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diabolichare · 3 months
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Is this courtship?
Danny is going to Gotham for his scholarship.
Good news! There's another halfa in the city, and he seems to be a good guy. Bad news: the nearest path to his university is through that halfta's haunt. He could take the long way around, but the costs would be more than his budget can handle, and he'd like to avoid dealing with a pissed-off Red Hood.
Hopefully the offerings will be enough to sate his annoyance (and help maybe, god that man has the most malnourished core he's ever seen).
Jason is getting incredibly confused over the strange gift baskets that keep appearing on his patrol routes.
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ender-reader · 3 months
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Prof. Danny Nightingale
Danny honestly has no idea how he became a science professor to a bunch of kids in Gotham University where he works as a librarian...
Danny Nightingale is a 22 year old librarian who has been working at Gotham University for nearly 2 months now. he is currently raising a 5 year old de-aged (or not up to you) Dani, who prefers to be called that in order to start confusion and chaos, and a re-formed 14 year old Dan (he's stuck in a kids body or aging up slowly is up to you) who is attending Gotham U (maybe he's in the same class as Damian and they bond about stabbing??)
And even though Danny's just a librarian but after helping some kids with their science homework and protecting them in a rouge attacks, he's practically formed a club for any kid who needs help with anything, but mostly science and mental stability, Danny should really thank Jazz for all those lectures...
tag me if this gets used cuz I wanna read!!
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oh-stars · 2 months
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United Front
Love is Co-Parenting
a @steddielovemonth prompt | 1074 words | CW: N/A | Rating: T
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Steve is on the steps when Eddie pulls up. He knows what he looks like, sitting on the bottom step, covered in flour and paint with a cigarette between his fingers. They don’t smoke anymore, not like they used to at least. At most, they’ll sneak a cigarette here and there on particularly stressful days and maybe they’ll have one socially, but they don’t go through the packs they used to. 
Eddie’s frozen in the driver’s seat of his van, leaning forward to rest his chin and hands on the steering wheel. Steve can’t hear his thoughts for obvious reasons, but it’s clear as day that Eddie’s trying to weigh the costs of coming inside at all. It’s futile because Steve knows that an asteroid could crash into their home and bring on the end of time and Eddie would still come home to them. 
The caution, however, is still noted and not without envy. 
He takes a slow drag as Eddie finally crawls out of the van and walks up the path. “You didn’t call so I’m safe in assuming this isn’t a major crisis of the upside down variety?” 
“Nope,” Steve says, blowing the smoke out of the corner of his mouth. 
“And everyone is safe, sound, and healthy?” Eddie leans against the column lining the pathway. 
“Yup.” Another deep drag, then Steve, the gracious partner that he is, hands over the cigarette to Eddie. 
Eddie takes it, shoulders easing as his cheeks hollow. “Well?” He blows a ring of smoke toward the awning. 
Steve reaches for the cigarette again and flicks off the ashes. It smolders in between his fingers, but he doesn’t bring it to his lips. “Henderson’s nephew–” 
“You mean our son?” Eddie asks, eyebrow raised. “The boy we’re raising? The light of our life? Is that who you’re talking about?” 
“Oh yes,” Steve says, exasperated. “Dustin’s corrupted our son. Therefore, right now, he’s Dustin’s Nephew.” 
Eddie crosses his arms, a furrow in his brow. “Stevie–” His jaw clicks as he snaps it shut, a flush to his face. Steve’s glare must be more intense than he realizes. “Baby,” he tries again, softer as he kneels in front of Steve. “Are you actually mad or just tired?” 
“Frustrated,” Steve corrects, “not mad.” 
“Right, of course,” Eddie says.
Steve takes another drag, then offers it to Eddie. “I love him with everything in me, but he is never allowed to spend that much time with Dustin one-on-one again.” 
Eddie blinks hard. “What the hell did he do?” 
He motions to the flour and paint covering his shirt and body. “I left him alone for ten minutes to deal with the laundry and he made a goddamn volcano in our living room. Our living room, Eds.” 
“A volcano?”
Steve huffs and runs a hand through his hair, motioning with the hand holding the cigarette. “One of those paper fuckers that they make for science fairs. He made a giant ass one in our living room.” 
Eddie winces as his hands fall to Steve’s knees. “How bad is it?” 
“Not demodog in the fridge gross, but worse than the kool-aid water balloons the kids had for their graduation,” Steve drones. 
“And what did you do with our boy?” 
Steve puts out the cigarette and leans forward to rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder, barely resisting the urge to hide in Eddie’s neck all together. “He’s sitting in time out at the kitchen table.” 
Eddie sighs and rubs Steve’s back. A kiss to Steve’s pulse point takes away some of the tension in his body, but not all. He still has to go back inside and console Jamie, scrub the vinegar and soap from the couches, carpet, and all the walls, and then go on about his day like they didn’t nearly destroy the house. 
“Think he’s upset?” 
“Oh, absolutely,” Steve says as he pulls away with another sigh. He stands up and pulls Eddie with him. “He wasn’t crying when I came out here, but I think he was close.” Steve pauses, swallows hard against the lump in his throat. “Was that shitty? To just leave him there?” 
Eddie shakes his head. “No, baby, it wouldn’t have done either of you any good to stay in there while you were mad. He’s not a baby anymore–” 
“Are you saying that to make me feel better?” Steve asks, hand on the doorknob. “Because that isn’t helping.” 
“Does it help knowing I’ve got your back with this? Whatever you think is fair, I’m with you,” Eddie says. 
Steve nods. “A united front.” 
“Best there is.” 
“Is he old enough to learn how to clean the carpets?” Steve asks as he pushes open the door. 
Eddie’s gasp as he sees the carnage of their living room validates all of Steve’s anger in a single breath. “Yeah,” he squeaks. “And if he wasn’t before, he sure as hell is now.” 
Steve doesn’t even look at it, heads straight for the dining table where Jamie is sitting in his chair with his head on the table as little sniffles echo from the hollow of his arms. His heart breaks at the sight, any remaining anger dissipating between the hand on the small of his back from Eddie stepping in close and the pure remorse from his baby. 
“Jamie,” Eddie says calmly. 
Jamie’s head pops up, revealing his big, brown eyes wide with tears pooling at his lashes, tear tracks and snot all along his blotchy face. “I’m sorry,” he cries, big sobs rushing through his body. He hops off his chair and stumbles toward Steve and Eddie. 
Steve picks him up and kisses the side of his head. “You could have gotten really hurt, buddy,” Steve tells him. “That’s why I was so mad.” 
“And if you had told Dad you wanted to make a volcano,” Eddie says as he wraps his arms around the both of them, “you guys could have made an even bigger one outside.” 
Jamie picks up his head and swipes his hand under his nose. “Really?” 
Steve thumbs away his tears and uses his own shirt to wipe away the snot. “Maybe not today, but yes, we could have eventually.”
There’s a bigger conversation to be had and a living room to clean, but it doesn't seem as intimidating as it was when Steve went to sit on the porch. Not with Eddie standing with him and their son safe and sound. 
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Thank you @lady-lostmind
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whathorselegs · 4 months
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Skk and the safe spaces they offer each other.
Dazai who spent so long looking for a reason to live, a connection to anything finding a boy who lets him get so close and doesn't push him away. Chuuya who got used to The Sheep keeping him at a distance, longing for someone to accept him, finding a boy who will not leave his side for a second.
Chuuya whose self worth is so built up in being useful to other people getting so worn thin he shuts down and Dazai providing him the safe place to recover from it.
Dazai who got so good at not feeling his emotions, letting them build up inside of himself until he self destructs and tries to isolate himself, only for Chuuya to always find him and drag him out of it.
Life in the mafia forcing these boys into the role of adults, to deal with unreasonable amounts of trauma and expecting them to just shake it off. Dazai and Chuuya finding their inner children together again, going to arcades, playing pranks, gaming together, making silly bets and having fun.
Present day Dazai never judging Chuuya for the dirty work he still has to do in the mafia because he's been through it too. Present day Chuuya never calling Dazai a traitor for getting out and living in the light.
Both of them being able to sleep more deeply around each other because their shared trust lets them put their guards down.
When Chuuya is mentally run down, Dazai cuts back on the bickering because he knows Chuuya's emotional limits. When Dazai is mentally run down, Chuuya engages in more lighthearted bickering because he knows Dazai needs a distraction so he won't spiral.
Chuuya and Dazai knowing a thousand ways to call each other human, never wavering in that conviction and finding a thousand more each time the other has a moment of doubt.
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tinylittlelilac · 9 months
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tumblr. oh sweet tumblr I have missed you for my month leave! past month has been insane I fell ill went on multiple trips did so much artfight and enough excuses I also fell into the cycle of I am anxious about what I missed on tumblr -> I put off opening tumblr -> I am even more anxious about what I missed on tumblr -> and so on.. yeas i am mentally ill
as a return gift I offer my wonderful sopping wet cat I have been event grinding for the past few days!!! I also have some doodles I'm gonna post along with my artfight pieces :> ok time to go like and reblog everything in the yuzuru fushimi tag
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luyo-mi · 2 years
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yall ever just design a new outfit for barbie
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honey-whiskey-666 · 8 months
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ronanceautistic · 2 months
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On one hand I could theoretically get this chapter done today, on the other... should I wait because it has not been long at all since the last chapter.
On the other hand YOU'VE BEEN WAITING LONG ENOUGH DO YOU GUYS WANT ACTUAL RONANCE TODAY?!
this is about trapped between two lungs I feel like I should start specifying that more.
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short king and weird woman pairing ftw
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memes-saved-me · 2 years
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One night at the Junkyard...
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countryfriedcatboy · 3 months
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i wanna be a fucking doggie man. no work no stress just undying loyalty and being told im a good boy
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pixelpixelpixels · 9 months
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9 hours. Apparently.
Dad thinks it has religious connotations. What do you think?
what do you see?
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laski-and-sage · 10 months
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Seras: Glad you having less problems facing your phobias now :D
Pip, shaking: Ever heard of internalization?? *Demonic screeching*
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ms0milk · 3 months
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radio-charlie · 5 months
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I've not felt so vicious in a long time so if you really don't like seeing this sort of thing you can unfollow or avoid my blog for a few days lol. i won't take it personally
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rainyfestivalsweets · 6 months
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10/25/23
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So yesterday was tons better/easier.
Had 2 main larger meals and a snack.
Water, coffee, tea - sure.
No other snacks. Did add some skinny hot chocolate to my last tea.
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