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#twewy#ntwewy#ntwewy spoilers#my art#hey guess what I'm not dead#been drawing again (finally) but it hasn't been twewy#so I haven't felt compelled to post#now with that said#back into the ether I go
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#stargate sg1#stargate atlantis#neko atsume#almost cried drawing that cute little fucking tac vest on jack btw. look at him.#not in love with all of the atlantis team especially rodney and weir and tela i fuckim struggled with them#like i'm happy with how they look it's fine but short of sticking a maple leaf on rodney or something you know#it's the props#i couldn't figure out how to make who they were obvious. idk man they're cute and i know who they are I guess. felt the same with sam tbh#giving her a little math sheet felt a lil cheap but you know what it's done i'm not gonna keep workin on these the gateroom killed me dead.#also i woulda done the other sg1 members that show up later but I haven't gotten there yet in my watch-thru.#like i saw them as a kid when it was airing on tv but not yet while actually paying attention to things like the plot#my posts#my art#stargate#the sg1 one was done first so that's why i didn't end up putting a lot of detail into the planet they landed on vs how much detail#i had to keep leaving out of the fucking got dam gateroom why is there so much detail in that room hey guys what the hell is up with that r
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Hi i'm absolutely in love with the reverse au!!
I want to know, in this verse does edwin still confesses to charles? if so how is it different? i feel if he did he would end it by apologizing, you know, religious guilt and all
There’s a train that goes through Hell.
Its journey starts in Wrath, and it departs already full of souls. It took Charles far too many years to realize that there were separate, more spacious wagons that demons could board. Not that he could understand why anyone, hellborn or not, would want to get into the damned thing. He certainly hadn’t.
Actually, Charles couldn’t recall ever boarding the train. As far as he could tell, he just appeared there one day, and had spent the next tortuous decades trying to get out. It was part of the torture. Getting out was entirely possible. More than that, it was necessary.
The train had no regular schedule that he could discern (not at first, though he had always been good at finding patterns, and was eventually able to crack it) but it would make quite a few stops before finally returning to the Wrath ring. Souls inside the train were already angry and far too close to each other (close, so close not even air could squeeze in) but when they got really violent was when the train made a stop.
Getting out didn’t mean you were free, no matter where you managed it, be it Sloth or Gluttony, Pride or Lust. No, as soon as the train finished its journey, you would appear back inside, in Wrath where you belonged, suffocating once again, getting ready to claw your way out for the millionth time.
Because if you didn’t get out, The Conductor would get you.
If he thought about it calmly, Charles could probably say that he got out of the train more times than not. Still, being caught by The Conductor once was bad enough, as there was no coal in Hell, and something had to serve as combustible. Souls could not burn to death, and the whole journey always felt longer than eternity when he was caught. Once it was over, he would be inside again, and fight with more desperation than before, not caring who stayed inside so long as it wasn’t him.
He couldn’t understand why anyone, hellborn or not, would want to get into the damned thing. He certainly hadn’t. But as the souls pushed and bit and clawed and punched their way out, Edwin boarded the train. And that wasn’t even the most groundbreaking revelation Charles had that day.
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#ask ask ask#dead boy detectives#dbda#payneland#edwin x charles#reverse verse#you get a... drabble? because there's no way I can draw the train#i spent a lot of time wondering how to reply to this without spoiling anything#and then i realized hey i can just draw it there's no schedule#who would have thought#but yeah it was decided early on that charles would be the one to confess#hope you like my little version of charles' hell!#he doesn't like multitudes#trains or enclosed spaces#did edwin eventually understand what charles meant?#uuuuuuh yeah a bit but he's in denial#also i want you all to appreciate how much courage it took for edwin to go to HELL being the religious person that he is#cw blood#i guess?? idk if i should tag something else#I... I didn't proof read and I'm a better drawer than writer be easy on me yeah?
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HII here’s a lil something for @thominho-week-2023!!!
- Day 2: Road Trip
- Day 3: “I really thought I lost you”
#The Maze Runner#tmr#thominho#tmr thomas#tmr minho#thominho week 2023#tmwd2#tmwd3#myart#YES i'm so happy that i had time to draw something this year!!!#kinda imagining jorge popping his head outta the window giving a few taps on the car like HEY for the last time BERTHA ISN'T A DATING SPOT#OH i should add Jorge to tags damn#tmr jorge#there#anyway yes those are also#canon compliant#minho deserves to be hugged#i like that he's just like. holding his Emotions in as thomas wakes up from the dead and the hug just. opens the Fucking Dam#if you think i've had enough of angtsy safe haven thominho you are DEAD WRONG and guess what i got MORE coming#(someday)#(eventually)
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So, uhh... what if I posted my own art on here? 👀
#.....I've never posted my art on here....#(unless you consider gif sets an art form I guess lol)#I'm kinda terrified lmao#*had literally not drawn anything in like three years* Hey what if I drew a 31 page comic?? 🤡💀#hahaha#who even wants this lmao#that's like.. way too long#why did I do this#ok no I'm gonna post it and then just... drop dead I guess lol
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and once again i say: F*CK MBC
#tv: my dearest#my dearest#mbc my dearest#namgoong min#nam goong min#ahn eun jin#kim yoon woo#kdrama#local gay watches My Dearest (and is subsequently f*cked up).txt#local gay watches k-dramas.txt#RYANG EUM GOT OUT. SHE ASKED HIM TO LIVE WITH HER. THEY ARE BOTH MEANT TO BE WAITING FOR JANG HYUN#God. i went digging and do you know how f*cked up it is that they filmed Ryang Eum telling Gil Chae how he felt about Jang Hyun#and then they just. cut that out entirely. cowards the lot of them Ryang Eum leaving bc he thought Jang Hyun was dead broke me#look what they did to my son. my bby boy look what they did to him#he took the f*cking fan. ykw f*ck this do you see what she meant to give us. do you see#apparently Kocowa has the last ep extended with this and a few other scens and subbed but yk. i can't find it anywhere#great now i'm f*cking crying. haven't even finished part two and i'm f*cking crying bc hey guess who thought of an alternate#ending and said f*ck that bc they can't deal with that rn. nope nope nope not today
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The Mafia Princess Part VIII: The Conversation
Mafia Princess Masterpost
AO3 Link
Winning Result/Previous Chapter: Ask if Desi can drop her off at a McDonald’s so she can get food.
Reminder: The poll for the next chapter will be under the read more at the bottom of the post!
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“I want to go to McDonalds.” Elsa hadn’t even realized she had voiced her semi-hysterical thought until Desi was slowly raising his eyebrows, and, well. At least he had proven by this point that he wasn’t going to shoot her for saying something dumb.
Considering that, Elsa decided to do what she had done since the moment she knew she was on her own in a world that wasn’t kind. She doubled down.
“There’s one between this place and the school, if I’m remembering all the streets right, so since you were offering anyways, you can just… drop me off there, instead.” Elsa made sure to cross her arms and take a strong stance, not sure if that made her seem more serious or less.
She half-expected some dramatic stare-off or for Desi to say something that sounded like some kind of riddle. Instead, all she got was a simple, “Alright.” He then headed back towards the dramatic, fancy mafia car like it was just that simple.
Unable to help herself, and because the terrifying man with the intimidating voice who was named ‘Scotty’ of all things didn’t seem like he was really listening, Elsa quickly caught up to him to ask, “That’s it? No berating me for my choices, or telling me that as a foster kid I obviously don’t have the money to spend on things like fast food- Not even a joke about how I’m using the mafia as a taxi service?”
“Well, to be fair to your last point, I often use them as a taxi service myself.” Okay, but he was the boss of them. Elsa wasn’t sure that really counted. “As for your first point, why would I? There’s nothing for me to gain by commenting on your behavior except for you to be even more difficult.”
“Well… Yeah.” Desi slid into the car as Scotty opened the door for him, because yeah, of course. Elsa then, of course, scurried inside the car when Scotty kept holding the door open and giving her a look to hurry her ass up. Probably. She would assume that was what the look meant. “Okay, but what about the second point?”
“How you spend what funds belong to you is your choice, even in difficult times. Although I suppose, at most, I could always caution you to have a stash tucked away in case of emergencies?”
“That? That sounded really mafia-like,” Elsa pointed out, half-sure she heard the driver up front laugh. His name had been… Ad-something? “Just to point that out. And make sure you know.”
Desi, at least, gave one of those little huffs of laughter that assured Elsa she wasn’t about to get in trouble or anything. Plus, it was fun to obviously be on the boss’ good side and have his lackeys be annoyed by her humor and unable to do anything except roll their eyes. (Was Elsa a little upset still over how ‘Scotty’ sounded like he wanted to shoot her when she first picked up Desi’s phone? Hm… Probably not.)
“Aidano, the closest McDonalds, if you could.” Aidano! That had been the driver’s name! Since Elsa had taken the fancy seat that faced away from the driver, she had to do some twisting and turning to get a glimpse of his face. From what she could see, he looked amused, but didn’t even question it. “Seatbelt.”
“Huh?” Turning back around, Elsa blinked at seeing Desi was staring at her- Oh. Right. Seatbelt. “Good job. That sounded less like a mafia thing to say.”
“Oh, well as long as I’m doing a good job to hide it,” Desi drawled in the most dry tone she had ever heard an adult speak in. It was great. Obviously he wasn’t around kids a lot, which meant there was a good chance she could get him to just treat her like a normal human being once she got him past the whole ‘I’m a twelve-year-old girl and obviously need help’ thing he seemed to have going on.
Taking a moment to finally put her sketchbook back into her bag, Elsa paused as she looked down at the business card she noticed she was still holding. “So… I just come back here, make sure the jacket fits, and that’s… it? I just leave after that?”
“That’s it,” Desi said, Elsa looking from the card to him, a little surprised that she wasn't surprised with how genuine he sounded. She guessed he had been pretty upfront about everything ever since she had met him, even confirming that he was in the mafia and everything.
“Huh.” Tucking the card away into her sketchbook, Elsa zipped up her bag, set it between her legs, and then looked back up. If this was her last time seeing an actual mafia boss — and one that wouldn’t even shoot her — then she might as well get some questions answered. “I don’t have a phone and getting to the library sucks some days, so what’s the actual difference between the mob and the mafia?”
She heard what was definitely a laugh from Aidano and what might have been a startled grunt from Scotty, but Desi didn’t even look caught off-guard. She’d have to work on it. “I mentioned earlier that it was different races, primarily. Since I doubt you’re here for a history lesson, the quickest summary I’ll give you is that the Irish and Irish immigrants founded and control the mob while the mafia is run by those of Italian descent.”
“Huh.” Not something she probably would have learned in school, but kind of cool to know. “So do you guys really pay off the police? Like in Gotham?” At her wonderful, thoughtful question, Scotty moved his hand so he was rubbing at his eyes and covering his face like he had a headache. Elsa was a little proud of that fact.
Desi, proving that he was an adult that was actually kind of cool, asked, “The comics, the cartoon, or the show?” She didn’t even care if it was a front and he didn’t know any of it, it still made her opinion of him rise just a little.
“My first thought was like the cartoon, but if it is true, I kind of pictured it’d be something more like the actual show.” She needed to try and watch more of it. Her last foster home had flipped when they had seen her watching it since she was ‘too young.’ “So, like, do you pay them off? Threaten them? Secretly have your own men infiltrated within their ranks?”
“Sadly, I’ll have to disappoint and say none of those,” Desi chuckled — a real laugh! — and shook his head. “While we do have a relationship with the police, it can best be summed up as… tense.”
“Ah. So you’re too good to get caught and when you do you just pay them off,” Elsa nodded, deciding that she probably didn’t want to know any more details like what they actually did as a mafia and all that. Maybe if she met them again. “Okay, so, do you have to be Italian to be part of the mafia? Or just white?”
“Well, you used to have to be full Italian on both sides of your parents.” Desi answered her like he was taking her seriously and it was honestly kind of nice. “Back around 2000, though, it changed so you only needed to be half as long as that half was on your father’s side and not your mother’s.”
“Sounds patriarchal.” Elsa didn’t get to continue on what she had no doubt would have been a great conversation on feminism and its place in the mafia, but instead she was interrupted by Aidano and the car coming to a stop.
“Should I remain parked, sir, or would you rather we go through the drive-through?” Hm. Elsa wasn’t sure if that was a sense of humor or not.
Desi, instead of answering, looked at her. Elsa had a feeling she was about to be given another choice that felt like it wasn’t all that much of a choice. “Would you rather us drop you off like you wanted earlier? Or if you’d like, we can grab you something and then drop you off at your home or school.”
Well. Nice to see she had been right.
#mafia princess#my writing#my original writing#story poll#hey guess what i'm not dead and neither is this story#i just have severe mental health troubles and am Doing My Best#be sure to vote!#and once again i curse tumblr for not giving me a 3-day poll option!
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Hiiii sorry I'm not posting much, working on something much bigger than I'm used to. should finish in like... a day or three. I can't wait for y'all to see it. in the meantime here's my Oc Aeons new playlist
#I'm alive#so far spent 19 hours on it I wonder what I could be doing try and guess if you'd like#checking in#I'm not dead#Have a playlist as a treat#Spotify#SHHH HEY YOU#YEAH YOU#THEIRS A SONG IN THIS PLAYLIST THAT WILL GIVE AWAY WHAT THE PROJECT IM WORKING ON IS#TRY TO FIND IT#SHOULDN'T BE THAT HARD ACTUALLY
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re-read that rap post and realized that the person in the tags that was like "i'm not that weak rap just talks too much about sex and violence and i'm not about that. anyway i turn to screamo and thrash metal"
dragging my nails down my face MY GUY SEX AND VIOLENCE IS EVERYWHERE IN MUSIC ESPECIALLY METAL and if you're only rejecting someone's ability to talk about sex and violence based on a genre pioneered and helmed by Black people (so was rock n roll but that's a discussion for another time...!) then you're just saying that you don't like it when sex and violence is talked about by Black people, to say nothing of "you can't speak of your personal experiences"
@freevoidman mentioned WAP in their tags and i will put my whole chest into believing about how much that's a capital F Feminist song to me if you want to put labels onto it, like be careful if you say things like BIPOC sexuality should be respected but then turn around and degrade rap for having sex in it especially when it's by a woman
#i'm about 5 tracks into a Tupac re-listen right now#and just thinking about how Rodney King was the first publicized look into how the police brutalized Black communities#and how Tupac and other 90s rappers rap about all this violence they witness in their community#hey man...how else are we ever going to learn what's going on#their music is not in a void#and their music is not RESPONDING to a void either#sighs#anyway#i wrote those tags during listening to God Bless The Dead#MIND YOU: I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO DEFEND A MUSIC GENRE LIKE THIS#IT SHOULD JUST BE ACCEPTED AS IS#WITHOUT POINTING OUT HOW POLITICALLY IMPORTANT IT IS#BUT that's about 50 steps down the line i guess
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“Are you awake?” Hugo asks eventually, barely more than a whisper, and Varian hums and squeezes his hand. Hugo strokes his thumb along the side of Varian’s hand, just barely brushing the underside of Professor’s jaw as he does. Varian feels it in the muted way he feels everything Professor does, like the nerves only remember to tell him as an afterthought.
“I just want to know everything,” Hugo breathes. “I want to– how many thousands of books are there in the Library about human anatomy? And we've barely found anything that even references Gorgons. What if there are other people out there that don't know there's anyone else to meet? We could have answers for them.”
#varigo#tts#vat7k#vat7k hugo#tts varian#I wrote this#hey guess what everyone I'm fuckin DEAD now#gorgon fic
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old people really were raised on the idea that their descendants were just future caretakers for them and never fucking learned to think otherwise
#sorry grandma thinks i'm her therapist again#grandma takes everything i do for her for granted again#grandma overthinks literally every fucking aspect of her life and confuses the fanfic she made up about her relatives for reality again#like she's dead convinced nobody loves her and nobody does anything for her and nobody visits her and yadda yadda yadda#girl i can't be at your house every fucking day. i don't have a car. my mom's got a fucking job.#literally she never voices her god damn needs. she never says ''hey i need help with this'' or ''i'm not well could you do that for me''#we're just supposed to fucking use our telepathic powers we definitely have to Guess what she wants from us#and then when we don't succeed at that Easy Task it's our fault and she's so alone and nobody cares wah wah boohoo#and if you so much as breathe in a way that might maybe possibly indicate that you're a little bit in disagreement with her#or that you could potentially have some form of criticism or advice about her behavior she doubles the fuck down#you tell her ''calm down'' she hears ''SHUT UP NOBODY CARES YOU SHOULD JUST DIE''. those are definitely the same statement.#she fucking begged me to ask my therapist to start seeing her too. fucking 6-7 months later she's like#nooo i don't want to go anymore what's the poiiiiint#GIRL IVE BEEN GOING FOR 6 GOD DAMN YEARS.#IT TOOK ME 5 OF THOSE YEARS TO EVEN JUST -START- GETTING BETTER AND I WAS LESS DEPRESSED THAN YOU#IT'S NOT GONNA MAGIC AWAY IN 7 MONTHS !!!!#I'LL DRAG YOU THERE KICKING AND SCREAMING IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES BUT YOU'RE FUCKING GOING#*through gritted teeth* i love and care about you and want you to be well Stop getting in the way of me doing that
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Deep in my feels about Alive!Verse Orin and Audrey and their weird potential as exes who have to keep interacting with each other because I've decided Jason still exists in this AU, and Orin wants to be involved in his son's life, and Audrey is tentatively okay with this as long as Orin is kept on a short leash and is not allowed in her home. There's just so much meat there. Also the idea of Orin finally taking time to deal with his shit after almost dying and being dumped for the guy who only decided not to let him die at the last second. He's reading self help books and maybe going to a lil therapy and trying to figure out what kind of a dad he wants to be but also he's not the one who's "dad" to Jason most of the time and he feels more like an uncle to his own kid. And he's reconnecting with some old friends maybe since he knows he really can't rely on Audrey and her family for support since he knows he fucked up bad with her and just hopes to at least come to a truce at some point. And who knows? Maybe eventually he'll be allowed to go in the house but he's on thin ice and Audrey let's him know it which like, totally very fair. But it's a work in progress and they have so much history and a kid so they can never totally divorce themselves from each other even though they both understand they are never going to be a thing again. And Jason is just excited to have twice the amount of dads, one of which is very invested to making sure he sees him as fun and a positive presence.
#Orin is attempting to figure out who he is as a person at like 37 so this may take some work lol#And he's doing a lot if self reflecting and wow! This makes him feel awful! But well...makes sense people would want him dead#But by some grace he was spared and also hey guess what you also have a kid you'll only be marginally involved with#And how does that mesh with his desire to do better than his own dad#And also maybe actually opening up to Audrey a bit now that he's actually dealing with his emotions#Not like anything romantic but just trying to do right by her#And maybe even apologizing at some point!#Trying to get into her good graces both because he knows she deserves better and also so he can keep seeing his kid#I'm rambling but ya know#I'm attached to this idea#(Outta Skid Row) OOC
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I should call the doctor's office *calls, in tears* *they don't pick up* oh thank GOD above- i should call the doctor's office *shaking and throwing up while calling* *they don't pick up* oh hell yeah! I should call the doctor's office *calling* please don't pick up please don't pick up please don't pick up ple *they don't pick up* I'm so happy rn! Aw fuck i still need to call the doctor's office though ㅠㅠ *they don't pick up* ah well i tried my best I'll just ask in person on friday when I'm there anyway (((:
My mother: *shakes head disappointedly*
#you know the problem is that i am terrified of calling people but i will get over myself and do it#but if they don't pick up up to 30 times it just doesn't work#i need to ride the wave of initial bravery to avoid further avoidance#but if they don't pick up i have an excuse to avoid more calling because hey it's useless anyway and I WILL be there in person later#this week anyway#it's just that i probably should have called earlier so maybe i could get an appointment this Friday already or they could prepare what i#need and i wouldn't need to come in again#but oh god i hate it so much i want to wither away and die#i need to make a plan on how I'll approach this on Friday though#I'll need to state what i need as soon as i get there when i say why I'm actually there (the vaccination)#so I'll have to say something like 'hi I'm here for the vaccination and also have a question/request that I need to address-#*explain what i need* can you do that or do i need to make another appointment for it?' and then they'll hopefully tell me what to do#god i wish i were dead#i should probably call once more :/#i also need to call the hair dresser which is a lot less stressful but also I'm scared of that bitch(tm) picking up the phone#instead of literally anyone else who works there- she is the worst but oh well i gotta take some risks i guess#void screams#i don't wanna call the doctor's office ㅠㅠ
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song of a sinner, chapter two snippet
#song of a sinner#jegulus#jegulus fanfic#regulus black#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#peter pettigrew#marauders#soas#hey guess what i'm not dead and neither is this story despite my brains best efforts#yall this may be edited in the future just fyi
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The fact that the one that have shown most care and concern about me lately is an guy I haven't kept contact with for a year is :( damn
#miranda talking shit#Me: i need to spend time with people I love to feel better!#Me: tries that. Also me: gets shut down. Me: ok ill isolate instead#I will rather be caught dead than say I need peoples attention but man#We are not doing good bestie ♥#Its understandable I guess. Since I told everyone that matters that I'm changing antidepressants#Which means... Basically hi I'm going to be suicidal for the rest of the summer ♥ help me ♥#But only one guy was like oh shit tell me more what can I do? Here have some cat videos#At least I'm not suprised bc I always assume I come second if I'm extremely lucky but usually like 7th in everyone's life (or worse)#Just... Wish someone would be like hey what's up. Want to talk? Should be do something?#Bc I' feel like I'm always bothering people for attention normally#Everyone's busy with their life shut your trout hoe but I can always wish and dream#My bday coming up too and I'm like... Id kill to have someone take me somewhere or just spend time with me#Moving away from home just realized how lonely I am. I'm always lonely. I'm tired of it#Negative
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DPxDC Danny the Guy Who Won't Die
He lives in Gotham, and he is just A Guy. Nothing weird about him, he's just there to study/work/help Lady Gotham to lift her curse/on vacation with Sam. Point is, he is not there to cause trouble and there's no GIW on his tail. Just a dude living his (after)life.
And Gotham, being Gotham, still finds a way to be annoying. There are mugging attempts, robbery, Rogues running around. Only Danny really doesn't want to deal with any of it.
Now there's a dilemma. If he uses his powers to fight, it will sooner or later come to Bats' attention. And if he fights as a human, it will also alert some of the Bats since he doesn't really do a great job at keeping his power levels low. Not to mention the fact he is really not enthusiastic about accidentally punching someone hard enough he sends them to a hospital.
What does he do instead? He pulls the 'I guess I'll die' act.
So every time he is attacked, he just plays dead. The mugger shot him in the chest? He falls down and stops breathing. Caught up in the middle of a Poison Ivy attack? Skewers himself on the vine and goes lax. Scarecrow's Fear Gas? Very dramatically chokes himself and plays a corpse. He makes sure to disappear before any ambulances arrive later, and it all goes well for a few months - he is just a casualty, who cares, really - until one day, he runs into that same mugger who shot him in the chest a while ago.
The man does a double take. Danny doesn't notice - he's been mugged so many times, who has the brain capacity to remember all of those fuckers. But the rumor goes out anyway.
A guy-who-won't-die. It's more of a city legend, really, and the Bats don't give it much thought since, well, it sounds stupid and not very important. A rumor of some man who was shot dead and then showed up like nothing happened? Yeah, it's probably because the mugger didn't check if he was actually dead. That happens. Maybe it wasn't even the same man, Gotham is a big city. If anything, hey, at least that was one less casualty? That's a good thing.
That is, until one day, they show up to Joker's hostage situation and witness the clown screaming at one of the hostages. He is so enraged he is shaking, spit flying out of his mouth, and, contrary to the usual Joker's evil sneers and maniacal laughter, he seems just... furious. But, like, the normal-human-level furious. The 'I just lost the last ounce of patience with you' furious.
"Don't you look away from me, you think I don't remember you?! Na-ah, I do. You were the one I drowned in the shark tank last week! And you were the one run through the chainsaw trap two weeks before that! And you were in the guillotine!!! I saw your fucking head get deattached from your body, how the fuck are you here again?!"
And the guy he is screaming at just looks at him, confused and incomprehensive.
"Um, I'm pretty sure I'd remember getting my head cut off, you know? So, err, wrong guy."
"Wrong guy my fucking ass-"
Joker is so distracted by his screaming match that it makes it almost too easy for the Bats to fight him down and drag to Arkham. Yet, a few of them get just a bit suspicious.
Now, imagine all the shenanigans when they try keeping a watch on Danny the Won't Die Guy.
#danny phantom#dc x dp#dpxdc#batman#joker#danny refuses to die#not again#at least this time he gets to make it funny#the bats are mostly confused#is he a meta?#but what kind of meta just... cant die?#what?#cork writes#cork prompts#just silly thoughts
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