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detshin · 2 months

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I'm in detroit become human hell again so... here we are once more with the AUs.

Fear not! Heiji and Shinichi WILL become bffs (or bfs that's on you), it's in their dna, in every universe it just has to happen.

Hakuba was created to catch Kid but he ends up becoming deviant when he helps him get away in one case where Kid is hurt and very close to being caught by the police.

Shinichi becomes deviant slowly as he starts to prioritise the safety and feelings of the people around him (specially Heiji because he's his partner) over the case, putting himself in harm's way in order to protect them instead of sticking to just doing his job.

(I had to make Hakuba the RK900 because in Heiji's words, Shinichi and him are very similar, but Shinichi has a childlike cuteness going on for him that makes him "more likeable".)

#detective conan #dcmk #shinichi kudo #heiji hattori #hakuba saguru #kaito kid #my art #heishin #hakukai #or not?#again #up to your interpretation

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sapphicseasapphire · 1 month

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I’m so incredibly busy but here’s some art!!!

#the legend of zelda #chain as cryptids au #links meet au #cryptid sky #my art #i love the bird boy #this can be read as time: the concept or time: the hero #up to your interpretation #cac art

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what-if-i-just-did · 1 month

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(Part of this)

This Broken Angel With His Shotgun

Cas was drunk. Getting drunk was easier nowadays.

..shotgun, fighting 'till the war's won,

He was crying, too. Things like that weren't under his control anymore.

I don't care if Heaven won't take me back

He took another swig and he started singing along. The lyrics were wrong, so he sang better ones.

I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe,

"I threw away my faith, Dean, just to keep you safe"

He was off-key and black-out drunk, drowning is his days past.

Don't you know you're everything I have?

"Don't you know you're everything I had?" His voice broke on the last word.

And I-I-I-I-I,

The song played on after that, but the human didn't listen much.

He'd been an angel with a shotgun, fought until the war was done, now Heaven wouldn't take him back.

He drowned in his bottles that night, the only memory that would last being a headache.

#minific #destiel #angst #tw alchoholism #destiel angst #human castiel #castiel #spn #endverse cas #I didn't write this with a specific era in mind #so it could be endverse or s9 or whatever #up to your interpretation

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kurlyfrasier · 2 years

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Gedet’ye (Please)

Synopsis: Mando finds Reader on the brink of death.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Warnings: Angst. This can be considered...sad. Possible death? Idk, up to your interpretation. Din is worried. Very worried. Mando’a is...kinda used (she says after she adds an 8 word glossary).

Disclaimer: I do not own any Star Wars/Mandalorian anything.

A/N: I’m sorry. Also, is this technically a drabble?

Word Count: 593 (hmm...this is unusually short for me)

Mando’a:

~ Ner Kar'ta (Nair Kah-ROH-ta): my heart

~ Di'kut (DEE-koot): idiot

~ Aruetii (ah-roo-AH-tee): foreigner/outsider

~ Atin (ah-TEEN): stubborn

~ Burc'ya (BOOR-sha): friend (can be used ironically)

~ Cyar'tomade (SHAR-toe-MAH-day): fans/supporter/devotee

~ Dala (DAH-la): woman

~ Gedet'ye (geh-DET-yay): please

Pronunciations found here.

“No!” The voice, modulated as always, sounded closer than you thought. “Ner Kar’ta!”

Hmm…You wondered what that meant. Had never heard that word before. Di’kut, you knew. Aruetii, you had figured out eventually. Atin, he called you that all the time. Burc’ya, you liked best, especially when he told others you were his friend. Sometimes he even called you his biggest cyar’tomade. That one always made you laugh. Dala, you found was for when he was irritated with you.

“Gedet’ye,” he begged, not that you knew what it meant either, but the way his voice shook- the way his hands frantically moved to find where you were hurt. There was no way he wasn’t begging- pleading- for something.

You wished you could give it to him. Whatever it was.

“Ner Kar’ta,” the word sounded pleasant. You would have to ask him what it meant when you woke up later. Although it was strange for you to sleep this time of day with the suns glaring down at you. Normally you didn’t sleep well in the light. “Gedet’ye, ner kar’ta. Don’t die on me.”

Oh. Is that what gedet’ye meant? Were you dying?

“Ha,” you choked out. The tiny bark of laughter coughing a spurt of blood more than conveying his dramatics.

“Atin,” he growled through what sounded like a smile, shaking his less-than-usually shiny, helmeted head. “Let’s get you to the Crest.”

A groan tore from your throat as he lifted you up in his arms. It was a protest. You didn’t want him to think you were weak. You wanted to walk on your own two feet back to the ship. Back home. But nothing came out except an indecipherable moan and your arms wouldn’t stop flailing out of your control outside of his grip, bouncing with each heavy step he took.

“I got you,” he stated. “Just keep breathing.”

From the way your lungs burned, that was easier said than done.

“Wha-”

“No talking,” he stated, irritation floating to your ears. Nothing unusual between the two of you. You knew too well how to push his buttons.

So you tried again. “Wha-”

“I mean it. No talking,” you knew that tone. It was his ‘listen to me or die of your own stupidity’ tone when things got bad. “Breathe, ner kar’ta,” he stated, gentle, yet firm this time. “For me. Gedet’ye.”

For him?

Yeah, okay.

That changed things.

You would do anything for him.

You rolled your eyes at him as his echoed footsteps entered the crest. A wordless view on his dramatics. He was such a worry wart. A relieved sigh escaped your lips now that the suns were no longer blinding you. Sleep would come easy now. You closed your eyes when you felt something solid beneath you.

“No. Don’t close those eyes. Stay with me. Don’t close those eyes,” his mantra of a demand was a herculean task to follow, but you did. Even as he continued to repeat it. Over and over and over.

A blinding flash of pain made you cry out during his ministrations. You tried slapping him away, but your arms were pinned down. One between your side and the cold, metal wall of the Crest. The other stuck between something warm.

His voice continued to speak. At least, you think he was talking. Likely telling you what he was doing, but it was all incoherent. One word meshed into the next, forming a strange sort of babble to your ears. The sound alone, rough and modulated, kept you calm until darkness overtook you.

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A/N: You guys...I’m not sure if I actually finished this. I mean, what kind of ending was that?

Mando’a:

~ Ner Kar'ta (Nair Kah-ROH-ta): my heart

~ Di'kut (DEE-koot): idiot

~ Aruetii (ah-roo-AH-tee): foreigner/outsider

~ Atin (ah-TEEN): stubborn

~ Burc'ya (BOOR-sha): friend (can be used ironically)

~ Cyar'tomade (SHAR-toe-MAH-day): fans/supporter/devotee

~ Dala (DAH-la): woman

~ Gedet'ye (geh-DET-yay): please

Pronunciations found here.

Like what you read? There’s more here, on my Masterlist!

#mandalorian #fanfic #my writing #din x reader #angst #sad #possible death #up to your interpretation #mando'a

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nemkero · 1 month

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atla au but nothing changes except sokka is taller and zuko is shorter

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zytes · 1 year

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look alive, sunshine

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rendevok · 9 months

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favorite thing ♡

the inspo:

aaaaand some inner dialogue for your viewing pleasure:

#narumitsu #wrightworth #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #just so we’re clear on what’s what: the MAIN joke is that phoenix is disagreeing with him #what his favorite thing IS… well.. i’ll leave that up to you (but you can read my thoughts later in tags)#fan art #ace attorney #aa #rendoodles #weirdly proud of how these turned out despite how uncleaned they still are #one of my interpretations of this would be Phoenixs favorite thing isn’t disagreeing with Miles but rather the faces he makes when he does #you could also go for the sappy ‘you’re my favorite thing’ or the less so ‘your ASS is my favorite thing’#truly the options are limitless. please let your imagination fly like the wind

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terracottakore · 3 months

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#im still an artist i swear... i just have terrible art block #slowly trying to get out of it though !#bdoubleo100 #ethoslab #zombiecleo #up to your interpretation but #trafficshipping #clethubs #just in case (^_^)#terracottaart

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very-uncorrect · 4 months

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I click off immediately

#it's an immediate ick for me #like if you can't stick to the canon pronouns of a character I'm not gonna listen to your theory #it's such a surface level thing and it's actually important to the story that their gender isn't up to interpretation #if you can't grasp that then your theory is probably grasping at straws too #deltarune #kris deltarune #kris dreemurr

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yeetus-feetus · 5 months

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one day Tim gets shot in the shoulder. The bullet goes straight through so he doesn't bother anyone about it. He hates bothering people with his injuries when there's people more in need than him. He goes home and collapses in bed, he'll deal with it tomorrow.

When he wakes up though, he finds that someone has already come and fixed him up while he was asleep. The area surrounding the bullet wound has been completely numbed too. What the fuck?

There's a flattened bullet hanging from his neck, and Tim wonders if it's the same bullet that went through him. It must be right? Why else would whoever fixed him up give it to him?

The bullet hangs on a shiny gold chain, and Tim stares at it in the mirror. Rubbing his fingers over it and coming to the conclusion it must be real gold. He'll check, just to make sure.

He also needs to investigate who the fuck has gold and expensive pain relief to waste on him. Why they did it. And how the hell they knew Tim was not only injured, when he told absolutely no one, but also found the bullet used on him.

What the fuck.

But this keeps happening, and Tim continues to be confused. He gets injured badly and tells no one, and the next day he's patched up and gifted gold.

Thing is, he can't really tell anyone without admitting he's been hiding his injuries. He can't stand to see Dick's worried expression, or listen to Bruce's disappointed lecture. There's more important things to worry about in Gotham.

He breaks his hand on patrol and when he wakes up the next morning it's been bandaged and put in a splint. Fuck. That was his dominant hand too!

His other hand feels heavy and when he brings it up to examine it as well, his fingers are adorned in various rings of gold.

A deep cut into his flesh and he passes out on his own floor, only to wake up in bed with perfect stitches and a burning sensation coming from his ears. He looks in the mirror groggily too see he's been completely wiped down off the coagulated blood that was surely clinging to his skin before his mystery nurse came to visit.

Not only is he clean and completely patched up, but there's gold hanging from his ears. Both ears are double pierced with perfect hoops of gold threaded through all four new punctures, well- 2 new punctures and 2 re-punctured.

His ears burn. It stings. But the earnings look so pretty, he looks really nice with them.

He smiles.

Then, his mug breaks. His favorite mug. And it's the cherry on top of a horrible, exhausting week. He'd been so stressed and overwhelmed and all he wanted was something to drink! Why did everything have to go wrong? Why did Bruce have to yell at him for doing what he knew he needed to do!? It wasn't fair... and everything just came crashing down all at once.

Tim crumples to the floor and begins to sob uncontrollably, cradling the broken pieces of his mug in shaking hands.

He wakes up in his bed.

It's odd, because he doesn't remember taking himself to bed last night. He's pretty sure he cried himself to sleep on his less-than-clean kitchen floor.

But he's used to this by now. Passing out somewhere and ending up tucked into bed by some mysterious being that Tim still hasn't managed to figure out.

It's nice.

It's really nice actually. It's comforting to know something is caring for him and keeping him safe and he doesn't have to embarrass himself by asking for it.

Except... the space in the bed next to him is warm. That's-

That hasn't happened before....

When he pads into the kitchen it's been cleaned, top to bottom. And his mug is waiting for him on the counter.

Except it's not broken anymore.

There is his favorite mug, whole again and full of steaming tea. Tim scrunches his nose at that, he'd much prefer coffee. But the aroma is nice, soothing, and he carefully picks it up to run his fingers over the lines of gold that glue the shattered pieces together.

Kintsugi.

And then it hits him.

The hair on his neck stands up, a small shiver running through him.

Someone's been treating Tim as their personal art project. Someone's trying to mend him with gold, trying to piece all that's left of him back together like he's fractured pottery.

He doesn't know how he feels about that...

A conflicting mix of dread and warmth settling heavy in his gut, bordering on the edge of uncomfortable and pleasant fullness.

But it's not like he has the words to describe the odd sensation. ..But he likes it.

#tim drake #tim drake robin #tim drake wayne #timothy drake #fic ideas #Is this for a ship?#That's up to you and your interpretation #story ideas #kintsugi

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bonchobrick · 1 year

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So I’ve seen some posts going around about a ‘Bruce adopts Danny and everyone thinks they’ll finally have a normal family member—Danny is very not normal’ and here’s my late night take on it.

Or

Danny batfam au where they batfam tries really hard to keep their vigilante ass-kicking nightlife a secret from danny because he is ‘the only normal one in the family’ this becomes a problem however when danny gets kidnapped.

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The batfam all work together in a deeply serious family meeting to save their boy. After hours of combining their brains together they come up with a plan that will effectively save danny from joker, kick joker’s ass, and also make them look really cool while doing it.

So they bust in that warehouse, guns blazing, explosions fading in the background, a gust of dramatic dust covers the air

Batman steps infront of the rest of the team and demands to the blurry figure somewhere in the distance, “Where is Danny!”

The dust clears–they expect bad guys pointing weapons meancingly at them, they expect a cackle of a wicked clown amused at whatever plot he had planned coming to life, they expected a terrified boy perhaps tied somewhere likely siting in a chair that joker could present to the bats as a way of taunting them.

The dust settles–they observed their surroundings looking around and realize that, there are few new facts to be added into this ‘defeat the villain, get the bro, happy ending equation’

There is decidedly no weapons being pointed at them: In fact, all of the henchmen are already knocked out and tied up.

There is decidedly no evil laughs being echoed their way: In fact, the only noise that isnt coming from them is a light scritch scratch of a pencil

And there is decidedly no terrified little boy, there is a Danny however and he seems to be doing alright–actually scratch that.

Danny is doing wonders for the situation he’s in right now: In fact–

–Danny is sitting criss cross applesauce on-top a knocked out tied up Joker doing his algebra homework

The small blue eyed boy looks up at Batman's voice and visibly brightens, “Oh hey guys, I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Jason says with the utmost of comprehension, “...what.”

“So hi, I’m kinda new to gotham so sorry about beating these guys up, I think they’re villains? I dunno, anyways if you could take care of these guys while I call an uber home that’d be great.”

Danny sends them a blinding smile which would've been adorable if there weren’t a massive pile of bodies he were casually walking away from.

As Danny nears the exit he looks over his shoulder to the baffled group of vigilantes and blinks

“Oh yeah one last thing,” Danny rubs the back of his neck nervously, “Could you guys not tell the Waynes about this.”

Damian speaks up for the rest of his frozen family, albeit hesitantly, “I do think they have already been alerted of your kidnapping.”

“Oh no that's fine.” Danny starts nervously, “It's more about me being the… fighter… in this situation. I was just adopted by them and they seem really nice, I don’t want to scare them away being all grrrr im a scary monster boy and i love to hurt people argh.”

“I don’t think they’d think you're a monster.” Tim adds quietly

“Eh, tell that to my birth parents–they went psycho on me. Like evil scientist psycho, it was not as awesome as the movies make it sound, having scientists for parents.” Danny says bittersweet as he admits with a shrug

There is a moment of silence as the batfamily reevaluate the adoption file that states Danny’s family before they passed were very good people–albeit a bit excentric.

Dick blurts out, “Where did you learn to fight?”

Danny sends him an anxious chuckle, “I actually started when I was fourteen–my town always ran into some trouble so I had to step up. It’s part of the reason I moved here actually. I really don’t want anything to do with that hero vigilante life anymore…” The boy puts his hands together in a pleading motion, “So please don’t tell The Waynes!”

Bewildered at the situation as a whole they nod in a daze

The boys eyes widen at their easy agreement and he grins, “Thank you so so much! I’ve got to go now, it’s way past my curfew. but you’ll probably see me again next time I get kidnapped–I’ll make sure to put in a good word for you guys with my family bye!”

And just like that Danny slips off into the night leaving behind a family who were so sure they finally found a normal addition to their pack.

Jason sighs looking forlornly at the spot Danny had previously been standing, “You could just never pick the just semi-mentally healthy normal kids could you?”

Bruce groans pinching his the bridge of his nose

#dc x dp #dp x dc #fanfiction #danny phantom #batfam #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #maybes a fic #this was fun to write so probs part 2 later #Batfam: hello normal son #Danny with practicing the knot he learned in home ed on 37 criminals: hey guys #batfam: fuck #danny is a little shit #it’s up to your interpretation whether or not he’s genuinely clueless about the Waynes being the Bats #or if he’s fucking with them #ohkay going to sleep bye bye #mwah #also we do not see the bad grammar haha gn #veerliwrites

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medusas-graveyard · 4 months

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We all love eldritch abomination Danny but consider: Pseudo-psychopomp Danny & his eldritch puppy.

Whereas Danny doesn't know how he ended up in Gotham with Cujo, this small ghost puppy that seemingly would act as his guard dog. It doesn't help that Cujo was the one who was behind all the serial murders in Gotham, where corpses are found unrecognizable and seemingly mauled to death by a canine.

("Cujo is a good boy! It's just that they're bad people...I think...?")

It also doesn't help that he got somewhat adopted in the process.

#who adopted him is up to your interpretation #danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #dpxdc prompts #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt

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fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma · 6 months

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a wip for u lovely people bc I won’t be active for a little bit during exam time :)

#zukka #zuko x sokka #zukka fanart #atla #atla fanart #where they are right now is up to your interpretation #I just love drawing hugs #I could draw hugs forever #theyre just so cozy #but anyway #yes I live in a weird place and finals are like 2 weeks away shush

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purplesound · 2 days

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his babygirl💕

#helluva boss #helluva stolas #helluva blitzo #helluva stolitz #stolas #blitzo #stolitz #after the trailer i need some comfort with them😭#also who is the babygirl? well it's up for your interpretation :)#both of them are babygirls in their own right <3 #my art

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ohitslen · 10 months

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Something other about his eyes

Bonus! Based on this quick thing I did this afternoon and the idea took a bit more shape and turned into that thing from above uEK

#not too much effort on the colors with this one #o would’ve left it just with lineart but at the end I thought it would look nicer with some rough shadows #shadowing. you know what I meant.#his plant markings being extremely faint on his eyes when they aren’t glowing is very true to me also #I think itd be awesome if Vash’s eyes would just look like that when he isn’t masking #or they could be a bit more lax but still look like they are staring far far away into the void #or into your souls if you so happen to make eye contact with him. like woowoo over here #he is probably listening for one of his sisters who is not so close to him. maybe even Kni? who knows it’s up to interpretation #Vash’s hair can be such a nightmare also. I do not think of physics when drawing him whatsoever #I give him the Mickey Mouse ears treatment sometimes and some other I actually respect the fact that his hair will always be swept #to the right. if you haven’t noticed that yet. I think it’s way more noticeable on the 2d art #which is a nice touch! considering that’s the direction I’m which his haircut was when they were kids. isn’t that fun #anyways weird Vash for me once again and I’ll share a little with you. ah I’ll get to the requests later btw!#trigun #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #vashwood #trigun fanart #vash #wolfwood #nicholas trigun #lenssi draws #vash saverem #ah extra note. this is meant to be pre plant revelation. I think Vash would already know about what WW is there for since very early on #but about the plant thing he was still a little doubtful since he wouldn’t think Kni would disclose that information so easily.#so seeing that Nick has a very keen eye and is very observant kind of ticks him off even though he is just the same. so maybe that’s why #it ticks him in the first place. headcanons everywhere in this household

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knifearo · 9 months

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i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as a binary i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as a sliding scale of "less" to "more" i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as the only two options i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as significantly different things i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as all encompassing i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as the two halves of a shallow concept of love that doesn't actually encompass anything at all i think we need to overhaul every popular conception about "types" of love so we can talk about things that are real and true for once

#in conclusion. alloromantics stfu up about love challenge #hate using the term platonic so much actually. cause even if it has a definition that is what it Should mean #you know that people don't actually think about it that way.#you say 'platonic' and you might Mean an all-encompassing love. but how it's interpreted is shorthand for 'just friends'#so like. the word platonic isn't Really for me is it :|#platonic gets presented like a consolation prize for aro people no matter where you turn #but fundamentally rn it comes from a concept of platonic and romantic as the two kinds of love #where platonic is for family and friends and nothing More.#and romantic is for the relationships that overhaul all else #so 'aros can still feel platonic love!' ok. what if it's not platonic as you know it though.#'oh then it's romantic!' k but it's not romantic either. will your framework explode if i say that #'aros can still feel platonic love!' why do you say that like it's a second-best option and expect me to identify with it...#again. platonic might Actually mean smth i experience. but it won't be Heard that way. do you get what i'm saying #i don't experience 'platonic blurring into romantic' cause i will never feel romantic love actually. those lines are still blurring though #ummmmm in conclusion. killing and biting #aromantic #aromanticism #aroace #arospec #talking

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