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therabbitthatpostthings · 2 years

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If you think about it, Suma built herself a harem.

#tengen uzui #suma uzui #hinatsuru uzui #makio uzui #my girl was gonna live out her bisexual dreams dammit #shitpost #shitposting #kny demon slayer #Suma really saw Maki and Hina and thought #ah yes it’s all coming together #mad respect #she a plan and she just needed a platform #platform = Tengen #now she’s living lavish I love it #girlbossing her way through it all #despite its modern day connotations harem literally is what you would consider the Uzui wives #and good for Suma now she gets all the love and affection to herself #she’s winning

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krembruleed · 6 months

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beach episode?

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #astarion #karlach #shadowheart #lae'zel #wyll ravengard #lae'zel wanted shadowheart on her team but instead she is stuck with this 8 str loser. how is she supposed to win in these conditions #white girl sunbathing has been living in my head rent free for YEARS #krem scribbles

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kaiiyoshii · 8 days

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i thought this would fit them

#katara just got here #she will join soon enough #atla #atla fanart #avatar the last airbender #aang #sokka #zuko #toph #also fun fact this is the second atla fanart i ever made #the first was toph as the ‘nah id win’ panel #kaiiyoshiiart

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littlemushroomboi · 10 months

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post canon board games

#does nimona win every game? yes #does she cheat every time? also yes #ambrosius deserves some long hair #as a treat #nimona #nimona movie #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin

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mydandydoodles · 4 months

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#I went back and added to the cow :D #she’s winning #art #my art #cows #animals

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chloesimaginationthings · 4 months

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Mike is gonna dread the next FNAF movie,,

#myart #chloesimagination #comic #mike schmidt #abby schmidt #freddy fazbear #fnaf chica #fnaf bonnie #fnaf foxy #torture bear #balloon boy #fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #Abby is gonna get her wish dude #she’s gonna win and they will be going back #poor Mike though dude is traumatized #the look he gives in the movie is so funny 💀 bro was flabbergasted

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i-hate-charger-mains · 8 months

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Callie and her socially inept cousin <3

#splatoon 3 #splatoon #callie #marie #squid sisters #marie would definitely say a slur on live tv she just gives off such vibes #girlie is winning the idgaf wars

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dapper-lil-arts · 27 days

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which is the best??

#WHICH IS THE SUPERIOR #poll stuff #starlight glimmer #sunset shimmer #trixie lulamoon #mlp #gen 4 #equestria girls #mlp gen 4 #pony posting #my little pony #friendship is magic #im very interested on the answer #my guess?#trixie would win popular #also trixie can't spell #much like she cant cast spells

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crystalliumdaisy · 25 days

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a real winner?

#traffic series #traffic life #trafficsmp #trafficblr #traffic smp #real life #realife spoilers #zombie cleo fanart #zombie cleo #guys is she a real a winner #i think she at least deserves a proper portrait #or maybe it’s just an excuse for me to draw her #anyway love real life and just know it’s a sign that cleo will win the next life series #daisy art

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deadsetobsessions · 4 months

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He could overlook a lot of things, but this was getting ridiculous. You’d think seasoned vigilantes would have better excuses prepared, but Danny had caught that flash of panic that crossed Tim’s face as Danny came face to face with Tim dragging an unconscious Steph to her designated room in the manor.

“Uh.”

“Danny! Uh, Stephanie brained herself- uh, sliding down the bannisters and- pleasedon’ttellBruce.”

Danny blinks, staring at Tim and then very pointedly, very slowly, turned his head back towards the direction he came from: the main hall… where the bannisters were. He wonders what vigilante hijinks they were trying to hide from B this time.

Tim coughs, trying to inch Stephanie away. “Uh. She was doing… cartwheels?”

Danny let his eyes slowly take in the bruises that were clearly not from “cartwheeling in the mansion” on the both of them. There’s a huge bandaged cut on Steph’s forearm and a giant bruise on the edge of Tim’s jaw. Tim’s face twitches nervously, not that anyone else would have noticed- except Danny has enhanced ghost senses and could feel the panic coming off of his adopted brother.

“You know…” Shit, what does he do? Not knowing would be so much easier if these idiots gave him good excuses! “I don’t think I want to know what you two have been up to… but should I be worried for your, uh, physical health?”

“Nope!”

“… Okay.” He says. Tim opens his mouth to make further excuses but Danny adds quickly, “But don’t tell me, because if Bruce asks, I want plausible deniability.”

Cartwheels, Danny’s ghostly ass. Luckily, this show of doubt reaffirms Tim’s belief that Danny believes them all of the other times. Danny grins inwardly, planning capitalizing on the guilt that flashed over Tim’s face.

“Deal.”

“Want help?” The halfa points at Steph, who’s still being dragged over the carpet by a noodle armed Tim. Danny knows Tim’s strong, he’s a vigilante, but it’s funny watching him pretend to struggle.

“Please. I’m so tired right now.” He looks it too. Danny’s brows furrow with genuine concern when he takes in Tim’s drowned raccoon look. He picks up Steph, firmly removing her from Tim’s suddenly weak grip. Being careful to avoid her injuries, Danny nods at the door to her room. Tim cracks it open and does a little showy gesture towards the inside.

“C’mon, we’ll tuck her in and then I’ll tuck you in.”

“What, you don’t have to do that.”

“If you don’t let me tuck you in and make sure you sleep, I’ll tell Alfred who really accidentally poured boiling hot coffee on his azaleas last week. And I’ll sic Dick on you and tell him you haven’t been sleeping enough.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Tim grumbles. “But fine. It’s really not my fault I’m this tired. A missing spleen is hard to handle, you know.”

“Yeah, missing an organ sucks,” Danny says, shit eating grin hidden long enough to catch the contemplative bloodhound look that passes over Tim’s face.

“Which- uh, which one of your organs is missing?”

“Liver.” Danny says, remembering the flashes of pain. He tilts his head away to hide the grin at Tim’s panicked face.

When he tucks Tim in, he pretends to believe Tim’s sleeping act and left his room while mumbling about the Wayne’s clumsiness and bruises and stocking up on bruise cream. He couldn’t even enjoy Tim’s floundering, this time, worried as he is.

——

“Brother.” Danny half turns his head, just to beam a sunny smile at Cass. He signs an exuberant hello. The halfa hangs up his coat as he addresses his adopted sister.

“Cass! What’s up?”

“Dinner.” She smiles back, signing that Alfred wanted them to the dinning room post haste. The main dining room, because rich people were fruit loops and Batman is totally included. Cassandra looks down and gasps.

What…?

Oh. Fuck. Danny glances down. He genuinely forgot about that.

“Huh.”

“Okay?” Suddenly, Cass is right next to him, hand reached out and hovering over the actual knife Danny forgot was sticking out of him. At least it’s where his liver should be, so he won’t have to pretend.

“Oh. Yeah, I’m good. Don’t have a liver.” Danny decides on the spot that he’s not gonna mess with Cass. She smiled the same as him. “Got mugged on the way back but I think they said I could keep the knife, right?”

“Danny.” She’s frowning at him. He feels like he just kicked tiny Cujo. But he doesn’t feel bad enough to blurt everything out.

“Here. You can have it if you want?” Danny casually pulls out the knife and holds the wound together with his bare hands. Cass looks more alarmed. She bodily picks up Danny and starts running.

“Woah!”

Cass throws him at Alfred, gently.

“Miss Cassandra! Why, I never-!” Alfred pauses in surprise.

“Uh. Wow, Cass. You’re really strong.” Danny pipes up, hand still over his gushing wound.

She ignores him, pointing at Danny and telling Alfred, “Hurt. Got mugged. Dumb.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault Gothamites are ready to jump people at any moment. Besides, it’s daytime. It’s not like the vigilante furries are out to save my butt. I think I did really well coming back safe, you know?”

“Hurt. Forgot the knife. Was in him.”

“Master Danny!”

Danny pouts. He also knows there’s a discreet camera in the corners of the sitting room, so he’s definitely hoping he could phase into the cave when Barbara eventually tells the group that he called them “vigilante furries.”

Alfred clucks his tongue and set to work patching him up. Danny tries not to bask in the careful way Alfred tended to his wounds. It reminds him too much of Jazz, if Jazz was British and a man with greying hair.

But because they were watching him and he was watching them in return, Danny noticed the moment Alfred’s hands stalled and Cass’ gaze got intense. What now…?

Oh, fuck, his vivisection scar. Oops. Danny smiled, channeling Dani (his lovely clone sister) at her most innocent.

Cass smiled back, just as sunnily, fists tightening at her side in repressed fury.

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“Cass? Why’d you call us?”

“Yeah, baby bat. I got a couple o’ smugglers to talk to.”

Cass paces.

“What is it, Cassandra?” Damian tuts impatiently.

“Danny. Has… scars. Autopsy. But was struggling. When cut.”

“What.”

“A vivisection, Master Jason.” Alfred’s voice was crisp and eerily cold. His hands are folded, rage only held back by his sheer will and a well practiced sense of propriety.

“We find. Who hurt him,” Cass snarls. “We. End.”

Jason’s eyes glint green, hands going to his guns. “Fine. By. Me.”

“It does tie in with the dead comment. I wonder what happened to him.” Tim clacks away at the bat computer, furiously looking into the matter already. Bruce has taken to prowling, stressed out at the prospect of one more of his children- not a vigilante at that- getting hurt the way Jason had. Worse, even. A vivisection. He was alive, dissected. Aware enough to struggle. Dick looked like he was torn about hunting down and lunging at whoever hurt Danny to rip their throats out with his bare teeth versus the urge to go back up to the manor and wrap Danny in bubble wrap.

In the corner, Danny was having a quiet breakdown because he came here to watch them react to vigilante furries, not offering to murder the people who vivisected him. What the fuck?? He ran his hands through his hair, invisible.

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“Oh, by the way, we should consider more daytime shifts.”

“Why?” Spoiler asks Barbara.

“Danny got mugged. And called us the nightly furries.”

“The fuckin’ what-?” Jason chokes out, laughing. Bruce stops his pacing, body language becoming slightly offended.

Danny muffles a laugh only Alfred would have heard.