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#THIS IS ALL PRE-ACCIDENT
ghostbsuter · 6 months
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Can be read as a continuation of this
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It's been a few weeks, really, since the day he met his biological father.
The oversized hoodie drowned him, a perfect haven while he waits near the entrance to arkham asylum.
The whole week rushed by after the event. His mom, wonderful, black belt, kickass mom had fretted over him the whole time, messaging his therapist not long after and getting an appointment.
His dad had been clingy, giving him bear hugs left and right, it felt nice. Jazz hadn't let him out of her sight for one moment, always searching, always studying.
Man, he loved his family.
"Are you going to visit him?" The gruff voice of Batman asks, and danny shrieks, jumping away as he looks at the vigilante with wide eyes.
"Oh Ancients—! Don't scare me like that!" Danny scolds, hand over his chest and breathing hard.
He can feel the amusement wafting off of Batman. Or something.
Huffing, the child leans against the brickstone pillar holding the gate again.
"No," he ends up answering. "I'm not here to visit... him."
Batman listens quietly, simply standing next to him. He doesn't pressure nor demand anything. If danny thinks more of it, he might get a headache.
"My sister is an intern in Arkham, we're gonna have dinner with Harley and Ivy today." A shrug, and the wind lovingly pushes him.
"Good." The man states, he hesitates a moment before he stretches his arm out towards danny, opening his hand and showcasing the items.
First is a lollipop, famous for being handed over to children after being saved by the bat himself. Second is a pin, in the shape of Batman's signature bat, it had a red button on the other side however.
"It's an emergency alert, in case anything like this happens again." Is quickly explained and Danny takes them, if not a bit tense.
He is unused to the trust the man shows him despite how short their time was spent together. Danny wonders if the bat already snooped around.
"Thanks—"
"Danny!"
His head snaps to the gate opening, brightening up as Jazz runs through and hugs him.
"Jazz!" He eagerly hugs back, thank looks up at her.
"You gotta meet Bat—" He trails off when they turn to the empty spot next to the pair, wind rustling leaves just as he finished. "man..."
Damn batman.
Danny huffs and tugs at Jazz's jacket. "Nevermind then, c'mon let's get a nice present before we visit harley."
Simply bringing her up seems to have Jazz excited. "I still can't believe we're having dinner with THE Dr. Harleen Quinzel!!!"
"And her wife."
"aND THE Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley!!!"
Her enthusiasm is rubbing off on him, he grins, hooking up his arm around hers, and they're skipping towards town, laughing like maniacs.
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forgettable-au · 3 months
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Here’s a question, if Papyrus where to be refused to all of Wing Ding’s fragments and retain his memories (despite how impossible it would be), would he be Wing Ding with all of Papyrus’s memories, or Papyrus with all of Wing Ding’s
Aka if Steven Universe/Dragon Ball fused would it be Pap or WG?
He would remain more Papyrus :] !!
Papyrus with Wingdings memories
Papyrus is someone who we could say is a natural progression towards something better
With a desire to better himself and also one of helping others better themselves
Of course he struggles and has a long way to go in lots of areas, but he's not giving up on himself or anyone else
It would be weird to make a character like that reverse to an old identity, someone who just ended up destroying himself (both metaphorically and physically)
So he would definitely stay Papyrus
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surelysilly · 13 days
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The black flakes from Danny’s arm, reveals his bleeding fist wrapped up in razor thin strings of bright light — the metaphysical representation of the unraveling fabric of reality. Fingers dripping red and green, Danny squeezes and the fuzzy edges to his fritzing outline solidify.  Somewhere, somewhen, something is happening. Has been happening, and is now trying to draw itself to a close. 
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hersweetrevenge · 3 months
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WARNINGS for mild smut, talk about explicit photos and actually healthy communication for once.
thinking about being the first and only person to take lewds/nudes of corey and guiding him through it.
he's very nervous about it, but he trusts you so much. trusts that you have no ulterior motives and that you want to look at pictures of him naked out of pure adoration and love, even if he doesn't understand why. (and of course it's the same the other way around).
it starts really coy, because he's so shy and no one has ever wanted to look at him so much before. most of these photos are just of his face, his big wet trusting eyes looking up at you through his glasses. sometimes with his broad, bare shoulders visible. he gets more and more flustered because you keep praising him so much -- how he's so beautifully handsome, how he's being so good, how perfect every single inch of him is -- his cheeks get so pretty pink. he finds it difficult to look straight in the lens so at first all the photos have him looking past the camera, at you.
then you get him to pose for you, guiding him into each position or giving him little directions because he doesn't even know how to "be sexy" yet (even though he is always the most beautiful, sexy person to you no matter what he's doing or what he wears). he lies in bed and does as he's told; turning away from the camera, then facing it again, flexing his muscles, on his knees, opening his legs just a little wider.
and then you slowly work up to action shots, getting him to touch himself for you while you sit at the end of the bed and watch, the way his eyes flutter and close, how his hand moves faster unless you tell him to slow down, the twitch in his muscles, how he grabs at the headboard for something to hold onto. capturing the look on his face when he finishes on film forever.
afterwards, looking back through each and every photo with him is almost as much fun as taking them. he's just as blushy and just as shy, but you can see how it strokes his ego to see you so enamoured with his looks.
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nostalgia-tblr · 3 months
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thanks to the sort of gossipy history i tend to read i know entirely too much about the grounds on which i could get out of the unhappy medieval european marriage that i am not and never will be part of.
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scoobydoodean · 7 months
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I see this held up as major proof of Dean's badness, but couldn't it also be proof of Cas having faith Dean can get past anything without Cas having to change his behavior? The way it's structured the onus is on DEAN to work through it, not others to change or make amends. ---- CASTIEL: You know, Dean, he – he feels things more acutely than any human I've ever known. So it's possible he could work through this. One day, he may explode and let it all out and breathe deeply and move on.
I see what you mean in a general sense, and it's extremely possible that Cas is thinking about his own past fights with Dean and Dean forgiving him, and from the perspective of the critique you have in mind that you're refuting, I agree. But of course deancrit casgirls will forever insist that Cas has never in his life done anything harmful to Dean either accidentally or on purpose, so any time Dean might dare try to hold him accountable for anything, he's actually just making shit up and being toxic and controlling, so here Cas is just apologizing for his own abusive relationship. You can only get their take by being deliberately obtuse/disingenuous.
That said, the context of that line (from 15.13 "Destinty's Child") is Cas answering soulless Jack's question about whether Dean will eventually forgive him for murdering Mary.
CASTIEL: Hey, Jack. JACK: Cas, you know what's good about being dead? CASTIEL: Uh, as I recall, very little. JACK: Well, when you come back, you – you really get into all that life is. Hot, cold, sweet, spicy, funny, scary. CASTIEL: And are you? "Into it"? JACK: I want to be. But I don't... feel things the way I used to. Before I lost my... CASTIEL: Your soul. JACK: I used to feel things. In my bones. It was glorious, and sometimes unbearable. But I felt them. Now, I understand joy or sadness, but... I know those things aren't in me. I understand why Sam and Dean were angered by what happened to Mary... CASTIEL: By what you did to Mary. JACK: Yes. I see that I've caused them pain. And it's clear that things have changed. Especially with – with Dean. Will he ever forgive me? CASTIEL: You know, Dean, he – he feels things more acutely than any human I've ever known. So it's possible he could work through this. One day, he may explode and let it all out and breathe deeply and move on. JACK: How long will that take? CASTIEL: I don't know.
And yeah—I have seen people refer to Cas's little speech here as "condoning child abuse" and other bullshit. Because how DARE Dean not forgive soulless Jack for murdering his mother (something soulless Jack is unable to actually really acknowledge he did). I mean clearly any time someone murders your mom because she made them mad and threatened their sense of security by asking if they're okay and saying their concerning actions can’t stay a secret… That’s just natural understandable stuff! You need to forgive the person who murdered her instantly and if you don’t idk you’re kinda overreacting don’t you think? :/ I mean your mom probably deserved it kind of anyway for reading the room so wrong and talking about getting a person help. And I mean if you don't forgive the person who killed your mom or do anything trying to stop them from hurting more people you're really a child abuser... toward an adult... who murdered your mother in cold blood and is unable to even understand why it was wrong in any sense other than an intellectual one like he read it from a book... preferring to refer to it as "What happened to Mary" instead of acknowledge it as something he himself did because he was mad and felt threatened—which is what he circled back to in "Jack In The Box" too. It's only when Jack gets his soul back that he's able to actually feel true empathy, acknowledge his real actions and the gravity of them, and give an actual sincere apology. Because his soul is actually important—something this fandom refuses, by and large, to notice.
Anyway, this fandom's take on Mary's murder and soulless Jack vs. regular Jack is overwhelmingly a bag of wet third grader vomit and feces so what can one expect?
#mail#soulless jack killing mary is popularly regarded as an accident... but it's pretty transparent that it wasn't?#or rather it was on purpose but he regretted it the second after it happened. but that is still. Something he chose to do. Not an accident.#He saw her as a threat to his relationship with Sam and Dean and he acted.#This is indicated right before he kills her. He admits it outright also right before calling it an accident which unravels that whole idea.#It wasn’t pre-meditated but in that moment he wanted her to die. She was going to tell everyone there was something wrong with him.#And he did not want that.#It wasn't an accident and he can't handle his own culpability because it threatens his belief that he can make things be the way they were#before it happened. Which is why he killed her to begin with! He didn't want anyone to know/think anything was wrong with him!#And just like soulless Jack just wants everyone to forget about it and act like nothing happened and he's fine...#Many fans want Dean to forget about it. They want Dean to believe and say and feel and think that Mary did not matter.#And that being upset at her literal murder (even if it was an accident—which it was not) is bad and evil.#And Sam's great capacity for numbness (which we already saw in season 13) strengthen's their own lack of empathy for Dean#in a situation that in real life they would understand unless they're actual psychopaths.#It's only because Dean is a character in a narrative representing the need/capacity to be loved and accepted at all#that these demands that his thoughts and feelings bend to everyone else's emotional needs become so disturbingly intrusive#dont feed the stans after midnight#and cas is my best friend#hot girl cas
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arundolyn · 11 months
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i love thinking about how celica is just like. kinda The funniest fighting game character ever, without being a joke character like neco arc. she's hilarious unintentionally. she's extremely good at magic. she refuses to use it to hurt anyone ever even in self defense. she's a pacifist by choice but also because she's just really bad at hurting people even conceptually. i cannot imagine celica actually hitting anyone for any reason herself. that's what nine/ragna/minerva are for. her magical aptitude is extremely high and she's basically the only bitch that's ever been this good at healing magic on earth. she knows lightning magic but it's loud and scares her so we never see her use it. she's literally kind to everyone's detriment in that if she fights the literal god killing antagonist of the series she heals him anyway. she's constantly telling her big scary robot gf who's made to protect her to be nicer to people. her vibes are so good that she makes two of the main antagonists physically ill and nullifies bad vibes just by existing. and she's gay
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asterouslyaesthetic · 11 months
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so i know we already have the whole "older brother of a woman linked to us via dreams also dreaming of us" shtick covered by hríd, but we also have freyr apparently and it's been living in my head rent-free forever
this is his level 40 confession:
Long, long ago...I dreamt of a summer day spent beneath the sun's rays...And you were standing beside me in that dream, [Summoner]... There is no mistake. That was a true dream... It was a promise made by the future. How will the dream continue from here, I wonder... Of course, knowing would detract from the mystique. Dreams form our desires and shape the future...but for now, let us simply drift off into the summer sun.
how long ago was long, long ago...because for me, my mind immediately jumped to tiny freyr—with short hair and only a single braid instead of two and his eyes closed all the time still, but his face still manages to reveal his emotions when he does not give it permission to, particularly when his sister is involved—waking up as a voice inside his older self's brain, able to see and feel everything he does but unable to exert any influence, because he has always had some influence over dreams and that extends to visions of the future.
and there's this pretty mortal in a sundress who sits next to him as he's simply laying down, and when she says his name, his older self opens his eyes, only to be rewarded with salt water sprinkled at his face and a beautiful smile that makes his heart pound.
but he's so young and she's a mortal, and the only thing young freyr concedes that day is that it's nice to see freyja having fun with a friend.
the visions, bits and pieces out of context that show a wonderful future, don't stop after that day, as if to taunt him for when he disregarde, the clear signs that he grows to love her, because he does and how is it hard to when she cares for freyja so deeply that his sister is willing to trouble herself for the mortal's sake?
those in the palace begin whispering after the fifth time he bumps into the wall with a soft smile on his face.
he sees her past and sees her variable future—some things are fixed, but others are not. he sees her in a wedding gown, as a happy bride and a sad bride, he sees her with children, and he sees her grow old, whether alone or with her variable husbands; most of them are kings, but only three are of Midgard, and of those, one is only a grand duke, beloved brother to the empress.
(never with him)
he sees her in a beautiful deep red dress, on a balcony with only the company of fireworks; he hears the way his heart pounds, and remembers what he once thought; and though there is no recognition in her eyes, she welcomes him to her side all the same
but what should be the start of a two-sided relationship, an acknowledgement of him from her, becomes a time he hopes will never exist
because it isn't until much later that he learns what his sister attempts to do, how she traps the mortal in a neverending dream—about his death and the last thing he sees. to see her smile at him one last time...that much, at least, is granted to him.
but ironically, his desperate attempts to convince freyja to avoid such a path, to leave the beautiful mortal alone, are what drive her into consolidating her plans—and she never realizes, not until they both are willed into existence in Askr, that it wasn't simply a matter of loving mortals; that it was a matter of loving one mortal and wanting her to be happy to a self-sacrificial point.
because his death and freyja's, they are fated, they are fixed, and the prospect of them surviving even once means that they will have changed the future in all timelines. because they, like those of ymir, or hel, or vanir and asgard, exist outside of time—singular entities watching over all worlds—but are still beholden to it.
and then he is summoned, to her, and she smiles the way she did the first time. and freyr, he makes himself a promise. to be helpful in whatever way he can—to be the shoulder she can lean on when she's tired, the ears that listen to her sorrows.
and when summer brings along with it a warmth in the breeze, she takes him—and his sister, and his fairies, and her fairies, and all her other heroes—to a familiar scenery.
a familiar scene, salt water on his face, the beginning of his downfall.
the beginning of his love.
as a hero, his powers are restricted. he has no clue what goes on in the minds of his other selves summoned to other askrs, as he would've if he'd been alive. whether they're as lucky as he is, if they also "get the girl"
when night falls, he confesses his dream to her, his eyes still closed. she's quiet for a while, before she asks him about his words, about whether the dream formed his desires.
and when a quiet yes slips from his lips, and he tells her about wanting to be at her side, her smaller hand lightly grasps his own and feels something soft on his cheek, near his lips
"mine too. my desires...as well, since that dream. when you first approached me."
(telling freyja results in a tantrum from her and an attempted deescalation that his beloved takes far too much glee in.
by week 3, his sister pouts when he expresses his affection for his lover and mixes salt in her coffee, but there remains no malice in her actions.)
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humanmorph · 1 year
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The Witch in the Glass
by Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt
" MY mother says I must not pass Too near that glass; She is afraid that I will see A little witch that looks like me, With a red, red mouth to whisper low The very thing I should not know! "
PARTIZAN 36: The Witch in the Glass Pt. 2
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i was in such a mushy mood before and went through his name’s tag on here (which is basically an archive) and like…
Arizona Pitty Philly Pitty Dallas Pitty…
my dearly fucking beloved
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trans-xianxian · 6 months
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my personal convoluted answer to the question is that both pre death and post res wei wuxian have the possibility to resurrect lan wangji in a fit of emotion (pre death moreso because of you know the deteriorating mental state), but pre death wei wuxian would not resurrect lan wangji on purpose, and post res wei wuxian would only do so with express permission, which I can't imagine lan wangji giving
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kakusu-shipping · 3 days
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What is it about Pokemon that makes me want to make Isekai plotlines?
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megacarapa · 10 months
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compilation #3 some of these are like a year old so what happened in the meantime is that i did find my favourite pen after months (it was under the couch)
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heavencasteel420 · 5 months
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Honestly the implications for the Byers family dynamics if Jonathan gets taken to the UD instead of Will are staggering.
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punkstatikparanoia · 4 months
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lesbianjohnwick · 6 months
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ever think about how that moment where they took the photo at shivs wedding was probably the best it will ever get for all of them? yeah
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