I've seen a couple of fics where some unidentified Talon imprints on Danny. What about an AU where the Talon in question is Dick (he would be around 14 years old, but he would still look younger due to the serum and the times he went into the freezer)? In this AU I imagine that Dick comes across Danny in accident after having assassinated a target and, after the actual confrontation, Danny, who is just over 19 at this point, tries to solo parent the poor little guy. He'll soon find that it's difficult to parent an undead child and avoid the attention of Batman at the same time. The Court of Owls is a joke since every Talon they send is just added to the pile of adoptees.
Danny can't figure out how to make the constant influx of children stop.
Additional info: Danny is not living with the rest of the Phantom gang, but Jazz is close by. The two siblings are not actual roommates, but she appears in the building from time to time. To make matters worse Bruce Wayne is actually interested in her work in Arkham and is currently in the flirting stages of dating.
Cons: I can't seem to place Dani anywhere in this scenario.
Pros: I can say the same about Vlad.
I've been trying not to ask for anything, but I'm falling behind again and starting to panic. It's really hard to show that I have overdue bills without doxxing myself as well. I have enough money for the mortgage and my car payment thank gods. But that will also take every penny I have. We just had to have the car serviced because I spend about 10 hours every week driving for work. And my partner had to give them two whole paychecks as a down payment and now can't give me anything for the bills. [That bill is $1000 but it's on a payment plan.]
In the next few days we'll also get bills for -
Electricity - about $200 Garbage pickup - about $87 Car insurance - $157
Anything helps ;_;
And if you're just as poor as I am - please reblog at least.
I have a Ko-fi for tips - https://ko-fi.com/followmeontumblr
And lots of things for sale - https://www.etsy.com/shop/PatchworkLaboratory
And a paypal account attached to this old email - nightshade518@yahoo.com
The one really big bill is the one I'm crying over because they can and will take legal action if we don't pay them.
My gender is a very good at least and I don't know what to do with the knowledge that I have the same time as I was a child in the fridge for dinner and I was a little bit of a monster of a monster of a monster of a monster of a monster of a monster of a monster of a monster
It just keeps repeating of a monster XD
Type "my gender is" on your phone and let your phone finish the sentence, then tag your moots to keep the chain going, I'll go first.
My gender is a little bit more intense than I thought I could have done
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Another Snapcube animatic
My “draw the squad” memes so far
One for all all for one void be like
Legend has it she still flops around ireland👀
💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.
🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨👩👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️
Hi, I hope I’m not burdening you with this message. My family and I are living through a tragedy I wouldn’t wish on anyone. Our home was completely destroyed in the war, and now we live among the rubble, without safe shelter, steady food, or any means to provide for our three children. Prices have skyrocketed beyond anything we can possibly afford. If you are able to help, even just by sharing our story on your page or with your friends, you would be helping to raise our voice. And if you can donate, even a small amount, you would be part of saving a family from death and destruction. Here is the link to support us: https://gofund.me/23dc0918 Thank you for taking the time to read our message. With deep gratitude, The Samer Family
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whenever i complete chores i get an achievement banner pop up in my head dark souls style
just random things I find none of it belongs to me age:20. if you ask me things I might send long answers or simple small things. I get anxious and don't want to be seen as rude or annoying sending too much or too little
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