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[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[banzack]

some stamp fontz sourced from this account over on deviantart, tho b warned 4 general edgy humor from their other posts. as it was 2010. sure was a different tiem despite wat ppl say. in order the fonts are : stamp (general), ds font, comic sans, original mario bros, super mario world, mario kart ds, block text, final fantasy, transformers, disney adjacent, and futuristic

[versias]

de-aged!Danny & Dani, dp x dc

Dick loves interacting with kids, but he doesn't always love doing it as Nightwing. When Nightwing comes across a child, it's not usually a pretty scene. They're scared or hurt or worse, and he has to bite down his horror and rage to reassure them--yes I am a hero, yes I'm going to help you. Hold on, just hold on.

Those are always the hardest cases. The hardest nights.

He spies a flash of pale light and stops to get a better look, only to see two children stumbling along together through a dark and dirty alleyway. The taller one is leaning heavily on the shorter one. One is dressed in a hospital gown that had seen better days. It was caked in mud and some kind of green substance. The same substance that dripped in their wake, he realized, spying the glowing green puddles.

Blood, he thinks. It's green, searing green like kryptonite or cartoon acid (or Lazarus Water), but it drips like blood. Both of the children glow faintly in the night, from their white hair to their pale skin. Dick taps his comm and murmurs a request for Oracle to send an ambulance his way.

The littler one snaps her head up so fast Dick flinches. They shake their companion from their half-unconscious stupor and they both begin to run. Cursing, Dick grapples after them. Green blood, glowing, super hearing--aliens? What're alien children doing in Bludhaven, though?

"Wait! I'm a hero, I'm trying to help you!" He calls, though he doesn't hold out hope they will.

They don't. Then, they do. But not because they suddenly trust the man in the mask trying to catch up with them. No, they stop because the taller child collapses, folded over their gut and moaning piteously.

The little one shakes them, tries to grab them under their armpits to drag them away, but the little shriek of pain makes them jump back in alarm. Definitely serious injuries.

Dick lands on soft soles, keeping back enough that they won't feel crowded. The little one whirls around, flashing fangs and neon green eyes. She snarls like a wild animal, and it's as hard as it ever is to keep his face comforting and body language open. She braces herself before the older boy, tension in every line of her body. He gets the impression she would rip his throat out with her teeth to protect the one behind her.

He feels a little kinship with her. He'd do the same for his brothers. Not that he knows this is her brother, but they look too similar to not be related.

He stays low, down at eye level for her, and keeps his hands out to his sides. No sudden movements.

"Hello," he says, low and quiet. He's too far for a normal kid to have heard it, but he knows she clocked him from the rooftop. "My name is Nightwing."

Her teeth remain bared, but she doesn't lunge at him when he shuffles a bit closer. Still not in arms' reach.

"Can you understand me?"

Her eyes flicker across his face, then to the alley behind him. He can practically see the calculations running behind her eyes. Weighing him, the situation. She glances back at her brother, keeping him in her peripheral as she does so.

"Your brother looks really hurt," Dick tries. "Let me help you. Two kids shouldn't be running around at night in this city. People aren't always nice here."

Her eyes snap back to him, fury smoldering in them: "No hurt Danny!"

"I don't want to hurt Danny, sweetheart," he assures her. Oracle, in his ear, notes the name and tells him she's running facial recognition on the tikes.

Her eyes narrow. Wow, really good hearing.

"That's my friend, Oracle," Nightwing tells her, his head twitching to indicate the ear the comm is in. "She's worried about you two, just like me. It looks like you need help. Would you let us help you?"

She looks to her brother again, then back to him, then to her brother. The brother's face is pale and sweaty. He's shivering against the concrete. Still, Dick doesn't move. He can't risk hurting the girl trying to help the boy.

"Your friend there looks like he's really hurt, honey," Dick tries. "He needs to see a doctor."

"NO!" She screams, and Dick's comm screams a warped echo with her. He yanks it out of his ear. It sparks and dies. Shit. "NO DOCTOR! DOCTOR HURT DANNY!"

Fuck.

Dick drops the busted comm into a hidden pocket. Oracle would know where he was and send backup.

"Okay, that's... okay, honey. No doctors, then. I can do some first aid. But you'll have to come with me; it's too dirty here to clean wounds."

Triage first. They'd get them to a professional later, but they needed to stop the bleeding now.

The girl considers this, eyes riveted to her brother. He looks bad. He can see her wavering.

"You help Danny," she decides finally. She turns to him and fixes him with the most intense stare he's ever seen. "You hurt, you die."

Dick shudders. Somehow, he believes her.

"Okay," he agrees.

[pseudophan]

sorry i can't take anything in norwegian seriously it sounds so corny. what do you mean i have to write about myself for this potential internship AND it's in norwegian like am i 7 is this a what i did this summer essay can we grow up

[xenoseller]

ㅤshaymin land form flag

please download the psd through this link[link], and if you use this for whatever reason then i ask you to tag me so i can see

this flag was inspired by instinestant's cradily flag

taglist: @radiomogai @io-archival

[iristial]

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll, would eat all the cinnamon rolls in the world, but has the power to kill you and will kill you if necessary: Shouma

Looks like he could kill you and would kill you...only if you're a Granute, or someone shady. Otherwise he can be a cinnamon roll...sin-amon roll...cinnamon roll? (he doesn't like eating cinnamon rolls): Hanto

Looks like a cinnamon roll, would get the recipe to make cinnamon rolls, and is equal measures cinnamon roll and killing you with a glitter-covered baseball bat: Sachika

[moonhuit]

you were like the sun—everyone orbited around you. how could i bring myself to look away? —stephanie burgis (spellcloaked)

[citrusinicake]

prayge i actually decide to work on this

Nobody doesnt know its actual name cause its alchemist got killed by a rival alchemist before he could name it (it was made in a panic hence its imperfection lines). the rival wanted to take Nobody and was about to name it but it panicked and ran away before she could do so

its recommended to create homunulli in a neutral state so as not to influence their souls in creation, but unfortunately since Nobody was made in a panic it now lives in a perpetual state of fear and paranoia. on the flipside Victor was really excited to make Aphrodite so now it's the happiest and most excitable creature on earth

[the-masquerade-council]

-formed

A suffix referring to how or why a specific alter formed, view themself as having formed, and/or are viewed by others in-system, in their system. For example 'Stressformed', would refer to an alter that formed because another alter(s) or the (sub)system as a whole was under stress.

They can also have to do with the alter's feeling about why they exist. For example, an Introject who died in source may consider themself to have been reborn into the system, and as such consider themself 'rebirthformed' ,or similar.

Sub terms under read more

-splitformed

We know that some systems use the term split to refer to any time an alter formed in the system. However we use to specifically refer to new alters that split from already know alters in the system, this often will result in something of the original alter being taken to the new one. I will be using split how we(my system) typically use it, in this post. Example 'griefsplitformed'(shorted to griefsplit) would be an alter that split because of, to deal with, and/or to hold, another alter's grief.

-fuseformed

This would refer to an alter that formed as they are now do to the fusion of alters. For an example 'fearfuseformed'(shorted to fearfused) would be an alter that formed by fusion because of fear.

-wakeformed

An alter the come out of dormancy, and they leaving dormancy is seen as formation for any reason. For example 'ragewakeformed'(shorted to ragewaked) would be an alter that come of dormancy because rage, in a way that is viewed as formation.

-nowPCformed

An alter the formed from a NPC. For example traumanowPCformed(shorted to traumanowPC), would be a NPC that became an alter because, someone in the system/the system went through a new traumatic event or was reminded of past traumas.

All of these suffixes can also be used in combination with role term, in reference to alter that formed for a specific role regardless if they still are that role or not. For example protectorformed is an alter that was originally formed to be a protector, they may or may not still be one.

This was with complex dissociative disorder systems who don't like using "-genic" to describe individual alters(cough cough us) in mind

[hawkogurl]

I think a lot of the time the Spider-Man fandom tends to throw around calling things erasure but I’m not insane for thinking that the fact exactly one (1) adaptation has ever acknowledged that Harry Osborn has schizophrenia kind of is right

I mean it doesn’t surprise me. Both Spider-Man media and the fandom has a bit of a problem with ableism and essentially treating ableism as a lesser form of discrimination. But it doesn’t change the fact that it’s frustrating to watch both adaptations and the fandom often bend over backwards to avoid talking about it.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Template where you have to draw your faves with fevers, but I just drew Yuma 6 different times because he's my top victim~ :3c

SPOILER VERSION BELOW

No form of Yuma is safe from my wrath... Heheh.😈

(tho ramen yuma is spared)

Happy Yuma Month from the Whumpcode CEO~ 🌡️

I'll try to participate as much as I can but probably not every day... I think this is appropriate enough of a start/warmup from me XD

[fallout-lou-begas]

re: the polyamory post - YES THANK YOUUU i'm so fucking sick of opening tumblr or twitter and like. every other day it's just 'polyamorous people are ugly and stupid *one million retweets from other queer people*' again and again and it's like??? first of all, get new jokes. second of all, congrats on getting approval from the straight people in your replies, but guess what!! they still hate you and they think we are exactly the same!! good job bud!!!

literally!!! literally literally!!!!!!! and part of this comes from the fact that after getting divorced from my ex-husband after a brief open-marriage period (which happened because he realized he was a gay man, not anything to do with trying polyamory in and of itself lmao), we realized that, in the wake of our old relationship and dawn of new ones with new people, that i'm definitely non-mongamous and that he does want monogamy. That experience really threw into relief for me how non-mongamy or monogamy really is a thing that you either want or you don't, either works for you or doesn't! and talking with him about these differences between us during that time period through today has always been really illuminating and interesting to me.

[jabberwockprince]

A arcanist’s work. Exhibited in the 1990s for 24 years. Completed in Summer, on September 13. The exhibition was first held in Manila, Philippines, and after 10 years the exhibit later traveled to Spain, before going all over the world.

◆ Medium: Hunger ◆ Afflatus: Banquet of Concrete [Mineral] Everlasting True Love ◆ Fragrance note: Fruity - Raspberry, Apple, Coconut. Meat, copper. ◆ Size: 175cm / 5’7’’

new six stars character yall <3 here's Venison's insight II illustration and their role garment menu (i built that template from SCRATCH bro, i'll drop the psd later) they're my lil mercenary, local cannibal guy, former manus member <3

here's their fullbody sprite under the cut, i got too lazy to actually render it lmfao

[thecandlenightszone]

No 2023 event :(

Hello! I wanted to give a heads up that I won’t be running the event this year. Unfortunately, I don’t feel up to doing so. Even last year I was a bit run down with it, and I feel like it showed.

HOWEVER if anyone else decides to run a TAZ related holiday event, please message me so I can reblog your posts and advertise it here! I’ve loved the little community that’s participated here over the years and it would be great to be able to direct them elsewhere. And if anyone wants advice on how I ran this behind the scenes, I’m totally happy to chat.

Thanks for supporting this event for four whole years! It’s been so much fun to run and I’ve loved seeing everyone’s works. Happy Candlenights to come!

Mod Kez

[velcryons]

actually happy pride specifically to them

[duckapus]

Had the idea of Alice trying to create a more human-like form for herself. Not that she minds being a Pokemon now, honestly it comes with a lot of perks. But she has a strong mental image of herself built up and a crudely drawn vector model of a duck does not fit the bill (let's be fair she was a digitized copy of a human for years and only became a Porygon a few weeks ago. one of those is going to have more influence than the other).

Unfortunately she has some software limitations to deal with, namely that unevolved Porygons can't render curves, can only produce so many planes at once, and would have trouble sustaining a form that much bigger than their default.

The result is Tulip getting woken up in the middle of the night during the Nintendo World vacation by some weird lights outside her room (and she'd actually been trying to follow a decent sleep schedule for this trip so she could keep pace with the rest of the group, too) and walking in on a low-poly version of herself (given that Alice is near constantly around her she seemed like a good starting point for a real world humanoid body). She's not particularly fussed about it because she's been living with two recolors for the last seven years, copies of herself are not even remotely a problem to her.