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little-pondhead · 1 year

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Some fic because I love your au, Fenton is gender brainrot, and little baby dan cracks me up. Full disclosure, my only familiarity with DC is DP crossover fanfic, and a Batman movie I fell asleep during. (If I had a better grasp on the characters I would totally write more :(( i love interactions) also sorry for the weird spacing. Idk why tumblr did that

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There was an empty cardboard box on the table of the Justice League’s main conference room. Taped on the top flap, next to a doodle of Fenton’s logo, was a jump drive.

Heaving a sigh, Batman plugged it in and pulled up his screen on the projector. The drive, which was named “little baby dan’s evil playtime”, contained two files; WATCH_ME_FIRST.mp4 and its-a-secreeeet.pdf. He clicked on the video file, and immediately the projector filled with a blurry close-up of Fenton’s goggles.

After a moment of fiddling with the camera, Fenton stepped back, giving a cheery wave. His lab coat and goggles were a pastel pink, which was new. “Heeeeya, Bats! Whoever else is there! If you’re watching this, you probably weren’t there when I dropped the box off, aaand it’s probably empty.”

He clapped his hands together gleefully. “And Connie, if you’re there, this is payback for cussing around my daughter.” Batman was instantly relieved that Constantine wasn’t on base. Hopefully the situation wouldn’t require Constantine’s expertise. (Or any of the Justice League Dark. Fenton seemed determined to drive them all to an early grave with his casual refusal to acknowledge the supernatural air around him.)

“Now, as you’re all heroes, I’m sure you’re all familiar with the whole,” Fenton paused for a moment, as if searching for the proper words. “”You ate a burger on a Tuesday or something equally inane, and it kickstarted a series of events that led to you going insane and evil and murdering 95% of the Earth’s population and now you must fight your evil alternate self, because your time-controlling cryptid Peepaw said so,” shtick, so I’ll skip the backstory. Say hi to Dan!” Fenton grabbed the camera, and Batman quickly jotted down several notes about the concerning number of things the boy had just said.

The camera swiveled around to show Nightingale, holding a strange beast in a manner that reminded Batman of an “elongated cat meme” Nightwing had shown him when he was still a Robin. The creature bared a maw full of razor sharp fangs at the camera. Nightingale adjusted her grip to hold the creature’s paw and make it wave, which evoked a deep growl.

“Haha, he’d kill me if I did that. Dan likes Nightingale much more than he likes me.”

“Because the worst she has ever done is attempt to shoot me.”

The camera had moved, so Batman couldn’t visually confirm that the deep voice had come from the creature, but the voice didn’t match any of Fenton’s previously revealed companions. “Yeah yeah, her aim sucked back then.” Fenton gave the camera a toothy grin that was only slightly less unnerving than the creature’s. “Dan’s not technically me, he’s much more like Dani, actually, but the world would probably end again if we left him with his other... What did you call him?” Fenton glanced offscreen.

“Bane of my accursed existence.”

Fenton chucked. “The other half responsible for his existence.” Batman added more notes to his file. “So, yeah, Clocky left him with us for a bit to help along his rehab. But a certain psychologist-in-training I know says that repressing rage isn’t healthy, and even without a lot of his powers, he can wipe out most of a city in- what, an hour? We tested it. It was around an hour.”

Everyone present shared a look of deep concern. As if able to see their reaction, Fenton quickly held up his hands in surrender. “Don’t worry! Clocky reset it. Approximately zero people have died from Dan in this timeline.”

“Yet.” Came a furious rumble from off-screen.

“Yes, you’re very scary.” They heard Nightingale coo.

Fenton laughed. “Yeah, we need him- and all of you, -out of our hair for a bit while we concoct more evil plans, and you’re all the least likely to die to him, so you get to babysit! Thanks!”

He reached to shut off the camera before pausing and turning away. “Foley! Which of the furries is the one who really likes animals?”

“Man, do you realize how that sounds out of context?” Foley laughed. “I think Tim said it’s the little one. Damian?”

Fenton nodded and turned back to the camera. “Don’t let Damian try to adopt Dan. Or anyone. Dan will bite their hands off. I mean it!” To emphasize his point, he removed one of his hands.

Batman sighed and added “ability to remove limbs” to a list of Fenton’s powers.

“I’ll include a list of “tasks”” Fenton’s disembodied hand made finger quotes, “we gave Dan to keep him occupied. There’s some at the bottom for you guys. They’re mostly just blatant abuse of his powers for the sake of fun and science. I’d appreciate it if you’d let him mark things off the list and add notes on how it goes. Or you can do it. Or I can steal your cameras. Your choice.”

He thought for a second. “I think you’re supposed to leave, like, pizza money or something, but I don’t think you can get pizza delivered to space. Anyway, thanks for letting me blab your ears off while Dan’s probably committing war crimes for twelve minutes. For your sake, I hope he inherited my interest in space. Good luck! Thanks for babysitting!”

Waving with his still detached hand, Fenton ended the video. Batman closed it and opened the PDF as the few other members present murmured amongst themselves. Most of the pages were filled with a curling script Batman didn’t recognize. The fourth page had a huge, bolded header, reading JP TASKS.

The door opened and shut in half a second as the Flash burst in. “Superman!” The speedster wailed. “I can’t get this thing off of me!”

The Flash waved his arm around, sending small droplets of blood flying as he tried to dislodge the creature sinking his teeth into the speedster’s arm. Batman raised an eyebrow beneath his cowl as Superman quickly lent his super strength in attempt to pry the creature’s jaw open. Dan didn’t budge.

Well, he could certainly see the family resemblance been Fenton, Dani, and Dan. Shaking his head, he turned back to the list.

Task 1: Find Dan. He’s probably attacking someone.

He highlighted the text and crossed it out. This was going to be a long shift.

[Anon, this is me crying over the wonderful gift you have given me. You bastard.]

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"Do you think Fenton's regeneration powers extend to his..." Green Lantern frowned, trying to remember the word the kid had used but coming up blank. "I dunno. But do you think if we cut off little Dan here, he'll heal back up with no problem?" He gestured helplessly to the scene in front of him. Flash was still screeching about the beast on his arm, and now Superman and Wonder Woman were trying to pry him off. Batman was standing to the side, silently bemoaning the lack of quiet. He just wanted one peaceful shift. Just one. Please.

"I'd like to see you try, hero. And I'm not little." Dan spoke, startling all of them. His grip on Flash's arm tightened, making the speedster squeal before releasing the man and spitting out a mouthful of his blood. Batman noticed that his mouth didn't move despite the clearly spoken words. In fact, when Dan closed his mouth, it was like he didn't have one at all.

"So you do speak!" Superman marveled.

"Of course I do. I am not unintelligent, unlike you lot."

Despite his pain, Flash still made sounds of protest that everyone promptly ignored.

Superman flushed. "I just wasn't sure. It was hard to tell in the video."

"Ah, yes. The video that the Fenton menace sent you. Was there a note for me in the flash drive?"

"Uh, no." In one of his less finer moments, Green Lantern stuttered over his words and moved in front of Batman, obviously lying. Dan merely growled and flew through both men, heading straight for the giant monitor. Batman barely suppressed a shiver. Density shifting? Might as well add it to the list. He could see Martian Manhunter, who was in the back of the room, tilt his head at the display.

Dan ignored the room as he used his entire body to manipulate the computer mouse and scrolled back up to the top of the page. Staring intently at the scribbles no one could make out, the heroes could do nothing but shoot each other nervous and confused glances. More than a few of them jumped when Dan chuckled deeply. Honestly, his tiny body was at complete odds with his baritone voice.

"Maybe rehab will be fun if he's letting me do this." Dan sneered, flashing their reflections a sharp fang. No one wanted to ask what exactly he was in rehab for. The little beast turned his gaze to Batman. "You are the one called Batman, who rules the cursed city, correct?" The dark hero nodded, not trusting himself to say anything. "Excellent. You will be my chaperone for now, just as Fenton decreed it. Good luck, mortal man. Pray, I do not destroy your home a second time."

Without any time to unpack that conversation, Dan promptly disappeared from view. Some blinking text caught his attention, and Batman scrolled back down to the English text, glancing at the next few items on the list.

Task 2: Do not let Dan read his portion of this letter until you have a way to track him. There is no containing him.

Task 3: Keep him with a chaperone at all times. (If you can)

Task 4: Do not let Dan back into Gotham unless you're fine with a sudden decrease in the clown population.

Task 5: Take him for a walk in Death Valley. He likes hunting lizards.

Task 6: Make sure he goes down for his 2pm nap every day.

Task 7: He'll ask for it, but do not give him any burgers for mealtime. It upsets his stomach.

Task 8: Dan gets ONE(1) sweet after dinner before brushing his teeth. Those green pop rocks Batman always carries will do fine; he likes those. :)

A sudden alarm blared from his wristwatch, making Batman tear his eyes away from the screen, indicating an emergency at Arkham. This time, Batman actually sighed out loud. There was more to the list, but right now, he really needed to find their new charge before he killed the Joker, from the sound of it.

#pondhead replies #anon let me kiss you on the mouth (platonically)#danny phantom #little baby man danny #except he's dan #supervillain danny au #god i can't get the elongated cat meme image out of my head #you are a genius #if you didn't catch it gotham was the city he destroyed #what did fenton tell him to do you ask?#well dan is very good at hunting #causing chaos and bringing certain peoples to justice all over the world #like a reverse santa #he also gave dan permission to go buck wild on the joker if batman brought him to gotham #if batman didn't STOP his escape to gotham #that counts right?#long post #dpxdc

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freckliedan · 5 months

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I’ve seen a few people in recent times being all like “don’t assume dnp to be anything but best friends unless they say it outright they’re a couple you’re making them uncomfortable” or whatever and I can’t help but think… switch out one of them for a girl. If this were a het pair we were looking at I bet these people wouldn’t hesitate to think differently.

Take all the 2009 tweets/dailybooths, the vday vid, the living together for years, going on vacations together, having all the traditions & jokes they have. All the times Dan goes to see Phil’s family. The fact they’ve never been around another human enough for anyone to assume they have a different partner (who they’d never have time for anyway when dnp literally make a big deal of how much time they spend together) Dan literally confirming their relationship was more than romantic (at least at some point) in his coming out video. The double dates they go on with other confirmed couples. How casually they’re talked about as a pair by other people/YouTubers. Slip ups confirming ‘the bed’ ‘the bedroom’ ‘don’t worry guys only I saw Phil’s butt in the mirror not the people on my zoom call” it being known they stayed in a place with 2 bedrooms with another couple in Australia. Posing for naked photos together. One being a literal biological uncle and the other one literally being referred to as a uncle too by the baby’s mother.

The genuine love and affection they have for each other. The way they can’t shut up about the other. Being each others biggest fans. The way they have talked hypothetically about getting a pet together (and had a bloody fish) and the main kicker…. Literally been thinking and designing a FOREVER HOME together since 2017 and now live in it. Together. 😱

If this was a girl & boy no one would think different but bc it’s 2 men people be like… we’ll actually they never said it explicitly so blah blah blah. What a weird heteronormative world some still live in

genuinely yeah. a huge part of it is just straight up homophobia, but i think the average person who doesn't really pay attention to them/is completely unfamiliar with them DOES actually look at all that and take away the idea that they're a couple at this point in time.

i think an aspect of it with people who are the most vehemently "they're just friends" is like. a lot of the time that's coming from people who did follow them at some point in time, who were involved with the fandom—and who now are acting from a place of shame and unfettered cringe over their past actions & making that everyone else's problem.

sometimes it is really funny to me when people Just Don't Get It though like... dan and phil aren't FOR them. it's not about people who don't get it and that's not the audience dan and phil are prioritizing. and i'm utterly fucking delighted for them that they've pulled off this level of ambiguity for so long even after coming out.

#no but yeah my abusive ex friend tried being like 'you're doing exactly what dan howell asked people not to do in his coming out video'#abt me... talking about facts abt dan and phil's life to new coworkers at work and abt how much i admire them. girl help #i think i know more about dan and phil than you do genius #i'm not fucking... looking up floor plans to their home or finding copies of legal documents with their real signatures rather than #autograph signatures and shit like that so like.. i'm pretty sure i'm good #with the not being invasive.#jam replies #anon #phan

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ughgoaway · 5 months

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Gingerbread house anon here.

Here's an idea for the All I want for Christmas prompt

Annie writes on her letter to Santa that she wants a sibling. Funnily enough, Reader had recently found out that she was pregnant and still hasn't told anyone (not even Matty). When Matty shows reader the letter, he asks her how she feels about it. I'm not sure if reader and Matty have talked about having kids but that doesn't really matter because even if they have, reader is like: What do you think????? I'm not entirely sure what matty would say so I'm leaving that up to you. Flash forward to Christmas morning and they are exchanging presents. Reader passes a little tiny box to Annie, who's sitting in Matty's lap. Annie opens it and it has a pregnancy test inside. Annie doesn't know what that is so she's adorably confused. Matty, on the other hand is in shock, snatches the test off of Annie's hand and looks at it. After checking that it is a real test and that it's says positive, he just stats crying. Reader starts crying as well, and Annie is just there confused and on the verge of tears because her parents are crying.

🍪 (I'll start signing this thingies with a cookie so I don't have to constantly say that I'm the gingerbread house anon)

gingerbread anon coming through with the BEST IDEAS???? inspiring 2 fics in like 2 days must be a new record bff

I fucking love this. yes yes yes yes. it's amazing, you're amazing- just MUWAH!

I am 100% gonna write this. It might not be out tomorrow as scheduled bc I wanna take my time with it, but oh thank you so much!!

and yay!! I'll keep my eye out for a little cookie in my inbox now 🍪<3333

#you are a genius i love u #like this is so sweet and perfect #annie being like “GUYS WHATS HAPPENING HELLO???” lowkey has me dyinggggg #🍪 anon #teacher au!

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theloveinc · 22 days

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Shinsou that typa man who his friend will look at you and say "Damn shes hot" and he'll dreamily say "yeahhhh" and then 1 minute later side-eye the guy and be like "dont look at her"

LOLLLL SO TRUE and actually how monoma ends up with a fat bruise on his shoulder for two weeks after (poor shinso does not know his own strength sighhhhh </3)

#shinso #monoma gets it and he doesnt even remember what he did (even tho only like 30 seconds have passed LMFAOOO)#'what was that for !!!' + 'you can't think that' + 'YOU AGREED WITH ME?????'#lmfao their friendship is so wild i kinda love it #esp weirdo monoma shinso kinda has to police #well meaning but........... handsy u know #anyway sdfakjldshk anon ur a shinso genius #this is esp early in the relationship coded #my handsome boy :((#THANK U FOR THE ASK!#caitie things #gen #anon

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zombie-the-derg · 15 days

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i love seeing artists / others post about my anonymous asks because I get to sit back and giggle like "hee-hee whoever would ask that" and its something completely normal that I definitely could have asked without being anonymous.

#ask #ask blog #anon ask #tumblr #evil #i am the evil genius asking “what would happen if your OC ate a really big borgir. do they like burgir.”#tumblr newbies #art #silly #art on tumblr

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spaceyflowerswriting · 2 years

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Hello Adrien~ how are you? I hope you've been doing well! Thank you so much for taking the time to accept and write the request I submitted to you. You released it at such perfect timing b/c I was in bed, sick and miserable, but reading your Jonggun x reader made my week and made me feel nice and comforted🥰 as always, I enjoy your characterization of lookism characters and I'm amazed on how you're able to write for so many characters in different prompts like you're a great writer and I hope that you continue to do what you enjoy doing^^

Since I saw that your requests are back open, is it okay if I request a reunion between Jonggun x reader who broke up a few years ago b/c Jonggun didn't want to involve reader into his life as a full-time Yamazaki head since his lifestyle would put them in danger but he and reader still love each other? Whether or not they decide to get back together is totally up to you! Please and thank you for always gracing the Fandom with your wonderful writing❤

-🍒

perhaps (gun park x reader)

details: soft angst-y oneshot, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and gun are exes that still love each other

summary: gun has a sudden reunion with his ex. many feelings are spilled.

a/n: hello cherry anon !! ive indeed been well, i hope the same goes for you T_T + thank YOU for sending requests and enjoying my writing !! im glad it made you feel better 💓

also i really appreciate ur compliments :(( 💖💖 hearing that people like my characterizations always cheers me up ;_;

here's your request, thanks again <33

Gun's hand reached into his pocket once more to grab his box of cigarettes. He pulled out another cigarette for the night and put the box back to feel around his pockets for his lighter. As soon as he found it, he quickly lit up his cigarette and put the lighter back away as well.

Slowly inhaling... slowly exhaling; watching the smoke escape his lips as he blew it out. The only thing that made it visible were the dim lamp posts nearby the fountain he was currently seated on the edge of.

Feelings of temporary relaxation filled him up, as well as the cool, fresh air of the quiet city night. This was what he needed after his long day. No, make that a week.

He felt rather pathetic thinking about the heavy weight on his mind that he allowed to cause such a wreck of a week for him. And to think it was triggered by a song he hadn't heard in years, playing on an old record player he was looking at in an antique store.

Was this simply a period of grieving he was going through? Was he missing the bittersweet memories of a person he cut off and tried to bury long ago? Ah, but "person" was rather insulting to use to describe you. "Someone he deeply loved and cared for," was a much better descriptor.

If only you were just a "person," though. He wouldn't be feeling so sentimental then. He wouldn't care so much.

The particular memory resurfaced every once in a while, it was just easy to ignore when it was a thought. Hearing something directly from the memory causing him to nearly relive it, however, that he could not just ignore.

Muffled but recognizable, a traditional Japanese song was playing from the inside of Gun's home when he stood outside to have his last conversation with you. He figured one of his older relatives was playing it. Such a small detail, yet it was something that stuck with him. As for what was said in the conversation, he couldn't recall exactly, but your glossy eyed expression and the emotions he felt that day he remembered crystal clear.

At least because of those clear memories, he could guess what he said to you. Something rash, something immature and inconsiderate of your feelings. Despite that, he--in some strange way--still felt like he did the right thing, but he wished he had listened to you more instead of turn you away by insisting what he was doing was the best option for the both of you.

It felt selfish to think such a thought, though, because the reason he regretted breaking up with you the most was hurting you and not having you by his side anymore. He missed having someone that made his heart race in a way that wasn't related to fighting. He missed having someone he could wholeheartedly trust. He missed having a companion.

He missed you.

Of course, he hoped you felt the same. But how could anyone still harbor love for a person that pushed them away so harshly?

"Oh my gosh, hi! I didn't expect to see you here," a rather cheerful yet stiff voice called out.

Gun moved his gaze from the empty sky to the side where he saw someone smiling nervously at him. They sat down too closely to him for a stranger and asked him how his night was going.

He blankly stared at them, unable to feel much other than slight irritation. He just looked the other way and continued to inhale the smoke of his cigarette, every breath helping to keep his mood steady despite his rampant thoughts.

"Right, haha..." said the person, as if Gun replied with something. They then cleared their throat and very quietly said, "Sorry for disturbing your night, but someone's been following me. I'm hoping if I pretend to hang around a friend they'll leave me alone."

Ah. That kind of situation.

Gun knew he had no business playing hero, but he was a decent enough man to help someone innocent in need if it was happening right in front of him. Plus, he had time to spare anyway.

He dropped his finished cigarette onto the floor and gave it a firm stomp. After making sure it was extinguished, he picked it up to flick it into a trash can nearby and finally turned back to look at the stranger.

"I see. Let's talk, then." Honestly, he had to applaud the stranger for daring to approach him. Surely he must've looked as scary as whoever was following them?

"Thank you!" The person set down a bag they were holding into their lap and began to ramble about random things concerning how their day was spent. Gun listened half-heartedly, nodding and replying when polite, and occasionally checking his watch. He wanted to get home before 1 AM at least.

However, the longer he spent with the stranger, the more he felt himself losing track of time. They started to feel familiar. His intuition was never wrong, so he tried to study this person and make connections. The way they spoke, their mannerisms, their facial features: everything about them lead him to a blurry conclusion.

This stranger... were they you?

"What about you? How was your day?" The person still looked nervous. "Oh, wait, nevermind, I've definitely talked too long now. I should head home, thanks for keeping me company!" After an awkward beat of silence, they added, "Friend!"

Gun eyed them suspiciously, but with no malice. And in his ever so straightforward fashion, he said, "Of course. But before you go, may I ask you something?"

"Yes?"

"Is your name..."

When he finished his question, the stranger's--your eyes widened.

"So it is you." Gun nodded, not quite sure how he was feeling at the moment. Ironic was most likely the best word. "Do you perhaps remember me?"

"Uh..." You fidgeted with your fingers, looking away. "Gun," you muttered, "Jonggun Park?"

"That's right." A new emotion washed over him. Relief? Happiness that you had kept him in your memories after the passing years? Well, you most likely didn't remember him in a good light...

You shifted in your seat before turning back to look at him, laughing sheepishly. "I knew you looked kind of familiar. No one wears slicked back hair as good as you." The compliment made Gun raise a brow as quickly as you had slapped a hand over your mouth. "I'm so sorry, that was really inappropriate to say." Your hand slid down and you vaguely gestured with it. "I-I meant no one wears slicked back hair like you. As in, um, it's a very... you look. You know?"

Some people really don't change no matter how many years go by.

A chuckle left Gun before he could stop himself. He'd imagined many times what it would be like to see you again, and the things he'd say. He would apologize first and foremost, but then explain himself and ask if you'd like to start anew. If you said yes, great, if not, then he'd respect your decision.

This time he would hear you out. Maybe there would be an argument and you both would part just as terribly as in the past, or maybe you two would make up and mutually agree to stay out of each other's lives.

Whatever scenario he thought up of, it wasn't anything like this. Still, he knew you better than that.

"We should cut to the chase, don't you think?"

Your smile faded as your brows slightly knit together. "I know we're exes, but that doesn't mean we have to be hostile to each other."

Gun still had a raised brow. "Even though the reason we aren't together anymore wasn't peaceful?"

Immediately, any lightheartedness in the mood blew away with the wind, revealing only the tense feelings shared between the both of you.

"Gun..." You moved your gaze away once more. "What's happened in the past can stay in the past. I've moved on." You held up a hand just as he was about to question you. "And before you ask, yes, I can't help but still hold a little grudge against you, but I understand now. I was upset back then, but after having years to think about it and mature, I get why you did what you did."

He nodded, taking note of your sincerity. "I suppose I don't have to explain myself then."

"No, you don't," you sighed softly.

"Then... at least allow me to say I'm sorry, too." You stayed quiet. "I didn't give you a chance to explain your feelings. It was arrogant of me to decide where we should take our relationship without hearing your input." Gun subconsciously turned away from you as well. "But I will say I don't regret what I told you. You knew very well the dangers that came with associating with someone involved with the Yakuza. Especially as the head of a clan."

"Right. You were keeping me away for my own safety. I know." You sounded tired, like you were being lectured at. "It probably was the best decision for our relationship. Didn't really stop me from hurting, though." A somewhat bitter laugh came along your last sentence. "It definitely hurt a lot more back then when I didn't understand, but even today..."

Gun didn't need to hear you finish what you were going to say to get the message. He said your name and then, "I feel the same. In all honesty, I miss having your presence in my life." He looked back at you. "You know, when I said I don't regret what I said, I meant it. Although, I do somewhat regret what I did: cutting off all ties with you. It was the logical thing to do, to ensure no one could trace you to me or vice versa, but sometimes I feel it did more harm than good to us."

"Hm." You shrugged with little emotion. "You look like you did fine without me."

"And you?"

"I turned out fine, too, I think." You didn't lift your head up to meet Gun's eyes, but you turned back at least to look at him. "I'm not dressed in rich people brands or anything, but I'm living. I have friends and a comfortable home."

The mention of his clothes mildly embarrassed Gun, but he quickly brushed it off. "That's good. You're living a normal life."

"Yeah. The kind you wanted me to live."

Well. That just stung.

He went quiet for a moment, thinking carefully of what to say next. "Are you happy--"

"What's the point of this conversation?" You cut him off, voice strained. "I know you hate beating around the bush, so just tell me what you're trying to say."

"...You're right." Gun sat up straighter and rested his hands on his knees. "I miss you. But I'm still living the kind of life I told you to stay away from. Do you see my problem?"

You let out another laugh, this one sharp and short. "Glad to know you haven't changed much. Still living a dangerous lifestyle and still not asking for my opinion."

"Except this time I don't think I need to ask for your opinion. You've made it rather clear where your feelings lie for me."

There was a moment of silence before you sighed. "I hate your confidence and your knack for reading people correctly."

"I think even a child would be able to pick up that you miss me from the bittersweet way you spoke."

"Shut up." He smiled softly, seeing you attempt to hide the small smile on your face. "What do you want me to say anyway?"

"I want to hear what you think. I'm making up for my past mistakes. Most importantly, I want you back in my life, but only if you want me back in yours as well." The unfamiliar feeling of mild nervousness had Gun conflicted on what to do. "Back then, I said we should never see each other again, no matter what, but maybe if we tried now we could make it work."

Finally, you looked up to make eye contact with him. "Why don't you just leave your criminal life behind?"

"I can't. And I don't want to." As your expression turned into one of concern, he went on to say, "It's just the kind of life I'm suited for. Call me immoral or a bad person; I'll be whatever that allows me to keep fighting. You already know I live by my own standards anyway."

"You're as weird as ever," you chuckled with a shake of your head.

"Yet you fell in love with me anyway."

"I know. That was my fault."

"Give me some credit for charming you at least." He leaned to the side just in time to dodge your hand moving to whack his shoulder.

After a huff, your shoulders dropped and a worried frown replaced your smile. "I don't know what to do. I do know I want to be by your side, though, and it's honestly relieving to hear you've been missing me all these years, too. It's just... are you sure this is okay? What do you mean by we could work things out now? How's it going to be any different from the past?"

Gun slowly replied, "The harsh truth is that it won't be any different. I still advise you to stay away, but my selfish side wants you by me despite the danger. It tells me I'll just make sure my work doesn't affect you." You nodded along while he added, "I won't force you into my lifestyle, either, of course. It'd be inappropriate to shove someone into a life they're not made for. Even if I do get you used to it, that doesn't guarantee you'll ever grow fit for it. Some people are not made for certain things. And... I want you to be happy with me, not miserable."

He let his words hang in the air for a while, to make sure you could properly digest them and then said, "There. That's all I can say." He crossed his arms. "I now leave the decision up to you. We're both adults now, aren't we? We've had time to grow and we can make our own decisions and talk things out like adults do. Whatever you choose, I understand."

"This is all very sudden, you know." Your frown turned even more lopsided. "After experiencing the horrific feeling of thinking someone's following me, I run into someone who I thought vaguely resembled my ex from when I was a teenager, only to find out he IS my ex and wants me back the same way I do, too. Except it's not that simple." You sighed in frustration and Gun nodded in sympathy.

"I'm not expecting you to think of an answer right away. I understand this is all very sudden." He reached a hand out, placing it atop of yours which was resting on the fountain edge. "I'll wait as long as needed. As long as you give me an answer, I'll be satisfied. Patience is needed for love, after all, whether that love flourishes or is buried as a loving memory."

"Okay." It seemed like you were trying to give him a reassuring smile as you stammered, "I'll--I'll think about it, then."

"Please take your time." Gun glanced at his watch. It was nearing 1 AM, and he decided you two had spoken enough. "It's become rather late, so I believe we should head home. Would you like me to walk you to your place?"

You scrambled up, grabbing your bag with a hand and leaving the other free to wave at Gun. "Oh, no, it's okay! It's been quite a while, I don't think the person following me is still sticking around."

"Nonsense, how ridiculous would it be if I let you walk home alone only to find your death on the news tomorrow morning?"

He had tried to say it in a half joking way, but the wide eyed look you gave him said you clearly didn't see it that way. At least until you began to laugh.

Once you quickly settled down, you had a soft smile resting on your lips. "Asking me a question only to ignore what my reply is and do whatever you want. Your feigned politeness hasn't changed either, I see."

Gun decided not to mention he was attempting to make a joke. "I hope you realize you haven't changed much either. You're still the same person I loved then, and love even now." He smirked when you began to look a little nervous.

"Right..." You side stepped and gestured forward. "I'll get going then. You can walk with me since you insist."

"Good." He followed after your stride, walking alongside you and easily keeping up with your pace. "What were you doing out so late, if you don't mind me asking?"

You glanced down at the bag in your hand. "Um... midnight snack craving."

Now it was Gun's turn to laugh and bring up the repeated sentiment of, "You really haven't changed."

"Whatever." You playfully rolled your eyes. "Can I ask why you're wearing sunglasses at night?"

"...That's a story for another day."

"...Right." Your eyes lit up as a new topic popped into your head. "Oh, and I can't believe you smoke now. I know you did it a few times whenever you were offered a cigarette when you were younger, but you should really stop if you want to live a long life."

Gun chuckled. "I'll think about it."

In some miraculous way or another, the rest of the walk to your house went peacefully. With a little healthy bickering, of course. You both exchanged phone numbers before finally parting ways.

On his way back home, Gun found himself thinking again, "Ah, that was exactly what I needed." Forget the cigarette he was using earlier as a stress reliever. Apparently what he needed most was a real conversation with the ex he still loved, and luck decided to be on his side today.

Yet, out of habit, (and because his walk home was extended by accompanying you home) he was pulling out another cigarette and lighting it.

"I wonder what decision they'll make."

#lookism x reader #gun park x reader #gun park #requests #i have decided to leave the relationship status to the reader B]#anyway i feel like this oneshot perfectly captures/allowed me to show how i characterize gun #like hes just some freak but he's Romantic and not entirely heartless despite how harshly he acts #that side of him is best shown thru eli; letting eli go by saying hes 'gotten soft'#and then him actually keeping olly's promise to not hurt eli?! youd think gun would be like-#'nah eli got me fucked up im gonna kill him anyway' but he stayed true to what he told olly #'i only grant dead people favors.' he truly lives by his standards only..#him being harsh is just how he is as a 'nuturer' (according to his genius title lol)#outside of that tho? hes cold. calculative. but hes still human. youd just have to be damn lucky to even get a glimpse at his softer side #hes surrounded by coworkers anyway he doesnt find the need to be 'nice' to them only 'professional'#maybe im being delusional and am only romanticizing a criminal but. oh well 💖#shoutout to anon for this request!!!!!! got me writing a whole mini 'character analysis' essay in the tags !!!#btw if ptj releases anything in the future debunking my gun analysis i will cry 💔 /lh

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hrokkall · 11 months

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hey crow. how was p2 going for ya (definitely didn't watch you stream it /j)

That boulder sure can push back

#Re: Inbox #Re: Anon #TL;DR P-2 was good it took me nearly an hour and a half and the lore was a full course meal #As for the less concise version:#I GOT MY ASS **KICKED** KICKED #THE FIGHT WAS SO FUCKING COOL THOUGH AND SO WAS THE TERMINAL ENTRY AT THE END AND SISYPHUS'S TERMINAL ENTRY AND #I have so so SO much to say about it you guys have no idea this game keeps giving me everything I want #It gives genius loci and robots who are inadvertently human and machines both divine and mechanical abandoned by their creators and canon-#game mechanics and body horror and romance in the violence/violence in the romance and blue & orange morality and environmental storytellin #A gift that keeps on giving it's like engineered to be my personal sort of catnip. All it needs is messy divorce (joking)#Anyway P-2 did NOT disappoint Sisyphus prime looks so damn cool #I still have no idea where his husk's head is though. I was talking with a friend about it on call and I concluded that it's probably not i #P-2 because if that was used as a means of torture (as in ''look at your own face; the sight of which made your army lose all morale'') it-#would just make Sisyphus angrier and even more stubborn which is the opposite of what they were going for. Can't break this guy #Anyway yeah that's the extended version of my thoughts on P-2. I want to make a whole headcanon post about machines and their dynamics now #(Because of the entry 02 terminal gladiator trading thing. That's what I headcanoned initially but seeing it confirmed makes me SO happy)#Stoat Plays

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fideidefenswhore · 1 year

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How do we know that COA was offered her daughter made bona fides and kept princess? When was this?

It was an offer made by Henry alongside Campeggio when he was there before the trial, that her acceptance of the offer meant the trial could be foregone ....

We (Wolsey and Campeggio) are agreed in opinion to test the mind of the Queen, and to persuade her to consent to the separation, and to enter the profession of some religion. For this purpose his Lordship promised me the assistance of himself and all the prelates of the kingdom, and the favor of the King, and that the Queen shall have any honorable conditions which she demands, retain her station as Queen*, and not lose anything except "l'uso della persona del Re," which he (Wolsey) says she has lost for many years; allowing her her dowry, rents, ornaments, and assignments for her support, and many other things; especially that the succession of the kingdom for the present shall be established in her daughter, by the ordinance and consent of all the estates, in case there should never be any legitimate male heir.

....(although, actually I don't exactly remember, that might have just been one stage of the offer...another might have been that her absence from the trial would ensure a result in Henry's favor; as we know she refused to attend after her speech and it did not, so whether or not that was true...Campeggio had a decretal comission to declare the marriage valid or invalid at Blackfriars and didn't, so in some sense they both got played, although Catherine only in hindsight...ironically, she would later vehemently complain about the severe injustice of the delay in any resolution, but she was the one that had interceded for that delay**, demanding the case only be tried in Rome). Even her counsel at the time, before becoming as contumacious as he did (Bishop Fisher), advised her to take this 'deal', as it were. Off the cuff, I don't remember every reference made to it, Chapuys some months later does also mention (very conditional) 'offers' made to her, but the dispatch is frustratingly vague:

Meanwhile the Queen is daily assailed by people making her all manner of offers, if she will only consent to the divorce; but she remains as firm as ever [...]

In 1533 Chapuys reports Catherine as having said she was willing to take the 'offer' made to her by the King's council three years ago, that then she had thought it was a feint to induce her to accept demotion, but she would accept it now. He does not specify what this offer was, I remember I went back to the sources of when Henry's council visited and argued with her and it was not clear then, either, but I always wondered if that was what she was alluding to. If so it was too late at that point; Henry had decided that the issue of any union that contravened divine law was irrevocably illegitimate (although technically, he would not manage to garner Parliamentary assent for this notion until three years later, he only managed it by implication in 1534), and he believed that was what it was.

Often apologia of Catherine's stance in the late 1520s has been, why should she have even considered that inducement, how was it even presented as an 'offer', even if the papacy had annulled the marriage, Mary would be bona fides regardless, etc. It was presented as an offer, inducement, compromise of sorts because in England that was not the legal precedent (ie, an offer made on behalf of her daughter that was not guaranteed otherwise):

"[Henry VIII] now argued she would would be barred by illegitimacy. This contention puzzled continental contemporaries because elsewhere in western Europe those children born to couples who in good faith believed themselves validly married were treated as legitimate. Nevertheless, Henry was right. After a period of some uncertainty, by the late fourteenth century England had opted out of the bona fides principle. As Sir John Baker notes, 'succession problems were usually debated in legal terms and in accordance with the common law canons of inheritance.' A successful challenge to his marriage would thus automatically bastardise Mary and leave Henry no direct heir... [although] Mary could have been legitimated by statute." - JF Hadwin, The Journal of Ecclesiastical History

*One assumes this meant only a ceremonial title of some sort, ie Dowager Queen of England, as her sister-in-law was still referred to as Queen of France.

**Probably not anticipating resolution would not take place for another four years, but...still.

#anon #so...i think the answer has to be that catherine believed she would win #and she was vindicated although this was something of a pyrrhic victory for her own lifetime #and beyond it if we are considering 1536-52 #or maybe she was not aware of this precedent which doesn't speak very highly of her advisors #her stans kind of want it both ways in a lot of aspects of the GM which is sort of like...#well either she was ignorant of certain things or knew them and decided to take the gamble #which presents a bit of an either/or with the Genius of the Tudor Court versus Devoted Mother Above All except for them it has to be both #the pragmatic solution would have been to put henry to oath with witnesses that mary would be first in succession after any sons #by subsequent marriage... in exchange for her agreement #to either enter convent (although as the article i quoted argues that wouldn't have really been an entire solution in and of itself) or #to tell charles v not to interfere and let the matter run its course in the courts #that is of course something of a secular perspective but isn't that the win win? if you win then great she's ahead of everyone #if you don't at least there's the chance for the throne #this was basically what did end up happening with the caveat that she was still illegitimate but at that point it had nothing to do w/ coa #more like in spite of her #royal retirement also /= an admission of sin; people seem to have really minimal historic literacy on this subject...#charles v retired to a monastery in 1556.#although traditionally it was for royal widows #(catherine of valois; eleanor of provence; elizabeth woodville...)#there might have been the crux of her moral opposition.#henry insisted she was arthur's widow; catherine insisted she was not

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rowavolo · 4 months

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i cant remember where, but i once saw this headcanon that ever since making pacts with the brothers, whenever mc “ indulges “ in one of their sins, their pact mark and eyes glow that respective color.

(i am not immune to glowing eyes propaganda. call it “blinded by sin” for an in-universe reason or whatever it’s cool and that’s what matters)

anyway, i haven’t been able to get it out of my head ever since. lucifer, who always makes sure to compliment you extra whenever you’ve done well, or when he simply feels like pointing out your beauty, or maybe because you’re one of the few points he’s allowed himself to be selfish on. he knows you hold his opinion highly, and is never more grateful for that fact than when he’s seeing the slow creep of his blue over your irises. diavolo, somewhat jealous he’s not bonded with a sin like the brothers are, glaring at the marks whenever they shine—and whether or not he can actually see them is irrelevant; he can sense them, sense the demonic magic shimmering over your skin, and it’s certainly enough to ruffle his feathers. no, he won’t have that level of influence on you, but why don’t you make a pact with him anyway?

— blue (, very happy you liked the previous drabbles sent in <333)

ohhh my goodness, now THIS is such a cool idea omg. absolutely adding it to my headcanons about the devildom and demon pacts oogh.... lucifer praising me just to see the pact mark and eyes glow is SOOOO cool and so very <3333 im so weak for that omg,,,

and diavolo AAGH!!!! rolls on the floor little silly jealous guy <33 id absolutely make a pact with him eehehe <3

#i do have headcanons about each individual demon having a 'primary' sin they embody based on what they 'absorbed' the most of during #their formative years #(i imagine diavolos would likely be pride or possibly even envy)#GAAAGH this is such . this is so good im gonna be rotating this in my brain forever now. thank you Blue you are so epic #blue anon #rowavolo #lucifer x rowan #for me #asks #chewing on this gnawing on this going grrr grgrrrr grrr grrrgh #fav #CALLING IT BLINDED BY SIN IS SUCH A STROKE OF GENIUS OH MAN #rule of cool is always what matters most tbh

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genius-daddy · 5 months

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timezones are so silly but kiss kiss to you sir, mwah mwah

can i get you anything? a coffee or something to keep the mind running?

-🐠

Yes please. Im gonna need it.

#ever feel like you're losing yourself?#i know its stupid because I am an ADULT but.... I think I need to stop focusing on being what online sees me as #which I might have wrong #but is an emotionally unavailable bad boy?#I'm too tired right now to keep it up.#apologies for ranting #Back to your regularly scheduled horniness.#asks #anon asks #geniusdaddy #genius talks #🐠 anon

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thetaoofbetty · 1 year

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clout? on tumblr dot com?

okay

#anonymous #very weird behavior from the kids #clout from a half dead website for a show almost no one watches anymore #amazing #i'm a genius i guess #gonna time travel to baby me and explain what clout is and that i need to stop liking betty and veronica decades before rvd exists #bc anon says so on the internet #alright goodnight

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anxiously-sidequesting · 6 months

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idk ill pitch Casper for the schismist bitch thats what i thoought

((btw for context this anon sent a second ask saying "well. Kasper" so im adding it here instead))

Casper was too normal* i love Kasper much better because he HAS to be ✨Unique and Special ✨ in some shape or form. Also can i just say "the schismist bitch" is the best way i've ever heard anyone refer to him as. im getting that tattooed on my body /j

(* i say Casper is too normal but i legit just put generic ass names like Brian and Andrew in my poll LMFAO im stupid. so Casper can stay too)

#what if his name actually is casper but in order to be cool he crosses it out and unofficially renamed himself kasper #like he introduces himself like “my name is kasper. BUT WITH A 'K'!!!!! K IS FOR KOOL!!!!!”#thats such a fucking genius idea he would actually do that #anon has a big ass brain here. this is a good idea #wizard101 #w101 #wiz101 #asks #anon

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rewritingcanon · 8 months

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phantom of the opera scorbus?

And yes pollyyyyy would be great as a rival interest!!!

someone write this rn. fandom get on it.

#if being a genius was illegal this anon is going straight behind bars NO BAIL #polly gonna kidnap scorpius fr. her love language actually.#and yknow ive literally read fics where POLLY AND ALBUS are a thing. why??? what??? what is the reason???#she literally has a CRUSH ON SCORPIUS AND YOURE PAIRING HER UP WITH THE FRUITIEST MF IN THIS VERSE??#neither albus nor polly likes the other AT ALL. stop playing guyz 😢#like keep thinking abt them dating. im gonna imagine them in a death match over scorpius in which rose eats popcorn as a spectator #harry potter #hp #hpcc #cursed child #scorpius malfoy #albus severus potter #scorbus #albus potter #polly chapman #hpng #rewriting #ask #anon

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antimonyandthyme · 1 year

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'until some tragic thing happens'...

Athy pls no don't do that/j

But imagine, seb and max being dynamic duo (their drift compatibility is holding record at shatterdom), max coming out of his shell, actually making effort to be with people (team playing, learning about their habits etc) and seb finally letting his accident go (visiting his friend's grave, holding max's hand (max is trying not to think how small seb's hand is))

oh oh 'until some tragic thing happens' like... like kaiju attack. not your typical kaiju attack bc they never attacked together before, always alone. but not this time. max and seb dealt with first monster but much smaller but sneakier one got behind and strikes them right in the middle, max got a hit at his head and lost consciousness for a moment, seb immediately understand what he had to do. it is tricky, to hold jaeger on your own without your partner, seb almost lost consciousness himself but he can't. he can't lose max, he won't survive it. so he dispatched max from jaeger and send him away, away from battle but in his moment of weakness he didn't close the drift. he wants to feel max right before his last breath.

imagine max waking up to news that his partner, his one and only partner, is dead trying to save him. no he screams, no he cries, no he muttered. shatterdom staff let him grieve (after all seb was beloved by many)

days come and go, max still grieves. he isn't laying down no, he is training like never before, he doesn't talk with his peers, he almost live in church, asking, begging for something he know he would never take. but something isn't right. something buzzing him at back of his mind. one day it came to him.

oh. the drift never closed. max never felt seb's death.

hope is dangerous thing but max could deal with danger. he said, asked, demanded, begged and head of shatterdom let the order to find a man. make it lowkey, search for a man (or his body) in hospitals, morgues etc.

max in his dreams started to search for that buzzing thing in his head, trying to call seb ('father, forgive me for thinking you would leave me'), it is so soft and making that noise like bees do. he is holding on that, knowing that seb would be delighted how max's end of bond looks like. max wonders how his end would look like. he can't wait until he asks the man himself.

searches went and came back, there is one man, who fits all signs and lays on hospital bed. max never run to car so fast in his life.

okay idk what am i doing but your line about some tragic event really make me think

Athy, i love all your /check notes/ 5 pacific rim aus (especially can't wait for vettonso one<3)

same seb/max pacific rim au anon

Anon are you... trying to make me cry... because I will... huehuehue... They should be making a movie out of your story I'd watch it I'd be the first in line... huehuehue... He never... cut the drift... he wanted... max to be the last thing he felt... Anon I'm sobbing on the ground...

First of all, Max giving Seb the courage to visit the grave of his old friend? The one who Seb thinks is gone because of him, and will never forgive himself for? Max holding on to Seb's hand tight as Seb dissolves into tears? Max thinking to himself, Hand tiny... Must protect forever...

Kaiju attack, Kaiju attack! They're dispatched from the Shatterdome. Anon--since this is your story, what should their Jaeger be called?

It's a fight with teeth and fangs and canons and metal-plated armour and Seb and Max are so concentrated on the Category IV in front of them that they aren't prepared for the Category III creeping up behind. Kaijus aren't known to work together. Jagged teeth rip through the centre of their Jaeger, and it's chaos. CODE RED CODE RED. EJECT EJECT.

Eject where? They're dead outside of the Jaeger, as is their city. That won't do. They stay in and try to fight, but the suit is falling apart. Machinery crumbles around them, and one large part falls and knocks Max clean out. Seb's screaming, "Max, Max! I need you, Max!" But Max is unconscious.

And well, Seb's already made his decision the day he decided to step into a Jaeger. Max will outlive him. He'll make sure of it. No one's heard of piloting a Jaeger solo for long, but this is the dead man's grip. The kind of grip that gives you enough strength to lift a car. Seb detaches Max from the suit, and sends him floating gently away. He can't bring himself to sever their neural link, it's the last thing he wants to know on this earth. And in a last-ditch attempt, he blows up the rest of the suit to defeat the 2 Kaiju.

When Max wakes, it's quiet. Why is it so quiet? It's not been quiet since Seb.

Where is he? he screams. Where is my partner? Where is Seb?

They tell him to take the time off, that the loss of a partner while in a drift is so traumatic some pilots never recover from it. Max thinks he'll fall into that statistic. He curls up in one of the benches in the church in the Shatterdome and cries himself to sleep.

Wait, wait. He jerks awake. What's that quiet buzzing sound at the back of his head? What's that pull toward someone he can no longer see? What's this?

Forgive me Father, for thinking you would ever leave me.

#athy texts #fanfic #rpf #max/seb #pacific rim au #priest/fighter pilot au #anon i would like to get on one knee and ask for a hand in marriage #would you like to have this flower i picked for you?#what about this picnic basket?#what about this lil heart i drew?#hue hue hue (the sound of me crying)#you are a genius beyond my comprehension

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