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mrtequilasunset · 9 months
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eleonorpiteira · 6 months
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Weight of a Feather, Assassin's Creed: Origins fanart, watercolour and acrylic gouache on hot press paper, 17.8 x 25.4 cm
This is one of those that I don't care if no one likes it, or if there are obvious mistakes/things that don't make sense, I'm proud of myself for managing to do it traditionally and that's that. It's for no one but me, I'm just sharing it with you :)
I started it in 2021, even began to paint it, but burnout is a bitch and I couldn't finish it then. Recently I decided to see if I could complete it traditionally and this is the result! It was inspired by a screenshot I took where Bayek's face is entirely in shadow. I then added elements that relate to Ma'at, the goddess of truth and justice, and the ceremony of the Weighing of the Heart, where she'd weigh a dead person's heart against her ostrich feather, to see if they were worthy of going on to the Field of Reeds (a sort of paradise). (Egyptologists don't @ me 😭)
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shoujo-dreamland · 3 months
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birdybat · 5 months
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Talia in her classic qipao!! I’m so glad she seems to have both Arab and Chinese features and she’s finally portrayed as protecting Damian. Also, Ubu’s first appearance since 2016 and he’s very classic Talia so this issue will be very exciting.
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chernozemm · 6 months
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The man that I love sat me down last night And he told me that it's over, dumb decision
And I don't wanna feel how my heart is rippin' In fact, I don't wanna feel, so I stick to sippin' And I'm out on the town with a simple mission
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DP x DC AU
Danny's gonna adopt all the Halfas in Gotham whether he wants to or not, and it's gonna start with the little dead girl he found after crawling out of that portal in the league base.
Pt 2 here. My Au Art
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There's a dead little girl sitting on the rug in front of Danny's coffee table curiously eating Cheetos.
Well, she's not all the way dead, only half, could even be a little less then that, Danny would know he's sort of the leading expert on being half dead.
Her skins blue, like comic book mystique blue, vibrant and impossible to miss. Shes got these big black eyes and a nasty split going straight through her upper lip to just under her right eye.
She's also missing her nose, it's just gone, no cartilage left over just the gaping nasal cavity like skulls have.
The little girl looks dead, she is dead, or she's at least as dead as Danny is which is almost exclusively in name only.
Her name is Curaré, Danny only knows it because it's been branded into the skin of the little girls neck, just under the curve of her bald skull.
Curaré is terribly thin, the little toddler sized T-shirt she has on hangs loose around her torso where baby fat should fill it out.
She's horrible to look at, a tiny nightmare, her corpse like coloring doing nothing to mitigate the appearance.
Curaré was neither a healthy nor normal little girl, there was no way Danny could have left that league facility without her.
Oh and she almost exclusively spoke in Spanish which made finding her dinner hard.
Not that Cheetos are really dinner, little kids need to eat more then that Danny was pretty sure, like 89% sure. Although they did have a lot of calories...
Danny tilts his head absently as he looks at her, the little demon being illuminated red and green by the glow of the TV. She's enraptured by the Scooby doo rerun Gotham's only spanish language channel is playing tonight.
As if she can feel his eyes she turns to him and tilts her head the same way.
Danny blinks at her, Curaré blinks back.
" Uh- " Danny starts, trying to remember anything from his Spanish elective from sophomore year. God, his teacher had been right he had needed to study more. " The Cheetos, you like them? They're uh...bueno? Oh! Son Buenos?"
He points his finger down at the snack sized bag in her grasp, her fingers are tiny , they must be so fragile, looking at the desperate grasp they have on the bag makes Danny's chest hurt. How could anyone be so small? Had Danny ever been that small?
Curaré blinks again, long and slow, processing Danny's words. She looks down at her Cheetos and back up at Danny then she carefully holds the bag out to him.
" Oh no that's ok they're for you kiddo" Danny insists.
Curaré shakes the bag at him, like enticing a stray cat with treats but he only shakes his head again.
She gives up after that, shrugging and turning back to her cartoons.
Inside her chest Danny can feel her ghost core vibrate placidly as Scooby and Shaggy run across the TV in a panic.
Danny's own core can't help but try to match it's frequency, a low contented humming echoes between them, safe it seems to say.
Curaré can't be older then 4, which means she was resurrected young and that she died even younger. Danny doesn't know how any of it happened, halfas aren't created easily, the amount of energy needed...
She's so small.
He hopes it was fast, whatever it was that did this to her, made her like him.
Danny also hopes that her injuries aren't permanent. Some ghosts keep the carnage of their corpses well into the after life but as a Halfa Curaré should heal, even if she got those injuries during her ressurction. For her sake it'll be much easier to find some sense of normalcy if she isn't always actively bleeding, even if the blood itself is just an ecto-echo of real blood.
Danny curls his knees up to his chest and hides his face for a moment just trying to breathe. He's too young to be taking care of a toddler, he's still six months away from turning 18 and hes got school on Monday. His eyes burn and his throat constricts as he tries to swallow.
No one else but Danny would know how to take care of Curaré, and she's got no family to try and stumble their way through it. Danny can't take her back to the league and he sure as hell isn't going to search for whoever put that brand on her neck.
Even if he dropped her off at the fire station Gotham only has one Meta focused orphanage, it's state run and all the kids in it have to wear little prison style jump suits. And the food sucks, Danny can personally vouch for that.
She doesn't have a home, she's just as out of place here in Gotham as Danny is. Danny really wishes, not for the first time, that he had an adult here. Like Jazz or hell even Mr. Fuckin Lancer.
Just anyone. Anyone who could tell Danny what to do about this. Who could help him out with the child he's suddenly acquired.
He wishes anyone else was here so it wouldn't just be him and Curaré. Two dead kids sitting on the floor of a studio apartment in the Bowery watching cartoons.
What a pair the two of them will make, oh God. Danny laughs as a few tears stain his jeans.
Curaré makes a curious little noise that has Danny forcing his head up. She's reached the inevitable end of her snack sized bag and she looks absolutely devastated. She turns to look at him, tilting the empty bag towards him as if to say ' can you believe this shit!'
Danny can't help but give her a watery smile, no more crying Fenton, and wipes his nose on the back of his hand.
" Okay, one thing at a time." Danny tells himself. " You finished your Cheetos and now it's time for dinner, right? Stop me if I'm wrong."
Curaré just looks at him.
Danny's not worried, they're gonna have all the time in the world to teach her to appreciate humour and also English.
" I'm going to take that as a yes. " Danny hops up off the floor and goes to find his phone, nobody does dinner like the local Batburger.
Little foot steps follow him into the hallway, he'll have to get used to that sound he's going to be hearing it a lot.
Food first, everything would be better after they ate.
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For BG I imagine he's been living in Gotham for a few months and found Curaré while popping in and out of different portals in Gotham. (Who woulda guessed that some portal in Gotham leads right to the lazarus pit)
Note: if u wanna see cool art for this AU it's all in the Danny and the little dead girl au tag on my pg!
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niekarpart · 3 months
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new year’s starting off strong with an obsession with a 2009 game 💪 im also trying to learn how to use procreate, might drop a little comic soon
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imminent-danger-came · 4 months
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The Devil and the Lovers
Stills Under the Cut!
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soup--champ · 2 years
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Old habits die hard
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conceptofjoy · 5 months
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satoshy12 · 3 months
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Younger Beloved and Talia
Talia and around 20s Danny.
An angry Talia, without saying any words, moved into the Wayne Manor. They are all confused and just want to know why she was pregnant!!
So Bruce asked it, just to be sure.
Talia:" I am angry at my beloved! So till I am better, I am staying with Damian and Pennyworth till i am better!"
She had met Danny while in the back and fought him. Fighting is love for the Fentons. And her attacking him made her ask him on a date. Which she did; he fought Feral but was strong!
Bruce:" Why are you angry at your beloved?" Bruce is very happy that she will leave him alone now. Damian is confused as hell. But who cares? He will open a bottle of wine!
Talia:" HE GOT FATHER TO RETIRE!"
You should see her father now just spending time with his wives well their ghosts in his house, looking after the children.
Bruce:" And that is bad. Why?" The day can't get better!
Talia:" Who will save the environment when it's in danger when Father retires?" Talia said she is full of belief!
+ Stupid Phantom! All he did was talk with her father for a few days in his realm. The next thing she knew, her father had retired! + And made the league the protector of humanity against the supernatural.
Well, she didn't know about it; she was angry that she left before she heard about it.
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So she will stay here few days before Danny will come and find her. His paperwork would take him few days before he comes.
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anzulvr · 6 months
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Karma with a perfectionist mom-like reader (good grades, sweet, used to be class A yada yada) that pretends to be aloof and innocent but secretly has similar humour to Rio and Karma?
Like imagine reader saying "the things I'd let them do to me." With the most stoic, nonchalant face ever 💀 or them watching Karma beat a bully till they're back with God with a small supportive smile going, "You're doing great, darling! Take your time. 👍"
what’s up ty for request sorry this took forever😭!! This is my first time posting in a while and I still haven’t done all request :,).
— You’re the walking embodiment of the “I could accept him as he is- the atrocities are apart of him” tiktok audio.
— Before you joined E class, no one really knew you personally(except for Karma) so the first few days were pretty formal.
— That was until you got comfortable and your more outgoing side showed through.
— You went from sweet and quiet to making the most out of pocket jokes.
(does anyone say that anymore? idk!!)
— Even then, you’re still really kind and helpful, just not in the ways they’d really expect.
Someone needs tissues? You’ve got it.
Someone feels sleepy? They can rest on your shoulder!
Karma needs 12 ounces of Wasabi and Sriracha to torture a grown man with? You’ve got it.
Your classmates think you’re a bit too helpful.
— Yk how they call Karma a sadist all the time? They coin you with the masochist name to match.
(Couple goals???)
— E class can never guess what you’re next line is going to be.
“That should be me.” And it’s Karma dragging Nagisa in a fight.
— You praise Karma a lot. Like alottt.
(He needs to get the Validation somewhere)
It gets to his head too. (Korosensei needs to humble him again)
Karma will finish beating someone up and all you say is
“Karma you’re so talented!” Or “Karma you’re so strong!!”
(No ones even surprised anymore😭. They’re come to terms with it.)
Course there’s still lots of ways you and Karma differ.
Even if you’re able to be a more real version of yourself after leaving A class you’re still responsible!
So a lot of the times you keep Karma in check.
“Let’s skip.”
“No we can’t..! It’s against the rules and Korosensei would be-”
“Alright, alright I get it.”
— Karma beat money out from some delinquent? You hand out bandaids, unless they were really reallly shitty- in that case no bandaids.
— You get along with Rio so well, like cheese and toast, strawberry & vanilla, and whatever two other things go together!!
She’s so psyched when she finds out you and Karma are together because she can (lovingly?) embarrass the hell out of both of you.
— don’t worry though Karmas already got a great plan to get back at her, and you’ve probably got everything he needs in that bag of yours.
<3 again sorry this took like forever, and sorry to everyone who I haven’t replied to yet :(!! Ik it’s been super long.
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shoujo-dreamland · 4 months
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purple-goo-writes · 5 months
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No clue if this has been done but-
Amnesiac!Danny kidnapped or found in the Pits by the League of Assassins and is Damian's Nanny. After all what better protector and nanny for the Prince then an unkillable creature from the Pits?
Possibly Dead On Main where the two undead boys naturally drift together while Jason is with the League?
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inesvazquezart · 1 year
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If Anya was into Star Wars this would happen
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spacedace · 1 year
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Damian doesn't know who Santa Claus is and Danny tries to gaslight him into believing in Santa
Okay but, like, wouldn't even be gaslighting! Santa canonically does exist in the DC universe, I think I remember reading something about him fighting through an army in hell to give Darkseid a single piece of coal once?
So like, Danny doesn't have to gaslight Damian into believing Santa's real, he just has to pull out the proof (Danny has a binder of everything he knows about the Spirit of Christmas for the purpose of when he eventually goes to war with him, Danny hates Christmas so fucking much haha) and show him evidence that Santa is real.
Probably ranting the entire time about how much he hates the guy & Christmas and it's obvious that this is Danny's arch nemesis. His one true villain above all others. Pariah Dark? A nuisance. Dark Dan? Just a tuesday. Santa? That motherfucker is the bane of Danny's existence and he will pay for what he's done (spread Christmas cheer).
And Danny's the newest member to the family. Damian's been encouraged to get to know his new brother and try and bond with him a bit, make him feel like part of the family. So, obviously, the best way to do that is to help Danny in his quest for vengeance.
And of course Tim & Jason end of getting roped in on this. Damian's grown since he's first came to live with his father. He still is a little brat to his older brothers - he's the baby of the family it's his right - but he doesn't actively hate them anymore and can admit when their particular skills would be useful. Tim is the best at strategizing, and Jason is a combat master with access to all sorts of weapons. With all of them working together Santa has no chance, they will destroy him.
Which all just makes me think of something like this happening lol:
“What…uh, what are they doing?” Duke glanced between the chaos unfolding in the family room to where Dick was calmly seated in his favorite chair, sipping idly at a cup of coffee.
“Sibling bonding.” Dick said. There was that specific aura of calm around him that said that he’d already gone through several crisis and all the stages of grief at least twice. Considering the calamity and chaos the eldest batkid had seen over the years - and especially the last few months since Bruce officially adopted Danny and brought him into the fold - it was a bad sign that he’d reached this particular state of Done (TM) before noon. The earliest Dick even woke up was two in the afternoon.
Duke contemplated turning around right then and there - the particular combination of people all excitedly feeding off each other’s feral energy on the other side of the room was a catastrophe in the making he didn’t want to be anywhere near when it finally breached containment and spilled out into the wider world - but unfortunately he was cursed with the curiosity that afflicted all members of the bat clan.
“It looks like they’re plotting to try and kill Santa Claus.”
Dick turned to look at Duke fully for the first time since he’d entered the room. He had the eyes of one that was deeply haunted by the horrors they had witnessed. On the other side of the room Tim was ranting about anti-magic tech while Danny, Damian and Jason argued over what weapons would be most effective against a demi god. There were schematics of what looked worryingly like a rocket launcher looking device that - if the scribbles on the whiteboard someone had drug into the room where to be believed - was going to be rigged to shoot ecto-grenades.
“Danny hates Christmas.” Dick said, and Duke noticed for the first time that his hands around the coffee cup were faintly trembling. “He’s declared Santa is his arch nemesis.”
Duke blinked, glancing over to the others long enough to see Danny start frantically scribbling the words Christmas Nuke on the whiteboard. No one else was trying to erase it. Tim looked worriedly contemplative. Damian and Jason where both nodding in agreement.
He was going to regret this. “But Santa isn’t real?”
Dick’s eyes gained a faintly manic glean, and Duke could faintly hear the sound of porcelain creaking warningly beneath the desperate hold he had on his coffee cup. “That’s what I thought!” Dick said, with enough cheer to make Duke flinch back instinctively. “But apparently he is.” A distinct crack appeared in the cup, coffee dripping down into Dick’s lap. “And apparently they’re going to war with him!”
Well, Duke considered, at least that explained why he caught the four of them burning down the giant Christmas tree in the city center last night.
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