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shippingtrashwitch · 4 months
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Dick: Uh, Tim, why do you have a gold sticker on your arm?
Tim: Jason’s handing them out.
Damian, showing his arm off proudly: I got the most.
Dick: Um, that’s nice?
Tim: We each get one every time we punch someone in the face on patrol.
Dick: Okay, less nice…
Steph: Jason decided the best way to show his displeasure towards Bruce was to be as petty as possible.
Tim: B said it wasn’t necessary to punch everyone we saw committing crime in the face.
Dick: A bit hypocritical, but continue.
Steph: Jason saw the opening.
Damian: And I won.
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shippingtrashwitch · 4 months
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kiss kiss kiss♡
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shippingtrashwitch · 4 months
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"Dude, your top surgery is choice," Carey says the moment Magnus's shirt is over his head and off. He preens a little because he deserved to. And because it was choice. He's very happy with the results. But then Carey adds, "Who'd you get it done by?"
"Oh! Uh," and here's where the problem lies. "I... don't remember."
"You don't remember," Carey repeats, sounding a little disbelieving. Killian looks over to them now and squints at Magnus's chest.
"Uhhh," Magnus says. "Nope."
"Did you get like, black market top surgery, or?"
"I... don't think so," Magnus says.
"Magnus," Killian says, "if you hadn't left your packer in the middle of our goddamn bathroom-" Magnus grins a little sheepishly and Carey laughs. "-I would literally not know you were trans. I don't even see any scars."
"It's been a while since I got it done," Magnus says.
"Which was when?" Carey prompts. At Magnus's face, she throws her hands up. "You don't remember!"
"It was a while ago!" Magnus says. "I was like- I don't know, twenty-one? Ish? Twenty-two?"
"Magnus," Carey says. She puts her foam sparring halberd down and comes over to him. "Magnus, did you just wake up one morning with them gone? This-" she looks on the verge of laughter. "This is serious."
"If I tell you the truth, you're gonna laugh," Magnus says.
"Magnus," Carey says, laughing anyway. "How do you forget a whole fucking surgery?"
"It wasn't a surgery, it was a spell," Magnus says, because he knows that much.
"Pretty sure that's not a thing," Killian says.
"Why else do they call it transmutation, then, huh?" Carey buries her head into Magnus's side, snorting with laughter. "Look, I know it was a spell. I know it. Do I know who did it? N-"
"Was it Taako?" Carey interrupts, full of giggles. Magnus pauses.
...Was it Taako?
"No," he said, shaking his head. "I met Taako like, last year. I'm pretty sure I would remember if he did my top surgery. Top spellery? Is that anything?"
"It's nothing," Carey says. "I'm-" she wipes her eye, clearing her throat. "Maybe it's like, a voidfish thing. Like, maybe the Director fucked up-"
"And specifically erased Magnus's top surgery?" Killian asks doubtfully.
"It's a big fish," Carey says, which just seems to make Killian more confused, but Magnus nods in understanding.
"It's a big fish, Killian," he says.
"Are we gonna fucking spar or not?" Killian asks. "I came here to beat ass not uncover Magnus's whole backstory."
"My backstory is actually pretty simple," Magnus says and Carey groans, retracting herself from him. "I was born in Raven's Roost on a swelteringly hot day-"
Killian hits him over the head with her foam halberd.
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shippingtrashwitch · 5 months
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this is exactly how it went
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shippingtrashwitch · 7 months
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Nie Huaisang: Some of the things you say are so out of pocket.
Wei Wuxian: What do you mean?
Wei Wuxian: Doesn't everyone have the experience of having to fend against dogs for food in their childhood.
Nie Huaisang: See that's what I mean. No one else experienced that.
Wei Wuxian: That can't be true. There's no way I'm special.
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shippingtrashwitch · 7 months
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shippingtrashwitch · 8 months
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true adventure party is not a party if they dont want to slap each other a bit from time to time
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shippingtrashwitch · 8 months
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Hellrider
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shippingtrashwitch · 8 months
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average patrol w hood and wing
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shippingtrashwitch · 8 months
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Dick: Let's play two truths and a lie!
Tim: Okay, I have a higher kill count than Damian and Jason combined, I'm pansexual, and I'm toying with the idea of becoming a supervillain when Bruce dies for real.
Dick:
Dick: I don't like this game anymore
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shippingtrashwitch · 8 months
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the mighty nein! [ w/ essek cuz ppl missed him dearly last time i did pc art lmao ]
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shippingtrashwitch · 9 months
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Thinking about Gale's spellbook.
Not the old one, the one he carried when he was Gale, the Wizard of Waterdeep - a gorgeous, leather-and-silver bound thing that bulged with a lifetime's worth of accumulated knowledge. There were spells in there penned over wine and cheese with Elminster; in a flow state that bordered on the spiritual after a night with Mystra, remembering her instruction, the feel of her soul against his. That spellbook was the testament to his success, the proof that he had excelled beyond the excellent -
And then Mystra cut him off from the Weave, and it all become meaningless.
His own runes, rendered incomprehensible; beautiful spell-glyphs that turned from condensed power and knowledge to worthless pieces of art. He has to start anew, from the ground up - reforging his connection to the Weave without Mystra's guidance (without her, without), relearning schoolboy spells. Humiliatingly easy magic, the kind he used to do like it was breathing, except this time he has to study and work and try and try, Tara urging him on with firm but gentle words.
He learns different spells, now. Mage Armour, Shield, Magic Missile. Not the kind of spells that he'll ever need on a day-to-day basis; spells that'll keep him alive long enough when he makes an exodus to the depths of the Underdark, or the centre of some desert wastes, and goes supernova.
The new spellbook is a plainer thing, small enough to fit in a robe pocket (because extradimensional storage spaces are no longer things he can make with a thought). And then he's snatched by a Nautiloid, and... honestly, he'd swear that the spine just wants to hold onto blood-spatters, no matter how many times he cleans them out. The pages get spotted from all the times he's had to flick them open in driving rain; the corners get creased from being shoved in and out of his robes.
And absolutely nothing can protect it from the unstoppable force of his friends.
Karlach nearly sends the whole thing up in flames one night by gesticulating a bit too wildly. Wyll laughs too hard one night and sprays wine all over Gale's new notes on Abjuration. Scratch picks up the entire thing and runs off with it when Gale's back is foolishly turned, and it's only a stern talking-to from Halsin that saves the whole thing from becoming a chew toy.
Smiley cat faces, doodled on the pages in Yenna's untidy hand. A helpful comment from Karlach on the Fireball page: 'AKA FUCK YEAH LET'S GO!!!!' A few lines of Wyll's perfect handwriting, a memento from a long discussion about how infernal energies could enhance fire magic; a few observations from Shadowheart on warding enchantments. Some terse comments on psionic magic from Lae'zel that Gale finds himself weaving into his Shields, and they do seem to hold up a little better now. (Other hands on his spellbook! Touching the pages he carries close to his heart! The man he was would never have believed it.)
He thinks of them all, as he writes new spells. Counterspell, because nothing will touch them. Spells that will carry his people from danger and shield them from harm. He watches Astarion pace before the fire one night and inscribes Sunbeam with a cold smile of promise to Cazador; he glowers at Mizora over the edge of the pages as he ponders what spells would be best suited to killing a devil.
A wizard's spellbook, Elminster told him once, is a reflection of their soul. Gale of Waterdeep's spellbook was a marvel; perfect and polished and resplendant. Untouched by any hands but his own.
Gale Dekarios's spellbook is battered and beloved, covered on every page with the fingerprints of his friends.
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shippingtrashwitch · 10 months
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I just wanna share this because I played almost 30 hours of the game like this and It just keeps getting worse and worse
I did the horrible mistake of naming the MC “Da Joker Baby” and I think this lead to to some of the dumbest fucking screenshots I have from the game
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This is absolutely terrible
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shippingtrashwitch · 10 months
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on the agency of puppets
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shippingtrashwitch · 10 months
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Tokyo Daylight - Persona 5
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shippingtrashwitch · 10 months
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So I had this random idea since spooky month is coming and all and
PT TEAM MASQUERADE OUTFITS LETS GOOOOOOOOOO
Closeups:
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shippingtrashwitch · 1 year
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When you forget one of your brothers is legally dead
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