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manhattancrossrip · 2 days
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art based on the self-possession arc of my phoebe spengler ask blog!! (ask-phoebespengler)
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cosmicgamer · 5 days
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The way Luz's thank you drawing got rejected by the person it was for when she thought she finally found someone who wouldn't make fun of her for her eccentric behavior, that she is worthless..and then the drawing does get recognized, that it's beautiful and why would it get thrown away. She was finally understood (I am in shambles help-)
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ew-selfish-art · 9 months
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Dp x Dc AU: Tim doesn’t rest, not even in Death.
It’s a heart attack that gets him, well, that and the insane amount of fear toxin flooding his system. He was dead for a full three minutes before he watches (how was he watching?) his eldest brother get his heart going again and get his unconscious body to the cave. Alfred gets him onto bat-life support and Leslie looks gravely at his family after she’s done her best to heal him. They decide to keep trying, they don’t want to believe he’s gone.
Tim watches in fury. He’s more useful than this, he’s not just going to die and let the family mourn him! Tim sets to work trying to understand what’s happened to him and he realizes he must be a ghost. Therefore, if he wants to understand ghosts he needs to go where ghosts are, and thankfully he just read a JLD doc saying to avoid Amity Park at all costs.
It’s takes him a second to get used to flying at full speed, but he finds himself surrounded by strange people in a strange town and… he notices himself becoming more visible. He’s able to interact with more and more objects, he even picked up a pencil! Poltergeist is a step forward in his plan, Tim accepts this change of pace.
Then Tim meets Danny, a normal human kid who looks like he could be brought into the manor and given a cape, who looks straight at him.
“Wait, who are you? You didn’t die in Amity did you?”
“No, I died in Gotham. I came here to understand how I’m a ghost and how I can get back to my dying body. I just need a few answers.” Tim explains, and notices that his voice isn’t his own, like it’s a different language entirely that comes out.
“Well, uh, I dunno about going back to your body but it’s not safe for you to be here. The GIW are looking for lost souls like you that people won’t notice go missing. So get back to your family and find peace. Im sorry but that’s really the best advice I have.” Danny answers.
Tim begs him for answers on the GIW. Begs him for any answers at all. Danny shrugs him off each time, tell him that he’s just a ghost and he needs to move on before he gets hurt or becomes a problem.
Tim decides if he’s a problem, he’ll probably get more answers.
Soon enough, he’s stepping into the end of a battle where Phantom is getting Skulker into a thermos, and demands answers, and if not answers help.
They brawl, and Tim’s training as Red Robin gets him farther than a lot of ghosts. And then, when he knows he’s beat and he’s about to share thermos space with the robot jackass (who he can interrogate and then build his own robot) Tim realizes something.
“You’re still alive, aren’t you? You’re Danny, black hair and blue eyes.” Tim says and suddenly Phantom is as still as the dead despite the accusation.
“How the fuck- dude. Okay, you know what? Fine. Lets go talk, you’re clearly not giving up and I need you to never say that shit out loud ever again.”
Because blackmail works in life for Tim, blackmail also apparently works in death.
He’s given all of the info they have on the GIW, he’s introduced to ghost technology and how it works with ectoplasm. He’s told about the portal (although they refuse to sneak him into the house to see it- he can handle a few lasers, ugh) and he’s told about the general sequence of events in Danny’s life/death.
And then Tim is suddenly back in his body in Gotham.
The family found a way to bring him back and he’s 100% alive, no longer ghostly, but he retained all his memories.
“We have a war against the government to start” are not the first words his family expected to hear from Tim post death.
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puppetmaster13u · 4 months
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Meme Prompt 2
Thinkin of feral halfa Jason again. No surprise there.
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etourvol · 2 years
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Taking your boiling isles gf to Connecticut Landmarks
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crimeronan · 3 days
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"when does amity technically join the AU polycule" greatest thread in the history of our time, locked after 4838378 pages of DTR debate,
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Actually the reason why I dont like Reaching Out is because Luz is once again incapable of being open with Amity. We are not given an explanation as to why Luz just... doesn't tell Amity about her father.
They made Luz lie to Amity specifically so that they could create a situation where Amity stands up to Alador. Through this interaction, Alador and Amity can begin mending their relationship. And it's like okay... but did this really need to come about as a direct result of Luz lying directly to Amity's face?
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It's really funny to think about the whole custody battle people are having over Hunter when you remember he is is sixteen and all but fully independent like it does not matter who has official/legal custody of him he's still just gonna go wherever he wants and that's what he did. Literally why would he pick one household to live in when the entire point of his character arc is that he doesn't want to be confined to any one place or occupation (he wants to carve palismen, he wants to play flyerderby, he wants to go to school, and he wants to make cosplay and sew wolf t-shirts all of which are things he'll want to be in different places for generally)
And it's so funny to me when people concede to coparenting like some kind of compromise but they think that they are going to have a post-divorce Hunter spends weekdays with one family and weekends with another situation like how did you miss the whole point of found family in this series.
Hunter doesn't switch between the Deamonne, Noceda, and Clawthorne-Whispers families because they're the same family now. Everybody came together. They all became Luz's family, Hunter included.
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niconebula · 1 year
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Before the last episode airs, and I know this is meant more for twitter but I can’t say it there because I will be crucified:
If I see people making jokes about Amity’s chin being ugly just because of god forbid a bad drawing or two, I’m seriously going to (REDACTED). People are legitimately so fucking mean, it was funny for a bit but then devolved into making fun of a girl who just happens to have a prominent chin and not the standard pixie Disney-style “girl face”.
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The women of TOH already have a lot less variation especially in things like noses, eyebrows, and face shape to make them look more ‘cute’ and ‘feminine’. I don’t mean this as a major slight on the crew because this kind of design is insidious and kind of happens without actual intent behind it. But obviously someone realized and wanted to change Amity’s face shape for Season 3. And it’s FINE. She’s literally only being made fun of for it because she’s a girl and it’s unusual to see female characters with stronger jaws.
I grew up with an underbite and was pressured by adults into getting (incredibly invasive!!) surgery to correct it since I was eight years old. Surgery that would take 6 weeks for me to recover from and which during that time I wouldn’t be able to eat any solid foods or be able to talk, and it was for almost purely cosmetic reasons! Amity doesn’t even have an underbite. But the world is so cruel to young girls’ appearances that it’s just not funny anymore. God forbid she doesn’t look like Elsa.
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cannibalisticskittles · 6 months
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actually that last post makes me think about this
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sat-in-a-rat-trap · 2 years
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KICKING AND SCREAMING AND PROCLAIMING FROM THE ROOFTOPS HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS FUCKIJG KIDS SHOW OH MY GOD,,,
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manhattancrossrip · 2 hours
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the mare in the moon
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dreamcatcher-ranger · 2 years
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The coffee shop looked pretty nice. Just a tiny, comfy spot for a tiny, comfy latte. Could a latte be comfy? Amity, or at least the mind version of her, shrugged. Probably not. But it didn't matter, it surely delivered the concept.
The line was advancing slowly. Her attention began to lower. With a huff she took on her phone and scrolled a bit down her chats, to no avail. Amity shot a glance at the people around her. Nobody would have paid attention to a young girl with purple hair, or at whatever she was looking at on the screen. She opened ao3.
Just a little dip, she said to herself. Just a couple of paragraphs. Immersed into the sweetness of Hecate's love confession to Azura, she hadn't noticed that she was now right in front of the counter.
"Good afternoon, miss. What can I offer you today?"
The cheerful voice wasn't enough to distract her. Without looking away from the screen, Amity mumbled: "A chocolate and vanilla latte, thanks"
"Alright, will do. And may I..."
Amity shot a glance to the barista. She was a girl about her age, with dark, short hair and kind, warm brown starry eyes. There were no other ways to call them. Starry. It was the perfect definition. Cute, also. She was holding a cup and a pen.
"...have..."
Said cute, starry eyes became less starry and more malicious as her whole face turned into a mischievous expression. Now she got all of Amity's attention.
"...your name?"
Amity was not impressed. Her interest vanished as quickly as it came. She couldn't feel any threatening aura. Just another girl. Cute, but that was it. She returned to her fic. "They call me Amity."
"Huh."
The purple-haired girl looked up. The cutie pie on the other side of the counter was still holding the cup, looking at her quizzically. And vaguely intrigued.
"What? Is there something wrong?"
"No, it's just the delivery. Scared that you may get... Witchnapped?"
"That’s not a word"
"You didn't answer."
Amity looked away, remaining cool and aloof. The barista little smile faded.
"Oh, okay. A choccy-nilla latte for..."
"You have to be careful with names."
Amity wasn't sure about why she said that. But maybe, just maybe, this girl wouldn't have took her for a weirdo.
"They are prized. They are yours."
Maybe, just maybe, this girl wasn't like the others...
Her warm, starry eyes lit up. And the adorable smile returned.
She slammed pen, cup and hands on the counter and leant towards the other, excitedly.
"You too?"
Amity hurriedly took a step back.
"Me too... what?"
"You know the tales, too? The legends, the stories?"
In a way, Amity thought. But before she could say anything, the other girl regained a bit of composure, with an awkward, apologetic smile, and waved her hands.
"Sorry sorry, too lively, wasn't it? But the question stands. You too into folklore?"
Too darn cute. Amity found herself blushing, despite her best efforts. She covered her mouth and tried to focus on something else. Oh, look, how cute this cream dispenser is...
"I'm Luz, by the way"
The girl- Luz- was holding out her hand. Amity took it. "Amity. But you already know it."
This seemed to make something click into Luz's mind.
"Oh, cierto, your latte. Silly me. On it. Anything else- is that a Good Witch Azura keychain?!?"
This girl was a surprise after another. Amity took the little Hecate keychain that was dangling from her purse. She chuckled.
"Yes, I, uh, didn't thought somebody would recognize it..."
"You kidding? It's adorable! And look- we match!"
Luz tucked her hand in the pocket and fished out a phone in a nice bat case, a bunch of scraps, a pencil and finally a couple of keys with a little Azura keychain.
Proudly, she deposited it next to the cream dispenser.
"Twinsies!"
Amity giggled. Luz was an absolute little ray of sunshine, and it's been a real lucky shot having met her. Stretching her purse, she brought Hecate next to her... nemesis? Sweetheart? Frenemy? Whatever.
"Twinsies."
An older boy popped from behind the coffee machine.
"Hey Luz, ya done making googoo eyes? What was her order?"
Luz scrambled back, stuffing everything back into her pocket, and scribbled down on the cup.
"Choccy-nilla latte for Amity! Here it comes!"
Amity tucked a stray strand of purple hair behind her ear, and stepped to the side. Examining the various tip jars, she picked the one with a lot of stickers and doodles of witches on it and dropped her tip. She hadn't found a name, but was somewhat fairly certain that it was Luz's one.
"Choccy-nilla latte!"
Amity took her cup and started walking away. On it, somebody, guess who, has doodled a kitten and a star and a little heart and... wait... is that a...
With her free hand, Amity fished her phone and unlocked it. Typing carefully, she then let it ring a few times.
The sound of a commotion from behind. And then:
"Hello."
"Hello. May I have your name?"
"Noceda, Luz Noceda. But who?..."
Amity turned around, not completely, just enough to let the cutie pie behind the counter see her little smirk.
Luz's face went from puzzled to charmed.
"Oh, I see..."
"Scared of being witchnapped, Noceda?"
With the teasing "Not a word!" from Luz still in her ears, Amity walked out of the coffee shop.
She let her gaze wander over the skyline of the woods, and the light orange hue of the sunset.
"Luz Noceda..." she hummed. That was the prized name. That was hers.
Amity would make good use of it.
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amndmirk · 2 years
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IK IM USUALLY OK WITH THIS SHIT SO FUN FACT — I NEVER TALK ABT IT CUZ I DON WANNA BE STINKY AND RUIN SOMEONES DAY — BUT I DONT ACTUALLY LIKE SASHARCY OR HUNTLOW.
BUT IT FEELS LIKE I WONT HAVE MUCH OF A CHOICE
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evilminji · 27 days
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Ooooh~ Drink mix up? >.>
Because! Wes DID, in fact, get that dream job. HAS learned... after many, many hours of "beat about the head and shoulders with an ethics pamphlet by his great aunt", to keep his mouth shut! Family curse of Sight? WHAT family curse?
He doesn't see shit! Mind your business.
What're you? A cop?
Look, he sent Fenton a gift basket. He was a shitty, shitty "I have to be RIGHT and nothing else matters!" Stubborn lil asshole of a kid. He got better. Grew up. No one is there best Self during puberty. He DOES, in fact, regret it.
Which is WHY, he is deliberately ignoring Kent's terrible, awful, paper-thin, "who meee~?" Aw shucks BULLSHIT excuse of a disguise, like it isn't blatantly obvious he's Superman. Yep. Nothing to see here! Nothing but us chickens! Mmmmm, morning coffee! Delicious.
But see, here's the THING.
The Itty, bitty, teeny lil PROBLEM...
Wes grew up in Amity "Totally Not Supernatural Hotspot For Centuries" Park. He is... to put it mildly, genetically? A freak. His biology is ALL fucked up. Everyone's is. And it WAS NOT made better by the Fenton's playing fast and loose with their hell basement. The Ectoplasmic NUKE that was that portal.
There is a REASON his morning coffee? Is COVERED. Contained. Fenton brand, LEAD LINED, specialty cups. The sort that can't be EATEN from the inside out. Eroded after a few uses. They're ugly as sin, but they work. He even ordered a few covers from Star's etsy shop. (Apparently he wasn't the only one who hated how ugly they looked. Good for her though, he heard it was doing well.)
He SAYS this? 'Cause his morning brew is less... straight COFFEE... and more... how to put this? A blend? Brew? Potion, really. Like an energy drink. From hell. Or, partially at least, the Zone. It's the combination of roots, seeds, and a few dried berries. Kinda like a tea, actually!
Tasty. Adds this nice fruity, warmth. A zing. Goes GREAT with the coffee. And it really perks you up... if you are Limnal. If you AREN'T? It'll desolve your esophagus like swallowing straight acid. And that's not TOUCHING the... witch-y, more Seer specific bit of the blend.
That stuff is medicinal. You know, "calm the mind" and "mental clarity". That sorta thing. With a good ol helping of "don't blurt out everyone's secrets, you spacey bitch! For the love of God, those are our INSIDE THOUGHTS!". Which? Really helpful! Infinitely less likely to get decked. It's a family staple.
Poisonous, though.
They're fine cause they've basically developed an immunity to that part, but like? Wouldn't recommend. It's why he NEVER shares his drinks. Food? On occasion. If he PLANS it and knows not to add and interesting spices. But DRINKS? Never. Weston family brews are basically NEVER safe.
Which? Begs the Very Important Question ™!
Who's Coffee Is This?
Cause it SURE AS FUCK AINT HIS!
You never realize quite how fast you can go from "completely calm and kinda sleepy" to "bomb strapped to my chest, primal panic AWAKE" until it happens to you. His coffee was ON HIS DESK. People have passed by. He talked to them. Cups put down and picked up. Lazy early morning. He doesn't even register, really, as his chair crashes to the ground.
He's shouting.
People confused. They don't realize yet. His head whips around, looking for that distinct cover. Before it's too late. Before someone takes that fatal sip. He spots it. Bolting from his desk. Crashing through coworkers, over desks. Chaos and outrage. "It's 'just' coffee!" They cry.
Kent turns, confused. Pretending. Raises his (HIS! Oh god!) cup to his lips, unknowing. Wes SCREAMS a warning. But he doesn't listen. "It's 'just' coffee" They never listen. Curse of Cassandra. God's damn it. This is why his family fucking CONVERTED!
He TACKLES the man of steel.
RIPS his cup away from him, knows his eyes are frantic. How much have you had?! Spit it out! Wes voice ECHOES in the sudden silence. I'm a META, Kent! It could KILL YOU!
And oh, Oh NOW they get it. Or perhaps it is the burn in his mouth that finally registers. He rolls, spits oil slick nebulae that eat away the floor. There is blood mixed within it. It took mere moments. Superman stares, transfixed and horrified, as Wes shakes. He... he should probably get off of him.
He'll move in a moment.
When his legs no longer feel weak from terror.
The news room is in chaos. Lane kneeling by her husband, Perry trying to do damage control. He... he's probably gonna lose his job, isn't he? Wes wants to cry. Protection laws only go so far, after all. And warning his boss about his dietary needs means jack shit, after an incident like this. Beloved as Kent is. Not that anyone likely believed him.
They never do.
And now he's nearly killed Superman.
@hypewinter @hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @nerdpoe @lolottes @babbling-babull @mutable-manifestation @dcxdpdabbles
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nerdpoe · 3 months
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Constantine has found an, as the colloquial term would be, easy mark.
He's just found out that the High Prince of the Infinite Realms is a freshly dead fourteen year old. And like, yeah, sucks that the kid died, he feels for him.
But also; the kid has a problem that's ridiculously easy to solve.
The American Government is trying to declare war on the realm that holds all universes together, and Constantine knows a few people who can bring that to light and get that shit shut down real fucking quick.
So he goes to Amity Park, to the little Prince's haunt so he can pin him down, help him out for "free", and work out a deal to call the American Government off.
Except the kid just wants him to do his stitches. Because the American Government wasn't bluffing, and has developed weapons that can and will harm the fabric of reality.
John does the kids stitches. They aren't very good, but they're the best he can do.
He sticks around.
He patches the little Prince up.
He...he gets attached.
He watches the GIW actually hurt the kid, seriously, to the extent that he actively steps in and gets himself labeled a terrorist by taking them out.
Now he's got an angry Big Three on the line, demanding to know what is going on, and he's realizing that he's a little past tricking a deal out of a kid that has too much power.
It's personal.
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