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they've already edited the photo on twt and the amount of copium it reeks of is just funny atp. like as an outside observer who has no weight in this it's extremely clear their projected perception of their faves - that's never once been true - keeps crumbling and they're desperate for control of people they never had it over. and it wouldn't even need to be a thing if they just opened their eyes and used their brain. being parasocial and putting celebs on pedestals is a killer bruh
#ev speaks#like it doesn't change the fact they were there for his birthday and you look silly#I hope it made you feel better and mightier I guess?#living off gotchas for a guy you let live rent free in your head while he carries on is so sad hnfjd#it's one of those things I just observe and I'm like damn. I'm in this fandom for the ship I can't imagine spending my time this shittily 😭#fuck it hiiii
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not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]
#'your moon is here' things that make me explode like a supernova#UGHHHHHHH what if i was perpetually in your orbit. influencing the tides. protecting you from asteroids. and slowly drifting further away.#then you stopped moving and i was only pulse to your dead heart. orbiting you. right where ive been left. and so you started turning again.#ria.txt#personal#space opera au#(<- not about what you think is about)#hiiii this is gaining traction so glad we're all going insane :D your moon is here is SO fucked up. so good.#xkcd#randall munroe#space#moon#anyways xkcd comics are so good. entertaining witty and informative. check em out!#ok this is about false and ren from hermitcraft#falseren
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Better Watch Out
Danny had just started to feel like he was settling in with the Waynes. It had been... not ideal circumstances that brought him to the family in the first place, so getting used to not having to deal with all that mess was the first hurdle. The second being getting used to dealing with an entirely new- if more pleasant, mess. The Waynes, and Gotham by extension, were- to put it lightly- fucking crazy. He wasn't in Amity anymore and however much he'd thought it was the weirdest place on the planet before- he was absolutely rethinking that now. Where he had been one hero against a handful of villains, Gotham had a whole brigade of vigilantes against an army of villains. And they were... Bat-themed. For the most part. He'd yet to meet any of them, so he hadn't gotten the chance to ask what all that was about.
None of that was the point though. The point was that Danny had only recently stopped feeling like a fish out of water around his new foster family, and now the Holidays were coming. The Holidays that always served to put him in a sour mood. The Holidays that made him more prone to lash out and snap at those that didn't deserve it. The Holidays that, despite being Jewish by heritage, Bruce seemed oddly enthusiastic about celebrating.
(It reminded him, painfully, of Sam. He'd yet to be able to see here since everything went down and he missed her and Tucker something fierce. Which was maybe also putting him in a bad mood.)
So you really couldn't blame him for feeling a little tense about the whole situation. Not only were the Christmas decorations that smothered the Manor making him grouchy, but his grouchiness was also making a guilty pit form in his stomach. He was a moody teenager and adding trauma on top of that didn't help how caustic he could be- and adding fear on top of that made it all the worse. What if he saw Dick in his Santa hat, grinning and innocent, and he snapped? What if he saw Damian, stoic but loving, give Titus a shiny red bow-tie collar for the season and he made a caustic comment that went too far? What if he saw Bruce so much as smile at him while standing near the giant tree in the foyer and he saw green?
What if he ruined Christmas? Again? For people that didn't deserve it? Again? What if he hurt the people he cared about that had only ever shown him care and consideration? Again?
So Danny was just a bit tense. A bit on edge. And he was trying. Oh Ancients was he trying. To not be such a little bitch about all the Christmas stuff. But he had a limit. Bruce, being the rich socialite that seemed far too enthusiastic about family-centered holidays, did not have a limit. Every inch of the manor was covered in tinsel and holly and blinking lights and fake snow. Every spare moment was filled with different siblings being coerced into doing cheesy holiday activities, with Danny being the only one to attend every single one of them. (Cutting down a Christmas tree with Jason. Buying presents at the mall with Tim. Decorating while hanging from the chandelier with Dick. Caroling very badly with Stephanie. Making snow angels with Cass. Watching Christmas movies with Duke.) And he attended them all with a barely restrained snarl and a badly bitten tongue. The one time, one time, he'd told Bruce no- the guilt had eaten him alive (and dead) at seeing the man melt into the most pathetic kicked-puppy look he'd ever seen.
No grown man should ever be able to do that with his face. Danny never wanted to see that again.
In return, though, he had to face the Horrors.
The latest Horror being the worst he'd ever faced to date. A Horror that he thought he'd never have to face. He thought he'd slipped past this particular one by aging out. He was too old for this. He shouldn't be there. Damian, scowling and eyes filled with murderous intent, shouldn't be there. Dick and Bruce seemed to both be having the time of their lives. It was far too disturbing- and the continuous blasting of Christmas music and the overheated crush of a restless crowd only made it worse.
They were in line to see Santa at the mall.
It made his skin crawl. He was fifteen! Damian, the poor bastard, was also fifteen!
He could practically feel Ghostwriter laughing his ass off at his predicament. This was worse than getting stuck in a rhyming Christmas cautionary tale. He would 100% rather be stuck in one of Ghostwriter's cheesy poems than be stuck in the stupidly long line to see the fake mall Santa that probably didn't want to be there just as much as Danny.
But Bruce looked so fucking happy. Genuinely happy.
It was something he'd noticed early on about his foster dad. He smiled a lot and smiled big, but he rarely ever meant it. Now, Danny wasn't usually one to notice things like that. He got pretty wrapped up in his own problems and just- didn't have the skill to notice these things. Usually. But, well, being ghostly gave him a bit of an advantage. He could get a pretty good read on a person's emotions, regardless of what expression they wore. If he felt close enough to them. Frostbite had compared it to, like, family pack bonding. And he really, really didn't want to think about that further (why had it never worked for his parents? why did he feel so close to Bruce so quickly? why?) But, more importantly, he could tell that while Bruce smiled a lot, he rarely meant it.
But whenever Danny or his foster sibling begrudgingly participated in "family holiday activities" he smiled and he meant it. Bruce, fundamentally, was a sad man. Always grieving something. But here and now? In line to see his teenage children visit fucking Santa in the mall? He was smiling from ear to ear and his emotions, for once, matched. Yeah, there was a hint of mischief there, but it was overwhelmed by the giddy joy and excitement.
A suspicious amount of excitement... Like he was expecting something.
And then Bruce was leaning down between him and Damian and with a bright grin, he muttered, "I have a surprise for the both of you."
And even Dick, who had not stopped taking a stupid amount of pictures the entire time, paused to look at Bruce curiously.
"As I've told you both before," he said, looking over at Dick and back to Damian, "I know the real Santa. Met him a few times, saved Christmas with him a few others, and he owed me a favor for the last misadventure we had. So, I asked him to be here, for this one afternoon, for you guys."
Danny barely caught a glimpse of Dick rolling his eyes in the background. Oh, okay, so this was bullshit that has long been established. Nothing new on his account. That was something at least.
"Father," Damian interrupted with scorn and a promise of violence in his voice, "you are aware that this- Santa Claus creature- is fictitious, are you not?"
"Damian, chum," Bruce responded carefully, sincerely saddened, "why would you say that about an old family friend?"
And, poor Damian, looked two parts baffled and three parts murderous. Nonplussed and unable to even fathom a response to his father. He just stared the man down.
Dick huffed in exasperation behind them. "C'mon, B. Will you let that go already?"
Bruce furrowed his brows, eyes already taking on that faint sheen of kicked-puppiness, and looked back up at his eldest. "You don't believe me, Dickie? After all these years?"
Dick responded with a flat stare. Danny kind of wished he had popcorn for this moment. It was like witnessing a mild car crash. Nobody got hurt and it was still wicked to see parts flying everywhere. There was even a chance of things catching fire. Man was he glad he could just watch.
"Danny?" Bruce pleaded, turning to him with those sad, sad eyes. "Do you believe me, chum?"
And fuck how was he supposed to respond to that?
"I have it on good authority," he said, thinking of yearly fight, after fight, after fight, "that his existence is very hotly debated in the scientific community."
He could feel the questioning stares from Damian and Dick but he refused to look away from the innocently tilted head of his unfortunate foster father.
"Is that a yes?" and he sounded so sincerely hopeful. He couldn't crush the man's spirit. He couldn't.
But he also refused to lie and say he believed in Santa. At fifteen.
He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth, but eventually replied. "It's a hotly debated topic."
And Bruce just smiled that empty smile and patted his shoulder. "Thanks, chum."
He, again, ignored Damian and Dick's stares. If he looked at them, he'd break. If he so much as made partial eye-contact, he was gonna fucking lose it.
"Oh look! We're almost at the front!"
Danny was living his worst life. Officially. This was the bad time-line. Dan's future didn't even come close. He was going to go mega evil any second now and kill everyone in the vicinity and then himself. This wasn't happening and it wasn't real and Santa Claus can't hurt him because he isn't real.
But Bruce, the saddest man in history, utterly and sincerely believed that he was.
So Danny was going to sit on some random old dude's lap and pretend to care about what he wanted for Christmas and whether or not he'd been a good boy this year and he was going to force a smile the entire time and his soul might shrivel up and die all the way inside, but at least Bruce would be happy.
What the fuck kind of afterlife was he living.
And then it was their turn and Danny was forced to go up first because the alternative was Damian committing homicide in the middle of the mall while Dick and Bruce cheerily took pictures.
Okay. Just sit down. Spit out answers to any inane questions. Pose for picture. And leave. Simple and easy and completely unbearable. But- for Bruce- he would bear it.
But, damn it all, a chill went down his spine as he approached.
No. Absolutely not.
There was no way. But he examined the man sitting in the chair and the more he saw the more the sinking pit in his stomach grew. Full thick beard of snow white hair. Brown eyes filled with smug mischief and magnanimity. Thick red velvet jacket made for trapping in heat in extreme cold weather, lined with white fur that looked suspiciously close to trim on cloaks he'd seen in the Far Frozen. A not-quite-ghostly-not-quite-magic-but-something-in-between aura he often got around Gods and Ancients.
Fuck, but Bruce actually knew the real bonafide Santa Fucking Claus.
What, and he means this with a great amount of emotion, the fuck.
He sat down in a stupor and the man just placidly smiled at him, a twinkle in his eye letting him know that he knew Danny was currently experiencing new stages of grief not yet known to man and was just gonna let him ride it out. How nice of him. Because of course he was being nice. He was Santa.
Fuck.
He looked up at the man. Ghost. God. Whatever. And for a good moment that's all either of them did. Just. Stared.
Sorry, Santa, Danny's brain has suddenly gone on vacation. 404 not found. Please leave a message after the tone. Error. Sorry, there's nothing there. Please try again.
After a few agonizing moments he asked, "how? Do you know Bruce?"
And Santa laughed at him, the sound working its way into his bones and filling him with a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. It tasted just a bit like egg nog. Gross.
"Well," the man started, voice deep and rich like a good cup of hot chocolate, (whatthefuckwhathtefuck). "Why wouldn't I know a man like Bruce? Honorable, righteous, and very skilled. One of the best the Justice League has, if I'm being honest."
And then Danny's brain stopped completely. Because there was no fucking way Santa (FUCK) was implying what he thought he was implying.
But it all made so much sense now. His ears were ringing suddenly and the world was greying out but he was Seeing the Light.
"-nny?" Santa (FUCK!!) was saying. "Are you alright? Want to tell me what you want for Christmas now?"
"Hm," he said airily, still not all the way there, "I'm good, thanks."
And then he slid off the man's lap and walked back to his foster family in a daze. And he looked at Bruce (BATMAN!! FUCK!!!) and he slid a slow hand down his face, attempting to take the skin off it in the process.
"You alright, Danny man?" Dick asked, only half paying attention while he gleefully snapped pictures of a sullen Damian barely restraining himself from committing violence while stubbornly standing next to Santa instead of sitting on his lap.
"That's the real Santa, Bruce is Batman, and I'm half-dead," he replied bluntly.
Dick fumbled his phone in response and Bruce merely raised his eyebrows.
"That's an odd start to a 'three guys walk into a bar' joke there, chum," he said amiably. And Danny wouldn't have noticed the tension in his voice if he weren't ghostly. But he was and unfortunately for them all, it was now everyone's problem.
"Not a joke," he said. "I'll explain the dead part later but Santa outed you on accident."
"Okay, no," Dick interrupted, "we are not leaving the dead part for later, Danny, what the fuck."
"Listen," he said flatly, slapping his hands on either side of Dick's face and smooshing it to convey his seriousness while he spoke. "Santa is real, he's a God, and he's sitting right there." He emphasized with a sweeping wave of his arm in the direction Damian was stomping back towards them from. "We're leaving the dead part for later."
"What is all this about? Dead part? What is going on?" Damian demanded in rapid succession, growing more aggressive and persistent with each question.
Danny, already on his last fucking nerve, was gonna lose it. For real.
"Apparently," Dick drawled, disbelief and an unfair amount of derision in his tone, "that's the real Santa, he told Danny B was Batman, and Danny's now saying he's dead."
"What-"
Damian did not get to finish his sentence because that was the exact moment Danny finally snapped. Every bit of pent up tension and hostility, every bit of restrained Holiday fueled fury he'd been bottling up. Unleashed all at once because Dick decided to be an asshole about not believing him.
Danny snatched one of the giant plastic candy canes that lined the aisle of the queue to see Mall (but actually Real) Santa and gave a good swing in Dick's direction. Dick who had unfairly good reflexes and was able to dodge by jumping over the swing and landing back neatly on his feat.
"Danny?!" he cried, incredulous.
But Danny was no longer listening. Only reveling in the wild swinging of the candy cane and attempting to land a hit on Dick for being an absolute dick and finally unleashing hell upon the world and specifically his asshole foster brother. And maybe he put a little bit more ghostly strength in his last swing than he meant to, because when he finally made contact- he heard a pained off as Dick went down hard.
"Danny, please," he wheezed from the soft bank of fake snow he'd fallen into, "it's Christmas."
He screeched and continued his assault. "It's December 10th!"
And then, promptly; Bruce wrangled the candy cane from Danny's grasp, Damian pulled Dick from the floor, and they were all calmly escorted from the mall and asked politely to never return.
Danny really, truly, hated Christmas. And it looked like that wasn't going to change any time soon.
#naps fics#nap shitposts in the afterlife#danny phantom#dp x dc#dpxdc#dp x dc fanfic#sorry we need to make use of bruce knowing actual fucking santa more often#and pair it lovingly with dannys hatred for christmas#its SO funny#this was supposed to be a funny little shitpost and then evolved sorry#trying to get back in the habit of writing before working on OEG again#anyway hiiii
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CRISTIN MILIOTI "The Penguin" premiere Photos by Emilio Madrid.
#jesus fucking christ hiiii#(but this time with the source i wanted to add that thank youuuu emilio for these)#cristin milioti#the penguin#the penguin hbo#hbo the penguin#the penguin tv#dcedit#flawlessbeautyqueens#mine#edits2024
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>> CERCERION, GRIEF OF THE STORM <<
#windyart#broken horizon#cercerion#dragon#storm#sky#painting#HEYYY HIIII i did this and im so super proud of it here u go mwah :]#if u zoom in you can see some birds except theyre not birds theyre dragons. cer is fucking massive in this state#anyway LOOK AT MY GUY THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#song rec#also hiii hiii this is a ploy for you to listen to kings. dont worry i will be linking this song at least 4 more times for 4 more art piece#:)
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auuuugh he has no fucking idea how much i love him
#spacie scribbles#springtrap#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#springtrap fnaf#william afton#purple guy#gotta catch up on draawing him nowww#hiiii springtrap hiiii#havent seen you since november#someone drew him with a missing tooth and i#i yoinked that ngl#youuu fucking old man#GET IN MY FUCKING BED NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW#fnaf 3#am i missing any tags#hmmm#i have work in 30 minutes#i beeetter not be missing any#i will kill#these were warm ups b4 th main event#realized i wasnt limber enuff#auugh the 2nd one#hes sooo fucking goofy#damn i did good on that one#SPRINGTRAP HOLD MY HAND SPRINGTRAP#SMASHES MY FIST THRU THE WALL
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Grrrr mr gallagher... 😳
This drawing was made in collaboration with VEIKK Tablet who have kindly sent me to review their Creator VK1060 Pro. If you're interested, pls click this link for 21% OFF your purchase!
#hiiii its your baby's first review collab 🥹#i actually got this collab offer sometime back in january when wacom got into the ai promo scandal#which is fucking hilarious to me when you think about it#veikk knows what they were doing lol#honkai star rail#hsr#gallagher#gallagher hsr#my art
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@vulpixisananimal
[Soothing Restful Song]
[You hear a bell. Chiming, tolling, calling your name.]
#HIIII PIIIIIX DID U MISS MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE#i have. normal thoughts on mirabelles new attack. anyway did u know the script project refers to the sound of her reflecting—#—the kings attack as a bell sound. bc i do!#smth smth the bell it tolls for thee. u get it#dont worry abt the fact that theres tears in the attack. im sure thats fine and means absolutely nothing#in other news i found it kinda ironic that her attack is full of change circles. bc its the opposite of change. so i changed it!#all the circles are now incomplete! symmmmbolismmmm :3c#i also think its neat that yours doesnt have her actual Craft Shape so i kept that. instead i made the clock hands into stars. :3c#love drawing meeble. i figured her out last week and its great#my art#sifstem#siffrin system au#isat mirabelle#mirabelle isat#isat spoilers#in stars and time#i was also considering showing her danglys but. hides her change symbols. :3cccccccc#im SO proud of how this turned out. god. i literally went into my sketchbook to doodle it and then suddenly this was on my tablet#its got so many goddamn effect layers too...#worth it lol#im sure mirabelles feeling SO normal abt freezing someone in time. yknow. the thing the king did. im sure thats fine.#im sure its not worrying at all that shes capable of doing that. using the Craft That Fucking Kills You.#god i love the sifstem au its SO COOL
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robots who have been given wiring and parts mirroring internal organs and have wires that function as nerve endings and they're essentially "biologically" just like a human but with artificial parts are so cool and awesome yes this is about zane ninjago
#ROBOGORE ROBOGORE ROBOGORE#IT'S SO COOL WHAT THE FUCK i have so many thoughts okay#'send tweet' we arent on twitter#im insane anyways#ninjago#zane#zane julien#THIS APPLIES TO PIXAL TOO BY THE WAY. AND CRYPTOR. AND ECHO. ALL THE NINDROIDS#spinjitsu screams#THIS IS ABOUT THE LAST POST I REBLOGGED BTW IF YOU SEE THIS HIIII GREY
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I've never doodled chemach on this blog before which is a CRIME because I love her so so much-
#cult of the lamb#cotl#the ones art#cotl chemach#cotl lamb#pupdessa#she's just so yknow. girly pop no one could ever make me hate you <3#no lie anytime i come across her room i go 'hiiii chemaaach!' she's a real one forever#duck duck and whatever the fuck is going on with her <3#humbled gods au
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im back! wanted to redraw my first finished ultrakill fanart to celebrate being in this fandom for a year. god i love robots. thanks for your time
#ultrakill#ultrakill fanart#v1 ultrakill#v2 ultrakill#robots#v4v#fuck it that too. homoeroticism of mutually threatening each other#hmmbodraws#eyestrain#guns#in case ppl have to filter of course#also hiiii sorry i changed jobs and living situations so am only now having time to do Things I Like again#planning to both do artfight and hopefully apply for that utkl map :3 expect more content relevant to both soon!
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!!!!!??_!&)&?&)&?(4:? okay guys. based on this crazy as fuck fic i read at 1am last night and lobotomized my brain
#project sekai#prsk fa#more more jump#mmj#airi momoi#shizuku hinomori#proseka#shizuai#also hiiii op if u see this haha#pleas.e#please.#feed me more.#feed the szais more. im on my knees.#i think u have one of the best characterization for szai bc iw as fucking Obsessed w how fucking dense airi was#genuinely. HAHA
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#ts4#the sims 4#simblr#sims community#show us your story#deja senti: story#nerve#prey#bowie#cheshire and friday are in the bg hiiii#nerve will never be able to catch his breath i s2g#ohhhhh preeyyyyyy...........#imagine ur nerve trying to enjoy ur night u see the guy u fucked once on stage and then here comes GIRLS HEART MY SWAG#meanwhile hes gay and hates women
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IF YOURE LOST YOU CAN LOOK AND YOU WILL FIND ME
TIME AFTER TIME
IF YOU FALL I WILL CATCH YOU ILL BE WAITING
TIME AFTER TIME
#whoops accidentally posted this on the wrong blog#theyre trying to promote time and time again but they messed up the name#its okay theyre doing a good job#time and time again#ttawebcomic#webtoon#webtoon originals#adam and steve#drawing#my art#digital art#digital drawing#whatever I hate tagging stuff#nyooooooom#lets fucking gooooooo#theyre so cute#these tags are all just for me btw I expect like 0 people to read them#but if you do#hiiii omg hi#welcome to my twisted tags
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Nightmare, do you sell catnip? my cats looking to get high
- ALT - PASSIVE!NIGHTMARE: ...Pardon? KILLER: I HAVE SOME FOR 50$!!!
- IDK - He's not saying pardon cause he's concerned, he just can't read what you're saying right now (opioids got to him fast)
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#Silly Ask#It not NYATT my intention to make Nightmare's sweater's color scheme nearly identical's to frisk SJSJSJ#I just made Dream's color pallete hues purple to get that twin vibes SJSJSJSJ#honestly I think it's cool either way!!!#anywhos yes Nightmare is passive#Whenever he's passive it's cuz he abused pain opioids#speaking of which do NOT abuse opioids#or any medicine/drugs it WILL fuck you up and cause irreversible damage!!!#this blog is all sillies in stuff but I have an ending planned for it and it's gonna be a sad one (i just gyatta hope there's specific asks#being asked)#ANYWHOS!!!#ask the druggieverse#atdv#druggieverse#passive nightmare sans#passive nightmare#killer#killer sans#undertale#undertale au#utau#undertale multiverse#fanart#ask blog#sans au#Also if anyone see's this uhhh....#HIIII#not everyone got new designs sorry </3
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I joked to my friend @the-darkmess to draw sans undertale when she was wondering what she wanted to draw and didn't expect a masterpiece. Posting with permission!
#art#not my art#friend art#cool art#undertale#sans undertale#sans#self insert#sans ut#self ship#HIIII THIS IS SO CUUTE#theres a good energy to this s#ive been in a bad slump but this really helped me feel better#i love the dumb 80s as fuck overlay on top its so lame <3
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