#i tossed him into the bunch

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Flower Empowered.

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[afterthelambs]

i adore Maruki as a character because he's simultaneously the most relatable depressing character that will make you cry with empathy, and the goofiest wettest cat loser in the game like what do you mean youre a licensed therapist and your first response to trauma is to brainwash a girl, project ur relationship issues onto a 17 yr old boy, and then rule the world in a golden leotard? bro went from 0 to 100 so fast??? anyway he's like 30% of the reason why p5r works as well as it does

[tennessoui]

No logic to this probably lol sorry BUT an AU where Obi-Wan dies instead of Qui-Gon and Qui-Gon mourns his padawan while he takes up the responsibility of training yet ANOTHER padawan (Anakin). But for whatever reason Obi-Wan sticks around as some kind of Force ghost, mostly tethered to Qui-Gon, but it seems that only Anakin can see him at some points. Idk I just wanna imagine smol Anakin chatting to his 'imaginary friend'. Pada Obi force ghost

you know what i feel like i've read a fic like this before but i can't quite recall!! it's definitely a fascinating idea - i love like. the idea that the force is like 'wait you guys need to meet that needs to happen, kenobi wasn't supposed to die. skywalker needs kenobi and vice versa. no im not gonna accept your soul, obi-wan, i know you're going to be incredibly angsty about the perceived rejection of your soul by Me, the Force, but you don't understand my son needs you in his life. you'll become the first jedi to ever become a Force Ghost without any training. congratulations now go counsel my son through his peers making fun of his haircut. i know. you would have given him the padawan cut immediately. i know. i know. qui-gon didn't though and it feels wrong for me too. go be his friend.'

[leprosycock]

atp l is like double j's body weight and it's making me feel crazy. i need them to stand side by side so i can imprint the image into my corneas

NO LITERALLY SPEEDRUNNING EVENT SAVE ME PLEEEASEEEEEE

[softquietsteadylove]

Both are attending a meeting with some business partners but soon they insult and make fun of Gil getting himself shot. Thena isn’t having it at all and soon they are begging for mercy and forgiveness 😈

For the tyrant king au of course 😁

"Then we're agreed."

Gil stood, although he hadn't said nearly as much in the meeting as Thena had with their associates. The businessmen in question were mostly interested in Thena's assets, after all, it was just that some of their 'goods' would be distributed through Thena's channels, as well as through Koreatown and Chinatown.

He wasn't nearly interested enough in what was being said; he wanted to be at home, with Thena, cuddling on the couch or listening to her read in bed while he played on his phone.

"Indeed we are," Thena nodded. The businessmen offered their hands, but Thena looked over at him. The Ice Queen didn't shake hands unless she was already acquainted with her associate.

Gil sighed, extending his hand to shake instead. The things he did for this woman. "I'm sure our doors will be open if you need to discuss anything else about the plans."

"Thank you," the associates traded looks, "Tyrant King. Your reputation precedes you. We have heard so much about your work."

He wasn't entirely sure what that was supposed to mean, but he slipped his hands into his pockets as they prepared to end the meeting, "great."

"Is it true you killed Kro?" the younger associate of the two asked in a near whisper, a juvenile glee coming from him as he asked.

"No," Gil answered without hesitation. The younger man looked disappointed before he moved his thumb towards Thena beside him, "she did."

"Ah yes, the Ice Queen is not without her own methods."

Gil caught Thena's eye for just a second. Again, he wasn't really sure what this young guy's deal was, but he was more and more eager to wrap things up.

"But The Prince Eternal, that most certainly was you!" the other associate now joined in. Technically, it was bad decorum--bringing up past business that wasn't anything they should be concerned with, Gil thought.

"Uh, yeah," Gil blinked. He wasn't sure how they had found that one out.

"Ah," the older one at least seemed to realise how rude they were being. "Forgive the intrusion. We do have quite a skilled information dealer we consulted before coming. Can't be ignorant to our honourable host's reputations, after all."

"You can be a little ignorant," Gil mumbled, although it was taken as more of a friendly joke than how he meant it--a genuine urging for them to get the fuck out of his office.

"You've had quite the past, Tyrant King!" the younger one chimed in again. "A bungled affair, sending business away left and right!"

"You even got shot last year!"

Perhaps they were unable to read the room--like, at all. But the two seemed elated to prove that they knew the lives of their business associates. They even grinned at him as they said it.

"It happens," the younger one waved it off like it was nothing, "I don't think you're past your prime at all!"

Gil bit his tongue. He didn't realise that was an opinion people had of him. What--because he got shot?! He didn't see how that was his fault.

"It was the fall of one of the great families in the business back in Korea! Their daughter still hasn't been seen in public."

Gil resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Do you know why that is?"

Gil felt a shiver run up even his spine, and he wasn't the one in trouble. He looked at the men who, by the calm looks on their faces, didn't seem to know yet why the temperature had changed so much.

Thena just stared at them, but they didn't make a guess at all. So, she informed them. "It's because I cut off one of her fingers before I sent her back to them."

The two men looked at one another. Apparently that wasn't in the briefing done by their precious 'information dealer' (horseshit). They put on perfectly polite smiles. "We were unaware, Ice Queen."

"Most are," Thena continued to fix them with her icy green glare. She rustled her lace around her shoulders. "I also told her that she would be relieved of her ears next, if I ever saw her near me, or my husband, again."

"Your-"

"We weren't-"

Poor guys didn't even see it coming. They could have just looked down when Thena adjusted her lace to see that she had reached for her hip. Her fingers had grasped the knife she kept around her thigh, which was now driven into the younger man's leg, dangerously close to some key arteries.

She looked at the other one, who flinched just from that. "I take threats - and disrespect - of the Tyrant King very seriously."

"I-I-I would-" he stuttered, trying to back up to the office doors behind him. But he could never have moved fast enough, getting another of her knives launched into the palm of his hand he had been trying to use to show her he meant no harm.

The younger one pulled the knife out of his thigh, but he wasn't in any condition to fight back. Thena used the sole of her heel to push him over in his crumpled posture, like a wounded animal.

"Did you find the story thrilling?" she asked so dryly and evenly. Gil watched as she reached into the younger man's suit jacket and pulled out the weapon he had in an arm holster. She held it in a way that was kind of sexy, honestly. "Did you find it amusing?"

"I'm sorry!" he yelped, trying to crawl, but his leg was all but useless. "I'm sorry, I won't say it again!"

"Do you know where he was shot?" she turned to the other one, who sprinted to the doors and pulled on them to escape.

She shot him from behind, two in the ribs and one by his clavicle (if he had been turned around facing her). "Is it painful?"

Gil just whistled to himself, impressed as always. Thena didn't even look back at him; she wasn't done.

She walked over to the man dragging his bloody hand down Gil's nice, solid oak door. Again, she used her foot to nudge him into looking up at her. "I said: is it painful?"

"Y-Yes," the man snivelled.

"Yes?" Thena glared down at him, flipping his hand over and stepping on it (the injured one).

"Y-Yes--yes, Ice Queen!"

Thena emptied the rest of the clip next to his head, scaring him very literally shitless. She left him kneeling on the floor, watching his life flash before his eyes. The completely empty and useless weapon, she tossed at the head of the other one, letting it smack him in the face like tossing a food wrapper in the garbage.

Gil pulled his hands out of his pockets just to clap. "Holy shit, Princess, that was hot!"

She glared at him, "is that truly the adjective you wish to choose?"

"Okay," he chuckled, walking over to her to amend his compliment. He kissed her temple, wrapping his arm around her, "it was ice cold."

Thena rolled her eyes at the silly joke (as the men screamed and cried in agony in the background). "That was far worse."

"Yeah, but that's why you're marrying me," Gil snickered, positively delighted to bring up their engagement at every possible opportunity.

Thena sighed, straightening his collar and unbuttoning his shirt, now that they weren't in a very important meeting. She liked seeing the edges of his tattoo sleeves encroaching on his shoulders. "I would not say that is why."

"Okay, okay," he chuckled, leading her out of the office that was about to stink of blood and evacuated bowels. "My devilish good looks were too much to resist, huh?"

Thena didn't chide him, at least, letting him lead her away from the mess they left inside. She merely let her lace settle in the crooks of her elbows as he led her to the elevators. "I am willing to agree if it gets us home that much faster."

Gil pointed at his office from the elevator doors, "that's gonna need a good bleaching."

"Understood sir!" his guys knew what that meant, and exactly what evidence to wash out of his area rugs.

Once they were in the elevator, away from prying eyes, Thena allowed him to nuzzle her cheek. "What an exhausting meeting."

"I barely remember anything from it," he agreed, and the way she laughed meant that he didn't need to tell her that. He kissed her cheek, "but I do remember you saying that you felt like sushi tonight."

"Something light, please," she sighed, allowing him to unravel the tight knots that comprised her business persona.

"Anything you desire, Ice Queen," Gil purred for her. He would tell her when they were home how sexy he found her whole defense of him. Maybe he could even get her to be a little pushy with him tonight.

[gh-0-stcup]

My thing is that I just do not trust a single person who was involved in the show. It just seems like a lot of PR to fix their image and foster sympathy/goodwill/interest.

[rarestdoge]

Hey Cam! Do you like to play sports? If not, what's your favorite video game?

"In more detail, I played a shit ton of basketball back in my high school days, and I was one of the best players on my team! It's just a small hobby of mine nowadays, though."

[apollos-boyfriend]

god made me be an only (slash youngest) child bc she knew i’d be too powerful as an older brother

[oflgtfol]

literally what the fuck is in the air lately ive had three guys being weird at me within the past three weeks. thats one guy a week. Stop fucking being weird

[dedeuteros]

DAG CAMPOUT!

Yesterday I arrived a day late, set up my tent, and ran down to introduce myself to the prince (who reminded me greatly of a character from the animated robin hood movie) to petition to join the kingdom. My friend Lux presented me, but it was cut short by some themed battles.

Which had to do with the beautifully crafted but not pictured Anvil Which Counts As A Legal Rock Weapon. After that, we took a break and there was a little chain craft table where Martok showed us all how to make the little spiral bracelets in the first picture. They've got this lovely spiraly twist and were very fun and easy to make. (And I dearly love making crafts around other people and helping eachother when we get stuck.) Then more miscellaneous pick up battles, Rock Only shenanigans. I borrowed someone's spear and got in some surprisingly helpful shots!

Many hours and a stew later did we start The Ceremonies 'round the fire. Myself and one other were welcomed as citizens, and then three were squired to their knights. Thus began good many hours of drinks and good company! (Homemade strawberry mead!) Did you know that most kobolds require no payment for mischief, and if handed a comically sized inflatable mallet will assassinate whoever you point to?

and then also horse shenanigans, and horse tragedy. (NOT including horsipede.....)

[plushie-lovey]

Ok. Ok tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day planned to go thru my collection

[yuichiroswife]

Grave... yard... guy...

Yeah, I've been calling all night I know you're home alone I hear the fear in your voice as you pick up the phone And I've got eyes on you now I like the way you breathe But I'm more interested in the ways to make you scream

Got a real fun game I know you'll like It's where you run from me and try to hide And if you don't play right, I think I might Just find a real nice place to put my knife And when you fight back, you're such a tease How many hits it takes to make me bleed And if you play this right, you won't go first Cause you're the last to cut The final girl

I keep on calling you babe Why won't you answer me? There's just one thing that I want Your blood all over me

I'll break the door in, make my way in I'm the killer, you're the victim When you scream, it drives me nuts If you hang up, I'll spill your guts

I hear you breathing, baby Been chasing you all night Think it'd be fun to see if you can make it through the night And now you're screaming, baby The calls are from inside Are you the final girl? The one who makes it out alive

Do you wanna be the final girl? D-Do you wanna be the final girl? It's life or death, you're in my world And it's life or death to be my girl

Do you wanna be the final girl? D-Do you wanna be the final girl? It's life or death, you're in my world And it's life or death to be my girl

Slayyyter Hot blonde, big tits School girl, lipstick Virgin whore, innocent The cheerleader who babysits At home, I'm alone Stranger calls me on the phone Lights go out, you cut the line I'm the perfect sacrifice

Yeah okay, well here's the twist I'm a stone cold cunt, a killer bitch And I'll break your heart, I'll make you sick And I'll rip you apart from limb to limb You'll learn right now I don't play nice And if you hurt me once, I'll kill you twice And I won't go first, Drew Barrymore Cause I'm the last bitch up The final girl

Yeah, you've been calling me babe I'm playing hard to get And just the thought of your blood on me It makes me wet

I'll break the door in, make my way in I'm the killer, you're the victim When you scream, it drives me nuts If you hang up, I'll spill your guts

I hear you breathing, baby Been chasing you all night Think it'd be fun to see if you can make it through the night And now you're screaming, baby The calls are from inside Are you the final girl? The one who makes it out alive

Do you wanna be the final girl? D-Do you wanna be the final girl? It's life or death, you're in my world And it's life or death to be my girl

Do you wanna be the final girl? D-Do you wanna be the final girl? It's life or death, you're in my world And it's life or death to be my girl

What's your favorite scary movie?

I keep on calling you babe Why won't you answer me? There's just one thing that I want Your blood all over me

Your blood (your blood) Your blood (your blood) Your blood (your blood) Makes me wet

I hear you breathing, baby Been chasing you all night Think it'd be fun to see if you can make it through the night And now you're screaming, baby The calls are from inside Are you the final girl? The one who makes it out alive

Do you wanna be the final girl? D-Do you wanna be the final girl? It's life or death, you're in my world And it's life or death to be my girl

Do you wanna be the final girl? D-Do you wanna be the final girl? It's life or death, you're in my world And it's life or death to be my girl

Hello?

Envyness & Mika via our threads. // @s-talking

[elfindreams]

I’m like that brine shrimp green text guy if he was a girl with a job and had a fixation on collecting and propagating tiny succulents instead.

[waywardsalt]

-reads the notes - oh you also headcanon Linebeck to be related to the sage of spirits?? Who's the family member or is he just related to Nabooru?

Oh, yeah- in Phantom Hourglass specifically, (and for the purposes of my post-ph concept) I headcanon him as being a distant descendant of Nabooru.

It's a slightly more recent headcanon? I've been on the fence about it for a while and just a couple months ago decided to actually tack it on as another headcanon.

[caterpillarinacave]

Anyone else remember that part in Clockwork Princess where Mortmain thinks he’s winning and tells Tessa that he isn’t just gonna hurt any of the TID gang, but he’s gonna keep them in the mountain and kill them if Tessa ever misbehaves? Because I do.

[bucketofpaint]

Danny is Damian's clone.

He's well aware of it. He wasn't just any clone. He was the very first. That was the difference between Danny and other clones. He was made before the League started using brainwashing and stuff into their cloning process.

When Danny was fresh out of the tube, the League had sat him down and explained his the purpose of his existence, gave him some intense training, and immediately tossed him out into the world.

But the thing was, he just didn't care. He had absolutely no loyalty to his creators, and he had no desire to kill/kidnap his original. So he just started walking. The next thing he knew, he was at some orphanage in Illinois.

And then the rest was history. He got adopted by a pair of enthusiastic scientists and their red-head daughter, got his own name, and he could finally start living his own life.

Danny had put the past behind him and had barely even thought about it at all for a long time. That was unill his original showed up at his school.

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Damien was annoyed. He was stuck at some random Illinois town (supposed to be the most haunted place in the world, which was a bunch of ludicrous.) On a transfer program. He tried convincing Father how illogical it would be, but Father had told him it would be good for him to meet new people.

___

Danny was annoyed.

"I don't understand what the big deal about him is anyways," Danny complained.

"He started being the ceo of Wayne Enterprise when he was a teenager." Sam countered.

"Ok, so, nepotism."

Sam rolled her eyes. "I still don't understand why you're so against him."

"One, billionaire. Two, Tucker is way cooler than Tim Drake.

Sam's eyes soften. " Tucker is just gone for a few weeks."

Danny's cheeks felt warm. "I never said anything about that. I just want Tucker to find a cooler role model, is all.

Sam gave him an all-knowing look. "Well, if you say so. I'm going to get in line."

Sam, all ways waited last to get in the lunch line. Claiming she didn't want to hold up line when the lunch ladies had to get the vegetarian option. Which was fine, but now that Tucker was doing the dumb transfer student program, all he could do was eat his mediocre lunch and mindlessly play on his phone.

Untill someone grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the cafeteria into the hallway. Danny turned around to face the person. He froze at the sight of his own face. Or well, a glaring rich kid version.

"Oh, it's you." Danny said nonchalant, even though he was screaming inside.

"You're not going to play dumb, clone?"

"No, why would I, The resemblance is uncanny.

"What are you doing here?" His original demanded

"You dragged me here."

His original scowled. "You know what I mean, clone. I won't hesitate to end you."

"Just trying to go to school, honest."

Original glared at him, scanning him with his eyes. The grip on Danny's arm loosened. " I'll be watching you, clone."

" Whatever you say, template."

Danny walked back to the cafeteria, blocking out the yells of rage behind him.

___

It was about a week of Damian watching his clone, and he was confused. At first, he thought the league sent the clone to trade places with him before he went back to Gotham, but now he wasn't sure. The Clone seemed to fit in the community to well to have show up recently, but that didn't disprove the theory entirely. It could be a long-term plan from the League. They could be responsible for putting the transfer program in place in the first place.

The other theory was that the clone escaped and made a life for himself, but that didn't explain how he got past his programming.

After the last period, Damian found his clone and pulled him aside.

"What do you want?" His clone asked, irritated.

"You're different then other clones, explain."

"I don't know. I didn't really stick around very long to find out."

"What about your programming?"

"I didn't have any?"

Damian thought about it before giving a small nod. "You don't seem to be a threat, but I'll still keep my eye on you, clone."

"I've got a name, you know." He held out his hand. "Danny Fenton, nice to make your acquaintance."

Damian heistently shook his hand. "Damian Wayne."

That started their unsaid agreement. You don't mess with me, I don’t mess with you. They interacted with each other sometimes, but not very offen. They were impartial to one another, and both sides weren't very keen on getting to know each other. And that was their relationship till the day Damian was leaving.

Damian was waiting for the bus when Danny approached him.

"What do you want, Daniel?"

"I told not to call me that, but uh, here." Danny handed a piece of paper to him. "It's my phone number if you ever need help from the League or anything."

Damian slipped the paper into his pocket. "Give me your phone." Danny handed over his phone, and Damian started typing.

"What are you doing?" Danny asked.

"I'm putting my number in. If you ever require assistance."

Danny smiled, "Thanks."

____

A few months later.

Tim was peeking over a corner.

"What are you doing?" Dick asked.

Tim didn't say anything and just waved him over. He walked over and stared in aw at what he saw. Damian was slouched on the couch, his hair messy, playing on his phone.

A few minutes later, Jason joined.

"Am I hallucinating?" Tim whispered.

"Nah, I don't think so... unless we're all hallucinating." Jason whispered back.

"Do you think he has brain damage or been possessed or something?" Tim asked.

Dick shook his head. "That seems unlikely."

"This is so trippy. I've never seen him wear anything that casually like ever.

"What are you imbeciles doing?"

"We're watching Damian."

All three of them froze and turned to look at a glaring Damian.

Damian walked past them and went right up to the second Damian.

"Daniel, what are you doing here?"

The causal Damian 'Daniel' pulled out a letter. "Your pops invited me, and I didn’t want to risk the chance of batman showing up at my front door."

Damian scoffed, "Of course, Father found out."

Alfred walked in. "Master Daniel, I'll be taking you to Master Bruce."

The double got up and went to Alfred.

"Cookie, Master Daniel?"

"Sure, and call me danny."