#hi i've been busy exploding and dying lately

[soaptaculart]

The cat and the dad she said she "didn't want"

[wanderingmind867]

So let me just recap briefly the history of the first joker and the first riddler. The first riddler was the guy from the telltale games. The one played by robin atkin downes who died at the end of the first chapter of the game. And the first joker is alfred stryker, some weird mutant who became a crime lord and mafioso whilst also becoming a champion of the downtrodden. Together, the riddler and the joker became enemies of the Court of Owls. But they both vanished decades ago. Nobody ever learned where they went. And they both only resurface now, just in time to strike back against the Court of Owls.

The Riddler reappears first, and he ends up dying just the same way he did in the telltale games. Except here he manages to inspire young forensic scientist Edward Nygma shortly before he does, which will inevitably lead to the birth of a second Riddler. But all that's important for right now is that the first riddler dies, and the original joker blames the Court of Owls for his death when he finds out about it. That's all that's important for this recap of my storyline.

When the original Joker breaks out, he ends up infiltrating the Court of Owls. Meanwhile, Batman is busy dealing with Doctor Phosphorus (who I forgot to mention earlier, but who was the third core component to the riddler and joker's old triad of crime). By the time Batman has stopped Doctor Phosphorus from taking revenge on the families of Hamilton Hill, Carmine Falcone and Bruce Wayne, the original joker has already learned everything he needed to learn in regards to the Court of Owls and their history. More of this is covered in my original note on him, so I don't want to discuss it again now.

But to cut to the chase, Batman finds the original joker and the court of owls headquarters just as everything's gone to hell. Alfred Stryker has been uncovered by the Court, but he's already rigged their parliament building to explode. Batman manages to save a small handful of court members, but it's too late for most of them. The whole building explodes in a fiery ball of chemically induced destruction, and the Court of Owls is no more. Their whole membership is dead. Alfred Stryker is dead, turned into dust alongside all the members of the Court. It's all over, but now Gotham is broken and in desperate need of rebuilding.

So we make a time skip to around eight months later. That's around when batman first meets Dick Grayson and takes him in as Robin. The organized crime scene in Gotham is virtually nonexistent now, so all the criminals this dynamic duo faces end up being costumed supervillians of some variety or another. The second Joker, the second Riddler, Two-Face, The Penguin, Catwoman, etc. It's not peak silver age style storytelling, and this is where i'm gonna leave this story.

I can't be bothered to write any more stuff to bridge the rest of the gap until we catch up with pre crisis 1985/1986 time, so i'm leaving this task to somebody else now. If you want to continue my worldbuilding exercise in futility, go right ahead. Talk about Ra's Al Ghul, and the birth of the second Robin (Jason Todd), and how Killer Croc killed Jason's parents, and how Nocturna became Jason's adoptive mother. But i'm done. This is too much for any one man to bear. I think I exhausted myself writing all this at school today. And also, I feel like writing all this took away from my ability to read my book as effectively at school. So yeah. I'm done. Someone else needs to finish what i've started, because i give up.

PS: The first joker is responsible for Ethan Bennett becoming one of many supervillians known as clayface. I forgot to mention that, but it's something that does happen here. I can't not have Ethan Bennett show up in my Batman story. He's similar to Harvey Dent, but he's a distinct character all his own. I feel like it's only fair I feature both of them here.

[catcze]

finally done colouring my oc, it took a while tbh but finally its done!

I think it's obvious I gave up after coloring the hair </3

reminder, their vision is somewhere on their back, as a way to yk cover it up from the vision hunt decree ahaha, but anyway I hope this is good enough, I tried😭😭

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hello! it's 🥣 anon<3 i haven't been sending asks lately, I've been busy😭😭

so we're talking about ocs? I'd like to share mine.

so my oc is an afab dendro bow user from inazuma, and they go by they/them as their pronouns and is 5'7. I'm not currently sure if they should be a support or a dps, maybe even a healer

kind of like ganyu, they can summon a flower(a rose maybe?) as their elemental skill, and will explode and deal massive dendro damage.

they can also summon vines to suck enemies in the ground as their elemental burst. depending on the enemies size, the bigger the vines. the vines have the ability to suck the life out of the enemies, and gives the current party member more health, depending on their damage.

once the elemental burst is finished, the enemies will go back up.

their normal attacks can go up to 5 times, the final attack has their arrow infused with pyro, making the enemy burn.

their aimed shots/charged attacks has a sharp vine growing on the arrow, and if you shoot a small enemy with it, it'll fling back.

if you have them in your party, they give you 15% extra crit rate when you use their elemental skill.

and expedition timing on inazuma will be decreased.

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ahhh that's all I can say from my oc. I probably made them op but I tried my best making them original. I've been thinking of drawing my oc but I haven't thought of what hair style they have yet aksjsjsk.

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HI ITS 🥣 ANON AGAIN, REMEMBER MY LAST ASK WITH MY OC?? I FINALLY FIGURED OUT WHAT HAIRSTYLE THEY HAVE AHH

alright so I want my oc to have shoulder length, naturally wavy hair, and a purple streak on the side.

they were originally from snezhnaya but I changed it to inazuma ajksks.

they have a dyed purple streak on their hair bc it reminds them of inazuma and they're basically attached to that place😭😭

I'm gonna try and draw them soon but my drawing isn't that good bc I never drew my ocs before😭 so be prepared ahaha💞💞

KJASNDSA OMG BABE <3333 YOUR OC. LOOKS SO COOL AKJSDNS <3 THE DRAWING YOU MADE IS  *chefs kiss* <33333

jsjs d I love love LOVE the effort you put int deciding skills for them omg !! 

YOU DID SO GOOD W THE DRAWING I CANT SAY IT ENOUGH 💞💞💞

Let me hug them pls pls pls they look so huggable omg akjsdnasjk 🥺💞💞💞💞

[nightfallguardian]

D.6

He's out there someplace. I've seen him. I suppose I should backtrack a little, fill in some missing bits for those who are missing the most. You city folks have urban legends, scary stories. Silly stuff like vaults full of ghosts being kept so there aren't more guardians, that the Earth is flat, and so on. We have some ourselves, ones like a group of iliksni guardians, of weapons that are almost magical. We also have our scary stories. Everyone has heard whispers of a dark heart in thorny halls, a labyrinth of bone and screams. Some of these places exist, some don't, others are some sort of quantum superstate in between realities. Between the light, vex, hive, darkness... There are so many things we don't quite grasp. In these places, things... Change.

The city knows these things, even in whispers and legends. None of what I'm saying is new, or troubling. Hell, you can hear about the same in bars on the weeks end. But there's a legend I hadn't heard of before, one guardians don't bring into the light often or for long. Guardians lost to us are another subject that brings up the same sort of stillness, the dying of laughter and the darkening of eyes follow some stories, some words.

I was out in the reef, since we've been allowed back I've taken a turn at the whole curse thing out there. It's unsettling, watching the whole place get torn up, killing fields of the enemy only to have nothing change week after week. Makes my skin crawl, lights truth. So I walked away from it, started poking around the reef. Easy friends and loot out there, but both will cost you a chunk of glimmer. I had bought some... Information. A little tussle had gone down outside the reef. Some hive, some fallen, some mercenary group: the players didn't matter really. It was the salvage that had eyes drifting that way. Usually weapons could survive a tussle, the odd armor bit, components mostly, and matter you could deprogram into glimmer. That was the biggest draw. Ships and armor have a lot of super fine, reprogrammable parts. Makes em able to self repair, and it makes them easy to scavenge.

I made it out to this desolate corner of asteroid belt, and there it is. Tussle is too small of a word for what I found. Tomb ships, a couple of skiffs, and a few guardian lugs all dead in space. Debris field was huge, and my palms were itching just thinking of all the junk I could scrap in the two days I had paid spider for. My ship is a small half ring affair, with field generators that give me a bubble of air and working space so I can salvage without cutting bits up and bringing them through an airlock or any other nonsense. Makes me one of the fastest being able to just skim along and place a working bubble on the most valuable parts quick and easy. My ship is mostly air tanks, storage, and those generators. High profit margins, but it cost me to build. I'm still paying on parts of it, prototype bits and such. Will be for decades probably, thank you Bray and Holliday.

So there I was, about eighteen hours in, working on the port guns of a tomb ship. The exotic coils in those sell for quite a bit. I had the bubble up, my ghost Andre was sorting and cleaning the salvage as we went, business as usual. Then Andre pinged me. One of the guardian ships wasn't too beat up, and the scans were showing some high grade alloys inside. Scans wouldn't penetrate, which means weapons, or valuable black market items. It was half jammed into a broken tomb ship. Weal passed slowly through a debris cloud, hive bodies and awoken floating peacefully in space. The salvage I was heading to suddenly woke up, swinging away from the tomb ship. It had nosed in, not been stuck at all. Lights flickered on, and a small cannon shot twice. One hit my sensor array, the other bored right into the engine cowling.

Pirates. Dark guardians, had to be. A short range radio transmission told me to shut down and wait to be boarded. I was dead in space, so I shut down. I was just about to tell my ghost Andre to flee, Rez me later, when I saw one of the bodies move. It looked like a hunter, with the signature cape. As it rotated in the void I could see his face.

Two dull yellow eyes glared through a broken exo face at the darkness. It had to be a trick of the light, he was spaced. Dead. That kind of damage had to have killed the guy even if space couldn't. If his ghost was alive, he wouldn't be here.

As the pirate ship moved in, the dead exo kicked off the corpse of a hive knight next to him, and I guess the ship noticed. Banking hard, it tried to bring it's guns up, but it was too late. The ruin-faced hunter was already on the ship, doing something. I couldn't see, I didn't want to see. I was quickly trying to fire up my auxiliary power. There was a flash of bright light, that was also dark somehow. A shockwave caused my ship to groan, I realized something exploded. It had to be the pirate ship, shooting at me or the guardian. I looked up, into a pair of yellow, deadly eyes. One flickered softly, but neither eye wavered. His face... It looked worse up close. Broken, raw edged metal thrust forward like the teeth of some nightmare beast, electricity sparking behind all the damage now and then. He pointed at me, then over my shoulder to the small airlock I had for repairs. He wanted in.

I knew that if I didn't let him in, I would probably live only long enough to regret it. I opened the exterior hatch. Once he was inside, he quickly went over my haul. Pulling components with remarkable dexterity, he had filled a little sack in about a half hour. They were parts that sold for more than triple their weight in glimmer, with broken rifles, and a host of other odds and ends. I didn't speak, and neither did he. I had a feeling speaking first would hurt. A lot. The broken faced exo pulled out a ghost, a dark shell with a red eye scanned the bag and transmatted it, glancing at us before it too vanished. The broken faced exo came to me then, looking into my eyes. He didn't go for his rifle, or his hand cannon. Instead he stabbed me, with a metal shiv broken off one of the bigger bits in my hold. It wasn't immediately fatal, but I could tell it would be. I gasped in surprise. My ghost immediately came out cursing him, trying to heal me.

Ruin-face grabbed him, I heard Andre beep in pain. He took a black knife from his chest and held it to Andres eye. Making it very clear he was in control. He motioned me to the floor, where I laid on my face, fear pumping through my veins. He set Andre right next to my face, straddling me, he wrenched off my left glove. He carved something into the back of my hand.

He said "I'm sorry, Friends. But needs must." In a surprisingly rough but sane voice. He put a slip of paper on Andre like a little hat, and transmatted out. The paper was a warning, and an invitation.

Friend.

There are secrets to be had. Fighting is good, making the enemy afraid is better. More danger comes, though not always from where you would believe. On the darkest day, find me. You will know the way.

I was found a bit later, dead on my ship. He had planted a small charge in the airlock, and a vacuum doesn't agree with humans missing helmets. Andre set off the alert beacon. Spider had a crew grab me, for a fee naturally. There was no note, and the mark on the back of my hand is gone. But I know it's there, I can feel it now and then, I could trace it in my sleep... I've brought up Ruin-Face to dozens and dozens of guardians who frequent the grey zones. The edges of safe space, where dark creeps in and light fades. All of them laugh at my silly story, the urban myth of Ruin-Face. But I watch. I have sharp eyes, it comes from scavenging. They all laugh at me, yes; but some of them laugh while rubbing the back of their left hand...

[angstandhappiness]

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The cat and the dad she said she "didn't want"