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funniest character dynamic in the world to me is when you have one guy knows hes gay but doesnt realise hes in love with his best friend and another guy who knows hes in love with his best friend but does not know hes gay

#timkon #valgrace

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Serious question: Does the Joker mpreg mean he's an omega?

#this just reminds me of all those fics where Tim drinks the tap water #“what do you mean you all only have one gender - Tim Steph and Jason probably #also Duke #Bruce ‘half my children are living in the omegaverse’ Wayne #tim drake

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probably shitty worldbuilding idea: fantasy world that keeps going

#lyra and the endless city

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Merry Rome-mas!!!!

Buon compleanno mia cara città 💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️

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happy deathday to my baby boy😢sorry I'm late again.

#🥺😭 #jason todd

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A year's worth of progress! Instead of doing a straightforward redraw I decided to improve upon the original concept by drawing sequences instead of singular poses. I don't enjoy redrawing old work beat for beat, so this reflects my current skills more effectively and also does the concept better justice than what I was capable of last year!

The 2023 art

#he’s! a! phantom!

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DP x DC: Braindead/Dead Tired Sleeping Beauty AU

I'm back again with my disney/fairytales aus.

In this one, Drakes had found an artifact during one of their archeological digs, that accidentally summoned an angry Prince Aragon. The couple pleaded for their lives and Aragon demanded that they sacrifice the child Janet was unknowingly bearing at the moment to him once they were born.

Except when little Timmy came into the world, neither Janet nor Jack could bear the thought of killing their baby to an ancient spirit, even if he wasn't planned, to save their lives. So when Aragon came to collect his sacrifice, the newly Drake parents refused to give up their child and begged to take their lives instead. Amused, Aragon commended their willingness to protect their kid at any cost. So he let them keep their lives and the child. But he refused to let go of such a prize. So he put a curse on baby Tim: before the sun sets on his 18th birthday, he will prick his finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die.

Horrified, the Drakes sought aid from any magical user they could get in contact with. But none were able to lift such a powerful curse or even if it was possible. But one (either Dr. Fate or Zatara), was able not to lift it, but ease it so that, instead of dying, Tim would only fall asleep into a stasis-like state. But only the spirit more powerful than Aragon (perhaps only even the feared Ghost King) would be able to break the curse.

Eased that at least their baby wouldn't die, the Drakes nonetheless ventured out into the world to find a way to break the curse and save their beloved baby.

It's just that... they were so laser-focused on saving their son, that they forgot to spend proper quality time with said son. Which resulted in smart and feisty little Timmy going out at night to take pictures of Batman and Robin.

And to maybe find the boy he kept seeing in his dreams.

Years pass. Tim becomes Robin, the Drakes die unfortunately, Tim gets adopted by Bruce etc.

Then he meets one Danny Fenton... who just moved into Gotham with his family to run away from GiW. And he's the guy he saw in his dreams. And Danny recognizes Tim too.

They didn't hit it off too smoothly, especially once Phantom appeared on the picture. But with time they grew fonder of each other and closer. Secrets were revealed, trust was gained, families were united...

And then Tim's curse gets uncovered somehow during one of the cases which involved some of Drakes' recently uncovered secret documents. Naturally Tim had no idea of the curse or that his parents were constantly absent because they were looking for a way to save him. And he's upset. Even more so when Bruce forbids him for leaving the manor since his 18th birthday is so soon. They can't risk anything happening to him. Obviously Tim gets pissed. He runs away into his room... and then sneaks out of it. He refuses to be benched because of a curse.

But... during patrol - exactly on the night of his 18th birthday - something pulls him to an abandoned building in Historical Gotham. And he can't resist the pull, as if... possessed.

Finally Oracle catches sight of him - because he stopped being careful all of a sudden - and immediately sends an alarm to all of the Bats, who were scared across Gotham searching for their missing boy.

But they are too late. Nightwing bursts into an old decrepit attic right when Tim falls to the floor next to a spinning wheel, his finger pricked and bloodied.

They take him to the Watchtower. Zatanna and Constantine confirm that he's alive but in a state of stasis. On one hand he wouldn't need any life support, but on the other he wouldn't grow old and will remain the same 18-year old boy until the end of time until his curse is broken... by the High King of the Infinite Realms, also known as Phantom.

The Bats instantly perk up at that "Wait... That's Danny!"

They rush back to Gotham, already trying to contact Tim's boyfriend.

Except Aragon is already there. Enraged that his prize eluded him once again due to an altering of the curse, he proclaims: "If the Ghost King is the only one standing between me and my rightful prize, than I shall challenge him and become the Ghost King myself!" And in order to get King Phantom's attention quickly, he turns the entire Gotham into Dark Souls-esque medieval land with Wayne Manor now a castle with a high Tower where Tim the Sleeping Beauty will be waiting for his savior.

#tim drake #he’s! a! phantom!

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cashiers don’t actually care what you buy you could buy a fork a toaster and a bath plug and i wouldnt notice all i’m thinking abt is “in five min it will be one hour until two hours before i can go home”

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one day Tim gets shot in the shoulder. The bullet goes straight through so he doesn't bother anyone about it. He hates bothering people with his injuries when there's people more in need than him. He goes home and collapses in bed, he'll deal with it tomorrow.

When he wakes up though, he finds that someone has already come and fixed him up while he was asleep. The area surrounding the bullet wound has been completely numbed too. What the fuck?

There's a flattened bullet hanging from his neck, and Tim wonders if it's the same bullet that went through him. It must be right? Why else would whoever fixed him up give it to him?

The bullet hangs on a shiny gold chain, and Tim stares at it in the mirror. Rubbing his fingers over it and coming to the conclusion it must be real gold. He'll check, just to make sure.

He also needs to investigate who the fuck has gold and expensive pain relief to waste on him. Why they did it. And how the hell they knew Tim was not only injured, when he told absolutely no one, but also found the bullet used on him.

What the fuck.

But this keeps happening, and Tim continues to be confused. He gets injured badly and tells no one, and the next day he's patched up and gifted gold.

Thing is, he can't really tell anyone without admitting he's been hiding his injuries. He can't stand to see Dick's worried expression, or listen to Bruce's disappointed lecture. There's more important things to worry about in Gotham.

He breaks his hand on patrol and when he wakes up the next morning it's been bandaged and put in a splint. Fuck. That was his dominant hand too!

His other hand feels heavy and when he brings it up to examine it as well, his fingers are adorned in various rings of gold.

A deep cut into his flesh and he passes out on his own floor, only to wake up in bed with perfect stitches and a burning sensation coming from his ears. He looks in the mirror groggily too see he's been completely wiped down off the coagulated blood that was surely clinging to his skin before his mystery nurse came to visit.

Not only is he clean and completely patched up, but there's gold hanging from his ears. Both ears are double pierced with perfect hoops of gold threaded through all four new punctures, well- 2 new punctures and 2 re-punctured.

His ears burn. It stings. But the earnings look so pretty, he looks really nice with them.

He smiles.

Then, his mug breaks. His favorite mug. And it's the cherry on top of a horrible, exhausting week. He'd been so stressed and overwhelmed and all he wanted was something to drink! Why did everything have to go wrong? Why did Bruce have to yell at him for doing what he knew he needed to do!? It wasn't fair... and everything just came crashing down all at once.

Tim crumples to the floor and begins to sob uncontrollably, cradling the broken pieces of his mug in shaking hands.

He wakes up in his bed.

It's odd, because he doesn't remember taking himself to bed last night. He's pretty sure he cried himself to sleep on his less-than-clean kitchen floor.

But he's used to this by now. Passing out somewhere and ending up tucked into bed by some mysterious being that Tim still hasn't managed to figure out.

It's nice.

It's really nice actually. It's comforting to know something is caring for him and keeping him safe and he doesn't have to embarrass himself by asking for it.

Except... the space in the bed next to him is warm. That's-

That hasn't happened before....

When he pads into the kitchen it's been cleaned, top to bottom. And his mug is waiting for him on the counter.

Except it's not broken anymore.

There is his favorite mug, whole again and full of steaming tea. Tim scrunches his nose at that, he'd much prefer coffee. But the aroma is nice, soothing, and he carefully picks it up to run his fingers over the lines of gold that glue the shattered pieces together.

Kintsugi.

And then it hits him.

The hair on his neck stands up, a small shiver running through him.

Someone's been treating Tim as their personal art project. Someone's trying to mend him with gold, trying to piece all that's left of him back together like he's fractured pottery.

He doesn't know how he feels about that...

A conflicting mix of dread and warmth settling heavy in his gut, bordering on the edge of uncomfortable and pleasant fullness.

But it's not like he has the words to describe the odd sensation. ..But he likes it.

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#he’s! a! phantom!

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“Not Metropolis?”

“If I’m going to be dealing with superheroes, I don’t want to also deal with aliens.”

She was still keeping decent pace with him- perks of not actually being a person he guessed- but Gotham was getting on his nerves. Probably on purpose, the city didn’t want him here and She apparently was willing to annoy him to a second death over it.

“And New York?”

“Shit’s fucked.” Danny offered. “I don’t even want to know what’s going on there.”

“Gods. Above the Empire State Building.” She said, and he tripped on cracked sidewalk, barely slowing his run.

“See? You’re my best bet. I’m late for class and your school’s the opposite direction.”

“I don’t go to school.”

“Tell that to your ‘Gotham Academy for the wealthy or whatever the name is’ uniform and your schoolgirl ponytail.”

“I’m a representation of the people.” She shot him a look, eyes again glowing as the spirit tapped into the the energy around her. “Amity Park, go home.”

“Lady Gotham, respectfully. Nah.”

#fanfic #wip hell #danny fenton #danny phantom #city spirits #lady gotham #dc comics #dc x dp #dpxdc #*leans into mic* it’s a tale of two cities you see #city spirit!Danny Fenton

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Hi wanted to practice line less cause it was fun n I was thinking about your too much child support au n made these

im literally kissing you with tongue this is beautiful art

#leo valdez #heroes of olympus #hoo #hera pjo #oh no that’s too much child support au #Hera pulls a Demeter and immortalizes Leo the au

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“Cmon, I know you want to get out of your mentor’s shadow,” the ghost floated around him and Damian twisted to keep him in sights. “Make a name for yourself, ditch the traffic light color scheme. Get taken seriously, look out for the little guy.”

“You came out of an interdimensional portal and introduced yourself as a Crown Prince to a parallel realm. None of that screams looking out for the little guy.” He pointed out and Phantom pouted, looking oddly young.

“You’re right. Robin, join my emo band.”

“Who’s on it?”

“Um….. my ex girlfriend with a hoverboard and gun, a clone maybe, and hopefully you! And anyone else you put up for consideration. Also my sister.”

“You have a sister?” Did that interfere with the whole crown prince thing? Or was it something separate, like family by choice?

“She’s the most important member.” Phantom said solemnly. “She’s got a legal drivers license.”

#he’s! a! phantom!

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Found this one that checks all the boxes on r/boomerhumor.

#it’s funny cause i had a guy say that to his wife too at my job #called her an old bag and laughed #normally I just awkwardly laugh when a customer tells a shitty joke #but this time i looked her in the eyes and told her she was beautiful #when I tell you that man was stunned speechless while she looked so goddamn happy I mean it #I hope she’s okay or that I at least made her day a little bit more tolerable #idk working food service is weird

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“Well there’s contract magic- that’s what Constantine does, along with the majority of prevalent magic users.” Tim nudged her foot out of the way, continuing the chalk circle around them. Sam turned to follow, wondering how he managed to keep the circle so even.

“Wait, who’s Constantine?” Tucker asked. “They’re not in the files.”

“He’s a pain in everyone’s ass.” Danny muttered. “He’s in contract with half the Creatures on this side of the realms. You know the amount of ghosts I got complaining to me cause he tricked them better than they could when they went under contract?”

“Hnn, yeah most wouldn’t take too nicely to getting tricked. Salt please.” Tim handed the chalk to Tucker in exchange for salt from the bag he’d shoved into the other teen’s arms. “And then someone like Zatanna is Born with her magic, but Born are rare, so I doubt one of them would be targeting you three specifically. Leaves us with Creature or Cursed.”

Sam watched in mild amusement as Danny tried to smudge the chalk-and-salt lines, static bursting from the point and making him recoil. “Creature, that would be fae-things right? Ghosts, demons, whatever is made of magic or magic adjacent?”

“Basically. Salt will help with that. The chalk is hopefully for anyone who tries to cast like how I do. Although trying to harness magic by manipulating curses is rare since it involves far too much grave and museum robbing. Lucky for me, mom and dad did the legwork, so I haven’t needed to rob a grave yet. Mind setting this cat pair at the northern and eastern points of the circle?” He offered two tiny stone cats to her and Sam wrapped her hands around them, the smooth stone unnaturally chilled.

#fanfic #wip hell #tim drake #sam manson #tucker foley #danny fenton #danny phantom #dc comics #dc x dp #dpxdc #im just saying that Tim deserves magic #as a treat #everlasting trio #and tim! #pov: your date to Gotham gets interrupted by a weird skater boy

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changing room mishap

Kons a lil confused but he will ALWAYS get pissed at bad guys hurting his friends

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imagine the superheroes community finding out about the clone kid and deciding to take them away from tim because clearly tim's insane and can't be trusted with a child bc he's literally a 17 year old who went wild with cloning tubes

tim's crying screaming throwing up basically because what the fuck. do not take my baby away i know i fucked up but that's literally my baby you can't just take them away

#your honor that’s his Eraserhead Baby