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badbcatha · 6 months
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Art by my request by Amriagael (https://twitter.com/amriagael)
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spacedace · 1 year
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Damian doesn't know who Santa Claus is and Danny tries to gaslight him into believing in Santa
Okay but, like, wouldn't even be gaslighting! Santa canonically does exist in the DC universe, I think I remember reading something about him fighting through an army in hell to give Darkseid a single piece of coal once?
So like, Danny doesn't have to gaslight Damian into believing Santa's real, he just has to pull out the proof (Danny has a binder of everything he knows about the Spirit of Christmas for the purpose of when he eventually goes to war with him, Danny hates Christmas so fucking much haha) and show him evidence that Santa is real.
Probably ranting the entire time about how much he hates the guy & Christmas and it's obvious that this is Danny's arch nemesis. His one true villain above all others. Pariah Dark? A nuisance. Dark Dan? Just a tuesday. Santa? That motherfucker is the bane of Danny's existence and he will pay for what he's done (spread Christmas cheer).
And Danny's the newest member to the family. Damian's been encouraged to get to know his new brother and try and bond with him a bit, make him feel like part of the family. So, obviously, the best way to do that is to help Danny in his quest for vengeance.
And of course Tim & Jason end of getting roped in on this. Damian's grown since he's first came to live with his father. He still is a little brat to his older brothers - he's the baby of the family it's his right - but he doesn't actively hate them anymore and can admit when their particular skills would be useful. Tim is the best at strategizing, and Jason is a combat master with access to all sorts of weapons. With all of them working together Santa has no chance, they will destroy him.
Which all just makes me think of something like this happening lol:
“What…uh, what are they doing?” Duke glanced between the chaos unfolding in the family room to where Dick was calmly seated in his favorite chair, sipping idly at a cup of coffee.
“Sibling bonding.” Dick said. There was that specific aura of calm around him that said that he’d already gone through several crisis and all the stages of grief at least twice. Considering the calamity and chaos the eldest batkid had seen over the years - and especially the last few months since Bruce officially adopted Danny and brought him into the fold - it was a bad sign that he’d reached this particular state of Done (TM) before noon. The earliest Dick even woke up was two in the afternoon.
Duke contemplated turning around right then and there - the particular combination of people all excitedly feeding off each other’s feral energy on the other side of the room was a catastrophe in the making he didn’t want to be anywhere near when it finally breached containment and spilled out into the wider world - but unfortunately he was cursed with the curiosity that afflicted all members of the bat clan.
“It looks like they’re plotting to try and kill Santa Claus.”
Dick turned to look at Duke fully for the first time since he’d entered the room. He had the eyes of one that was deeply haunted by the horrors they had witnessed. On the other side of the room Tim was ranting about anti-magic tech while Danny, Damian and Jason argued over what weapons would be most effective against a demi god. There were schematics of what looked worryingly like a rocket launcher looking device that - if the scribbles on the whiteboard someone had drug into the room where to be believed - was going to be rigged to shoot ecto-grenades.
“Danny hates Christmas.” Dick said, and Duke noticed for the first time that his hands around the coffee cup were faintly trembling. “He’s declared Santa is his arch nemesis.”
Duke blinked, glancing over to the others long enough to see Danny start frantically scribbling the words Christmas Nuke on the whiteboard. No one else was trying to erase it. Tim looked worriedly contemplative. Damian and Jason where both nodding in agreement.
He was going to regret this. “But Santa isn’t real?”
Dick’s eyes gained a faintly manic glean, and Duke could faintly hear the sound of porcelain creaking warningly beneath the desperate hold he had on his coffee cup. “That’s what I thought!” Dick said, with enough cheer to make Duke flinch back instinctively. “But apparently he is.” A distinct crack appeared in the cup, coffee dripping down into Dick’s lap. “And apparently they’re going to war with him!”
Well, Duke considered, at least that explained why he caught the four of them burning down the giant Christmas tree in the city center last night.
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aspenispoplar · 2 months
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Ok so here's my thoughts on dungeon meshi as a D&D party finally.
Okay so Laios and Falin's players (P!Laios & P!Falin) are actually brother and sister in real life. P!Laios got his sister to join him in the D&D game he was in. She was pretty shy and so wanted to make a healer character.
So their party plays the campaign for a while. Maybe a couple years or so. Mostly it doesn't have all that intense of a plot, but everyone's enjoying it.
Then in the dragon fight, Falin's player asks the DM if she can save Laios from the dragon's critical hit bite. The DM says sure but she only rolls like a 13, so the DM lets her save him by sacrificing her character, and she agrees.
Everyone's quite shaken up about it all, and to up the stakes the DM has the couple DMPCs/hirelings they had leave the party.
And now we get to the main focus of this headcanon. After P!Falin died, she wanted to make a new character, with a really different vibe from her old one, especially since she had gotten a lot more comfortable playing D&D now. In real life, she and P!Laios enjoy cooking together a lot, so she talked to the DM and P!Laios about it, and out came Senshi- P!Falin's new character!
P!Laios decides to try to help support P!Senshi's desire to focus more on cooking by taking out a book on monster cooking which he put in his inventory as a bit during character creation.
Basically it went like this
DM, (thinking to DMself: they're pretty overleveled now for the earlier layers of the dungeon, I should try and make it harder on them): so, you're running low on money. Even without the hirelings to pay, you need to sacrifice some of your expenses or sell some of your equipment to afford everything you lost.
P!Laios: Hey DM, how much do our rations cost? Because remember that meme book that I gave myself during character creation on cooking monsters?
DM: *very large sigh*
P!Senshi: *barely-restrained giddiness*
That's the main headcanon, but I also have other minor little headcanons about the other two player's characters.
Chilchuck's player has had some antagonistic DMs who loved torturing their players with traps in the past, so when they were told by the DM that the campaign was going to be "a pretty realistic dungeon crawl", P!Chilchuck decided to make the most roguey rogue of all rogues to ever rogue. They maxed out the trap-finding score to the point where the DM had to actually start including more traps for Chilchuck to feel a bit more useful, since the DM never actually planned on using very many traps in the campaign.
Marcille's player is a huge anime fan, and has made on-and-off jokes this whole time about the dungeon being some sort of bad isekai plot.
DM: Marcille, you feel a wet splash on the top of your head, only seconds before a slime drops on top of you.
P!Marcille: Oh? It's on my head? Is it suffocating me? Choking me perhaps...? Restraining me?
DM: Fuck you. Also you take 2 acid damage.
*everyone laughs at the DM's pain*
DM: There is a large plant monster in front of all of you
P!Marcille: Oh? Does it have vines? Like, tentacle-ish vines?
DM: You know what? It does now. It's rolls a 17 on grappling you. Have a good time with that.
P!Marcille: *waggles eyebrows* okay then
DM: I am going to hit you with my car covered in hammers rigged to explode multiple times and hammers go flying everywhere
While all of this is going on the DM is actually secretly very pleased to make a bunch of worldbuilding around the dungeon ecosystem and monsters and everything.
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uniebog · 4 months
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Just remembered my ms paint Iorveth
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acourtofquestions · 22 days
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Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?
Is the MOST Celaena Sardothien song I have EVER heard!
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bumpereatspants · 10 months
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there would be so many video essays about neil josten and his involvement in conspiracy theories btw
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maidot · 5 months
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ppl in FB asking more ships v:
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alonejup-iter · 8 days
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Some old-ish iorveth and roche art I never posted =]
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pearlie1995 · 1 year
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Honestly half of alchemy of soul's problems would be solved if people on the same side just stopped keeping secrets from each other
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Thinking about this promo from pre-season one′s release and what it says about Callum’s arc. “His bravery will be tested”—what an interesting way for the writers to introduce us to his character.
His courage, or his ability to do dangerous and frightening things for the people he loves, is definitely such an interesting aspect of his personality.
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videogamelover99 · 2 years
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I'm sorry but 2383 lines of code is like nothing you're telling me those fuckers wrote a whole-ass human that way? Please.
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badbcatha · 5 months
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Art by my request by Amriagael
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great-cats · 2 years
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Chile, anyway.
Personal favorite characters..many of which are awful, awful people
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selamat-linting · 10 months
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classpecting the iasip gang because i have nothing better to do with my life
-dennis : prince of heart (derse)
put up a facade of a calculating mastermind but is actually the dumbest man alive who cant express affection without two hundred layers of irony and violence.
-dee : page of light (prospit)
narrative's favorite butt monkey. oftentimes deemed as irrelevant and claws her way to relevance and luck no matter what and fails very very, often. actually the most reckless member of the gang.
-charlie : bard of time (derse)
the wildcard. musical genius. intelligence level correlate to what the episode needs. neglected and abused but refuse to accept it even happens to him by escaping into substance abuse and passivity. surrounded w/ filth, death and decay.
-mac : maid of hope (derse)
his faith in religion and hope that his parents care about him in some way allows him to survive to adulthood but it also sets him back as a person because he was blinded by his own convictions and internalized homophobia. he's also gullible.
-frank : thief of space (prospit)
the sleazy businessman who fund the gang's schemes. inadvertently stuns the twins capability for personal growth and chance to have a new beginning outside of their dysfunctional upbringing by being an absent parent but coming back to them when theyre adults. struggles with feelings of stagnation and unfulfillment. egg motifs.
#homestuck#iasip#whether they win or not depends on if canon ends with them growing or stuck in the same old patterns lol#i think its one of those session that lasts for years before actually culminating in something#like the dancestors session but worse#it would be funny to see though#they will all godtier but not because of plot reasons#mac does the classic mistake of fighting the denizens when the quest wasnt even done yet#dee tried to assasinate the white queen because she wants to have a kingdom of her own#dennis sees this and decides he's going to solo the black king and rule derse. the better kingdom in his opinion#mac also wants to fight the black king. at first they team up but they end up mauling each other in the final fight#meanwhile and charlie and frank in the background is inventing sopor#they both end up as convicts in both derse and prospit and frank's quest planet because he scams and shoots everyone#the duo eventually holed up in charlie's quest planet. a decaying mess caused by charlie smashing all of his consorts#since they look like rats#there will be a subplot where dee dies but nobody wants to revive her so her corpse gets passed around like a hot potato#dennis ends up reviving her ofc. but without a lot of misunderstandings and hilarity since reviving your teammates in sburb requires kissing#he didnt kiss her ofc thats gross. they just eventually found her quest bed and puts her there. when she awakes and undergone her#awesone godtier transformation everyone had left#and before the game even begun the gang refuses to let frank in their game session and let him die in a meteor#even if frank actually knows some sburb lore since he's also counts as the trash twins guardians#ofc this ends up as a doomed timeline. so charlie had to go back and include him in#and while he's at it he prototypes himself and becomes charliesprite#charliesprite is even more incoherent than denimchickensprite#this au is driving me insane
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a-m-pyra · 1 year
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I'm not cheating. I'm giving people whatever they want, nothing more. That they oft desire unworthy things, that is entirely the fault of their rotten natures.
Meet my new child — Léthé Toussaint. 10⁻⁴³ of second older than entire universe and that's why even older than time. My new Fantasy!AU Assassin's Creed Unity OC.
I've always wanted to have an OC who's playing with people, making deals with them who's everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Making pacts like the devil and being spiteful like the jinn.
Franciade makes it far more interesting — closed community, village, this whole vibe in a game make me hear children singing, creepy wind moan, crows or ravens flying over Saint-Denis...
Yeah, I'm a wh*re for this kind of vibe.
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spidey29phangirl · 11 months
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A League of Assassins Summon
<< Part 1. >>
Danny knows he is High Prince of Ghosts. It is a title, one he has yet to acknowledge because he is not accepting this role without earning his high school diploma first.
He thinks it’s only fair. He won’t put everything aside just because the Infinite Realms itself had chosen its h̴̡̯̝͎̥̳̾́̋̽͗̚͜ȩ̵͔̯̪̭̜̖̰̊́̄î̵̡̙͆̓͝r̶̢̬̬̼̺͈̖͇͉̐— whatever that’s supposed to mean.
That over the course of months, has turned on him— because who would guessed acting as a royal figure while not exerting power has loose ends. summonings mainly, whole runes in the ground and deals and vessels shtick. 0/10, not fun to find out about. Now, he’s been on quite few to be caught off guard on what he expects from one, so the darkened room with scented candles and ninjas he can slide, however the green boiling ectoplasm and spilled puddle of dirty red outlining it are of definite concern. …not his though, Danny’s pointedly ignoring his mentor telling him to start involving himself in matters that have otherworldly provenance, the half-ghost’s sure this was not what he meant.
He’s both invisible and intangible as he hovers over the circle with wariness close to his chest, the ninjas below have not given a prod to his presence and actually, what the fuck. he knows the tells firsthand on the press and c-grade feeling a summoning evokes on the room and this is not good. for this people to go with it or for the very stench of death to go unnoticed meant the ambient energy of the place must be permeated heavily. Danny could… sense it if he concentrated, an air so stale that clinged on like a mantle meant to choke the life out him and cradle him to a lull to forget his day problems.
err. that was striking, but Danny really couldn’t tell the difference of what the ectoplasm here wanted, his core hummed with the major feels and sensations it was getting
( return ṗ̷͎̮̤l̴̳̟̄̉̕e̴̛͚͉̘̹a̶͔̓́̅̀ͅs̴̢̄͗͘e̴̻͚͂̎̀ i wanna go back, kill, help i don’t ḍ̷̟̈́ē̷͓̭͙s̸͚̔e̸̯͒͒͐̔r̷̼͝v̸̧̹̯͆͗e̸̱̫̐̀̓͘ this, kill, kill, heal the u̸̥͉̦̤̓̈́̈́ń̴̹̜̙̏͗̚w̸̮̙̭̖̃̓͠ỉ̴̝̊l̶͚̲̺̀͊͜l̷͓̖̓̂î̵̬̪̳͈n̷̪̰̹̆͠g̸̣̪͍͗, please let me s̷̬̟͑̐ẗ̵͍̘́̉̽͝ȧ̷̧̙̲ỷ̷̢͖͇̲, go back, kill, no, go back, protect it return— no, kill kill k̵̟̺̫͔̎͗̇i̸̲͗͒̐l̸̢̖͚̆̕ͅl̵̲̠̒̃ kill )
it was bloodlust and troubling insistance and a yearning so heartbreaking that tugged at him, in an almost synch with the chanting that still kept going. It all felt like scratching a vinyl disc, hearing it was getting uncomfortable real fast. He exhaled through his nose and pulled onto his core’s cold center, trying for calm and peaceful until whatever it was dulled enough for the sensations to not feel like phantom ants crawling up his arms. Danny breathed out in relief, however it seemed as if the very room had held up its breath with him — as the half dead entity blew air out, all the candles lit up in green snuffled out.
Then a thing happened. Plunging the room in sudden darkness made a pair of green glowing eyes so painstakingly similar to his impossible not to notice. The other froze like a deer caught in headlights and oh. w̵̝͎̣̭̩̋r̵̩̣̝̀͋̓̔̕ỏ̵̡̮̲͇̲͂̉ṇ̸̗̦̖̜̓̀́͒̚ḡ̸͓͍͠ ?
His core writhed with empathy, why really, the teen didn’t actually know. Danny was truly more confused than anything, entirely at lost of what the other was. dead and alive and yet not a ghost, he was like and unlike him and also not really a halfa in the ways the fruitloop, his sis - slash - cousin and him were. everything was just all over the place with the other what with his core and negative emotional regulator and summon (up in his to-do list find out if he’s the head behind this to punch him real hard. Danny was in the middle of something —)
A sigh escapes him, guess he can always ask
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Yeahhh, we know how that usually ends. poor danny, his resignation is all over that sigh. That boy may be High Prince of The Undead, but he’s like sixteen, he has no idea what’s going on. that and literally not wanting to, doesn’t stop Danny from making all this his problem now.
next, will be Jason’s pov. hopefully. send help i’ve never actually written him ahh
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