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dcxdpdabbles · 6 months

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Finders Keepers

"Do not forget that the new groundskeeper is scheduled to arrive today at noon. I expect everyone to be courteous and to clean up their nighttime rubbish before his arrival," Alfred reminds them as they struggle to sit through breakfast.

Last night's patrol was brutal, and everyone was a bit bruised up and sore, not to mention that most only got an hour or so of sleep.

They collectively groan- except for Bruce and Damian, but neither count as full humans anyway, no matter what their DNA says otherwise.

Tim, in particular, is rubbing his hands down his face. "But Alfred, today's my only day off for the next six weeks!"

"I fail to see how your poor time management will change the outcome of doing your chores, Master Tim," The butler states. Tim cowards instantly at the sight of that arched brow on his grandfather's face and melts into his seat.

Pleased, Alfred taps his wristwatch. "You all have three hours. Better get to it."

They scatter. Bruce runs to his office to clean up all his paperwork, knowing some purchases were not Wayne Industries. Jason hits the multiple garages to ensure nothing bat-related is thrown in the toolboxes.

Dick is swinging by the handlers, taping his hands along the beams and pulling out hidden gadgets. Cass and Duke are walking on the roofs, double-checking the boobytraps.

Steph and Damian have offered to patrol the Batcave and the connecting tunnels to ensure the motion sensors are active.

Tim is told to walk along the property and make sure no surprise holes will appear. Bruce fell into the cave system when he was young, so the new groundskeeper might have the same fate. It's the more leisurely job since Bruce obsessively checks since it happened, but they all know Tim can barely keep his eyes open.

Tim doesn't mind because he must pat his bo staff on the ground, stomping his foot ever so often and scanning the environment with his wrist computer. He doesn't even bother to change out of his pajamas- an old pair of sweats and a baggy t-shirt Kon lent him when he once slept over and never returned. It's mostly just a walk, but it feels like an entirety to his sleep-deprived mind.

His eyelids are heavier than usual, every blink feels like a bag of sand, and he still has to check at least three-thirds of the Wayne Manor grounds.

He is wandering towards the east side of the property when he finds a very convenient bush shaped perfectly to block the sun and offer him a tiny nooch to snuggle into.

He glances back at the house and then at the time on his wrist computer. He has two hours and twenty minutes before the groundskeeper arrives.

"One short nap," Tim mutters, getting on his hands and knees to crawl into the bush. He twists to lie on his back, using his jacket as a pillow. His whole body fits inside, so Alfred will likely not catch him. The scrub is soft, and Tim relaxes into his protective shade. "I'll get up in a bit."

The wind blowing through the trees and the bushes around him lures him to sleep.

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"Hey"

A voice cuts through his dream of jumping over the city, chasing after his family but maskless. They weren't running around the roofs fighting a good fight; the Waynes in his dream were just spending time together. Laughing. Goodnaturely teasing.

It's wonderful.

It's everything he's ever wanted.

It's slowly disappearing as he is coming back to consciousness.

Tim groans, trying to roll over and return to the dream, but the voice speaks again. "Hey, man, you can't sleep here."

A hand clamps on his shoulder, giving him a gentle shake. Tim mutters, weakly swapping it away. "No. No. No."

"Come one, man, I can't have the big boss see you. It's my first day, and I don't want to get fired because I let some guy sleep in his yard." The voice continues, sounding pleasing and guilty.

Tim whimpers, rubbing his face against the cold hard ground. "No. No. No. Please, I just want to sleep. I'm not hurting anybody."

"Ancients....okay. Okay. Listen, I will let you sleep a little longer while I work. I'll finish mowing the yards and trim all the bushes. That should be at least five hours. I must move you if you're still here when I return."

Tim doesn't answer, too busy slipping back into his sleep as a hand gently runs through his hair. He snuggles into the warm palm with a sigh.

Someone gulps. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"

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Tim snaps his eyes open to see that everything is pitch dark. Oh crude!

How long has he been asleep? What time is it? Was Alfred going to kill him!? What was he thinking?

Of course, Alfred would kill him, and unlike Jason or Damiman, the elder would not fail. In fact, from what Tim could make out in the darkness, a man was standing over him wearing white gloves.

He found me! Tim thinks historically. I didn't even have time to run!

The white gloves move closer as if they were going to touch him. He leaps up with a scream, and a man falls over.

"Woah! Woah! Hey, it's okay, I'm not a cop!" The stranger- not Alfred- shouts. Tim pauses, then lets out a louder scream. The man rushes forward to slam his hands against Tim's mouth.

He glances frantically at the manor- it's too far away to see anyone since Tim chose to nap at the very edge of the vast land Bruce's ancestors purchased.- before hissing. "Could you keep it down? Look, I let you sleep long enough; you must move."

Tim blinks owlish at him. His mind is fuzzy- shit, was he hit with something last night? He couldn't remember.- but he thinks he knows him.

Dark Hair.

Blue Eyes.

Pretty facial features.

Oh, it's one of his brothers. Dick? Yeah, it's Dick. Has to be. Tim is sure. He can't think clearly now, but he knows his eldest brother. This guy has the same color eyes. It's him.

Does Dick know he is Tim's brother? Does he know who he is?

"Dick," He tells the man in jeans overalls, just in case he forgets his name. His brother frowns.

"I know. I hate to do it, okay? But you can't sleep here."

"I can't?"

"No, dude."

"Where can I sleep?"

Dick sighs. "I think there is a shelter that-"

"Take me home."

Dick pauses, taken aback. "What?"

Tim leans forward, resting his head on his brother's shoulder. "I'm tired. I want to go home."

"Where do you live? Is there someone I can contact for you?" Dick asks in high pitched voice, seemingly uncomfortable by Tim's closeness but too bad. Tim never gets enough hugs, so he must deal with it because he wants hugs now.

"No, I want to go home with you!" He whines, and the world starts to spin. Quickly closing his eyes against the nausea, Tim tries to hide further into Dick's shoulder. "Take me home with you."

Dick is quiet for a long moment before he slumps. Carefully, he reaches up to pet Tim's hair, and it's so comforting that he almost falls back to sleep. "I'm going to regret this, but something in my core tells me to do what you say. You wouldn't happen to know a Clockwork, would you?"

Tim shakes his head.

"Right. Okay, taking a homeless stranger I found in the Waynor Manor bushes. Seems on-brand to me. Let's go."

Tim follows.

Who was he following? He doesn't remember, but when he climbs into a van with the words "Phantom Groundskeeping," he doesn't feel worried.

In fact, once he's buckled in, head leaning against the window and pulling his legs up to his chest, he feels oddly protected. The driver of the van is also beautiful.

Like wow. Talk about a work of art.

"I love you," He tells the man, who laughs, flickering blue sad eyes at him.

"Thanks. Take a nap. I think you should sleep off whatever your on and then I can get you some help."

"Do you love me too?"

"....sure. Go to sleep now."

"Will I die?"

"What?"

Tim can feel the word fading away, which is terrible; he knows it is but can't remember why. He just knows that when it disappears, he'll never wake up again. He tells the stranger as such, voice just barely above a whisper.

Glowing green eyes snap to him in alarm, and a small breath of blue leaves the stranger's mouth. Tim thinks he's slowly gaining a hint of horror, but his body begs him to sleep.

Tim blinks once, then twice, as the stranger's mouth opens and closes before he snaps his eyes to the road. "What a time to go mad."

The diver's grip on his steering wheel tightens, but Tim can barely keep his eyes open, so he can't see the gorgeous stranger's face as he whispers. "No. I won't let you die. Just....just sleep, okay? I'll figure it out."

Tim does.

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"Crap!" Jason yells, running up the stairs from the Batcave. In his hand are the test results for the standard toxicity screening they all undergo whenever they fight someone who even remotely deals with drugs.

Everyone was too tired to look at them properly, which means they all missed that Tim's blood was covered in what looked like a blend of Poison Ivy's love pollen and some kind of sleep-inducing strain.

Tim is out there, somewhere tripping balls or cuddling up to a stranger or unconscious, slowly slipping into a coma. They all thought he bailed on his work and deserved a day off so no one bothered to go after him.

Now Tim could be dead.

He rounds the large hall, his stomping footsteps barely covering the sounds of Alfred's smooth voice.

"It seems the groundskeeper is asking for a week off already. He just got married and-"

"Crap! Crap! Crap! Bruce!" He shouts, slamming the door of his dad's office open. His grandfather and father both turn sharply to him, and neither misses the paper that Jason throws. Their eyes widen in horror when they read what's on the report. "We need to find Tim!"

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Jazz wakes to find a half-dressed stranger curled around Danny, a ghost contract with drying blood on the ground, and a hastily made banner that reads "Happy Elopement!" thrown on the wall.

The living room looks like a confetti bomb went off in it. Did she miss a party being hosted in her own house? While sleeping in the room next door?

Johnny- her ex and surprisingly good friend after he stop bothering her brother- is sitting cross-legged, eyes glued on the TV.

"What. The. Fuck." Jazz asks, walking over to pour herself a cup of coffee.

"Morning," Johnny replies without so much as turning around. Since Jazz helped plan his and Kitty's wedding, the ghost becomes a brother to the Fentons. "Danny eloped."

"I figured as much by the banner." She mutters, walking over to the couch his brother and her new brother-in-law occupy. She stares at the stranger. He looked....familiar?

"Yeah, don't know all the details, but I guess his hubby was dying, so Danny pulled a Ghost King contract out of his ass and saved him by passing on his healing factor after they were hitched," Johnny says. Jazz takes a sip of her coffee. "I think he thinks he can divorce him or something. But till death due us part doesn't apply to Halfas. They're married forever, even in life or death."

"Shit." Jazz sighs. "Danny got himself into another situation. And he was doing so well recently, too. Became a groundskeeper for the Waynes and everything."

"Waynes pay well?"

"Danny could have paid off my student loans in four paychecks."

"Damn." Johnny whistles. Just then, Kitty floats through the wall wearing a red bathing robe. Jazz will never get used to the fact ghosts could look so human in the morning, with their messy hair and dazed expression. "Morning, babe."

"Morning," Kitty mumbles, leaning down to kiss Johnny. She glances at Danny and smiles. "They're so cute. I'm so happy Danny found his Core Mate."

"Core Mate?" Jazz asks.

"Like a soulmate but more dead," Kitty explains. "They are scarce to find, but once your core finds what it wants, it's fated. That's probably why Danny married so quickly, even if it was to save a life he normally wouldn't have."

Jazz looks back at the boy wrapped around in Danny's arms. Her brother is holding him like he's the most precious thing in either world, even in his sleep, and she knows that no matter what she or anyone says, he's not going to give up- wait a minute.

The stranger moves slightly in his sleep, snuggling up against Danny more, and his hair falls out of his face.

Shit.

"That's Tim Drake. Danny stole away Tim Drake." She deadpans. "Danny went over to cut Bruce Wayne's yard and returned with his son to elop with."

"In one afternoon? I'm impressed." Johnny laughs. "He really said all services included."

"Don't be gross, Johnny," Kitty scolds, but she's smiling. Jazz just shakes her head, reaching down for the contract. She may as well read what kind of dead-brain idea her baby brother got involved with this time.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Finders Keepers #dead tired #trigger warning: Druged #Tim get hit with Poison Ivy's pollen #Different Povs #Danny was just trying to do his job #Tim was just trying to nap #Now they married #Danny did in fact think he could marry him pass along his powers though the marriage then divorcé him #Kitty and Johnny are the friends always staying over and munching off your coffee

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electoons · 2 months

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I love the college of winterhold. everyone there is casually deranged and there's like an alarming number of students and staff who threaten you immediately when they meet you. it's always one of the first questlines I do. which makes it even funnier when you get made the arch-mage of the college. I'm level 12 and got through this questline knowing exactly 3 spells. what do you mean you want me to lead the college. this school CANNOT be an accredited institution

#i ask if anyone wants this job and everyone starts whistling and checking their phones #their magic phones. theyre scrolls #mia.txt #tes #skyrim #oh no wait i forgot j'zargo wants the position & actively tries to kill you (these are separate events but still probably not unrelated)#and nirya as well. you know what maybe its a good thing im the archmage because im never there #i drop in every few weeks for 10 minutes then leave. the place pretty much runs itself right #reddit says “they have a bullying problem” yeah i know i married him #and he's the new archmage's special little princess and he can do whatever he wants forever. call the police about it #dont bring your piddly ass problems to the archmage shes busy girlbossing (committing widescale atrocities)

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yugiohz · 4 months

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hanamaki's easily in my hq top 5 characters solely because in a post-timeskip world where everyone seems to have figured out their life at the ripe age of 24, hanamaki is brave enough to be UNEMPLOYED

#legendddddddddd #i love hq i love the timeskip but WHY does everyone have a degree and a JOB and they LOVE their job hhelloooooooooooo #with people like kuroo it was a given but why the hell is tanaka married and has his own store... he is 23.... he should be at the club

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mitchyhawk · 18 days

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when you try to act hot and mysterious but then any song from hamilton comes on & now you’re reciting the whole musical. so, now you’re just hot & a lil odd

#IM A GIRL IN A WORLD IN WHICH MY ONLY JOB IS TO MARRY RICH #MY FATHER HAS NO SONS SO IM THE ONE WHO HAS TO SOCIAL CLIMB FOR ONE #nooo plsss i promise i’m mysteriousss #….#im a trust fund baby u can trust me 😏#hamilton musical #hamilton #broadway #real tbh #i’m literally just a girl

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garbagequeer · 9 months

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i love the fact that jughead made sure to give all his friends these awesome lives where they were very happy and successful (except for fangs rip your gold record will forever hang on the walls of riverdale high) but he took away any aspect of breaking out from their assigned roles as they had been doing in season 7 then made it so in the end after lives apart and marriages and children and living as artists and activists etc they all still just wanted to be back in 1955 which is also the only time they had hopes of breaking out of their roles. and now they will be on the edge of nonconformity forever neither freeing themselves of what they’re supposed to be nor fully falling in line. foolproof state of possibilities that will never come to be yet never seem unreachable so the story can go on forever and never truly be challenged. narrator jughead you are so sick and twisted

#also like riverdale/them together as this magical place where they could make anything happen (they were gay polyamorous in the 50s)#and the outside world as literally a normal place (archie marries a girl and gets a day job and #never is a great poet. and the town he lives in. is literally. called. modesto.#that's hysterical to me #riverdale #thing

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skulls-soul · 1 year

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I have seen princess peach being really supportive about the bowuigi relationship or princess peach being really against the relationship

I’ve seen Princess peach, be heartbroken and field, betrayed by Bowser and Luigi getting into a relationship and I’ve seen Princess peach be severely relieved

Do you know what I haven’t seen Princess peach being as worried as Mario like she loves Luigi and wants him to be happy but she’s not sure if Bowser is the one who can give him that happiness

Just imagine her and Mario sitting on the couch in the brothers cottage waiting for weegee to come home from his date. she’s in overalls just in case if he doesn’t come home so that way both her and Mario can very quickly go and rescue Luigi

When Luigi finally does come back both her and Mario tackle him, asking him a bunch of questions while simultaneously checking if he’s ok

They love lu and will fight anyone who dares to hurt him emotionally or physically that person will have a funeral

#luigi #luigi nintendo #bowuigi #bowser #bowigi #bowser x luigi #bowser and luigi #luigi x bowser #bowser nintendo #king koopa #super mario #princess peach and mario #mario nintendo #Mario #peach and mario #princess peach #princess peach nintendo #she takes her sister in law job very seriously #Even if Mario and her aren’t married yet

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cthulhusstepmom · 6 months

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"Gid we need to talk."

Well fuck.

It's far too early for a Kremy talk.

"You already spell the door shut?"

"You know I did."

With a long-suffering grumble Gideon settles further into the chair, body sore and muscles relaxed in that perfect, intoxicating, pleasure-drenched way that inevitably chases a night of questionable decisions. The mug of strong black coffee on the table in front of him steams, almost too hot even for him.

He can feel a pair of piercing yellow eyes trailing over his neck and shoulders, can feel the quiet disapproval like a stinging rash.

"She got you good hmm?"

"If she didn't her friend certainly did." Gideon chuckles, suppresses the urge to adjust the undershirt he'd slipped on as Brittany and... Courtney? Christie? (Something with a C he's about 60% sure) Had taken their leave late last night(probably early this morning but fuck if he's gonna be worried about the time). Every rouged bite and bruise flames under the fabric in a way that feels far too much like shame.

The barely there feeling of cool fingertips on his shoulder burns like a cold brand, superseding any temporary claim laid underneath in an instant.

"Any coffee left in the pot?" It's not a question, not really; even if Gideon is loathe to move away from that grounding touch he knows this is his part in the song and dance(and dancing always had been more his thing). Falling into the practiced motion he heaves himself up onto his feet to retrieve Kremy's cup from the small cupboard in the wagon, hands whipping together (the equivalent of) an americano with a splash of cream and no sugar.

In the time it takes for the cup to come together Kremy has removed his suit jacket, folded it carefully and set it on top of the rumpled covers of Gideon's cot, before placing his hat atop it and settling into the chair facing the door. Gid gingerly sets the cup on its saucer before placing it in front of Kremy and falling back into his own chair with a grunt. The other man makes a pleased sound as he takes a sip and a pleasant flame of emotion licks at the back of Gideon's brain.

"New technique?" A pair of clever yellow eyes peer over the rim of the cup.

"Working out a few bugs."

"Mmm."

Silence falls in the cozy interior and Gideon can almost pretend those lovely aches and marks didn't come from Brianna or Carrie at all, can indulge in the effortless, lasting clarity he only finds in moments like these.

"What's that bring the total to this week?"

"What total?" Playing dumb with Kremy is playing a loser's hand and he knows it. All he gets for his trouble is the unimpressed arch of a single brow. "Well I guess it depends if you're asking about encounters or headcount." He tries with a lascivious chuckle.

"Every night this week Gid! Every single night you've been tied up with some hussy or another and every day you've been waiting to do it again! You almost set the big top on fire yesterday you were so goddamn distracted!" Heat floods the tips of his ears at the memory. "I want an explanation Gid and I want one now. What the hell is going on with you?"

Now would be the time to say it, to come clean. To just tell Kremy, his boss, his friend, about the click clacking of train wheels over tracks that haunts his brain. How sometimes he can't hear his own thoughts under the bellowing whistle of a long gone steam engine. How his skin doesn't feel like it belongs to him, his body a machine for someone else's use. How good it fucking feels to find parts of himself in the core of somebody else, working for his own pleasure and dragging them along with him right up to the brink. How those primal sounds of skin on skin solidify that he's not just another cog in an infernal machine, forever toiling until he's sucked dry and spit out. How even then it's not always enough, that it's these quiet moments, devising more and more intricate ways to get the perfect cup of coffee that he doesn't even enjoy, sitting at his little table so close their legs have to touch, riding at the head of the caravan directing the horses while Kremy ticks boxes and traces routes on maps at his side, these small quiet moments that quiet his brain more than a month of one night stands and empty touches ever could.

"You know I'm fine with your proclivities, Gods knows you've earned it." A small part of his brain purrs. "But something's obviously bothering you and that's not something I can stand." And just like that he's pierced on a golden stake, feeling those eyes slice him into delicate layers and pick through them at their own leisure.

But Kremy doesn't rush him, never has, just sits serenely and allows him to fiddle with his words, fine tuning his meaning to the best of his abilities.

Now would be the time to say it.

"Remember when you offered me my own wagon?"

A look of mild surprise crosses a reptilian face. "Vaguely."

Gideon nods, letting the word hang on the air, intermingling with the smell of over engineered coffee.

Finally:

" Would you be open to rooming together again?"

The frown that crosses Kremy's features pierces between all the whirring mechanical bits of himself and straight into the fragile meat of his beating heart.

"Well Gid it's good of you to offer but you know I don't swing that way. You're more than welcome to keep the ladies to yourself, can have my share too while you're at it."

It takes a minute to grasp what Kremy's insinuating.

"No man! Not like that, I wouldn't do that to you, not rooming together at least. I'd just invite you here..."He pauses, grasping for the right words. "When it gets quiet... when I'm alone... it can be too... loud... in my head, s' fucked up, down, and sideways..." He trails off, looking up and searching Kremy's gaze for answers, he always has the answers.

His friend nods in understanding.

"Think I can arrange that, we'll need to rearrange the furniture and we can always use another Chow wagon." he begins muttering, turning things over in his head, organizing his thoughts like a hand of cards.

"You know I'm not too picky, I can sleep on the floor."

Kremy waves a hand absent mindedly. "There's plenty of room for two in the bed-" cutting himself off with a painful choking sound, Gideon can see a thread of panic strumming through Kremy's posture. "Of course that's a hell of a presumption, huddling for warmth is a whole different thing I shouldn't have said any-"

"So long as I get a little desk space to tinker and warm breakfast I'm satisfied." Gid shrugs. He misses sharing sleeping arrangements with Kremy, the wagons were a nice upgrade, more spacious and stable than tents and bedrolls, but they also took the few times he was able to hold close the smaller form of his partner. The privilege of feeling the cold-stiffness bleed out of his limbs and turn into languid sleep. Like cuddling the cold side of a pillow all night, a pillow that will occasionally rumble like a thunderstorm and vibrate his whole chest.

"I won't have any of your Jezebels in my bed, you want to let off that steam, fine, but not in our wagon."

Our.

"Seems reasonable enough." He smirks.

"You have yourself a deal Gid."

#kremy is absolutely a good coffee bitch #and gideon is an anything for my husband bastard #this was meant to be way more angsty but then i just felt that they've had enough trauma for a while #everyone notices that kremy(notoriously NOT a morning person) is much more pleasant in the mornings #(he's waking up all nice and warm so he doesnt need to wait for the sun to do the job)#coalecroux #kremy lecroux #gideon coal #once upon a witchlight #ouaw #legends of avantris #gideon and kremy at the front of the caravan bickering like a married couple

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hightowcr · 1 day

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Bezz for Sky Sport Italia

-“In the VR46 groupchat, when you talk about the new Ducati riders that are going strong, like Marc Marquez.. how is it (what do you guys think about it, how does it feel like)? The Devil wears Prada? Look at Marquez..? I just wanted to address this topic.

“Well, we talk about it much more in person than on our groupchat-

“But it doesn’t go unnoticed. (You do talk about him)

“No, we pay attention to everything. With Vale is difficult not to, he has always taught and still teaches us to pay attention to every detail, so we always try to understand everything around us. Marc is going very strong, and we watch him and try to learn from him.

“So he’s like a benchmark! (nice pun right there)

“He’s like a ‘tool’ that we can use… wait, it does sound bad, I mean he’s a rider, but he’s a rider that we can ‘use as a lesson’. We can look up to him, as if he was a teacher.”

#it isn’t in the video but he went on and said that he thinks even non-ducati riders look up to him bc he’s (then he started mumbling idk)#wdym they don’t talk about marc in groupchats do you think uccio told them to be aware of the hackers or some shit #bezz calling marc MARC #bezz calling marc a MAESTRO #INSANEEEEEEE #as soon as I saw this shit i started shaking and yelling #the interviewer was WILD #feel free to kinda help me in the comments with translation bc it’s 10am and i just watched marc fuck up the quali #THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA??????#new level of insanity unlocked! good job bezz #they also asked him how he is doing since pecco is getting married and luca is having a baby and he was like. i have a dog #he also doesn’t have a stylist and he thinks you can tell #my cringefail daughter #i feel like i’m going crazy #marco bezzecchi #marc marquez #marcmarc #motogp #marc <3

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ritethewrongs2 · 1 year

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Dc/Dp Uncle Danny Au

So if Clockwork adopts Danny and Clockwork is Kronos, does that mean Danny is Zeus’s baby brother? If so, then Danny would be Wonder Woman’s uncle.

Danny joins the League on some mission and a sleazy villain starts saying things about Diana and before she can punt the villain into the sun, Danny just goes full eldritch,

“D̶͙̈́͒͘o̸̝͙̙͛̋͘͜͝n̵̦̔̐͂’̸̼͊̃͋̆̔͗͂t̷̛͕̪̠̔̇̅̋̇ ̴̹͎͖̯̠͐̋̑͆̋̚ẗ̵̠̟̞̱͉͌͋̃̊́̾͝ͅa̶̡̔͛l̷̜̋́̃ḳ̴̻̰͉̝͖̜̱̈́̒̓́̐̂̏̓͠ ̵͔̿͗́́̈́͂͠a̷̫͙͚̿͒b̶͔̣̳̘̾̾̔̌̈̾ǫ̴̘̮̀̆̀̋̆̓̅́͝ủ̷̝͖͚͇͓̰̱͌̀͂̈́̉̽̏͆͜ţ̸̧̩̯̪̦̣͋͋͗͝ ̶͔́ḿ̷̲̎̌̈͠ÿ̶̨͇͓̲̘̻̰́̑̀͊́͝ ̷̡̘̠̞̖͚̀̐̿͛n̴̲̄i̷̢̨̡͎̪͚͓̟͑̆̕e̸̱̻̲͈̳̥̓̐̃̕̕c̵̡̯̹̹̬͈̲̤̔͒̔̃̿̍̈̕ë̷͙͙̝̻̩̝́̎̈́̏̅̏̔̆͜͝ ̴͓͖̻͎͍̳̝̙̥̀̋͝͝t̸̢̨̖̰̰̟͚̻̀̄̀̏̇̍̕ͅh̸̢̦͈͍͓̱͈͔͕̉͑͋̓̈́͘͘̚a̶̩̗͌̆͌̔̔̊̉́́t̵̡̩̰̗̭̋ ̷̠̱͉̝̰̪̓̆͋͌͆̑̆̚ẇ̸̼͖̟̰̗̻̜͔̿̓̌͘͝ą̸̱͍̪̲̜͋̓̋̓y̸͎͖̦̩̳̓̋̀̔̾̃,̸̹̜̣̮̗̺̖̈́́ͅ ̶̯̼̈̍̇̐̽͛̕y̸̤͉̕o̷̠̼̖͚̯͖͙̔̈́̄̐͜ǔ̸͔̦͌̎̈́͜ ̶̩̝̼̘̳̣̗̤̫͆̑͐̓p̷̰̳̣̒̿̊̈̅̚͝ę̶̡͇̼̭͖͓̜̈͗͜͝r̷͇̳̤͎̝̥͕͍͐̓̅̓̈͠v̷͇̝͎̈́ë̸̖̲̖̲̈́̃̄̄͆r̷̡̠̣̙͠t̴͙̹̿!”

and sends the villain to the shadow realm.

Diana: Did you say niece?

Danny: Kronos adopted me. Oh, Pandora also says hi!

Diana:

Rest of the League:

Bruce: *Sadly tears up half filled out adoption papers*

Or maybe Clockwork and Bruce co-parent him and Diana has fun calling Bruce grandpa Idk

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Zalgo text says, “Don’t talk about my niece that way you pervert.”

#dc x dp #dp x dc #family reunions would be so weird #Hades would be mad at first that Phantom stole his job #but they would bond over their dogs and plant wifes if Sam is the ship #Bruce was not prepared for a rumor to get out that he married Kronos #Hestia shows up to welcome Bruce to the family and is now Alfred's best friend #Zeus is not happy #But the other olympians go along with it to piss him off #Hera gets a new therapist in Harley while Demeter gardens with Ivy

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