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namespara · 4 months

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If Cazador ever commented on Astarions companions (instead of just ignoring them which ultimately leads to his downfall) he'd be pretty flabbergasted to see the durge he definitly has heard of innit

#also it'd be hella funny #imagine losing ur sacrificial lamb/rebellious son and he comes back with a paramour that has murder in his job description #get fd old man #cazador szarr #my art #durge #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #dark urge #astarion #riz'zodan #durgestarion

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thebibliosphere · 8 hours

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Sometimes I boot Gotham Knights just to enjoy the background ambience of Gotham at night while I'm doing other stuff. It's nice hearing the occasional quip from an NPC as something happens down on the streets below, paired with the gentle drumming of the incessant rain. If you scale up high enough, all you'll hear is the rain and the gentle thrum of the city. It's quite meditative in a way.

Sometimes, I leave it running and forget it's the game and not a similar ambient sound on YouTube. I don't even think to check sometimes. I just leave my word processor in fullscreen mode and go about my tasks like a Roomba bumping into things and wandering off to do others.

All of this is to say I just about pissed myself when, after forty minutes of uninterrupted writing and listening to what I thought was YouTube, I went down into the dimly lit basement to do laundry with my noise-canceling headset on, only to get halfway through loading the washer when I heard the dulcet, expressive tones of Jason Todd sighing directly into my ear like gravel sliding over sheet metal.

When I tell you, the scream I screamt. Hgjkgolwmeoihgksdjvmn

Like I'm so sorry, Mister Todd. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to leave you up there in the rain, but also CAN YOU NOT?!

#gotham knights #almost murdered in the basement by my favorite zombie son #Richard never gives me any problems #he just sits in the rain like a wet cat waiting for me to return

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jay-wasstuff · 6 months

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#thats his employee. it was never going to work out. :((#LMFAOOO PLEASSEEE!!! i hope he joking because there is no way THAT is where the line is drawn with casual murder #and that dead wife ghost roomate adopted son storyline or whatever it was 😭😭 im still confused on that one ngll #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #nandermo #nandor #guillermo #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless

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puppetmaster13u · 3 months

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Prompt 219

Ellie would like it to be known that she didn’t do this on purpose. But what was she supposed to do when she found another clone? Not grab him before he could be brainwashed for evil? He’s a baby! Okay not literally, but as the older clone, she declares him baby!

Hey Danny, do you want a son? She found him in a whale! Yeah? Sweet, new tiny stabby brother!

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Danny finds Damian’s clone Heretic #Heretic is twice as stabby as Damian #Danny names him Hektor and finds his stabbing adorable #Jordan finds him HILARIOUS #Talia is panicking slightly because Where Is Her Perfect Clone Son #It would be utterly hilarious if Danny looks like a younger Bruce or Dick #To the bats it looks like a family of clones lmao #Danny is just tryin to finish med school without his kids murdering someone #Hilariously they’re not even in Gotham during all this #Danny IS an adult in this lol

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no-regr33ts · 7 months

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@yamujiburo

MrMime: she shouldn't be surprised, team rocket was known for crimes of all times. Pikachu: such as? MrMime: well there's the illegal slowpoke snacks, illegal digging with pokemons, selling tropius bananas instead of bananas..

Drawing commissions are open in my account, send DM for details.

#pokemon #team rocket jessie #jessie #delia ketchum #pocket monsters #poor woman #she married with her son's murderer..but i dont blame her #love makes one blind..

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deadsetobsessions · 29 days

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Some night, he flew above the twinkling lights of Blüdhaven’s buildings, wind rushing through his hair and the feeling of weightlessness pushing at the curve of his back.

There were a multitude of things that Dick Grayson appreciated, loved, Bruce for. One of those things would always be that his adopted dad allowed him to fly once more, even after his parents’ wings were cut.

In the air, he was home.

In the air, Dick Grayson felt like he was living up to, flying alongside, the Flying Graysons. Every flip, every trick he used to go faster, to fight better, felt like his parents were there guiding his every move.

Time healed his hurt, but still, the hole in his heart remained.

So when one of his best friends, a ghost vigilante by the name Phantom, asked him if he wanted to see his parents, he froze like a deer in bright white headlights.

“What…?”

Phantom did a flip in midair. “Wanna see your parents? They’ve been asking if they could talk to you.”

“My parents… are ghosts?” That was the least pressing question he had right now, but it was all his mouth could speak.

“Kind of. It’s complicated,” Phantom side-eyed him. “It would require going into the zone.”

And just like that, Dick understood. After the Amity Park came onto the map and the Justice League fixed the human and alien and meta rights violations that were happening right under their nose, Phantom had permanently closed all access to the Zone. Save, of course, for himself and a few magic users, who all refused to anger the King of the Dead.

“The only way you’re getting to my people now, is through me. Should anyone try to get into the zone, without my permission… I will make sure that you and your family’s afterlives will pay the appropriate price.”

No-one wanted to test his threat. The afterlife is something few fucked with and came back whole.

The Phantom they’d seen on the news then was incredibly different than the one in front of him now. Dick knows, understands now, that it was because Phantom trusted him. After years of being denied help, years of struggling all by himself to keep reality from collapsing while avoiding getting experimented on by humans understandably closed his heart.

“You’d take me into the Zone?” Dick didn’t know what he was feeling. Hope, fear, trust, touched, happiness, something.

A lot of things.

Danny shrugged. “Yeah. I trust you,” he said as he glanced back at Dick-at Nightwing. “Only you, though. No one else.”

The question that remained was whether Dick trusted Phantom too. And considering the fact that the ghost king ironically saved his ass from being killed a couple of times meant, “Yeah. I- I’d love to.”

Danny smiled, all pointed teeth and solemn trust. “Okay. Let’s go.”

“Now?!” Dick stood up anyways, his heart in his throat. Danny held out a gloved hand.

“Yeah, now. Haven’t you heard that death waits for no one?” At Dick’s concerned look, Danny added, “Don’t worry. You won’t actually die. You’ll come back whole and alive, I promise.”

“Oh, okay. Let’s go, then!”

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Clark Kent threw himself out of the window, Superman suit already on.

Seonds later, he was hovering in front of Bruce’s shadowy form on top of a gargoyle.

“Clark,” Batman greeted in his gravelly voice, irritated. “What.”

“Batman, Nightwing’s heartbeat- it disappeared!”

Bruce’s heartbeat stuttered.

#dcxdp #danny phantom #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #Clark Kent #Superman #Danny: I trust this guy #dick who has actual social skills: oh shit he trusts me #I just think dick would miss his parents #and that they’d stay ghosts bc they died and then their son went I’m gonna murder the guy #but then he went into vigilantism #if I had a kid who did that I’d be so stressed I’d haunt their asses myself

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mountainshroom · 7 months

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