#but thank you for those sources

[galactaknightyaoi]

🏳️‍⚧️ DOUBLE HEADCANON ATTACK!!! 🏳️‍⚧️

Family HCs are already fun on their own but with transness added on they're even better. It's actual comedy gold. Also I've always wanted to draw some kind of Meta Knight VS Galacta Knight type thing, but I can't take anything seriously like that. So you get This.

What This is, is a way too high effort shitpost. It took a combined 2 and a half? Days, though most of it was just sketching. I'm proud of it! Anything for the bit.

Textless version + unfinished doodle under the cut

[luxaofhesperides]

We Are Robins meeting to Signal apprehending Danny ; requested by @zylev-blog!

“Hey, Danny. How are you feeling?”

Danny gives Duke a tired smile, his head falling back against the wall. He’s sitting up today, which is good. It’s definitely an improvement from the many days Danny was unable to do much but lie down and grit his teeth through the pain as Duke checked on the gunshot wound. It’s a good thing Danny’s a meta with a healing factor, or nothing Duke could have done would have saved him.

As it is, the wound was severe enough to keep Danny vulnerable and unable to move on his own without making it worse. Though Duke has looked, he hasn’t had any luck in finding whoever did this to Danny. He hasn’t brought it up to the rest of the We Are Robin gang, but only because Danny only let him help if he kept it between the two of them.

What’s another secret? If it lets him stay close to Danny and make sure he’s healing well, then he’ll keep quiet and carry on the search by himself. He’s got plenty of practice in doing things on his own.

“Busy out there?” Danny asks as Duke sits down next to him, dropping his backpack onto the ground. 

“Yeah, it’s tough with the cops after us, but someone needs to help Gotham and with Batman gone…”

A pained expression crossed Danny’s face. Eyeing him carefully, Duke opened his backpack and pulled out a few protein bars and sports drinks for him. Once Danny takes them and began eating one, Duke takes out the first aid kit, always kept at the bottom of the backpack, and sets it in front of Danny.

The most he can do is offer supplies and company at this stage of Danny’s healing. He gets twitchy and tense when Duke tries to tend to his wound, and seems to have plenty of practice in patching himself up. 

He didn’t answer when Duke commented on it once, so Duke let the matter drop. 

Metas may have legal protection, but that doesn’t stop people from targeting them. Duke has no intention of pushing Danny into remembering unpleasant things while he’s already wounded, hiding out in the upper corner of an abandoned warehouse taken over by a group of homeless people. Most aren’t inside during the day, choosing instead to be out with the rest of the city, which leaves them alone. 

Duke keeps an eye on the ground floor of the warehouse, making sure no one comes in while Danny tends to his wound. When he peeks back, he can see that it’s much smaller than it was the night Duke found him, crawling down an alley with one hand clutching his side, tears slipping down his face. There had been so much blood that Duke was sure he had just stumbled upon someone dying and froze, horrified. 

And then a shout down the road prompted him to move, hauling Danny up and helping him into the warehouse to hide. 

For a normal person, if it didn’t kill them, the wound would still be raw and bleeding, larger than any gunshot wound he’s seen before. But Danny’s wound is closing up quickly, no longer bleeding, the edges a healing pink.

It doesn’t look like it’s going to scar, either. 

“Think it’ll be all healed up by the end of the week?”

Danny glances up, then continues covering it with new bandage, large enough to cover the entire wound. “Hopefully,” he says. “Then I’ll be out of your hair and can figure out a way to get home.”

“Your folks gonna look out for you?”

“Probably. I’m not planning on telling them, though, since they’ll get way too overprotective. The only reason they’re not tearing Gotham apart looking for me is because I came here with my godfather and he told them we’d be gone for two weeks. Can’t believe he tried to kill me on day one…”

“Your godfather tried to kill you?”

“Yeah. Not personally, or anything, but he definitely hired the guy who shot me. Though he also yelled at him for shooting me? Not sure what that’s about, but I never trusted the guy and he didn’t try to help me afterwards when I ran away, so. You know.”

Duke wants to have a conversation with Danny’s godfather. Maybe bring the other Robins along to make sure the message sinks in: Don’t touch Danny.

But Danny, acting so casual about his godfather trying to kill him, would be unhappy about it, and Duke would really rather be able to take care of him than be shut out for trying to take control of the situation.

“Shit, man, that sucks,” he offers, instead of prying for details so he can hunt down his godfather. “You want a hug or something? I can’t really do much else, but if it can make you feel better about all this…”

Danny brightens and shoves the first aid kit away, his shirt (one of Duke’s old ones he offered up to replace the bloodstained one) falling to cover the bandage. “Please. I would love a hug, dude, I don’t remember the last time I felt so lonely.”

Carefully, Duke wraps his arms around Danny, leaning back so Danny could relax fully and not worry about holding himself up. Danny sighs into the hug, going fully limp as he drops his forehead onto Duke’s shoulder.

“Thanks for this. And everything,” Danny says some time later. He doesn’t move to pull away, so Duke stays as he is, watching the weak sunlight slowly move across the warehouse as it spills in from dirty windows. 

“You don’t need to thank me. I mean, I’m a Robin.” He brings up a hand to tap a finger against the R embroidered into his jacket. “It’s what we’re here for.”

.

.

.

It’s been years since he saw Danny. After he was fully healed, Duke helped him get to city limits, watching as he boarded a bus and disappeared down the road, leaving his life just as suddenly as he entered it.

After spending so much time together, quiet hours of stillness just looking out for each other, his life feels emptier without Danny in it. He knew it wouldn’t last, that Danny would go home eventually, but it didn’t make the parting any easier.

Even now, as Signal, taking a break from going on missions with the Outsiders to spend some time with the Bats, his thoughts drift towards Danny, wondering if he’s alright. In his darker moments, he wonders if Danny’s godfather has tried to kill him again, if he’s succeeded. In calmer, happier moments, he remembers Danny’s quiet stories about his family, his town, all his dreams and hopes for the future, remembers the easy company and how Danny didn’t look at him with pity when talked about his parents, just quiet and contemplative. 

Sometimes, he can’t resist the urge to look him up, but there are so many Danny’s out there that he doesn’t know where to start. He never got Danny’s last name or learned when he came from.

It’s not like he can just ask the Bats for help finding a guy he knew for two weeks before he ever joined them. They’re all busy with their own missions, and definitely don’t have time for Duke’s reminiscing. 

“Just caught sight of the truck entering city limits,” Oracle says in his ear. “It’s heading towards the Coventry.”

“On it. Any movement from the mobs?”

“None yet. I expect this to change soon. Red Hood and Black Bat are patrolling nearby if you need backup.”

“Got it. Signal out.”

His comline shuts with a little click, and then he’s grappling over the roof tops, keeping an eye on the roads in search of the truck. He doesn’t have time to think of Danny anymore, not when a shipment of new, experimental weapons is passing through Gotham. Spoiler had heard a few whispers of it and Red Robin helped find more solid details; the mobs are all looking to take the shipment for themselves in an attempt to get the upper hand in the nonstop fight for control of Gotham’s streets. 

It’s passing through during the day, visible and a good move to keep from being ambushed at night, but it’s not enough to stop mobs hoping to take out their competition with new weapons. Duke enters the Coventry just as his comline beeps once and Oracle begins giving him specific directions, along with a brief description of what the truck looks like. 

Apparently, the weapons are being moved in a U-Haul rental truck. That is… certainly a Choice™ to make for moving weapons around the country.

He follows it from the rooftops, but nothing happens. The truck passes through the Coventry without incident and takes a turn that keeps it away from Crime Alley and the Bowery. It gets to the middle of East End then pulls to a stop in the parking lot of a diner. 

Two people get out and stretch, then head in to get something to eat.

It would be the perfect time for someone to break in. Duke pulls the light over himself, manipulating it to make him disappear from sight as he looks down from the edge of the rooftop, tense and prepared for anything.

He almost doesn’t see it at first. It’s just a flicker, a flash of color, a shift in the shadows across the street. But he does see it, even if he can’t find it again, and drops down from the roof, creeping towards the truck.

Duke waits, holding his breath, off to the side of the parking lot. 

A minute passes. And then a figure materializes out of thin air, floating right behind the truck. All Duke can see is white hair and a black body suit; they’re either a meta or an alien, but either way, Duke is ready to take them down.

The figure lifts their hands and a bolt of neon green energy hits the truck, melting the back and leaving a large hole that gives them direct access to the weapons. And then they shoot again, destroying the weapons.

“Phantom!” someone shouts, and the truck driver comes tearing out of the restaurant, a white gun in his hand. His companion follows, her gun also out, and the begin shooting. 

Phantom dodges the blasts, then vanishes from sight. He reappears behind them a moment later, tackling back of them into the side of the truck. 

“No you don’t!” Duke say, rushing forward as he pulls at the shadows around him then sends them racing towards Phantom, restraining them. The driver and his companion collapse onto the ground, groaning weakly, and Duke grits his teeth. “O, send someone to look after the people moving the weapons. Apprehending an attacker now.”

He doesn’t wait to hear a response, tightening the shadow’s grip on Phantom, who struggles fiercely.

“We can do this the hard way, or the easy way,” he says, pulling Phantom closer to him.

Phantom doesn’t answer. They just scream, the force of it making Duke fall back. His shadows dissipate, and Phantom flies up.

“Get back here!”

Duke gives chase, dropping in and out of shadows, throwing some at Phantom in the hopes of catching him again. But Phantom is fast and it takes all he has to keep up as they cross Gotham.

He thought Phantom was flying around blindly, but the way they move across the roofs and then through the streets are too confident, too focused to be anything other than someone with a destination in mind. But where? Where could they be going? If they’ve been in Gotham, then Duke would have heard of them.

A flying, powerful meta with a multitude of powers? Yeah, he would have known about them.

Phantom flies through a wall and Duke curses, going onto the roof and looking around, waiting to see them fly out. But they don’t and Duke finds a broken skylight to drop in from, landing on the support beams of the warehouse, well above the ground.

He knows the warehouse, he realizes suddenly. It’s the warehouse Danny hid in while he was healing. Duke hasn’t been back in years.

“Just listen to me, please,” a voice says behind him, and Duke tense, spinning around to face Phantom, floating just out of reaching distance. “Those weapons are dangerous. No one should have them, it’s why I had to destroy them. Please, you can’t let them get those weapons out.”

Duke stares. Something about Phantom is familiar. The shape of his face, maybe. His voice. Maybe it’s just because he’s in the warehouse again, with someone pleading for his help.

Maybe it’s all in his mind.

“Danny?”

Phantom flinches, floating back a few inches. “What— How—”

“What happened? Is it your godfather again?”

“My— Duke? Is that you?!”

He definitely shouldn’t be doing this, but Danny’s here. Danny’s here in front of him, needing help, and he doesn’t need the Signal. He needs Duke.

He pulls off his helmet and lifts his bare face to Danny.

“Oh,” Danny breathes. “Well. I guess I should have known you’d be a hero. Can you help me one last time?”

“Yeah, of course Danny. Tell me what you need.”

“Those weapons, they were first made to kill me and others like me. It’s a whole thing I don’t have time to explain. But they’ve been changed to affect humans, all types of people, as well. I can survive a few hits from those weapons, but for most people, it would kill them instantly. I need to destroy all of them and stop any further production before the rest of the world gets a hold of them.”

“That’s why you—”

“They have to be destroyed,” Danny says. “And the people making and selling them need to be stopped. I can’t do it on my own. I’ve tried, but…”

“I’ll help,” Duke says, “I’ll help. This is a big enough problem to bring the Outsiders into it. Or the Bats, but they like to stay in Gotham.”

Danny floats closer, looking painfully relieved. “Really? They’ll be able to put an end to this?”

Duke reaches for him. “Yeah. they can do it. I’ll make sure of it.”

Danny’s feet land on the support beam as his hand meets Duke’s. They balance above the rest of the warehouse, drinking in the sight of each other. Duke rubs his thumb over Danny’s knuckles in soothing circles and watches as the tension begins to fall away from Danny’s shoulders.

“Duke,” he whispers, “I’ve missed you—”

The door below is kicked open, and a gunshot rings out. 

Moving on instinct, Duke tackles Danny, wrapping him up in his arms as they fall off the support beam. They hit the ground hard, rolling a bit, and Duke tucks Danny into his chest, bodily protecting him.

“Narrows!” 

The Red Hood stands over him, menacing, a gun pointed at him. 

“Hood?” He loosens his grip on Danny. “What the hell was that for?” 

“Thought you needed back up. You chased after our guy and lost your helmet, I think I’m right to be a little worried about you. So, who’s this?” There’s a hard edge to his voice, and Duke realizes with a sinking heart that all anyone else sees is an aggressor, a meta who attacked a truck full of weapons, attacked two people, and had to be chased down by the Signal. Jason’s seeing a threat and acting accordingly, putting Duke’s safety first. 

And with his helmet off, identity clear, Danny’s even more dangerous now that he has this knowledge.

“I’m sorry,” Danny whispers to Duke. He doesn’t have time to ask for what? before Danny’s shooting another beam of green energy at Jason then taking off, flying through the roof and out of sight.

“Shit,” Jason mutters, straightening up from where he ducked to avoid being hit, then puts his gun away and kneels next to Duke. “You alright? Why’d you let him go? I thought you had him.”

“I’m fine. He’s not… He wasn’t going to hurt me. He just needed help.”

“Sure. And what are you not telling me?”

“I knew him. He’s a good person, but he’s been in danger for a long time. This was him trying to protect others from what he went through.”

Jason takes off the helmet and stares at him. Then he sighs and reaches a hand down to help Duke to his feet. “Alright,” he says, “Let’s head back to the truck. You have until then to convince me that they’re the problem, and if they are, then I’ll help you blow up more of their weapons.” He claps a hand on Duke’s shoulder, then pulls his helmet back on. “Grab your helmet. We’re wasting daylight, Narrows.”

There’s nothing else he can do, no way to search for Danny when there are other leads to chase, so Duke grapples up to the catwalk where his helmet landed and grabs it.

Just before he puts it on, he sees a flicker of white just outside the window he’s facing. He ducks his head to hide a smile. It’s almost like he’s stepped back in time; Danny’s here in Gotham, needing help and asking for it in the warehouse. 

And though so much has changed in those years, there’s still one thing that Duke will ensure never changes: he’s Danny’s hero. Above Robin, or Signal, or anything else, Duke is Danny’s hero.

This time, he has the power to actually help Danny. He’s going to make sure no one ever hurts Danny again.

“Let’s go,” he says, jumping back down to Jason, helmet on. “I’ll tell you everything you need to know.”

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

more outfit requests, ft some pretty fellas!

Anna Valerious Frank for @sheriffopossum, & sparkly dress Wally for @wheatlover <3

[anxiety-elemental-kay]

Trigun Book Club, we've been having a good time here. Talking about themes like trauma, bodily autonomy, faith, redemption, violence, etc.

Now you can throw all that in the trash because I figured out what Trigun is really about:

Trigun is a cautionary tale about why you shouldn't make nuclear reactors out of MEAT

[spiciestmarinara]

So, show of hands, how many people immediately clocked that Sherlock pretended to faint to get the inspector to not talk about the note right after he got a handwriting sample from what’s-his-name?

[farshootergotme]

Did my ask about Dicks love language get eaten?? I sent an ask a while ago but it hasn't been answered. In case it did: what do you think his love language is? Cause I'm thinking words of affirmation and acts of service :3

Sorry!! I did get the ask. But there's so many others that I still have drafts of that it slipped my mind!

So, Dick's love language:

I'd say I agree with your take, but I'd also add physical touch as one of his ways to show affection. We often see Dick hugging his friends and family— either to greet them or comfort them. He's also one to keep an arm wrapped around others, like I've seen he does with Tim, or Kory. In fact, since we're bringing up Kory, he's shown to be very physically affectionate with his partners. He's the type to keep an arm around their waist, kiss them casually or hold hands. If the other person is comfortable, he won't hesitate on showing this type of affection.

As for acts of service, we know he tends to be a very available person. He helps when he can, he's one call away to anyone who needs him, he's happy to just do anything, not matter how big or small, for the people he loves. He's always offering to listen to anyone who wants to talk (I've seen it so many times I could make a list), he's ready to take on any responsibility that'll keep someone from getting overwhelmed, and that's a way he has of showing he cares. This can of course have it's consequences when he does it in spite of his own well-being, but I won't elaborate on that for the moment.

Now, words of affirmation is definitely another way he shows affection. He praises hard work, gives away compliments when he can and he ensures others know their worth when they're around him. It isn't uncommon for people to feel insecure around him, as he's often put on a pedestal by others; yet he never contributes to these insecurities. We can see it with Roy—who many times has compared himself to Dick—when he tells Dick he's always been jealous of him, that he's wanted to be him, and Dick immediately starts telling Roy that he's good man, even if he's made mistakes. It won't change how kind and caring he is. He doesn't think he's better than Roy or anyone else. He believes in everyone's worth and makes them aware of their value when they present him with these doubts.

One could also make a case for quality time being one of his love languages, but I'd say that even though he enjoys spending time with others, is not often he gets the chance to do it, as his life is very busy. But if he can hang out with the people he cares about, he will. The annual vacations with Wally, patrols with his family, reunions with the Titans, etc. As long as there isn't a world-threatening evil to defeat or a dangerous case to solve, he'll enjoy and look forward to these moments in which he can spend some time with others.

Gifts is the only one I haven't seen much of. I can't confirm nor deny if this is one of his love languages, but I'll say it isn't something he's opposed to.

Overall, Dick Grayson is just a very affectionate person who doesn't shy away from expressing his love for others and caring openly about them. It's one of the reasons he's so loved and trusted. It's very difficult to resist his charm.

[winepresswrath]

Darla/Angelus is also great because the show has a competing designated OTP and they exist to serve as contrast and hateful competition to THE ship. they are soulless monsters even by the standards of soulless monsters, they literally make the other soulless monsters go "yikes... your relationship seems not good maybe." but they love each other so fucking much. the writers can't help it. they are constantly trying to find their way back to each other. the way she hits him over a head with a shovel and leaves him to an angry mob while he tries to say he doesn't mind dying if it's with her AND the way they coo about it to each other afterwards. the way she takes him back against her better judgement because she missed him so so much but then kicks him out again later because he still can't be who she needs him to be. that's just how they say i love you.

[relaxxattack]

when i spend a whole hour reverse image searching a stim gif because one single person in a chain of stimboards decided not to credit any of the gifs they used

[tkachukitup]

okay but seriously, how is he so gorgeous?

[abyssalzones]

i can't speak for everyone but i personally LOVE overly ambitious fan content that relies heavily on personal experience. it improves the quality imo, enhances the experience if you will. so much fan content is just retreading what the source material already did and it's like girl if i wanted to see that i would just re-consume the source material. fan content SHOULD be personal imo. it should have heart and do things the source material never would or could. so keep it up 👍 ok thats all

that IS refreshing to hear actually you make a good point. I have a tendency to get self conscious about putting anything I care about into the world, so hearing this means a lot and definitely inspires me to keep going ^_^ thanks for the kind words !!

[mo-nmage]

wanting to work as a professional 3d modeler after i graduate so i just use tdp (and the sets) as my practice with different programs and textures and stuff, it's fun

if i have the chance i'd like to share something i do over here

[white-cat-of-doom]

Highlights from Act I and intermission of the opening night in Milan for the Italian Tour cast, 13 December 2023.

Act II highlights here.

Featuring Martina Peruzzi as Gatta Cucciola, Malika Ayane as Grizabella, Viviana Salvo as Demeter, Fabrizio Angelini as Asparagas, Sergio Giacomelli as Munkustrap, Giorgio Adamo as Gatto Rock Tugger, Elga Martino as Tantomile, Michele Balzano as Coricopat, Monika Lepistö as Victoria, Gaia Soprano as Cassandra, Giorgia Cino as Bombalurina, Rossana Vassallo as Electra, Rossella Lubrino as Rumpleteazer, Simone Ragozzino as Mungojerrie, Pierpaolo Scida as Gatto Mistoffelees, Gabriele Aulisio as Bill Bailey, and so many more :).

[prismit]

oh yea another fun thing about dead cells for me: being the closest i've ever come to properly experiencing a castlevania game, it's kinda funny to fight those bosses and then think back to completely different game i've played and go "THAT BOSS WAS AN HOMAGE TO CASTLEVANIA THE WHOLE TIME????"

[sunnnfish]

Your sasamiya timeline is a fucking BLESSING and you are so amazing for making it!!!!

Also, something to point out: in the ssmya vol 8 halloween kagihira extra.

The first panel.

HIRANO HAS A RING.

A RING ON A STRING AROUND HIS NECK. A WHOLE GAY ASS RING. THE SAME FUCKING ONE HE WEARS IN THE COLLEGE EXTRA (probably).

HI THANK YOU sorry for getting to this a bit late. Anyways. You’re so right and I will be making a note of this in the timeline… eventually. I have been so so busy but I will get around to updating the timeline with all the little notes people have been showing me I promise. But yeah super gay ass thing to be wearing Hirano. Want to tell us any more about that. ALSO I’m pretty sure this is the Halloween of their second year together (Kagi 2nd year/Hirano 3rd year) due to. Various interconnected reasons. I know the volume 8 extra is a continuation of the volume 4 Halloween extras (which were during the second year) I just forgot the exact source off the top of my head. Trust me 👍🏻

[radical-fire-vixen]

literally no amount of facts or stats or ANYTHING will make tras see any reason. they will continue to shove their fingers in their ears and scream until they get their way or fuck off.

i am someone who suffered with severe body dysmorphia in my early teens. i thought i was disfigured, ugly, a monster. when i was 13 i started drafting my plans for the cosmetic work i wanted done. a nose job, a lip lift, a chin implant, an eyebrow lift. my dysmorphia caused me so much pain i became suicidal. i wanted nothing more than to end my life because i thought my body was wrong, hideous. i nearly made several attempts on my life.

when i confided in my counsellor about this, i was referred to a psychiatrist. they didnt attempt to give me the plastic surgery i wanted so desperately, they saw i was mentally unwell and suffering. i received proper psychiatric help and was able to overcome my dysmorphia.

My own personal experiences are so similar to that of trans children. could you imagine if everyone indulged in my delusions, and had me referred to a cosmetic surgeon? i thought my body was wrong, and it nearly drove me to suicide. how was i any different from transgender children who wish to go on hrt, and receive sex changes & mastectomies? my heart hurts for these children suffering from dysphoria. if my dysmorphic delusions had been indulged i wouldnt have been any happier. instead of receiving proper care, these children are being sent off to gender clinics. its so despairing

Thank you for this, i think more trans kids need to know that they aren't alone in disliking their bodies. Almost every woman I've known in my life has a story like this. Not the same one but similar.

Thank you

[the-alan-price-combo]

Hiii, please do you know where I can watch that interview where Eric talks about the night Alan leave the band? The video that was on the post was deleted from YouTube 😭

P.s I love your drawings ❤️ (english is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistake )

AaAA!! Hello, and thank you so much for reaching out to ask!! 🥹🐾

I remember it was sometime earlier last year (2023) that I noticed that the YouTube links for the Eric-BBC-Interview clips had suddenly dissappeared - both the anecdote about the phone call Eric shared with Alan when Alan left, and the "love-hate, delicate relationship" clip. It was extremely disappointing to realize this.. not only because it left a couple missing sources in my essay, but also because I didn't have the foresight to save them beforehand; I apologize for that! 😭

I saved many, many Animals and Alan videos in late August of 2023, with this situation being one of the primary reasons. At the very least, I'm glad I typed out a little transcript of those moments, and it isn't as major with the anecdote from Eric's first autobiography supporting it... but, it does feel really weird to have a missing source to a video that I so distinctly remember being up with Eric actively saying those words. And it makes me feel really bad that I can't find it for you! 😢

I'll try and do some research and see if the full BBC interview is saved somewhere - that original YouTube uploader never included a date, but considering how somewhat decent the BBC is with archiving their interviews/broadcasts (several of Alan's are still in circulation!), maybe I'll be able to find the full broadcast! If I'm able to, I'll definitely message you or tag you in a post so you can listen to it!! 🐾✨️ And, of course, if the YouTube channel suddenly comes back, I'll let you know as well!

Thank you again for the kind words, and I'm very sorry that source is unavailable. 😭 I'm so glad you like my artwork as well - drawing the Animals (and Eric and Alan) is a passion of mine!! 💞🐾✨️