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me livestreaming the ohio senate in the minutes leading up to a vote that will determine whether or not gender affirming care is outright banned for minors: this is the bad place
"It also prevents doctors from prescribing hormones, puberty blockers or gender reassignment surgery before patients turn 18" per the Cincinnati Enquirer.
#j.2023.all#ohio#us politics#wow cool another new flavor of hopelessness amidst the enshittification of everything!!!!!! we love to see it!!!!!!!!#'parental rights' except if your kid is trans then no rights for you.#i kind of want to do the usual tumblr thing of imagining creative violence to let off steam but it does nothing i think. like it doesnt eve#do anything for me in these circumstances i just feel that dread of#we're in that part of the horror movie where we're watching people get picked off one by one#i have no weapons to speak of. cool#im watching this woman's face twist with emotion as she talks about trans suicide rates and i think she knows what i know#which is that she may make a valiant effort but it will mean nothing#and tomorrow the sun will rise and the legislation will have passed and the world will be a worse rates#and in ohio that suicide rate will tick up#and#idk theres nothing else to say really is there#this winter of 2023 has been really a uh. a time of political participation for me which is not unique#but what sets it apart is that each time i engage#the feeling of uselessness increases#the more i do things to try to help the more i sense that in fact it will all come to nothing and that the loss has already been secured#maybe really all i can do is either end of the spectrum. either get in there with the protesters or double the soup kitchen efforts.#because this democracy shit is severely not working#on the things which we need the most#the most basic. the most basic shit#sure yeah we kept abortion and all the clinics werent forced to close#but quite frankly what good does that do a trans kid who isnt pregnant#no im serious idk how much more of this i can handle#biden got some green funding through the inflation reduction act oh cool but literally what good does that do to the kids getting pummelled#from every side with starvation infection trauma and actual bombs. nothing. they don't care about that at all#and i dont know...if i can pretend to myself that i should care about that at all#im watching this guy read out the senators last names now
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You've heard of Grond but have you heard of MANWE'S LIGHTNING SWORD?
(From the War of the Jewels, The Lay of the Children of Hurin, and Morgoth's Ring)
#look i just want to geek out over manwe's cool sword#you reckon eonwe using manwe's world-cleaving sword in the war of wrath is how most of beleriand got totally destroyed?#i find it interesting how in later drafts of the silm nowhere is manwe ever even mentioned as having wielded a weapon#maybe as a contrast to melkor's destructive and violent nature(I mean grond pretty much speaks for itself)#but regardless the image of manwe fighting against a flippin' tide of balrogs is so cool#manwe#celeg aithorn#silmarillion#tolkien#middle earth
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this is so niche and sorry for weebing on main but
i think a style soul eater fanfic would EAT
#nina speaks#listen...i'm not saying its my destiny#but like i just *breathes heavily*#sorry i'm watching death note again and i'm having thots#i feel like meister kyle weapon stan is the right answer#anyways...DO WE UNDERSTAND#DOES ANYONE UNDERSTAND THIS#god i love that fkn anime the universe is So COOL#style is so soul/maka coded like it's just the truth#i also think kenny would be a weapon w/ meister butters/marj and like wendy meister bebe weapon FOOOOR SURE#ill think of something interesting to do with cartman#this is SO NICHE IM SO SORRY#I THINK ABOUT THIS WAAAAAAAAAAY TOO OFTEN DUDE#sorry for shitnposting so much today
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id: a digital painting of lautrec from dark souls. he’s shown from his head to about his knees, facing the viewer, posed with one shotel low, in front of himself, and the other raised high behind his head. his armor is colored using yellow and oragne/brown, the shotels are light blue and white. the background is dark blue. end id
#art#fanart#dark souls#lautrec of carim#lautrec dark souls#dark souls lautrec#i know he's bad and sucks but his name's so cute to me..#it has the same ending as the like. affectionate kind of nickname you have for the name Piotr which is PioTREK. you see where i'm going with#this. so whenever i say his name i feel like i'm speaking to a friend. like here's my friend lautrec :]#i know it's probably like a really cool knight name unfortunately i'm polish#also. didn't know big ass sickle is an actual weapon the world in beautiful
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favorite thing about the rwby rewatch is the large scale grimm attacks. because brother i am thinking so hard about that god damn rwby au
#have i written anything more for it?? no. am i constantly thinking about silver eyes shiro and spring maiden allura#and everyone with their super cool weapons slaying shadow monsters???? of course#winter speaks#rwby#voltron#kphl#<- the au tag for those of u just joining
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[I'm afraid they'll turn their weapons towards me]
Aka: despite all evidence of kindess from them, my Monstrous character is afraid his party members will kill him if they find out he's a monster. I am so insane over this game
#I have to post this now bc im already seeing imperfections the more i stare at it#But i still think this is very cool and im proud of it#Red and halo imagery my beloved#tw weapons#monster of the week#monster of the week oc#motw#motw oc#motw monstrous#john doe vibes#my art#eric finally speaks#PLS someone notice the subtle texture pattern#not deer oc
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my new trench vase!! it's a tree trunk made from a german shell dated february 1916! specifically it was a 77 x 234 mm r manufactured by GeschossFabrik Spandau and fired by a 7.7 cm FK 96 n.A. likely on the western front. it was certainly a post war civilian creation judging by the crest that was left blank for tourists to inscribe their own initials on, but it was a steal and SO cool that i had to buy it :^)
#len speaks#len's stuff#<- ig i'll use this tag going forward if i buy and cool vint pictures or anything else i find cool#it ended up in england so i'd bet money on it being from france or belgium#this is a very atypical example of a vase btw. i've NEVER seen a tree depicted but it was so unique and affordable that i snapped it up#i have my eye on a couple more but i refuse to buy both and they're both more expensive so idk if i'll buy#also i wanna stress i do not care for or know anything about weapon specifications. that part of military history always bored me to tears#and so the info i listed that i'm sure no one will care about was found on a forum after i googled some of the markings and measurements
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my little boy,,,,,,,,,
#stardust speaking !#showing a lil visual and full bodies of the vas there and calling it a day im gonna faint staff u shouldve let them talk moreeeeeee#everyone (me included) rly do forget riquets legs are so visible since u like. never see the fullver of the outfits kajsbdjkasd......#when the audience started applauding when one of them voiced how a book with mains tory/event or whatever would be ncie ME TOOOOOOOOOOOO#or were they just talking about book covers im gonna be honest i forgot. i mightve misunderstood too thats very likely<3#i just think they SHOULD release the script#actually would like games in general to just release the script. sinoalice released the weapon stories book which was cool#i get the complete experience is the live2d + bgm (+ voices) but like. these r liveservice games. put them on a dvd and have a book with it#speaking of books i wish cygames would translate the light novels. my loki fenrir content cmon now
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takes it here but its SO morbid w/ eights whole 'my fists will remember them' and 'weapons takes lives too easily' = choosing to use his body as his weapon. like. ? king has guns.......rem has daggers.............eights out here with his hands
#stardust speaking !#death//#post. eight#sice's scythe is SO cool tho#seven's whip................i rlyyyy do like the differing weapons its all so cool#then again eight standing at the research part and talking shit about weapons will always be funny. out of ALL PLACES#to have those lines#LMFAO#augh type0........................................heart achey........
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well, i'm just about done watching always sunny for the first time,,, i've only got 5 episodes left of season 15. i would've watched all of them last night but i spent an equal amount of time ranting about the character assassination that happened in seasons 9-13 (and. tbh. right up to the last ep i've watched of s15) of the shit and puke show. i really hope sunny sweet 16 completely knocks it out of the park because i'm kind of just. depressed every time we get a good episode in the later seasons, it makes it worse when you can see the characters,,,, still in there,,, trapped between guest writing that doesn't understand what makes the show good and rehashed episode plots,,,,
#ada speaks#its so fucking bizarre to have a rcg written episode where they make a random obscure callback to season 3#and then the next episode features massive retcons built upon retcons that make no goddamn sense#i would rather wait 3 years for a season entirely written by rcg than have half a season full of eps with a Cool Fresh Premise#that being said. holy fuck stop with lethal weapon episodes#awful to have THOSE fucking things be like the most in character eps of the entire season#i do think theres been. irreparable damage done to half the characters that rcg lean into anyway#but at least we dont get dee's completely ooc golden goddess rant.#i will not forgive them for making her dennis 2.#THEY WERE DISTINCT DAMN IT
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I ??? woke up at 3am with this scene fully written in my mind palace and quickly jotted it down in the Notes app
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Clark’s shaking his head before he realizes he’s doing it, and feels a twinge of embarrassment at his own bad manners when Bruce stops mid-word to look at him, brows raised.
“No?” he says.
“No,” Clark says, again without thinking, and again with the reflexive urge to apologize. Somewhere his mother is tutting without knowing why. But he doesn’t apologize, because he’s already saying, “No, it can’t—it can’t be that.”
“Okay,” Bruce says slowly. “Can you elaborate?”
He is, honestly, having trouble taking his eyes off the screen. The mockup design of his new suit is there, dark and sleek, ridged like tactical gear. The blue is like the last shade of evening before you can’t call it evening anymore, the color of nine PM in Kansas in July, so exact there’s a strong chance Bruce color-picked it from a photo. The yellow accents are the cool fluorescent yellow-green of lightning bugs. The red is dark as arterial blood. Every aspect of the suit has been updated—the colors deeper, the angles sharper, the S extending to the corners of its frame—but Bruce has done it without changing the fundamentals. It’s immediately recognizable as the Superman suit, just… well, a little cooler, maybe. A little more of the times. Even the tailoring is modernized. The neckline. The shape of the boots. Where the belt hits at the waist. Clark can tell just by looking that Bruce has not only spent a lot of time on this in general, he’s spent a lot of time designing it specifically with Clark in mind, Clark’s needs and preferences and the small discomforts of his current suit, things he might have mentioned offhand after a mission but never with the assumption that Bruce was listening or filing it away. No doubt the next slides of this presentation will detail all the hidden features of the new suit, and they’ll all be incredibly thoughtful if not slightly overkill, and Bruce will pretend his sole motive here was practicality and risk reduction and respond to any thanks with a curt nod.
And Clark wants to thank him. He will. It’s just.
“It can’t be… cool,” he says, inane. Bruce is watching him with that steady look that used to feel clinical, piercing, and now mostly reads as attentive. “It can’t be—like yours. Tactical, military-grade.”
“Lightyears beyond, actually.”
“It has to—Ma said once, a kid should be able to draw it with crayons. You know? I can’t look like a weapon. I have to—I want to look like a friend.”
He can feel himself flushing. It’s rare that he speaks like this, and rarer still that he does so while being stared at intently. Bruce may think of himself as the darkness, but his gaze is a spotlight: unwavering and revealing and more a little sweat-inducing, for one reason or another.
“Sometimes, when I show up, people laugh,” Clark says. “If it’s somewhere out of the way, where they haven’t seen me before. I show up and I look like a festival performer. It’ll be the worst day of their lives, and they’ve got no reason to trust my face, but when they see what I’m wearing—it goes from ‘Who are you?’ to ‘Who is this guy?’ And that’s a good thing.”
“Hard to be afraid of a man dressed in primary colors,” Bruce says, almost to himself.
“Exactly.”
“I see. Thank you,” he says, “for explaining.”
Clark tries not to show how surprised he is to hear that. Judging by the crook of Bruce’s mouth, his success is negligible. “Of course. Sorry I didn’t—I mean, thank you, obviously, for going to such trouble. I didn’t mean to come in here and—I really do appreciate it, I can tell you put a lot of work in—”
Bruce’s eyes cut away. “No. No need. I didn’t ask, before I…. It was only a first draft. If you’re amenable, I’ll incorporate your feedback into the second one.”
“Oh! Yeah. Yes, of course, but you really don’t have to—”
“If you have any further notes, I would like to hear them.”
There’s something determined in the lines of his face. Clark has the sense that this moment is important, that it’s a turning point, even if he’s not sure why. It feels like striking out into a sea of ice, a blank white expanse under which something precious and vital is hidden, has been hidden all along, just waiting for him to find it. To want to.
“Sure,” he says. He looks back at the suit and swallows, and knows Bruce will see the flicker of his throat and take some meaning from it, and wishes he knew what the meaning was. Or maybe Bruce won’t notice or read into it at all. Maybe Clark needs to calm down, in fact. “Um. I don’t want to assume, but does it… do things?”
“It does things,” Bruce confirms, after the barest pause. “Let me show you the next slide.”
#superbat#my writing#i was genuinely surprised to wake up and discover i hadn’t just dreamed the whole thing
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I hate Toby having CIPA so much 😭 like narratively it fucks hard bc Toby canonically would antagonize his dad whenever his dad started to get aggressive. to put his dad's focus on him and not his sister or mother. Like literally the youngest person in the household purposely putting himself in physical danger to protect the women in the family because he knew he wouldn't feel the pain. Puppeteer canonically calls Toby "his favorite punching bag". Toby likely thinks of himself and his body that way. he is a punching bag. that's his job.
And admittedly it's terrifying to imagine Toby trying to chase down and kill you, and finally you grab hold of a weapon and stab him, and he has...no reaction. doesn't even flinch. doesn't even notice you stabbed him.
But realistically speaking his CIPA is hell to write for because you have to ignore the fact that Toby most likely would have bitten off his own fingers or tongue as a child because HE CANT FEEL PAIN. And with Tourettes causing his body to move in unpredictable ways no doubt his injuries get even worse!
You wanna know what people with CIPA are most likely to die of? Overheating. CIPA also makes you unable to sweat or feel temperature. HE LIVES IN THE WOODS!!! AND HE CANT SWEAT!!!!! He has NO way to keep himself cool while he's running around trying to kill people
#creepypasta#my posts#ticci toby#toby erin rogers#sorry this post is messy but ive been thinking abt this for the last hour
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Okay, I haven’t been drawing or active much at all, but I just had a realization on just how galaxy brain my brain is when making my D&D characters only for it to loop back around like Ghandi in the Civilization games and become walnut brain.
It’s all going under the cut because fuck it, this is me screaming into the void once more.
Okay, you have entered the screaming zone.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
Now that the screaming is over with, on with the actual reason for this post, something I like to call
The “I’m not what I initially look like!” character designs! From right to left here are Ezra, Carrion/Blaze, Linus/Kress, Umberlea/Honey, Doe, Axel, Tempest/Luna, Cecillia, Yune, Selgy, Irina, Inspector, and Zarris/Ash.
In case you can’t read my handwriting, their initial vibes are as follows, in the order I stated just now: Priest, Tiefling, Kenku (Evil), Weird Bug, That one part of that song from The Sound Of Music*, Thief, Rich Boy, Probably Evil, Starving Artist, Granny <3, Vampire, Just Some Guy, and Bad Fashion Sense.
From initial sightings or from initial knowledge of all of the above, those are all pretty accurate assessments. We have a lot of evil or morally grey characters, weirdos, and that one weirdly buff rich guy who smiles too much. Also Zarris is here. I love him a lot, he gets to stay even though his logical tie here is very small.
HOWEVER, if you dig deeper into said characters, you receive this:
Which I will not transcribe, as this is going to be a long post anyway, so I will summarize instead.
-Ezra Mason: Werewolf Preist, hates corrupt church people. -Carrion: Chased from his home for being a ‘Bad Omen’ in their eyes, joined a circus, circus got murdered, now seeking justice. -Kress: Traded his wings to a witch for the survival of his home, was kicked out for the action. -Honey: A trickster god reincarnated her into a bee. -Doe: Ended up in the material plane by accident, made some enemies of fey cults. -Axel: My man has anxiety and depression and has had a rough time of it due to upbringing and one shitty pirate. -Tempest: Additional man with a rough time of it, but thanks to a wizard cult. -Cecillia: She’s just the Dampe of D&D, except she gives the undead jobs. -Yune: Royal artist who went on LOA to find inspiration. -Selgy: Assassin for the Unseelie Court <3 -Irina: Vampire, yeah, but just wants to live a normal life. -Inspector: My man has the memories of a dead Guard Captain and has no idea how to process those emotions. He had a husband and kid. God knows if they are alive given he could be hundreds or thousands of years old. -Zarris: My man is colourblind. That’s all.
I was going to put Cecillia’s in as “Undead Union Rep” but let’s be real here, she’s not the Union Rep for the undead, that’s Thanatos.
Anyway, I do love using the same or similar tropes or building blocks with characters. This is only using D&D characters, because of my other OCs/Characters I’ve designed... Fun fact, around half of those are also these sorts of characters (eg. Theo, Seven, Mona, Vic, Warlock, Aria, Zori, Goldie, Delilah, Lutelei, Lana, Mask, Architect, Alchemist... There’s more that’s just from a quick glance at my quick refs page that’s out of date).
I love the idea of “I’m not all that I initially seem to be” because that’s just people dude, people are not all the same sort of thing all the time. They’re fluid, they hide things, they come off one way but are another, and most of the time, there’s some mental health there under the hood, be it good or bad. Most of my characters have interesting struggles to deal with... some of them are also dead or undead, which is a unique struggle, but hey, we all feel a little dead sometimes.
“That’s all for this post. I just needed somewhere to scream about my own character design, and Tumblr honestly is the best platform for it because I can scream forever on this thing and the void may never scream back, lol.
Ciao and goodnight! Y’all better make a bunch of D&D characters with dumb tropes or so help me Selune and/or Valkur I will be slightly sad about it. Embrace your inner cringe!
#the disappointment speaks#drawings by me#OCs#I guess those two tags count? I mean these are my d&d ref drawings I made so...#and they ARE my OCs... ah well#not putting the D&D tag in here tho fuck that tag on this post#also for the asterix on doe's initial appearance. I cant remember that one song with the like 'a female deer' so it made for a funnier joke#like I could write 'Doe' on Doe. that's a good joke. but I could also write 'a female deer'. Or even go deeper alice in wonderland style#now you know my sense of humour#I was also gonna just put 'my man's depressed' for Axel's explanation because everything else is secondary to my man being depressed lol#I do have multiple more characters to add though!! I have a barkeep barbarian with a big hammer because barbarian + big weapon = peak design#I also have an aasimar who I am flavouring in as a sort of concubus/succubus/incubus but I havent decided quite yet. theyll be cool#also a druegar bc rime of the frostmaiden's got me thinking about a buff druegar woman and I had to draw her#also a dryad. idk if there's a stat block for a player character dryad but I love making feywild characters so a fey dryad is my JAM lol#I will draw more I swear I just work in healthcare and have 6 shifts ahead of me#shit be happening my guy. I will draw more. I will never stop#I will eventually draw something to replace my avatar on here too. raiden axel has had more than enough of his time#but I have no idea what to replace him with so we'll see what happens. been drawing Blaze a lot so we'll see.#every year I have a new OC I latch on to.#I had Theo one year. Goldie the next. Aria was in there too. Then Axel. Now I think I have Blaze.#either way I have at least one or two OCs I draw non stop for at least six months at a time and its really helping my art improve.#we call that bitch 'being a pea brain but loving the process' and you know what? it works for me and I will never stop being a pea brain.#or a walnut. not even a walnut brain. just a whole entire walnut. shell and all. like in the dk rap in dk64.
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IdeaDpxDc—There are better ways to meet someone.
Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.
Dead On Main. Soul mates.
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"Exactly... what does this ring do?" The shining ring was still attached to his finger. This wouldn't worry him if it weren't for the fact that, with each passing minute, the ring emitted more light, and that can't be good.
The cult leader refused to speak. He wouldn't even look at him, seeming particularly attentive to the material the floor was made of. Very funny that now he was scared of him when, an hour ago, he was giving a very cliché speech about how humanity was doomed because it would summon the evil of evils.
It wasn't very smart of him to perform his summoning precisely in Gotham City, home of the Dark Knight.
Red Hood was getting impatient. He placed the hand without the ring on his weapon; if words didn't work, a real threat to his life would. And this didn't really break Bruce's 'no killing' rule because the gun was only loaded with rubber bullets. However, just as he was about to advance and shoot the guy, he saw Batman grab the leader's tunic collar and lift him up.
The man, of course, screamed in fear. "Speak, what does that ring do?" No jokes. Batman's voice was deeper than usual, showing that he was upset, no, rather angry.
Or worried, but Jason could never consider that possibility. For the moment, he was only surprised, although it didn't show through his helmet.
"I-I don't know," the leader replied. Poor guy, he seemed about to cry. Batman, not content, tightened his grip even more; he wasn't willing to tolerate a lie this time.
Red Robin raised an eyebrow. "You managed to gather a bunch of magical artifacts for your summoning and you don't know what they do?"
The man looked away. "No..." The rest of the cult members also looked away. Very brave and stupid of them to all agree to lie to the bats. Jason himself wanted to mock them, but the ring kept shining. He couldn't mock when the ring kept shining and he didn't know what it meant.
From the communications, Robin could be heard. "Tt, this wouldn't be happening if Hood hadn't put on the ring." Jason suppressed a growl.
"Kid, I didn't put on the ring. This thing stuck to me the moment I touched it." It was true. In the middle of the operation to stop the ritual, Jason had pulled the ring, which at that moment was a kind of necklace by the chain that ran through it, from a member who was wearing it. The ring in his hand began to glow and suddenly teleported to his ring finger, then stopped shining. It was when everything calmed down that the ring began to release a different, but constant light.
Approximately ten minutes have passed since then, he thought as he looked at the ring, ignoring all the magical stuff; it was actually a very simple ring. Suddenly, the ring began to blink.
Oh, no. That couldn't be good.
Batman, fed up with the leader's silence and his followers, threw the man meters ahead. "Oracle, call Zatanna now, we need more information about the ring," he ordered as he approached the man who was in pain from the fall. The guy, terrified by the violent aura of the Dark Knight, tried to retreat.
Finally, Nightwing stepped between the man and the brutal beating he would receive if he didn't speak.
"It's okay, B, calm down." With his hand on his father's shoulder, Dick tried to ease the atmosphere. "I understand your concern. We are all worried about what the ring might do to Hood. But we can't let fear and anger control us. Hood is important to all of us. He is our brother, your son. We can't lose our cool now. Let's call Wonder Woman. If no one wants to talk, she can help us with the lasso of truth."
Total silence. Jason didn't know what to say; he didn't think his family would react like this over a blinking ring. That is... he doesn't know. Suddenly, the ring's light began to blink faster.
Batman, after Nightwing's words and seeing the change in the ring, understood that he couldn't waste time with someone who wouldn't talk. "You're right, thank you Nightwing." Looking at the others, he said: "We need to act quickly, we don't know the effects the ring might have on Hood. We need to take him to the cave for a thorough analysis, no discussions." The last part he said looking at Jason. "Until then, don't try to take it off or use it."
Jason scoffed, as if he would.
"Oracle, you heard, call Diana. Red Robin and I will take care of the rest of the cult. Nightwing, take Red Hood to the cave." Batman began giving orders as he reached the leader and began dragging him towards the rest of his cult. The leader, in a failed attempt, tried to resist. "Agent A, please prepare a stretcher. Understood?"
Everyone nodded.
On the other hand, the touching speech and the strange family moment of the bats seemed to soften the heart of a girl from the cult, who in a whisper said: "The ring, nothing will happen to him." Although she spoke quietly, everyone present heard her.
The leader, panicking that the information would be revealed, exclaimed: "Catrina, shut up!" However, he was struck by Batman, who was already fed up with the guy.
"What do you have to say about the ring?" he asked.
The woman hesitated to speak. "We thought of using the ring to subdue the king of the dead and make him listen to our orders..." She paused, not knowing how to continue. "There is a real legend about the ring. A long time ago, a witch wanted to know who her soulmate was, so she created the ring. This allows one to be guided to their soulmate through the red thread. I think everyone already knows what the red thread is." Nervous, she looked around. Only Nightwing nodded, and that was enough for her to continue telling. "Well, the witch's red thread connected with a prince. Unfortunately for everyone, the prince was not happy that his soulmate was a witch. So he had her killed." The girl looked at her hands; that part of the story was sad. "The witch was angry, but still wanted her soulmate to accept her, so she rewrote the ring's original purpose. It was no longer something that united you with your soulmate, but now it was something that allowed you to subdue your soulmate... uh, this." She pointed to a book that was lying in a corner. "With another spell, in fact, it can be used to subdue anyone, even a king of the dead."
With the whole story already told, Red Robin asked: "So, what is the ring doing to Red Hood?"
"It's tracking his soulmate. I... didn't get to put the other spell on it. I could only activate the ring's primary function. Your brother will be fine."
That definitely changes things. Jason swore he could hear his heart beating. A soulmate, wow. He admits he's read many romance novels and maybe once dreamed of it, but for it to actually happen, wow.
Suddenly, the ring stopped blinking. Five seconds later, everyone saw a red thread shoot out from the ring's gem. It quickly moved in one direction, went through the wall, and kept going. The process was like a fishing rod when it catches a fish.
"Does this mean it already found its soulmate?" Red Robin asked. Astonished by the red thread, he tried to touch it but his hand went through it; apparently, the thread was intangible to anyone else.
"Yes," the cultist also seemed astonished.
Jason felt a look on him, turned, it was his brother. Oh no, not that look, he knew that smile; Dick would tease him so much in the coming days. For his part, Batman sighed in relief. Well, it wasn't such an extreme danger, but it was still dangerous. "Agent A, cancel the stretcher." He never imagined this would mean a soulmate case. "Oracle, don't cancel the call to Zatanna or Wonder Woman, we need to verify the information. We'll stay here until the police arrive."
How nice it would be if everything ended like that, right? With Dick joking with Jason, Tim analyzing the thread, Barbara laughing at the turn of events, Bruce relieved and Damian surprised. However, one must remember the story.
The witch changed the ring's original purpose. Unexpectedly, the thread began to retract, as if it had caught something. It did so so quickly that Jason grabbed his hand in pain. It was then that everyone had a bad feeling. The wall the thread had previously passed through suddenly exploded, the noise and dust alerting everyone, especially when once the chaos disappeared, something horrific could be seen.
An arm. A fucking arm. Apparently freshly torn from its owner. Oh, no. What did it do to his soulmate?
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Somewhere else in the world, somewhere in the United States, Danny gasped in pain. What the hell? What was that? Ancients! Where is his arm?
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Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.
Edited on 06/21/2024 - Note two: Thanks to redflagshipwriter, who continued this idea below. And to Sakuravalelp who made me laugh with the complement.
#dead on main#dp x dc#batpham#danny phantom#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dcxdp#danny fenton x jason todd#dc x dp crossover#jason todd x danny fenton#jason todd#I don't know how to write#leave this in the hands of a real writer.#I don't know English either#I used a translator#sorry.#The bats are scared with their arm torn off#Danny is angry about his arm being torn off#Don't worry#no one found out#it happened at night#nobody except jazz#She is scared
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blogging abt ff14 like ive actually played since last patch bcus the game is so fucking boring rn
#the only content i kinda wanna do is pvp and ive gotten all the rewards i want from that except the title for 5k kills#endwalker patch content has been kinda balls tbh. cant speak on savage or ult bcus i dont have the time for a static#but normally that doesnt bother me much bcus extremes are so fun. i dont care for any endwalker ex except storms crown#variant dungeons seemed like a cool concept but like. why are there no rewards for the savage version. and the normal only has a mount#no relic weapon zone either and island sanctuary is kinda lame ngl#i havent tried out the deep dungeon but normally those are things i do very sparsely anyway#like obv theres stuff like beast tribes and treasure maps and i love maps but am i gonna stay subbed just for that? fuck no#aglaia is fun but uh. whatever the new alliance raid is called feels sm more boring like. why does menphinas fight feel like its from hw#ALL THE ENDWALKER REWARDS FOR STUFF SUCK ASSSSS WHY ARE THE NEW EX MOUNTS SO FUCKING UGLY#i will give them one thing and thats that i am enjoying the panda questline#chatots
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To be with you three
The justice league was in critical condition, a unknown entity had breached the universe's protection, and was now creating havoc everywhere.
He called himself, Skulker. he already had captured half of the justice league. and was only interested in fighting Red hood. Something about being a Halfa or something.
Red hood was not having fun, nor was Batman. Everything was in shambles. Even the most powerful cannot defeat the floating entity. the JLD was trying the best they could but to no avail they couldn't contain it, The entity aimed his weapon at Red hood and took fire.
When all hope seemed lost, Vines sprouted up the ground and saved Red hood in the last minute. The other vines also grabbed the other heroes and made a protective barrier between the entity and the JL.
confused the heroes looked at the rogue who was floating, his expression was now with fear and nervousness, he frantically looked at his surrounding seemingly expecting something.
"Are you all alright?" A voice asked, making all heads turn towards to a woman that looked like she's in early adulthood, with long black hair cascading down to hair waists, she looked like someone that can fit into Gotham's aesthetic with her thick eyeliner and her gothic style and a couple of vines that wrapped around her body.
"Who are you?" Batman asked his guard not wavering a single bit.
"My name is Foliahàrà, And we're here to take care of that Ghost." Sam pointed towards Skulker who was looking at her nervously.
"We're?" Superman asked
"Me and my partners. speaking of them here they are right now." Sam said in a tone that no one could specify if she's bored or it's just her personality.
A loud bang shook the city, when they looked back were the entity named Skulker was now gone, In his place was a man? woman? with white hair and green eyes, he had a cloak that shrieks royalty and a black pointy crown floating above their head, Skulker was now on the ground, a crater was formed below him, he was down. he was down. and all it took was a punch from the person
Another man came to the scene he was holding a thermos of some sort. he looked normal, normal clothes and all to the very least if you ignored all the gadgets and sand that followed him, he walked up to Skulker who was most likely knocked out, he opened the thermos and it turned the entity into a liquid before trapping it inside.
"Well that's taken care of." Foliahàrà said, as she retracted her vines that was protecting everyone, she froze then turned her surprised gaze towards Red Hood and eyed him making him uncomfortable, she floated to his direction making the man take a step back, Batman tried to hit her with his batarang keyword:tried, it just went through her.
for the first time she arrived she smiled at hood then with the outmost gentle voice she said. "you're a baby ghost." She cooed as she placed both of her hands at the side of Red hood's head, which he stared at her confused more confused when the pits became quiet all the sudden.
"I've got to tell Phantom and Codelith." she stated and took flight with the crime lord in her arms, she carried him towards her partners in the sky like a newborn baby, protests from the heroes below was ignored by Sam, as she continued to fly up, when superman tried to get her, she shot out a few of her vines that successfully trapped the hero, he tried to escape but her vines was stronger, and why was this power making him weak? like it doesn't hurt but it makes him really tired .
Red hood stayed quiet, trying to comprehend what happened did he get kidnapped or something? holy shit he did get kidnapped.
"Phantom, Codelith! I got a baby!" Sam stated as she finally catched up to them.
"Holy shit, Foliahàrà you can't just kidnap someone else's child" The one with glasses exclaimed with panicked hands, as he teleported near them.
"Cool new kid, More members for our cult" Phantom said as he floated towards red hood who still held onto the Photalis, because when i tell you he was afraid to fall 30 meters from the ground is an understatement.
#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dpdc#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc fanfic#dc x dp crossover#dc x dp#dpxdc fanart#dpxdc#Danny is nonbinary#Sam welcomed herself as the daughter of undergrowth#tucker became a pharaoh and a hacker#regular ghosts from the realms like skulker are very powerful#amity park is just built different
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