#act pr

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[honeyed-lemonade]

frankly I think as a fandom we’ve been blowing things out of proportion on the regular far too much

[satoryuuu]

Lewis’s response about Lando’s comments: “it didn’t bother me, no.”

*taps mic* this is what I mean by lewis is no longer phased by these sort of comments because he was in the trenches during 2014-2016 and giving as good as he got from Nico. It really is an age thing.

[batsplat]

2007 // 2008 // 2024

[steamedlotusroot]

as a native chinese, i feel like some of yall are taking the gods in lego monkie kid a bit too seriously. i understand why it feels iffy to ship / make silly content of deities that people worship irl (eg. nezha, sun wukong) but it’s a phenomenon on chinese social media too. c-netizens ship the fictionalized versions of these gods, which the gods of lego monkie kid are. they aren’t the actual gods people worship; they’re slightly tweaked versions of the book characters, just like any other chinese adaptation or retelling of jttw (and such stories like fsyy) also, no, nezha isn’t a child, in lmk or jttw or sometimes irl. just because he’s often depicted in child form doesn’t make him an immortal child. eros / cupid is often depicted as a winged baby, and he has a wife and kids. it’s basically the same thing here. nothing in lmk suggests that nezha is a child (his voice, his appearance, his personality etc. all imply he is an adult), and while he’s described as youthful in jttw, he’s already 1700+ years old by then and gods can shapeshift. people only think he’s an immortal baby because that’s a popular depiction of him, since one of his prominent myths is set during his childhood. but as long as you’re talking about the god nezha (fictionalized or the religious figure) and not the human child nezha, then that’s an adult [edit: the last sentence couldve been worded better. i would summarize it as “immortal youth nezha is a valid depiction and is popularized by mythology, but adult god nezha exists too and they are NOT mutually exclusive”]

[mulderscully]

never wanna hear y'all call gillian a t*rf again btw. they don't get to have her.

[zirconiumpants]

I've seen plenty of people complaining about Astarion being "useless" or going down constantly in battle and I'm like, "can't relate"

I gave that boy every stealth boosting armor I came across and a stack of invisibility potions. He misty steps up to the high ground and just rains sneak attack damage like artillery fire, I think he might also crit on 19s? iirc? (I forget exactly how I built him)

BUT I didn't even do any crazy multiclassing! Like some vid I saw that was like "respec him to this, and then give him a level in that, and another level in this class, and then give him this item, blah blah blah" NO! He is *purely* rogue in my playthrough and he's REGULARLY doing twice the damage anyone else is

I finally beat moonrise purely thanks to him posting up in the rafters with a greater invisibility potion 🥰

I love him the way he is

[repsolhonda]

GOOD MORNINGGGGG LOAN TOKYO DATE 🎊🎊🎊

[ratatatastic]

"eughhh" "you wanna bite?" "ughh no absolutely not" "trash"

give this man an oscar he acted like a fresh muffin straight from the packaging was icky garbage you must throw away lest the recycling gods come after you for your transgressions

[msmc-796-official]

what is msmc? im kinda out of the loop

Huh, I guess we never really explained that too well in our intro post, did we. Welp! Doesn't hurt to educate the newbies.

According to the Lancer Core Rulebook, pg. 411:

"A pan-galactic mercenary organization known for its low rates, broad portfolio, and civic legitimization service, the Mirrorsmoke Mercenary Company (MSMC) is formally incorporated as a “grayspace” private military company. No job is too big or too small, as long as a Union state in good standing will call it legal."

In short, there are a whole bunch of mercenary companies scattered across the world of Lancer, and MSMC is one of the larger ones (referred to in the Core Rules as a "notable non-state actor" - i.e., a smaller company than the Big 4 and Union that is nevertheless widely known across the galaxy). Best known for its terrifying legal teams and reputation as the "garbage men of the galaxy", MSMC is the company you call when nobody else will do your job for you.

There are 999 mercenary squadrons employed under MSMC, each with a numerical designation and a few nicknames apiece. This blog catalogues the adventures of MSMC-796 "Heaven's Fury", consisting of the mercenaries Angel (that's me!), Slipshod, and Lockbreaker. By association, we've kind of become the de facto voice of MSMC among the Lancer community on Tumblr, though there are other MSMC-affiliated blogs out there if you poke around a bit.

As of our interactions with them, MSMC-796 has made good friends with a fanmade mercenary group known as CORSAIR Mercenary Company, or CMC (found at @corsair-mc-official). The Core Rules list a few other named mercenary companies from the world of Lancer, such as The Golden Hand and Goblin Throne Industrial (GTI), but to our current knowledge, neither of these companies have an official Omninet (that is, Tumblr) account just yet.

So yeah, that's us! Hopefully this helped explain some things.

-- Angel

[keepthedelta]

not people losing their minds over oscar's broken rib saying he'll take everything to his grave we'll never know anything about his life as though he didn't tell us all about it completely unprompted??? if he was really trying to keep it private we wouldn't have found out about it until lando wrote a jenson button style tell all book that mentioned it off-hand in a paragraph mostly about golf and mcdonalds

[enchiibean]

🌻🌻🌻

[jrueships]

do we think the stosh reunion will be devastating…… i do

it will be... ill hate it.

josh is having ptsd of the last words stef asked him while they were making their last love

[fluttershyes]

Oh no now the bot accounts are raiding your ask box T_T

(the ones asking for money like c’mon bruh)

fuck off. if any of the gfms ive linked to are fake then lmk immediately w proof and ill take it down, but if ur just complaining you have to look at so many palestinians asking for donations than i hope you realize that 1 im doing that on purpose, right now my blog is getting a lot of traction for a couple different posts and that means a lot of eyes are on my page and 2 that also means that more palestinians who signed up to tumblr to try and crowdfund probably found my page for that reason. right now i feel like the least i can do is answer their asks and share their links but its going to fucking seem like spam if you dont take a second and think about just how many people there are in palestine being brutally martyred disabled poisoned raped and abused just for the crime of being palestinian. i really could care less if you find it annoying because maybe people who just followed me but dont know me can just block me rq or whatever…

[eternalgirlscout]

i briefly looked it up and i havent seen anyone else mention this, but i discovered by accident in my first bg3 playthrough that if you do enough nonlethal damage to auntie ethel while she's still in her human form to drop her to zero, she transforms into her hag form but stays knocked out so you can just whale on her unconscious body in the house instead of doing the whole underground hag fight

[keepthedelta]

i'm sure the mctwinks aren't actually at each other's throats screaming crying throwing up but i do find it very funny that the second any sentence clearly pr checked before being published comes out that says things are good fans are plastering it over the dash as though it's irrefutable proof that everything is completely fine and anyone who even joked that it wouldn't be is some sort of deranged lunatic trying to create drama. girl get some common sense and some media literacy and remember a few things about the human condition