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libertรฉ, egalitรฉ, fraternitรฉ et yaoi
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๐˜Š๐˜ข๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜š๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜™๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด/๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต :((.
๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ! ๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ.
"๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข." ๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ. "๐˜›-๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ..." ๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, "๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข."
๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ! ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ป๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ :((.
๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ! ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ต!
"๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข' ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข?"
"๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ, ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข."
"๐˜Ž๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข."
๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ! ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ป๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ!
"๐˜Š๐˜ข๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข."
"๐˜Š๐˜ข๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜บ, ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข."
"๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ, ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข."
๐—ฆ๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜€ ๐—ท๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—ด ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜€/๐—ผ ๐—ฎ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐˜† ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฎ! <๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฏ
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ilovemesomevincentprice ยท 4 months
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Vincent Price dancing with a co-star behind the scenes of House on Haunted Hill (1959)
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sugarcoated-lame ยท 1 month
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much to think aboutโ€ฆ
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agir1ukn0w ยท 5 months
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sorry but snow is such a well written iconic villain and donald sutherland performs him so fucking good it's almost hilarious how i start practically foaming at the mouth every time the man opens his mouth to say something deplorable in those movies, like he's so utterly and despicably wrong about almost every crucial thing from katniss and peeta's relationship to human nature as a whole and yet the second he starts talking about how hope is the only thing stronger than fear and how you have to allow a little hope but control it so its spark doesn't grow into revolution and how it's the things we love the most that destroy us you bet your ass i am on the floor screaming crying throwing up because that is my psychotic mustache-twirling villain RIGHT THERE
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infernal-lamb ยท 7 months
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the lamb: yall mind if i explode into tentacles
havin a little fun with the lamb and potential tentacle body horror because i think sometimes they should be gross. why SHOULDN'T these God creatures be an affront to the nature of creation
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greenglowinspooks ยท 6 months
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(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 4)
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Tw: descriptions of body horror, Dr. Crane has PTSD and Does Not Realize, Crane has an actual panic attack and just doesnโ€™t care, the Riddler makes one (1) sex joke about Batman
Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually
(Pt. 1 here) (Prev here) - (Pt. 5 here)
(Masterlist here)
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Dr. Jonathan Crane is in his lab, the acrid scent of chemicals filling the air, and his hands are shaking.
Dannyโ€™s health, for the first week that he had him, had been steadily improving at an extremely quick rate. However, his healing had begun to stagnate. Danny said that it was because his body had run out of ectoplasm, and that while there was a lot of ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, he needed a stronger type in order to heal.
And so, that led Dr. Crane here.
He had stolen the research notes from the Penguin years ago regarding his experimentation on him.
(He quite vividly remembers the sound of bone creaking and groaning as it twisted, lengthened. The squelching of shifting tendons and muscles, the strange fabric-like tightening of skin. The feeling of going from man to monster, of losing all claim to his humanity.)
Danny had called him Liminal, part ghost. He had said that he was transformed by, among other things, a kind of synthetic ectoplasm.
Danny needed ectoplasm.
Crane had the research notes. He had every ingredient necessary. And yet, attempt after attempt failed.
The chemical smell burns his nose. His hands tremble.
Dr. Crane is not afraid.
He doesnโ€™t feel fear anymore. Heโ€™s tried to, many, many times, but nothing has worked. And yet, his hands are shaking still.
(The horrifying sensation of vertebrae pop-pop-popping along his spine, growing and lengthening. The unbearable itching beneath his skin as toxin glands begin to form. The feeling of his teeth sharpening and elongating, of his skull growing, of his vision changing and brightening. The awful stench of chemicals. The awful stench of ectoplasm.)
Jonathan takes careful note of his shaking hands, his blurring vision, his accelerated heart-rate and shallow breathing.
(Human hands. Human vision. Human heart and lungs and organs.)
He takes note of them, but he does not let that distract him from the task at hand. Danny is not a chemist, but Jonathan is.
The boy knows enough about chemistry in theory, but he wonโ€™t go anywhere near Craneโ€™s equipment. He seems to have some sort of intense fear of laboratory settings, probably developed during his stay with the GiW, and Crane is willing to respect that, if only because he cannot afford to lose him.
As such, Crane is the only one qualified to do this. And, unfortunately, if he isnโ€™t successful the boy may very well die.
He heats the chemicals to precisely the right temperatures, adding each one to its correct container.
Dr. Crane thinks of the Scarebeast, that creature born of cruelty and greed and a sense of superiority. That creature which he tries to ignore is a part of him, that can never be removed. A damage which cannot be undone.
He pours the contents of a small beaker into a larger flask, watching the liquids swirl together. The stench in the air is becoming closer and closer to the one burned into his memory.
Craneโ€™s whole body is wracked with unpleasant sensations. Itโ€™s truly unfortunate, he thinks, that despite his mindโ€™s lack of fear, his body still reacts so harshly.
Jonathanโ€™s eyes wander, eventually settling on a purple and green card sitting innocently on the corner of the table.
Right.
Even if they wiped out the GiW tomorrow, and even if Danny could survive without ectoplasm, he would still be in danger.
Crane has to get him back to good health. Itโ€™s the only way he can be sure that the boy can defend himself properly.
The solution in the flask begins to foam, and Jonathan does not hesitate as he adds the final ingredient. He pours the mixture into a new container, capping it and placing it into a freezer set to -40 degrees.
Hopefully this time he got the timing right.
Jonathan tries to relax, the ventilation in the room slowly but surely clearing the familiar smell from the air.
He thinks of the letter.
Surely, he thinks, that man can come up with some better material for his jokes. Or, at least something new.
Same old threats, same old attempted poisoning.
Aiming his threats at Danny, though, that was new. New and utterly unacceptable.
Scarecrow did what he had to.
He doubted that his solution would last forever, of course, as with that man it never did. As such, he would prepare both himself and Danny for the inevitable moment that his choices came back to bite them.
However, for the moment, they were safe. Danny could rest and recover, and Jonathan could figure out a plan to minimize possible damages.
Jonathan is no longer shaking.
Heโ€™s exhausted. This is his fifth attempt today, and each one leaves an unfortunate strain on his mind and body.
With a sigh, he settles himself into his seat at a nearby desk, opening up his computer and logging his most recent attempt. He still has to wait for it to chill to know if it was successful, but he can always update the logs later.
Once heโ€™s done, he stretches, joints popping loudly as he walks to the freezer.
When he sees the results of his tireless work, the ghost of a smile flits across his face.
Success.
Jonathan picks up the jug of ectoplasm and leaves the lab, which is in all actuality the basement of the new apartment that he moved himself and Danny into after receiving the note. The scrappy old woman who was his landlord had told him that as long as he paid her five hundred dollars up front, she would let him set up in the basement without any questions or cop calls.
And so, the most expensive apartment in the Narrows was his.
At least, he thought, the distance between the basement and the apartment was short enough that Danny didnโ€™t have to sit in while he was doing his labwork.
Jonathan knew that he didnโ€™t exactly have a strong grasp on the concept of โ€˜lab safety,โ€™ proven by his built-up immunity to almost every toxic chemical heโ€™d ever encountered, and he doubted that Danny should be around such an environment.
He was back to the apartment quickly, not bothering to hide the self-satisfied smile on his face. Danny is sitting in his armchair, trying to read one of his books. Danny looks up, ready to greet him, when he sees the jug in his hands and pauses.
โ€œIs that..?โ€
โ€œSynthetic ectoplasm,โ€ Jonathan says proudly, โ€œI found the Penguinโ€™s research notes and decided to recreate it, since you said that you needed it to heal properly. Iโ€™m not sure if itโ€™ll work the same as what you usually have, but I hope itโ€™s helpful all the same.โ€
Danny is standing, now, and looking at Jonathan with a strange look in his eyes. He looks, Jon thinks, like heโ€™s about to cry.
Then Danny is rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Jonathan, his scrawny form shaking.
Jonathan is, for a moment, horrified. Did he do something wrong somehow? Why is this child, whoโ€™s so afraid of touch, hugging him?
And then he hears Dannyโ€™s voice, and he knows that it was all worth it.
โ€œThank you,โ€ heโ€™s mumbling, over and over, โ€œthank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much.โ€
โ€œOf course,โ€ Jonathan says softly, because what else can he say?
The boy cries in his arms for a while, and Jonathan briefly wonders what his life must have been like before, if a person like him can be seen as a comforting figure.
Then, Danny pours himself a small glass of the synthetic ectoplasm, putting the rest into the small fridge which had come with the apartment, and he settles back down, sitting in the armchair once again.
Jonathan sits opposite of him, and they chat with one another as Danny drinks.
Danny talks to him about the stars and tells him about different spaceships, and Jonathan makes sure to pay attention and ask the boy questions.
He doesnโ€™t miss the way that Danny lights up every time he asks him something about his interests. Heโ€™s so passionate, so smart, a trait that he seldom sees outside of his fellow rogues, and Jonathan wants to encourage that.
Itโ€™sโ€ฆnice. Peaceful, almost.
And then the front door flies open, because Jonathan isnโ€™t allowed to have nice things.
โ€œJon,โ€ a familiar voice rings out, โ€œwhat the hell?!โ€
Danny is frozen in place, clearly terrified.
Jonathan heaves a sigh, turning to face the nuisance whoโ€™s entered his apartment.
โ€œEddie,โ€ he drawls, โ€œto what do I owe the pleasure?โ€
Edwardโ€™s face is red with anger as he invades Jonathanโ€™s apartment.
โ€œOh, I donโ€™t know! Maybe itโ€™s the fact that you sent a bunch of rogues a cryptic message and then dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks! I was worried, Jon!โ€
Jonathan hums in acknowledgement.
โ€œI didnโ€™t think it was that cryptic,โ€ he says, picking up a book in order to pointedly ignore the Riddler.
โ€œOh, of course you didnโ€™t, you straw-stuffed hickory dickory dickhead. I swear, youโ€™re alwaysโ€”โ€ he pauses, finally having noticed Danny sitting opposite of Jonathan, โ€œโ€”who is this?โ€
โ€œMy apprentice,โ€ Jonathan replies, dreading the upcoming headache he was no doubt going to develop from Edwardโ€™s company, โ€œheโ€™s helping me hunt down the GiW. His name is Danny.โ€
Edward gasps dramatically.
โ€œYouโ€”an apprentice?! And youโ€™re letting him sit in the old man chair?! You donโ€™t even let me sit in the old man chair,โ€ he wails, draping himself over the headrest of the couch with a flourish, โ€œJonathan, I thought I knew you!โ€
โ€œEdward,โ€ Jonathan says, โ€œget out of my apartment.โ€
โ€œOh my goodness, this is incredible. Youโ€™re becoming the bat!โ€
โ€œI am not becoming the bat, Eddie, now get out.โ€
Edward has a shit-eating grin on his face as he waltzes over to Danny. Danny, who seemed terrified when he first appeared, is now looking at him with obvious amusement written all over his face.
โ€œI mean, look at him! The hair, the eyes, the scrappy build. If you put him in one of those traffic light vigilante costumes, he could easily pass as a Robin!โ€
โ€œIโ€™m not doing this with you today, Eddie.โ€
โ€œRiddle me this, Jon: I am a treasure hidden inside of a chest. You can break me, or steal me, or give me a rest. I can flutter, or pound, or attack, or drop, but if you donโ€™t have me, youโ€™re certainly fucked. What am I?โ€
Jonathan pauses for a moment before he groans, dropping his head into his hands.
โ€œEddie.โ€
Danny sits still, a confused look on his face as he repeats the riddle silently. Then, his face lights up in delight.
โ€œA heart!โ€
โ€œJon, I like this one,โ€ Edward says with a smile, ruffling Dannyโ€™s hair, โ€œyou are correct! A heart, something that I wasnโ€™t aware that our dear Jonathan had!โ€
โ€œEddie, stop.โ€
โ€œNo, no,โ€ Edward says, โ€œI was worried about you, you deserve this. I mean, you even missed girls night! You never miss girls night!โ€
โ€œGirls night?โ€ Danny asks, absolutely delighted.
โ€œOh, of course,โ€ Edward says, sprawling over on the couch, dangerously close to just laying in Jonathanโ€™s lap, โ€œwe have it once a week. Iโ€™m invited because of Selina and Jonโ€™s invited because Harley likes him.โ€
โ€œAnd what does girls night entail, exactly?โ€
โ€œEddie,โ€ Jonathan groans, โ€œplease.โ€
โ€œWell,โ€ Edward hums, โ€œwe usually paint our nails, or watch a movie, or gossip about the other rogues, and occasionally, we tell each other about any โ€˜encountersโ€™ we have with Batman,โ€ he says, raising his eyebrows up and down.
Dannyโ€™s jaw drops.
โ€œEdward, shut up,โ€ Jonathan says, an irritated tone in his voice that wasnโ€™t there before.
โ€œNo way,โ€ Danny says, โ€œI thought that Batman, like, hated you guys or something. You mean he actually..?โ€
โ€œOh, the Bat is much like a bottle of liquor or a cheap cigarette, in that he was made to be passed around.โ€
Danny chokes on air.
โ€œEdward Nygma,โ€ Jonathan hisses, getting out of his seat and looming over the man, โ€œget the hell out.โ€
Edward pales.
โ€œLeaving, leaving!โ€ Edward says, dashing away from Jonathan. He pauses, turning to flash Danny a quick smile.
โ€œRemember Danny, Iโ€™m your favorite uncle! Not any of the other rogues, me!โ€
With that, he leaves, the room falling completely silent.
And, as per usual, that silence does not last.
โ€œYou full-named him?โ€ Danny asks gleefully, โ€œand it worked?โ€
Jonathan just sighs, sitting down on the couch and rubbing at his temples.
โ€œPlease, donโ€™t take anything Eddie says seriously. Heโ€™s a moron.โ€
โ€œDr. Crane, please let me come to girls night with you,โ€ Danny pleads, his eyes sparkling, โ€œI promise I wonโ€™t embarrass you.โ€
Jonathan groans.
โ€œOf course you wonโ€™t, Eddie will do it for you.โ€
โ€œCome on, please?โ€
โ€œI think weโ€™re a bit busy with the GiW at the moment,โ€ Jonathan snaps. He pauses as he notices the crestfallen expression on Dannyโ€™s face.
This boy is going to be the death of him.
โ€œPerhaps, though, when all that is taken care ofโ€ฆโ€
Danny cheers, grinning wildly, and Jonathan is not at all relieved to see him happy again. Certainly not.
The rest of the day is relatively normal.
Danny works on trying to get information from the GiW database while Crane refines his his fear toxin, both preparing for a raid on the GiW base they located in Gotham.
It was only a temporary base, nothing of note, but there was a chance of discovering more bases through it, and that wasnโ€™t something either of them were willing to give up.
Still, something like this would take time. Rushing would only lead to failure.
โ€ฆ
Late in the night, long after Danny is fast asleep in his room, Jonathan pauses.
The GiW are not the only threat out there. They arenโ€™t the only threat to him or to Danny. Perhaps it could be helpful to reach out to someone with greater resources than himself.
He sends a quick message to Red Hood.
Hopefully, he thinks, everything will go smoothly.
โ€”
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beanghostprincess ยท 6 months
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me: all sanji fics are the same! it's always sanji having a breakdown over liking a man and going into an identity crisis and a spiral of internalized homophobia-
also me every time i read a sanji fic: OH MY GOD SANJI HAVING A BREAKDOWN OVER LIKING A MAN AND GOING INTO AN IDENTITY CRISIS AND A SPIRAL OF INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA THIS IS SO GOOD AWKEBFNALKEWNFLKANELKN
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fairly certain this has been done before however im doing it anyway
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nerdpoe ยท 9 months
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Injustice Timeline but with more Ghosts
Superman loses Lois, and starts to go rogue a la Injustice route.
Problem.
Dan, who was just entered into the Justice League, takes great offense to this.
Dan, who is reformed.
Dan, who remembers ripping every single member of the Justice League to shreds in that other timeline, and still remembers how to do it.
Superman never makes it past his opening speech to pitch the idea of hero-approved murder.
Dan, standing over an actually unconscious Superman who probably definitely needs medical treatment, looks at the other Heroes who would have sided with Superman.
"Wฬธฬšอ„ฬ‡ฬ‹ฬ–ฬญอšอ…ฬฐฬณฬผฬฐอœhฬดอ›อŒฬฟฬ‰ฬ“อ„ฬ”ฬˆฬฬ›อ†ฬพอ˜ฬญฬอœฬ˜ฬจฬปฬ™ฬฬœอ”อšoฬตฬšฬ”ฬอ„อ—ฬอ’ฬŽฬฟอ—ฬฆฬŸฬฃฬ–ฬอ”ฬ ออ™อœอ–อ•'ฬดออ อŒฬšฬ‚อ‹ฬ‰ฬฆฬฃฬชอ“อ“ฬคฬฒฬฒsฬตฬพฬ‚ฬ›ออฬ›ฬŒฬฬ›ฬอฬ™ฬ  ฬตฬ’ฬ‰ฬฟอ˜ฬอ†อŒฬšอ’อŠฬ„ฬ›อฬฉฬนฬชฬคอ”ฬฐฬฃฬผอˆnฬทฬƒฬ‡อฬ’อ ฬอ‚ฬ„ฬ•อ˜ฬฝฬˆฬƒฬ…อ‰ฬ ฬฉฬeฬทอ€อŠฬฬ”ฬƒฬพฬŒอฬฝอ„อ‘ฬ“อœอ“ฬนฬซxฬดอƒฬŠฬฝฬŽฬ‘ฬปtฬถฬ‡อŒอ‹ฬ…อŒฬŽอ’อฬฬฌฬฎฬญอœฬณอ•ฬ—ฬ™ฬ™ฬญฬฌฬฃฬฏ?ฬดฬ‹ฬ•ฬ—อฬบฬผฬชฬž"
Meanwhile, Danny was sitting bored in his throne when a rather frightening new ghost forced her way in.
She demands an audience with him, introduces herself as Lois, and bullies him into making an interdimensional Passport.
She bullies Walker into agreeing that a Passport would make interdimensional travel follow the rules.
She has Danny searching various dimensions to find hers, because she wants to spend her afterlife with her still alive alien husband.
Danny...is too scared of her to tell her no.
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GUYS LOOK AT MY MAN HOLY FUCK THEY REANIMATED THIS SCENE IN THE BLU RAY IM SO FUCKING AHHHHH
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Vincent Price as Prince Prospero
The Masque of the Red Death (1964)//dir. Roger Corman
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vorestarr ยท 5 months
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so i noticed when playing the epilogue that illithid Tav wants to eat brains, but the specific part of the brain they want to eat depends on the character, so i looked through the parsed dialogue and compiled all of them!
which part of each brain a mindflayer Tav would savor:
Astarion: "Astarion's sweet brain may be less wrinkled than the rest, but you hunger for its teasing cells. His parietal lobe - which controls his sense of touch - will be an aphrodisiac in your maw."
Gale*: "You would save his temporal lobe for last, if you were to eat Gale. Language. Learning. Memory. He must have quite the fine example."
Halsin: "Every time Halsin speaks of balance, your thoughts cannot behave. You only dream of what his cerebellum tastes like, when it sends the signals to his vestibular system to keep him from wobbling."
Jaheira: "Weary Jaheira. Over time, her stresses may have shrunk her hippocampus, making its taste more intense."
Karlach: "You consider Karlach's brain stem - the stalk meant to regulate her body's temperature. Will it come pre-cooked?"
Lae'zel*: "Lae'zel's motor cortex - that which controls her fine movements - will be harshly disciplined. That will make her especially chewy - just how you like a cortex to be."
Minsc: "There are cruel rumours spread, that Minsc may once have suffered injury to his brain. You could set the slander right at last - tell the world every bite was perfect."
Minthara: "With all Minthara's hate, you wonder if her cerebro-spinal fluid will be bitter to sip?"
Shadowheart: "Think of Shadowheart's cerebellum, which controls her dextrous hands. Any ritual caster must have a tightly commanded hindbrain."
Wyll: "Wyll's frontal lobe, which processes his judgement and measured words, would be a delicacy befitting his nobility." (Or "fit for a Grand Duke" if that was his outcome.)
(*You can't eat god-Gale's or astral-projection-Lae'zel's brains.)
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