#in case anyone wants them

[silverskye13]

Are your earlier oneshots about Ren and the Red King canon for Redstone and Sculk?

Yes and no.

Yes in the sense that they happened, no in the sense that they're not timeline applicable. I imagine the Ren and the Red King shorts happened before the events of Redstone and Skulk, the Red King and Ren have had their resolution -- whatever that entails -- and the Red King has mellowed out a bit since then. He's no longer new, hellfire and vengeance and righteous anger at the necessity of his creation. He's figured out who he wants to be in hels, and is being that thing.

[linterteatime]

Redraw of the most epic undertale sticker

[saturnsuv]

so i’ve seen a few running lists of the surprise songs from each show but i thought it’d be nice to keep one with links to the surprise song audios! all audios come from the lovely @hope-ur-ok everyone say thank you rachel <3

3/17 Glendale, AZ: mirrorball + Tim McGraw

3/18 Glendale, AZ: this is me trying + State of Grace

3/24 Las Vegas, NV: Our Song + Snow on the Beach 

3/25 Las Vegas, NV: cowboy like me + White Horse

3/31 Arlington, TX: Sad Beautiful Tragic + Ours

4/1 Arlington, TX: Death By A Thousand Cuts + Clean

4/2 Arlington, TX: Jump Then Fall + The Lucky One

4/13 Tampa, FL: Speak Now + Treacherous

4/14 Tampa, FL: The Great War + You’re On Your Own, Kid

4/15 Tampa, FL: mad woman + Mean

4/21 Houston, TX: Wonderland + You’re Not Sorry

4/22 Houston, TX: A Place In This World + Today Was A Fairytale

4/23 Houston, TX: Begin Again + Cold As You

[luxaofhesperides]

Soulmate AU: First Words + End of the World ; requested by @justwannabecat!

Duke has long since accepted that he doesn’t have great luck. Most things in his life tend to go wrong very quickly, or complicate situations he was already struggling in (see: being a meta and getting his powers in the middle of a fight). Having an incomprehensible soulmark is an unpleasant discovery on the morning of his nineteenth birthday, but not entirely unexpected.

He had been hoping for something simple, a common one like hi it’s nice to meet you or sorry, didn’t mean to bump into you.

What Duke gets instead isn’t even words. 

Scrawled across his left hipbone is a string of symbols glowing a faint green. They’re not in a language he recognizes, and the symbols seem to move, shifting ever so slightly so they look different every time he blinks.

“Well,” he says after a solid five minutes of staring into the mirror, unable to rip his eyes off his soulmate’s words, “I hope theirs looks nicer than mine.”

He spends his birthday in a bit of a daze, enjoying time spent with the Waynes and his friends. It’s hard to be fully present when he’s all too aware of the soreness on his hipbone flaring up each time he moves. It’s hard to keep his mind off of it, wanting nothing more than to search for answers, unravel the mystery of his soulmate’s first words.

“Something on your mind?” Jason asks, as the attention shifts off of him for a brief moment as Harper and Cullen get ready to leave and everyone rushes to give their goodbyes,

Duke shrugs, carefully keeping his hands still so they don’t drift to where his soulmark is hidden beneath his clothes. “Yeah. Nothing you need to worry about, though.”

Jason looks him over critically, then nods. 

Duke resigns himself to being investigated by the rest of the Bats. If he’s off enough that Jason had to comment on it, then that means everyone’s noticed and are trying to figure out what’s happened. They’re not going to ask him, because they think he needs space to work through whatever’s got him so distracted, but they’re also not going to just do nothing. 

This won’t be the first time they’ve done this. Duke expects it. Frankly, it would be stranger and much more concerning if they didn’t try to dig up all his secrets the moment they caught wind of him hiding something.

He’ll tell them about getting his soulmark soon. Soulmarks can appear on any birthday between the ages of thirteen to twenty five; they might suspect he got his, but they won’t be able to confirm.

For now, Duke can keep his soulmate’s first words (whatever that gibberish means) to himself.

He makes the decision then and there, as his birthday party winds down, to tell them in a week.

And because his luck is abysmal, a world ending threat hits five days later and suddenly there is no time for soulmarks and first words.

Duke is the last to arrive at the Fortress of Solitude, hitching a ride from Superboy to get there. The biting cold and the harsh winds keep the place far from the reaches of the rest of humanity, surrounded by nothing but deadly white. 

Desolate as the landscape is, it’s still in better shape than the rest of the world.

Things would be better if it was alien invaders. It would be more bearable if some sort of cosmic colossus tried to eat their solar system. At least then there would be something physical that they could fight.

Instead, the world is breaking apart, the sky and earth both fracturing to reveal glowing green faultlines. Timelines are getting mixed up and muddled; just yesterday, Duke had to evacuate a building that had been demolished forty years ago, then stop a gang leader who wouldn’t be born for another eight years from taking over a neighborhood block and holding the residents hostage. Strange creatures are appearing out of nowhere, crawling out of shadows and tide pools and from beneath the roots of trees, all horrible, monstrous things that go after people with teeth and claws. 

The Flashes and the rest of the speedsters are nowhere to be found. The last time anyone get communication from them, it had been Impulse sending Red Robin a glitchy, barely audible video chat saying something along the lines of “trying to fix—unstable—keep us here—never been alive before.” All things that are very concerning to hear, made worse by the fact that no one had been able to contact them at all. 

The quiet loneliness of the Fortress of Solitude is a welcome change from the constant screaming, death, and destruction that’s taken over Gotham as well as the rest of the world. Last he heard, even Justice League China was at the end of their rope. 

“In here,” Superboy instructs, guiding Duke through the halls. There’s no time to look around at Superman’s secret base. All his focus is stuck on staying conscious for another few hours to see if this gathering of heroes is able to find a solution to the world breaking apart.

Batman stands besides Superman. Both nod at Duke when he enters the room. Wonder Woman is watching over John Constantine as he writes something on the floor, muttering under his breath. The rest of the Justice League lean against each other, visibly exhausted as they wait for Constantine to finish up what he’s doing. A few other heroes are here too, and Duke goes to join them where they lean against a wall, fighting to keep their eyes open.

“Hey,” he greets, voice low. “Hanging in there?”

Wonder Girl sighs. “Somehow. I don’t know how much longer we can do this. There’s just too much…”

“We’ll get through this. I mean, even without us out there, plenty of civilians have formed rescue and relief groups to help with keeping things under control,” Speedy says, gently knocking her arm against Wonder Girl’s. “We just gotta keep going. No giving up.”

“What’s this plan, anyways? I just heard that they needed me here to some attempt to fix things.”

“Well, without the speedsters, you’re kind of the only one who can help with time and power related stuff,” Speedy says.

“That’s definitely a stretch. My powers don’t really have anything to do with time. It’s all just light and shadow.”

Speedy shrugs. “Well, you’re here, aren’t you? Too late to complain about it now.”

Duke doesn’t get a chance to say anything else when a loud clap catches his attention. The entire room goes still and silent as Constantine stands up and surveys the circle and symbols he’s written, taking up an entire corner of the large room. 

“Alright,” he says. “Time to get started. Remember, let me do the talking. If you have to speak, it’s only to back me up or when a question is directed to you.”

Batman nods to the other Justice Leaguers, and suddenly everyone is falling into formation behind Constantine. Duke hurries to join them with Wonder Girl and Speedy, taking a place on the edge of the group where he’s a little closer to the circle than the others. 

Constantine begins chanting. His voice is steady though none of the sounds make any sense, refusing to form themselves into recognizable words, and the air the in the room feels heavier. The chalk circle glows a blinding white and Duke can see magic swirling through the air, his power kicking in the let him watch as reality tears and a glowing star in the shape of a boy comes out of it.

Duke blinks, forcing his power down. The hypnotic swirls of magic fade from sight, but the boy still glows, bright and terrible as he floats above the circle and surveys them all. A crown engulfed in blue flame hovers above his head and the fabric of the cosmos is draped over his shoulders as a cape. 

Just from presence alone, Duke can tell that this figure is now the strongest existence in this universe. He hopes this boy king is kind; no one, not even Superman, would be able to beat him in a fight.

The boy king opens his mouth and speaks, but it’s not words than comes out. A strange static like sound emerges, but light and almost melodic. 

His left hipbone burns.

Duke gasps, hand flying down to it, and the boy king’s gaze snaps to meet his.

The world stands still. No one moves. No one dares to breathe.

And then the boy king drops to the floor and walks out of the circle.

“I thought you said that would hold him!” Batman hisses at Constantine, who is looking more and more distressed.

“It was supposed to! I wrote it specifically to hold the King of the Infinite Realms!”

The boy king glances at Constantine. This time, when he speaks, it’s in smooth English. “Did you name the king in your circle?”

“Yeah, I named Pariah Dark… Bloody hell, you ain’t him, are ya?”

“No,” the boy king smiles, “I’m Phantom.”

The cape and crown fade away, and suddenly it’s not an all powerful, terrifying king standing before them, but a young man with white hair and green eyes who looks Duke’s age. Like he could be any other new generation hero in the room. 

“Phantom,” Duke repeats lightly, just under his breath, but it makes Phantom look at him again.

He walks forward, ignoring the other heroes’ aborted attempts to stop him, coupled with Constantine’s frantic back off motion happening behind him. Phantom leaves the circle and the Justice Leaguers behind to stand before Duke, a soft smile on his face.

“Hi,” he says softly, “I dreamed of you.”

“You—what?”

“I dreamed of you. I have for years now. To think that being summoned was what made us meet—” Phantom breaks off into a breathless laugh.

Duke swallows, then drops his had from where it had been pressed against his hip. “So we’re really—? You have my first words too?”

In the corner of his eye, he sees Batman stiffen up. Maybe he should have just told them the day after his birthday, but in Duke’s defense, this is the definition of extenuation circumstances. 

“First words?” Phantom repeats, “Is that… Do we have different soulmate connections?”

“I think so. Here, everyone gets the first words their soulmates say to them appearing somewhere on their body.”

Phantom’s gaze darts down to Duke’s hip, then back up. “Oh. I get dreams. Where I’m from, we dream of our soulmates, and the closer we get to meeting them, the more we remember the dreams.”

“And you dreamed of me.”

“I did.”

“As touching as this is,” Constantine interrupts, and Duke gets to watch as Phantom rolls his eyes, “We summoned you here for a reason. Our world is falling apart at the seams and we need someone powerful, from the Realms, to help us fix it.”

“Okay.”

“...What do you mean ‘okay’?”

“I’ll help,” Phantom says.

“Just like that? No deal to be made, no price to be paid?”

“Just like that. I’m not one for deals anyways. If I can help, then I will. But I do want to see what the problem is with my soulmate by my side, if you don’t mind.”

Batman steps in, fixing Duke with a steady gaze, a barely noticeable tilt of his head. “Signal?”

“Yeah I’ll go with him. Of course I will. The sooner the better, in fact, because everything’s gone to shit.” Duke turns to Phantom, taking hold of one of his hands. “It is really bad out there,” he warns, “If you need help—”

“I’ll ask for help from others in the Realms,” Phantom says. “No offense or anything, but if it’s really that bad, I doubt living mortals will be able to do much to fix things. It’s why I was summoned, right?”

“Right. Let’s get to it, then.”

There’s a flash of mischief in Phantom’s eyes, and cheeky grin stealing across his face for a moment, before he says, “Aye aye, captain!” and picks Duke up like he weighs nothing and flies up through the ceiling.

Duke is able to hear everyone’s surprised, panicked shouts before they’re outside the Fortress of Solitude and Phantom is flying them away. He only needs a few directions from Duke before he finds the first of the large fractures in the sky.

“Yikes,” is all he says, which is not a great thing to hear. “I think I know how to fix it, though. We’ll need to do a little investigating as to who, exactly, started messing around with reality, but once we find the source, it’ll be an easy fix.”

“That’s the best news I’ve heard all week.”

“Even better than meeting your soulmate?”

“I haven’t slept for more than four hours all week. Knowing there’s an end in sight beats everything else.”

Phantom laughs, throwing his head back and Duke can’t help but drink in the sight of him, so ethereal and bright and full of life. “Fair enough! Got any ideas as to where we should start?”

“I’ve got an entire crew of detective vigilantes,” Duke replies. He’s not taking any more chances. No more waiting to talk about important things; he messed up by keeping his soulmark to himself, so he needs to make sure everyone meets his soulmate before shit goes south again. 

“Let’s go find them, then!”

They take off again, soaring through the skies that are barely holding themselves together. 

The world is still ending, and every hero is being stretched thin, but held carefully in Phantom’s arms, racing head first into a solution, Duke can’t help but feel that everything’s going to be alright now. 

He’s had enough bad luck. Now, his soulmate with him, bearing the title of King with grace, things are finally starting to look up.

[sidprescot]

SHADOWHEART ▶ Baldur's Gate 3 (2023) dev. Larian Studios

[skrunksthatwunk]

kurama has access to forbidden strains + shiori wedding shenanigans

[12pt-times-new-roman]

"This is not a fair fight, and it never was."

Divine Prowess (lower): After making a skill check, double the result. After calculating all bonuses, double all passive skills.

Divine Resistance (lower): They gain 5 legendary resistances. After rolling a saving throw, double the result. Immune to all nonmagical damage, weapon damage from non-artifact weapons, and damage and effects from spells of 6th level or lower. They gain two elemental damage immunities and four elemental damage resistances of their choice.

Divine Awareness (lower): They gain truesight, blindsight, and 120ft tremor-sense. They can speak and understand all languages, can read all writing, and can communicate telepathically with any creature they can see. Immune to the charmed, frightened, stunned, blinded, and deafened conditions.

Divine Vigor (lower): At the beginning of their turn, they regain all limited use class features. Immune to exhaustion. Their speed is doubled. They gain 3 legendary actions.

Divine Vitality (higher): At the beginning of their turn, if they have not taken damage since their last turn, regenerate all hit points. All death saves are nat20s, and any hit points granted by spells they cast is multiplied by 10. Immune to the paralyzed, petrified, and poisoned conditions. Immune to disease. Their maximum hit points are multiplied by 10.

Divine Magic (higher): Once per turn, they can cast one cleric or paladin spell from a domain they grant, of any level, without using a spell slot. After calculating all bonuses, double the spell save DC, range, area of effect, and duration of all spells.

Divine Potency (higher): All damage dealt by their spells and weapons is multiplied by 10. After rolling an attack roll, double the result. After calculating all bonuses, double AC. Ranged weapon ranges are doubled.

[brucewaynehater101]

Tim Never Joins the Bats AU (Bad Parents Jack and Janet Drake):

Tim Drake's parents are always "traveling" and "never home." Yet, they always travel to places without cameras or any way to verify this information. They haven't been back to Gotham in years.

They send emails to the company and run things remotely. In fact, despite a temporary decrease in profits four years ago, Drake Industries is excelling. Timothy Drake started interning over the summers when he turned fourteen.

Now, at eighteen, Tim is practically running all in-person demands for the company. He's basically the CEO without the title (not that anyone would tell the Drakes or Board that. Some board members weren't happy with Tim's involvement until a few months ago).

If someone asks, Tim will let a melancholic smile appear on his face as he remarks how he misses his parents. He'll detail the fun adventures they are having, the trips Tim takes to go see them, and how proud they've claimed to be of him. Anyone who bothers to question Tim doesn't doubt that the Drakes are a happy if distant family.

Of course, that's the lie Tim weaves. He wonders, now that he's eighteen, when he can transfer the shares and title of CEO to his name. Should he wait a few more years?

It's exhausting, though, painting the fantasy of doting and slightly neglectful parents. Never has Jack or Janet been described as caring. After all, his last memories of them include the smells of rot and metal.

His decision was hasty, but somehow, in the same city of the "World's Greatest Detective," Tim's fabricated story has stood trial. The disappearance and murders of Jack and Janet Drake were never discovered.

[skunkes]

^_^

[torgwn]

something i made last month (id in alt)

pronouns are xe/xem/xyr or xey/xem/xyr or they/them

[i-may-be-an-emu]

JUST. JUST THE WAY SAM IS HOLDING AJ’S HAND THE ENTIRE TIME. THE ENTIRE TIME. THE WAY TOM IS HOLDING SAM. THE WAY THE VIDEO STARTS RIGHT WHEN LUKE HAD A HAND ON AJ’S HEAD. THE WAY LUKE CASUALLY FIDDLES WITH TOM’S EAR. SAMS HAND ON TOM’S KNEE. THE CAMERA CUTTING FROM WHEN LUKE HAD BEEN HUGGING AJ ON THE FIRST CUT. THE WAY THAT THEY’RE ALL SMILING AND HAPPY THE WHOLE TIME. NOT TO MENTION THAT ALL OF THEM ARE SMUSHED TOGETHER ON ONE COUCH. I- WHAT. I SIMPLY CAN NOT WHEN MEN *dies*

[vypridae]

references of kitty bc i couldnt find any actual refs of them and i love them with my whole soul . feel free to save these and use them for refs <3

[ailithnight]

Imagine some desperate parent in Gotham taking a gooning job for one of the big rogues explicitly so that when the Bats catch the rogue, cause the Bats always catch the rogue, they can beg the Bats to find their missing kid.

[chanrizard]

gnabnahc on ig | 20230802

[beneathsilverstars]

Google drive link here

I got tired of switching back and forth between the wonderful dialogue maker and my image editing program, so I made some files that would let me put ISAT dialogue boxes together myself! All of my measurements are approximated and based on the dialogue maker, so I could be off by a couple pixels. But it's close enough for me (<- I say through the gritted teeth of a perfectionist who is trying to be chill).

The left 20% of each portrait gets cut off when it's used in the dialogue maker, so I've uploaded a cropped version of every dialogue portrait in the game. And the dialogue maker shrinks the portraits by 80% as well, so there's also a cropped + shrunk version.

I've included a png of the dialogue box itself, as well as procreate and psd files of the dialogue box plus editable text. You'll need to download the ISAT font if you don't already have it; I got it here. Then all you need to do is align the portrait of your choice with the bottom left corner of the file and you're good to go!

Since I'd rather use crispy full-resolution portraits for my editing, I also included dialogue box files that are sized up to match the high rez cropped portraits. I kept the same border style, which means the border is sliightly skinnier than it should be, compared to the box and portraits. So it's personal preference whether you'd rather use canon border proportions or crispy portraits.

I also uploaded the original of each portrait since I had them downloaded anyway, but they're webp? So maybe saving to my ipad didn't actually give me the original file format. If anyone has them as pngs and wants to add them to the google drive folder, hmu and I'll send you an edit link. Also, the images should all be in the same order as they are on the wiki, but they do not have the original names. So if anyone wants to go through and rename them, again, hmu.

[too-many-paper-cranes]

fun fact: in the room before the second hornet fight, the game doesn't unload her sprite after she runs off screen, so she just keeps running in the direction she left out of bounds, forever!