Before you ask, no I don’t play cod. And no, I don’t plan on playing cod. Did I still watch the campaigns in their entirety just for this man? Yes. Yes of course I did.
The ritual was well underway, and Bruce could see Dick choking on a strange liquid the cultists were forcing down his throat. It was the same liquid that filled the small pool he was restrained in.
It was Lazarus Waters.
As if that wasn't enough, drawn in blood on the ground was a strange sigil, presumably for invoking something or someone.
And Bruce knew he was out of time; if he wanted Dick to survive, he couldn't wait for a JLD member.
He had to move.
He broke the skylight and crashed into the middle of the enemy, trusting his team to follow. The fighting was mostly a blur, with Bruce's sole focus on getting to a now-limp Nightwing.
And then the sigil lit up.
From the Lazarus water Dick was resting in, a figure started to emerge.
It appeared to be a man around the same age as Bruce, a little taller than him, with snow white hair and glowing green eyes. He was haloed with an ethereal light as he picked up Dick's unconscious body like it was nothing.
Bruce did not think.
Only vaguely aware of the cries of despair behind him, Bruce launched himself at the strange being and decked it in the face.
The being reeled back, and Bruce used its distraction to rip Dick out of its arms.
Bruce darted back enough to hand Dick off to a swearing Jason, and readied himself to go after the being again.
But the being just stood there, hand to its face as it stared at him in...awe?
"You're a human," it-he-said, appearing amazed, "And you actually managed to hurt me."
Bruce bared his teeth in a facsimile of a smile.
"I can make it hurt a lot worse, too-"
"Marry me."
...
"...What?"
"Wait, did I say that outloud?"
"I can't...I don't even know who you are. So. Marriage is not. Uh." Bruce fumbled, unsure of how to handle this turn of events.
"My moniker is Phantom, my name is Danny, and I'm going to disappear now and act like I don't exist."
There was an overwhelming pressure, his ears popped, and Bruce's opponent was...gone.
"Tt. He is clearly not good enough for you."
"Cute."
"Black Bat, no; watching out father figure flirt is not cute. B, if you're done swooning, we need to finish mopping up the cultists."
doctor/master, if you vibe with it? maybe tensimm? tenmissy, even?? lovely art btw+!!<3
OH I VIBE ALRIGHT!!!!
i have so many thoughts about them and also i just enjoy seeing Tens puppy eyes when hes around the Master. Might draw tenmissy some time in the future bc i honestly really dig it and I love seeing ten being a boyloser. which he is. and i really like missy. maybe will draw thrissy because idk. doomed yuri or sum.
also i have this cringe ass colored sketch I wasnt sure if i should post but like whatever. i was feeling silly
Good Omens Season 2 Trailer: 14 seconds that have taken over my life.
Gabriel: "You know what's it like when you don't know anything at all and yet youre totally certain that everything would be better if you were just near one particular person?"
Aziraphale:
That whistful far off look? That smile before it's quickly shaken off?
He knows EXACTLY who that one particular person is (we all do!). And then of course we get Aziraphale's classic denial and fretting. Will he sit in denial forever? Will whistful glances evolve to romantic handholding?
One thing is clear: That is the look of someone utterly besotted. And honestly, that's enough for me.
And I have gone off the deep end over it 14 seconds of media.
July 28th!
"The anticipation is killing me. I hope it lasts."