DC x DP PROMT #17
Hola my friendly weirdos! New Promt!
"Hey old man!"
"Jason? When did you get here?"
"Forget that, ya' know that weird mirror near the attic with all the weird carvings and stuff I asked you about a few years back?"
"Hn."
"Well, it's glowing. Green. Lazarus green."
"...Get Dick and Tim. Dont touch it until we figure out what it is."
"Sure thin'. DICKWING, TIMBO!!! GET YOUR ASSES DOWN!"
"...*sigh*"
"Hey! What's up?"
"Mirror. Lazarus green."
"...The one near the attic?"
"Hn."
"Wait, so the mirror has weird carvings and started glowing Lazarus green? Huh. I'll scan it and run some tests."
"...I'll ask Damian if he knows what it is."
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Danny had been stuck in here a long time. Or well, what he presumed was a long time.
He couldn't really tell, with the whole, being trapped in an infinite amount of darkness that not even his natural glow could light up.
He wondered how Sam and tucker were.
How Jazz and Ellie were.
If they were even alive after all that.
But, well, benefit to being stuffed in someplace were not even time and space could touch was he could imagine his loved ones all safe and happy until he was convinced it was true.
...
T-that
That was light.
How?
Why now.
Are they back?
He's-
What-
Light, so much light.
"Woah what the hell?"
Turn it off.
"Whaddya see Dickhead?"
Turn it off!
"The-theres boy! Oh my god, someone get a stretcher. He, he looks... alien?"
TURN IT OFF!!!
"On it."
TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF TUEN IT OFF TURN IT OFF-
"Hey, hey, calm down kiddo. Your safe, I got you. It's okay."
"Don't touch me. Let go."
"Woah, easy, easy, it's okay. No one's is gonna hurt you, it's okay!"
"I. Said. Don't. TOUCH ME!!!"
Feel free to use or add on!
(Using purple again since I dont wnat it to mix up with Danny's words.)
P.s, for those who cant tell what color is who: Red=Jason, Black=Bruce, Blue=Dick, Orange=Tim, and Green=Danny.
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This week’s pictures pretty much sum up my two types of art vibes hehe.
It was a hectic and low-key infuriating week. But I’m in higher spirits from surviving it!
The first piece was like two pieces at once. I went ham with designing the mirror and giving it depth (thank goodness for the symmetry tools). And then I had to draw the scene within the mirror. Even though I’m not actively working on the DnD themed art, I still find the sessions I go to inspiring my work. In this case, our group wandered into an ominous abandoned restroom with all kinds of cursed mirrors. One of the mirrors predicted death. So I thought, “why not draw an ornate but cursed mirror that shows people during a moment where they’ve pretty much *had it*?”
The second piece was a very last-minute idea that came up due to Valentine’s Day. It’s kind of a cheesier/funnier take on an image where you’d usually see doves carrying some sort of banner. Featuring cheese pulls instead of chocolates for those of us who don’t have much of a sweet tooth. Come to think of it, could two cockatoos carry a piece of hot mozzarella if they’re on the bigger side?
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obsessed getou who meets you when you join a friend at his temple, desperate to solve her mysterious illness. getou ingests the curse and sends you both on your way, filthy humans that you are, but something about you lingers in his mind. it festers and burrows and erodes at him, that little feeling about you. it whets his appetite; it sharpens his fangs.
he can't explain it, but he gives in. he finds you. follows you. runs his fingers over the items on your vanity when you're out at work. sends one of his curses to curl up on your futon with you. they stay close to you, the curses, often winding around you when you're getting ready, trailing over you when you're fresh from the shower. getou thinks he can almost feel the damp of your skin.
he hates himself for it; you're below him, unworthy of his attention. but he continues, watching you through his curses' eyes. he does it for days upon days.
it's small.
it's so small, such a tiny little thing, the barest flicker of your eyes towards his curse that's curled up on your futon as you get dressed in the morning, the smallest peek from underneath the fan of your eyelashes, the slightest shake to your hand as you glance away again.
no one else would have seen it. getou knows he's the only person who knows what you can see. no one else would have recognized it, but he knows you. he understands you. he's been watching you for so long, after all. he can't believe he missed it.
you can see curses.
it makes sense now, getou realizes, stepping over the doorstep of your apartment. why he couldn't resist you. it makes perfect sense.
you're meant to be his.
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Gif-ing my favorite episodes, part 1/?
4x07 “Pitiful Creatures”
“Such pitiful creatures. Cowardly, Reckless, Monstrosities. All doomed to play a role in tearing this world apart. To cause nothing but chaos and destruction.”
“ENOUGH! I’ve never let anyone dictate my destiny in the past, and I’m not about to start now. None of us are! We can’t change who we were yesterday or in a past life, or a hundred life times ago! We live with the choices we’ve made, for what matters is the choices we make RIGHT NOW! Only we decide who we are and what we do with the power we have.”
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