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kittynomore · 6 months
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its open @elliwoods season in the server today :D @thegunnsara sara gave me the weapon to end ell >:D
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 months
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I want you whipped into shape!
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artemismoorea03 · 5 months
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DP x DC: The Ghostly Army
The fact that Ghosts can be brainwashed and hypnotized gets out and ends up in the wrong hands. Specifically the hands of Lex Luthor. When he finds this out he's ecstatic. He's been half paying attention to Ghosts since he started getting reports from the Ghost Investigation Ward after he passed their Anti-Ecto Laws, it was part of the law that had been brought to him.
For as long as the law existed he would get as much of the information as those who funded the G.I.W.. It hadn't been something he'd actively cared about until he learned just how powerful one of the ghosts - Phantom - was. Strong enough to take down Superman if he was on the right team, which he wasn't and the G.I.W. wanted him destroyed so it was complicated.
However, after enough 'negotiating' and keeping the situation in Amity Park under the radar and blocking out all calls in and out of the small city to avoid the Justice League from paying them any attention, he was able to convince the G.I.W. to help him out. Bring him Phantom and any other particularly powerful ghost like Phantom and he would allow them to do whatever they wanted with Amity Park.
Now he has not one but three exceedingly powerful Ghosts under his control.
Wisp: A tiny ghost who appeared about 12 with white hair and green eyes.
Wraith: A much larger ghost around 15 who could be Phantom's twin but with red eyes.
and Phantom: A 15 year old child who was apparently more powerful than Wisp and Wraith combined.
They were all under his control, and impossible force that he used to take down not only Superman but any member of the Justice League who dared stand in his way. With Wisp's small size and speed, Wraith's rage and strength, and Phantom's power and experience there would be no stopping them!
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Meanwhile, in Gotham City there is a very pissed off Vampire and two people in jumpsuits running around looking for their three missing children and anybody who will listen to them. Which, Batman was already planning on doing before the Vampire decided to all but kidnap Nightwing as collateral in case they 'didn't have his full attention'.
Whoever these three pissed off parents were, their kids were important to them and soon they would become important to the entire Justice League... maybe even the world.
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thimbell · 1 year
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@intotheelliwoods here's your snacks as promised
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kingkatsuki · 7 months
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Watching true crime with Bakugou and he guesses who the killer is within the first ten minutes of the show — and he’s always right.
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numbuh424 · 4 months
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light's face when near totally ignores him, openly accuses him of making the shinigami lie on his behalf, and then addresses the task force in the room with light saying that if they have any doubts about the Second L to give him a call later. ALL WHILE LIGHT'S THE ONE ON THE MIC. oh, they're killing me.
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coolwizard78 · 3 months
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so brainrotted for @mocksart’s borrower au.. check out their lovely art and fic!!
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keymintt · 20 days
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blood & honey
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thepunkmuppet · 9 months
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yeah I relate to these characters no reason no reason
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superfruitland · 10 months
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i don't know how to draw hugs but i tried okay, you get the sketchies thing on planet lee
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let's be real heart would fall asleep right there
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moonshynecybin · 2 months
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rosquez same age au….. imagine those two having grown up competing together in all the categories. two prodigies born literally one day apart……. would they murder each other before reaching motogp? how many on track crimes are committed? soooo much fun to ponder and think about imo
at all times during the rest of this post should you realize that marc was like a full FOOT shorter than vale for most of their teen years. please.
the thing is if they’re in the same age group, then they are competing against each other from a pretty young age! which. as we all know. activates vale’s fuck you get mine gene (no hero worship here either for marc ! like they’re both initially charmed i’m sure but they don’t have the cultural context of vale’s icon status to color their dynamic.) so i actually think it’s a weird PEDRENZOOOOO parallel thats at play here where they’re locked in a rivalry for yearsssss and it makes SPLASHYYYY headlines for a long time before they get to the big leagues… it’s the main story of the junior classes…
and because this is rosquez, that rivalry is one side resentment both sides horny, and (because it is rosquez.) they are having teenage situationship drama. this thing is they’re actually TEENAGERS this time so it gets messy FAST. like the emotions are BIG the racing is SLOPPY (marc hasn’t learned even a leedle bit of restraint) and also. they are each other’s first EVERYTHINGGGG. first kiss first redacted first also redacted first heartbreak first guy who can regularly beat the other on track. first person who challenges them. like they’re going crazy they’re playing mind games they are sneaking off with a bottle of wine the night before fp1 and getting handsy…. like they’re on a roof DRUNK looking at the stars and marc says i was born the day you and they start mythologizing themselves in that way teens do and end up both implying that they literally believe they are each other’s soulmates (never outright stating it). AND THEN they don’t speak for three fucking months because marc overtakes vale in a slightly illegal manner at the race that weekend. teen love. also vale is also so much taller than marc in these years it’s so funny.
and i also think. in the positive sense this would actually fix a lot of their issues… it would make them way more comfortable around each other !! especially after a while. like knowing someone for that long let’s in small vulnerabilities and embarrassments and comfort. and in lots of ways i think it would alleviate some of marc’s child prodigy loneliness AND divert a little of the intense media attention vale got… the only person around them who is their age is each other. the only person who thinks about racing like they do is each other. marc helps vale dye his hair and vale visits marc in the hospital when he gets diplopia and says to him. you have to get better. i don’t know how to do this without you here.
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gallonsoblood · 9 months
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She is constantly on my brain help
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Re-did that @eddsworld-the-masquerade ell doodle i posted yesterday (?)
Im very proud of this actually help !/?:?:!:!!:!33’e
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seizethebees · 11 months
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just realized the connection between "gotta leave warner his pride" and elle being the one to propose to emmett
like elle's worried about hurting warner's pride by just... wearing a dress and expecting to be proposed to, but then she publicly proposes to emmett, an act that would likely be infinitely more embarrassing and emasculating to warner and the people whose opinions he cares about
but elle never expresses concern for emmett's pride, which i think just shows how much more assured emmett is in himself and his masculinity and also how their relationship is rooted in mutual respect and a balanced power dynamic
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frankiebirds · 27 days
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so. i love this line.
but i want to talk about her expressions after gideon asks if she's alright:
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i dont know. throughout the first season, elle expresses the strongest negative feelings towards sex offenders (reasonable!) and sure, she came from a unit dealing specifically with that and that's her specialty (remember when all the characters had specific skill sets and specialties?) but especially this reaction here seems very personal. and this is pre-randall garner, so she doesn't yet have that connection to being attacked in her own home.
also. the team knows sexual offense crimes are elle's specialty. they know that's where she came from. but her response to gideon when he asks if she's okay after she goes off on scott isn't "i've seen a lot of this and it gets me riled up" it's to get defensive and evasive. if it was anger born of something the team is aware of, why hide it? her response to gideon and her expression afterwards very much read to me as someone hiding something.
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elles-home · 27 days
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love luffy day because im treating it like its the bday of one of my kpop boys and retweeting every single luffy art post on twitter and then i come to tumblr and see the same artists post the same art here and i reblog it as well! yes luffy day! happy birthday king you will get everything you ever want! if something bad happens to you i will go to war for you! you dont need me but i have needed you and your existence brings me so much genuine joy in my heart! your smile makes me laugh, your tears make my heart wrench! you are so good in ways i do not have the capacity to put into words and your journey is something i have kept in my heart with for over fifteen years now. sorry i became distant for a small (four year) window but i never gave up on you. i always knew i would come back to you and i did! and i could not fight it, even when i wanted to, but when life was overwhelming and the world was awful i could look at you and your adventures! you are a symbol of hope and you inspire people to be good and fight for what's right. i love you luffy, happy birthday my little king <3
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spacedace · 1 year
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Here have some fluffy Jon/Damian/Elle (Super Serious Chaos? Super Serious Chaos) where Jon & Elle bully exhausted pre-vet college student Damian into taking a nap with the cruel application of cuddles on the couch:
Jon’s hand was wide and warm against his back as the Kryptonian absently swiped it along Damian’s spine. Meanwhile Elle was intent on gently dragging her nails along Damian’s scalp, fingers soft through his hair. Between the two of them, the soft couch they’d bullied him into getting when they moved into the apartment and the slant of sunlight they were currently all laying in, Damian didn’t have a chance.
He was supposed to be studying. He had an exam next week for his zoology course and it didn’t matter if he knew the information front to back, he was going to get a perfect grade. But then Jon had splayed out on their plush and over-sized couch with some documentary about scientists attempting to grow seeds discovered preserved in permafrost. And Elle had been pestering him about shrimp posture at his desk - he had perfect posture, thank you he was just making sure to get close enough to his study material, his back hurt because he had patrol last night, nothing else - so he’d allowed her to herd him over to study in the living room instead.
And it was a law of the universe that a Kryptonian wearing soft fleece Robin-themed pajamas basking in the sun was always going to be the most comfortable place for a Bat to perch. So he’d sat down beside his boyfriend - no he had not flopped, he’d simply allowed gravity to do the work for him, it was energy conservation, it was practical - and prepared to study as Elle took her own spot curled up sideways in Jon’s lap with her legs tossed over Damian’s. Sun-sleepy Kryptonian’s were an ideal landing place for ghosts with fire cores as well, obviously.
Somewhere along the line his significant others had conspired against him.
It was the only explanation for how his notes ended up tossed on the coffee table haphazardly while he laid face down across the couch in a nest of pillows with his head in Elle’s lap and Jon’s arm curling over his back, eyes drooping as he lost the battle with sleep. Titus, the traitor, had hopped up to lay against his legs, a heavy warm weight drawing him further and further down. Elle had started humming a song somewhere along the time she’d begun playing with his hair, and Jon was giving those low - near imperceptible - rumbling purrs he gave off when content as he traced patterns along Damian’s back.
This was pay back for staying out until five last night on patrol even though he had a class at seven-thirty. He’d told them he would be fine, he’d done far worse on far less sleep. Timothy routinely juggled a dozen or so projects at a time with just an hour or so of sleep ever few days and Damian was far more competent than him. That argument - for all his grumbled weak protests in the face of Jon and Elle’s unimpressed and worried expressions could be called an argument - had apparently not swayed them though. He was fairly certain Jon had texted the family group chat - Damian’s phone had been confiscated upon stumbling returning home from Gotham U on the grounds that he would end up running off to try and join in on one of the cases one of his siblings mentioned if he was allowed to keep it, again - to ban him from patrols for the rest of the week.
He’d have to get his revenge somehow. He couldn’t just let them run roughshod all over his life like that.
Maybe he could make some sù yā for dinner. Elle had picked up fresh bamboo shoots along with some other stuff on her last portal hop when she’d found herself in Guangzhou. And Jon’s grandparents had passed along some carrots and ginger from the farm that they needed to use.
Last time he’d made the dish Jon had almost cried and Elle had glowed so brightly it had looked like the sun had taken up residence in their dining room. The two had nearly set the apartment on fire fighting over the last piece. Their shrieks of despair when they realized Damian had eaten it while they were tussling had been more satisfying than every victory over every enemy he’d ever faced combined.
Yes. A fine vengeance indeed.
But…later. After he’d lulled them into a false sense of security. Let them think they had the upper hand and strike when they least expected it. It wasn’t that he was falling asleep. No. It was tactical. And had nothing at all to do with the surge of affection and warmth and security that came with having them so close, doting on him. He was tactically allowing himself to appear vulnerable. Nuzzling closer and tightening his hold on them where he’d wrapped his arms around the two was a ruse.
Jon squeezed back, tight enough to press the air out of Damian’s lungs and sooth away some of the latent anxiety over his upcoming test. Elle swiped a lock of hair that’d fallen into his eyes away, palm curling around his cheek and thumb softly stroking along his temple. On the TV scientists droned on about soil composition and growth rates of similar modern plants. Titus gave one of those low grumbling whines that meant he’d fallen asleep where he was curled up against Damian’s legs and was happily dreaming.
Damian allowed his eyes to close. Content to drift to sleep in the arms of the two menaces he loved most in the world.
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