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#They are not prepared for this. lol
screwpinecaprice · 2 years
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Hmmyeah, I don’t know why this timeline got angsty. 🤔
Steven Feels a Pregnant Connie’s belly, trying to talk to the baby and see if the newborn infant kicks, he proceeds to kiss Connie's belly for luck. requested by Movie Mayhem at Patreon!
#connverse#Connie Maheswaran#Steven Quartz Universe#my shiz#patreon request#October patreon request#comic#my comic#SU#SU fanart#Steven Universe#Gold TL#For added context well it's just a bit too early for them to do this. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#They are not prepared for this. lol#I mean they're in their early 20s here just to clarify.#I was playing around the idea that Steven is a super human and if his kid will be some sort of too much for the normal human body to handle#But like Connie will be able to handle it because they're been together fusing and ... together together if you know what I mean#Like her body being introduced and be familiar with magic through out the years.#If you caught the drift in my distant future connverse AU this is linked to how they were able to preserve Connie after so many years#I mean. I wasn't sure if I was able to explain that AU's premise well so that might've not been noticeable haha#Meh. That's not important right now anyway. I digress. ... So like#It was. like. a bit too soon? It'll get more and more easy on the next times.#She'll pull through no worries. She's flippin Connie Maheswaran after all. lol#Adding to how Steven is just always there if she needs anything.#He just a little paranoid about the situation but he get things done#Plus extra helping hands from the extended family#Their life is involved with a lot of teamwork#It's a delicate situation.#You know. I really don't know why I chose this path but hey. This is canon to this timeline now#I mean the extra context can be excluded lol
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Taco Crimes
Donnie would absolutely blow a fuse if someone ruined their books with how sacred he was to that mint condition comic, and I’m sure Mikey thinks cooking is an art. Cross either of them and it’s hell to pay!
I read a lot of book series that had been handed down to me by my siblings, but you could really tell whose they were before based on their condition. One sibling left foodstains and dog ears, another left spine breaks and ripped paperbacks, and the final would threaten my life if I so much as dented a page. Such is life with shared things
I guess you could say those books were well loved, for better or for worse lol
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kate-bot · 2 months
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a few more little pizza animations!!! they're a little rough around the edges but they were a lot of fun to make!!
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sirensea14 · 4 months
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I made a meme XD
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Amen
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midnightsslut · 2 months
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what’s interesting about this album is that she seems to explore every type of lyricism that she’s ever tried. there’s pop. there’s weird. there are folkmore style metaphors. there’s intensely diaristic writing. there are larger stories carefully placed between the lines of specific short narratives. there’s a lot of everything. she is in the weeds and pulled back at the same time. jaime had a lot of discourse about the betty speeches last year and wondered if taylor might’ve chosen a middle ground between fictional narratives and live-streamed public autopsies, and the middle ground turned out to be all of it all the time.
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quimser · 3 months
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been a bit busy lately, but here’s a zim and gir
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expelliarmus · 7 months
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starryyskies · 5 months
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Preform...
Like the doll you are
AU BELONGS TO @hootbon !!
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deadsetobsessions · 2 months
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Bruce didn’t come here often. Perhaps that was terrible of him but he couldn’t bear to visit his son’s resting place. It was difficult to equate his high-spirited son, bright as the sun itself and endlessly brilliant despite the more he grew up in, to the cold and lifeless stone engraved with his name and words that did not encompass everything his son was to him.
His hands were full of flowers, Jason’s favorite books, a round rock, and his son’s favorite foods.
Bruce didn’t come here often, because it broke his heart even more when he did, but today was a day that love and grief triumphed over his need to avoid.
He walked down the winding pathway, Alfred a silent sentinel behind him. He hated it, but he understood. Today was the only day Alfred allowed himself to be emotionally closed off. He’d lost a grandson.
Bruce didn’t come here often, but his son’s birthday was a day Bruce would remember how to love and live again, just for Jason.
“I will be over here, Master Bruce.” Alfred stopped at his designated spot, where Bruce had added a bench and a draping tree to shade Alfred as he stood vigil.
The first time they’d- it was April, and the sun- after the funeral, Bruce was lost in the throes of grief and had kneeled over the freshly tilled dirt for hours. Alfred had stood there, in that same spot, in the city’s rare blazing sun until Bruce came back to himself.
Bruce had almost lost his second father that day, and what good was wealth if it could not prevent that? And so, water, shade, a bench, and a space heater was added.
Bruce knows better than anyone how stubborn Alfred can be, when it comes to matters of the heart. After all, he didn’t have to raise Bruce after Martha and Thomas died.
“Alright, Alfred.”
Bruce splits from the haggard butler with pointed looks at the water bottles he’d prepared for today for Alfred (who manages, this time, a faint but amused raise of an eyebrow) and walks towards Jason Todd’s grave.
Here where his son is buried, the grass is kept green. In April, Forget-Me-Nots bloomed and dotted the place where Bruce’s world collapsed with bright colors. In August, it is still green, but the tin engraved with the names of the deceased stood out without the flowers.
Bruce kneeled and quietly arranged the flowers before placing them in the tin. He set the platters of food down and uncovered them. The scent of chili dogs made his heart stutter, flashes of a bright smile and book references blinding Bruce with their nostalgia.
He swallowed, grief building, and placed the stone he’d brought atop the gravestone. He sat back, gripping Jason’s book with white knuckles.
Bruce didn’t turn around when clothing rustled behind him. Alfred would have verbally cut down anyone that dared to approach them today, especially here. That he didn’t do so was telling of who it would be.
“I’m still mad at you, for not telling me as soon as you knew.” Dick Grayson sat down, hand over one of Jason’s school bag pins he had carefully attached to the front of his jacket.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“He deserved better. I should have been there.” Dick whispered, placing another bundle of flowers into the tin. It fit, but barely. “I would have dropped everything to come find him. Even if it wasn’t on time, even if it wasn’t enough, I deserved to be there when he was buried. We were family.”
“I know.” Bruce repeated, no less regretful. In his grief, he had wronged his loved ones. “I’m sorry.”
Dick casted a quiet, assessing eye at him. Bruce stayed quiet.
“It’s too dreary,” Dick said. He took out paints, little statutes of robins, bright birds, and bits and bobs Bruce knew Jason would have loved had he been alive out of his pockets.
“It should be more colorful,” Dick murmured as he placed them artfully against the headstone.
They sat there, for a while. Dick glanced at… at Bruce’s hand, and settled down.
It’d been a while since they’ve spoken, but he knew what the man intentioned to do today. This will be the most Dick will have heard Bruce speak outside of his civilian obligations.
Bruce took the cue and gently opened Jason’s book. He’d bought it for Jason- the first gift- and he’d read it to Jason every night. Dick had a similar book.
“Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse…”
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A boy with black hair and blue eyes wandered amongst the graveyard. They’ve been here for a while, and the man’s low rumble was soothing to listen to. The shades that hung about the graveyard settled as he read out loud from the book as his son sat quietly beside him.
As the boy, invisible and intangible, brushed his hand against the gravestone, he wondered why they were reading to an empty grave.
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Dick had left long before Bruce did.
And when it was time to go, as stars began to climb and as the cold began to nip at his fingers, Bruce heard a quiet voice.
“Do not stand at his grave and weep,” and Bruce turned, recognizing the poem. “He is not there. He does not sleep.”
But there was no-one.
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diablo1776 · 2 months
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isjasz · 4 months
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[Day 218* I CANT COUNT]
Smth a bit different tdy, its me and my friend @pikorulli for our twitter pfps :D (Lineart by her and colors by me!)
Desertduo are now marketable plushies
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rosarrie · 5 months
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moonlightphos · 4 months
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Six for the truth over solace in lies
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sprucewoodmpreg · 7 months
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im not even a desertduo guy but monopoly mountain was so good. i understand why we don't really get anyone doing massive fleshed-out builds anymore, but man i really miss having such dramatic monuments for each team
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little-pondhead · 6 months
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Danny moved to Gotham.
Freakshow is touring in Gotham.
Freakshow knows Danny is in Gotham.
Danny knows Freakshow is still after him.
Danny's faith in heroes has been shattered.
Danny turns to the only person powerful enough to run Freakshow out of town, hopefully for good.
Danny turns to the Joker for help.
The Joker is looking for a new punching bag sidekick after Harley Quinn left him.
Danny is just the perfect person to be shaped by the Joker's hands.
Danny becomes the new Joker Junior.
#pondhead blurbs#dpxdc#how we feeling about this fellas#i think it's an ideal angst fic#but i don't wanna write it lol#the younger danny is the worse it gets#someone said that danny shouldn't be afraid of the joker because he's a clown and freakshow is a ringmaster. not a clown#if i find that post i'll tag the creator cause i can't remember rn#but i'm imagining danny who is heavily traumatized and scared and lonely#finding out that one of his worst enemies he hoped to never see again is hunting him and is so close danny has to check his eyes every day#just to make sure they haven't turned red#his anxiety is out of control and he's not about to go find a Bat or Bird to talk to#who would believe him anyways? he's a monster#but danny needs help cause he will not survive this on his own and he knows it#freakshow haunts his every waking dream#but freakshow isn't from gotham. he doesn't have the city's curses engraved into his blood. he never died and he's not truly teasing death#so danny chooses to plead for help from the only predator bigger than freakshow (in his eyes) who IS from gotham#danny goes to the Joker. prepared to offer everything but his free will and free mind. he can't give those up. it's all he has.#danny is a feral house cat asking a tiger to take care of a mountain lion for him by offering the tiger his own liver on a silver platter#joker is...delighted? maybe? no one is quite sure. but he takes what danny offers.#here is this little boy. almost the same age as the second robin when he died. pleading for the JOKER to be his savior. this will be fun
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helyeahmangocheese · 6 months
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for roll call purposes: yes, I was here for the mark of athena cliffhanger, the 'good kid' teaser and the following two cast albums, for the mcga/toa book announcements, falafel jokes and cartercy in 2017... and while new fans are not safe from spoilers on this blog you are loved and embraced and very much encouraged to interact
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