I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say
YEAH lmao! I really went for a arctic theming. Also who would want to admit they died in a Hazmat suit when you have *This*
Atlanteans keep summoning Phantom.
They don't mean to, but now he has a very different look.
Apparently the summoning ritual for the High Prince of the Infinite Realms was leaked (he's pretty sure it was Johnny and Kitty), and teenage Atlanteans are like any other teenager; absolutely willing to peer pressure their friends into doing stupid creepy shit.
He keeps appearing underwater, and it's super uncomfortable to take that moment to remind himself to stop breathing so he doesn't accidentally inhale a lungful of water.
Easy solution; he's already got two forms, and one of them is pretty malleable. As a ghost, it's not like he needs to use his legs anyways.
So he changes it.
It's got glittering white scales, glowing green freckles, claws, and a betta-fish-like tail with glowing neon ridges. He calls it his mer-sona, and makes sure to call it that before Tucker can beat him to it.
Now whenever he gets summoned, he just sticks to that form.
Atlanteans keep summoning Phantom.
They don't mean to, but now he has a very different look.
Apparently the summoning ritual for the High Prince of the Infinite Realms was leaked (he's pretty sure it was Johnny and Kitty), and teenage Atlanteans are like any other teenager; absolutely willing to peer pressure their friends into doing stupid creepy shit.
He keeps appearing underwater, and it's super uncomfortable to take that moment to remind himself to stop breathing so he doesn't accidentally inhale a lungful of water.
Easy solution; he's already got two forms, and one of them is pretty malleable. As a ghost, it's not like he needs to use his legs anyways.
So he changes it.
It's got glittering white scales, glowing green freckles, claws, and a betta-fish-like tail with glowing neon ridges. He calls it his mer-sona, and makes sure to call it that before Tucker can beat him to it.
Now whenever he gets summoned, he just sticks to that form.
Carefully, Clark lifted the slab of stone hovering over Danny like a pendulum, gently setting it aside. Danny gave him a perturbed look for taking away his cover, but all that went away as Clark scooted closer and pulled Danny in for a hug. Just like that, Danny melted into his side, clutching onto him. Clark was practically a heater compared to Danny’s perpetually freezing body, and Danny seemed to soak up whatever heat he could get.
“We can figure it out,” Clark murmured into Danny’s forehead. “You’re not alone, you know that? You’ll never have to be alone if you don’t want to be. I promise.”
It wasn’t immediate, but the longer he held onto Danny, the more those icy walls around the boy’s heart began to thaw. And when the tears fell, ice melted from the warmth of Clark’s love, he was there to soak those up too.
Danny might be a hero, but he could use a hero too. Clark could be that hero for him, if Danny wanted him to be. He would do it all if it meant Danny stayed one more day.
One more day. Just one more day and they could all get through it together.
tim drake’s training to be robin was objectively hilarious so here’s that
bruce: hey i’m sending you to paris to train with some old guy and his grandson
tim: cool
~paris~
grandson: pick a weapon to learn to fight with
tim: slingshot
grandson: seriously?
tim: yea
~later~
grandson: hey wanna go out on what is definitely not a date cause it’s 1993?
tim: sure
he immediately ditches this guy and runs off with a girl that is secretly apart of a gang, gets jumped by said gang, follows gang to a warehouse, and saves the life of an ex-fbi agent. lady shiva is also there and immediately clocks him as future fighting opponent material
~later~
ex-fbi agent: holy shit, that’s lady shiva
tim: neat
~later~
old training guy, fuckin dead
tim: guess i’ll just train with lady shiva /:
~later~
shiva: that slingshot is stupid, here’s a bo staff
tim: cool *slices it with a knife *
shiva: whatever floats your boat you funky little white boy
tim beats lady shiva in a fight
shiva, excitedly: one day you and i will fight to the death
~later~
shiva: hey this is the guy running that gang you were fighting earlier
tim: awesome
shiva: he killed the fbi guy from earlier
tim: aw ):
shiva: kill him
tim: what
~later~
batman, knows tim was hanging out with lady shiva: hey what’s up
tim, who just watched lady shiva “kill” a guy: oh nothing much, you?
imagine being a villain magic user and you find the last remaining member of the All Caste, the guy who's borderline immortal and carries centuries of tradition and magical practices with him, you think this is your chance, you'll fight him fair and square, depending on the outcome you'll be able to beg him to teach you the ways of All or fight till death
you approach him, ready to fight, you expect a spells, you expect flamming swords, but what he does instead is break off a steal pipe, barehanded, and beat you with it