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browsethestacks · 6 months
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Bat Fight
Art by Dan Hipp
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aro-in-danyl · 1 year
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DP x DC Prompt #2 - Fenton Cafe
Inspired by that one underground bar post @stealingyourbones
The Fentons move to Gotham to support Jazz at her new college and open up a small cafe on the first floor of their blimp house to earn money. 
Now the Fentons moved to a sketchy part of Gotham cause that’s the only place they could land safely. It doesn’t take long for rogues to slither in looking for easy cash. 
And promptly get blasted by the Fenton anti-ghost Defense System. They wake up to Maddie and Jack tending to their wounds and shoving a tin of fudge into their hands, respectively. The goon/rogue gets booted by Danny after being forced to listen to his parent’s ghost rant for several hours. 
Weirdly, it doesn’t take long before the cafe becomes a safe haven for rogues and goons alike to relax. But then the bats arrive to get a handle on the new ‘villain hideout.’
The Fenton’s don’t discriminate. The bats get the same treatment as the rogues all the way down to the complimentary fudge. No one comes into their house with that kind of attitude. 
It’s a Violence-free unless you’re a Fenton zone. 
But It’s a real party when Danny’s rogues start showing up. 
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clanslist · 8 months
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reverseflashes · 3 months
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be a ghost and glide.
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fiona-clawton · 6 months
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"The two most powerful forces on earth are fear and control."
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pratchettquotes · 11 months
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When he got back to the Post Office, Moist looked up the Lavish family in Whom's Whom. They were indeed what was known as "old money," which meant that it had been made so long ago that the black deeds which had originally filled the coffers were now historically irrelevant. Funny, that: a brigand for a father was something you kept quiet about, but a slave-taking pirate for a great-great-great grandfather was something to boast of over the port. Time turned the evil bastards into rogues, and rogue was a word with a twinkle in its eye and nothing to be ashamed of.
Terry Pratchett, Making Money
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tedlebred · 6 months
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Started watching gothammmmm
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finniestoncrane · 5 months
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Hey, I like the new prompts :)
Please could I get 🍃for farrellozzie?
Thank you x
The First Night
Farrell!Penguin x GN!Reader, word count: 600 i'm always feeling sappy and this really spoke to me ;-; wanna be snuggled in his stupid fancy pjs and then hugged all night ough 💜🐧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff
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It was kind of a strange way to move in to a new place. Oswald already lived there. There was nothing you could bring that he didn't have or couldn't replace with something better. And even though he told you repeatedly to bring whatever you wanted, decoration, furniture, whatever, you knew it wouldn't fit in with the lavish decor of his place. Your place, now.
You left the two suitcases full of items you deemed worthy enough to take with you in the hall as Oswald wrapped you in a warm hug and ushered you through to the kitchen. He'd been cooking, making you dinner to celebrate this first night officially together.
"It's just pasta, but it's my grandmother's sauce. Family recipe, well-kept secret. I'll teach you how to make it later, if you want?"
The gesture was filled with warmth and openness, a sign that you were truly being welcomed into his life as a permanent fixture, and not just a flavour of the month he'd decided to keep in his house for easy access.
And while that had worried you before, all of the anxieties melted away as you looked around the space. It was spotless, and you didn't doubt for a second that Oswald had spent all day tidying it himself to make sure it met his exact standards for you. The dining room was set up for two, with champagne resting on ice, and there was a small just below that of the rich tomato sauce. Lavender, your favourite, and Oswald's. A set of three candles on the dining table were likely the source.
"Everything is perfect, Ozzie. I'm excited to see what else you have in store. I feel like I should be dressed better for this."
Mid-way through a tasting sip of the sauce, he mumbled and gasped, before dropping the spoon and rushing round the kitchen island to you.
“Oh, sweetheart! I can’t believe I forgot, I’ve got just the right thing for you to wear. A little gift from me to you.”
As he guided you up the stairs towards his bedroom, you let your mind wander. Oswald was forever buying you gifts, and new outfits were something he was particularly fond of spoiling you with. You’d be pleased with anything, but you hoped it wasn’t too extravagant. As lovely as the house looked, and as romantic as dinner would be, all you really wanted to do was get comfortable in your new home and settle in after packing all of your things up.
Stopping you before you entered the room, you felt his hands cover your eyes from behind.
“Ok, no peeking. Wait until you’re in. And… tah-dah!”
When you were allowed to look, you noticed there were two, neat piles on the bed. One was Oswald’s usual pyjamas. Purple, silk, monogrammed with his initials, O.C.M. And next to them, an identical set, but with your initials in place of Oswald’s. It wasn’t something fancy, it was exactly what you wanted.
“I figured you don’t wanna get all dolled up just to eat somethin’ messy, kid. Besides, you’re home now. You gotta be comfy. And I… hate to sound presumptuous, but if there comes a, uh, time when you change your name for whatever reason, we can get you a new pair, huh?”
Turning to him, you threw your arms around his neck, burying your face against his chest as he held you close to him. It really wouldn’t have mattered what you were wearing, or whether dinner was something as special as his grandmother’s pasta. It felt like home in his arms.
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spoodleydoodley · 7 months
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HAPPY SPOOKTOBER 2023!!!
It's finally the best month of the year, so here's a piece to commemorate the start of the spooky times~ This is Tim Sale's villain groupshot from The Long Halloween, but reimagined in my cartoony ROGUES style~ Hope you all like it, it was a blast to make
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kotalketz · 11 months
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more rouges for this line up. tee hee
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candy-fae · 9 months
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Yes!!! Tiny bean hatter and tall bean scarecrow in love! <3 
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My scarecrow has absolutely no boundaries and WILL pick up short people. Not a personal ship but I could see it ^o^
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browsethestacks · 7 months
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Batman Rogues: Redux
Art by Dave Bardin
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nogloryart · 8 months
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clanslist · 1 year
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reverseflashes · 3 months
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"— God, as much as I loathe it, as much as I hate it, my heart's not always cold."
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fiona-clawton · 6 months
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Halloween is here.
Here's a redraw of a piece I did back in 2016, inspired by Batman Year One: Scarecrow. Crazy to look back and see how my style and process have changed over 8 years.
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