#might one day

[justamanlookingforham]

Bills so chaotic I feel like he wouldn't be able to stick to just one design. I imagine he'd constantly be changing his outfit, or his hair or even his nose! (No I'm not just saying that so I don't have to stick to one design for him-)

[tobaiblog]

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[sora-no]

I know it was probably said like a million times since the movie came out, but my favourite detail in the whole movie is in the DNA numbers with Red Hood's 635 being the issue number when he appears under that name while Jason's 428 is for the issue in which he dies

[cosmic-nia]

i love this concept and i wanted to combine it with ribbun. Dark ribbun, HELL YEAH! ill inject that shit into my veins

i dont think this gave off the “dark” vibe i was going for but oh well lol

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[akanemnon]

Despite everything, it's still you.

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[linktoo-doodles]

tangible in my arms

gif process!

[starridge]

btw alex hirsch said there was a cut tbob interaction where bill enters stan’s dream of being in high school where ford is stuck in the broken perpetual motion machine. bill disguised himself as a teacher and when he tries to “help” stan, stan asks why a teacher is being nice to him and then bill reveals it was a trick and stan asks why he lied before and basically stan is too paranoid to trick. i love you stanley pines the broken man that you are.

[indigo6f00ff]

POV you're apotheosis

[anemoa]

does one part of a fandom ever bother you so much that you mute the words surrounding it but know it makes up around 99% of posts and thus is going to turn your recs into a desert

[ruporas]

need to exist in your warmth (id in alt)

[idontmindifuforgetme]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

[auden-dahn]

"D-Don't worry about me! Focus on helping the little one, okay?" 🌠 panel redraw of @laikascomet

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Learning to celebrate the little wins!

[cherryfennec]

Summer Times

Hi! I'm finally back from my two week abroad trip!