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[kazoosandfannypacks]

Favorite Fandom & Favorite Character From That Fandom (You Can List More Than One)

Favorite Fandom: Once Upon a Time!

Favorite character: Killian Jones:

but if I had to pick a few more, I'd say Belle French:

Alice Jones:

Drizella Tremaine:

Gideon Gold:

August Booth:

and the OUaT in Wonderland gang [Will, Alice, Cyrus and Anastasia; don't make me choose between them; it's a package deal!]

thanks for the awesome ask!

[mydarlingbat]

Do you know how many times The Batman saved The Joker? If you do not know, then ignore this message pls.

So i actually been ask this question before, but I'll add a few more to the list. I'm just updating the list. Death of the family. Batman unhinged 13 #14 Batman gotham after midnight #6. Legends of the dark knight annual #1. Batman adventures continue #12. Batman the max. Arkham dreams #2. Batman confidential #11. batman ninja turtles 3 # 5. hitman #3. Batman The shadow #4 ( league of justice. Tales from the dark multiverse the death of Superman #1 ) Batman White knight present generations of Joker #6. Batman #353. Batman damned #3. Batman #7. Batman #1. Batman adventures #16. the Batman strikes #9. Batman fun house of evil. Batman death by design. The batman who laughs #1 the Batman who laughs # 2 Batman secrets. Batman cacophony #3. Legends of the dark Knight # 200. Batman legends of the dark Knight # 145. Batman Gotham Knights #73. Batman dredd / die laughing. The Joker mask. Batman Gotham adventures #31. Detective comics annual #5. Batman vs the punisher. Two face year one #2. Batman #544 Batman Arkham unhinged #29 #30 Batman unhinged # 28 Batman 1992 annual. Batman Arkham knight. Batman #649. Batman #719. Batman Europe #2 legends of the dark Knight #195 detective comics #1058 2024 ) catwoman #63. Legend of the dark Knight #16. Batman adventures #1. Batman adventures #3. Batman and catwoman #6. Batman adventures #30. Batman secrets #1. Batman 2016 #48. Batman the white knight #7. The spectre #51. Batman annual #1. Joker switch. Wonder woman #165 #167 elseworlds finest. Batman Gotham after midnight #8 Batman gotham adventures #31 dc super friends. Batman / Harley and ivy #1 Batman #146 Batman #37. The Joker last laugh #6. Batman last knight on earth. Legends of the dark knight #10 2012. Batman and Superman / world finest #11. Batman legends of the dark Knight. #50 batman Odyessy # 6 #2. injustice ground zero #6. Batman ego. Batman deadly duo #1 Joker devils advocate. Action comics. #719. Legends of the dark Knight 2020 #2 . Batman #139 2024. Batman brave and the bold #118. Batman 2016 #123. Batman adventures continue season two #7. Batman and Spiderman crossover. The fortress #1 Batman #16 The Batman animated series ( Christmas with JOKER ) ( the Phantasm ) The Jokers favor ) Harlequinade ) legends of the dark Knight #2 2023. Joker's Millions ) make 'em laugh and that's all I recall. Batman Arkham origins. Batman under the red hood. The dark Knight 2008 ) The Batman vs. Dracula. Batman Ninja. Scooby-Doo & Batman: The Brave and the Bold (2018) Batman telltale series # episode 5 Batman tomorrow the game. Gotham the series. the Batman series 2005 The Bat in the Belfry )( Rumors ) The Clayface of Tragedy (Part 2) The Metal Face of Comedy) Batman #66

I can't say them all, but he saved the Joker 77 times in comics. How many times he attempted to save the Joker 14 times in comics. 92 times i guess. Not including the movies and series, but all together 118 times i can recall. Thank you so much for asking though.

[blacklister214]

ScarNash in 2x04 (Miss Scarlet & the Duke)

Even in his introductory episode, everything Patrick does makes him better than William as Eliza's love interest.

Demonstrating respect vs disrespect:

William: Tries to shut her out of her own investigation. Acts like it is a big favor he's been manipulated into when he lets her listen to Fitzroy's findings. Don't get me wrong, Eliza does try to manipulate William from time to time, but 1) he don't leave her a lot of other options and 2) it's his go-to assumption. Sometimes Eliza is actually hurt or upset with him. Sometimes...Actually all the time she would like a little freaking respect thrown her way.

Patrick: Offers to shake her hand upon introduction. Asks her to work for him and is so committed he is willing to dedicate time and funds to get his way. Is so impressed with her progress he concocts a plan to steal her results. He acknowledges poaching the results from her in front the client, his staff and other witnesses, rather than passing them off as his purely own.

Compatible vs incompatible methods:

William: Relies on his position at Scotland Yard both to convince Eliza to turn over the files, and to pull Fitzroy into his investigation. Eliza has no authority to wield.

Patrick: Patrick blackmails Sinclaire. Goes undercover as Inspector Bates. Tries to trick Eliza using Sinclaire. Eliza blackmails Potts, goes undercover as Miss Belfry, DOES trick Patrick using Sinclaire.

Expressions of Admiration/Insults:

William: Calls her, in front of Ivy and Potts, "an opportunist with no thought for anything other than her own gain" and brings up Potts' insults: "impossible, untrustworthy, and unchristian." Claims that he's praised her before, but does not do it at any point in this episode. Instead of complimenting her trick with Sinclaire, he belittles her having trusted him in the past. Eliza, on the other hand, does express admiration for his rescue of Fitzroy, which William manages to be insulted by.

Patrick: Calls her "determined, ambitious, hungry. The holy trinity." Calls them "kindred spirits". Calls her "impressive" in front of the room, even when he thinks he has beaten her. Congratulates her in person on her "magnificent win" after realizing he got his ass kicked and says "well played." Responds to her rubbing salt in wound by saying "What a woman."

Even as the antagonist, he is the better option.

[sylviesparks]

HI! You can call me Ashi or Sylvie, I don't mind which!!

>I'm a digital artist, character designer, and storywriter who's always full of ideas!

>My main projects currently are:

THE BAT'S BELFRY: A fantasy/coming-of-age webcomic that follows the story of Margot Lilycrowe, a student attending The Donahue Institute for Sciences and Magic, who must navigate new friendships and experiences all while trying to save her entire realm from impending forces with friends and allies by her side. (2.5 years in development as of writing!)

KAZOO AND YOU: A horror/dark comedy project surrounding the mystery of the colorful puppet cast of Kazoo (With O'Malley and Lou), a late '70s television program that's been pushed into obscurity after its cancellation. Now nothing but alleged lost episodes, discarded merchandise, a long-abandoned and small theme park and a dusty, decrepit studio behind barbed wire and ivy, many are convinced that Kazoo may have a much bigger mystery lying deep beneath its surface of colorful characters and silly songs, but of course, it's all the mere speculation of a bunch of wannabe detectives and horror fanatics. Right…? (Nearly 2 years in development as of writing!)

HELLCHASER: A story blog that takes the reader along with fallen angel Azra Stormchaser as he tries to navigate his way out of the underworld Styx using the reluctant but powerful assistance and gifts from the 7 Pillars- Wrath, Pride, Greed, Envy, Sloth, Lust, and Gluttony, in order to find and expose the truth about Heaven, and hopefully stop the apocalypse in its tracks. (Nearly 2 years in development as of writing!) >That's about it!!! I hope you like what I've got to share, and thank you to all who've stuck around all this time to see what I've got in store!! ♥♥

[meadowziplines]

#IFD2024 Feedback Fest / Femslash February Recs: 10 Femslash Sandman Fic Recs

I have not provided additional cw’s beyond what is in the summary; please check work tags before reading.

Feel free to tag in authors whose Tumblr handles I don’t know!

(G-M)

[G] New Dreams, New Age by AlphaScorpiixx (1k) (Gault/Lucienne): Gault. Lucienne had spoken true to Dream. She never trusted the shapeshifter Gault. Dream had agreed with her, claiming it wasn’t the nightmare’s nature to be trustworthy. Now, with Dream about to pronounce his punishment on her, Lucienne couldn’t stop staring at the expressions on Gault’s face.

[G] Trials of a Shapeshifter in Love by tryan_a_bex (1.9k) (Gault/Lucienne): “Lucienne has been working so hard lately,” Gault explained to the Dream King’s head cook. “I’d like to do something nice for her. I was thinking a surprise romantic dinner over candlelight in the library.”

[G] todas tus luces (all your lights) by marveling_under_an_open_sky (@two-hands-toward-the-sun) (1.2k) (Gault/Calliope): Calliope had always seen people’s creations as facets of their own selves, was drawn to people according to the work of their hands and hearts. And Gault created beautiful, powerful things for the dreamers she held so dear.

*lovingly yeets another femslash rarepair into the pile*

[T] our place in the sun by marveling_under_an_open_sky/(@two-hands-toward-the-sun) (1.6k) (Calliope/Lucienne): “Oh, my love.” Laughter bubbled out of Lucienne’s throat, and she felt so light; no, she amended to herself, she felt heavy with the weight of the woman she loved and who loved her, and it was glorious.

Calliope planted her hands into the mattress on either side of Lucienne’s torso and lifted herself up a little to look down at her, eyes sparkling. The fabric of her pyjamas was soft against Lucienne’s front. Calliope leant down, hair tumbling over her shoulders, and tasted Lucienne’s mirth with her own mouth, savouring it like it was honey, like it was the finest dessert at a queen’s royal table.

I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH OKAY

[T] Flirting with Death by honeyteacakes/@honeyteacakes (5.6k) (Death/Johanna): “Strange,” the woman replied, looking at Johanna thoughtfully. “Normally I don’t meet people until they’re ready to leave with me, but you’ve got time yet.”

“Might be less time than you think. Mind phoning an ambulance, love?”

Johanna keeps getting her ass kicked. Coincidentally, she keeps running into the same beautiful woman. Those things probably aren’t related, right?

(Recommended for those who want to see Johanna be a pathetic little meow-meow and for those who think Kirby Howell-Baptiste might be one of the most beautiful women alive.)

[T] Birds and Bees in the Belfry by Karalyn/@karalynlovescake (1.3k) (Delirium of the Endless/Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn): When you're in an odd three-way relationship with the anthropomorphic personification of delight and delirium, you don’t get to choose your own pet names.

[M] Starts and Stops by goblininawig (11.5k) (Calliope/Johanna): Constantine just wanted to be paid, not to get involved with a mythical entity. Calliope just wanted to be free, not to fall in love again. But that's exactly what happened.

(E)

[E] Right Hand Ladies by Karalyn (2.1k) (Lucienne/Mazikeen): While waiting for their respective bosses to finish their “meeting of state” (a thinly veiled excuse for them to hook up,) Lucienne and Mazikeen commiserate about their jobs, their respective lords, and find an enjoyable way to pass the time.

[E] Sea Change by Cafephile (3.1k) (Gault/Lucienne): "What brings you here, Gault? Not that I am not glad of your company," Lucienne hastens to add because it is true, and she would not want the dream to feel unwelcome.

"Are you?" Gault asks. "You never seemed to like me much before."

Gault visits Lucienne in the library to clear the air. They end up doing far more than that.

[E] East of everywhere is Hell (7.6k) (Ric the Vic/Johanna): Written for the Sandman Femslash Weekend prompt: Meet-Ugly

The day Erica Patel (Ric to everyone except official bureaucracies) learned that, contrary to every rational instinct she had, demons were in fact real and able to possess people, was unfortunately also the day she met Johanna Constantine. At the moment it was a tossup which part made the day worse.

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(the 10 other fandoms fic rec list is still coming)

also check out the whole sandman femslash weekend collection on ao3 and the tumblr blog dedicated to sandman femslash, @sandmanfemslashfans!

[joz-yyh]

Blighted Hearts - Ch. 11

SUMMARY: *Flashback chapter!* Bigby and Damian set off to explore the witch's house to see if the local legend holds true. No beta. Read at your own risk.

RATING: T ((for this chapter ONLY!!))

PAIRING: Abomination x Flagellant

WORD COUNT: 2,877

READ ON Ao3: -> HERE!!

A/N: Paracelsus finally makes her appearance!! For anyone wondering, Nephthys is the Egyptian goddess of death and darkness.

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“I can't believe we're doing this,” Bigby sighs, feet stamping through a dirt path of leaves.

It's a gloomy day, foggy and damp, appropriate for “ghost hunting,” the two travelers well past the outskirts of town, the woods fully engulfing them on either side.

Damian made sure to tell Baldwin where they were going should they fail to return by the designated time (he was against them going at all), but words could only do so much to stop a willful flagellant.

The werewolf is expecting something to pop out at him at any moment, eyes shifting all around, jumping at the smallest sound.

“Do you want to turn back,” asks the holy man, giving his companion a coy smirk.

Damian has shown no ounce of fear, but rather excitement, Bigby hard-pressed to admit he’s scared, give more munition to merit the superstition of the witch’s tale.

“A part of me does,” the wolfboy admits, clutching his shroud, “but the less rational side of my brain wants to keep going.”

“Listen to the less rational side.”

Bigby laughs, keeping close to Damian, their hands and shoulders brushing every other step, the lycan finding it comforting, grounding.

“There, do you see it up ahead?”

The bloody priest points, indicating a carousel roof of charcoal-colored shingles amidst the treetops, a beaten up weathervane as it’s belfry, setting it apart from the branches.

Bigby slows to an almost stop, having second thoughts now that the reality of myth was coming into focus. “Uh, maybe we should come back another time?”

“What's a matter,” the flagellant teases, "I thought you said nobody would be home.”

“There probably isn't, but I am just being um … neighborly. It’s probably too early for visitors.”

“What better way to be neighborly then to say, ‘hello?’”

Damian continues forward, Bigby floundering, having no choice but to join him, unable to let the half-crazed man go alone.

They approach from the front, the house encased by a cobblestone fence, an old wooden gate blocking the footpath leading to the door.

The lawn consists of mostly dead grass, the clearing upon which it's built having too much exposure to the elements, various junk scattered about the outside, heavy with rust and wear. Ivy also streaks across the cylindrical hut, a wire-enclosed garden on the other side that looks better tended to than the rest of the yard.

Damian unlatches the gate, letting himself in.

“Hey, maybe the gate’s closed because they don't want any company.”

“If they didn't want company, they wouldn't have made it so easy for us to walk in.”

‘Maybe everyone knows better than us,’ Bigby thinks, catching up to him, traversing across the overgrowth between the flagstones.

The flagellant peers through a nearby window, the glass dirty, cob-webbed, making out only dark shapes on the other side.

“Should we knock,” the werewolf asks, looking toward his companion, standing just outside the threshold.

Damian shrugs, pulling back, “You can try it.”

The branded lad goes to tap on the wood grain when the door swings open all by itself, announcing their arrival with an eerie creak.

“Umm, hello? Anyone home?”

Bigby's call is left unanswered as he hesitantly enters the space, greeted by stray raven feathers left scattered about the floor.

A table and chairs are among the first pieces of furniture he sees, books spread out upon it, a hearth on the left, herbs and garlic hung up to dry around the pegs.

Damian strides past him, taking in the sights, shelves and shelves lined with glass bottles and canisters, a personal apothecary.

“It doesn't seem as abandoned as we thought,” Bigby says, looking over the texts, recognizing some of the sigils from the spellbook, handwritten medical diagrams set astride it.

“Maybe she stepped out,” Damian muses, reading over the many ingredient labels, touching over various knick knacks.

“Even worse. Can you imagine coming home to two strangers in your house, touching all your stuff?”

Both men go stock still, a sharp grating noise alerting them that they were no longer alone.

“Someone's coming,” Bigby warns, a harsh whisper, “We gotta get out of here.”

“There's no time!

“Then, what do you propose we do?!”

“Hide!”

“Where?”

“Anywhere!!”

Damian runs off somewhere toward the living room. Bigby, in a panic, chooses what is arguably one of the worst places to hide: under the table.

The witch appears from behind a false stone wall, carrying an ample of glowing green, stairs leading down into the basement now sealing closed behind her.

“Seems restraints were not enough. Perhaps, we should sedate the subject next time. What do you think, Nephthys?”

The crow perched upon on her shoulder caws it's opinion.

“So what if you're the smartest known species of bird to exist. My brain is bigger than yours!”

Another lackluster caw.

“Oh, go fly off to be with that old hag if you don't like it. But don't come crying to me when she turns you into stew!”

A more incensed caw from her animated pet, wings flapping along with it.

“You know, I don't approve of cannibalism, but it would take weeks to harvest those ingredients on our own. Would you rather I strap a plough to your wings?”

Nephthys strongly objects.

“Didn't think so.”

The witch sets something atop the table, Bigby flinching from the sudden clatter happening just above his head, covering his mouth to keep his voice down.

The dark shade around him pauses, listening in.

“Do you hear that?”

Oh no. She's going to find him, skin him, boil him alive. Bibgy feels his breakfast churn in his stomach, swallowing it back down.

A gust of wind, a wobble from the squeaky door, a scrap of dead compost being swept in.

“Must've left the door open again.”

Her boots step across the floorboards, aiming to close out the draft, Bigby flooded with relief.

From here he can see the witch, she wears a dark shroud like him, but it's heavy, full of feathers, her grand mantle dragging across the ground, leaving a trail of plumage, practically a crow herself.

“Well, now that that's out of the way, we can finally begin.”

She lights a fire with a snap of her fingers, the hearth coming to life, making the cauldron there glow.

“Now let's see, what goes in first.”

She's consulting her books when another loud noise arises, something being thrown, rolling like a marble, coming from the other side of the room and Bigby instantly worries for Damian.

“What was that? Who’s there,” the witch demands, swirling to investigate, cape spread out like a breadth of wings.

Damian runs out from behind the couch, towards the door while she's distracted, seeing Bigby stashed under the table, helping him to escape.

They hear Nephthys caw just as they turn the knob, making their exit.

Bigby's heart is beating fiercely, taking a few gulps of breath as they wait, huddling around the exterior of the house, just below the window.

“Is she gone,” Damian asks him.

The wolfboy is almost too afraid to look, gingerly poking his head up to peer inside, catching the afterimage, the rush of a black-quilled shroud.

Bigby dips back down, shaking his head.

“We'll wait her out,” Damian whispers.

They hear stomping, clattering, cawing and then silence, the two men left in suspense of what's happened.

Seconds later there's an eruption of sound, the window being thrown open, the witch popping their stitched beak out, shouting a cry of victory.

“Ah-ha! Found you!!”

The flagellant takes the wolfboy by the hand, running as fast and as far away as his feet can carry him.

“Don't think you can escape from me,” the masked sorceress hollers, casting a spell at their feet.

Damian is momentarily circumvented, lethargic, coughing as a cloud of vibrant green blight surrounds them.

“C'mon! Keep running!”

It's Bigby that leads them away this time, unaffected by the bombs debilitating properties, tugging his wheezing companion along.

A dark cloud soars above them in pursuit, a shadow of a massive winged creature, it's shape blocking out the grayed yellow sun.

“She can fly,” marvels the werewolf, terrified of such brilliant skill.

“Most witches do,” Damian supplies.

“With a broom! She has wings!! I thought you said she never leaves her house!”

“Guess I was wrong.”

“Watch out!”

The plague doctor swoops low, the two males ducking to avoid a strike of plumage, velocity nearly forcing them apart, rustling both hair and hood alike.

The bird woman glides on ahead, landing right in front of the strangers that encroached upon her home, wingspan blocking off the entire road, a bold declaration of her vascular reach.

She stares the culprits down, shiny lenses for eyes, wings now folded behind her.

“Well, well, just what do we have here?”

The boys stand by one another, not saying a word, the scholarly witch stalking closer, assessing them with richety, corvid movements. She recoils back, a discovery made.

“Ha! You came to steal from me, didn't you! Steal knowledge that is rightfully mine!”

“We didn't steal anything,” the wolfboy pleads, “We knocked, but no one answered.”

“And that gave you permission to let yourselves in?”

“The door was open,” the flagellant supplies, probably hurting their case more than helping it. “We came to see if the myths were true.”

“Oh, so you came to gawk at me? Ridicule me? Preach your ethics and faith? Ha! You're not the first to try. Ignorant fools! Always so naive to the truth!”

The witch pays particular attention now to Bigby, pointing her stark white nose at him.

“But you, you already know that, don't you? I smell the Otherside on you, abomination. And just how did you come to acquire your powers, hm? Did you do it yourself, or did someone else do it for you?”

Bigby growls at her, brows furrowed with anger, unanswering.

“Yes, you would do nicely,” the plague doctor surmises, gloved hand appraising the werewolf’s fangs, “come back with me. I am sure the blight from you would be most beneficial to my endeavors.”

Damian steps in, wedging himself between her sudden obsession, pulling Bigby to stand behind him.

“He's not interested.”

“Ha! Look at you! A leech that's only good for bleeding himself! Hm, I may have use for you as well.”

“Look, we're sorry we wandered into your home uninvited, but we would like to leave now, please,” pipes the branded boy, still guarded by the bulwark that is the flagellant's shoulders, propping himself up on top toes.

She cackles, Nephthys along with her.

“So you can bring the villagers to my door? Carrying pitchforks and torches? Out to burn everything I've built!”

“We wouldn't! We meant no harm, really! Just please, let us go!’

“Why,” she snaps, brandishing her silver dagger, “When I could just gut you both for trespassing and take what I want instead?”

“I don't want to hurt you,” Bigby snarls, his ears growing pointy, eyes luminescent, “please, don't make me.”

“To see a beast in action, now wouldn't that be a sight! Give yourself to me and I'll let your little friend here live.”

The wolfboy swallows, considering it, half tempted to agree.

“No deal,” Damian shouts, taking Bigby by the hand once more, opting to flee.

The flagellant suffers a slice from her weapon, but it was nothing deeper than what he was used to, running into the cover of the woods, knowing it would be harder for her there, having to match them on foot.

“Do you really think you can outrun me,” she cackles, amused by their persistent efforts, red coating her blade.

They're damn well going to try.

“That was so stupid,” Bigby warbles, a stumbling gait through the underbrush of fallen trees, “You’re bleeding!”

“As stupid as offering yourself over to her? Just keep running! We need to make it back to the church.”

Bigby's survival senses are tingling, something telling him to look back.

The witch's familiar, Nephthys, is closing in, it's smaller aerodynamic size easier to navigate through the tighter gaps in the forest, assaulting their eardrums with aural shrieks.

“Her crow is following us.”

“That would explain the screeching.”

Damian weaves them through the tree trunks, the crow firing blasts of regurgitated bile in attempts to slow them down.

“It'll catch up to us at this rate.”

“Wait, I think I have an idea! Hide behind this tree.”

“Are you sure?”

“Trust me!”

Damian nods, letting Bigby take over, following his plan.

The abomination waits, ears open for the bird's approach. His timing would be everything, waiting for that exact moment to lash out.

With a harsh whip crack, he stuns the familiar completely, it's body falling to the ground with a limp thump.

“You're quite good with a chain,” the holy man praises, watching as the corvid's feet twitch, a daze of little stars circling around it's head.

“I am sorry” the wolfboy offers to the indisposed creature, frowning at what he had to do, even if it was justified.

“You can apologize later. C'mon!”

The abbey is within their sights now, the two boys running up the steps in record time, pushing the doors open and then slamming them shut just as quickly.

They take a moment to catch their breath slumped against the sturdy wood of the entrance way.

“Do you think she's gone?”

“Dunno, but we're safe now.”

“We should get your wound looked at.”

“Just a scratch. Nothing to fuss over.”

“Still,” Bigby insists.

“Fine, if it pleases you.”

The abomination helps carry Damian further inside, arm slung over his shoulder amd waist.

“Remind me never to go on an adventure with you again.”

“Stuff like that usually doesn't happen,” the flagellant assures him.

“I bet,” Bigby chuckles.

Just as their nerves are beginning to settle down, there's a sharp rap at the door.

“Oh no.”

“You don't think …”

“She wouldn't … would she?”

As the boys debate on what to do, Junia wanders out into the hall, poised to answer the hubbub. “Oh, who could that be?”

“Junia, no!”

“Don't open it!”

The innocent girl doesn't hear them, offering a well-meaning, “Hello, who is it?”

“Where is he,” demands the shrill voice on the other side.

“Umm, ‘he’,” he vestal asks, a tad confused by the vague description, “Sorry, who is it that you're looking for?”

The plague doctor forces her way in, the unsuspecting Junia pushed aside.

“Don't play dumb. I saw him run back here,” the witch cries, beak waving through the air, “I can smell him, I know he's been here.”

Damian and Bigby are quick to hide behind the corridor, the hooded man poking his nose out to see Reynauld joining his comrade in the hall, ready to assist her.

“This a place of Light,” the knight says, a hand on his sword, willing to enforce it, “if your intent is not for worship, then I must ask you to leave.”

“Funny how my house was intruded upon, but I am treated as an unwelcome solicitor here,” she squawks, feathers poofing, doubling her size.

“If you seek to deliver a message,” the knight prompts, “then I am more than capable of handling it.”

“Very well, give him this. He dropped it while running away like a frightened little rabbit. And do tell him that he's invited for tea tomorrow or else a most wicked curse shall befall him.”

The plague doctor drops a small, inconspicuous pouch into Reynauld's hand, bidding him a sinister, “good day,” before gathering her opulent fringe for departure.

The knight shakes his helmet in disapproval, helping to steady the vestal from the debilitating intrusion.

“You really must learn to check the peephole before answering the door,” he advises gently.

“Yes, perhaps you're right,” she says, rubbing at the back of her head, still sore from being thrown against the stone.

“I better go explain what's going on,” Bigby says, feeling guilty for all the trouble they've caused.

“Best we find Baldwin first.”

“We can't wait for him. Stay put, I'll be right back.”

“Bigby–”

It's too late, the changeling has already revealed himself, walking up to the armored crusader despite their past differences.

“Umm, I am really sorry about all that. It's just a really big misunderstanding.”

“Why am I not surprised that the eldritch menace was after you ?”

The shapeshifter stands stiff, Reynauld's voice cold, foreboding as he leans in close, a sinister threat, setting the parcel in the abomination's upturned palm.

“If anything should happen to the church, I am holding you personally responsible.”

With that, the knight stalks away, lest he extract a punishment that's much worse than a warning.

Bigby tries not to let Reynauld's distasteful reproach get to him (this incident surely didn't win him any favors), focusing his efforts on the recovering vestal.

“Lady Junia, are you alright?”

“Me? Oh yes, I am fine. Surprised me is all. What did that strange woman want with you?”

“It's a long story, but before that, could you help me with Damian? He's hurt.”

“Oh, of course.”

As he shows the good-natured healer to the spot where he'd left the injured priest, Bigby can't help worrying about what's waiting for him inside that tiny hex bag.

[dramatisperscnae]

Mad Hatter is a pain in the ass and Tim is in no mood to sleep alone tonight so yes, he's crawling his sixteen year old self into Dick's bed like a child. He hates mind control, he hates not having control over himself and not being to do anything about it. No one sleeps alone after an encounter with Hatter, Ivy or Scarecrow anyway. Its an unwritten rule for the former and basically law for the latter two. Though where Ivy was concerned, it depended entirely on what kind of project she'd decided to unleash this time. Regardless, Tim got stuck under Hatter's control for a little bit which is one of his worst nightmares so he's curling up with Dick tonight. Possibly the rest of the week. @arobinwithoutbatman

Dick isn't exactly the lightest of sleepers; he lacks the kind of paranoia Bruce had for that, especially when he's staying in the Belfry rather than the penthouse atop Wayne Tower. That doesn't mean that he's entirely unaware of shifts in his environment, of course - Bruce trained him far too well for that - but he's not pulled to full consciousness unless it seems necessary.

Someone climbing into his bed? Pretty necessary.

The sudden jolt is quickly eased, however, by the equally sudden realization of just who it is. Tim must have had a rougher night than usual. They can discuss it in the morning. Afternoon. Whichever. Dick just adjusts the sheets and throws an arm around his brother, shifting a little and settling back in to sleep. Hopefully Tim doesn't mind becoming an unofficial teddy bear; Dick's always had a tendency to cuddle in his sleep.

[hislittlepixie]

Captain Keel's Journey in Mystical Brugge

Captain Keel stood at the heart of a mystical urban town in Belgium, a place where cobbled streets whispered secrets from centuries past and ivy-clad buildings leaned conspiratorially toward one another. The town, known as Bruges to outsiders, but Brugge to the locals, was a timeless canvas of medieval charm. With every footstep, Captain Keel felt as if he had stumbled into a painting, surrounded by the rich tapestry of history and culture.

As the morning sun cast long shadows across the narrow alleys, Captain Keel took in the sights, sounds, and scents of this enchanting place. Brugge was a symphony of aromas, a tantalizing blend of fresh-baked bread, sweet chocolate, and the earthy fragrance of Belgian waffles that beckoned him from every corner. His stomach growled in response, a reminder that adventure and discovery required sustenance.

Wandering deeper into the town, he marveled at the intricate lacework of canals that crisscrossed the cobblestone streets. Quaint bridges arched gracefully over the water, each one a testament to the town's architectural prowess. As he approached a small plaza, Captain Keel caught the scent of freshly brewed coffee, and his steps quickened toward a charming café with a handwritten chalkboard menu.

Seated at a wrought-iron table, Captain Keel ordered a strong espresso and a buttery croissant. He watched as a barista expertly poured a shot of dark, aromatic coffee into a porcelain cup, the rich crema glistening like a work of art. The first sip sent a jolt of warmth and caffeine through his body, dispelling the lingering fatigue from his journey.

Around him, the locals engaged in animated conversations, their words lilting in a language that flowed like poetry. Captain Keel had brushed up on his basic Flemish phrases, enough to order a meal and exchange pleasantries, but the true beauty of the language lay in its nuances and inflections, a graceful dance of communication.

With his breakfast concluded, Captain Keel decided to explore further. He strolled along the historic Markt Square, where the imposing Belfry of Bruges loomed like a sentinel of time. The ornate, 83-meter-tall tower had witnessed centuries of change, from medieval trade fairs to modern-day tourist crowds.

He couldn't help but smile as he passed by a horse-drawn carriage, its driver regaling tourists with tales of Brugge's storied past. The horses, draped in colorful plumes, added an element of romanticism to the already picturesque town. Captain Keel briefly considered joining the tour but opted instead to continue his solo adventure, guided by whims rather than an itinerary.

Turning down a narrow alley, Captain Keel discovered a hidden gem—an antique shop nestled beneath a centuries-old oak tree. The shop's windows displayed an eclectic array of treasures: antique pocket watches, weathered books, and delicate porcelain figurines. A brass sign above the entrance declared, "Curiosities of Brugge."

As Captain Keel stepped inside, the air seemed to thicken with history and mystery. Shelves lined with curiosities beckoned him to explore, each item a silent storyteller. The shop's proprietor, an elderly man with twinkling eyes, welcomed him with a nod, leaving Captain Keel to immerse himself in the tales of forgotten eras.

Amidst the trinkets and relics, Captain Keel's fingers brushed against an old compass. Its brass casing bore intricate engravings, and the needle still pointed true. He couldn't help but feel a connection to this artifact, as if it held the key to an uncharted adventure waiting to unfold.

As the day waned and the sun dipped below the horizon, casting Brugge in a soft, amber glow, Captain Keel emerged from the antique shop with the compass in hand. It was a symbol of his journey, a reminder that every step he took in this mystical town could lead him to places both known and unknown.

With each twist and turn of the cobblestone streets, Captain Keel embraced the allure of Brugge, a foreign land that held the promise of discovery and wonder. The adventure had just begun, and he was eager to uncover the secrets that lay hidden within this enchanting corner of Belgium.

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#HOLY PLOT TWIST BATMAN

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OUAT 7x10 Reaction Post

Okay, here we go.  The final episode before the Winter Hiatus.

Wow.  I’m getting flashbacks to S1, when Henry ate the poisoned turnover.

Woah!  Talk about a time jump.  We jumped ahead nine months?

So, why isn’t Emma, Killian Prime and Snowing here?  Shouldn't’ they have been here to see the birth of their great granddaughter/granddaughter/step-granddaughter?

Another prophesy?

Wait, is Lucy 8 in Hyperion Heights?  I thought she was 10.

Hold on.  Is Parallel Stepmother helping them now?  What happened during that nine month time jump?

And we fast forward again!?  What’s with the huge time jumps in this episode?  

Who are these guys?

See, this is why it’s bad to just jump ahead like this.  I have so many questions about what happened during those missing eight years.

Like, did Henry and company ever visit Storybrooke to visit the rest of the family?  Not to mention the CS baby.  He/she has probably been born by now.

Oh, shut up, Rumpy Rumps.  Since when do you care about Lucy? You barely acknowledged her father.

What’s with the bottle, Regina?

Oh, Regina.  If you know what was wrong, you wouldn’t be so cavalier right now.

WHAT?  Zelnea is a spin instructor now?  Who thought that up?  Where’s the logic?  Unless it’s a reference to Miss Gulch’s bicycle.  But even so, that’s quite the leap between Point A and Point B.

But what exactly is Zelena supposed to do about things in Hyperion Heights?  She lost her magic, didn’t she?  It all got absorbed into the Crimson Heart.

What are you doing, Gina?

Aww.  that’s a cute pig.

Oh, is this Baby Robyn?  Boy, she sure sprouted.  But what is she and Zelena doing here?  Why aren’t they back in Storybrooke?

The Coven of Eight?  Who are they?  And where’d they come from?

HOW’D ZELENA GET HER MAGIC BACK!?

Is Zelena cursed, too?

So, Robyn is supposed to be in Pucket?  The place where August/Pinocchio went?

So, Zelena’s cursed name is Kelly?  As in Kelly Green?  Hahaha.

And Henry is racing home to save his daughter.

Okay, is this Rumpelstiltskin Prime or Wish Rumpelstiltskin?

I’m guessing it’s Wish Rumpelstiltskin, due to the skin condition. But what are we doing back in the Wish World?

Okay, so does this mean this is Rumpelstiltskin Prime after all? Then why is he back to looking like this?

How did Alice end up hanging out with him?

Again, what exactly happened during that huge time jump?  Come on, show, explain!

And we’re back to the weird troll statue.

Oh, Tilly can touch him without any negative effect happening?  Did something happen to nullify the Curse of the Poisoned Heart?  Or is it just because they’re in the Land Without Magic?

Oh.  The Tattoo Guy’s mark is the mark of those witches.

HA!  That Whisky brand again!

Oh, Regina spiked her drink with memory potion, didn’t she?

It didn’t work?  Why didn’t it...oh, talk about a delayed reaction.

Oh, wait!  I just figured it out!  Alice is in love with Robyn.  And the family tree is even more convoluted.

OH!  Zelena found a new love?  Or is this other guy going to be just another Walsh?

What’s going on?  What was that thing with the knifes? 

So, Anastasia IS the Guardian?  That wasn’t just a red herring?

But still, don’t act like the magic associated to the Dark One is a good thing, Rumpy Rumps.

Oh, is touching or reading the book going to help wake Henry up?

Oh, there’s Tiger Lily!

So, is this Enchanted Forest Prime?  Or is the Parallel EF’s equivalent of the Magic Tree that they used to make the Wardrobe that saved Baby Emma?

I guess it’s the later.  

Ah.  Now we’re back to the scene from the S6 finale.  This means that it was that Coven of Eight that was chasing Henry.

And there’s Charming’s old sword.  I take this to mean that Henry did occasionally visit Storybrooke during those eight years that we didn’t get to see.

Is this why Henry wasn’t exactly inside Hyperion Heights with the others?

So whose heart do you crush, Drizella?

Oh, so that answers my question.  This is the Parallel EF’s equivalent of Jack of beanstalk fame.

Wait, Regina casts the curse?

Oh.  So THIS is the big horrible thing that’ll happen if the curse breaks.  The poison inside Henry will take hold again.

Wait, this is new.  So now they just need the magic of someone who crushed the heart of the thing they loved most.  Well, different version of the Enchanted Forest, different rules, I guess.

How does Anastasia have magic again?  Why did we never see her show any sign of it before?

Typical OUAT.  For every one question that gets answered, ten more questions form in it’s place.

So Regina was the one who cast this new curse, because Drizella blackmailed her with Henry’s life.

So, where’s Robyn in....oh, yeah.  She’s in Puckett.

Aw.  Wish Killian, you wonderful man. You’re sacrificing your chance to remember Alice so Lucy won’t be alone.  She’s still have her mother.

Come on Henry.  Do the True Love Kiss.

Weird.  No rainbow burst.  Why TLK not work?

Oh.  So it’s because Lucy lost hope.

Well, this is quite the conundrum.  Either Henry dies or Lucy does.

Yep.  Knew Gothel couldn’t be trusted.

So is this what Gothel’s game is?  She wants to recruit Anastasia into this witch coven?

WHAT!???!  Are you kidding me?  THIS IS WHERE YOU’RE LEAVING OFF?!?  Okay, now I’m ticked.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

those lanterns that were your hope... they were my idea. ivy belfrey + purple as a birthday present to myself

send me a favorite OUaT character and a color and I'll make you a moodboard

[mydarlingbat]

Oh my god, I'm going have to think about this, but I mean I can't even count every single time batman saves the Joker. He saves him in death of the family. Batman adventures continue #12 Batman the max. Arkham dreams #2 Batman confidential #11 batman ninja turtles 3 # 5 hitman #3 Batman The shadow #4 league of justice. Tales from the dark multiverse / the death of Superman #1 Batman #353 Batman #7 Batman #1 Batman adventures #16 the Batman strikes #9 Batman fun house of evil. Batman death by design. The batman who laughs #1 the Batman who laughs # 2 Batman secrets. Batman cacophony #3 legends of the dark Knight # 200 Batman legends of the dark Knight # 145 Batman Gotham Knights #73 Batman dredd / die laughing. The Joker mask. Batman Gotham adventures #31 detective comics annual #5 Batman vs the punisher. two face year one #2 Batman #544 Batman Arkham unhinged #29 #30 Batman unhinged # 28 Batman 1992 annual. Batman Arkham knight. Batman #649 Batman #719 batman Europe #2 legends of the dark Knight #195 catwoman #63 legends of the dark Knight #16 batman adventures #1 Batman adventures #3 Batman adventures #30 Batman 2016 48# batman the white knight #7 the spectre #51 batman annual #1 Joker switch. Wonder woman #165 #167 elseworlds finest. Batman Gotham after midnight #8 dc super friends. Batman / Harley and ivy #1 Batman #146 batman #37 the Joker last laugh #6 Batman legends of the dark Knight # 10 Batman last knight on earth. Batman legends of the dark Knight #50 batman Odyessy # 6 #2 injustice ground zero #6 Batman ego. Batman deadly duo #1 Joker's Devil advocate #1 legends of the dark Knight 2020 #2 The Batman animated series ( Christmas with JOKER ) ( the Phantasm ) The Jokers favor ) Harlequinade ) Joker's Millions ) make 'em laugh and that's all I recall. Batman Arkham origins. Batman under the red hood. The dark Knight. The Batman vs. Dracula. Batman Ninja. Scooby-Doo & Batman: The Brave and the Bold (2018) Batman telltale series # episode 5 Batman tomorrow the game. Gotham the series. the Batman series 2005 The Bat in the Belfry ) The Clayface of Tragedy (Part 2) The Metal Face of Comedy) Batman #66

I can't say them all, but he saved the Joker 70 times in comics. How many times he attempted to save the Joker 14 times in comics. 84 times I guess. Not including the movies and series, but all together 103 times.

[emospritelet]

Driz is not too young for you. Go for it. (Yes I read tags)

LOL!

She’s so fucking cute I could die

[ask-onceuponatime-rp]

Drizella/Ivy Belfry || Assistant || The New Storybook || OPEN

Read more about Drizella here.

Family: Lady Tremaine (mother), Anastasia (sister), Cinderella (sister)

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