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Torg art dump! It's a genrebending tabletop RPG of variety pack characters with reality powers trying to save Earth from extradimensional invaders from various genre flavored worlds, each with their own twist. My dad runs a couple games of it- on in the pulp action Nile Empire, another in the primeval Living Land. Our Nile group is a super cleric of Horus-Re who used to be a pyramid toaur guide, a braniac German aerospace engineer with super smarts and a lightning ray gun, a psychotic berserker demon slaying Russian gunman, a Japanese policeman who's a minor wizard, an elven archer/ranger with a wolf and a small dragon, and a psionic electroninja with demontechnoswords. The Living Land group is made up of a hockey mom turned warrior barbarian life priestess, a lizardman beastmaster, a blind teenage French white witch from a place called the Cyberpapacy, a paleontology professor turned Indiana Jones-esque explorer with a whip and fedora and everything, and a lucky truck driver.

This is normal for Torg.

OC rant time! The super braniac and the truck driver are both mine. Heidi Eklund the aerospace engineer, weird cat lady, and eclectic aunt was visiting the Great Pyramids on vacation when the Maelstrom Bridge of the Nile Empire dropped and the Reality Storm engulfed the land in the axioms and laws of another world. She transformed into Captain Quasar!, superhero of mighty brain and wielding a goofy zappy ray gun she called the Ultrazonic Fulmonizer. She has since invented a couple more gadgets; the Electrokinetic Replusion Shield Generator (a force field) and her much less fancy but signature duct tape guantlet. She loves witty combat banter and bonkers over the top pun cascades, and has an almost beat poet style even in battle. Her nemesis is Professor Plasmo, who also wields SCIENCE, but for evil, not good!

Captain Quasar! is my favorite tabletop rpg character I have ever played, which is funny because she started as a pregen character for a two session intro to the game but became Mine. I love her so much that she became something of an online persona. Now that I've actually designed an intentional persona, she's not the main one anymore, but she is 100% an aspirational character (mostly by accident) and remains a major persona for me. There is so much nice art of her by other lovely artists; it can be beheld and gazed upon here. https://toyhou.se/22797747.captain-quasar-heidi-eklund

Bud is just a dude! He's just a guy! He's very American- pretty stereotypically so in fact, except that he's probably a lot nicer and more polite than average. He does not seem like the type of guy to be of much use on an adventure into dinosaur infested jungles, And Yet. He has a knack for...whatever needs to get done, most of the time, and is just vaguely lucky, plucky, and hard to keep down, with an indomitable positivity and relentless spirit. He supports his companions and is a tremedous help to have around, even if he's not usually the one doing dramatic stunts and wild combat maneuvers. He definitely pulls his own weight, lack of pizazz or no, and is decently capable with a gun and in melee, and can handle himself and a variety of tasks. He doesn't lose his head easily, and is overall fairly sensible and insightful. But you wouldn't guess it, because he's not exactly the brains of the operation; school smarts were never his specialty, and he's never claimed to be clever.

Who did you romance in your first playthrough?

Reblog with your answer in the tags.

the fact that I unintentionally joined tumblr the day that all those Twitter users joined tumblr makes me feel like ppl think I came from twitter😭

Proud of my role in this

Me, staring into the void in a headache-induced haze: I hate existing

My sibling (@lukas6246), looking up from the loaf of bread they're slicing and starting the kettle: You could hate it with coffee

Gilbert channeling his inner Thor

new thing: using shakespeare quotes as chapter titles when there’s a dark period in my wip

Maybe she’s born with it…

inspired by reading a bts fic that got lost in the refresh r.i.p.😞 . the way my mind wouldn’t let this go tells me I need to start taking my meds again. its cringe as hell, but we move regardless

undercap intended | not proofread

“you’re good.” confused brown eyes widened more than you thought they could as she waited for you to continue. stiffly, you rose to your feet, stepping out the radius of the chair given to negate further stress and injury on your bruised body. behind you a hand shot up to hover around your aura, waiting for your to grasp it for the stability your weakened knees lacked.

“what are you talking about? just come home! please. i need my big sister.”

“no, he’s good,” you corrected your earlier statement. the foyer enhanced the heavy silence as you walked, cast thudding against the clean marble with every step. “you’re too stupid to think of something like this. it's smart.”

“he knows how much i love you. knows that if he sent you over here, crying and shaking, mascara running down your cheeks,” your hand rose to caress the smooth skin of her cheek, flicking the blackened tears on the floor before smashing your sister’s top lip up to expose more mess. “and lipstick all over your teeth, begging me to come home, i would. i love you too much. i’d do anything for you.”

for a moment all is well in her world. you love her, you’ll come home. simple. “then you’ll come with me-“

“i can’t. i can’t go back to that house. he’ll kill me. but you know that. you don't care. you don’t love me like how i love you. willing to risk my life to please him. i can't go home with you, look at yourself. filthy.”

turning back around to the crowd of tense individuals surrounding the chair you abandoned, waiting for you to return. oddly the positioning reminds you of a sunflower. your favorite flower.

a hand clasped on your already injured wrist, chaining you to your old life. the person holding you back was someone you would do anything for, but that damn mascara came back to mind. so your feet charged on, cast thudding with every step.

“please, i do love you. i love you so much. you raised me. you were there for me. i can't live without you, kitkat.”

“don’t call me that. you don't get to call me that. you stupid girl. you evil girl. i almost caved. but you must think i’m the biggest idiot this side of mars if you thought daddy buying you cheap ass maybelline mascara would get me to come home. you don't own cheap mascara, i know. you do a makeup haul in my room every time you go shopping. you don't own mascara that isn’t waterproof. you don't own lipstick that smudges. and you don't have the basic human decency to look and acknowledge what he did to me! i barely made it out alive and you want to drag me back. what did he promise you? a telfar? a birkin? tickets to the next coachella for you and all your friends?”

the room watches as your fragile limbs flailed about, defending your already sore body from anyone else touching you without permission. by your chair, you can briefly take in the weak smiles aimed at you. they’re happy for you, finally letting emotion override the default numbness you’d set yourself into since being recovered from the house.

regardless of your unpredictable motions, she still tries to hold on, to anchor your storm to her port. everything will be fine when she gets you home, she just has to bear this tantrum, bear your tears until you’re back in your bed in their home. everything will be-

shock. that's the only thing on her face as she watched you breakdown while she stayed kneeling on the floor in the position you put her in. the impact of the hit hasn’t registered to her yet, her mind still reeling with the fact that you told her no.

you told her no. you refused to come home.

and the fear filling her body is all she can feel.

finally, you calm down. muscles ache and joints creak as the adrenaline saps out your body. you don't spare a glance at your sister, nervous that a single look at the hurt undoubtedly painted across her face would be all it would take to tether your soul to her happiness again. instead, you sigh and limp back to the group.

as much as you want to collapse into their strength, you merely grasp a shoulder and will the energy thrumming under black clothing and tensed muscles to transfer to you.

“i’m going to take a nap. please wake me for dinner.”

“of course. sleep well.”

I think I've just created a new emoji

"intense mild disagreement"

;l

accidentally drank sour milk today, honestly probably what i get for drinking straight from the carton, unfortunately this will not stop me from doing it again

I think a lot about how Christopher went and fought Dracula all alone and things went wrong, but the whole Soleil situation was swept under the rug so when Simon was looking up to Christopher a lot he only saw him as “cool hero man who did everything by himself, you should be like him” and went off into Castlevania all alone and what do you know things went wrong, but somehow the whole quest to break the curse story got told wrong somehow, so Maxim thought the Dracula revival was on purpose and only saw Simon as “cool hero man who did everything by himself, you should be like him” and went off into Castlevania all alone and things went wrong, but somehow the whole ghost castle situation must not have been told about, so when Richter looked up to Maxim and Juste and everyone before them he only saw them as “cool hero man who did everything by himself, you should be like him” and went in Castlevania alone and even though he had Maria to help him he already had this idea of what high expectations he had on him to be like everyone before him and things went wrong—

Red Hood was furious. Beyond that, actually, and he could tell that Nightwing shared his sentiment. Danny was technically the new worker in the alley and had basically been adopted by all the working girls and boys, which is why he had yet to meet him. Apparently, he would scare him off?

Anyway, Red Hood would be out for blood as soon as he got Danny dropped off at The Club. The poor kid was still in shock, cowering in on himself, letting the jacket hide him as much as it could. He could tell the kid was anxious to have Nightwing following behind him, but he was glad he was bearing with it. He needed the insurance that someone wouldn’t try to take Danny while he didn’t have eyes on him.

When they did get to The Club, he and Nightwing watched as Danny walked inside with his jacket still wrapped around him. The kid was bombarded by several of the people still there, though they all backed off when he flinched, gently guiding him to a chair. Lucy was the one to come out and greet them.

“Thanks for bringing him back,” they said, their voice soft.

“It was no problem, Lu,” Red Hood shook his head slightly, his posture relaxed.

Lucy shook their head in denial. “No, I mean it. We were all so worried when he didn’t come back! The others had lost sight of him and came in panicking.”

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Nightwing stepped up next to Red Hood, “what happened?”

Lucy worried at their bottom lip, glancing at Red Hood, who nodded, before answering. “We always make sure to keep within sight of each other, just in case someone steps outta line. It’s for our safety. That, and keeping in lit areas. I wasn’t out tonight, but there were seven others on the street with him. There must’ve been a few seconds when they didn’t have eyes on Danny and he was nabbed because none of the others said that they saw anyone else out around the time he disappeared.” They met both vigilanties' eyes behind their masks. “Who was it, Hood?”

Nightwing was hesitant to tell, obviously having an idea of what would happen to the BJ. Red Hood had no such reservations. He knew the names and faces of everyone in Crime Alley, including the addresses of those who have them. They all know his rules and the punishments for not following them. “Go back for the night, Nightwing.”

“Hood-”

“No. Plausible deniability and all that.” he waved off, following Lucy as they led him into The Club. “Tell Batman I sent ya early because Alley business came up.”

“It’s no place for a Bat,” Nightwing sulked, “I know. Good night, you two!”

“Goodnight, Nightwing!” Lucy waved as the man grappled away. They turned back to Red Hood before opening the door. “Who was it?”

“Mr. Jameson in apartment 25 of the Katt Building near the middle of the Alley.”

They hummed and opened the door. “I’ll pass it on to everyone.”

The group of fifteen were comforting Danny, helping him clean up and offering an ear to listen to. Danny, throughout it all, was staring mostly blankly at the coffee table in the middle of the commons area. He only really reacted when someone gave him a dog plush. Though, that was only small, hesitant movements to take the plush and pull it close to his chest, Red Hood’s jacket still hiding him as though he were a child hiding from a lightning storm. And that’s what he was, a child hiding from the outside world because it hurt him.

Red Hood had to admit, though, that the guy’s cute. He was really hoping to meet him under better circumstances. Regardless, he took off his helmet, the domino underneath keeping his identity mostly safe from getting out, though he trusted everyone here to keep the secret if they ever found out. He knelt on the floor in front of Danny, keeping his movements slow and telegraphed as he made sure to stay in Danny’s line of sight. “Hey there, hun.”

Danny didn’t respond. He didn’t even move. His breathing had slowed back down to a normal pattern, though, and it seemed to be slowing even more.

Red Hood made sure not to touch him or get too close. “Hey, can you hear me?” he asked, “Blink if you can.”

For a long moment, nothing happened. Then, very slowly, Danny blinked. Red Hood smiled at him.

“Good. I’m not gonna ask ya what happened, okay? None of us are. We’re gonna take care of the guy, though. He won’t ever bother you again, ‘kay?”

Again, his blink was slow, but tears slowly fell from his eyes as he did so. Relief seemed to wash over his expression as he relaxed into the couch, the jacket and plush being held slightly looser.

“Do you want to stay here, or do you want to go somewhere else?”

The response was quiet, barely a whisper that Red Hood almost missed, “Somewhere else.”

Not too surprising. “Where do ya wanna go?”

“Home.”

“Where’s home?”

Danny didn’t answer as he pulled the jacket around the plush in his arms. Not a good sign, but it was an unfortunately common one for Crime Alley residence.

Red Hood thought for a second, mostly for show, before saying, “I’ve got a safe house you could stay in to recover. No one but me will know where you are if you don’t want them to. You’ll be able to stay as long as you want and you can leave at any time. Sound good?”

“Can Lu or May or Jakey know where it is?”

Not ideal, but anything to make him feel safer. “Of course they can know.”

“Okay.”

“Do you want me to tell them?”

“Maybe tomorrow.”

“We’ll touch base then,” He slowly stood back up. “Let me or one of the others know when you’re ready to go and I’ll take ya to the safe house. No rush. We’ll go at your pace.”

Stepping away for a second, he put his helmet back on and turned on his comms. He listened to the conversation he’d tuned into, knowing that Oracle would make him known if the others didn’t stop talking in a moment.

Sure enough, after about thirty seconds, she muted them all and said, “Red Hood, nice of you to join us.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” he muttered, ‘Nothing particularly nice about this situation.”

“Oh?” Oracle asked, “What’s going on?”

“Ask Nightwing for details.” he said, “I’m not gonna answer calls for the next few days. Everyone stays out of Crime Alley until I say.” “So normal rules then?” He hummed in response. “Alright. Goodnight, Red Hood.”

Red Hood turned his com off completely, turning to face the kid on the couch and lean against the wall. Danny’s was gonna be okay. He was going to make sure that he’ll be okay.

Part 2 Part 4

Danny had thought that there were lines that nobody crossed. He knew that there were people out there that were fucked up enough to cross those boundries, and he knew that he’d probably end up encountering them at some point in his life, especially with the job he’d picked up, but knowing something and having it happen were two completely different things.

The reality of the situation hadn’t fully sunk in until he’d gotten to Red Hood’s safe house. Lu knew where he was, but no one else.

Lu’s the best.

Shock is a helpful thing. Unhealthy, but helpful for compartmentalizing and keeping from a public freak out, but it wore off eventually. And when it did, everything hit full force.

Danny didn’t think he could ever just be again. Not after this. He got off easy, with Red Hood and…Nightwing? there to pull the guy off of him before much of anything could happen, but he was still terrified. There was a little part of him that blamed himself for the situation, but he didn’t give it much thought.

The shock made it easier.

The second the door of the safe house closed behind Red Hood, Danny found himself collapsing to the floor, hugging the plushie to his chest and pulling the jacket tighter. He was crying again.

He didn’t believe in ‘once upon a time’s. But, gods, he wished he did. ‘Once upon a time’s are for fairy tails with happy endings and true love. Maybe, if he were in a fairy tail, one that began with ‘once upon a time’, then he could be happy. The bad things wouldn’t happen to him because they were happening to somebody else. He was tired of the bad things happening to him!

“My name is Red Hood. You’re at my safe house in Crime Alley. It’s a little past three in the morning.” Red Hood was saying, his voice soft. He repeated, “My name is Red Hood. You’re at my safe house in Crime Alley. It’s a little past three in the morning.”

Danny nodded his head.

“You back with me?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Good. It’s only been a few minutes. Are you okay to move, or do you need to stay in place for a little longer?”

He tried to move his legs, but the wouldn’t listen to him. Why wouldn’t they move? He needed to move!

“Hey-” Red Hood steadied him when he swayed. “Take you’re time, hun, we’re in no rush.”

He sniffled again, willing the tears to stop. They didn’t. He was going to be so dehydrated when he woke up. Though, he didn’t think he’d be sleeping much for a bit. After a few more minutes of matching Red Hood’s breathing  as best he could, he let go of the plushie with his right hand and grabbed Red Hood’s. “I-I don’t think- I don’t want-”

Red Hood seemed to understand. “Do you want to sit on the couch or go to bed?” If Danny could see his face, he’d bet that the man had a really soft look in his eyes, maye a smile, too.

“Couch,” he whispered.

“Alright,” he answered.

Slowly, and with all the gentleness that was probably achievable by a man buit like a refrigerator, Red Hood helped Danny to his feet. He kept him steady as they made their way over to the dust covered couch. It was uncomfortable to sit on, and probably even worse as a bed, but Danny wasn’t going to complain. He curled up in the far corner, his knees squishing his plushie to his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs, and his eyes scanning the room, never leaving Red Hood for too long.

“Do you want to change?”

Oh. That sounded nice. But, Danny didn’t have any clothes here. All is stuff was- probably ruined. He’d moved what he could to the top of the Clocktower, but his clothes and such were all probably ruined or gone.

“That’s alright,” his voice was soft and understanding and made him want to cry again. “You can use some of mine. Are you going to be okay being alone for a few minutes?”

Danny nodded, but clutched the dog plush tighter.

Red Hood hummed. Slowly, he reached up and took his helmet off again. Then, he set it on worn coffee table behind him.

Red Hood is a handsome guy. His hair looks soft, just long enough to pull it into a small ponytail or bun. His jaw is square aand his cheekbones sharp. Although he column’t see them, Danny was sure that his eyes were blue.

“I’ll leave this here, okay? I’ll be quick.”

His voice was soft and smooth, though there was a heavy accent that was a strange mix of Crime Alley Local and Old Money. It worked, somehow, and fit perfectly with him.

“Okay,” Danny answered, his voice quiet.

As Red Hood stood to leave, Danny reassessed his build. The man is tall and had muscles for days, but he wasn’t imposing in the slightest. He was probably making himself seem smaller so as to not upset Danny. It was nice.

Not even three minutes later, Red Hood came back out of a room just down the short hallway with some sweatpants and a hoodie. The pants were loose and blank and were going to drown Danny. The hoodie was the same, but there was a blood read bat on the chest.

“You buy your own merch?” Danny asked, a small laugh colouring his voice, but not quite escaping.

Red Hood smiled. “Only from small businesses. Eat the rich, y’know?”

Danny took the clothes. Red Hood turned around so he could change. “I’d rather rob them for all they’re worth and give it all away.”

“A real Robin Hood, ey?”

“Only from and for people who deserve it.”

“Fair enough.”

There was a few minutes of quiet between the two while he changed. He was quick to do so, folding his dirty clothes and setting them as far as he could away from himself without moving from where he’d sat down again.

Red Hood left and came back with a warm, wet rag. “For your make-up,” he explained.

Now back n his own head, Danny felt a blush creep up on his cheeks. He probably looked a mess. He had a really good excuse, but that didn’t stop the embarrassment.

“So,” Red Hood asked, “What’s your name, hun?”

“Danny,” he said quietly. Red Hood probaby already knew that though.

“Nice to meet you, Danny,” Red Hood smiled at him. “I’m Red Hood, but you knew that already.”

Danny nodded. He did know that, but it was still nice to get an official introduction. “Yeah.” He paused for a few beats. “It was Nightwing with you, right?” Red Hood nodded. “Will you tell him ‘thanks’ for me?” He blinked. “I haven’t thank you yet, have I?” Oh, no! He’d been raised better than that!

Red Hood chuckled. “It was no problem, babe. And, yeah, I’ll tell Nightwing for ya.”

“Good,” Danny nodded, “Good.” He pulled jacket he had yet to give back over his legs, letting it cover him like a blanket. His eyes felt heavy.

“Are you tired?”

“Yeah,”

“Do you want to sleep here or in the bedroom?”

“Here’s fine,”

“Do you want me to stay or go?”

He paused, breathing deeply as he debated. Finally, “..stay.”

“Alright,” Red Hood had a soft look on his face. “I’ll stay.”

Part 3 Part 5

I saw my friends neck get cut open and my reaction was

Huh

That’s what that looks like

That’s a lot of blood

At least I’ll be able to describe it in my writing now

…….yep

literally everything always feels like a performance to me. i’ll be uncontrollably sobbing and will suddenly be like wow i would’ve won an oscar for this

Danny's Safty Vest.

Pandora adores her friend. She'll do anything to make sure he's safe. Even if that means forcing him to learn how to fight without powers.

Danny despises the training, but does it because it genuinely seems to make her happy.

He doesn't expect it to kick in when he gets startled by his new coworker tapping his shoulder, spooking him.

Danny...isn't quite sure what happened.

One second he was staring at the water cooler thing, the next something tapped him, and then....

Well.

His coworker, Clark Kent, is cradling a very obviously broken arm and staring at him in shock.

Or; Clark was just gonna ask if the new IT guy wanted the Super to grab him a coffee while he got some for everyone else. Except the new IT guy is apparently a meta, or completely coated in magic, because the newbie managed to break his, Superman's, arm. Now he needs to convince his boss not to fire the guy, because it looks like it was a genuine accident, and also figure out how to ditch the hospital to get to the Fortress of Solitude.

DCxDP Prompt

Allergy Season

“Aa, aaa, aaaa choo! Ugh.”

“Danny. Just take the medicine.” Jazz said in frustration as she crossed her arms and glared at Danny.

“Oh come on Jazz. It's just some allergies. I'm fine.” Danny grumbled then sneezed again.

“Tell that to the wall you just iced over. Just take the stupid medicine.” Jazz growled while pointing at the bottle she had brought in earlier.

“Oh cool it Jazz. I don't want to take the medicine. Besides, what's the worst that could haaaachoo!” Danny rubbed his nose and looked up to keep talking to Jazz only to see a giant window into space. “Oh this is so cooaaaachooo!”

…

“Did anyone else see a kid sneeze into existence then sneeze again and disappear?” The Flash asked from his position at the meeting table.

“Did the kid have white hair, glowing green eyes, and a spandex suit? If so than yes. I saw them too.” Green Arrow replied.

“Hnn.” Batman grunted before getting up and leaving the room.

“What you want to bet he's going to file for adoption?” Green Lantern joked as he elbowed Superman.

“Oh come on. He is not that bad.” Wonder Woman said from Superman’s other side.

“Just in case, I'm gonna go check on him.” Superman chuckled nervously before taking off after Batman.

Wilfords Warfstache’s sad origin/past who knew it wouldn’t be them in disguise but an actual backstory. Poor Wilfred.

heck yeah scarab doodling

had fun drawing this while listening/watching the plagiarism video lol

got late before i finished the video or drawing soooo :p

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