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So how is it that second-hand embarrassment is the single most powerful and weakening emotion one can feel from media?

Tragedy? Delicious.

A hard-earned happy ending? Wonderful.

A convoluted narrative? Keeps you glued.

Simple slice of life? It’s entertaining.

Second-hand embarrassment? Hang on, g, I gotta pause this for fifteen minutes, no, I cannot continue watching this right now, I am just not strong enough.

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Little insignificant headcanon that when Dick first started living with Bruce and he was in his sassy unhinged third grader era, Bruce would always give him a lollipop when they went out as Bruce and Dick. At a gala? Dick has a lollipop. To the park? Dick has a lollipop. A Gotham Knights game? Dick has a lollipop. Interview with Vickie Vale? Dick has a lollipop.

Everyone is convinced Dick Grayson just has a lollipop addiction. In reality? Bruce has to give him one so he’s too preoccupied to run his mouth. The few times Dick isn’t given a lollipop or Bruce runs out while they’re still out and about, Dick acts like a feral little brat who makes an interviewer cry, all with a smile on his face as he squeezes Bruce’s hand, giggling. The first gala Bruce brought Dick to, they had to leave early because Dick was a little too sassy with a few Wayne Enterprises partners and a couple women who were trying to flirt with Bruce and shoo Dick away. It was shortly after that when Bruce came up with the lollipop solution.

So most paparazzi pictures of Dick show him with a lollipop of some sort, but it even carries over to when he’s an adult. Did Bruce get him addicted to them? Maybe. Not on purpose. But now, everyone think Dick just has always loved lollipops, and even though he’s currently got one in his mouth and he’s fiddling with the stick, he smirks and explains, “Actually no, Bruce first started giving them to me when I was little to get me to shut up. It’s so sad, really. Children should be seen and not heard, isn’t that what you said, B?”

Bruce is glaring at him. Shit like that is exactly why he needed to keep Dick’s mouth shut in the first place.

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joke i'll never get tired of: "they died doing what they loved, [something no one would ever do on purpose]"

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What if someone(ink) threw a can of glitter on nightmares goopy body and it gets all mixed around and never comes off so he always looks a bit too sparkly and it’s really messing with his “menacing vibes”

He's now ✨️Sparkly✨️ ^^

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damian being held up on bruce’s shoulders (but they’re super serious) for @catacoves aka my dearest admin in crime of @dcforgaza <3 appreciate you for helping host and also donating!

donations are still open until June 21st!!!! get yourself a piece of art for just a $5 donation 0-:

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The refs I made for the Stars and my excuse to practice drawing skeletons. Blue has two versions because rolling with two gods to protect the multiverse changes a motherfucker, meaning his eyes are a lil different and the fit is darker and gives him more height.

Also I’m working on how Ink carries his vials because the sash doesn’t give you much variety. Instead he has a bag with a bunch of pre mixed colors to add more complexity to his emotional range, some more diluted than others to get a desired result, like when he wants to be content, he’s not gonna down some condensed happy and go straight up ELATED. So he has a lot of vials that are pre mixed or pre diluted and LABELED. DEAR LORD, LABELED. YOU DO NOT WANT TO DRINK ANY OF HIS EXPERIMENTAL MIXTURES.

Makes me want to make a mini comic where it’s inky roulette and he drinks one randomly without looking at the label to see what he gets.

Also might tweak Dream’s design tbh since everyone else has my personal flair.

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1 billion notes and i free him

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There is no fucking way

Robins #2

Jason looks like he's on a boyband cover, with that over the shoulder look

Tim's evil grin, ready to fuck some shit up

Dick's long hair

Steph's eyes being 40% of her mask

Damian's pineapple spiky hair.

What is not to love about this cover OMG

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Dick: Hey, Tim, your birthday is coming up, do you want anything?

Tim: Actually-

Jason, munching on a sandwich: Nah, that motherfucker was born by C-section. It's not his birthday, it's his release date.

Steph and Babs: *shoots water out their noses*

Bruce: JASON!

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WHY GOD WHYYYYY

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for me to like a character one thing they have to be is highly hurtable

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Symbol Sans 设定

This is a setting about sans in my au.

I used machine translation for the character plot Settings. Some of the translations are rather strange. Please excuse me.

Symbol Sans Character setting.

A Young Man Born After the War

On the surface, he was no different from any other youth. He knew the war had cost the monsters dearly—but never grasped the true weight of that loss.

His exceptional talent landed him a lab job straight out of school, though at first, he merely studied the cryptic symbols on the Barrier. His decryption speed outpaced the entire team, earning him a promotion to lead researcher under Gaster.

His cheerful demeanor made him well-liked in the lab.

Then, Chara fell into the Underground.

Curious about humans, Sans befriended them. One day, while he scribbled reports in Chara’s company, they peered over his shoulder. "What’re you researching?" they asked. Sans figured it wasn’t a secret—the symbols were right there on the Barrier, visible to all. "Cracking these," he said. "Solve ’em, and everyone goes free."

Unbeknownst to him, Chara’s family were descendants of the seven human mages who’d sealed the monsters. Their clan taught every child the symbols’ meaning. "I know this," Chara offered, and explained everything.

Overjoyed, Sans rushed back to document their words for the higher-ups. But as he worked, a searing pain erupted in his bones.

At first, he blamed exhaustion. Then the agony spiked—unbearable, untouchable by painkillers. He staggered home, locked himself indoors, and writhed. What’s happening to me?

In lucid moments, he traced it back to the symbols.

Weeks later, the pain ebbed just enough for him to confront Chara. "What do those symbols really do?" Chara blinked. "For humans? They’re protective charms." "And for monsters?" A shrug. "No idea."

Sans searched their face for malice—found none. He left in silence.

With no answers, he turned to solving the problem himself. But the symbols fought back. They gnawed at his body, hijacked his mind. Memories fragmented. Notes rewritten mid-sentence.

"You can’t stop me," the symbols taunted.

Then came the day he nicked his finger with a paper cutter. Red liquid welled up. Red. Monsters don’t bleed red.

Later, coworkers gossiped: "Hey, the Barrier’s symbols are gone!" "Nah, probably just invisible. If they were really gone, we’d be free."

Sans froze.

He knew where the symbols had gone.

Into his bones. Into his spine. They were his marrow now.

The solution was simple: Kill Sans, and the symbols would die with him. The Underground would be free.

…I don’t want to die.

He barely remembered stumbling home. When his vision cleared, he stood before a mirror, kitchen knife in hand. His reflection smirked as symbols crawled across the glass:

"Pathetic."

Sans pressed the blade to his throat.

The reflection paled.

"I bet you don’t wanna die either."

A standoff. The knife bit deeper. Red stained his scarf.

Finally, the symbols relented: "What do you want?" "To live. Both of us." A truce was struck—the symbols could stay, but one step out of line, and Sans would end them both. He’d proven he meant it.

Aftermath

One by one, the research team met grim fates. Sans reported their "accidents" until the lab disbanded. Soon, he was the last survivor.

Chara succumbed to an incurable illness—likely from early DT extraction, Sans realized. His obsession with work had already strained ties with Papyrus.

Adrift, he lingered in the ruins of the lab, pivoting to chemistry. Then, during a late-night shift, he found Gaster’s files.

"Project DETERMINATION."

The plan was monstrous: Concentrated DT would melt monsters, fusing them into grotesque amalgamates. Gaster aimed to build a kingdom of horrors—with himself as god.

Sans thought of Chara’s illness. Rumors said the first DT batches were extracted from their soul.

That night, he confronted Gaster.

The fight was one-sided. Sans was outmatched—until Alphys burst in, distracting Gaster long enough for Sans and the symbols to strike the killing blow.

The secret was buried. Alphys became Royal Scientist; Sans, her assistant.

No one else would ever know about the symbiosis in his bones.

Thank you very much for reading this far!( ´▽｀)

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Higgledy-piggledy unparliamentary green parrots quarrel outside in the trees

Squawking out epithets uncomplimentary Squads of unmannerly Oversized peas.

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What happened to cosmo??

he still exists! just got a redesign, actually

i stopped drawing quite so much fnaf so he mostly lives in my heart now <3

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saying “i want him” about the character but not in a romantic or sexual way . i just Require him i need to Obtain him

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Choices when talking to Ralsei in Deltarune feel like this