#Quipper

[donutcleric]

Wizard posting now in technicolor. His name is simply Grandpa. Takes his fish on adventures.

[westar]

Quipper

[loz-the-noob]

Crying because I love Athena Cykes so damn much;-;

[blobee]

are you called quipper or do we refer to you as blobee ?

I think ya can use both options

[starry-bi-sky]

SURPRISE! I am still not done thinking about this.

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Danny has a problem.

No, actually he has two problems.

Three problems?

Four. All of them are related, and all of them are loosely connected to one another. Half of them are long-term, somewhat passive problems. Passive in the sense that he is not actively being bothered by it right this moment.

The other half are twins and are currently giving him active, in-the-moment 'oh shit' problems.

He ducks under Red Robin's bō, one hand secured tightly onto his backpack full of stolen tech -- tech being a loose term, he thinks. -- and, keeping half-a-mind on the weight imbalance, loosens a kick to birdie's face.

"You missed." He comments, his brain-to-mouth filter failing him as it normally does in fights, and watches as Red Robin manages to get out of the way in time before his heel can meet his jaw. Danny uses that pause and brief change in distance to righten his footing, and widen that distance between them both.

Well, as much as he can with the two of them on a rooftop. He needs to get off of here before reinforcements show up.

Red Robin twirls his staff, the action unsurprisingly graceful and just as threatening, and Danny politely ignores the thrill it rushes down his spine. "You too."

It's not often that Danny steals tech in Gotham, but he's pretty sure that in the handful of times he's been here, he's managed to firmly situate himself as a member of Red Robin's Rogues Gallery. Which; great, fantastic. It's not his fault that red-winged blackbird over there was always the one to catch up with him first.

How the hell did this happen when he doesn't frequent Gotham for his heists half as much as the other cities?

If it wasn't already obvious: Danny's current, active two problems are Red Robin. The first being that he was being pursued by him, the second, however?

Danny's pretty sure he's developing some kind of crush.

Red lunges at him, and on the downswing of his staff, Danny makes his backpack weightless and all but pirouettes out of the way. Reaching out to yank on Red Robin's cape hard enough that he loses his balance.

He usually has a strategy for these fights to avoid gathering more attention than he already has, and revealing the full extent of his powers!

That strategy is: Avoid getting socked, toss them around a little if need be, and then get the hell out of dodge the moment he can!

The uneducated may call it cowardly. Danny calls it a proportional response. Nobody kills a spider with a flamethrower.

As for that crush -- don't ask him how it happened. He doesn't know-- okay that's a lie. It's a complete and utter lie and Danny knows it. He knows why.

He'd like to say that it's because of his ghost half -- instincts, habits, new behavioral changes that result in his very physiology being altered. But that would ALSO be a lie. Danny just has weird fucking taste and he knows it.

There was a running theme, and he can deny it no longer!

He has a type for obsessive little freaks intent on ruining his day.

Valerie Gray: local ghost hunter who he (accidentally) ruined the life of, and who in turn swore vengeance against him and all ghosts. Obsessed with routinely kicking his ass whatever chance she gets.

Wes Weston (a crush he will take to his fucking GRAVE): Discovered his secret identity on accident, vowed to reveal it to the rest of school. Now obsessively stalks him any chance he gets. Danny has routinely stolen his camera to otherwise delete, destroy, or steal the photos he has on it.

(Danny's crush on Wes Weston completely blindsided him, and lasted him all the way up to the moment Danny was unceremoniously dumped into another dimension. Sam already gives him enough shit for dating Valerie, he can't imagine what she'd do if she found out he was crushing on the boy intent on revealing his secret identity.)

(His only excuse is that Wes' cringefail attitude, sheer dedication, and stalkerish tendencies charmed him. He never said it was a good excuse.)

And now Red Robin.

But there was another running theme, for Danny specifically, when it came to his crushes. Now a safe distance away again, Danny's mouth tilts into a cocky smile and his heart thuds loud in his ears. "You're off your A-game tonight, Red. Something got your feathers all clipped?"

That is: mercilessly teasing his crush. Danny genuinely can't explain it, but riling up the object of his affections created a thrill like no other. Something about seeing their faces turn cherry red and their pupils dilate. It's like a lion watching a limping gazelle across the savannah, the smell of blood urging it to pursue.

Birdie did not blush easy, but by the gods, Danny had fun trying.

Red Robin huffs, shooting back at him a sarcastic smile while he readjusts the grip on his bō. They circle around each other; "Just missed you, Luci. Heard you hit up one of Luthor's warehouses last month, I'm hurt, we've got perfectly good tech here."

Luci. Short for Illusa, which in turn is, apparently, a term for 'illusion'. Danny did not pick out the name, it -- like all his interactions with the media -- was assigned to him. He has to hand it to the guy who coined the name though; it's leagues above something like Inviso-Bill and Ghost Boy.

He huffs a low laugh, ignoring the flippity-flop of his heart as a croon rises in the back of his throat. "Don't be too mad at me, cat-food. Lexie had something I wanted." He adjusts his backpack so it fit more comfortably on his shoulders. Bits and bobbles he needed to build his portal gun. Wires, scrap metal, gadgets and gizmos he could take apart for their parts. Thats what he needs.

"And that is?" In the dim lighting, Danny watches the edges of Red Robin's mask raise like an eyebrow.

His smile turns sharp, baring. His mouth moves before his brain does; "Come over here for a kiss, pretty bird, and I might just tell you."

Danny Is An Alternate Version Of Ra's Al Ghul And Flash Already Called Dibs On Adopting Him

Danny In All His Sleep Deprived Slightly Scuffed Up From A Fight Glory Is On His Way To Clockworks Tower To Hopefully Get A Nap And Maybe Some Homework Done When A Natural Portal Opens Up In Front Of Him And Proceeds To Unceremoniously Drop Him In The DC Verse Just Outside Of Central City Before Promptly Closing Leaving A Tired Danny Behind In A Run Down Abandoned Parking Lot.

It's Times Like This When Danny Regrets Putting Off Learning How To Make His Own Portals, Cause Now He Is Very Much Stuck For The Foreseeable Future And He Has No Idea Where Or When He Is. Luckily For Him However Central City Isn't Too Far Away, Unlucky For Him However Is That Once In The City He Realizes This Isn't His Dimension. He's Pretty Sure He'd Remember Something Called The Justice League.

So What Do You Do When Supernatural Bullshit Fails You? You Fall Back On Your Mad Scientist Roots And You Make A Portal Gun. So That's Exactly What Danny Plans To Do.

Unfortunately Staying Alive And Building Questionably Safe Portal Technology Requires Money And Supplies, So He Ends Up Wandering From City To City Doing Odd Jobs/Fixing Up Busted Tech For Cash Or Unwanted Electronics For His "Operation: Get Home" Needs. This Obviously Ends In A Few Superhero Encounter Shenanigans.

Though He Always Ends Up Back Near Central City, Both On The Off Chance The Natural Portal Will Open Up Again And Because Out Of All The Superheroes That Apparently Exist In This Universe The Speedsters Are His Favorite (Red Robin Is Solidly His Second Favorite Ever Since The Gotham Vigilante Gave Him A Large Coffee Filled With Enough Caffeine To Kill A Man).

Unbeknownst To Danny However Is That Every Hero/Vigilante He Has Encountered Has Come To At Least One Of The Following Conclusions; 1. Run Away Meta Who Is In Desperate Need Of A Good Meal/Adoption Bait. 2. Possibly Red Robin/Tim Drake Clone 3. A Good Kid But Could Possibly Be A Future Rouge If Left Unsupervised. 4. Did Bats Get A New Kid And Why Is He Here?

All Flash Knows Is That He Saw The Kid First And Therefore Has Dibs. Suck It Bruce.

Fast-forward A Few Months And Danny Gets Hurt During A Rogue Attack While Trying To Help Some Civilians Get To Safety (Old Hero Habits Die Hard (Ha Die Hard) And All That Jazz) And He Nopes Out Once Everyone Is Safe And When The Paramedics Are Busy With Other People Unaware He Left A Blood Sample Behind.

One DNA Test Brought To You By Paranoid Bat Concerns Of A Possible Red Robin Clone Later And They Find Out That Dannys DNA Matches One Ra's Al Ghul.

They Now Think Danny Is An Escaped Ra's Al Ghul Clone.

Memes For The Vibes:

[robotsafari]

btw if you ever want to get into seiken densetsu 3 / trials of mana.. do NOT play any official release or the remake they SUCK. play the fan translation its so much better.

[colonelkaboom]

Calling Him When You're Drunk

Read more - Xavier ✦ Zayne ✦ Rafayel ✦ Sylus

Caleb is worried about you when he's stuck at work whilst you are out with friends in Skyhaven. After enjoying yourself for quite a while you find yourself in desperate need of his presence.

✦ Caleb x Reader ✦ Word count: 860 ✦ Alcohol consumption. Brief interaction with random drunk dude. ✦ I picture this event being pretty early on after MC and Caleb reunite.

“Pip-squeak, where are you, why aren’t you home?” Caleb’s voice was laced with worry. He had been stuck at work all afternoon and was still stuck at his desk as the time grew closer and closer to midnight. 

“How do you know I’m not home, Colonel?” Your immense focus on keeping your voice steady impresses you, but is it enough to convince Caleb? 

“Pips… You’re drunk aren’t you?” He was clearly not convinced… The heavy sigh of disappointment is almost enough to make you feel guilty, almost.

“Are you spying on me Caleb?” You quipper, ready to do a full on interrogation.

“No, I’m not. There is a security camera by the front door of the apartment and it has not detected any movement all night. Where are you? I thought you were meeting up with your friend hours ago?”

“I did meet up with her hours ago, it’s just that we’re still meeting up!” Your voice grew louder and louder in an attempt to drown out the music that was currently blaring in the crowded bar. Caleb winced as he pulled the phone away from his ear, startled by your sudden loudness. 

“Find somewhere quiet, please.” The sternness in his voice was unmistakable, you did not dare disobey.

“Yes, sir!” You teased before slipping out into the cold spring night. 

“I just called to check up on you, before you went to bed. But I’m guessing you’re still working, Colonel?” He had promised you he wouldn’t be late today, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep that promise. Which is why you gladly accepted your friend's suggestion to go to a party in the first place.

“Pips, I swear, if you’re putting yourself in harm's way…” He muttered through gritted teeth.

“Colonel, shut up. Relax your jaw. Unfurrow your brows. Unclutch your knuckles before your fingernails draw blood.” You couldn’t see him, but you knew exactly what he looked like in this very moment. 

Caleb let out a surprised noise at your accuracy, before quietly obeying your orders. Who was in charge here? 

“Why do you keep referring to me by my title?” He questioned.

“I don’t know, it’s kind of an attractive title, don’t you think?” Caleb’s eyes widened at your drunken words. You’d never say anything like that if you were sober.

“Oh, but remember, whatever title is above a Colonel, that’s what I am, ok? From now on you take orders from me.” A sly smile played on your lips as you took charge, knowing it would drive him mad. 

“The only order I’ll be taking from you, missy, is whatever food you think your stomach can tolerate in the morning. Judging by your attitude, I have a feeling you’re gonna have a rough day tomorrow.” Although he was upset by you being out drinking without his knowledge, he was never strong enough to pull away and let you suffer whatever consequences your actions might cause.

“Hey dude, back off!” Your annoyed screech accompanied by muffled voices in the background had Caleb on his feet and out of his office in no time. 

“Pips? I’m coming to get you. Tell me where you are.”

“Let me go! My boyfriend is the youngest Colonel in the Fleet, mess with me and you’re dead.” Caleb had no time to revel in your chosen way of presenting him to whoever was badgering you. His feet picked up the pace and were now moving as fast as they could without sprinting.  

“Wow, that was effective. You must have quite the reputation amongst the young men of Skyhaven.” You laugh into your phone, trying to hide the fear you were currently experiencing. Mostly hiding it from Caleb, knowing he was probably even more terrified than yourself. 

“Please tell me where you are.” He kept questioning, but he had already checked the tracker he had put in your phone. The one he swore not to check ever again, but this seemed like an acceptable exception. You were not too far away…

Frazzled by your encounter you didn’t feel safe staying still on the sidewalk. You were an easy target, you had to keep moving. 

It doesn’t take long before you see a pair of strained purple eyes searching for you in the night. When he finally sees you he stops moving and lets out a necessary breath that had been stuck in his lungs ever since he left his office. You pick up the pace and run into his arms. Finally daring to release your contained emotions.

“I’m sorry, Caleb.” You cry into his chest, suddenly feeling very sober.

“It’s not your fault, Pips… I’m going to figure out who those guys were.”

“Caleb, don’t.”

“What? Didn’t you tell them about how your boyfriend would react if you were harmed?” He squeezed you tighter as if to make sure you wouldn’t pull away and give him one of those annoyed looks to emphasise that the title was only used for leverage in the situation. 

“Just shut up and hold me.” You huffed out and felt him laugh against the top of your head before placing a kiss in the same spot. 

You fully relaxed into his embrace. Truly the safest place on and above the ground.

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[gladosisstillalesbian]

thinkin about doug and glados again. the weird rapport they must have developed as two quippers-in-arms must have been insane

[birdchildsnest]

#the funnier thing is that so many of the Rogues HATE Dick lmao #Two-Face. Riddler. Talia. several others just flat out dislike the OG Boy Wonder. But Tim? nah they like him #remember when Lonnie Machin was like 'yeah okay I'll work with you. sure. why not?' after Tim saved him from Armstrong? via @fantastic-nonsense

I see a lot of fanon-y posts about rogues having a soft spot for the Batkids and kind of looking out for them, especially Harley and Ivy since they're completely defanged now, but all of that truly pales in comparison to whatever Lady Shiva has going on with Tim.

"I respect your moxie, kid. someday when you're an adult let's fight to the death." they're fascinating.

from Green Arrow #135 (1998)

[gingerdusk]

Gale of Waterdeep assorted headcanons: 2

Headcanons 1 here, Tower layout here

He overshares when he's drunk. It's a good look into how his brain works, but he has a 50/50 chance of putting his foot in his mouth

He has a handful of custom spells, one of those being an illusory campsite. Gale's Minor Mirage, he calls it. You're welcome!

The stitch scar on his neck is from being held at knifepoint by a particularly opportunistic thief. Said thief got hit with a lightning bolt

His spellbook is beautifully scripted to the untrained eye, but contains additional notes written in invisible ink. He presents himself as neat and tidy, but his real scribblings are anything but

While inflicted with the Netherese Orb, his blood leaves rashes on other people wherever it touches. Not severe ones, but it doesn't feel pleasant. Like a mild sunburn

Quothe (the raven familiar) is his. It's named that because it loves to listen to Gale read literature (and occasionally recite lines where he leaves off)

He owns a fancy lanceboard set; it was a housewarming gift from his parents when he first got his tower

When he was little, he used to wear a ribbon as a headband to pull his hair back with, and a cape. His hair was fluffy and fell to his chin

His favorite color is blue, but he thinks he looks more refined in purple. His mother thinks he looks most dashing in red

His favorite hobby is helping Tara adapt spells with somatic components for tressym use

His first staff was a Sun Staff, gifted to him by Elminster

His most recent staff was a Staff of Power

Both of these, he had to consume. It was a very, very hard choice to make

Other things he's had to destroy that he cared for dearly:

Emerald Pen (left over from days at the academy; worse that it wasn't worth it, as it didn't give him more than a few hours)

Chromatic Rose (given by a lover upon breakup)

Duplicitous Manuscript (The Art of the Night is one of these)

Needle of Mending (kept it on his person after the thief incident)

Wand of Enemy Detection (carried it with him on excursions with Tara)

Wayfarer's Boots (his favorite travel pair)

Arcane Grimoire (one of his first found artifacts, copied a few spells from it into his own book)

Candle of Invocation (a gift from Mystra)

Crystal Ball of Telepathy (Tara used it more than he did; her little paws can't cast Sending)

Songbird Sage's Signet (wore it everywhere, only used in a pinch; he misses the weight of it and rubs his finger occasionally)

Crown of Whirling Comets (wore it to the Blackstaff annual balls, partly to show off)

The 6th level spell Program Illusion is what appears during his Death Protocol. As it needs to be tied to an area within 30 feet of where it's assigned, it's what his briefs are enchanted with. His reasoning is that he'd always have them, and no one would take them off him while dead

When he's panicked, he burns through the magical item he fed the Orb with faster. That's why he puts such a weight on keeping calm

The reason you have 2 days to resurrect him before exploding, and why he can still live for a bit if you don't give him an item immediately, is because without careful management, it consumes HIM. He has 2 days worth of magic to his person

He doesn't like to turn people down outright. To him, the gentlemanly thing to do is to go on a first date to indulge whomever asked. He's had a lot of first dates

He's been accused of using Enchantment as to why he's so dashing once or twice. It absolutely stoked his ego around his looks

Quipper fish and hundur sauce is the dish he's most proud of, but his favorite is a good slow roast

He'll make illusory ceilings for dates with starry skies and auroras. Maybe floating candles if he's feeling fancy. Yes that extends to the bedroom

If left to his own devices, he will relax in a bath for HOURS. Tara thinks he falls asleep in there (she can't prove anything)

Before the orb, he and his mother had a pseudo-competitive exchange of cookware. They'd take turns making the most ELABORATE dishes in the same fancy glass pan, and send it back and forth trying to outdo each other. Whenever one showed up with the pan, it would always be with a healthy seasoning of smug satisfaction and sweet compliments about the last meal

He likes picnics on the beach. If you show him shells and things he'll happily tell you where they came from

He always dresses just a smidge too warmly for the weather

He can sleep just about anywhere, and frequently does in his tower. It's not good for his back. When Tara finds him, she always tugs a blanket over him

His family symbol is a crescent moon setting in the water

Bonus Tara headcanon: her opal collar is her spellcasting focus

[the-griffons-saddlebag]

🛡 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺! Whalefall Armor
Armor (half plate), very rare (requires attunement) ___ This armor is made of repurposed whale bone and lashed together with salt-stained leather strips. While wearing it, you have resistance to poison damage and gain a swimming speed equal to your walking speed. If you're underwater, you also have advantage on any Wisdom (Animal Handling) or Charisma check you make to interact with beasts that have a swimming speed. 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙨. The armor has 5 charges for the following properties. It regains 1d4 + 1 expended charges daily at dawn. 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨. While wearing this armor, you can use an action to cast one of the following spells (save DC 16): "false life" (2nd-level version, 1 charge), "insect plague" (4 charges; the insects appear as a massive swarm of rotting quippers), or "stinking cloud" (2 charges). 𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙠𝙪𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙖. While wearing the armor, you can use an action to speak its command word and expend any number of charges from the armor, including 0, to summon the spirit of the whale used to make its bone plates. The spirit appears in an unoccupied space that you can see within 30 feet of you. It uses the statistics for a killer whale, except that it's undead, is immune to poison damage and the poisoned condition, and has a flying speed equal to its swimming speed. It obeys your mental commands to the best of its ability (no action required by you), and takes its turn immediately after yours. If you don't issue any commands, the spirit defends itself from hostile creatures, but otherwise takes no actions. The spirit disappears in a cloud of marine snow after 1 minute. It disappears early if you use an action to dismiss it or if it's reduced to 0 hit points. When the spirit disappears, roll a d10. If the result is equal to or less than 5 + the number of charges you expended as part of the action to summon it, it disappears as normal, and the property can't be used again until the next dawn. If the result is higher than that number, the spirit becomes hostile to you; it remains for 1 additional minute, can't be dismissed, and immediately regains half its maximum number of... ... Continued in the comment below! ___ ✨ Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for less than $10 a month!

[donutcleric]

it's been a while since I've posted anything I was happy with. just some wizard posting. I'll have to go back and give them a good colour scheme

[swan2swan]

Aw, Mike's really softened on The Phantom Menace.

Watching the RLM Acolyte review.

As usual, they're breaking down the whole Star Wars franchise with an oddly detached and accurate look.

[scrapsovereign]

I headcannon that when Gale slowly grew more miserable and depressed being with Mystra, Morena and Tara became more unhinged and protective over him.

Like for his birthday Morena gifts Gale an expensive earring to wear instead of the one he wears in honor of Mystra, she always tries to schedule time with him when she knows he’s going to see her, and tells him how thin he’s gotten- “Are you eating enough? You’re practically skin and bones! Is everything okay with Mystra? I know you, and you don’t have an appetite when you’re upset. You’ve hardly touched your quipper and hundur sauce!”

Tara will leave books in his tower that are the Faerunian equivalent of “Abused Men:The Hidden Side of Domestic Violence” and the Gottman 7 Principles of Marriage, bluntly points out the power imbalance wherever he goes to see her (he’s always accommodating HER), and do asshole cat things like knock her statue on his desk off the ground.

[beejwatch]

Having carlye be a constant quipper jokester heeheehaha type with the other nurse too like weeeeehhhhh theyre suchhhhh a good match. Carlye and hawk i mean

[we-ask-beforewe-bite]

Gale: Tara remains as wilful as ever, but I'm glad you've finally made her acquaintance. Given the length of time away, I feared she might have given up on me. I should have known better - she'd never do such a thing. Levis: I can see why you love her. She's quite the character. Gale: That's Tara - loyal, intelligent, brave, and apparently unwilling to follow even the most basic of instructions when her own safety is at stake. I wouldn't have her any other way. I'd actually been thinking about introducing the two of you anyway. Over a sumptuous home-cooked meal, if that sounds at all to your taste? My tower in Waterdeep boasts an excellent kitchen and a wine cellar to rival Ondal himself. Not to mention a larder stocked with my homemade hundur sauce. Levis: Hundur sauce? Gale: A Waterhavian delicacy, spiced to leave exactly the right amount of heat lingering on the tongue, and served with that most sharp-toothed of aquarian residents, the quipper fish. I make it to my mother's recipe, It packs quite a wallop. As does she.