Uhm… Pleased To Bleat You? 🐑

Danny is adopted by the batfamily the second he steps foot in Gotham and does a pretty good job of keeping his secret. Almost six months now!! I mean, he wasn't fully able to hide his secret. His family thinks he's a meta with a handful of powers. But he's got the halfa thing on lockdown

He just didn't take Constantine into account

Danny met the guy exactly once and knew he was clocked the second they made eye contact. The next thing he knew Bruce was gifted a book titled The Care and Maintenance of Rare Entities

With a very damning chapter in particular.

He was starting to understand why Constantine was hated in cryptid/paranormal circles. Unbearably smug man

Dinner that night was almost more awkward than his first night in the manor. But at least he has the reassurance he's supported 100% percent.

Bruce just doesn't completely understand how to approach the concept of a half-ghost son. He does, however, have a bisexual son. Is it like gay? What's the protocol here? Cake? Custom cake? With ghosts? Rainbow cake? With the inscription 'Congrats It's a Ghost' maybe? He makes sure to reassure Danny, that he'll be having a talk with Constantine about exactly how appropriate it was to out him. It should've been Danny's decision to tell them. After a long talk with Tim, Bruce was reasonably sure he knew how to handle this. He just wished he knew what kind of flag was meant for half-ghosts. Tim wasn't helpful on that front

He's a little confused but he's got the spirit.

Is it too early in his creation for me to start asking him stuff like hugs?

Emperor Eclipse, but Digital ✨ ( finally )

They’re a tall, fluffy, pretty, asshole.

interaction with Orange bonus

"Oh you had a plague? Come back to us when you had a World War, brand new unconventional weapons, and a new international order."

I lost everything... but I still hold on to hope ✨

My name is Mo'men, and I’m a young Palestinian who dreamed of a bright future after high school.

Instead of celebrating, I found myself running for my life, escaping bombs, destruction, and fear.😥

Our home was crushed into dust 🏚️. My brother lost his job. My school and my sister’s university turned into shelters for displaced families.

We fought for survival for six long months under bombs and siege, until we finally reached Egypt, carrying nothing but a few plastic bags... and a lot of broken dreams.💔

Today, we have no home, no income, no safe place to call our own.

My father is suffering with severe back pain and can’t work. Medical bills, daily expenses, even the hope of renting a small home—we simply can’t afford it anymore.🥺

But despite everything, I refuse to give up. I still dream of going to university, of rebuilding my life, of standing on my own feet and helping my family.

This is why I need your help.

Even a small donation—£10—could be the light we desperately need right now.🙏🏻🥺

It can help us rent a home, cover urgent medical expenses, and let me chase my dreams again.🙏🏻

Be one of the first to stand with us.

Be the reason hope lives on.

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Please donate or share our story:

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📣🚨Urgent Appeal🚨📣

I appeal to you with all the pain and suffering we have endured after 11 months of war in Gaza . Our homes have been destroyed, our dreams have vanished, and my family lives in constant fear. We are facing an endless nightmare, and I need your help to protect my family and restore hope to our hearts.

Our words may not end our suffering, but we hope our voices reach you. We kindly ask for your support and assistance during this crisis. Every little help you provide means a lot to us.

Help us to survive this fierce war.

Please donate and share.

My campaign link:

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Halloween prompts no. 25

Nightwing came across some supernatural entities walking down the dark streets of Bludhaven. Upon confronting them he found out they were sloshed beyond belief and in a great mood. After chatting with them, they revealed they had just come from a party full of other supernatural beings and told him he should go too.

After getting the location from them he went on his way to investigate. If this party was harmful then he'd shut it down, if not, well. It had been a while since he cut loose.

Arriving at the location he found a bit more than just a party, but a full supernatural rave! It was hard to see past the darkness and the colorful lights shows, but everything was actually covered in a thick layer of ice. The walls, the floors, the cielings, heck, even the electronics, lights and discoballs were made of the stuff. It wasn't very cold to the touch and wasn't slick at all so he let it go for now.

The techno music began to wind down as a figure walked onto the stage in the back and people from the various dance floors and platforms cheered. Appearently the preformer had left for a bit on a break but was ready to start up again.

After greeting the crowd and hyping them up a bit he jumped straight into a new song called Monster Disco, a playful upbeat halloweenish tune that soon had Dick bopping to the beat. Nightwing did not expect for the spotlight to land on him or for him to be peer pressured into dancing by a bunch of excited mythical creatures, but superhero life is just like that.

Besides. He had a lot of moves to show off. His siblings didn't call him "Discowing" just for the old suit after all ;)

He knew he was being recorded even before the crowds parted to make a ring around him and the preformer. The kid looked around 14 or so, maybe younger and glowed with a soft white light. He looked ethereal and dick just wanted to ruffle his hair. He did so and got an indignant squad for his efforts and a challenge to a dance off. It was great and they wound up just dancing together in the end anyway.

Turns out the kids name was "Phantom", an obvious fake name but whatever, and his goal with the traveling party was for monsters and humans to have a good time without worrying about what society thinks of them. He confessed he was a type of undead and that he had a really hard time withing the first few years after his death, especially once he discovered he wasn't aging and couldn't pretend to be alive for much longer. This party was ment to bring joy to the people who came to it. Dick could understand that, he used to be in the circus after all. He spotted another camera on the icy cieling and waved at it.

He wondered what his family would say when they saw the video.

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Nightwing was declared missing three days later.

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

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I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

No need to fight ill just give you both and a cheek kiss

Dont be jealous star (that's the blood moons combined name correct i dont remember) i gift you gun or long sword whatever you prefer and a kiss

Argument

Dick: On your knees for Daddy.

Oracle Y/n: *struggles to get out of wheelchair*

Dick: That's right. You Crippled Bitch

Oracle Y/n: I'm your dirty little vegetable