my pen has still not been confiscated so it’s halsin’s turn in the ongoing turn-everything-into-Hades fever dream
others: the dark urge (OC); minthara (bg3), karlach (bg3), shadowheart (bg3), gale (bg3), lae'zel (bg3), astarion (bg3), wyll (bg3), kotallo (horizon)
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Of Course Not(tm)
Kind of continued from this post I made a bit ago.
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The bats are on a manhunt looking for whoever took their youngest. (Damian would not just enter an unmarked vehicle)
Nightwing, Red hood, Signal, Batgirl and Orphan all taking the streets while Batman, Red Robin and Oracle all look over the last known footage of Damian, walking stiffly with glowing red eyes. (Obvious mind-control, but why couldn’t he break out of it?)
“Uh, Batman?”
Suddenly, they get a FaceTime call invite on the Bat computer. (Batman has Bat-call, not FaceTime?!?)
“Answer, I’ll trace it.” Oracle says tersely. Red Robin hesitantly pushes the accept button.
“Ancients, you sure took your sweet time with that.” A blue-eyed clone of Damian snarks out the minute they enter the call.
“Where is Damian?” Batman growls out.
“He’s… fine. Well, fine as he can be at the moment.” The clone says, then mutters something under his breath.
“Anyways, could you come and get him? I’d drop him off, but I’m kind of busy at the moment.” He says as he’s furiously typing away at the computer.
“The signals heavily encrypted, I can’t get a read past somewhere in Illinois.” Oracle reports.
“What is the League planning.” Batman demands.
That makes the clone pause. “The League isn’t involved.”
“Then who else cloned him?” Red Robin asks.
The clone now stops what he’s doing and frowns at the camera. “Clone? No, I’m his brother.” Not seeing the reaction he wanted. “Danny? His twin? Other half of the demon twins?”
Watching their growing confused reactions he puts his head in his hands and groans.
“He didn’t mention me at all, did he? Of course not.”
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she says he won't let her get a dog, which is fine, because they're in an apartment, and that's the kind of thing people say about their partners. he won't let me get a dog. and you're at a dinner party and you tilt your head a little to the side just like that dog he won't let her get, because is this the thing that's going to upset you? you don't know every corner of their relationship, she could be joking, they could have had so many healthy conversations about the dog, right, and maybe she's not letting herself get the dog because of money and time and whatever. but, like, she did say let
and she wants to move away from his hometown and he wants to stay and then he tells you with a wink and a conspiratorial stage whisper don't worry i'll convince her and she laughs about it - so clearly this is something they laugh about. but you do just stand there and stare at him like what the fuck, man. you can't say what you want to say which is why do you get the final say on everything because they're both obviously aware of the other person's stance on this and have obviously had private conversations about it and what are you going to do about it except make a scene and then he'll be mad at you and call you one of those bitches behind your back and she'll cut you off, which is a loss that doesn't feel worth it just because he makes you a little skeeved out every 3rd comment
and they both agree he just isn't the type to get flowers which is fine because everyone shows love differently, and are you really gonna judge someone based on their sense of individual relationship responsibility? maybe he's constantly cleaning her car and writing her poems and making her furniture or something. maybe she doesn't even like flowers and this is perfect, actually. and no you couldn't date him, obviously, ew; but like, she tells you she's happy. you almost send her a tiktok that says don't be 25 and the cool girl that doesn't need anything, you'll hate not getting flowers at 30, but that's like, starting drama & you shouldn't start drama needlessly.
and you're a little older than her but not so much older you can pull the whole trust me on this one babe thing and besides that wouldn't have worked anyway (when does it ever) and besides you have trauma so you and your therapist both agree that you're always looking for a problem even when there isn't one. and you tell yourself that just because you see them for 15 minutes every month does not mean you can identify every single red flag based on a single shitty half-joking(?) comment
and besides, what are you going to do? she says i actually wanted another stand mixer but thankfully he stops me when i'm about to spend too much money and you're standing there like are you okay? is this normal? is this just something people say? and again - what are you going to do?
to your therapist you try to language it - it's not, like, any of my business. but sometimes, doesn't it feel like - you should do something. there's got to be something, right? you've tried dropping little hints but they sail right through and you've tried having a single serious conversation and she got upset because why does it matter to you, yes it's different but we're happy, it doesn't need to make sense to you and you're like. really unwilling to push a boundary about it anymore; because the truth is that you know logically it shouldn't matter to you, as long as both parties are happy.
and besides, you've been wrong before. it's just... like, every time you see them both, something else happens, some kind of shiver down your spine like do you even hear each other when you talk. it's their strange, bickering orbit. just the way he's on his phone through dinner or watching sports instead of helping in the kitchen or, fuck, another one of these little throwaway comments he makes about we'll see about that, babe. she laughs when he calls her passions stupid shit and meanwhile she gets him tickets to see the knicks and he tells you well at least she's smart about something and still! it's none of your business.
you say get the dog anyway and she laughs. like, this is is you being funny. and not you saying - no really. get the dog. get the dog and get out of here. pack up and start running.
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Pots 'N' Picks Week 2024: Day 3: Modern AU
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Izutsumi senshi told me to post this to the job account but i couldnt remember the password. so take it.
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CH1LWPUCKP4771 oh no!!!!! is dad okay??? that fish he's reeling looks like it's bigger than he is!!!
-Izutsumi it was. tasted good too.
--M_Chils so he caught it?
---C_Tims No. *She* caught it. *After* I fell in.
----MissFlerChils Bon voyage, Fish Fear Me hat... best birthday present we ever got him.
UL71M8M0N57R wish i could have joined you guys! praying senshi gives me the recipe!
-C_Tims No offense, Laios, but you weren't invited. It was a date.
--UL71M8M0N57R OH! why was Izutsumi invited, then?
---C_Tims She wasn't.
-PotsNPicksOfficial freshly caught fish, cleaned and descaled, 1/2 onion, 2 lemons (1 sliced, 1 halved) 500g new pota... (See more)
Chilshi is catdads to me.
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