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the-liminal-place · 2 years
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THREE IS THE MAGIC NUMBER 
One and one and one is three— 
is you and him and him and me… 
Witches bonds that set us free! 
Our family;
the army We. 
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piratedllama-art · 2 years
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Quarters only, please [x <- prints here]
(done in procreate)
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*Danny and a Batfam member having a friendly chat at a cafe. They've known each other for a few months now*
Batfam member: "You know, you actually kinda look like B with a few minor differences. Prime adoption bait. Hope you're not another secret love child of his." *laughs*
Danny: *Starts sweating bullets because he is in fact, Bruce's kid but from a different dimension where instead of being a himbo billionaire, he's a himbo ghost hunter named Jack who almost killed him before he got here .* "Haha, you don't say?"
Batfam member: *Clocks in on sudden shift in mood* "Please tell me you're not."
Danny: "So do you want the short and funny story, or the long and sad one? Yes, there's a right answer."
Batfam member: *crying because they can never have a normal sibling*
Danny: Also, do you believe in ghosts?
Batfam member: *cries even more*
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mmalignus · 2 months
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clawzinc · 9 months
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n1ghtblossom · 3 months
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liminalstates · 3 months
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robots 🤖
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garbagedisp0sal · 3 months
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witchrealms · 4 months
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ghostlywriterr · 27 days
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Abandoned Villa Sbertoli. Tuscany, Italy
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the-liminal-place · 2 years
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ÉQUIPE TROIS
She clings to me and it's the rain that comes after the storm. 
His hand holds mine through the thick clouds and thicker haze 
of doubt and fear and those lightning strikes
that fork-forth for days (and days and days)
yet still it finds and fights its fierce way
into melding, blending with bloodborn veins
and fairborn alike, someway, somehow, 
and now hearts beat
—équipe trois—
signalling me, him, she,
announcing: we!
As one heart, those three, our big bass drum
sounds our fate and delirium.
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goddteeth · 2 years
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i will never leave this house
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raoulite · 1 year
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forest fair mall food court, OH
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mmalignus · 1 year
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clawzinc · 10 months
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piratedllama-art · 4 months
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The Assistant Manager [prints here]
[Done in procreate. Total time: 42 hours 12 min]
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