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DC x DP Prompt
To the delight of Gotham's citizens, and the dismay of her criminal underbelly, the GCPD has a new specialized unit that ACTUALLY apprehends criminals and brings them to justice!
It's a relatively small squad of mostly young adults, who looked fresh out of their teens. But age didn't matter once they got the work done. And they did, as they've already got criminals like Penguin, Riddler, and Bane behind bars for what looks to be 'for good'.
No one besides Commissioner Gordan knows anything about the squad as they operate as a mostly separate entity from GCPD. It was rare to see any of them, and any photos taken were unusually blurry. They are also extremely secretive; if you exclude their social media which are usually just shit posts, memes, and thirst edits of the Wayne family.
They were a total mystery. Almost as mysterious as Batman.
But those who have seen/worked with the squad before all had the same thing to say about them. They were cool. They had an unusually effective method. And their leader is a menace. With his sharp teeth and pointed smile. And bright blue eyes that spoke to your soul. It was a pleasure to see/ work with him, it really was. But they weren't planning on doing so again for a long time.
That being said, Gotham had been quiet for a while. A bit too quiet if you ask anyone, especially the Bats. Strangely, it didn't feel like the usual calm before the shit storm. The instinctual pit in their guts that usually formed just wasn't there. This was different. This wasn't the calm before the storm. This was the ocean receding. But no one seemed to realize it yet.
Not until the tsunami came crashing down on them.
The GCPD special unit accounts that had been inactive for the last three months suddenly pinged to life. Everyone who followed them clicked the notification almost immediately. With this unnerving calm surrounding them, who the hell didn't want to see what batshit crazy statement they would make after three months of radio silence.
What they didn't expect, was to see a crystal-clear picture of justice finally being served.
The picture was a selfie, taken in an abandoned warehouse. In the middle of the dirty floor was the Joker. He was tied up and his head hung low. You could see how beaten he was, his clothes torn and bloody. His face paint was also coming off, revealing pale blotchy skin. Reminding everyone that, he was still human, just like the rest of them.
Behind him, all lined up with smiles on their faces, was Team Phantom. They were a bit bloody and bruised as well but overall in much better condition. They weren't wearing the normal GCPD navy blue uniform, but black and white ones. All stylized to fit the wearers taste. They all looked so young, but their eyes looked like old tired eyes, finally getting some relief.
From in the corner was their leader. Only part of his face was in the picture. One glowing blue eye, and part of his Cheshire smile. His hand making a peace sign next to the Joker. Even with only part of his being shown, everyone could tell he was relived as well.
And while the picture itself was shocking, the caption was what really got them. The top was what you would usually expect from the team. A big bold 'GOT EM' ' at the top. But at the bottom in small, almost unnoticeable text was:
"He will face his punishment. We will get our retribution. May we finally rest in peace."
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fashionclothshop · 2 years
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lexfoster · 7 months
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Pamela Foster refused to go to the hospital throughout her pregnancy. When Pamela went into labor with Hannah, she was at home with no medical staff in attendance. Unfortunately, Hannah was a breach pregnancy severely complicating the birth. Hannah would have died if not for the timely intervention of this character. Who delivered Hannah Foster, thus saving her life and perhaps vicariously, all of existence ? [...] The answer is Lex Foster. Lex never wanted a sister, but when she psychically felt Hannah dying, she intuitively activated her powers, reaching through the black and white and teleporting the baby out of the womb. Lex has no memory of this event.
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yesokayiknow · 5 months
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also i can't believe fifteen physically took half of his clothes and fourteen STILL didn't change his suit. how about after getting actual therapy you do some retail therapy next
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kairithemang0 · 1 month
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Whatever gender Joey Richter is is the gender I require
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hustlerose · 6 months
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disco
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shiftythrifting · 1 month
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both found at my local vinnies. I may go back for Polka Party honestly, my partner loves ridiculous records. The jacket was real suede but also $45, and far from my personal style. I left it so the right y’allternative girl can give it a good home.
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monstertsunami · 4 months
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ink her when they least expect it
@penguin--person's paflogic au + @nopanamaman's pafl :3
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The rest of the bats think Red Hood is pulling a Discowing with the garish looking boa he’s been wearing on patrol recently.
Turns out it’s not a fashion choice and Jason just hasn’t been able to pry the “meta” kid that decided to drape around his shoulders for the past week off yet.
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violetheart77 · 15 days
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r/TwoSentenceHatchetfield
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emblazons · 2 months
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mood: party time (via Ross Duffer’s story)
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fashiontrendsweb · 4 months
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sixlane · 3 months
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tricks up sleeves and all that
rosekiller microfic | 1,180 words | magician Barty, single dad Evan
The first thing Evan thought when his daughter told him she wanted a magician at her birthday party was how did I raise a child who enjoys close-up magic? It wouldn’t have been his first choice, probably wouldn’t have even been his last. He would’ve gone with something classier, more elegant, like a tea party or a day at the museum. Something to live up to the extravagance of previous years. Sure, Eleanor is only seven but that doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy the finer things. 
So, in between meetings and phone calls, Evan researched children’s birthday party magicians, and as you’d expect, not much was living up to his standards. After days of sifting through resumes and background checks, he was eventually able to find a well-designed website with good reviews and speak to a representative who promised to send their best.
This is why Evan is so confused when he opens his front door to find a tall, lanky man in ripped jeans and a worn out t-shirt, his look complete with ruffled hair, an eyebrow piercing, and excessive amounts of tattoos. 
“You must have the wrong house,” Evan says. He thinks he should probably close the door but something about this man is intriguing. He wants to look for just a second longer.
The man leans back to check the address beside the door. “You’re Mr. Rosier, right? I’m here for the birthday party. I’m Barty, the magician.” 
Evan raises a brow. “You don’t look like a magician.”
“Were you expecting a full tuxedo? It’s like 95 degrees out.” A tilted grin spreads over his face, showing off a pointy canine. “Here let me show you.” Before Evan can back away, Barty is reaching behind his ear and producing a shiny quarter, flipping it between his fingers confidently. “Ta da.”
“That’s hardly magic,” Evan says, crossing his arms. He better get a full refund if this is the best they had.
“No, you’re right. That’s just the decoy.” He raises his left hand, and between his thumb and pointer finger he holds Evan’s watch, which had previously been secured to his wrist.
Evan’s mouth drops open slightly. He hadn’t even felt it. “That’s not magic either, that is literally stealing.” He snatches the watch back, putting it on.
“It’s the art of misdirection,” Barty explains. “I do a dumb coin trick, and while you’re paying attention to that, I do something more impressive. It’s like, the basis of all magic.”
Evan doesn’t even know what to say. This man has just pickpocketed him on his own front porch and now he wants Evan to let him into his house? 
At the same time Evan is getting ready to slam the door in Barty’s face, Eleanor appears at his hip, smile wider than a mile across her face.
“Is this the magician, Dad?” she asks, tugging at his shirt while she bounces up and down.
“You must be Eleanor,” Barty says, squatting down so they’re at eye level. He’s performing now, Evan can tell. He lights up and his smugness from before is washed away. “Would you like to pick a card?” 
Eleanor nods enthusiastically.
Barty pulls a deck out of his back pocket and starts shuffling. Evan watches the way his fingers move deftly around the cards. Bending and flipping them expertly before fanning them out in front of her.
“Okay, go ahead. But don’t tell me what your card is, just show it to your dad and put it back anywhere in the deck.”
Eleanor does as instructed and shows Evan the card, ace of hearts, before sliding it back in.
“Thanks Eleanor, that’s great.” He starts shuffling the cards again, adding in flourishes here and there. Evan watches intently, trying to track his every move, see where he might be switching cards out or taking a peek, but he moves too quickly for Evan to stay on top of everything. “Now Ellie, can I call you Ellie?” Eleanor giggles and nods her head. “Your dad here,” he tilts his head up at Evan, “has already seen me do a trick similar to this, but I think I can put a new spin on it, what do you say?” 
Eleanor looks up at Evan, affronted. “Dad! You’ve been playing with the magician without me?”
Evan hears Barty try to stifle a laugh and feels the beginning of a tension headache spreading behind his eyes. “I was just making sure he was up to our standards,” he grits out.
“Don’t worry Ellie, your dad was just doing his due diligence.” Eleanor looks appeased and waves her hand in a motion that tells Barty to continue. He does one last shuffle and then reaches behind Eleanor’s ear. When he pulls back, he has the ace of spades in between his pointer and middle fingers. “So Ellie, was this your card?” 
She looks confused and a little disappointed. Evan holds himself back from kicking Barty directly in the face. “Um… close,” she says. “Mine had hearts on it.”
Barty looks at the card. “Huh. You know, sometimes the cards don’t always do what we want them to so we have to shake some sense into them. He starts waving the card quickly back and forth. When it comes to a stop, Barty holds the ace of hearts where the ace of spades had previously been. He smiles in triumph. Evan still kind of wants to kick him in the face.
Eleanor lets out an excited squeal and rushes forward to tackle Barty into a hug. “Can we keep him, Dad?” she screams directly in Barty’s ear. He doesn’t even flinch.
Evan lets out a resigned sigh. He’s really never been able to deny Eleanor anything, so he steps to the side, opening the door wider, a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. “Of course Eleanor. Go gather your friends in the living room. Barty will be right in.” He places a hand on her head as she runs by.
Barty stands up and straightens his pants out, sliding the deck back into his pocket. “Good enough?” he asks, shrugging a shoulder.
Evan scrutinizes him for a second, running his eyes over every inch of the man. The line of his cheekbone, the curve of his neck, the way his thumb rubs a circle into the side of his pointer finger. There’s something about him. Evan hasn’t heard Eleanor scream that loud since Pandora got her a bug collection kit for Christmas last year. 
“I want you to know that I keep a detailed inventory of everything in my home, so if you steal something I will find out, and you won't be happy about the consequences.”
Barty smiles, something mischievous glinting in his eye. “We’ll see about that,” he says brushing past Evan to make his way into the living room. Evan closes the door behind him. Right before Barty turns the corner, he throws something over his shoulder. Without thinking, Evan catches it. His wallet. With the ace of hearts sticking mockingly out of the top.
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blinkysrewatchparty · 3 months
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OFFICIAL REWATCH PARTY SCHEDULE
Hello Sniggles, Nighthawks, PEIP Agents, and even the occasional Timberwolf (we see you, Paul Matthews)! It's been a long time, much longer than I'd hoped, but the results to Blinky's survey have been tallied and I can now announce the Official Watch Schedule for Blinky's Rewatch Party!!
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The schedule for Round 2 will be released sometime in April, though there are no plans to deviate from the current Saturday times.
HOW CAN WE WATCH ALONG?
I'm glad you asked! There will be multiple ways to participate in the Watch Parties.
Here on Tumblr, we will be using the tag "Blinky's Rewatch Party." You can use the tag to liveblog your Watch party experience, or wait until the story is over to post any and all thoughts at once. If you can't make either of the chosen times, that's okay! The tag's not going anywhere; simply watch and post your thoughts whenever you can. And remember to check out the tag to see what other people are saying!
We will also be hosting the Watch Parties on Twitter, with the hashtag "#BlinkysRewatchParty." This site will work much the same way--you can livetweet your thoughts or just wait until the end to post anything you want; it's flexible for however you best like to watch.
We also strongly encourage people to use the Youtube comments section of the episodes themselves; the more comments we leave, the more the Langs will know that we're still invested in Nightmare Time and desperately want some more.
And of course we will be hosting communal Watch Parties on our official Discord server! This will involve everyone watching the server stream together, but since the whole point of this is to keep the Nightmare Time viewing numbers going up, we will be STRONGLY encouraging everyone to pull the episode and have it playing muted in another tab if at all possible.
And that's about it! Thank you so much to everyone for your patience and kindness while I've spent the last couple of months hitting real life like Max Jagerman hit the Waylon Place floor. I'm so excited to get started, spread the love of Nightmare Time far and wide, and hopefully get us that much closer to Nightmare Time 3!!
See ya' at Watcher World!
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m4lexxx67 · 4 months
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I think it's time for me to post some of my original art again, and this is one of my proudest works yet.
I had this idea of "hey, actually, they're all dead, I should change their posters" and well I guess that's what I did. I was so scared making these that I would screw up because the proportions of the faces had to fit the bar and the cross which obviously had to be the same on all of these and then I when the drawings were done I couldn't spill even the tiniest bit of water color and it had to be even and the tape wasn't allowed to bleed but also couldn't lift any of the pencil... but everything worked out perfectly and I am so fucking proud!!!
I loved every second of making these and they turned out so fucking well and they always make me incredibly happy when I look at them
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doodlingbot · 5 months
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Since DJSS was forced to take on Green, does he try to pile more work onto Green so he doesn't have to deal with it, or does he try to keep work FROM Green to try and keep some autonomy?
Kind of almost both.
DJSS piles the bulk of the work onto Green. Especially the 'unimportant' stuff, infrastructure and district maintenance.
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When it comes to more important things like his concerts, Green still writes up the planning and what not. DJSS has very particular visions though so he tends to hover over his shoulder and critique until things are up to standard.
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When it comes to his music: Green isn't touching anything in the process.
[AU]
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