Somewhere Out There...
Danny is Catherine and Wills' kid and is separated from his brother, Jason, while they are being forced into Gotham's foster care system.
Being the trickier of the two, and by far the most experienced, Jason Todd managed to get away from the trafficking rings.
Daniel Todd most definitely did not.
In another news, Amity Park may be Danny's best home situation so far, even if he was killed by his adoptive parents' strange ghost science.
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some portraits based off frames I liked in the first episode of Voltron. The pilot episode still is everything to me.
Thought this was a nice angle of Shiro <3
Wanted to play with giving Allura a different hair style while keeping the silhouette of her canon hair.
I thought Sendak's evil little grin was fun
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people critizing those of us upest about the finale and claiming that people dont have media literacy are conveniently forgetting the fact that the creators have been pedaling this show as groundbreaking for the queer community since day one (and it WAS). so when youre attempting to pioneer a genre/theme (in this case, queer love) it's perfectly reasonable for people to have critique of how things are handled. hell, i happen to think there are plenty of ways Izzy could have had a gratifying death in the show. But thats not what happened. Let people have their feelings about. Just block people if you dont like their take, it's not that hard. But maybe take a moment to think about why people are upset.
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so I'm gonna tell yall what we ain't about to do.
this year, we aint gonna make fun of people in the south trapped in any ice storms or bad weather that may occur. we aint about to make jokes about how southerners cant drive in ice and snow (altho it is true i dont need any northerners being an ass about it)
I will reiterate what I said a couple of years ago: the roads in the south are not made to handle ice. they are not built to handle snow. we do not have snow chains down here, at least not typically.
I dunno about other states, but we all know jack shit has been done about the Texas grid. If the power somehow fails again, we aint gonna make fun of us who have no power. we aint gonna be an ass about any rolling black outs. we aint gonna tell southerners they deserve to freeze to death just because we happen to live in the south or a red state.
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Ya know I think we're at a point where we really do just allow dogs into way too many places (barring actual real service ones ofc)
like when i go to the grocery store i do not want to see your dog. i do not want to see your dog in a restaurant. i do not want to see your dog in a theater. i do not want to deal with your dog at the clinic. Or most places for that matter
I really just do not want to deal with all these loud, barking, untrained dogs that are going to be getting into everything, barking at everything, jumping at everyone cause its too excited (im real tired of being damn near knocked over and i've dealt with concussions a little too many times from this shit), or the risk of being bitten or growled at because your dog is too anxious/scared to be in the place you are subjecting it to
fucking take it to a dog park or some shit idk but quit subjecting everyone to your unwanted dog and quit subjecting it to weird fucking situations
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🔁 |[HIT ME. ♥]|
"You're going to get us killed." - Interaction Rewrite Prompts!
For Leonard, the weight of a child's blood upon his weapon was heavier than anything else he had handled before in his lifetime.
He hadn't the honour to have even called it the first, but different from his brothers, who had found their end directly by the blades of the Empire, there was no hope for the blame of responsibility to be lifted off his shoulders now that he had wielded that same blade himself.
Leonard's breathing was panicked and uneven. A cold sweat ran down his back as the sensation of the light body being flung backwards shot once more through his arms - he felt ill. Had he died? Had he done away with his life in that forest and been sentenced to hell? Perhaps it was all a punishment, an eternity spent in war, ending the lives of children just as he had his brothers. The screams had sounded too familiar for comfort.
He couldn't, couldn't bring himself to fight. The stakes didn't come to him. The seal didn't exist to him. The usually tranquil forest had roared with the sounds of the clashing steel, the hurried footsteps, the cries and mockery of the faerie - something like the dragon's voice had called his name in harsh rebuke, and whether it truly was her or Caim, Leonard didn't understand and stumbled blindly back to the garrisons in a piteous attempt to flee.
Too cowardly to die, and too starved to survive.
All that was clear to him against the roar of noise was his own breathing, the feeling of his heart pounding in its chest, and the crushing weight of the guilt from that thought repeating itself in his head like a mantra. Leonard struggled to break out of it - do or say something that could stop this madness. Anything. A sickened cry sounded at the sound of the mercenary's own cold reproach, and the hermit struggled to respond.
"Caim, please...!"
He had tried to utter words, either protest or a plea, but his throat had grown tight and left only a quiet whimper. Was that all he could do? Beg...? Leonard's weapon trembled in his hands. He was truly weak... He could have done more than beg. Just like his brothers, there was a thought that told him that he could have saved them. But, it was all the same. His family murdered for the sake of shameful pleasure. The blood of children spilled only for his own protection - his own cowardice to even die correctly. All for himself, a pathetic existence unable to even lift a finger against the slaughter of children.
Some wretched noise, a ragged fight for strained breath against the pounding heart in his chest, could be heard against the armoured thumps of bodies against the ground. Even from a distance, Leonard's frozen body could be seen trembling uncontrollably. The polearm dangled limply from his hands.
"They are only mere children...!"
The last uttered words before the hermit collapsed to his knees were a heart-wrenching sob.
Not a voice of disgust, but a cry in horror.
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Yo boss can I get a 14 and a 24 on the Oc asks for whichever is your (dont let the others hear lmfao) Favorite Oc?
🫡 aye aye!
one goes out to Sgt Handsanitizer--keep on keeping it real chief!
14: What animal do they fear most?
Worms. You never know when your captain's bucket could be full of them.
24: Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?
Sex is a thing the General and the Commander have. A lot. Loudly. That's about all there is to it.
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