#alternate time

[midnightfire1222]

I need to redo some of these, like Amy and Sonic cuz I wanna change them a bit, and Tails cuz I've lost the flat color version and can't make a new one right now. For now though, these are the most accurate ones I have. I also don't have one for Shadow, as an outfit hasn't been settled on for him yet. Also, for Ursula's tail, it's hard to tell, but the end is split like a nekomata. Just look at Espeon's tail from pokemon. It's split like that.

Gareth here is a special case. He's been mentioned in Wars of the Heart but hasn't been introduced. The reason for this is, as it's mentioned above, is that he's deceased. He's not part of the main cast; I'd just wanted to draw him.

Oh yeah; Amy has this alt outfit too, for when she's chillin'.

[evenceflux18]

When your fam can't take you seriously because you still have a duty for your baby girl😭

Pls don't mind the ribbon, he just tied it on cause Gardenia likes them to look the same😭

[densi-mber]

I Saw You Through the Smoke and Sadness

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A/N: I can’t believe another Densimber, and year, are almost behind us. Thanks so much to everyone who read and participated this year. I hope this helped keep the show alive in everyone’s hearts and minds a little bit longer.

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“This is a terrible idea,” Kensi hissed in between heated kisses. Marty Deeks lifted his head from her neck, his blue eyes wide and gleaming brightly under the street lamp’s glow.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, his lip lifting in that slightly mischievous smirk that Kensi loved.

It was one of the characteristics that had drawn her to him the first day he walked into the club. She’d look out into the audience as she sang a song about love and heartbreak, and their eyes had met through the smoke clouded room.

Kensi fiddled with the collar of his suit, tucked a curl that endlessly escaped his pomade back from his forehead. “No.”

Deeks’ mouth curved into a full-blown grin as she tugged his mouth back to hers. She slid her hands up his back, beneath his jacket, dragging the material of his shirt along the way, until she felt the tantalizing warmth of bare skin.

“Oh good lord, not again,” a perturbed voice sighed, and Kensi jerked out of Deeks’ arms at the same time he dragged her further into the darkness of provided by the trash cans nearby.

“Nell,” Kensi murmured awkwardly, brushing her hands through her hair.

Nell Jones stood with her hands balanced on her hips, cigarette case extending in front of her, and an unamused expression gracing her face.

“This is the third time this week,” Nell continued, sounding annoyed, but unsurprised.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s my fault,” Deeks said at the same time.

“It’s not going to matter who started it if Sabatino finds out.” Nell rolled her eyes, adjusting her tray. “You need to be on stage in eight minutes. You might want to fix your makeup before then.”

With that, Nell turned and flounced off, her short hair bouncing underneath the ridiculous hat that comprised part of her uniform.

Kensi glanced at Deeks, who now leaned against the wall, his head tipped back as he inhaled slowly. Just one look at them and anyone would know what they’d been up to. His shirt was almost completely untucked from his pants, his hair ruffled beyond repair, and she didn’t need light to know her lipstick would be smeared across his lips and cheeks. Deeks had been more careful, yet she knew her appearance wasn’t as flawless as when she’d snuck out the back with him.

“I’m sorry,” Deeks repeated, his voice melancholy now. “I shouldn’t have pulled you out here. Again.”

“You didn’t exactly drag me out kicking and screaming,” Kensi reminded him wryly before she sobered again. She helped him tuck his shirt in against, smoothing out the wrinkles the best she could. His hair was a lost cause at this point.

When she was done, she pressed her face to his chest. They should be going in now; Kensi couldn’t find it in her to leave him just yet though.

“Why don’t we leave?” Deeks said it so quietly, Kensi barely heard him. “Run somewhere that no one knows us and start all over.”

“We’ve talked about this, baby,” Kensi told him, the pet name slipping out before she could catch herself. “If Sabatino caught us…” she left the statement unfinished, shaking her head.

She hated herself every day for not being strong enough to escape the man that all but held her prisoner. For getting in this situation in the first place. There was a point in her life where she would have fought to her last breath before anyone controlled her. She’d been different, more naive back then.

“I’ll get you out somehow,” Deeks promised, so fervently that it made Kensi pause and pull away from him.

“Deeks, don’t do anything foolish.”

“Careful, sweetheart, it almost sounds like you like me.”

She rolled her eyes at his teasing. She made it a point to never voice her affection for Marty Deeks. Necking like teenagers in the alley was perfectly acceptable; telling him she loved him beyond all reason would break her tenuous control.

“As if I would fall for a sweet-talking degenerate.” She closed her eyes and kissed Deeks one more time, swiping her thumb over his lips before she took a final step back. “Remember not to come in too soon.”

The chatter of voices and the band playing filtered into the back hallways when Kensi walked back inside. She ducked into the ladies’ room, reapplying her lipstick and fluffing her hair. It wasn’t perfect, but would have to do.

Her legs trembled slightly as she walked past happy, drunken couples. She saw Nell out on the floor, back to the sweet, innocent personality that helped charm patrons into buying overpriced cigarettes, cigars, and mints.

“Eric, give me something strong,” she told Eric, the bartender. He raised one eyebrow in concern, but wisely chose not to comment when she glared at him. He brought a shot glass back with some dark liquid and she drank it in a single gulp that burned her tongue and throat.

“Rough night, Miss Blye,” a man seated one of the barstools asked. He was a frequent patron, there almost every night with either a friend, or his wife.

“No more than usual, Mr. Hanna,” she responded with a tight smile.

“Sam, remember? And if you ever change your mind about that, I’m just a call away.” He stood up from the stool, holding out a five dollar bill. “Wonderful show tonight as always.”

Kensi took the money, feeling something less pliable in the folded paper. Sam nodded once, walking away towards one of the tables.

She saw Sabatino looking towards the stage, and hurried to get backstage before he noticed her standing there. She didn’t need him to start asking questions. Somehow there were a few seconds left before her next number, so she unfolded Sam’s tip, frowning when she found a business card inside. There wasn’t a note of any sort, but she remembered what Sam had told her before leaving.

The opening notes of the next song swelled suddenly, and Kensi jerked, hastily tucking both the money and card into the front of her dress. She pushed through the curtains, holding her arms wide as the audience applauded, offering a sultry smile.

Deeks slid back into the room, unobtrusively taking a seat towards the back. She ached to run off the stage and join him. To be brave enough to run away like he’d suggested.

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A/N: Yes, I kind of ripped off elements of “The Blue Butterfly” episode of Castle.

Also, Sabatino is the bad guy here.

[norski-15]

Hello I am back from the dead lol, anyway I have decided that I’m gonna do a lot of different Au’s and not just one so I don’t get bored and lose interest anyway I have a lot of things I’ve been doing while I was gone and I am gonna start posting again. This is an au where ww3 happens humans are not completely obliterated however Russia loses and in the process they dissolve their is a lot more lore however I will do that in an other post!

[auckie]

https://x.com/MorePerfectUS/status/1765391777580912958?s=20

PLEASE GD IF YOU LOVE AND WANT TRAINS

[mewvore]

found a jean bustier at the thrift store. the justier

[cemeterything]

if i made tv shows i would insist on having those "previously on..." recaps at the start of each episode because they're fun and also so i could use one of them to show a series of events that definitely never happened in the story before being like "oops! wrong timeline lol" and cutting to the actual opening and never acknowledging what the fuck just happened again

[panthermouthh]

Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

De-Aged Danny, gesturing to a dazed Bruce inside Wayne Manor: And this is Bruce! Otherwise known as the Himbo! Reporters: Hmm, yes, interesting... Bruce: What the- Danny: I'm not sure what that word means. I heard it from Dick, but no one will give me my answer, not even Jason, who is easily bribed. Bruce: Why are there reporters in my house!? Danny, innocent and childlike: They asked to come inside, Bruce! They seemed like really nice people, so I thought it'd be polite to give them a tour. Bruce, filled with infinite patience: I really wish you had asked me before you did that, chum. Danny: But why? We don't have anything to hide... do we, Bruce?

Or, in order to rise to the Ghost Throne, Danny has to complete a series of trials to prove he is capable of ruling (or any other reason, Danny just needs to do trials to prove himself).

The last trial, issued by Clockwork, is thus: discover the Wayne Family secret in two weeks without the use of any of his powers.

He has one shapeshift to pick a form that could endere him to the Waynes, but only one before he starts and he has to get close to the family by his own wits. Danny, after studying the family and reading of one sentence summary of each Wayne, picks the body of a six-year-old little boy that looked like a child Jason Todd.

Bruce: That child is up to something. Dick, third favorite: I don't know, Bruce; he acts like a normal kid. Jason, #1 favorite: I doubt the old man's ever met a normal kid. Tim, least favorite: Bruce is right, but can you please not talk like the villains from Chicken Run.

[nataliedecorsair]

As time goes by, some things change, but some remain the same I redrew my old art to see how much things changed. Also you can read about Pticenoga and Shade here >:) This AU has been with me for years and I still enjoy every little piece of it ＼o／ (you can see the hat he's giving to her here)

[nerdpoe]

Danny, after going on a walk through the Ghost Zone, comes across a very friendly couple who quasi-adopt him.

They're super cool, too!

They used to be a part of a traveling circus, and they know how to do all sorts of neat tricks and flips and they teach him how to do them too!

Honestly, with their help his flying becomes next level; they forced him to obey gravity long enough to learn how to ignore it without using his abilities, and as such he gets a greater understanding of how to maneuver through it.

So when his Freshman class goes to Gotham on a field trip (scare tactic to prevent them from becoming drop outs because "oh if you drop out you'll resort to being a thug and you'll be trapped in this cursed city foreverrrrrr ooooooooo~") Danny decides to show off to Sam and Tucker in a small park.

He does a quadruple flip off of a wall he ran up.

Barbara stares in disbelief through her cameras.

That.

That shouldn't be possible?

She calls Dick to ask if he had any siblings or cousins he wasn't aware of.

[midnightfire1222]

Guess what I just dropped!~ New Wars of the Heart chapter!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28074276/chapters/140951539#workskin

Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/midnightfire1222/art/Wars-of-the-Heart-Chapter-75-1046750526

Hope you enjoy!

[evenceflux18]

I hope ya'll had a wonderful Valentine's! Not only for couples but for singles and all kinds of love as well!!🤗💖

[spectral-honey]

AU where Jason gets his revenge by becoming a lawyer and getting joker sentenced to the death penalty

Bruce is conflicted about it but any time he tries to say anything on the subject Alfred just talks over him like "oh we're so proud of you master Jason you finished college and you didn't even use your father's extensive resources that could've easily gotten someone in this family a degree aren't we so proud master Bruce that Jason got himself a respectable profession--"

[trepppy]

Quick au for funn I'll probably add to it later

[cutter-kirby]

come on simon