiched between sports news and advertisements. What he was really looking for was reports on local crime, and sure enough he found it: âNew York man found frozen to death in apartment in record-breaking heatwave.â
There was usually a whistleblower in every big law enforcement department they could manage to infiltrate, so he knew this one already.
It was the reason why they were here, after all.
âWhat are they saying now?â
Zach glanced over to see that Jude had materialised in front of him with her hands on her hips. She mustâve given up on hitting her mark. He rolled the newspaper back up and stuffed it into his bag. Heâd only come here for her benefit (although itâd be good for both of them if she could actually hit something for once) so he was just about ready to go.
âOh, just the usual. Your average pigâs about as useful as a wet paper towel when it comes to the paranormal. Shouldâve learned years ago to trust us with it instead. Canât believe we still have to pretend this shit doesnât happenâŠâ Zach blew smoke out of the side of his mouth forcefully.
âWell, thatâs not their faultâŠâ Jude said softly. âItâs probably for the best that most people donât know about all this. Blissful ignorance and all.â
He stared up at her, frowning.
â... It probably is.â
Zach found himself focusing again on the crooked line of targets. He remembered this place filled with warmth and life. He used to go down here to metaphorically and literally shoot the shit with agents who were older and cooler than he was. Now, it was empty.
Most of those people were dead now, too.
An hour later they were loitering around the sidewalks of Harlem, grazing on street food. Heâd bought Jude a cold chicken wrap to make up for her sour mood; and for his prodding. She couldnât seem to decide whether or not she had an appetite, but he knew he did, and demolished his own tortilla. Right now he was leaning on a sign pole, waiting for the bus, blowing smoke rings into the city air.
âI can see why the cops are stumped.â She said between gulps of water. âFreezing to death? In this weather? Itâs not normalâŠâ
He flicked some ashes into a nearby gutter.
âThis case is pretty straightforward for us, but yeah, for your average person itâs definitely strange. Iâm sure the higher-ups will send in some hush money afterwards. We just have to do our jobs, save them the hassle.â Zach hummed pleasantly.
Jude looked disgruntled. âIs it straightforward? Weâve been running in circles for days trying to pinpoint where this asshole is.â She was selectively picking on various ingredients from her wrap, as if they were only parts of it she was able to stomach.
He turned back to give her a wry smile. It was unusual for her to swear. He took a mental note not to push her too far today.
âWell, If we can just rule out any of our high rollers⊠It might just be a particularly pesky imp.â Zach said. He supposed from her facial expression that his tone was a bit too casual, but thatâs how you get when you do this sort of work for years.
â... It killed five peopleâŠâ She murmured, sucking her finger dry of sauces.
Zach sucked in a breath, nodding. â... Yeah, It did.â
He saw the bus coming up and hurriedly discarded his cigarette on pavement and ground it down with his boot. It was stuck in rush-hour traffic, of course.
That was why it took so long to get back âhome.â
Zach wrenched the door of their safehouse open with a groan. It was starting to get stiff and stubborn. Mustâve been just as annoyed with the nosy neighbours as he was. He often found old Mr. Galloway stooped down low to peek into the keyhole, âsneakily.â
Jude slipped in before him. âSo weâre dealing with another ice spirit,â she said wearily.
Her face was grim. This had been how sheâd started every conversation on this mission since theyâd been assigned to it. He knew she hated the cold.
âOr an imp.â Zach followed in behind her.
He dropped his bag carelessly on the saggy coach, and Judeâs pack followed soon after it.
She waded through piles of books and folders into the kitchen. The flatâs walls were lined wall to wall with spreads of annotated maps, newspaper clippings and circled photographs. They had been using this place for half a year now - after the previous agent went âmissing in actionâ - and it had started to resemble the cluttered hideout of a conspiracy theorist.
âI donât think itâs 530. That one usually doesnât go this far into the city. Just the outskirts, and always farther North than hereâ Zach sighed.
At this, Jude just shook her head and switched on the coffee machine. On the bus, sheâd brought up No. 530 and had seemed convinced it was the culprit. Theyâd had a minor disagreement over it. Zach rummaged through a locker and, after some digging, finally found the block of files they kept around for records.
âYou know we can just hit up âPolly for these, right?â Jude made a face at him, setting two steaming mugs on a desk. It was so overcrowded she had to shuffle off some folders to make room.
âYeah, but you know Iâm old schoolâŠâ
Jude rolled her eyes in response and snatched up some documents from his hands. âYou act like youâre allergic to the Internet.â
She sat down and grazed on her tea.
âYeah, well⊠The Internetâs not completely safe either. Remember that shapeshifting hacker we had?â Zach shot back.
This was the exact reason why he wasnât overly fond of the decision to convert all their records into that shiny new AI. Jude set her cup back on the table.
âIt would just be a lot easier is all Iâm sayingâŠâ
She turned her attention back to the files.
âYouâd think this thing would have the sense to at least wait until Winter. Summer is getting hotter every year now; you can practically fry an egg on our carâs hood some days.â She shook her head, peeling through papers and throwing unlikelies onto the floor. Zach gave her a sidelong glance. He knew she made the most of every Summer that rolled by.
âNot too smart, Iâd wager.â He said, and lit himself another cigarette, perhaps the twentieth of the day.
âSorry to say, but I think you share two minds.â Her hazel eyes flickered back up to glare at him. âWhenâs the last time you ditched the trenchcoat?â
He stopped. It was Nathanielâs coat, and she knew that. She understood his reasons. Jude seemed to recognise this mishap and coughed.
âYou know I canâtâŠâ He said quietly.
Jude sighed. âI know but⊠Just promise me you wont let yourself boil in all that leather. I donât need you sweating out all that remaining brain juice.â
He forced a chuckle, wanting to keep the mood light.
âThought I didnât have any?â
âYeah, well⊠Maybe you have some, but youâre in danger of losing it.â She gazed at him sharply.
Zachâs throat felt unnaturally tight. He quickly changed the subject, flicking through his chosen files for a routine process of elimination.
ââVictims were found frozen in carved sculpturesâŠâ No⊠âBite marks on the arms and chestâŠâ Nothing like that⊠We can rule out the yeti, I think.â He muttered.
âIt really is just like 530...â Zach looked back up at her. She was staring at No. 530âs file in the same way she often did when she thought he wasnât looking. He shook his head. Nothing good ever came of trying to understand these malicious entitiesâ motives. They were all rotten to the core, the lot of them. Theyâd always be quick to take advantage of misplaced sympathy. Jude was sometimes a little too kind for her own good, and still had a regretful splinter in her heart that made her easy to sway with pity.
âNot as famous, though. 530âs a bit more careful with its victims, it seems.â He said, gulping down a mouthful of his coffee. âAnd it prefers up northwest, and it goes for late night drivers, not people just living their lives in the city. We can rule it out.â
Jude still had a thoughtful expression on her face. âYou know I sometimes wonder if thereâs a reason fo-â
A heavy banging on the door interrupted her. The agents looked up from their files towards the source of the noise. Zach saw Jude start, but beat her to it:
âIâll get it,â he said firmly. The stern glance he gave her left no room for argument. It mightâve been nothing much, but if anything dangerous came through that door heâd prefer it hit him first. In two strides, he cleared the small space and cracked it open a slice.
What met him instead was the aged face of âAgnes Tompettyâ - who some mightâve still considered dangerous, but to him was a trusted ally.
âGet your ugly face out of mine, lad. I like the girl better.â She spat out in a hoarse voice. Zach couldnât help but crack a cheeky grin.
âGood afternoon, Mrs. Tompetty.â He lay open the door for her like a gentleman, well used to ignoring her remarks. She didnât mean it. Or at least, he didnât care too much if she did.
âItâs the bloody evening!â She crowed, and hobbled inside with her walking stick. âAnd thereâs nothing good about it. Hmph.â
He quickly checked his watch. âSo it isâŠâ
Mrs. Tompetty was something of a sleeper agent. She had fought monsters all her life until she went blind - then she adopted a fake name and âretiredâ into the same block of apartments they were staying in. Zach was certain that if some silly vampire tried to drink from this old bat, theyâd find themselves with a broken off cane stick shoved into their shrivelled up heart. Her reflexes were still unreasonably sharp.
The fact that she could still navigate her way through this mess was proof of how capable she still was, Zach thought to himself as she kicked away some stray debris.
Judeâs face had lit up at the sight of her.
âCoffee, Agnes?â And she got up, hurrying to wash out another mug before she even had an answer. âWe actually have sugar this time.â
âNo, donât. Leave it. I said leave it! Iâm only here to pass you a message from Mr. Roy.â Mrs. Tompetty batted the air like she was swatting a fly.
âFor godssakes. Itâs too hot for that shite anyway.â
Jude sat back down, looking disappointed.
âAnd why canât he deliver it himself?â Zach furrowed his dark brows, expelling a puff of smoke. âWeâve been here for a week, he could afford to pay us a visit, right?â
The older woman turned around slowly to face him, her dull white eyes still and glassy. Zach had the feeling that, blind as she was, she could still see right through him. Heâd heard of fellow agents who were so destroyed by what theyâd seen in the field that theyâd gouged their own eyeballs out. He supposed those as old as Agnes had developed senses beyond sight by this point, but he certainly did not envy her, seeing that he was halfway to blindness himself.
âI imagine he finds you dreadfully irritating, same as me.â Mrs. Tompetty said grumpily. She was searching through her purse for something.
Zach sighed. Heâd invited Agent Roy many times for a drink, but the other man never took up his offer. He was starting to think Gabe didnât like him!
And why wouldnât he like him?
âAnyway. Shut your fat mouth and take this.â She snapped, and thrust a wrinkled hand into his chest. Zach realised it was holding a letter, now crumpled up and smelling of mints and hand lotion. He ripped it open and unfolded some lined paper.
Sure enough, there was Agent Royâs neat, loopy handwriting. Zach stopped to squash the stub of his cigarette into a nearby ashtray before reading:
âAgent Johnson. You know what this is about.â
âDonât bother scouring the city, because this slippery fucker doesnât like crowds. Youâll find him down South, much farther down South than you were expecting. Iâm talking Maryland, not New York. Youâre barking up the wrong tree, Johnson, Iâm just trying to set you straight. Of course, I canât tell you his exact location because, like I said, heâs a little snake.â
âYouâre probably aware of the five reported fatalities, but I unfortunately have to tell you that there are a lot more than that. A lot more. Itâs a nasty business, Iâm afraid. It involves- Well, I think you know personally that these creatures donât discriminate based on anything, really. So you can feel free to torture him as much as you like. Just know that youâll be delivering actual justice this time.â
(This choice of words made him raise an eyebrow.)
âAlso. Stop mailing me gun magazines.â
~ Agent Roy
Out of force of habit, he turned over the paper to check the back of it, but it was empty. Still, he felt confused, as if there was a hidden passage heâd missed somewhere.
Where in the fuck does he get all his information? Zach shook his head in disbelief, and then he felt a twinge of annoyance. He should really just do all this himselfâŠ
âHe was in a right hurry, that boy,â muttered the older woman. âMust think Iâve got nothing to do all day, hmmâŠâ
Jude piped up. âHopefully he can come tell us in person next time. Heâs a nice guy, you know.â
When heâs around you, anyway⊠Zach thought.
âI should hope so! Iâm not a carrier pigeon.â Mrs. Tompetty turned back with a huff and slammed the door behind her. Zach knew she would be back around talking his partnerâs ear off by the next day.
âWell, umâŠâ Jude rubbed her arm. âSo what does it say?â She nodded towards the letter in his hand.
He glanced back up at her with a dubious expression.
âHeâs got information on our target. Apparently Agent Roy has his own sources that heâs not willing to share.â He couldnât help but say this somewhat bitterly.
âHeâs just like you.â She remarked. âSending letters in this day and age. Why not an email? A letter can be intercepted a lot easier.â
âMrs. Tompettyâs got better security.â Zach said amusedly, shrugging.
âI can believe that. But stillâŠâ She sighed, then got up to dump the rest of her drink into the sink. It was too hot for enjoying coffee.
Zach was beginning to feel the heat too, and found the leather strips of his gun holsters were were now cutting into his skin. He stuffed the letter into his pockets and paced the floor, restless. âGabriel says weâre way off mark. That our targetâs down South in Maryland.â He quickly summarised for her.
âMaryland?â Jude repeated back. He could hear the sheer incredulity in her voice.
He scoffed. âI know⊠Iâm not entirely sure if I should believe it to be entirely honest with you, but as far as Iâm aware, Agent Roy has no reason to lie⊠Wouldnât be the first time weâve been thrown off the scent like this, wouldnât you agree?â
She bit her lip, still leaning against the kitchen sink. âBut Cooperâs corpse was frozen. Do you think there might be more than one?â
âThatâs entirely possible.â He turned back towards her and nodded. For a moment they stared at each other, and a moment of understanding flashed between them.
âRight⊠You go South, then.â She pursed her lips.
âYou wanna stay in the city?â Zach couldnât help but let the surprise show on his face. He was certain that she would prefer to leave it; crowds and smog and all.
Jude shrugged helplessly. It looked to him like she just wanted to be left alone. Heâd been there, too.
âOkay.â He said, quickly downing his coffee and gathering up his equipment again with a groan.
âIâll be taking the car. I assume youâve got the gist of the cityâs layout by now?â
Jude not being a city girl, he did worry for her in this situation. Might get lost in the alleys againâŠ
âYeah, Iâll be fine.â Was all she said.
With that, he left her standing there, despondent, in the middle of the room, trying to push back strange, persistent feeling that heâd been sent into a trap.
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#I promise to actually make a followup this time#I planned this for a while so#Zachariah Johnson#Zach#Judith Bell#Jude#Gabriel Roy#Gabriel#The Organisation#fic#my writing
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oh. I think my fears about Chiefcake passing from old age were more on point than I realized. she's acting very weak right now.
and it's late on a friday, when all the rabbit-specific vets have closed. I'll call around anyway to see if at home euthanasia is an option tonight.
#I didn't expect it to be this soon#she's been sleeping more and urinating outside of the litter box#so I was planning on getting her on arthritis meds to see if those helped her move around better#but tonight......I know how animals act when they're dying.#something has gone wrong inside her#god these things always happen at night when the vets have closed đ#all I can do is stay with her and try to make her as comfortable as possible#this sucks#at least she still feels good enough to eat the apple slice I'm offering and tooth-purr while being stroked
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Mystra showed him the secrets beneath the veils. The gossamer veils first, draped across the Weave. The delicate veils next, draped across her body. 'Chosen One' she whispered, as she slipped them off completely.
poor gale :'(
- the dialogue is from ea gale's explanation about his folly
- i kinda like that she ended up looking like a mother-of-pearl inlay lacquerware!
- oh this was a subconscious choice, but Gale is sitting in seiza which is a posture for showing respect especially to elders. it's also known to be a painful position to sit in for extended periods of time, which is why it was sometimes used as a method of (morally dubious) punishment. however, experienced people can maintain this posture for much longer. food for thought :-)
- (edit: deleted this point bcs it didn't really make sense + detracted from the art a little;;)
#also had other companion drawings w gale and mystra planned for this but none of them are complete... perhaps another day#mystra#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 fanart#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#my art#hm i dont have many opportunities to share my mystra thoughts so!#mystra is incredibly difficult to redesign and draw! I want to give her a fantastical element to her while retaining her austere aloofness#(her unassuming design is actually surprisingly effective in making her seem so effortlessly powerful)#I love spiderweb imagery and braids(weave) for her but braids make her seem so... kind? very soft? i'll try again another day...#is this seriously my last post of 2023. goddamn
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(warning, may be loud đ)
x2 the torment!
#i wasnt gonna do goat stuff for a while but my weakness is funny stuff so when i had the idea i was like damn.#cotl#cult of the lamb#cotl lamb#cotl narinder#cotl goat#cotl the goat#this is the worst dance animation ever i had no plan i did it all in like an hour and a half#i was only gonna have like 2 frames of dance but it looked odd so i added some in between and a lil whip thing at the end#my art
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do skully have pokemon?
Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.
(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)
#art#twisted wonderland#pokemon#poketwst#twisted wonderland spoilers#lost in the book with nightmare before christmas#hajimari no halloween#(sorry for leaving anon off for a while! i've gotten a rash of spam and i'm gonna wait it out a couple days before turning it back on)#also apologies for the rest of this not really being pokemon related#i don't have anything right now for part 4 of the event so i'm gonna use this space to go off about it#because. oh man.#a sad lack of the scullsman but a FEAST of everyone else#gotta love malleus and leona uniting in the common goal of hunting trey down for trying to game their whiny pettiness#(trey doesn't know what to do with someone he can't easily distract with cake)#also further confirmation that malleus WILL kill a small child and leona WILL point and laugh the whole time#also sebek's plans revolving around what he knows he's good at: screaming extremely loudly and hoisting nerds#and let us not forget what i consider to be the crowning jewel#which is jamil figuring out IMMEDIATELY where scully has taken his prisoners#only for everyone else to just. literally refuse to do anything about it.#jamil just standing there and going 'WE KNOW WHERE THEY ARE! WE CAN JUST! GO GET THEM!!!! WHYYY AREN'T WE GOING'#visibly losing his entire mind and it's beautiful#top 10 twst event moments honestly#also some delightful character consistency from jade being all#'actually my dicking around is a sign of my immense trust in your abilities to get things done :)'#'but also consider: there are currently two housewardens chasing a child'#'alternately angrily screaming poetry and begging them not to sue'#'and if you will pardon my city of flowers...there is no fucking way i'm missing that'#lock shock and barrel did not sign up for this. how did these idiots turn out to be somehow weirder than the three of them.#twisted wonderland must be a frightening place indeed
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will you meet me halfway?
anyway i finished wolf 359 earlier this month and ive been insane ever since so i had to get this out my system. i Care for them so so Deeply
#w359#wolf 359#doug eiffel#hera wolf 359#eiffera#he was mid process kicking off his silly space boots and got distracted by something he wanted to show hera#and many such cases. i have been there#save me sarah shachat eiffel/hera playlist save meâŠ..#i'd originally spent a while painting a 'wolf howling at the moon but the moon is a pizza' shirt design for eiffel and man i wish it had-#-worked. but i couldn't get it to look right so i made him this even more cringe shirt instead#i cant look at this thing anymore i cant IT IS DONE. if anything looks weird it's bc i've looked at it too long and i can no longer tell#i was planning to sell prints of this at MCM London! i will be there. table m14. istg i saw ppl talking about a w359 meetup?#if so count me in omg.....i have literally noone to yap to about it rn. save me#(i need to check on the ok-ness of selling w359 prints bc of it being. yanno. very indie. ig i could email them??)#lottieart
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I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward
#artists on tumblr#animation#in stars and time#isat#illustration#in stars and time spoilers#isat spoilers#like for real#anyway I'm still thinking about Siffrin Instarsandtime#shoutout to tumblr user jb-blunk for the words from the caption which inspired this whole deal#literally finished the game and had those words looping (haHA) in my head like 'how do I use this what can I do to match this feeling' LMAO#if you haven't played ISAT well. first of all stop looking don't glean anything from this shhhh- but also GO PLAY IT IT'S EXCELLENT#heavily based off the astronomical clock in Prague! I love that thing so it was really fun to try and make it more ISAT-like#bc the themes are already there yanno!! Stars n' whatnot! And then of course the craft types instead of the astrological signs!#Loop and the King for the sun and the moon!!#can you tell I thought about and planned this one for like. A while. Longer than I usually spend LMAO#so yeah go play it immediately come be absolutely ILL and SICK and PLAGUED about the secret boss with me#fanart#pic
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bf!satoru is the best!!! heâs constantly showering you with luxurious gifts and sweet praises. he makes sure you know youâre loved and that he would do anything for you â like fingering you on the car ride home!Â
satoruâs got two fingers pumping in and out, wet plaps being heard over the sound of the radio every time he pushes his palm back in more roughly than before. he grins at the sight of you, your right arm gripping on the door while your left hand finds purchase on his arm between your legs. you whine and beg, though youâre not sure what for because youâve already came twice, but you still do. satoru coos as you fall apart on his fingers. âshhh, angel. âtoru knows what you need, just keep grinding that pretty pussy on my handâ
#a lil something while i start planning for kinktober#hnngghhh i need bf satoru so bad :(#bia writes ?!#gojo smut#gojo satoru x reader#jjk smut#gojo satoru smut#gojo x reader#jjk x reader smut#jjk x reader
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Good reveal au, where after learning phantom's identity and realizing the atrocities that the GIW have committed (or alternatively, ethical science au, where they find out the GIW plagarized them), the fenton parents decided to create the 'ultimate ghost-ending weapon' and sell it to the agents.
They go absolutely overboard, describing to the agents in meticulous detail how it evaporates any ghost it hits near-instantly and describing it quite ruthlessly in the blueprints, and soon the GIW have raplaced all their main weapons with the new gun.
Except it doesn't actually kill ghosts. It's the Fenton Bazooka. You know, the one that creates a portable portal to suck the ghost back into the ghost zone? What they actually did was retool it slightly to make it look more grusome than it actually is. They even added a beacon in Phantom's Keep, which all Fenton Bazookas will target when they open a portal, so the ghosts are always delivered to the keep.
From there, Phantom stationed an emergency medical team at the keep to treat the many injured and ragged ghosts that the GIW 'destroyed,' and to explain what just happened.
What they didn't anticipate was that now that the GIW have a mass-produced weapon that they believed would effectively eradicate ghosts, they would go on the offensive. They have a number of cities they've been monitoring but didn't want to get involved in without better tools.
One of those cities is Gotham.
And the Bats are ectocontaminated enough to register as ghosts.
Batman witnessed several of his children get evaporated by green energy weapons within mere moments of each other. He's absolutely gutted. Devastated. They didnât even stand a chance.
He'll get his revenge, and it's frighteningly easy to track the weapon to private subcontractors. The Doctors Fenton, in Illinois. Their research calls for the genocide of all ghost kind, and apparently, that war started by killing his own children.
His children will not die in vain.
He gets to Amity Park and finds the Engineer's Nightmare of a building that is Fentonworks, but that night, before he can hack through the security and break in, one of the windows opens.
It's one of his kids that he had watched evaporate before his very eyes. They give him a silent signal of one of their identifying security codes and gesture for him to come inside.
Is it a trap? A prank in poor taste? Utterly genuine?
He goes through the window.
All of his dead kids are there, wearing borrowed pajamas and only their dominoes to conceal their identities. Daniel Fenton (son of the Fentons, this is his bedroom, has voiced a few arguments against his parent's views, but still an unknown) is among the crowd of teens and young adults, twirling on an office chair and obnoxiously sipping a capri sun.
"First thing you need to know, Bats," Daniel says after finishing his drink, "is that my parents are absolutely NOT genocidal ectophobic scumbags, and that is the reason why your kids are still alive."
#the bats are not the first human liminals that the giw 'killed'#whenever humans land in the keep frostbite immediates calls phantom to take them back to earth#alternate scene at fentonworks:#bruce spies maddie on the phone and overhears her saying she'll 'inform batman when he arrives'#its frostbite/phantom on the phone telling her to keep an eye out for any bats because some of their team was 'killed'#and shortly after she spots batman spying on her and gestures for him to come in#and when theyre both in the lab the spectre speeder returns chock full of various bats and team phantom members#needless to say bruce is very relieved and incredibly confused#and his kids have a pretty wild story to tell#i deliberately left which kids vague#but i imagined jason and tim for sure and possibly two others#they hadnt left fentonworks yet as to not inform the giw that they survived and knowing that bruce would find them#it would also give away the fenton's trick and dont want to reveal that before the agency has been stopped#so they have to make a plan that doesnt reveal that theyre alive or expose the fentons deceit too quickly#the fentons may have to be temporarily arrested by the justice league while the investigation is ongoing#to hide the fact that they werent actually helping the giw#dpxdc#dp x dc
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A Taegi Series, pt. 7: personal space â being attached at the hip â
cr. namuspromised, jung-koook, 0613data
#btsgif#dailybts#btsedit#bts#bangtan#taegi#yoongi#taehyung#tuserandi#usersky#usermaggie#usersan#userkelli#raplineuser#*yg#*th#*taegi#*youarehome#*comp#*gifs#been a while! I miss my babies#taehyung to yoongi's personal space: I'm just gonna scooch in right here if you don't mind#if you miss a moment then it's probably planned to be in a different part (and I didn't want to make it so long)#also as supposed to some that seem to be missing these are all (somewhat) consensual lmao#looks ugly unfortunately the clips have too many different colours
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i realized i never posted these, just some royal portraits :3
also some bonus regular family photo stuff ^_^
#trolls#dreamworks trolls#trolls swap au#broppy swap au#branch trolls#john dory trolls#bruce trolls#clay trolls#floyd trolls#grandma rosiepuff#king peppy#poppy trolls#trolls viva#so many characters good lord#these are kinda old sorry guys đđđ#guys i wanna get to all the asks but some of them i plan to draw for so itâll take a bit :â)#actively boarding a ship while writing these LMAO
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Holy crap this is like world record breaking pace guys
Speedrun/Time Travel AU masterlist
#speedrun au#one piece#time travel au#op fanart#sabo#monkey d. luffy#portgas d. ace#asl brothers#time travel aus are my favourite trope for any fandom's fanfic#but this especially is why i want it for one piece#because I needed ace to die in canon. luffy NEEDED to get that wake up call and his whole crew NEEDED badly to get stronger#but ace is so much more than just a plot device for luffy... he was a person who was loved by so many people because#he made so many people happy#if luffy and his crew travelled back in time... they wouldn't need to worry anymore about their strength#Ace could live you know....#He could meet sabo while he was an adult#sabo could meet ACE while he was an adult#ALSO SIDE NOTE BUT SABO ALSO REMEMBERS THE TIME TRAVEL SHENANIGANS!!! but def not as well as any of the strawhats#i think the thing he remembers most is what he felt when he regained his memories in the first timeline#u guys... this comic was so vivid in my mind i HAD to draw it out... like i was planning on doin other time travel au comics before#but like I HAD to draw this because i had such intense ASL feelings#I tried to think if Ace would just start cussing sabo out cause like WHY DID YOU LET US THING U WERE DEAD ; - ;??? WHY DIDNT U CONTACT US??#but i think ace is really tired... like he's been worrying about luffy... and suddenly his brother starts uncharacteristically start#full out bawling in his arms... and he's really confused right now but both of his brothers are here and they're both crying#so there's really only one thing he can do#anyways i hope u enjoyed the comic#op spoilers#<- oops forgot to add that my b
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derry girls knew that sometimes the best duos are gays and their bitchy friend
#guess who rewatched all of derry girls while sick at home!!!#this show brings me so much joy i stg#anyways i also plan on drawing more Michelle and clare bc they are so silly together#my art#derry girls#derry girls art#michelle mallon#clare devlin#sister michael#artists on tumblr#art
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welcome back to my accidental newfound journey to redraw every frame from this movie i GUESS
#mcu#xmen movies#xmen first class#erik lehnsherr#magneto#snap sketches#hello chat. i started watching a new miniseries and i decided i needed to draw something while i did so#series was edge of sleep. if Y'CARE. i thought it was solid .... surely gon be thinkin of the endin for a bit me thinks ..#but yeah NATURALLY. since twitter was putting the screenshot on my timeline ANYWAY.#can we tell i just wanted to draw this fuckass pose because TRULY i was not drwaing All That in the background#i can draw planes/machines but thats when i plan(e) to alright im not free styling that after renderin the bloke#unfortunately i couldnt just leave him in the white void so. we Kinda Try round here i guess#anyway next time i draw movieverse it gon be another scene redraw look at that !!!!!!#ive got silly non-redraws in mind too i swear ...... for now i just have shapes and scenes to appreciate#because the shapes of michael fassbender fascinate me in ways i must draw#ok im sleeping now im talkin nonsense !!!! i have a test in the morning </3 the world is so cruel .....#goodnight everyone :]]]]
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Enough guilt you can make a bouquet out of it
#hiiii Iâm dropping subtle hints that Iâm reading tpn again#(Iâm reading tpn again)#Iâm dropping even more subtle hints which character has a complete death grip on me rn#(grumpy cyclops guy my beloved you make me so sad)#this was just a sketch I didnât plan on posting but then I uh. kept working on it#on only one layer too! been a while since I did that lol#the promised neverland#tpn#tpn ray#art#digitalart
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Long car trips mean hunch over my ipad and film dumb stupid videos in restaurants at 11pm đ (future me screw u idk if itâs shaky also do not perceive me)
(That one vine)
Also have the things
#I didnât even plan to use this audio LMAO#it worked ig I just added words#hijack#jackycup#itâs so wild yall car trips fuck me up cuz what do u mean I slept 4 hours straight and now thereâs snow#IN CALI??#ate some bomb ass food tho while filming and my sis just stared at me the whole time đ#ig thatâs how âtoofthelss greets people LMAO#expressions are fun#I may not animatic but I can sure hope and dream#if u see this no u didnât#a little loopy itâs fine yall#edit: omgf ITS SO SHAKY I AM ASHAMED#TY FOR LIKING THIS BUT ALSO WOW DO I KINDA HAYE IT#đ itâs ok Iâll just dig a hole and lay down for a while itâs fine
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