#the little waves man

[weltato]

clark: here's my man, bob cratchit joey:

[0fps]

general jiyan

[abstractanalysis-intuitiveleaps]

i have spent hours giggling at this, agreeing with this, discussing it in the mirror with myself, etc etc. how has someone so perfectly summed up early david.

[microwavingfranky]

Buggy Ariana Grande crop top moment

Still in Impel Down….. I can tell why people are obsessed with him, he’s never been dumber and he’s never been prettier

[egophiliac]

I have never been more concerned for a JP update from your art than I am seeing a Cheka knowing the context of Leona’s dream.

My bois ok right?????? My sweet nephews ok right??????

well

uhhhh

I'm sure the real one is fine :)

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

drawing your favorite guys being silly is very effective at keeping The Horrors at bay

bonus doc from a different canvas:

[maplebitts]

Thinking about thunder bringer

[frogaroundandfindout]

Au where somehow dick ends up becoming the apartment complex’s community jar opener

The first time it happens his neighbor is supposed to be hosting dinner for her boss but just can’t get the damn lid off of the maraschino cherries. It’s supposed to be on the cake because they’re her bosses favorite and she really needs this promotion. So she desperately knocks on doors looking for help and dick (half asleep from working three jobs) is the only one that answers. Then he takes one look at this near tears woman holding a jar of candy cherries like a lifeline, notes the red marks on her hands and the knife marks on the lid, then silently gestures for her to give it to him. It’s literally open in seconds and he jokes about her loosening it up for him. If she wasn’t so grateful she’d be infuriated at how easy it was for him.

Still she tells her gardening friend about what happened (an elderly man on the floor above hers who has the least green thumb she has ever seen) and a week later dick has him at his door holding up two pints of Talenti ice cream. Apparently he usually just saws through the plastic containers with a knife since he can never get the lids off and figured he might as well ask first this time. Bemused, dick pops the lids off effortlessly and gets a pint as payment. Dick agrees but only if they eat it together. That day he learns some truly fascinating things about plants that may or may not help him during a case.

After that it just keeps happening? A kid shows up at his door holding up a pickle jar and he find out that the kids mom is pregnant and has been having all kinds of cravings. When he walks the kid back home, the mom just tugs him inside and tells him to loosen all the jar. He’s honestly too surprised not to do it

Then an old woman that’s keeps trying to set dick up with her grandchildren. Then two teenagers sheepishly holding up a flint stone gummies vitamin bottle (how were we supposed to know you had to press down on the tab while twisting the top!). Then a little girl with a mason jar who tells him she’s going to catch a carpenter ant and make it the ruler of Barbie land.

Just dick accidentally becoming a very beloved members of every community he’s a part of

[stardotnet]

ive been thinking a lot about the golden records lately

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

OLD SATOSHOKO AND THEIR GRANDKIDS

Ahh sorry Anon, I couldn't really imagine them old old. Call me Age-ist but I like this better anyway.

[i-have-dots-in-my-brain]

Astarion: *shaking Gale awake at 3am*

Astarion: Time is ever marching forward and your mortal days are running out. Every second that goes by is a second lost.

Gale: …should I be worried?

Astarion: time is an fucking illusion, Darling, the only thing truly real is death.

Gale: go back to bed.

Astarion: what truly comes after death?

Gale: …I’m not emotionally or mentally stable enough for this, go ask Withers.

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone^2 Damian

If you really think about, Damian's situation in the clone^2 au is... kinda tragic? Especially in the early months of his arrival. Like,,, think about it. Damian has always known he was a clone of Damian Wayne, that he was a copy of the blood son. There was nothing 'original' about him, not even his name (of which at least Danny has that). He was just... a replacement. A disposable one, to boot.

And he knew that, to an extent, by the time he was six years old. he might not have been actively acknowledging it -- he's six years old -- but deep down he knew. And like, he's six years old. Every small child craves the love and affection of an adult, especially their parents, and even though he knew he was clone, I imagine he still considered - and still does consider, somewhat - Talia and Bruce as his mother and father. And I really doubt he was... getting it?

Now, I know Talia loves Damian, her son. At least in some interpretations she does, and in this au she does. But... a clone of her son? I'm not so certain if she would have the same affection for baby Dames as she would for Damian. I don't think she would treat him badly, but I don't think Talia would treat him warmly either. Kinda just, distant. Colder than she would have been with OG Damian.

And, I know I've mentioned Damian's arrival from Danny's point of view, and its kind of comical kind of insane from his perspective -- a little boy clone of Damian Wayne falls through a portal and immediately attacks him. That sounds like a bad joke.

But, if you think of this from Damian's point of view? It's like he just got dropped into a scary movie. Like, think about it. You're six years old, and suddenly a portal, as green and as swirling as your grandfather's pools, opens up beneath your feet and sucks you through.

After an intense bout of vertigo, you end up in a massive, urban city -- completely different from the rural mountain palace that you lived in for the last six years of your life, and in this city, you don't know any of the language. You don't know what anyone is saying, you can't read any of the signs - you are completely stranded, away from home.

And then, to make things worse, you're facing a figure with a terrifying mask and eyes as burning green as the portal you fell through. Of course Damian's first instinct, six years old, is to attack. He's terrified.

And this figure, he's not a good fighter, but he's fast, and he dodges you quickly. He grabs your sword with his hands, and tries to restrain you, saying something in a language you don't know. Naturally, Damian is just scared. He's six! He'd just be learning how to read if he was normal child going to school.

This figure halfway through the fight yanks off his mask -- he realizes you're scared -- and looking at you now, is a youthful version of your father. This is a clone of your dad, someone you have never met but, six years old, still wants to. Damian gets defensive. This is an imposter.

But this imposter eventually gets you home with him - and he's using his little box, his phone, to communicate with you through a mechanical voice speaking in arabic. and it's frustrating. The boy, the imposter, can say whatever to you just fine, but trying to talk back is a hassle and a half. He's six, he doesn't have that much patience.

He wants to go home.

And so he keeps trying to run away. He keeps trying to find out of this hellish concrete jungle, and he keeps getting lost. It's loud, and busy, and there are people talking to you and you don't understand them, and there are rules and signs you don't understand - Damian tries to cross the street and nearly gets hit by a car. He doesn't know how the road signs work, he was never taught. They didn't get to that.

And he gets lost. And it gets dark, and Damian is brave, but he is six, and this is the worst stress he's been under in all his six years of life. He wants, desperately more than anything, to go home. Why wouldn't he? The only stable... semi-stable environment he was in just got ripped out from under his feet, literally! He wants his mother.

And it's not happening.

But there's something good to be said, at least. The imposter that looks like his father always comes and finds him, no matter what. He could have left that morning, and he will find Damian at midnight, frazzled and worried, and carrying an extra jacket with him because it is cold in Amity Park and Damian is six years old.

And sometimes Damian attacks him - he's scared and stressed and he doesn't want to be here. And every time he catches the sword. Even though Damian can see it cut into his hand and pearls of blood well up and stains his fingers. Even though Damian can see him wince in pain and bite his lip, he still catches it.

But with that little box, he coaxes Damian to come back with him. It's cold, it's dark, Amity Park is unsafe at night. They can figure something out tomorrow, please. And every time, he agrees, reluctantly. And the imposter takes the extra jacket he brought with -- a flannel, a hoodie, a jacket -- and he wraps it around him. It's warm, Damian's clothes are not that thick, and even though he thinks he might hate this imposter, he still sticks close to his legs as he leads him down the street.

And sometimes the imposter carries him, because Damian's shoes are not that thick, and he cuts his foot on broken glass while they're walking home. The imposter sits in the bathroom with him and carefully cleans the cut out, and makes sure it doesn't get infected.

There's hope you know, he still has it. His mother will be looking for him. She'll be worried. He's important to them. Damian may not be the original, but he is still a blood son. He is still her son. She will come find him. This nightmare will end soon. He can go home.

And then weeks pass, and nothing. Then months, and nothing. His family is not coming for him, and it hurts. Hurts more than anything. And yet while that happens, the boy he's attacked, and hurt, teaches himself arabic in order to speak to him. He takes Damian out of the house one afternoon and buys him new clothes, or tries to. And then he keeps buying him new clothes. He gives him blankets and gives up his bed to him until they can get him one himself, and steadily he teaches Damian english.

This boy is kind. Kinder than Damian's ever experienced, and he doesn't know what to do with it. He's devastated by the fact that he is not as important to his family as his family is to him. What do you do when you're six years old and you learn something like that? When a random stranger who looks like your father is kinder to you, and cares more about you than your family did?

And then Damian tells him he's a clone. He's Damian Wayne's clone, and he tells him his purpose - that their grandfather made him to kill him. And the boy, the imposter, Damian thinks he probably already knows that he's a clone. But he doesn't say that. He just nods, and asks him if he wants to tell his original about him.

Damian says no. He doesn't want to. He's tired of living in the shadow of his original. He wants to keep this to himself. This is his. For once, all of this is his.

And to his surprise, the imposter doesn't try and convince him otherwise. He just nods, and says okay. And when Damian asks why, the imposter - his brother - looks at him and says.

"I don't care about Damian Wayne. I care about you." And in Damian's gobsmacked silence, his brother continues. He tells him that if Damian doesn't want to tell his original that he exists, then they don't need to. They don't need to worry about the LoA going after him, because clearly if his 'grandfather' needs to make a clone of Damian in order to take him out, then whatever it was that Damian Wayne was doing to keep himself safe, was working.

"Wayne already has people in his corner, he's got Gotham's army of vigilantes to keep himself safe." his brother says with his eyes as blue as moonlight. "You, however. Do not." And he continues, and says that if Damian Wayne has the same training as Damian does, then he will be fine. He doesn't need to be aware of his clone. Because if DW doesn't know about Damian, then the LoA doesn't either.

And here's the thing. Damian would not have survived in the LoA for long. Not as a clone. No matter what, he was going to die no matter what he did, and sooner rather than later. The sword of Damocles was always hanging above his head in the League of Assassins.

That portal, and meeting Danny, saved his life. There's no way around it. And to an extent Damian knows this even at six years old. He may not be aware that he would've died, but he knows that meeting Danny was the best thing to happen to him.

It's no wonder after that, that Damian is as clingy to Danny as he is. Danny is the first person he's met to offer him unconditional love, with no strings attached, only pure affection.

[halflifebutawesome]

you used to be such a baby.

[matchbet-allofthetime]

God, my favourite thing ever is that when he's younger, at the beginning of S1, Marcus is SUCHHH a brat!

He's this bratty guy who is also a spitfire, he likes talking back, and he always acts like he wants control.

He acts out of line because he knows he can get away with it, he brats and snips words and acts like an all-around ass, but it's bratty. It's so distinct.

But later, when he gets that control he thought he wanted, when he becomes sheriff and then starts dealing with Silco, he gets so exhausted so quickly.

He's rougher, gruffer, more steadfast and sharp in his mannerisms and words, but that brattiness is less than half what it was when he was younger.

In, what was it? Nine years? He went from this brash, loud-mouthed, fiery young adult who wanted control to a salt-n-pepper dilf who has all the power one could want— and yet, he only has that through Grayson dying, and Marcus himself dealing with Silco, pretending to keep the— relative— peace.

I love seeing the differences, because he both changes so damn much, and also doesn't change at all.

[sangthael]

been really into this kind of gay game lately idk

[illiana-mystery]

Got that pep in his step.