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[wackytheorist]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3

NOOOO YOOOUUUU-

(Thank you anon <3 this means a lot to me! )

[peace-and-light-poetry]

“I know that I’ve hurt you.”

It was a gray day And those two were alone With little besides raindrops

And silence

Perhaps, the time had come When they'd talk about that day Or, perhaps, it wasn't the time

Regardless, it would be acknowledged

She told her "I know that I've hurt you."

The younger girl didn't make eye contact Instead, she just froze, a pause in her actions Perhaps, her sister just thinking aloud

(something she'd try to convince herself of)

She continued, "I know that I've hurt you and I am sorry."

Memories of that day haunted them like ghosts

Gray became splashed with A river of red

And the silence was replaced with white noise Staticky white noise, with the faint whispers of screams

"It's alright if you don't forgive me....."

She was shaking

"....I don't forgive myself either. Not for that, no."

A pause The world stood still Ebbing, in loud silence

Aside from the rain falling "I won't ask forgiveness but I do want you to know....."

Time started up again

"....that I am sorry."

Time seemed to be going faster now As the younger girl contemplated what to say She was trying to stifle her sobs

Her wails Just like that day She was trying not to break down

      —further

The older girl wasn't asking for forgiveness No, she was just thinking aloud Right?

The day was gray Gray and quiet, aside from the sound of raindrops And these two were alone

Silence came again Another pause, time slowing Before resuming

"I love you."

[thebestwolf]

COMPLETELY FORGOT, SHIT

Okay, so I completely forgot Tumblr existed and honestly, it's just not gonna be something I do often. I'm too caught up with business at the pizzaplex. So sorry I haven't been posting recently. Won't be doing it for a while. Thank you for understanding, my fans!

[peculiaritybending]

Aziraphale’s face after Crowley kisses him makes me feel sick, not exaggerating, not a silly haha hyperbole, it actually makes my stomach churn. He just looks so broken up about it, he’s almost crying. I know that if Crowley had said yes to going to Heaven with him he would have kissed him back but he couldn’t. There’s a look of guilt there and just pure pain, he looks at Crowley in a way that says “please don’t make me feel this, not now” and the worst part is because of how complicated his reaction is, I feel it could be mistaken for one of disgust which disturbs me so much because Crowley may believe that’s how it made him feel. The fact that Aziraphale doesn’t kiss Crowley back but also isn’t the one to pull away and instead briefly holds Crowley during this kiss haunts me so much as well, god.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

When you realise that Henry and Alex weren’t in fact playing with each others fingers in the meetingg he with King James, but Alex was in fact letting Henry fidget with the signet ring 🫠🥹🫠🥹🫠🥹🫠🥹🫠

[dcxdpdabbles]

Could you do more cave boy Danny please? I really wanna see what you have in mind for the direction you want the prompt to take 👻

The first thing that registers for Danny is the flouting feeling that he often relates to flying. To him, it always felt like being in the water, perfectly balanced with his arms and legs spread out, letting himself be weightless and left up instead of fighting gravity.

He allows himself to be taken by the sensation. It's not often he can fly just for enjoyment, especially in recent months. The Waynes were far too observant.

It is only when he tries to move into a more comfortable position that he notices the restraint.

Unlike in the water, he does not move slightly up and down with waves so he knows he's not flying in his ghost form. There is nothing that ever hinders him, even if slightly.

This is a different sense of flying.

It's caused by medication.

Danny's eyes snap open, fearing men in white suits, and instead gets a teenager in black and red-leaning his head into his hands. There are no restraints or a containment pod, instead, there are soft warm blankets and a large bed.

There are beeps from machines and a tube inside his arm, tapped to the top of his elbow. He's not sure what is in it but he hopes it to help with his pain and not to....see what his DNA is made of or something.

Thoughts are....hard right now. Like trying to grasp sand but it only slips through his fingers. He is aware but not. Did someone steal his brain? He is usually a much better thinker.

"Brucie!" The red and black teenager grasps, throwing his head up. Danny squints at him, wondering if his black wings are alright. They didn't explain or even react to his movement.

Danny should contact Frostbite. His Yeti can fix up those right up.

"It's a cape" The other laughs but his voice is soft with sadness. Danny squints at him trying to pinpoint why he would be so sad. It might be because he hasn't shifted into a butterfly yet.

"I'm not a butterfly." The other laughs a little more amused.

Danny's eyes widened. Was the teenager a mind reader? That's a scary thought. What if he learned all of Danny's secrets?

"Brucie....who's Danny?"

Nah, Danny wasn't risking it. He was going back to sleep. He had to escape into his dreams that way they would be just as confused by them as he was. He chuckles to himself, knowing that they won't know what to do against the giant green dog that guarded his dreams.

"Goodnight Brucie. Enjoy your green dog"

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Hours later Danny wakes up again but this time he is much more lucid. He glances around the room, eyes flickering over the machine and wires attached to him with little care.

He can recognize the room the Waynes gave him with ease. Everything from the posters he had put up in an attempt to look like an average teenager- even if he did only put up posters of Batman and his crew- to the random nick-nacks he left behind in his escape.

It was a bit bare from when he took everything but it's still the room he called home for a while.

How in the world did he get back to Wayne Manor?

Danny needs to get out now.

Standing up on uneasy legs, he rips out the wires as fast as he can, uncaring of the loud alarms that ring the moment he does. He rushes for the door, vision blurry, having to force all of his will into getting one step and then another.

Danny is forced to take small pauses every now and then because his body simply can't handle moving too fast. His legs shake from the effort it takes to keep him up right but he pushes through anyway.

It's only when he manages to get to the door that he remembers his powers. Danny flexes his abs into a clench that he had come to associate with activating his powers. For a brief second, twin rings of light appear, but they only move z few centimeters before flickering out of sight.

It feels like all his energy fades with with.

Panting, he slides to the floor, his limbs feeling like lead and his head swimming with fog. His head falls to the side slightly, but he can see that the door is right in front of him.

Danny tries to reach for it but all that does is cause him to tumble over. There is a dull ache on his chin and chest, as he lays there on the ground breathing heavily, and small black dots start to appear in his vision.

He is likely going to pass out soon from his core's backlash. Danny can't afford that. Not until he's safely away from the Manor and back in his cave.

How in the world did he even get out of his cave? How did he end up here?

All questions he'll have to answer later.

Planting his forearms before himself and pushing one leg slightly to the side, Danny lifts himself up. He lets his legs relax, making sure they don't drag behind him, as he shifts one arm forward and then another, crawling towards the door in the army crawl his mom should him.

He makes it to the door in what feels like hours but is probably seconds. His hands reach upward to launch onto the door handle with all his strength. to heave it open.

There is a moment of pure unadulterated joy that he was able to get this far when Danny encounters a slight problem. There is a force field right inside the doorway.

He figures this out when he slams into an invisible wall. A startled yelp is ripped from his throat as he stumbles back, blinking owlishly at the flickering force field light that gleams and ripples mockingly at him.

For half a second, he thinks that one of his siblings had pranked him by putting up plastic wrap to have him walk into it.

Except for the man in a brown trench coat who is staring down at him with an open mouth.

"Brucie!" Bruce shouts pushing the stranger out of the way to kneel down. "What happened?"

"He activated my wares to keep out spirits....or in this case keep them in?" Trench coat is staring at Danny with a strange expression. It seems like a cross between intrigued and weary. "What are you?"

"I already told you, this is my counterpart from a different universe," Bruce says helping Danny into a sitting position. "We confirmed it the first night he was here. Both DNA and our multi-universal tests came back positive."

"Batty, I highly doubt you have the technology to test for dimension travelers-"

"I do. I used it on every Flash I have ever come across, every time I see them."

"......I know I call you batty but honestly Batty that's alarming."

Danny's eyes flicker between them before he activates his intangibility. It's an ability that doesn't require his full form, however just as he's starting to slip through Bruce's fingers his legs slam against a similar field just a few inches from the floor.

His knees pop loudly and Danny screeches.

"Brucie!"

"Yeah, I wouldn't do that. My wards are all around us. I put them up after finding your cave drenched in otherworld energy. Figured I was protecting you not capturing you."

Danny's yanks his legs up, trying to crawl away from the man. Bruce throws an arm in front of him and Danny foolishly presses himself into the older man's back, trying to shield away from the very alarmingly competent Ghost Hunter.

"You leave him alone. He is not a threat. He is just a civilian boy who happens to be a meta" Bruce's voice is low and dangerous. Danny has never heard him speak like that, even while dressed as Batman.

"Batty, whatever that is, it is certainly not a civilian let alone a boy. The amount of will it took just to keep my wards up by him hitting against them by accident is nothing to sneeze at." Trench Coat insists, pulling out a stone with a strange marking on it. Danny squints at the symbols and then gasps when he recognizes them.

ᛙᛁ⸜⸍ˎ⸜ᛍ╵╮ˎ◟ᛍ╵

It's Fenton Works spelled out in runes, medieval runes to be exact. Danny knows because Jazz and he had a bonding phase where they translated the family name and business. They would carve the symbols into hundreds of wood plates, to bond with their aunt.

"Yeah, even the Witch Boy flinched at this seal." The man smirks, holding out the plat as if he were warding off a spirit. Danny cowers more behind Bruce."You have no idea what I had to trade to get this"

"What the hell are you doing?" Tim's voice cuts through the tension. He is standing in the doorway, arms crossed and face dark. Behind him are the rest of the Waynes. None of them are looking friendly.

"Constantine." Bruce growls. "You are on thin ice. Backdown. Now".

"Not to be disrespectful Batty, but that thing is-"

"His name is Bruce Wayne, You will do well to remember it. " Damian cuts in. The blond man holding- his own carving?- tilts his head.

"But that's not your name is it?" He asks Danny, who swallows. He presses closer to Bruce and watches the Waynes slowly circle Constantine. It's obvious they are about to jump him and Danny-

Danny realized that he may have tried to run but that obviously wasn't going to work. He couldn't hide either, because they found him.

He needed to come clean.

"Wait." He says, his voice stilling the room in a way that only those with complete control. He scoots to the right leaving Bruce's protection. "Wait. He's right. I'm not Bruce Wayne. My name is Danny Fenton. I've been lying to you all. I'm sorry."

"Fenton?" Constantine repeats confused but he doesn't get to continue because Bruce pulls him back behind him.

"You aren't lying. We knew you had a different name, you're still my counterpart."

What.

"Yeah Danny, we kind of knew from day one that you were a version of Bruce even if it was under a different name" Dick laughs. "You told Tim your real name a few days ago as well as your universe coordinates. We already confirmed its location and Tim is working on a ship for you."

What

"We knew. You Bruce." Cass says looking right at Danny. "We since the day we found you."

That's....not right at all.

"No. I'm Danny Fenton. I'm not a version of Bruce. I can prove it!" He shouts, throwing his hand on Bruce's back. He makes his core glow, knowing no two people could ever have the same one unless they are variants of timelines.

That's why Dani's core won't glow with him but Dan will.

Constantine nods his head "A core glow test. That will prove that you aren't Bruce and are something that's pretending to be him. Claiming to be part of the King's family is also a bold claim."

"Look ma I never claim to be part of some King's family I only-"

Twin blue and green glows burst from Danny's and Bruce's chest and Danny's words die on his tongue. Constantine drops his hand in shock.

"See? You are Brucie!" Dick laughs as if he hadn't just shattered Danny's entire world viewpoint. He could only gape at the group of people before Bruce placed a hand on his head.

"I'm sorry. If I had known you knew where your world was located we would have gotten you home to your parents weeks ago. You must have been so scared. Don't worry. We'll have you home soon."

Again and with great feeling, he will say what!?

[hollis-art]

i personally think that odo has flown into a glass pane as a bird at least once, and i think quark deserves to be there when it happens

odo was out here trying to be majestic to impress his boyfriend/guy that he wholeheartedly hates, and the glass just had to get in the way smh

[trashcora]

PEDRO PASCAL in Drive-Away Dolls (2023) — dir Ethan Coen

[time-woods]

it does me psychic damage evrytime i relate to harry- from the dumb ass mullet and bitchin style (terrible), or the scars on the back of his hands- like its cathartic in a way to see a story like his, im no where done with the game, all i know is that this man has been hurt, hes such a soggy papertowel

[bitwein]

Today’s inconsequential train sketch is miss crimson nail whom I’m in love with

[fr0gg13b413]

Girlhood is a spectrum: biblicially accurate angel <--> gregor samsa

[tornrose24]

I remembered @jackie-sugarskulls Aladdin comparison to TGAMM and was all 'Ok, I HAVE to draw that out. Though in this case it would barrow elements from both the original and 2019 versions.

God, I love designing Molly's princess dress. Especially because I got to include her Thai heritage in it.

(Also, it's painfully obvious which characters I haven't drawn as much. Ah well.)

[smol-bean-boi13]

We are here live at tumblr stadium, comin at you with some hot, new fanart of Meemaw Raph for @shardkn1ght !!!

The tattoo was surprisingly simple to draw, and the colors are so warm and nice ☺️

As soon as I saw her I HAD to draw!!!!!

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[loadinghellsing]

[painted-bees]

i had a dream that I did tarot card readings, and then woke up feeling conpelled to get a deck. so I did!! and they're really fun!!!

this morning, I did a reading for Raf, for shits 'n' giggles...

The question was specific to wondering how forming a band and going public again (with TBH) might pan out for him

I interpreted this as basically: "Well, you've just come back from dealing with a buncha stuff, are feeling good about it, and now you're in a transition. Lean on your people, extend some trust, invite others in, don't get stuck in your own head and you may finally get to burry the old career and image that was built for you under ephrem records"

That 10 of wands in distant past is so good lmao

The nine of swords as a future warning is also very good. And the queen of cups being like, "Don't forget to love and be loved." ALSO also very good.

also did one for Margie asking if she should attend music school lmao

my read of this was kinda "you've already got what you need and are on an excellent path forward. The lack of support you received growing up has since been addressed, and now you have a new perspective--but your thirst for knowledge still persists. It's been suggested to you--or maybe you're just worried--that school will be no good for you, but you've got the right temperment/attitude to get what you need out of the experience without being harmed or trapped by it."

this is a really positive spread, with only one real point of contention, so far as I can tell. and that point of contention could be Raf projecting his experiences onto Margie and advising her that school isn't worth the suffering it'll put her through. It could even be her own worry as to wether or not she'd be letting herself down if she does or doesn't do it, and worrying about what she'll be neglecting if she decides to go through with the studies. But king of cups and judgement are both quite reassuring here, especially in combination with her current position, as well as the 9 and 10 of cups. Page of pentacles suggests she's gonna be learning no matter what.

Most notably tho, I'm really surprised to see the lovers representing both Raf AND Magritte's current position in each of their respective spreads. I dunno what the odds of that are, but it seems special haha

[xxbranch-dressingxx]

"Izzy is a masochist who gets off on torture" and "Izzy did not apricate having his limbs chopped off" are two ideas that can and should coexist. Being a Masochist does not make it okay that Izzy was frequently punished psychically for crimes as small as "the crew doesn't wanna throw the treasure overboard because it's treasure"