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What better way to celebrate Valentine's Day than with Lady Gaga's Abracadabra and Shadowpeach!

There was sweat tears blood (hours without sleep and energizers) to finish it! hope you like it! HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY AND LONG LIVE LADY GAGAAAAAAAA!

i also have timelipse if you want to see it <3

☀️: “I kept drawing him everywhere I could because I was afraid to forget what he looked like.”

Damian is de-aged to a baby and lost in Gotham. A magic user hit him with some kind of spell. His legs don’t work as well and he has trouble walking. That’s when a man appears and squats down with a tilt of his head.

“Yea, you are definitely not supposed to be out here, little guy.”

Damian glares at the man, early twenties, stubble along his jaw, ragged clothes, and dark bags under his eyes.

The man turns his head to look at the brick wall.

“Are you sure?”

And now he was talking to a wall. Curses. Of course he would be found by a crazy person.

The man suddenly hangs his head with a deep sigh. He regains himself quickly and stands. Moving closer to put his hands under Damian arms to lift him to perch on his hip.

Damian squirms to get down but refuses to make a sound. The last time he opened his mouth like this it was a pathetic baby sound. He couldn’t let this man see him like this.

“Looks like you’re coming home with me, little guy. I can tell you’ve got some spirit in you. Good, you’ll need it.”

Not ominous at all.

Damian stays with the man, mostly because he couldn’t physically drive a car, but also because he was almost always with him. The man would talk to air at the most random times. Obviously a schizophrenic. But Damian had to admit this man, Danny he comes to find out through a neighbor baby talking at him, has been genuinely trying to take care of him and take care of him well. Well, to the best of his abilities anyway. 

He feeds him organic purées that don’t taste half bad, except the carrots, that one was unacceptable. Danny cleans him regularly despite his crappy apartment and makes sure he is dressed appropriately for the weather. He makes an effort to take him out to the park to play in the sandbox or just walk around discovering ‘new’ things.

Damian doesn’t need a parent, he outgrew the concept when he was five and technically he already had one, but he could tell Danny would make an excellent father. Some mistakes can be overlooked compared to the effort he was putting in.

The only concerning thing was the talking to thin air. It took Damian an embarrassing amount of time to figure out the reason Danny was visiting all these random people and the graveyard. (Sometimes he will set Damian down to ‘play’ in the grass at the cemetery. It was quite odd.)

He was talking to ghosts. It wasn’t thin air or imaginary friends, no it was actually dead people. The reason Damian actually believes this is for two reasons.

One, Danny shows true results. Damian observes closely whenever they visit a ‘client’ and Danny always has accurate information despite never looking up or researching anything going in.

Two, he never calls himself a medium or psychic. He doesn’t boast about his ability to see ghosts. He does what he does to help the ghosts move on to the other side. Closure is what Danny always says. Closure for the family and the victim. In Gotham, there are a lot of victims.

Damian adjusts to his new life with Danny. It’s been five months and he’s getting used to being small and vulnerable. He’s allowed to be messy and whiny and childish. Danny never scolds him like Mother did. The man has never hit him or raised his voice at him and never expects anything from him. He encourages his progression to speak and walk, but doesn’t expect the best out of him.

It’s… nice. A good break if anything.

They are at the park when one of the bats spot him and pauses. Danny is blowing bubbles into the air and Damian tries to pop as many as he can. It’s a silly game with no clear rules, but Damian finds it entertaining nonetheless.

“Hi there! Is he yours?”

Dick Grayson wears a bright smile, but Damian can see the tightness around his eyes.

“Huh? Oh, yea, this is Damian,” Danny answers.

He had written it with the wooden blocks Danny had given him one week in. Danny took one look at the name on the ground, laughed loudly and ran with it.

“Do you mind if I say hi? He’s so cute.”

Danny looks puzzled by the request but ends up shrugging his shoulders, not seeing a problem with letting a stranger get close to Damian. (Damian knew Danny’s intense eyes were watching Dick’s every move. He was very protective like that.)

“Sure.”

Dick squats down to search Damian’s green eyes. Damian stares back just as intensely.

“Hey there, Damian. My name is Dick.”

Damian gives him a flat look at Dick’s terrible introduction.

“Grayson.”

Although with his little baby teeth not fully in it sounds more like ‘way-shah’.

Relief flashes across Dick’s face and he gives Damian a reassuring smile. It’s not as reassuring at he thinks it is. It promises to bring him home and restore him to his original age. Damian doesn’t know if that’s what he wants anymore.

Dick stands and gives Danny some imaginary excuse to leave quickly. Damian watches him go and so does Danny.

“Funny guy, huh Dami?”

Damian doesn’t respond and Danny notices his change in mood.

“Come here, little guy.”

He knows what Danny is going to do and willingly goes. He is pulled up into the man’s lap and held between two surprisingly muscular arms. Danny’s hugs are nice and warm. They aren’t too tight like Dick’s nor are they stiff like Bruce’s. He never thought he could enjoy human contact, but Danny has been showing him things about himself he didn’t ever know. Turns out he does like hugs and playing airplane and when Danny runs his fingers through his hair when he’s really sleepy.

“Let’s go home a little early today, huh? I’ll make spaghetti and you can be as messy as you want,” Danny promises.

Damian hums. Yes, that sounds nice.

That night Batman comes in through the window. Damian is waiting.

“Damian,” Batman whispers.

“Bah-mun.”

The flat, unamused stare is what gives him away.

Batman lets out a breath silently and reaches into the crib Danny had gotten him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Batman jerks into action, twisting to face Danny who had appeared suddenly. The door behind him is still closed.

Batman stays quiet, silently studying the man before him dressed in pajama pants and a worn t-shirt.

Danny tilts his head as he does the same. Damian has never seen the man so serious. He silently worries for the man. He didn’t want him getting hurt to unnecessarily protecting him from his father.

“I’d have to break your arm if you tried to do what it looks like you’re doing.”

Danny says it so plainly. So simple.

Batman straightens.

“He isn’t yours.”

He doesn’t say Damian is his. He doesn’t claim him as his own. Just that Danny shouldn’t have him.

Damian silently agrees because technically he’s right. He doesn’t deserve Danny. He can’t keep playing house like he’s an actual baby. But Damian is also selfish and over the last few months has been taught that it’s okay to ask for things he wants even if it’s not inherently beneficial. The stuffed dog he sleeps with every night is proof of that.

So Damian says nothing.

“He is now,” Danny answers simply like there was no other answer to such a statement.

“He needs to go back to where he belongs.”

“Over my dead body,” is the immediate response.

They stare each other down until Danny scoffs.

“Don’t think I’m not petty enough to fight you, Batman. I’ll fight anyone who wants to take him from me. Damian is mine.”

When Batman tries to forcibly take him, he ends up with a concussion, a blood nose, and two broken arms. Red Robin finds him in a dumpster the next morning.

The story continues with Damian learning how to be a child his age, Danny protecting him and doting on his brilliant son, and the Batfam’s frequent failed attempts to kidnap Damian back to them.

Reminder Macaque turn to both MK and Wukong to mess with them

I want the two do the same to him. I'm petty, okay?

Sometimes I forget that this is a poor 14-year-old boy

DCx— what?

Y'all know them DCxDP posts on tiktok or other crossovers or some shit right? Well I want to do that too

But I'm sick and tired of seein all them everywhere I go cus- let's be honest, after a while, they get even the slightest bit boring, right? To me at least.

Anyway, point is, I'm writing DCxOC bullshit.

So, here it is

𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢. 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎.

𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 *𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢* 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑, 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝.

𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙿𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚘𝚘𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝙼𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚢: "𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍!"

𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎-𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗? 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎.. 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚛? 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜.

𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚞𝚙, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚏 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 - 𝚘𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 - 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊.. 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎?? 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚝??

?? (𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍): "𝚃𝚌𝚑. 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢!"

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗 (?? 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠) 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖

??(𝚁𝙷): "𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?"

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𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙷𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚘𝚙, 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚔𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢.

𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜.

𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍: "𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?"

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚔𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙤𝙝 𝙣𝙤 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙩.

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 (𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛): "𝚄𝚑, 𝚢𝚊-𝚜-𝚜𝚑. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐-𝚔 𝚒'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜."

𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎, what.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎- 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢.

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 (𝚃): 𝙰𝚎, 𝚢-𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚊?"

𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙷𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢'𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕. 𝙸𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝.

(𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝)

𝚁𝙷: "𝚞𝚑𝚑.. 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢?"

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 (𝚃): "𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?"

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚁𝙷: "𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝."

𝚂(𝚃): "𝙽𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎- 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?? 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢? 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝?? 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.

𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 1) 𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙶𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖, 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊, 2) 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 3) 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 4) 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜? 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛 (𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗) 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚜.

(got tired of writing in that stupid ass font)

Jason though at first thought it was lighting, how Trevor's face seemed almost fully in shadow, but as they entered his safe house, he nearly had a heart attack once he saw the man's face.

It was almost as if someone drew a line from the top of his one ear to the bottom of the other one and coloured the upper part of his face with musou black pain. What was even weirder was how he didn't have a mouth. Like- at all.

Trevor was confused for a moment as Redhood stared at him, then realised he didn't exactly look normal.

Trevor: "...I'm guessing this type of look isn't normal here?"

He asked sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck as his one (one eye. A while shape with a black- fully black dot inside it, acting as the pupil) squinted a bit.

RH: "......no."

T: "Kurwa."

The end

I'm tired of pretending to hate Canon X OC.

JASON AND HIS ELDRITCH HORROR BOYFRIEND!

The shape of a fish's caudal tail can tell you a lot about how fast the fish moves! A rounded tail is the slowest and a lunate tail is the fastest! The lunate tail has the most optimal ratio of high thrust and low draw, making it the fastest.

Ichthyology Notes 2/?

Sonic obliviousness is mostly harmless... Until mixed with Omega's blatant honestly

Me and my super talented friend @camilieroart had some fun reanimating a Lego Monkie Kid clip (season 5, episode 1) with different character designs! It was a fun exercise and I learned a lot 👍!

We both did a bit of everything but I mostly did the keyframes and @camilieroart did the in-betweens. Lip-synching was a team effort and it was hell ✨