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I’ve got the ‘tism. Astigmatism. And, y’know, autism too.

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Hehehe I keep spying my art being reposted on Pinterest. I see y’all

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My partners friend went missing if you all could signal boost this!

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A dating service where matching is based on people’s search history exists. You’re a serial killer. You go on a date with a writer.

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This isn’t even close to the usual things I post, but I keep coming across posts similar to this and have a gripe.

This is pointlessly gendered.

How is hanging up just a deer skull, or using it as decoration on a shelf, any different from when men/other people hang up a deer head in their living room?

How is this-

-somehow more stigmatized than this?

Is it because it’s thought that the skulls are just gathered? Some women hunt the deer themselves and clean the skull themselves. Most taxidermy I’ve seen, you commission other people to do it rather than yourself. And most of the well known taxidermists that show their work and more on YouTube are women.

On top of that, I’ve seen some decorations for men that are pretty banger and aesthetic too.

Don’t create unnecessary problems or issues over what is objectively the same thing. The same types decorations from the same types of creatures. You’re still using a dead animal as decoration. If a woman decides to pretty hers up, then that’s her choice. If you’re jealous of it? Okay? You know you’re allowed to pretty up your kills too, right?

One isn’t better than the other just because you think it’s a “woman thing” to collect skulls or something. One isn’t more “powerful” than the other. Death is more powerful than gender. You’ll be skulls too, one day.

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DP X DC Prompt: It’s In The Cave

There’s an animal in the cave. At least, that’s the closest approximation. It cannot be caught on the cameras and any noises made only translate into static. Dicks says it’s green. Tim says it’s black. Stephanie insists it’s white. But Damian knows it’s all three.

The others can’t see it as well as Damian can, for the moment. It’s not a cat, but cat-like. It’s not a snake, it’s snake-like. There’s big, shining green eyes with their color not dissimilar from the Lazarus Pits. Tufts of flowing white hair white a body black body that trails off into a tail and pointed ears that flatten and raise. It looks alien. It looks like an animal. It feels familiar. Damian keeps it.

When it first appears, it’s only noticed at first because a few things are moved around in its haste to find shelter. That, and the little spots of green that trail after its first entrance inside. The green spooks them all, at first, thinking it’s Lazarus water. There are similarities, but it’s not quite the same. After a time, the green fades to red. There’s no recognizable DNA from any creature in it. They settle on it being an “alien.”

It’s always watching, always peeking. Snacks left for it are eaten quickly and sometimes vanish into thin air right in front of them. The longer they go without attacking it or trying to root it out, the more it seems to become comfortable with them. (Not for Damian’s lack of trying anyways.)

Dick tells him to “pspspsps” at it like a cat once, softly patting at the ground. When no one is around, he tries it while crouched between the cave wall and a piece of machinery he saw a movement between. The little thing “pspspsps” right back. He even sees a tiny paw with tiny claws mimicking his motions from under the machine. Damian decides right then and there that this thing will be protected.

Eventually, it starts getting comfortable enough to start showing itself more and soon they’re having to scoot it off of the keyboards in the Batcave. It’ll drag itself about, climb, and sling itself around their shoulders and gnaw with little teeth and claws on their gloves. (They go through gloves much quicker once this starts.) even Batman melts when it starts purring.

Originally, they were worried it was injured but after the time it was there, hidden, it seems to have healed from whatever it was. (Or they get to fawn over the little injuries and fix them up best as they can.)

It will only take food from Damian’s hands though and he lords this over the others with immense pleasure. Often, it can be seen wrapped around one of his hands and forearms like a snake, wiggling away and batting at its own tail-tip. Its growls sound like little blips of static and gargled nails.

Damian names him Phavadi (Marathi meaning that could mean a pickle or a mess, let me know if this is incorrect, it’s not my language.)

They aren’t able to find out what Phavadi is, at first. The Green Lanterns don’t recognize it. Martian Manhunter has never seen it and states that he is unable to read its mind. Like there is nothing there to grasp. (This starts a round of the birds cooing at Phav, calling him brainless, no braincells between them big ‘ol eyes, no thoughts head empty.) Starfire doesn’t know what he is, but is absolutely enamored.

It starts floating. That’s surprising, but also not. They knew Phav has some powers, it could go invisible after all. Gravity has no hold and now it happily makes its nests on top of their heads. When Phav somehow floats his way into the manor, this starts a frantic chase through the mansion to catch it and Phav thinks it’s a game. Winking in and out of existence, waving its tail from a chandelier. When Dick makes it up there to grab it, Phav just plops to the ground scaring the shit out of everyone. Uninjured, thankfully. Phav scoots off into the kitchen and is caught by a heavily scolding Alfred.

Sufficiently cowed, Phav is returned to Damian and the little thing starts sleeping in his room.

They don’t know that this entire time Phav has been following them on their patrols. Staying out of sight but watching with glowing eyes to make sure they’re all safe. An in-grained confusing feeling.

It’s when there’s a big-bad that things come to a head. The entire Justice League is called in and eventually Justice League Dark. The Robins insist on helping as well, they need all hands on deck.

Mid battle, Damian is about to take a hit he can’t dodge.

This can go one of multiple ways—

Angsty: little baby man Phav takes the hit and gets pretty injured. Left limp and unmoving to the distress of everyone. Constantine, seeing this thing is like “Oh. Oh shit. That’s a baby eldritch. That is an INJURED baby eldritch we are so FUCKED.” Because he knows that with this happening, its momma is about to come soon. Phav’s form starts to destabilize, little body starting to goop into a puddle of green. Damian is distraught. All he’s left with is a light blue, cold, glowing orb the size of a marble.

Ghost King: Suddenly, tiny Phav isn’t so tiny anymore. He’s grown to the size of a two story house, hunched and hissing. Eyes wildly glowing, claws out and very large, teeth dripping green, tail long and curled around his bats and robins. Constantine, upon seeing this, shouts “YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU HAD A BLOODY FUCKING ELDRITCH??!”

Feel free to add more or use this!

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) <- super parenthesis. reblog to close all parentheticals you opened and forgot to close in your life and return to equilibrium

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she’s right

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you! tumblr user!

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can you reblog a two-part post in the correct order?

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One of the senior workers got so excited she shouted “I’m gonna get you a hat!” grabbed my shoulders, shook me, ran off for like ten minutes then came back with a highlighter pink reflective safety hat. Lmao I love it

Happy Vent:

I started a new job a couple of weeks ago and have been bopped around different sections because it was apparently decided that I’m highly adaptable to whatever station I’m put on (that I’ve tried so far). This week I was put in a new area that I’ll be in until the end of May.

I came into this new job and the people training me were stressed to high heaven, frustrated, and all in all hating the job where we’re serving as store and delivery for the entire mill/factory. It was obvious day 1 that things were chaotic and disorganized. Partly because there was not a manager or supervisor that stayed on site for the area. Day 2, I asked for us to have one and by 2pm we had one staying in the area permanently. No one had asked for one, just complained apparently. Day 2 I told this supervisor my observations as a new worker in the area (he was happy to have fresh eyes on the situation).

He listened when I told him there needed to be organization because we were searching for unlabeled customer ordered items for hours (there were hundreds of them in piles and on shelves) and that was serving as the main frustration. He listened when I told him that I could make an organization system for it. He listened and put me in charge of it.

Yesterday was my fourth day and I fixed a 4+ year issue in a single sitting. I was amazed by the level of trust given to me. No one came and checked on me, no one hovered or questioned me. They trusted me to get it done and I did. It’s amazing how quickly the mood of the entire department shifted.

Today, I was approached by the supervisor and asked to organize an entire warehouse. I’m on my first break from it now, but I’m still reeling from the trust and respect I’m being given. I want to continue to do well.

As of today, I’ve had acknowledgement from other supervisors in other departments because yesterday deliveries went so much faster and they weren’t waiting hours for a part that was needed because now people could find what they were looking for.

It feels good.

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Happy Vent:

I started a new job a couple of weeks ago and have been bopped around different sections because it was apparently decided that I’m highly adaptable to whatever station I’m put on (that I’ve tried so far). This week I was put in a new area that I’ll be in until the end of May.

I came into this new job and the people training me were stressed to high heaven, frustrated, and all in all hating the job where we’re serving as store and delivery for the entire mill/factory. It was obvious day 1 that things were chaotic and disorganized. Partly because there was not a manager or supervisor that stayed on site for the area. Day 2, I asked for us to have one and by 2pm we had one staying in the area permanently. No one had asked for one, just complained apparently. Day 2 I told this supervisor my observations as a new worker in the area (he was happy to have fresh eyes on the situation).

He listened when I told him there needed to be organization because we were searching for unlabeled customer ordered items for hours (there were hundreds of them in piles and on shelves) and that was serving as the main frustration. He listened when I told him that I could make an organization system for it. He listened and put me in charge of it.

Yesterday was my fourth day and I fixed a 4+ year issue in a single sitting. I was amazed by the level of trust given to me. No one came and checked on me, no one hovered or questioned me. They trusted me to get it done and I did. It’s amazing how quickly the mood of the entire department shifted.

Today, I was approached by the supervisor and asked to organize an entire warehouse. I’m on my first break from it now, but I’m still reeling from the trust and respect I’m being given. I want to continue to do well.

As of today, I’ve had acknowledgement from other supervisors in other departments because yesterday deliveries went so much faster and they weren’t waiting hours for a part that was needed because now people could find what they were looking for.

It feels good.

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If you reblog this, in the next 30 seconds you will become a dragon.

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!!!? How in the world have I not come across them yet??? I wanna see 👀👀

DP X DC Prompt: It’s In The Cave

There’s an animal in the cave. At least, that’s the closest approximation. It cannot be caught on the cameras and any noises made only translate into static. Dicks says it’s green. Tim says it’s black. Stephanie insists it’s white. But Damian knows it’s all three.

The others can’t see it as well as Damian can, for the moment. It’s not a cat, but cat-like. It’s not a snake, it’s snake-like. There’s big, shining green eyes with their color not dissimilar from the Lazarus Pits. Tufts of flowing white hair white a body black body that trails off into a tail and pointed ears that flatten and raise. It looks alien. It looks like an animal. It feels familiar. Damian keeps it.

When it first appears, it’s only noticed at first because a few things are moved around in its haste to find shelter. That, and the little spots of green that trail after its first entrance inside. The green spooks them all, at first, thinking it’s Lazarus water. There are similarities, but it’s not quite the same. After a time, the green fades to red. There’s no recognizable DNA from any creature in it. They settle on it being an “alien.”

It’s always watching, always peeking. Snacks left for it are eaten quickly and sometimes vanish into thin air right in front of them. The longer they go without attacking it or trying to root it out, the more it seems to become comfortable with them. (Not for Damian’s lack of trying anyways.)

Dick tells him to “pspspsps” at it like a cat once, softly patting at the ground. When no one is around, he tries it while crouched between the cave wall and a piece of machinery he saw a movement between. The little thing “pspspsps” right back. He even sees a tiny paw with tiny claws mimicking his motions from under the machine. Damian decides right then and there that this thing will be protected.

Eventually, it starts getting comfortable enough to start showing itself more and soon they’re having to scoot it off of the keyboards in the Batcave. It’ll drag itself about, climb, and sling itself around their shoulders and gnaw with little teeth and claws on their gloves. (They go through gloves much quicker once this starts.) even Batman melts when it starts purring.

Originally, they were worried it was injured but after the time it was there, hidden, it seems to have healed from whatever it was. (Or they get to fawn over the little injuries and fix them up best as they can.)

It will only take food from Damian’s hands though and he lords this over the others with immense pleasure. Often, it can be seen wrapped around one of his hands and forearms like a snake, wiggling away and batting at its own tail-tip. Its growls sound like little blips of static and gargled nails.

Damian names him Phavadi (Marathi meaning that could mean a pickle or a mess, let me know if this is incorrect, it’s not my language.)

They aren’t able to find out what Phavadi is, at first. The Green Lanterns don’t recognize it. Martian Manhunter has never seen it and states that he is unable to read its mind. Like there is nothing there to grasp. (This starts a round of the birds cooing at Phav, calling him brainless, no braincells between them big ‘ol eyes, no thoughts head empty.) Starfire doesn’t know what he is, but is absolutely enamored.

It starts floating. That’s surprising, but also not. They knew Phav has some powers, it could go invisible after all. Gravity has no hold and now it happily makes its nests on top of their heads. When Phav somehow floats his way into the manor, this starts a frantic chase through the mansion to catch it and Phav thinks it’s a game. Winking in and out of existence, waving its tail from a chandelier. When Dick makes it up there to grab it, Phav just plops to the ground scaring the shit out of everyone. Uninjured, thankfully. Phav scoots off into the kitchen and is caught by a heavily scolding Alfred.

Sufficiently cowed, Phav is returned to Damian and the little thing starts sleeping in his room.

They don’t know that this entire time Phav has been following them on their patrols. Staying out of sight but watching with glowing eyes to make sure they’re all safe. An in-grained confusing feeling.

It’s when there’s a big-bad that things come to a head. The entire Justice League is called in and eventually Justice League Dark. The Robins insist on helping as well, they need all hands on deck.

Mid battle, Damian is about to take a hit he can’t dodge.

This can go one of multiple ways—

Angsty: little baby man Phav takes the hit and gets pretty injured. Left limp and unmoving to the distress of everyone. Constantine, seeing this thing is like “Oh. Oh shit. That’s a baby eldritch. That is an INJURED baby eldritch we are so FUCKED.” Because he knows that with this happening, its momma is about to come soon. Phav’s form starts to destabilize, little body starting to goop into a puddle of green. Damian is distraught. All he’s left with is a light blue, cold, glowing orb the size of a marble.

Ghost King: Suddenly, tiny Phav isn’t so tiny anymore. He’s grown to the size of a two story house, hunched and hissing. Eyes wildly glowing, claws out and very large, teeth dripping green, tail long and curled around his bats and robins. Constantine, upon seeing this, shouts “YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU HAD A BLOODY FUCKING ELDRITCH??!”

Feel free to add more or use this!

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Lmao this one made it to TikTok too? I knew my Constantine one was doing numbers but I didn’t know this one was too. I’m glad you liked it!

Also I’ve yet to personally see any of my prompts on TikTok even though I run in the DPxDC circles. One day.

DP X DC Prompt: It’s In The Cave

There’s an animal in the cave. At least, that’s the closest approximation. It cannot be caught on the cameras and any noises made only translate into static. Dicks says it’s green. Tim says it’s black. Stephanie insists it’s white. But Damian knows it’s all three.

The others can’t see it as well as Damian can, for the moment. It’s not a cat, but cat-like. It’s not a snake, it’s snake-like. There’s big, shining green eyes with their color not dissimilar from the Lazarus Pits. Tufts of flowing white hair white a body black body that trails off into a tail and pointed ears that flatten and raise. It looks alien. It looks like an animal. It feels familiar. Damian keeps it.

When it first appears, it’s only noticed at first because a few things are moved around in its haste to find shelter. That, and the little spots of green that trail after its first entrance inside. The green spooks them all, at first, thinking it’s Lazarus water. There are similarities, but it’s not quite the same. After a time, the green fades to red. There’s no recognizable DNA from any creature in it. They settle on it being an “alien.”

It’s always watching, always peeking. Snacks left for it are eaten quickly and sometimes vanish into thin air right in front of them. The longer they go without attacking it or trying to root it out, the more it seems to become comfortable with them. (Not for Damian’s lack of trying anyways.)

Dick tells him to “pspspsps” at it like a cat once, softly patting at the ground. When no one is around, he tries it while crouched between the cave wall and a piece of machinery he saw a movement between. The little thing “pspspsps” right back. He even sees a tiny paw with tiny claws mimicking his motions from under the machine. Damian decides right then and there that this thing will be protected.

Eventually, it starts getting comfortable enough to start showing itself more and soon they’re having to scoot it off of the keyboards in the Batcave. It’ll drag itself about, climb, and sling itself around their shoulders and gnaw with little teeth and claws on their gloves. (They go through gloves much quicker once this starts.) even Batman melts when it starts purring.

Originally, they were worried it was injured but after the time it was there, hidden, it seems to have healed from whatever it was. (Or they get to fawn over the little injuries and fix them up best as they can.)

It will only take food from Damian’s hands though and he lords this over the others with immense pleasure. Often, it can be seen wrapped around one of his hands and forearms like a snake, wiggling away and batting at its own tail-tip. Its growls sound like little blips of static and gargled nails.

Damian names him Phavadi (Marathi meaning that could mean a pickle or a mess, let me know if this is incorrect, it’s not my language.)

They aren’t able to find out what Phavadi is, at first. The Green Lanterns don’t recognize it. Martian Manhunter has never seen it and states that he is unable to read its mind. Like there is nothing there to grasp. (This starts a round of the birds cooing at Phav, calling him brainless, no braincells between them big ‘ol eyes, no thoughts head empty.) Starfire doesn’t know what he is, but is absolutely enamored.

It starts floating. That’s surprising, but also not. They knew Phav has some powers, it could go invisible after all. Gravity has no hold and now it happily makes its nests on top of their heads. When Phav somehow floats his way into the manor, this starts a frantic chase through the mansion to catch it and Phav thinks it’s a game. Winking in and out of existence, waving its tail from a chandelier. When Dick makes it up there to grab it, Phav just plops to the ground scaring the shit out of everyone. Uninjured, thankfully. Phav scoots off into the kitchen and is caught by a heavily scolding Alfred.

Sufficiently cowed, Phav is returned to Damian and the little thing starts sleeping in his room.

They don’t know that this entire time Phav has been following them on their patrols. Staying out of sight but watching with glowing eyes to make sure they’re all safe. An in-grained confusing feeling.

It’s when there’s a big-bad that things come to a head. The entire Justice League is called in and eventually Justice League Dark. The Robins insist on helping as well, they need all hands on deck.

Mid battle, Damian is about to take a hit he can’t dodge.

This can go one of multiple ways—

Angsty: little baby man Phav takes the hit and gets pretty injured. Left limp and unmoving to the distress of everyone. Constantine, seeing this thing is like “Oh. Oh shit. That’s a baby eldritch. That is an INJURED baby eldritch we are so FUCKED.” Because he knows that with this happening, its momma is about to come soon. Phav’s form starts to destabilize, little body starting to goop into a puddle of green. Damian is distraught. All he’s left with is a light blue, cold, glowing orb the size of a marble.

Ghost King: Suddenly, tiny Phav isn’t so tiny anymore. He’s grown to the size of a two story house, hunched and hissing. Eyes wildly glowing, claws out and very large, teeth dripping green, tail long and curled around his bats and robins. Constantine, upon seeing this, shouts “YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU HAD A BLOODY FUCKING ELDRITCH??!”

Feel free to add more or use this!

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UM GUYS. I JUST NOTICED A CRAZY ISSUE W THE TUMBLR UPDATE.

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DP Prompt/Plot Bunny: Halfa-Humans Are Weird

Danny had expected a lot when he joined NASA’s black-budget space exploration program. Zero-G ghost powers? Check. Seeing the universe up close? Absolutely. Getting kidnapped by aliens running a high-end intergalactic trafficking ring? Not on the itinerary.

The aliens expected fragile, predictable creatures—prone to breaking, compliant under pressure. What they got was a crew of adrenaline-fueled space nerds and one very irritated half-ghost who could walk through walls, turn invisible, and was apparently immune to whatever containment measures they had. The captors panicked. Their buyers got curious. And Danny might have realized the universe might have just classified him as something other than human.

Now, he has to break his crew out, shut down a trafficking ring, and somehow convince the greater galactic community that no, he is not an alien while also grappling with the fact that technically, that might not be entirely true. (Or going in another direction: he has to convince them that he IS alien.)

Or, Danny’s crew doesn’t know about his powers, so he has to pretend to be a normal human while protecting them, himself, and possibly Earth, all without revealing what he can do.