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drekkavac · 9 days ago
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐁𝐄  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐇𝐈𝐌.  That  he  could  leave  them  at  the  house  without  having  to  worry  or  call  nearly  every  five  minutes.   Anya  didn't  BLAME  Harvey  for  the  nervousness.   Had  the  roles  been  reversed  ,  Anya  couldn't  say  the  idea  of  leaving  a  mentally  delicate  former  assassin  alone  for  eight  hours  was  an  idea  they  would  have  been  comfortable  with.   But  this  was  a  chance  for  Anya  to  show  that  she  could  be  fine.
If  only  they  had  been  right  about  that.
The  new  morning  routine  was  what  they  focused  on  what  he  left.   Walking  the  house  to  make  sure  it  was  still  empty  ,  workout  inside  ,  eat  ,  &  from  there  it  was  usually  ready  whatever  she  could  find  in  the  house  ,  or  sketch  in  the  sketchbook  he  got  after  finding  out  they  had  a  knack  for  drawing.   Most  of  it  had  been  spent  drawing  ,  but  she  alternated  between  the  activities.   TV  was  STILL  something  they  hadn't  managed  to  make  to  try  yet.
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It  had  been  while  they  were  sitting  in  the  living  room  ,  the  early  stages  of  a  sketch  of  some  foliage  outside  while  they  let  themselves  zone  out.   The  quiet  was  nice  ,  but  those  watchful  scans  continued  even  while  they  drew.   ALWAYS  VIGILANT  in  case  their  suspicions  ever  came  to  be  true  ,  &  agents  came  to  Dent's  door  after  finding  her.   While  it  wasn't  an  agent  that  caught  their  attention  …  It  had  been  a  delivery  man.   Harmless  ,  any  person  would  see  them  all  the  time.   What  registered  in  Anya's  mind  ,  was  DANGER.
Then  the  doorbell  rang.   Heart  started  pounding  ,  &  her  throat  felt  IMPOSSIBLY  tight  as  eyes  shifted  to  the  kitchen.   Harvey  didn't  keep  guns  ,  but  she  did.   All  hidden  ,  the  locations  only  known  to  them  that  they  had  STASHED  around  the  house  just  in  case.   One  of  them  fastened  under  the  nightstand.   Much  more  effective.
Reaching  for  the  gun  ,  they  made  their  way  to  the  front  door  ,  another  RING  of  the  doorbell  from  the  delivery  man.   Heart  beats  pounded  EVEN  HARDER  ,  LOUDER.   They  were  only  a  few  steps  away  from  the  door  now.   Nobody  was  getting  in  here.
The  door  flung  open  ,  &  the  poor  ,  unsuspecting  man  was  met  with  &  UNFAMILIAR  face  ,  &  gun  drawn  &  ready.   Survival  instincts  well  kicked  in  ,  opposite  blue  &  green  eyes  stared  down  the  young  man.    ❝  WHO  SENT  YOU?!  ❞    Their  voice  was  serious.   DEMANDING  an  answer  before  cocking  the  gun.   The  delivery  man  ,  simply  dropped  the  package  ,  before  running  back  to  the  safety  of  his  truck. 
FUCK!
Reality  sunk  in.   Eyes  watched  as  TERRIFIED  child  as  far  as  the  woman  currently  standing  on  the  front  porch  as  stunned  ..  &  SCARED  as  the  young  man  speeding  down  the  street.   It  wasn't  really  …  It  wasn't  a  THREAT.   It  was  just  a  kid.   Just  a  kid  who  was  doing  his  job.   Hands  shook.   Metal  clinking  as  the  gun  shifted  in  their  hands.   Seconds  later  …  Eyes  began  FRANTICALLY  looking  around  the  street  ,  before  quickly  retreating  inside  before  anyone  else  saw.
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From  there  ,  Anya  had  SNAPPED.   The  gun  dropped  to  the  floor  …  Legs  felt  UNSTEADY  &  soon  …  Seeing  the  house  around  her  wasn't  a  task  they  could  complete.   The  rest  …  That  was  something  that  Anya  couldn't  remember  after  it  all  went  black.   They  couldn't  remember  the  BREAKDOWN.   The  single  hole  in  the  wall  from  a  punch  leaving  cuts  on  their  fist  ,  before  retreating  to  the  only  place  they  knew  they  could  get  somewhere  dark  &  cold  …  THE  BASEMENT.
By  the  time  @halfdent  came  home  ,  the  house  was  DARK.   Lights  having  not  been  turned  on  once  the  SUNLIGHT  no  longer  served  it's  purpose  to  light  the  house.   Chairs  shuffled  from  a  STUMBLE  during  Anya's  retreat  to  the  basement  ,  the  door  leading  their  open  ,  &  the  gun  sitting  on  the  floor  near  the  table.   The  missing  person?   Huddled  in  a  corner  ,  knees  squeezed  IMPOSSIBLY  TIGHT  on  the  floor.   Shivers  &  tremors  here  &  there.
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mysterycitrus · 4 months ago
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clingonlikeclingwrap · 4 days ago
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“Through the Ages”
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freefallintothevoid · 7 months ago
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The real reason everyone makes fun of Dicks Discowing outfit is because he's the only one that can somehow pull it off
Every superhero and vigilante has has a costume like that at some point, something daring or a bit ridiculous that in hindsight that they just couldn't make work for whatever reason. Nightwing? The pretty motherfucker not only made it work, he slayed in that outfit. It looks ridiculous by itself on display in the batcave but not when Nightwing puts it on
The only reason Dick doesn't know this is because all his siblings have collectively gaslit him into thinking that it's his worst costume to date.
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brandonlees · 10 days ago
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V FOR VENDETTA 2005, dir. James McTeigue
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sreppub · 4 months ago
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best part of the night is washing off the sweat and mask adhesive
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slightly-depressed-sloth · 1 month ago
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Damian’s prosthetic spine is my Roman Empire
COMMS OPEN
Text ver. of the handwriting under cut in case it's hard to read
Comic; page 1
Panel 1 -
(Halfway up a skyscraper)
Damian: X-ray vision.
Jon: would it kill you to say please?
Panel 2 -
Damian: Does baby need to be coddled?
(Bomb)
Panel 5-
(whole ass metal spine)
Panel 6 -
(pamphlet saying 'childhood scoliosis spinal implants. Titanium rod')
Jon: Man, your scoliosis must've been bad, huh?
Comic; Page 2
Panel 3 -
Jon: it's the red one by the way
Panel 4 -
Jon: Wanna swing by mine for leftover pie after?
Damian: sure.
Sketches;
Page 1:
Headcanons.
Cracks back like old man
Has to do regular back exercises
Page 2:
Headcanon 2
Rubs back of neck/where chip was when upset
(I know he wouldn't have a scar, but consider scars are cool)
Page 3:
Banner: Paralysed by a colourful serial killer club
Barbara: Joker. You?
Damian: ... Flamingo
The dynamic
At heart, a good person
Just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing
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uncharted-constellations · 8 months ago
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It’s been a minute, (both post wise and design wise) so decided to update the fam + a couple additions compared to last time
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frownyalfred · 1 month ago
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we need to keep emphasizing the dread of being hunted in Batman movies/media. the sound of the batmobile’s engine screaming in The Batman (2022) made my entire theater freeze in their seats. Batman Begins had the dock scene where Batman comes out of nowhere to answer a terrified goon’s “Where are you??” with a simple whispered “Here.” BVS had the wall-busting scene AND the part in the basement where Batman was perched up on the wall hiding from sight like his namesake.
they’re all one-off moments but should truly be extended a little bit. remind the audience how terrifying it is to be the focus of the Bat’s attention. the horrifying inevitability of being hunted down by him, knowing there is no escape. but not being able to see or even hear him unless he wants you to.
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drekkavac · 20 hours ago
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             This  woman  seemed  ,  𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃  at  best.   But  someone  who  could  really  focus  when  she  needed  to.   That  was  where  they  were  going  to  focus  their  attention  on.   That  was  what  was  going  to  make  them  ultimately  agree  on  the  temporary  team  up  to  get  the  𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊  out  of  there.   The  idea  of  any  friendships  forming  was  never  something  on  their  mind.   It  was  always  just  …  easier  ,  to  be  the  loner.
             As  insane  as  this  woman  was  ,  the  plan  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓.   The  plan  ,  if  everything  went  off  the  way  they  wanted  …  Might  actually  work.   The  catch  was  going  to  be  making  sure  that  the  plan  worked.   All  it  would  take  is  one  of  the  other  inmates  throwing  a  wrench  in  the  plan  ,  or  one  of  the  guards  or  orderlies  catching  on.   They  needed  to  be  clever  about  this  ,  &  also  make  sure  they  waited  for  the  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓  moment  to  act.   Part  of  the  hard  part  of  breaking  out  of  any  institution  was  the  waiting  game.
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             Eyes  shifted  over  to  where  the  orderlies  tasked  with  watchin  them  were  stationed.   One  of  them  looking  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  way  ,  causing  Anya  to  make  sure  to  take  detailed  account  of  his  face.   If  he  didn't  go  &  blab  about  it  to  his  superiors  …  He  was  probably  going  to  be  one  who  was  dumb  enough  to  come  between  them  ,  &  their  freedom.
             ❛❛  𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥.  ❜❜     They  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓  about  reaching  to  shake  Harley's  hand.   But  thought  better  after  catching  that  look  from  the  man  across  the  room.   Shaking  her  hand  would  tell  them  some  sort  of  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋  took  place.   That  would  only  raise  more  suspicion.    ❛❛  𝐖𝐞  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  …  𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬  𝐦𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞  𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚  𝐛𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚  𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝  𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.  ❜❜
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Harley let out a low, wicked laugh, eyes flicking over the room with a sparkle of excitement. “Oh, babe, you better believe it’s gonna be a madhouse! The minute security drops, it’ll be every loon for themselves, runnin' wild through Arkham like kids on a sugar high! Absolute chaos—just how I like it!”
She shrugged with a playful smirk. “Good luck to 'em all, yeah. ‘Course, it means we’ll have to dodge a few folks who think they can jump on our tail, but that’s where my special lil’ stash comes in.” She gave a sly wink, tapping her hip where her hidden tools would come into play. “A couple smoke bombs, maybe a few other tricks up my sleeve... you know, just to clear our path in the commotion.”
Harley grinned wider, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “So when the lights go out and all hell breaks loose, we slip through the mess while the guards are chasin' everyone else. Let the others keep ‘em busy while we take the straight shot out. Pure an’ simple! You get that arm back, I get the last laugh, and by the time they realize, we’re long gone.”
She reached across the table, offering a gloved hand to Anya, her eyes gleaming. “So, partner—ya ready to shake on it?”
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we-ezer · 5 months ago
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Tim doesn't think the new kid knows how. . . . sad he looks.
His long hair is limp and he's always brushing it over his eyes like it's a nervous tic. On the rare occasion they're visible, the blue color is entirely too watery and dark circles too pronounced to ignore. They're guaranteed to make you feel like you're watching a SPCA commercial complete with the "in the arms of an angel" soundtrack. It's even more unfair when Steph says the new kid gives him a run for his money.
"I don't look like that."
Steph scoffs, "Yes, you do. Just more unhinged than pathetic wet cat."
Tim decides either the new kid needs to get better or he needs to give up coffee and one of those things is not happening.
i.e. Danny is on the run from his parents and the GIW after his friends and sister were caught in the crossfire. After being on the run for a couple years, he decides it's safe enough to stop in Gotham to finish his schooling (under a fake name). He didn't count on being forcefully absorbed into a new friend group (something he very much tries to resist). It doesn't help that Gotham's rancid ectoplasm makes his temper flare when they get too pushy.
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drekkavac · 5 days ago
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𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙰𝙽  said.      ❛  can  we  talk  about  this?  please?  ❜
Was  there  really  𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇  to  discuss?   Sure  it  wasn't  the  path  most  would  hope  for  ,  but  most  hadn't  been  failed  by  the  whole  𝐅𝐔𝐂��𝐈𝐍𝐆  world  before  they  even  reached  their  thirties.   In  all  honesty  ,  everyone  was  lucky  Anya  hadn't  decided  to  go  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘  𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋.   What  was  a  little  chaos  here  and  there  when  they  got  bored?   This  wasn't  even  their  usual  MO  either.   Trading  in  acts  of  chaos  for  one  secret  city?   Pretty  good  trade  off.
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❝  Sorry  @luposcainus.   Would  love  t'fill  ya  in.   But  this  is  a  need  t'know  sorta  thing  at  the  moment.  ❞    The  𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓  thing  they  needed  was  someone  finding  out  about  their  little  criminal  safe  haven  that  they  didn't  want  ruining  all  the  fun.    ❝  Gotta  make  sure  you're  not  gonna  go  &  blab  about  it  to  someone  who's  gonna  spoil  it  all.  ❞
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daydreamerwonderkid · 11 months ago
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Saw a post recently that mentioned how underrated Damian's sense of humor is, so I went ahead and decided to find some of my fave moments, pt. 1
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pt. 2
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theerurishipper · 6 months ago
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First <- Part 6 <- Part 7 -> Part 8
Masterpost
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arunneronthird · 1 year ago
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tell 'em all they'll love in my shadow
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brandonlees · 8 days ago
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Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.
V FOR VENDETTA 2005, dir. James McTeigue
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