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Alfred Pennyworth has in fact, perhaps, in the slightest of chances.
Picked up his Master's habit of collecting children as if they were on sale.
He was spending his time on one of those rare vacations he decided to take, it was nice, to relax with only the vague overhanging worry of something going wrong back at the manor that he's gotten very good at ignoring.
Only to come across a child bleeding out in an alley, heavily injured.
He would not be able to live with himself if he didn't at least try to help them however he could.
Such is how he acquired a child he later found to be a meta who whished to learn the ways of a butler.
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Danny had escaped from a GIW compound, after having been handed over by his family a while after his reveal. He felt, completely and utterly betrayed, when it happened. His parents, while hurt, he was at least capable of actually seeing them do it, but never would he have thought Jazz would do so as well.
They did it so happily, that he wondered if letting him go really was the greatest thing to happen to this family.
He chained, muzzled, all the ways to bind him they pulled all the stops too, knowing how dangerous he was. He wouldn't have even done anything then, too stunned by his families apart willingness at handing him over to the government.
He hated them.
He hated them so much.
The GIW facility was a terrible, cold, unfeeling place. One where they drilled thoughts into his head again and again until he found himself unconsciously repeating them when his head felt empty, one where his body gained a new mark day by day and pushed through tests, he had no clue of even hoping to comprehend what they would gain out of it.
It was a cold, unfeeling place. Placed in a cell of white and nothing else, with low walls and chains binding his body in place until the time came for another experiment.
It was a room he grew used to. One he even held some kind of strange, twisted affection for.
It was a room that held a tiny piece of safety, of rest. It was a room that taught him to hate.
A deep, powerful, disgusting, twisting hatred that crawled from the depths of his cells, corrupting his blood and carving itself deep into his bones. Forcing it's out of his pores until it practically oozed from his flesh.
It drowned his mind, tainting each and every thought, every memory, every dream, every waking moment until he could feel nothing but hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehate.
When he was taken out of that he could feel nothing, with the drugs swimming their way through his blood that snapped the thin string keeping him between a person and an emotionless puppet.
He thinks that's what the GIW thinks he is.
And when he was placed back in that room, he could only hate.
It was a cycle. Stuck between feeling either nothing or hatred.
He hated feeling nothing, it made him feel like he wasn't real. Like it snapped the thread that held him between what a real person was and a dream.
So, he allowed himself to drown deep into his hatred. Until the white walls of his far to small room seemed to fade, until whatever sound he could have heard became nothing but dull noise.
Until the passage of time seemed to become just a blink.
He didn't know what day it was, when he saw it. Saw them. He didn't know the time, the date, the day, the hours. He knew nothing.
But he could recognize his family. Recognize one of the objects of his intense hatred that he forced his thoughts too. The people who willingly gave him up just like that and one of the causes for his current life.
He didn't know why they showed him them, he felt it some sick, utterly cruel joke. A joke he didn't know the punchline for, a joke the universe sent his way to make his life all the more miserable.
There were multiple of them. Multiple clones of his family. Som within test tubes, some being pulled out from the tubes, some walking around in lab coats. A waste of talent, they called it in his dad's case, a waste of intelligence in his mother's, and a waste of intellect in his sister's case.
His original family was already dead, he was told. Replaced by clones, clones that took over the legal decision to change his guardianship. Clones walking around twisting and desecrating his family.
'At least it was painless.' One of the clones said, talking with his mother's face. 'Far more than they deserved for having keeping a thing like him' spoken by his father's imposter.
The drugs pumping through his system to keep him calm, to keep him feeling nothing was suddenly pierced through by an intense feeling of horror, hate and self-loathing.
He should've known it wasn't his family. He should've done more! More to protect them! To keep them safe! The could've still been alive if he just knew.
In that moment, watching imposters speaking, walking, talking, breathing, with his families faces. He exploded. Exploded with a power fueled by nothing but his intense hatred for every. Single. Living being in this goddamn facility.
He killed whoever stood in his way. Managing to get his hands on relatively newly designed weapon, an ectoplasmic scythe (that also apparently could revert into an everyday item). Which he used to rip and tear throughout the entirety of the facility. He got injured, of course, he couldn't dodge everything, but he didn't care.
A body stuck between life and death, incapable of fully going one way or the other no matter what happened. Gifted supernatural powers fueled by wrath and twisting hatred and a weapon made by man yet in the range of the supernatural.
They didn't stand a change. He killed them all. No matter who it was, man, woman, clone. He didn't, couldn't care. He could only kill, only maim, only hurt.
And that's what he did.
It was then, when the facility was blanketed with silence tainted by despair, death and hysteria. When previously white walls were covered by blood, and the halls turned into rivers of blood and corpses. That he broke down, the overwhelming hatred he felt replaced by relief then sadness then self-loathing.
His family didn't give him up! But they were killed. Kill because of him. He couldn't stand being in this place, anymore. His body felt as if it were moving on unseen strings as it walked through the halls, the scythe shrinking back what it was when out of combat, his mind too occupied by thoughts and feelings.
It walked through a portal, one to the ghost zone, and then promptly into another portal and spat him out into an alleyway. Which he then promptly collapsed and curled into a ball, curing the shrunken scythe in his palm and he was out like a light.
A few days after he woke up, he found himself growing attached to the human that found him in that alleyway. An old man, maybe, but a nice one. He didn't want to meet anyone, besides that man, so he turned invisible when anyone else come into contact with him.
Alfred Pennyworth.
It was a name he clung onto mentally and a man he clung onto physically as well. He wanted to be like that man, someone so nice and caring, someone who didn't mind that he turned invisible at the sing of another person, who let him cling onto him both invisible and not whenever he wanted to.
He did panic when he heard Alred saying his vacation was over, and such that he had to leave. He didn't want to be left alone again, he didn't know what he would do if he was left alone again.
Until Afred said we were going home.
We. As in, him plus another. Alfred plus Danny.
Home.
Heat blossomed in his chest, seeming to replace the constant, low hum of hate sitting beneath him skin.
Home.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dp dc#dp dc crossover#dcxdp#dc x dp prompt#dc x dp crossover#Danny has a scythe and isn't afraid to use it on anyone who even breaths wrong in Alfred's presence.#He also doesn't like meeting other people so he just turns invisible#So you probably wouldn't even know what killed you tbh.#Will Danny be brought out of his shell by the combined efforts of the batfamily?#Probably#Alfred saw a child in an alleyway while on vacation and pulled a Bruce Wayne.#Danny wants to be a butler because Alfred is a butler and he wants to be more like Alfred.#honestly I should be sleeping not making this idea#But MEH#Me tired so I slep now byebye gamers
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#all of us rn#GOOD NIGHT IM SLEP#a few more gifs tomorrow i promise#one piece#one piece spoilers#egghead#one piece 1100#vegapunk#dr. vegapunk#luffy#gear 5#gear 5 luffy#sun god nika#drums of liberation#joyboy#monkey d luffy#mugiwara no luffy
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me if uhhhh me if you uh if you reblog my art and give me love and attention
#hi welcome to chilis#Im like drunk-tired or something#im feckin exhausted m8#i need to slep#but my brain hates me sigh#(me who desperately wants to do something creative but doesn’t have the time or energy)#anyway uhhhhh points tho my art tag ->#complaintsconcepts#might delete later because i am a sad little creature who just really likes when people like my things#i wish i made better art that people would think is cool like all these cool amazing artists that can actually draw good things#(says the guy with the lowest self confidence on the planet)#anyway I’m drawing an updated persona because i finally figured out what I want the design to be#yes it is the halloween clown version of my slimesona#because i love it#(unfortunately what colours to use— i do not know)
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ROOKS
#i am in a slep deprived state and i haven't finalised my gorl's design but i am proud of how these two look so i will self indulgent post#and depart lol#i want to make proper gifs later#warden above crow below ueuehuehu#tbd#fae plays datv#datv spoilers#oc: alaric thorne#he's my main/canon rook and will smooch neve#oc: alandra de riva#will smooch davrin#i want to make a veiljumper to romance emmrich but undecided on whether he'll be an elf or a dwarf hmm#i think a dwarf could be neat bc having a guy with more magic resistance in arlathan forest seems useful hmm
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i think ill try doing requests !
ill just post when reqs are closed sjskjeskj cuz don't think I can do a lot whwahaehjgewhg BUT ILL DO MY BEST
for the requests btw It can be something other than enstars but pls be specific if you're requesting a character or whjawgjhaw ykyky wdakjhwgdakkgwad yes
#my art#enstars#ensemble stars#shino hajime#hajime shino#yo watch this flop LMAO but its fine i just need this to get used to my new drawing tablet and hopefully get rid of my art block#but for now i slep cuz its literally 5AM and my neck is GONE it is DESTROYED i need to fix my posture fr#engurishu☆art
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IMPORTANT POST - BELOW READ MORE.
pls boop.
#you have to boop rn#please stop and boop#(ooc)#(tbd)#(important)#you can see my hubbys hand lol ok#shes been snuggled next to us the last hour and wont move - she just slep
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after this [gestures at the deadline task] Thing is done i have to draw a cute pride icon with voli and chemi... its essential to my wellbeing as a skills fan hkjhg
#chemi chats#voli is an unlabelled gender Guy-Type-Thing and demiromantic/demisexual pan :] and echem is transmasc and i think bi? omni maybe??#guy likes all the genders forever. all of the skills are so ambiguous tbh lmaooo#react speed is genderfluid but REALLY FAST hkjg xis pronouns are ''any as long as you keep switching them throughout your sentence''#''he was supposed to do her job but they were too busy being distracted by its own wings :|''#suggestion's is ''oh what pronouns do /you/ think i use? :3'' and perception is a consistent it/its pronouns user#and halflit is she/he and composure is he/she. AND ALSO SHIVERS IS AROACE. interface is also aroace and aplatonic to boot#i could probably come up with othres but im really sleepy right now sooooo later#HOKD ON ideabefore i slep i gotta draw that hjhg#''itd pride month voli u know what that means'' ''what. ou want us to give gay skill checks.'' ok goodnight#concepts canvas
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So. I just finished The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer and OH MY GOD HTHSI BOOK WASS SCH AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOATSRE BUT TEH ENDING WAS SO CHEF"S KISS OH MY GOD IM SOKHLGKJ>L<GKHBJ<MB<M HUMANITY IS SO FUCKING BEAUTFIUL I LOVE LIFE HKJVMHGKHVB I WANT TO UGH THERES SM I WNAT EVERYTHING IS WORTH LIEVING FOR
#THe darkness outside us#eliot schrefer#no spoilers#GO RAED THIS BOOK IF YOU HAVENt#ist so beuatiful#i cany spell bc its fucking 4 am#im gonna go slep now#byee#I'm going to add more thoughts later#its just very late rn
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*flopped down on a couch w/a glass bottle of apple juice to make it look like i'm drinking beer*
yeah... yeah i'm fine.... just coming to terms w/the fact that i must use javascript in order to achieve my vision w/the neocities...
#the main reason i haven't just abandoned this particular aspect of the Vision(tm) is bc it would be useful for like.#more than one thing. so it's like. le sigh.#(reading the documentation for tippy tooltips tonight so that i can sleep on it n try to implement it tmrw or something)#why is it always js.... please god spare me at least a Little bit of suffering here i'll never sin again etc etc#speaking of sin i've started speaking more candidly abt my queerness w/the kids at work this week#it's nice to talk to the older kids (as in fifth grade or older) bc even tho like. nine years old is when they start to be tolerable#they lack awareness n life experience. today i told the older kids that i like men but in a gay way#n one of them was like 'i don't get it' n then i reminded her of Gender:tm: n she was like 'ohhhh i get it'#n the two guys also listening were like 'what. i still don't get it.' ONE OF THEM ASKED ME IF I WAS AMAB ACTUALLY LOL#n i was like 'what? that's not important.' but that was really surprising! kids usually read me as female#so it was kind of flattering in a way to be asked 'were you born a boy?' like idk how he's trying to process my gender#but i'm going to flatter myself into thinking the question comes from him like. idk clocking some kind of innate masculinity or w/e idk#花話#anyway it's Crazy that it took me almost a year to not feel like i'd get instantly fired for telling kids i'm queer#Not going to lie it really felt like i'd never get to this point but it really is kinda just once you start it gets easier#(though to be fair i also wouldn't have told Any of the kids Anything had one of them not started acting like 'gays' was a dirty word)#(n i just Looked at him n said 'you know i'm a queer right?' n he was like 'O_O')#when i worked at homophobic summer camp i do remember daydreaming abt telling my boss i was a 'flaming queer'#i'd have put my feet up on her desk n everything as i made direct eye contact w/her but ofc i never did anything like that.#anyway! i will slep now so that i can get back to work on my projects tmrw morning
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what is it about writing in the very deepest, darkest and most ominous parts of the night that makes writing so much more easy and enjoyable? am i having the writer zoomies?? is this what it is???
#writeblr#writing#fanfiction writer#nighttime writing is just so much more comfy#plus it's so much easier to write angst somehow#its like taking the demons surrounding me and putting them in a jar#where they can rid themselves of their misery and hate#and i use it for the pain >:D#i am a creature of the night and NO ONE CAN STOP ME AHAHAHA-#i#i think i have to go to slep
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everything was going so well even ice steven behaved n hit enemies but then i had to use my brain at round 4 and round 5
#esp malva fuck malva#forced me to use kotone. fuck u#n diantha too bt im nt tht angry at her#i just dnt hv good poison units lmao#thank god steven redeems himself again by sending an alien out#n leaf is VERY useful for the poison#n cynthia to withstand attacks lmao#ok i slep. got work. hh#fafar plays pokemon masters#also yes i hv ss touko but silver is my husband so
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i am so tired
I really cant use the slep
does anyone have a user manual? Do I turn it on then off?
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I read this and had to read it through as soon as I hit the reblog button.
You see, my brain placed an "h" in the word "treat." "Treating" turned into "Threatening" from there, and I was about to comment, 'Haaaa, threaten others with respect. You go @neil-gaiman!' a-la 'You Go Glen Coco!'
I was reading a book (about interjections, oddly enough) yesterday which included the phrase “In these days of political correctness…” talking about no longer making jokes that denigrated people for their culture or for the colour of their skin. And I thought, “That’s not actually anything to do with ‘political correctness’. That’s just treating other people with respect.”
Which made me oddly happy. I started imagining a world in which we replaced the phrase “politically correct” wherever we could with “treating other people with respect”, and it made me smile.
You should try it. It’s peculiarly enlightening.
I know what you’re thinking now. You’re thinking “Oh my god, that’s treating other people with respect gone mad!”
Happy Valentine’s Day.
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i aint like none of yall fish meme
#-c#and even worse the whole reason im here is because of a fucking joke message our pooky sent us#i hate this i hate this i hate this i hate this i hate this i hate this i hate this i hate this i hate this i hate this i hate this i hate#f you should stop taking things so seriously#is that even f that doesnt even seem like f#ooooohhhhhhhhhh i need slep
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I think mom is gonna kick me out of bed in a couple of minutes
#i'm on vacation and staying at her place#and the bed I'm using is in her office#other option would be sleeping in the living room sofa#it's not really an option bc it's much noisier there#but I could sleep in if I slep there...
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man i really decided to leave all big social medias BUT tumblr aka the one where my oc art (= 80% of what i draw and probably more soon) get no attention at all
#this is what i am igg..#btw#maybe i'll try cara#since for now i'm not using twitter nor ig anymore#i've never heard of it until yesterday and uh#i've just seen 3-4 moots making an account#i think it's getting a bit more popular because ig is doing shit with ai#(ig downfall is my dream actually i hate it and hate that this is where all artists are </3)#anyway maybe i'll try it#i never hear of new app here idk why.. i think it's the vibe of tumblr#anyway i even created an account while i was writting this lmao#but i won't use it rn idk.. maybe later today if i have the energy or next week#i hope the day will be better than yesterday but uh :( haven't slep that well
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