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thexvthmember · 1 year
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“There is a story deep inside my heart
So far away but I will never forget”
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AKA I’m making a full WanderLumi Spirited Away AU, let’s see how how far it goes
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whumperofworlds · 9 months
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*Whumper attempting to kidnap Whumpee*
Whumpee, hunched over: Ugh, call an ambulance!
*Whumpee stands straight, pulling out a fcking gun and aiming it at Whumper*
Whumpee: But not for me!
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darkmasterofcupcakes · 7 months
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Apparently Egypt Exists in Hell, Too
Chapter 2
Story Rating: M
Read on AO3: X
Loona stared down at her phone, focusing on scrolling through her Sinstagram account in order to try and ignore the eyes that she knew were focused on her. She wanted to snap at the other demons to mind their own fucking business, but that was only going to draw even more attention to her, which was the last thing she wanted to deal with right now.
So she just kept her attention on the screen, trying to ignore the comments of those around her, wondering what she was doing there alone – as the few other hellhounds in the waiting area were accompanied by other demons who they presumably worked for or were adopted by – and instead listened to the announcements that occasionally played from the overhead speakers.
A part of her couldn’t help but angrily wonder how few people went to the Sloth Ring that she’d been waiting almost forty minutes and she was pretty sure every other Ring had been announced at least twice, but she was still stuck waiting.
“Goddammit” Loona growled under her breath, gritting her teeth as she did her best to force down the wave of nausea that surged through her body. There was a restroom nearby, but considering her luck lately, if she left to use it, the elevator to Sloth would arrive when she was gone, and then she’d be stuck waiting at least another hour for the next one.
Thankfully, the feeling subsided fairly quickly, though there was still a faint sensation in her gut that warned the nausea would come back in full force with the smallest provocation; and if her sense of smell wasn’t already naturally heightened, her current situation wasn’t doing her any favors.
“How many horny fucks are there in this place?” she snapped as there was yet another announcement for a departure for Lust, after briefly becoming hopeful that she was finally going to actually leave. The longer she was waiting, the worse she felt, in every sense of the word. Every part of her was practically screaming at her to just walk away; why was she sitting here, waiting for almost an hour, to go somewhere she knew she hated?
But if she didn’t get this over with now, when her feeling that she needed to just deal with this as quickly as possible was overriding her hatred of hospitals (if just barely), she wasn’t likely to be able to do it at all.
A banner popped up at the top of her phone screen, indicating that she’d received a new text, but she didn’t open it. She already knew it was most likely from either Vortex or Bee…and Loona just couldn’t talk to them right now. And on the off-chance it was from Blitzo, responding from the text she’d sent him to cover up what she was actually doing; well, then she just didn’t want to deal with him right now. The only reason she’d even sent that message after she’d stuffed that damned test as far into the trash as possible and rushed out of the apartment building to get here was because she knew if she didn’t, Blitzo would go ballistic freaking out about her being “missing”; sometimes Loona secretly appreciated the concern, but right now, being treated like a kid was the last thing she needed.
Loona was pulled out of her thoughts when the voice overhead announced, “Sloth Ring. Now taking transfers to the Sloth Ring”.
“Fucking finally,” she exclaimed, immediately standing up (and trying not to wince at the way the sudden movement made her feel slightly lightheaded) and making her way toward the elevator.
At least now she knew it wasn’t going to be too much longer until she was actually going to be where she needed to go. Once she was actually in the Sloth Ring, she just needed to get to the damn hospital, and then she could just get this whole thing over with, and pretend it never happened.
A cramp went through her stomach, strong enough that Loona couldn’t keep herself from clutching at it, albeit briefly. Those few seconds were more than long enough for her to feel the slight, but still way to distinctly damning swelling in the area right below her navel.
The cramping itself was annoying familiar by this point; it was a combination of the fact that almost anything she smelled made her stomach turn and the frequent cramps, along with her noticing that she felt more bloated than normal in spite of her stomach’s constant rebellion that convinced her to take the test in the first place.
But the female hellhound had the feeling that these cramps were less just her body trying to make her feel even worse than she already did for being stupid enough to let her girlfriend and especially her boyfriend get near her when she was still in heat (and even worse, being unable to resist when her body screamed at her to allow Vortex and Bee to help her satisfy the overwhelming desire she’d been feeling for days, that hit its peak with the two of them in the same room).
No, this was more comparable to when Blitzo had dragged her in for her Hellbies appointment. As much as Loona hated to admit it, she was nervous about what she was about to do.
Well, of course she was fucking nervous; how could she not be, all things considered? It had been bad enough when she’d had to get jabbed with a single needle (“one little prick, you won’t feel it” Blitzo had said in the waiting room, and that was a big enough lie that she’d refused to talk to him or even acknowledge his presence for the rest of that night and good chunk of the next day), but this? This was literally going to involve having stuff ripped out from inside her, and while she had no idea how it was going to feel, she couldn’t imagine it was going to be particularly present; not to even consider the effect that her existing hatred of doctors and hospitals would have on the already unpleasant experience.
Part of her almost wondered if all the trouble (not to mention the money she needed to try and bribe the people at the hospital to even take her without an actual appointment) was even worth it…and she kept forcing that thought down, because even if it wasn’t worth it, she didn’t really have much of a choice, did she?
Yeah, she was happy with Bee and Tex, despite the fact that it took her months to fully accept they actually were both interested in her, and not just spending so much time hanging out with her, both at Bee’s parties and alone, out of some weird sense of pity. But the year that they’d officially been together were undoubtedly pretty high on the list of best years of Loona’s life; even if she was discounting the nearly eighteen years she spent in that shithole of a kennel in Sloth.
In fact, she was so happy with how her life had been going that she almost couldn’t help but just assume it was too good to really be true – there was just no way in Hell that life could just stay that great for someone like her; she just knew that something was going to happen to fuck it all up. And she was absolutely right about that.
Her first time going into heat after she’d started dating Vortex and Bee, probably the best sex she’d had in her life so far, and basically an entire paycheck thrown away for some morning after pills that were either expired or never fucking worked in the first place; and now she was dealing with possibly the biggest fuck-up of her life so far.
The three of them had never once brought up even the question of having kids. Why would they, when they’d only officially been together for just over a year now, and, in Loona’s case, still getting used to really being in a relationship like this to begin with? And, sure, maybe there was a chance her partners would be fine with what had happened, understand that Loona hadn’t meant to get herself knocked up from that night, and it’d all work out fine; but there was still the very real possibility of the exact opposite happening, and that was why the hellhound was currently walking through the streets of Sloth, ignoring everything outside of her goal.
If Vortex and Bee did get pissed and dump her for this fuck-up…well, these pups would be better off dead than having just her for a mom anyway, so this really was the best solution for everyone involved.
Loona sighed in relief as she finally stepped through the sliding doors of the hospital – just a few more minutes, then everything would be back to normal and nobody would ever have to know.
“Hey, I need to see someone,” Loona said as soon as she walked up to the receptionist’s desk, trying her best to ignore the way her fur was already starting to stand up from the tension building in her muscles.
The demon behind the desk didn’t even look up from the magazine she was lazily flipping through, so Loona growled and slammed her hand on the desktop, hard enough that she knew it couldn’t be ignored.
“Do you have an appointment?” the nurse questioned, still not looking up at the hellhound standing before her, though now her attention was on the appointment book rather than her now discarded magazine.
“No, I don’t have an appointment, but it doesn’t matter,” Loona replied, barely suppressing a growl from coming through. “I just need to get these little bastards out before it’s too late to even fucking try.”
She was already almost seven weeks into it, and one thing she knew about hellhound pregnancies was that they didn’t last that long, and even before birth, the pups could be shockingly durable; this really was her last chance to do this without having to make it even more complicated and having to worry about it not even working.
That finally seemed to get the older woman’s attention, and she actually looked up to face Loona for the first time since the hellhound had approached her desk.
“Oh, I remember you,” the nurse said, with very little emotion in either her tone or her expression. “You’re Blitzo’s hellhound.”
The nurse said her adoptive father’s name with the “O” pronounced, presumably out of an inability to care to remember the stressed reminder that it was silent, rather than true malice, considering Blitzo was nowhere near within earshot.
Loona felt her eye twitch slightly at being referred to as “Bitzo’s hellhound” – she knew how a lot of people in Hell viewed it when another demon adopted or hired a hellhound, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. But she tried to keep her cool; whatever it took to just get this damned procedure done and over with as quickly as possible.
“Yeah, sure,” she replied. “Can you just tell one of those assholes that I’m here so I can get out of here faster?”
The longer she stood in this waiting room, the more every muscle in her body was screaming at her to leave; something she was positive was apparent in her body language, although while the other demons waiting clearly noticed from their not-quite-whispered comments, the nurse-receptionist either didn’t notice or, more likely, didn’t care.
In what almost felt like an intentional attempt at making the hellhound even more on edge, the receptionist took a couple seconds longer than seemed necessary to respond to the request…and even then, only responded with a question of her own.
“Is Mr. O here with you?”
Loona had to be slightly thankful for that out of the blue question: the confusion it sparked within her made her forget how freaked she was, albeit briefly. Why would it matter if Blitzo was here with her? She voiced this question to the receptionist, who started clicking her tongue and shaking her head in response.
“I’m sorry, but we can’t allow hellhounds to get abortions without their owners giving us permission” the receptionist said, before picking her magazine back up and going back to flipping through the pages, as though Loona had never shown up in the first place.
“What the fuck?” Loona’s voice sounded way too calm for just how pissed she was after hearing that – maybe she was so angry that she just cycled all the way around or something. Either way, she let out a snarl as she reached over and dug her claws into the receptionist’s shirt, lifting the older woman up so that she was looking Loona in the eyes, which were now faintly glowing with barely contained rage.
“Blitzo isn’t my fucking owner, he’s my dad. So he doesn’t get to decide whether or not I have to go through with having these pups” Loona said coldly, her voice still in that weird “so angry it’s gone around to calm” tone, though now there was just a hint of a growl to it, showing that the rage was starting to break through again.
However, in spite of her currently being dangerously close to the teeth of an obvious pissed off hellhound, the receptionist did not seem to notice the danger she was in.
“I’m sorry, but our records have you registered as belonging to Mr. O, so there’s really nothing I can do. The hospital doesn’t want to get people asking for money to make up for what they could have gotten from the pups.”
Oh…fuck, that’s right. For as annoying as her adoptive father could be, the one thing Loona had to appreciate about Blitzo was that he always treated her like an actual person – even if she sometimes seemed to think she was about ten years younger than she actually was. But, she’d gotten so used to how Blitzo treated her that she had almost forgotten that for a lot of people in Hell, the hellhounds they adopted were basically just pets…and some weren’t even that.
She had also grown up knowing that some people literally sold hellhound pups as soon as they were born, if they seemed to be worth some money; otherwise they’d probably just be dumped in a kennel somewhere, like she had been when she was born.
Maybe it was being hit with this realization, maybe it was just the fact that she was so pissed that she’d come all this way for nothing, but Loona finally snapped and forcefully tossed the nurse across the small “office” causing her to slam hard enough into the wall behind her that there would probably be a decent-sized dent in the material (impressive, considering it seemed to be made of some kind of stone).
Whether or not someone called security after that, Loona had no idea, since she just stormed out of the hospital and started heading back to the Hellevators right after she’d done it.
She was about halfway there when the full weight of everything that had transpired in the past few minutes finally hit her.
What the fuck was she supposed to do now?
Technically, there were other hospitals she could go do – Sloth was the ring most known for medical care in Hell, but technically most of the rings had some kind of hospital or at least clinic that the denizens could go to – but she knew there’d either be the same issue of her not being “allowed” to get the abortion, or she’d be technically able to do it, but it’d cost so much that she’d probably be in debt to the damned hack of a doctor for the rest of her life. And outside of the hospitals, the only other ways to try and fix her goddamn stupid mistake were to either let herself get the shit kicked out of her (something that went fully against a lifetime of learning that if she wanted to survive, she needed to rip apart anyone who even tried to touch her if she didn’t want them to), or pretty much literally poison herself and hope it wouldn’t just end up killing her too; neither of which were even guaranteed to work, especially with how far along she already was.
She briefly considered just talking to Blitzo, since that would almost definitely solve the issue of why she couldn’t just get the abortion herself. However, not only was she still fuming over being flat out told that her father had more say in something that was going to impact her life more than she did, but if there was anyone she wanted to know she’d gotten knocked up less than her partners, it was Blitzo.
Loona hadn’t even told him that she was dating anyone, much less than she was dating Vortex and Bee. Considering how he’d literally accused Vortex of planning on giving her an STD the first time they’d even just talked, she knew from the moment the three of them started this whole relationship that she was going to try and keep Blitzo from knowing about it for as long as possible. The last thing she wanted to deal with was him bitching about how he didn’t trust her partners or whatever. And if he’d been overprotective upon just seeing Loona talk to Vortex, she knew he’d kill the male hellhound without asking a single question if he found out he’d gotten her pregnant.
So, talking to Blitzo about the whole thing was definitely not an option.
As she was thinking about all that, a small thought popped into her mind; one that had technically been there the whole time, but until this moment, was smothered by her determination to get rid of the pups she was currently carrying before her partners found out: she didn’t actually know how they’d feel about the news? She’d just kind of…assumed there was a good chance that they’d be angry and dump her over it, since they’d never talked about it…and her own history with a childhood defined by rejection just made her assume the worst.
But before she tried going through insane hoops to do something that might not even work to begin with…maybe she should find out for sure? If nothing else, if they did end up being pissed at her, she could at least see if Bee could loan her the money for it from one of the clinics that cared more about cash than “legality”; she’d rather be in some form of debt to her girlfriend than literal loan sharks that probably got their medical license from a knock-off cereal box.
“Okay…guess I’m doing this…” she muttered to herself as she started walking again.
Vortex was most likely working right now, so Loona decided to talk to Bee first. Neither discussion would have been fun, she knew, but at least with Beelzebub, it’d just be the two of them (for as much as the Ring Lord loved parties, she usually didn’t start any until the afternoon), whereas trying to talk to Vortex would likely involve an audience – including Verosika Mayday, and the young hellhound really did not want to have this conversation in front of the pop star she’d been a fan of for years.
Fortunately, the transfer from Sloth to Gluttony didn’t take anywhere near as long as the first trip, and it only took an hour of walking (she could have gotten a taxi, but she told herself she wanted to save the money – it wasn’t that she was still afraid of how Bee would react, and she was trying to put it off for even a few moments longer) to reach the hive-like palace that the Queen Bee of Gluttony called home.
Loona hesitated and took a deep breath before reaching for the door handle and opening the door; she had knocked for a while, before Bee had made it very clear that if anyone was absolutely welcome to just barge in without warning, it was either of her partners.
She had barely stepped into the main entrance when the tell-tale buzzing filled her ears, only seconds before she felt all four of Bee’s arms wrap tight around her body.
“Girl, where have you been? Me and Tex missed you,” Bee told her girlfriend, the tone playful despite the slightly accusatory words. As she spoke, she nuzzled her cheek against Loona’s, acting like it’d been months since they’d last seen each other, rather than the few days the hellhound had spent avoiding either of her partners between noticing her symptoms and finally deciding to take the test to confirm her fears.
“Yeah…sorry…I’ve just…It’s been…Stuff’s been happening, you know?” Loona responded, unsure of what to actually say. She felt her tail starting to wrap around her, almost subconsciously, a habit from when she was just a pup and still tried to hide from anything that put her on edge rather than lash out at it.
Whether it was because she noticed this, or simply due to her natural ability to read people’s emotions, Bee pulled away from the embrace to look Loona in the eye, her own face showing concern.
“Everything okay?” she asked, lowering her voice slightly and carefully reaching over to gently stroke just behind her girlfriend’s ear – a spot that over the year they’d been together, they’d both discovered could help her relax if touched in just the right way.
For a second, Loona wanted to lie – just saying she was fine and leave it at that; Bee probably wouldn’t believe her, but maybe she would and it’d be easier than actually talking about what happened.
But she steeled herself for whatever was going to happen next as she admitted, “Not really…or, maybe? I…actually have no idea if it’s okay or if I just fucked everything up royally.”
“Okay, you’re actually starting to get me worried now,” Bee said, and Loona felt a twinge of guilt cut through her. “Just…tell me what’s going on, alright? There’s no way it can be that bad, and even if it is…Nothing a little cuddle session can’t fix, especially if I call up Verosika and tell her we need Tex for a bit.”
Loona felt her face heat up slightly at the suggestion – even after a year of being with Bee, part of her could still get a little flustered at some of the things that came out of the fox-demon’s mouth, seemingly without her even thinking about it. Though, to be fair, she wouldn’t turn down the offer to just spend a bit of time in bed with Bee and Tex…even if that’s what got her into this situation to begin with.
Well, better to just get it over with, Loona told herself as she tried to force herself to relax, just a little.
“…You remember a few weeks ago, when you guys came over to see me and I was…in heat?” she asked, carefully watching Bee to see if there was any hint to what she was thinking.
Bee suddenly smirked, a small chuckle escaping from her lips as she seemed to briefly flash back to that day. “Oh, I definitely remember that – it was fucking amazing…in more ways than one,” she said, still smiling at the memory even as she shook her head slightly at the small attempt at a joke.
The smile slowly faded from her face, however, as what Loona had actually said – and more importantly, what it meant – seemed to fully sink in.
“Oh, Sweet Pup,” Bee said softly. She once again pulled Loona into an embrace, this one much gentler than the one she’d greeted her with. “You got nothing to worry about, okay?”
Loona wasn’t sure if she really believed what Bee was saying (she still had to worry about how Vortex was going to react, not to mention dreading telling Blitzo depending on where this ended up going), but she couldn’t help but feel comforted by her girlfriend’s words; allowing herself to just relax as Bee held her, gently stroking her face and hair in an admittedly successful attempt to soothe the hellhound’s nerves.
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codgod · 8 months
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the code monster has the opportunity to do THE most fucked up thing
edit: STOP asking me how i feel. take a guess orz
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chronicmedisorder · 10 months
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how to people get online friends ???? i want online friends !!
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wardingshout · 3 months
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Zelda goes mushroom girl
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tubbytarchia · 25 days
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Missed drawing these two too
Bonuses
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egophiliac · 2 months
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i feel like idia might have a rotom
ooh and if I may expand on this: Idia HAD a Rotom, and then he built himself a brother around it. Rotom (Ortho form).
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I'm counting Rotom as Ortho's pokemon, so I'm also giving Idia a Porygon-Z (shiny, because ~color coordinating~) and a very lonely Minun.
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sonic-adventure-3 · 1 year
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the answer is a resounding yes from all parties (except tails, who doesn’t really appreciate being stolen from)
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sleepis4theweak · 10 months
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Inspired by my one of my little cousins (who is the youngest of three) who has this LOOK that she does that IS SO INFURIATING but also like really works. I think all youngest children have it lmao-
Anyways, Next part
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sunnibits · 6 months
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decided to join in on @quezify’s eggtober again this year as a little art warmup and I actually ended up really enjoying it!! it’s obviously way outside of my usual comfort zone so I’m very happy that I was able to create an end result that I’m proud of :)
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turtleblogatlast · 8 days
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That middle child feel when you’re the one who successfully gets you and your siblings out of trouble only to immediately get jumped by them afterwards
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gallusrostromegalus · 3 months
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*ghost sound*
Bestie you're welcome to haunt me but I live in a house with six or more animals, four people with ADHD and/or echolalia-heavy autism, and an HVAC system that dreams of being a symphonic orchestra, so you're gonna have to make more than just the one ghost noise to get any attention.
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wouldntbehim · 4 months
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mix: firstprince (taylor's version)
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spacedace · 1 year
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Damian doesn't know who Santa Claus is and Danny tries to gaslight him into believing in Santa
Okay but, like, wouldn't even be gaslighting! Santa canonically does exist in the DC universe, I think I remember reading something about him fighting through an army in hell to give Darkseid a single piece of coal once?
So like, Danny doesn't have to gaslight Damian into believing Santa's real, he just has to pull out the proof (Danny has a binder of everything he knows about the Spirit of Christmas for the purpose of when he eventually goes to war with him, Danny hates Christmas so fucking much haha) and show him evidence that Santa is real.
Probably ranting the entire time about how much he hates the guy & Christmas and it's obvious that this is Danny's arch nemesis. His one true villain above all others. Pariah Dark? A nuisance. Dark Dan? Just a tuesday. Santa? That motherfucker is the bane of Danny's existence and he will pay for what he's done (spread Christmas cheer).
And Danny's the newest member to the family. Damian's been encouraged to get to know his new brother and try and bond with him a bit, make him feel like part of the family. So, obviously, the best way to do that is to help Danny in his quest for vengeance.
And of course Tim & Jason end of getting roped in on this. Damian's grown since he's first came to live with his father. He still is a little brat to his older brothers - he's the baby of the family it's his right - but he doesn't actively hate them anymore and can admit when their particular skills would be useful. Tim is the best at strategizing, and Jason is a combat master with access to all sorts of weapons. With all of them working together Santa has no chance, they will destroy him.
Which all just makes me think of something like this happening lol:
“What…uh, what are they doing?” Duke glanced between the chaos unfolding in the family room to where Dick was calmly seated in his favorite chair, sipping idly at a cup of coffee.
“Sibling bonding.” Dick said. There was that specific aura of calm around him that said that he’d already gone through several crisis and all the stages of grief at least twice. Considering the calamity and chaos the eldest batkid had seen over the years - and especially the last few months since Bruce officially adopted Danny and brought him into the fold - it was a bad sign that he’d reached this particular state of Done (TM) before noon. The earliest Dick even woke up was two in the afternoon.
Duke contemplated turning around right then and there - the particular combination of people all excitedly feeding off each other’s feral energy on the other side of the room was a catastrophe in the making he didn’t want to be anywhere near when it finally breached containment and spilled out into the wider world - but unfortunately he was cursed with the curiosity that afflicted all members of the bat clan.
“It looks like they’re plotting to try and kill Santa Claus.”
Dick turned to look at Duke fully for the first time since he’d entered the room. He had the eyes of one that was deeply haunted by the horrors they had witnessed. On the other side of the room Tim was ranting about anti-magic tech while Danny, Damian and Jason argued over what weapons would be most effective against a demi god. There were schematics of what looked worryingly like a rocket launcher looking device that - if the scribbles on the whiteboard someone had drug into the room where to be believed - was going to be rigged to shoot ecto-grenades.
“Danny hates Christmas.” Dick said, and Duke noticed for the first time that his hands around the coffee cup were faintly trembling. “He’s declared Santa is his arch nemesis.”
Duke blinked, glancing over to the others long enough to see Danny start frantically scribbling the words Christmas Nuke on the whiteboard. No one else was trying to erase it. Tim looked worriedly contemplative. Damian and Jason where both nodding in agreement.
He was going to regret this. “But Santa isn’t real?”
Dick’s eyes gained a faintly manic glean, and Duke could faintly hear the sound of porcelain creaking warningly beneath the desperate hold he had on his coffee cup. “That’s what I thought!” Dick said, with enough cheer to make Duke flinch back instinctively. “But apparently he is.” A distinct crack appeared in the cup, coffee dripping down into Dick’s lap. “And apparently they’re going to war with him!”
Well, Duke considered, at least that explained why he caught the four of them burning down the giant Christmas tree in the city center last night.
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salamispots · 4 months
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gonna sacrifice this mola in the name of science and by science I mean try to do the binding 'die cut' instead of the whole thing being a square mfhgjf
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