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Do you think it is possible for the other trolls to gaslight Eridan into do the murder for the right cause? E.g. not like the murderstuck in the canon but guiding his murderous direction to align with the purpose, using him as a disposable glass cannon and a cannon fodder to take down enemies? but not easily disposable due to seadweller's physical strength and his fighting skills. Not the optimal way to handle him but given that he needs some presence of others how will this scenario go?

no because i believe eridan is the specific type of idiot that you can't actually manipulate because he doesn't listen to people. god bless 🫡

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prince on a white horse

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Eternal Sugar is so happy that these Complete Strangers She Doesn’t Know are so supportive of her.

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Brozone 1am comic idea

Tadaaa the end 👏💥💥 🪦

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wwhat

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Ever wonder what'd it'd be like if Rick Prime ACTUALLY came back for his grandson and like, C-137 didn't arrive in time, never meeting Morty Prime?

I imagine it would be a nightmare for morty and a fun watch for me

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I Promise the Tea Isn't Poisoned

“Talia is in Gotham.”

After Spoiler shared this the comms erupted with chatter. There were a few groans from people, nobody liked dealing with the League of Assassins, but they were silenced by Bruce. 

“Spoiler, follow from a safe distance. Signal, go to her location and provide back-up. Stay on her until the night shift is able to come out and assist. Do not interact unless the situation changes. We don’t move until we find out exactly why she is in Gotham.”

Steph and Duke both affirmed their orders and muted their comms. Damian, who was just getting out of school tapped into the communication line. 

“Mother is likely here to visit me. My birthday is in a few weeks, she will want to wish me well before trying to bring me back into the League. Give me her location and I will see her leave quickly.”

Steph quickly rattled off their current location and Damian got into the car, Alfred was picking him up today. As they headed out another announcement was made, this time by Duke. 

“Uh guys, I think Talia is here to kill someone.” 

–

Danyal had led her on either the most random tour of Gotham or he knew she was following him. Two of Bruce’s children were already on her tail, she needed to either confront Danyal quickly or pull off and kill him another time. 

Talia followed Danyal to a cafe where he went up to the counter and ordered two drinks; chai.

Her cover was blown. 

Normally Talia would either retreat or make a move to quickly finish her target, but something in her made her hesitate. A burning curiosity. She wanted to know why Danyal was here in Gotham. She could only think of one reason why this man would want to be here. 

Talia followed Danyal to the back corner of the cafe and sat at his table with grace.

“It’s been twenty years Danyal, why aren’t you dead like I had prayed you were?”

Danyal scrunched his face when she said his name. 

“Always so direct, I almost missed that about you.”

He pushed forward the chai and took a sip of his. 

“But then I remember all the shit you put me through and I’m reminded why I ran away.”

 Talia smiled fondly. 

“The one successful thing you accomplished and it was being a coward, so like you, Danyal.”

He rolled his eyes at her. 

“Yeah between getting killed by you or the Demon Head, or deserting and being killed, I was really thriving on options.” He said flatly. 

Talia clicked her tongue, “You could have achieved any basic task and you would have been fine.” She gave a fake look of pity. “But clearly that was too large an expectation. Father should have let me dispose of you when we first smelled your weakness.”

Danyal smirked. 

“Well I escaped your notice for twenty odd years, so I’d say if anyone was the failure here. It’s you.”

The assassin's eyes turned to ice. 

“You were lucky.” She carefully stirred her drink and took a sip. “Be grateful we never put in the effort to confirm your death.”

– 

“Signal, Spoiler, explain.”

“Well we’ve been following Talia for like 8 blocks and she's been following this dude the entire time.”

“What does he look like? Do you have confirmation on his identity yet?” Bruce asked.

Duke spoke up this time. 

“We haven’t been able to get a glimpse of his face yet. He’s tall, around 6-foot, athletic, black hair, in his mid-twenties I think, could be Middle Eastern or White.”

“Robin, what's your ETA?” Steph asked. 

“Five minutes, there was a car crash in the Diamond District. The delay is being dealt with.”

“They are going into a cafe, the Batty Grind. Oracle can you see if the security system inside has audio? If not I can try to shadow travel and drop a bug under their table, they are going to sit in the far corner near the camera.”

“Camera’s do have audio, I’ll try to filter out the background noise and parse through their conversation on our channel.”

Duke and Steph leapt into the alley next to the cafe, near the side entrance. If Talia tried anything they would be able to react quickly and hopefully get the man to safety. They listened with bated breath as Barbara patched the conversation inside to their comms. 

“Be grateful we never put in the effort to confirm your death.”

–

Danny scoffed. 

“Yeah I’ll be sure to include that in the list of things I’m thankful for this year when Thanksgiving rolls around.”

Talia pounced on the information. 

“So you’ve been in America for a while then?”

Danny snorted. 

“Actually I’ve been all over the world, but yeah I’ve settled here. So many interesting things in this nation, especially the lack of insane ninjas who kept trying to get me to kill for them.”

Talia ignored the taunt.

“And what interest do you have in Gotham?”

“Business. Not that you care. So tell me Talia, what do you want?”

Talia smiled coyly. 

“Oh Danyal, you know I wouldn’t want to be rude and talk about myself. Now answer the question, why are you in Gotham?”

Danny thought carefully about his answer. He was not going to give her any details about his life, he might as well kill everyone he cared about himself. But the trick to dealing with the League of Assassins was to figure out why they were here and see if he could jeopardize their mission at the risk of interacting with him. If Talia was so focused on him being in Gotham, then there must be something here that she doesn’t want him to know about. 

If there was one thing Danny Fenton was good at, it was pissing off his adversaries. 

“Well the atmosphere might be a bit depressing, but the money to be made is worth it. Besides, Gotham is a very interesting place.”

Danny leaned forward and made a guess. 

“And the people are what really draw me here.”

Lightning quick, Talia pulled out a knife and stabbed Danny’s hand through the table. The man didn’t so much as blink, instead he started to smile, bingo. 

“If you so much as breathe near Damian I will make you feel pain in ways that you will wish you never left the League in the first place.”

“Damian huh, and who is that?”

Spoiler and Signal broke into the cafe and chaos descended as Damian Wayne himself walked in the front door. 

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Clownin around

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Рисунки из аска

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Ok originally I wrote text next to him that said “the cake is a lie” and only just realized how suggestive that sounds paired with this pose 😭😭

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my piece for "March Madness: A March Eridan Zine", a zine we did on a private discord server. pls check out the full zine here! <:

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Not gonna share the whole thing but look at my human stuck designs I made for a project

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give them your phone they wanna play temple run

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do you guys think the beasts just did stupid ass shit like this whilst waiting for their new bodies. anyways i saw this gem of a post and knew what i had to do

og under the cut

made by @burningcheese-merchant (was a delight to draw this, your shitposts are so funny i couldn't NOT)

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jesters

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guess wwho started reading homestuck in 2025

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