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LAST WEEK OF CLASSES!!!/Presents announcementBut then I have Exam Week, ah well I have one exam...in my worse course....
Well just some things incoming:
-The Hannukah story will be posted on the 8th! PREPARE THE LATKES! (I like them golden and crispy)
-More stories taking place in the established arcs will happen too
-A story of possible future Sam (revised) and possible future kids of Joseph will be done too
-MORE TO COME!
Right now my regular artist :icontherafaleepencil: is working on his take on teen Sam and his revised gear, so that will be posted eventually
And I'd like to thank :iconalphalunatic: for this: http://dkalban.deviantart.com/art/New-Hero-In-Gotham-Watching-the-Noobie-340629308 It's awesome!
Also, I'm taking some Christmas present requests. I can do stories for you guys for Christmas/Hannukah/Yule/etc; just let me know!
Batman: Conflict, Part I Page 1Batman: Conflict, Part I1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Panel 1 POV of our villain, Conflict, who we will see
later in this book. It's a red HUD, built for combat. We
are in a conference room at Wayne Enterprises. Several
security guards lie dead on the ground. Bruce Wayne has
his arms up, as does Joseph Kane.
This is not what I expected.
More Wayne Manor VignettesWhile Alfred is cooking something, Sam enters reading a book.More Wayne Manor Vignettes2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Alfred: *not even turning around* Dinner is not for another hour, Master Sam.
Sam: But you're cooking already.
Alfred: This is for Master Bruce's dinner. He eats a tad "cleaner" than the rest of you.
Sam: You mean like grilled chicken, brown rice, no sweets?
Alfred: How do you know about that?
Sam: Joey used to eat like that until he took me in; which meant a lot more time on cardio for him.
Alfred: And as he isn't crimefighting at the moment, I don't think he minds not having Master Bruce's diet. He is still pretty active in his own way, but doesn't need to be primed for battle.
Sam: Yep. Umm...what are you cooking?
Alfred: It's a type of fish.
Sam comes over to where Alfred is cooking, he sees a branzino being pan-fried. He then looks a tad queasy.
Alfred: Want some?
Sam: Umm...no thanks; I don't like eating anything that still has a face on it.
Damian then walks in,
Mr. Sandman, Send Me A DreamThere is a realm outside reality, where your wildest imaginations and your darkest nightmares live. Here there be two feuding brothers, and their gargoyles, a sentient meadow known as Fiddler's Green, a loyal butler, a wisecracking raven, and more.Mr. Sandman, Send Me A Dream1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
In the center of this realm, behind gates of horn and ivory, stands a beautiful castle made of the purest dream-stuff. Imagine a much grander, and far more gothic, Cinderella's Castle.
And in the ornate throne room sits the realm's master. His hair and robe are dark as night, and his eyes are filled with stars. Around his neck is a chain with a massive ruby. Attached to his belt is a bag filled with magical sand. And perched on an armrest is a weird shaped helm that is a cross between a hummingbird and a gas mask.
His name is Morpheus, or Dream.
Others simply call him "The Sandman".
Nearby were seven niches, each with a symbol for his siblings and himself. They are the Endless, aspects of the universe such as Destiny, Desire, Destruction, an