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s1gmagirl · 1 year ago
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me coming back to the tmf fandom after being gone for 2 years
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xanderscollection · 2 months ago
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"Growing up is realising a (random ship) you loved is actually weird and bad"
Yeah? Is it? Great, I love it even more. The worse it is the Better.
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flashypunches · 4 months ago
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( REUPLOAD I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT im so sorry )
You're someone who's held great resentment for your godfather.
For your first meeting, for his ego, for his murderous intent towards your father.
For his failure to provide comfort or understanding when your parents refused you as a son, when your friends have left you as a corpse.
You suffer through long years, sticking with him through thick and thin, because he’s the only one like you, the only other Death refused to take.
( The daughter he made, the cousin you mourned, Dani, is gone. She will not return to either of you. It is always his fault. )
Because he’s all you have left. The only one who wouldn't refuse you.
He moves you to a city that matches your dreary state. Vigilantes take residence, closing in on crime. Closing in on your godfather.
Vlad leaves. He doesn’t take you with him.
He leaves you his wealth, a place in a school that makes you miss home, and an order to never speak to the ones who made him run– the Waynes.
He doesn’t return. Never properly. You make due with phone calls and brief visits every now and then. You don’t mind, you preferred this more than his haphazard attempts at providing companionship when it was too late.
Your schoolmates does not like you. That is okay, even if it leaves you longing for friends.
( Sam and Tucker are in Amity and will stay there until they die. They would never come and visit a corpse like you. Not when you desecrate their friend's body, parading it around, like you're him. They know who you really are. They've always known, they just couldn't see sense before. )
But you find someone who could be one.
He is prickly, rude, disliked less, but disliked nonetheless. But he is the only other person who does not care about your worn out shoes, for your scars, your clammy skin, all the things that made your parents refuse you as a son, as sentient— or about you coming in the middle of the school year.
You care not about his attitude, desperation clawing at your mind for any form of socialization not from Vlad or who he calls company.
You make quick work of befriending him, a shared rivalry for an annoying schoolmate pulling you close together.
You learn his interests, his pets, his family. You know his name but do not ask for it. Willful ignorance could be considered bliss. Just for a moment.
He lets you stay at his house for a night, though his siblings push the matter more enthusiastically. You do not see his father.
( “He’s on a business trip.” Daniel blinks, looking up at his friend.
“Who?” he asks, despite knowing there’s only one person that Damian could be referring to.
Damian tsked automatically, “My father, you imbecile. He will return in two weeks notice.”
Daniel thinks of his godfather, of his various excuses over the years to many people, including him. But instead of telling Damian the likely truth, that his father won’t return, never like how his best friend wants him too, an “Okay” comes out in place of it.
Let him bask in ignorance, Daniel tells himself, Let your friend have this. )
His father comes back. You don’t call Vlad when he forgets you. For all he wanted you as a son, now he never tries to treat you as such.
You continue the cycle of avoiding an empty house, of sleep-overs, of waiting for something to happen.
And something does. Your godfather comes back. He lies to you that he won’t leave again. He says that he will stay longer, that the family who tried to run him out won’t succeed again.
You do not think of your best friend. Why would he even care?
Your godfather treats you like he had before, when you still had your friends, your home. Like you are a misbehaving child, and him, the tired parent.
( Shouts of an argument ring from an dead manor, before being shut out to the upstairs.
Daniel slammed the door, not caring if Vlad had heard it or not. Ancients, he'd forgotten how much of an utter fruit-loop Vlad was. He gritted his teeth, rubbing the bruise left on his wrist by the man.
Why'd he expect anything different? Vlad was just going to be his usual nutty self, and go back to treating him like he was still some misguided kid, that he would just come around to playing nice with Vlad.
The wood of the door was smooth, most likely sanded down from any splinters by the past families who lived here. Daniel moved his fingers along the grooves, faintly remembering how he had done this before, when he was better. He bit his tongue, ignoring the bitter taste of ectoplasm it brought forth.
He hadn't thought of who he was before since he'd ran. He hadn't been this angry at Vlad since he ran. He hadn't felt so like himself after he ran.
Daniel would be lying if that thought didn't make him feel just a little bit better.
He let his head fall into his knees, back leaning against the wooden door, limbs sagging. He did not cry, because the Danny from the empty home did not do that. )
It irks you, but not like before. Maybe you were doing something right if he’s treating you like this now, treating you normally. Maybe you’re back to who you were before, before the rejection scarred you.
Damian notices the change in your personality, as you notice his change in costume. He is on the rooftops, in the streets, cloaked in muted colors, not unlike your own old costume, and his family knows your godfather is back.
When you come back to school after a week of Vlad trying to bond with you without success, Damian doesn’t say a word about your godfather.
You don’t either. What even is there to say?
“Oh, I know that you are investigating my godfather, and that you’re a vigilante, surprise!”
You would have been killed ages ago if that was your response.
Your friend does not invite you over anymore. You know why, understand why but it still stabs your core, in the way a butter knife does to wood. Dents it but does not cut.
You repeat the loop of boring conversation, of stilted companionship. You grow tired of it, as you always do.
Vlad's signature is easy to forge. You get to skip your classes under the guise of it being a family emergency.
( Damian is near the gate when he gets off the bus. Daniel's ratty sneakers are hitting the ground, as he walks over to him.
The weight of his backpack feels heavy, the evidence that Daniel had stuffed inside not helping his back. Damian twirls around at his steps, a scowl already on his lips.
Daniel smiles back, readjusts the straps on his shoulders. He whispers to Damian, uncaring of the fight currently breaking out in the front, the fight that Damian is watching, "I'm getting out of school today, wanna come with?"
His friend tears his eyes away from the brawl, looking intrigued at Daniel's offer.
Damian considers the chance. The thought of having to sit through another day of school with only Jon for mild company sickens him.
"I suppose I can, though if this is a trap Masters, then let it be known that—"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it, you in still?" Daniel flashes his (only) friend a cheesy grin, ignoring Damian's eye-roll at his theatrics.
"..Yes."
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The route to the local park is quick, though slowed by the need to be away from the public's eyes, lest they be caught right away in their venture.
Daniel gasps in a breath, ancients, did he need to jog way more. Damian easily strides beside him, the only sign that he was showing off being the smug gleam in his green eyes. Bastard.
The papers, the records, the flash-drive, all weigh down his back. Vlad has definitely noticed them missing, and he most definitely knows who took them.
But Daniel didn't care, not right now, because right now, he was spending time with his bestest friend in the whole wide world, and he'll deal with Vlad later. )
You drag Damian over to a secluded bench, taking no mind to the mutations Poison Ivy has given the plants near. The backpack is emptied, and you guide your only friend to the path that leads to Vlad's destruction.
The dread fades away, the high of adrenaline taking its place, at the crimes left behind in pieces, put back together in a backpack, and let loose into the hands of your only friend.
It feels good, like something’s been taken off your shoulders. You know that Vlad has anticipated you telling someone about what he’s done. He’s still not leaving.
Your high is running down, as you start to beg Damian not to arrest him, lying to your only friend that Vlad is a better man, and doesn't deserve to rot in a cell. You know that when you take a separate route to your homes, that he’ll tell anyway.
You can’t bring yourself to care. Vlad’ll just weasel out of it, as he always does.
He knows what you did, doesn’t bring it up, with the only sign being a watchful eye whenever you’re back in his grasp.
You get invited to a gala by your friend. You accept, uncaring of Vlad's reaction.
Your friend gets held ransom. No one’s worried, no one feels anything but annoyance. You stay away, not wanting to feel your core straining to help, to protect.
The Bats swoop in to help. You ignore the envy at their luck at having a team of other heroes to depend on.
( Your friend ) The Waynes send people after your godfather. He tries to bribe his way out of the charges, out of the jail cell that cannot hold him. They leave with him in tow.
You start staying overnight at your friend’s house even more. Damian doesn’t say a word about it.
His father does. His siblings do.
They talk about adopting you, they fight about Vlad, about what they are meant to do with your godfather, and what to do with poor old Danny. You don’t listen in much. They remind you of your parents, just a little bit. It hurts.
Vlad is let go. False charges, apparently. You know he just bribed the judge and juries.
He wants to talk to you, intent on having a conversation that lasts more than five minutes without shouting and tears ending it.
I'm sorry for not being there, please, give me forgiveness, are the only things you remember from the conversation. You do not give him what he wants, but the conversation doesn't end in slammed doors and withheld tears.
You sleep under his roof for the first time in weeks, the most civil conversation you’ve ever been with him looping in your mind. You even wonder if he’ll let you go to your friend’s birthday party.
You don’t sleep at your friend’s house as much. There’s not much need to anymore.
You wake up one night, to hear the sounds of ectoblasts and footsteps. They are on the roof, and you know what they’re here for.
You go ghost, going up the roof, watching invisibly as Plasmius shoots at the vigilantes who yell about something. You stay like that for a moment. You almost decide to let him go.
He's the only one you have left, to leave him, to abandon him, is to leave the last person in your corner. That thought is the only reason why you lift your thermos up, capturing Vlad in one fell swoop, before he leaves too.
The vigilantes are not pleased, as the Bat barks out orders to find you. You can imagine Vlad is the same, fuming at your disrespect inside the can.
With Vlad in your thermos, the Bats on your tail, there is no hope in your mind of getting out of Gotham with everything you need.
Oh Danny, what are you going to do?
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meguutron · 9 months ago
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drawings of @frootloopsl atla death note au ☆彡
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jayninjago · 8 months ago
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When the (formerly) unconcious robot whose ‘Ice Emperor’ programming you accidentally enabled while rebooting him is kinda cute so you strike him a deal he cant say no to
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nhyhu · 2 years ago
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new year new ship have some sleepy bois
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ghost does not appreciate photos of him sleeping
also the line art i uh kinda gave up on the pants lol
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yorkin-it · 2 months ago
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HAPPY DEBUT EPISODES TO NEFERTARI LILI!!!!! 🥳🥳🥳 heres my fan design of her + a cute little thing with her n imu 😊 can't wait to learn about their backstory!
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urfavesarequadranted · 2 months ago
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im. your smuppet commissions?
Yes! I make smuppets! I am a Dirk after all. In the last year I have finished 21 smuppets, both a mix of my own & commissions. I have 11 more in the works, two of which are gifts.
If you would like to know about my commissions, please see my post here!
Here is my most recent photo of my smuppet collection!
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Pepto Abysmal, Baritone, David, Sunny D, Mr Benzedrine, Ray, ChewToy, Washing Machine, Toothpaste, Mr Moss, Margaritaville
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xiphiaarts · 5 days ago
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Man I might jus be vanilla
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unexpectedbrickattack · 2 years ago
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Did you fully take that "both of them want to bottom" comic from popular furry artist skunkes or ????
I almost didnt want to answer this bc u got their whole government name out here without slashes; I dont want them to look up their own name and see this silly blog 😭😭
I think take is an AWFUL strong word where nothing is even remotely traced or copied 😭😭😭 I like their art alot and I when i was thinking about this specific scenario i was like ‘i am so sure someone did a comic w this exact vibe 🤔’ I love them but um. I do not think he owns the concept of ‘two men want to bottom and they are unable to communicate that easily’
#answered#chattin#i didnt want to like#tag them or their art! i dont want them linked back to me somehow 😭#i drew it for a discord and even put the link back to that lil mini comic in there!#its a silly untagged comic! for a silly ship in a silly fandom 😭#AND its like their oc content#they dont need to see this nonsense waugg..#ive followed them for years; this is like QUITE literally what happens when you absorb art like that almost nonstop#nothing is original; everyone is inspired etc etc#i guess it just sucks bc the ask is so accusatory but this is so common?#i literally reblogged art someone did where they used expressions i drew and i thought it was cute !#and the dialogue for their comic was very clearly ‘person a does not bottom EVER and is making an exception’#but like the text is literally text i always use; and the art is literally just sketches ive always done?#being like ‘hey this comic made me laugh ALOT and the layout would work well for what im thinking of’ and at most mimicking the vibe-#-of one character is not. taking a comic 😭😭😭#i may delete this (current post) just bc their name is in the ask but like#:(#its just mean. i make comics all the time and oc art in my free time#but i reference a silly lil comic and its like ‘! did u STEAL this did u TAKE it this person is POPULAR do u think ur slick ???!!!!’ like???#please unlearn the idea that inspiration = mimicry and that mimicry = theft#um#do not message me off anon again bc i will just delete it. i only posted this bc im sure others thought of the same artist#but unlike u; was not weird about it
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kkat-astrophic · 3 months ago
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"You and --- look so cute together!!! Omg you guys! Just get married already!"
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(read this like a dav pilkey flip book)
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cessmaga · 11 months ago
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I can't enjoy halbarry anymore i think
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ragnar0c · 8 months ago
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Silly scenario I got from talking with my sister:
[Tank and Dezerte jokingly flirting w/ each other at the bistro]
Dezerte: Wow! I almost fell in love with you… Too bad you’re like. Ugly. Tank: 🤨 (he really felt like ☹️tho)
[LATER: The guild is here, they’re setting up camp]
Tank: You guys don’t think I’m ugly, right? Hana: *stares at him silently* Enid: *Glares at Hana briefly bc Hana did not need to do all that* No. Why? Who told you that? *(Automatically ready to kill)* Tank: No one. I was just wondering. Alope: 🤔 Alope: I think you’ve got a great personality…! :D Tank: …. Enid: … Tank: You did not just fucking say that. Enid: BE NICE ALOPE. Alope: WHAT? THAT WAS NICE!!! AT LEAST I ANSWERED *Glances at Hana* Enid: NOOO. That was MEAN! YOU AND HANA ARE BOTH MEAN! Hana: I DIDN’T EVEN SAY ANYTHING!
[Rare instance of Enid defending Tank and arguing w/Alope and Hana. Tank watches; offended. The moonlight makes Tank look blue and detached ]
[Suddenly lighting shifts to red, a campfire’s started. Ignis appears]
Ignis: If it’s any consolation, I find you very charming. Tank:…………………………
[They finish setting up the camp. Everyone is sleep, except Enid and Tank. They sit back to back, and Enid is about to fall asleep.]
Enid: *Yawning* Hey, sorry about those two… You still need to tell me who called you that so I can beat- Tank: Nah. Don’t worry. Enid: ? Tank: *Replaying the moment in his head* The old man handled it.
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elisedonut · 1 year ago
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AAAAAAAA I need a Forbidden Love pairing for mtf!Percy specifically
i have a lot for Cis!Percy because it's honestly one of my favorite tropes but i haven't really thought much for Mtf!Percy ships other then like Penny, Marcus and Oliver.
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leafatlaw · 7 months ago
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i should not have gone in the rvb tag (theres spoilers in there)
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sketchy-scribs-n-doods · 2 years ago
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reminder for st fans that treat ships as a competition to get their asses out of my notes and off my posts, esp salty ha/rrin/groves and self righteous ste/ddi/es, your jokes aren't funny and your stubborn us vs them bullshit is irritating. i ship both and yet somehow some of y'all manage to be mad annoying across both lines, learn to shut up and mind your business
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