"ah, I see. And would you say that that has hindered your vampire actions?"
"MY MOM SENT ME THE LAST JAR OF HER TOMATO SAUCE AND I CANT EAT IT. SHE USED LIKE A WHOLE GARLIC HEAD IN THAT THING. ITS 75% GARLIC MAN. I MISS IT SO MUCH"
"... Sir, what you need? A good long nap. Go dream of garlic, but I would recommend not getting a allergic reaction solely cause you miss it.'
"isn't there like an EpiPen for vampires or something?'
"I'm afraid our scientists are still working on that."
"cue sad vampire noises*
“Vampire help hotline, what can I do for you?” “I just… I miss garlic bread…”
However, if they both have cleft chins, what better to use if they some reason switch cities or costumes for a day. Like Batman Rogers would b like yeah, not our bats. What you d with him.
Superman's Rogers? It would take them 3-10 busy days to figure it out. Lex would, cause it's lex, wondering who is impersonating Superman. But the rest? N o p e
personal opinion: batman shouldn't be portrayed with a cleft chin because that's clark's thing and they already look alike
So I'm working on a presentation for my history class and I had to pick a event or something that happened during WW2 in American. Me being the cottage core loving being am i, I picked victory gardens and rationing.
See, that would be a normal topic to go over. However, I am not normal. I know that there are comics and cartoon panels of Disney characters -mostly Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck, however I learned of a new comic character.
Fucking. Batman.
It was the cover of comic from the world's finest comics, which were war time comics of Batman, Robin, and Superman. This one, number 11 in the comic line, depicts the three in a war time Victory Garden.
I expected this from Superman, him being a farm boy and all, and possibly Robin cause he's a child. However Batman was not who I was expecting to be harvesting fucking cabbage.
The things you discovered in a search for posters.
au where instead of wanting to murder his own replacement, jason just decides to. replace somebody else. and that's now dick ends up in an increasingly ridiculous back and forth fight between himself and some random fucker who keeps showing up in a nightwing costume pretending to be him
dick's never been more pissed off in his life. theres literally nothing he did to deserve this, and now he has to fight for the vigilante persona HE created? it only gets worse because the more frustrated dick gets about the whole situation, the funnier this fake nightwing seems to find it.
it gets personal when damian starts calling the fake nightwing his big brother too. of course, jason was there first, but dick doesn't know that. and it's driving him fucking insane
he thinks that he's got the guy when he stands on top of a building in the middle of a massive fight, tries to do a quadrupal somersault, and promptly eats shit in front of everybody, but instead of realising he's a faker now the rest of the underworld thinks that nightwing's losing his touch.
he cries in alfred's arms at the injustice of it all.
When Lizzie gets to the server, she finds Grian frist.
He seemed shocked, not knowing the watcher had dragged her as well into the mess that was the watchers game. He felt horrible that Joel got dragged in to it, he didn't want to have the couple putted again each other.
"where is he?"
"Joel?"
"yes, my husband, once was a troll, has some green in his hair," Lizzie looks at him, seeing just how scared he was as she felt. "I asked to be here, Grian. The Watchers see us as pawns, I'm going to make my own moves."
Grian release a sigh he didn't know he was holding, pointing towards the center of the server, where everyone had started to gather.
Lizzie thanked him before rushing towards them. She paid no mind to the bewildered looks of the others. She looked only for the green she knew.
His eyes meet her, a frown on his face as a question sat on his lips. She was hugging him before he could say a word. He didn't say anything else, resigned to the warm hug.
In this server, their wedding rings ment nothing to the chess board the Watchers were setting up. Waiting and watching to see who were pawns, who was the king, and who would gain check mate.
But for that moment, the moment away from whatever game they had to endure, all that mattered was that she could be there with him.
Even now, she could feel the puppet strings of her deal tugging from the void.
While 3rd Life was happening, Lizzie was looking for her husband. When she eventually got an idea of why he'd disappeared and where he was, she caught the Watchers' attention very fast by looking for one of their players and wound up willingly partaking in the game in order to reunite with him.
Hey,, anon...? I didn't need to read that, actually... oh,,,
holy shit old unfinished art! remember when what i was most know for here on tumblr was for my dsmp/mianite au? yeah me neither
anyway, i found this in one of my ancient procreate folders and i still mourn this au forever and ever, so you guys can see that i did in fact have plans to tell a story here haha!