#a few of these are conditional tho

[thescarecrane]

SEXUAL  PREFERENCES.

BOLD    :   always  applies.          ITALIC    :    sometimes  applies.           STRIKE : never applies / hard limit.

INCLINATIONS  /  HABITS    : is submissive. is dominant. prefers to top. prefers to bottom. likes to switch. identifies as heterosexual. identifies as homosexual. identifies as bisexual. identifies as pansexual. identifies as demisexual. identifies as asexual. enjoys sex with men. enjoys sex with women. enjoys sex with aliens. enjoys sex with androids. enjoys sex with monsters. enjoys sex with any sex / gender. enjoys sex with multiple people at once. initiates. waits for partner to initiate. spits. swallows. prefers sex in the morning. prefers sex at night. will have sex anytime. no sex drive. low sex drive. average sex drive. high sex drive. hypersexual. fluctuating sex drive.

BODY    /    APPEARANCE   :  small build, medium build. athletic build, muscular build. curvy build. voluptuous build. wears boxers. wears briefs. wears boxer briefs. wears lingerie. goes ‘ commando ’. shaves / waxes. manscapes. doesn’t shave / wax.

SOUNDS :is silent/makes little to no sounds. is very quiet. is very loud. grows in volume over time. bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves. calls out partner’s name . curses. growls. fakes / exaggerates . prefers a quiet partner. prefers a loud / appropriately vocal partner. prefers a responsive partner. no preference towards partner’s volume. is turned on by dirty talk. is turned off by dirty talk.

TURN ONS / KINKS :  having their hands pinned. pinning their partner’s hands. having their hair pulled. pulling their partner’s hair. being watched ( by their partner ). being watched ( by a third party ). watching their partner. receiving oral. giving oral. calling their partner ‘ daddy / mommy ’. being called ‘ daddy / mommy ’. calling their partner ‘ master / mistress ’. being called ‘ master / mistress ’. giving praise. receiving praise. biting / marking. being bitten / marked. spanking. being spanked. teasing. being teased. having toys used on them. using toys on their partner. giving anal. receiving anal. choking. being choked. dirty talk. being tied up. tying their partner up. being worshiped. worshiping their partner. humiliating. being humiliated. degrading. being degraded. being pegged. pegging their partner. being edged. edging. age gap. anonymous sex. blood play. breeding. clothed / partially clothed. condoms. deep - throating. gun play. intercrural sex. knife play. lingerie. nipple play. orgasm denial. overstimulation. pregnancy. public sex. rimming. roleplay. sadism / masochism. size difference. somnophilia. squirting. Cummed on. Cummed inside

PLACES    :  airplane. alleyway. bath. beach. bedroom. boat. bus. car. cathedral / church. cemetery. closet. concert. dressing room. elevator. empty or abandoned building. field. forest. gym. home bathroom. hospital. kitchen. library. movie theatre. museum. ocean. parking lot. planetarium. pool. public bathroom. rooftop. school. sex club. shower. tent. terrace. train. workplace.

[vultursvolans]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ 𝓻𝔂𝓾𝔂𝓪𝓷

“If one day I perish in battle and cannot return home, could you please plant one of these flowers for me?”

“I’ll carry your memory in my hands and place it in the earth. But Jiyan… Don’t let it come to that."

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: slow burn, work relationship, mutual pining, afraid of love x dedicated to love, now or never

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐒: 24.03.2025 | lore | wuwa!ryu

𝐀𝐑𝐓:

moodboard by @sugurouge ! thank you! ᯓᡣ𐭩

[arataka-reigen]

Trying to stay positive abt the spring anime season so here are some things to look forward to:

3 sports anime, one of them is by MAPPA, so we can expect great animation and the other 2 are actually female led sports anime?? And they are not ecchi?? Is this a miracle?? (Boukyaku Battery, Rinkai! and Ooi! Tonbo)

2 yuri anime coming, yayyyyy,,, (Whisper me a Love Song and The Two Sides of Voice Actor Radio)

2 slice of life anime (Tadaima, Okaeri and Tonari no Youkai-san) + Yuru Camp is coming back (the sole cgdct of the season, my crops are dying)

Also we have a BL, and I need you to brace yourself for what i'm going to say next: it's an ABO m-preg childcare BL (Tadaima, Okaeri)

As for other romance anime we have the Spice and Wolf remake (i'm not sure if it's a remake or a new season?) and i'm also looking forward to Unnamed Memory.

And we have the single shoujo of the season: A Condition Called Love. I've heard great things abt the manga so I hope the anime is good

If i'm being honest tho, spring season looks nowhere near as good as winter did to me

Edit: apparently there is one more shoujo next season but it doesnt sound as interesting lol

[doggysingularity]

for context i only have a mini tazer not a real one so the risk is p minimal anyway. but also u never know. and theres like a rly small chance that i have a heart condition i dont know abt and ill have a heart attack or something so its safer to have some1 around

[windrunner]

kinda vibing hard w/ my new schedule of spending the front half of my day hardcore troubleshooting my PC and the back half scuttling under furniture, inside of walls and attics and crawlspaces looking for items/fixing things/taking insurance photos. Computer Bug Activities

[rainbowpufflez]

Fine, I’ll admit that I like Lysandre 😔

[undistortedworld]

my pride and joy btw

[lordkairos3626]

Shoutout to my psychiatrist for overdosing me with amphetamine leading to the most agonizing four days I’ve had in years. Really appreciate it.

[smokeys-house]

Remember zat one time I bought a box of La Croix?

I JUST FOUND A CAN I FORGOT TO DRINK. IDK IF THIS STUFF EXPIRED BUT IMMA OPEN IT AND SIP IT.

It does expire but it takes a long long time. Like with most pure water products it's not the water itself going bad its the liner in the container leeching into the product after a long time.

[chronic-conjuring]

This is also why when you “look healthy”* people assume you could never actually be chronically ill or have chronic pain and so on. Especially so when you’re also generally considered attractive**. They equate things like how pleasant to look at you are, your age, your weight, your morals and your personality to be indicative of your health when literally none of that even matters when it comes to anything to do with getting sick or being chronically ill.

(*no visible medical devices/ mobility aids/ deformities etc

**your features are generally symmetrical and/or in accordance with the current beauty standards)

That’s why you get perfectly healthy seniors telling people like me, young people w no glaringly obvious indications of being sick but are ultimately very chronically ill, that we should wait until we’re at least 40+ to be allowed to complain about our physical conditions. It’s also why those people are genuinely uncomfortable, shocked and eventually shut the fuck up when I tell them I have things like a heart condition or autoimmune disease. (It’s actually rather fun for me personally ngl)

In their world, someone who doesn’t look sick couldn’t possibly be sick, until they’re faced with that inevitable reality. Then they just don’t know what to do or how to react when looking someone like me in the eye as I let them know they’re fucking wrong. A lot of the time they don’t really know if they will win a fight of “who has it worse” w an invisibly ill person so they usually just walk away. Although I have had a few Dudes™️ (usually white men) try to claim their normal aches and pains can outdo whatever I experience all the time, only to take all that back when finding out the fact that I usually have at least one rib popped out of, or locked in, place daily. Healthy people just don’t know how to handle sick people in general but especially not healthy looking sick people. It breaks their version of reality a bit too much, and then they never really challenge why finding out a seemingly normal, younger person has it worse than them made them so damn uncomfortable and defensive of their own health. Feeling a need to somehow prove that you’ve got it worse than someone else purely on the idea that you being older than them makes it so you’re allowed to have more pain and suffering is fucking weird, and really toxic.

The only exceptions I’ve seen to this rule are VERY YOUNG, VERY SICK children and events that are undeniably a horrific accident. If the kid is young enough and the illness bad enough then it’s a horrible enough tragedy to warrant things like not making the parents pay for their 3 year olds cancer treatments. If the event could be considered a “freak accident” that ended up disabling someone, then it’s a terrible thing that shouldn’t have happened to anyone. And that’s about the only kinds of situations where people will come together and agree that healthcare should just be freely given with no questions asked, but not by our government. These uniquely qualifying circumstances mean that the people around those affected are responsible for paying for the healthcare. Not the government or anyone holding healthcare access hostage. And don’t be fooled, if you’re just old enough, or the accident can be attributed to you somehow, then you’re on your own and probably deserved whatever happened to you. Because good looking, morally correct people don’t have those things happen to them!! Obviously or else just anyone could get sick!!! Which is totally just not something that just happens sometimes or else everyone would have to accept a horrible reality that most people are just sick due to no fault of their own or anyone else’s fault.

Ultimately I think the very core of this issue is that in a world full of uncertainty and an increasing number of things we as individuals just have no actual control over, people need certain things to feel like they have complete control over. And one of the scariest things to not have control of is your own health. It’s one of those things you want complete control over, it’s your body after all! So they come up with things unrelated to your health that you CAN have theoretical complete control over, like your morals and, to a lesser degree, your general physical appearance and apply cartoon logic to it to give themselves a false sense of control over their world. There’s immense pushback against the idea that this stuff actually doesn’t determine shit about your health because what really does is also stuff outside our complete control like genetics, environmental conditions, pollution, and other people’s actions.

So now you get people who equate moral correctness with health, appearance and luck like they’re in a Disney movie and can easily tell who is a “bad guy” and who is a “good guy” just by looking at them. It’s all for the upkeep of an illusion of control they desperately want to hold on to because if they don’t that’s just one more massive thing they can’t fully control or predict and suddenly nothing feels like it’s really in their control. Oftentimes these people are also unwilling to accept that you do have some measure of control over larger things like politics and laws and so on, and usually ignore their ability to help control those things because you can’t really do that on your own and require cooperation from others in order to actually exercise that control. They want something only they themselves can manipulate how they please. This thinking ties into many other issues we see as a society like children’s rights and their subsequent oppression too, but is very glaringly obvious when looking at our healthcare system and how the generally healthy population treats it. Not to mention the fact that so many Americans also genuinely believe the prices they’re being forced to pay are close if not the actual price it costs to receive or make whatever treatments needed, if you actually believe insulin costs $300+ to produce of course you’re going to be wondering how the general populace could ever possibly pay for it through taxes without absolutely fucking over everyone paying them. A lot of these people don’t even know that when an insurance company pays for your healthcare, they’re actually only paying what equates to pennies compared to what you the recipient would have been forced to pay.

Anyways maybe go fist fight a health insurance CEO in a Denny’s parking lot at 3am to win a bet that makes them pay for everyone’s healthcare about it or something, idk what you healthy people do to fight for better healthcare around here.

part of the reason America still doesn’t have universal healthcare is that a large portion of the healthy population consciously or subconsciously believes that being sick is somehow a moral failing. someone randomly has a heart attack at age 30 and there are people like “well, you should have eaten better, exercised more and drank less” like a medical emergency is proof you were living a life of sloth and sin and it could never happen to them. 

[moonfall666]

its crazy how there was a period of time where a pen was a lifetime product. if it broke, you would get it repaired, not throw it out and buy a new one.

but in the current day, we don't just treat pens like trash, but even the personal supercomputers we carry in our pocket and use every day only have an average lifespan of around 2.5 years (according to statista, in the US). like thats crazy. you can buy food that lasts longer than 2.5 years

i'm only 21 so i havent lived through much technology, but growing up with ipods and ipads, they could work perfectly fine with a giant hole in the screen. while my flagship samsung phone stopped being able to play the same games i played in its first year, after just 2 years. in 3 years it overheated while i was watching youtube and just died. 3 years for a flagship smartphone is crazy. my brother had the same phone and his only lasted 3 years too.

before i got that new phone in 2020, i was using a 7 year old, hand me down iphone 5c with only like 4gb of storage. moving from that to the flagship s10+ with 128gb storage and 6gb ram or whatever was such a huge upgrade. but it only lasted 3 years. or really just 2 years before the specs became too outdated to play the same games i was playing before. i cant get over how insane that is.

this isn't an apple vs samsung thing to be clear. apple has the same issues nowdays. its a planned obsolesence thing. maybe companies aren't deliberately making phones die quicker, but theyre definitely keeping lifespan as a low priority in their design process.

[neganium]

things I should be doing:

taking a shower

asking my mom how to do a saltwater rinse in order to maybe try to fix some of the problems I've been having, or at least mitigating them, bc I've forgotten the correct ratios and also I cannot afford dental (or much of anything, really)

what I am doing instead:

trying (unsuccessfully) to draw furry art

listening to youtube videos whilst drawing furry art (the current one is actually About furries)

[luxaofhesperides]

Date Night Continuation ; requested by @xysidhequeen!

Duke has yet to see Stray. 

Or, at least, he doesn’t think he’s seen Stray yet.

He could be anyone here, during the club’s Masquerade night, full of people covered in glitter, leather, and fancy masks covering most of their faces. Duke’s heard about this club before, seen its name pop up in some of Tim and Steph’s investigation, but he’s never gone inside.

But the note Stray left him at the GCU Museum Archives lead him here, with only the instructions: find me if you can lover boy.

So here’s Duke, scanning the crowd of masked club-goers, searching for Stray.

He shares a quick smile with a few people, smoothly wandering past searching hands, hoping for a dance. The drink he carries is just sparkling water so he doesn’t look out of place, undercover as he is. Duke is here as himself, not as the Signal, and it leaves him feeling exposed.

The clothes Steph picked out for him also contribute to that feeling, to be fair. It’s not all about him feeling more vulnerable outside of being Signal; in a crop top and tight dark jeans, it’s hard to feel covered at all. Wearing it, and the mask handed to him at the door, makes him feel like a different person as he weaves his way through dancing bodies all lit up by colorful lighting. 

Every head of dark hair catches his attention, but none resemble Stay. 

Duke really hopes this isn’t a joke. He doesn’t want to get his heart broken at the club.

He takes a moment to stop and lean against the wall next to the stairs that lead upstairs to the offices and VIP rooms, sipping on his drink. The crowd dances out, and a group of women next to him are singing offkey and happy, without a hint of insecurity as their drinks spill out of their cups and over their hands. 

Stray is clever. He’s always got a snarky comment on his tongue and a laugh to follow. He slips out of every tight situation with ease, and though they all suspect he has some sort of power, Catwoman refuses to confirm. 

Stray wouldn’t lead Duke to this club just to hide in the crowd. 

Finishing his drink, Duke sets his empty glass on an unattended table, then glances around to make sure no one’s looking at him.

Then he steps back and pulls the light around him to shift and cover him, hiding him from sight. 

The stairs lead up into a dark, dimly lit hallway. The floor must have been built with sound dampeners in place, the loud music turned into a distant throb of bass. 

Instead of the modern, black and sleek look of the club downstairs, the upper floor is must more elegant. An oriental rug in muted green colors decorates the hallway and abstract art pieces hang on the walls. 

All the doors to the VIP rooms are closed and require keycard access. 

The office at the very end of the hall, however, has light spilling into the hallway from the barely opened door.

On silent feet, Duke makes his way down the hallway, double checking the placement of all the security cameras. There’s one in the corner, but surely seeing a door move slightly won’t make the security guards think there’s an intruder; so far, no one’s connected it to the Bats, but there has been an uptick in people reporting haunted buildings in Gotham. 

Guess it’s time to add another building to that list.

Duke pulls open the door until he has just enough space to enter. The office appears empty when he looks around, taking note of the large wooden desk in the back and the leather couches to the side. This is definitely a place where mob leaders meet with the club owner to either get a share of the profits, setting up a meeting with other gangs to sell weapons, or deliver drugs to be sold in the club. 

And there’s also an impressive display of items in a cabinet in the back, the glass doors giving perfect views of the antique watches, Chinese fans, and small stone sculptures of animals. All are evenly spaced out, making it clear that something has been stolen that was once in the empty space between a fan on display and a bird painted in gold. 

He checks that there are no cameras in the office. Then Duke releases his hold on the light around him and uses his powers to try to see if he can see where Stray went after hitting the office. 

A faintly glowing outline of Stray appears, taking out a stone wolf before carefully closing the cabinet door. But instead of heading to the window to make his escape, this past visage of Stray turns to the couches and sits down, facing the door. He doesn’t move again after that.

Duke tilts his head, then closes the office door completely. It won’t be enough to keep Stray from slipping away again, but it will at least prevent anyone from finding them up here. 

“Did I keep you waiting?” he asks as he heads for the couches. With his powers still active, Duke can see where Stray has hidden himself, invisible to anyone who isn’t Duke. 

“And here I was, thinking I was being so clever. I thought your powers had to do with shadows?”

Strays voices rings out clear from the couch, then he fades back into sight. Duke gladly lets go of his power, blinking his eyes behind the mask to adjust to normal vision again. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he responds, watching as Stray gets to his feet, stone wolf in his hands. It holds a strange green glow, shining out of a crack in the stone along its back. 

He can’t pay attention it for long, though, as Stray crosses the distance to meet him. Selina has certainly taught him well; every movement is purposeful and elegant as he circles around Duke, reaching out with a gloved finger to drag his touch along the exposed skin of his back.

His touch is electrifying and sends shivers through Duke’s body. He barely dares to breathe as Stray completes his slow circuit around him, looking him over with dark eyes. 

“Did you get dressed up just for me?” he purrs, leaning closer to Duke.

“You wanted a date,” he replies, “I’m not one to disappoint.”

“But apparently, I am,” Stray pouts. “This is part of the chase, okay? I’m not the type of guy to take you to a club for our first date.”

First date? That’s… implying things Duke very much wants to be true. 

“Why’d you stay, then? Just to tease me?”

Feeling bold, with no eyes on him but Stray, Duke catches him around the waist with his arm and pulls him close. “Or were you hoping to have your way with me while no one’s around?”

Stray’s cheeks turn a deep, charming red. His flirtatious persona falls apart as he turns his face away, trying to hide behind his hands. The heat of the moment fades away into something lighter, more like the fun they’re used to when they’re chasing each other on rooftops. Duke smiles and gently knocks his head against Strays.

“Come on,” he says, “Don’t get all shy on me now.”

“I can’t believe Cat said that this would be easy. I can’t handle acting like that for so long!”

“Wait, were you purposefully trying to act like Catwoman?”

Stray nods, embarrassed. “She gave me a bunch of tips and promised that they would work on Bats. Which they do, but I wasn’t prepared for you to hit back!”

“Stray,” Duke begins, holding back a laugh, “You know that I want to date you, right? Not Catwoman.” Just the thought makes him mentally shudder in disgust. No way would he ever be into Selina, not after he’s seen her with Bruce. Plus, she practically the same age as him mom. And anyways, who has time to chase after Selina when Stray is right there?

“I know, but I haven’t gone on a date in like, years. I panicked, okay!”

“Well, if you’re done with being chased, how about we get out of here?”

Stray perks up, finally lifting his face from his hands. “Sure. I’m still going to take this with me, though.” He holds up the stone wolf, as if Duke had forgotten.

“That’s fine.”

“Really?” Stray squints at him suspiciously. “Not going to make me put it back? Tell me off for stealing?”

Normally, he would, but Duke doesn’t care much about what happens to the trinkets of a profitable club owner with ties to different mob families. “Does it look like I’m here as the Signal?”

Stray looks him up and down, consideringly, then taps the side of his masquerade mask. “Well, you’ve got a mask on, don’t you? Isn’t that all you Bats need?”

“We also need a reason to get involved and risk having our identities exposed. This isn’t one of those times.”

“So, what, if I steal while on a date with you, that’s fine?”

Duke shrugs. “I mean, I’d prefer if you didn’t, but you’re not hurting anyone and the club owner is rich enough to buy more shit. Besides, you have a reason for taking that instead of any of the gold, right?”

“Right,” Stray answers slowly, as if he wasn’t expecting Duke to by cool with it. Which is strange, since Duke wouldn’t be trying to date Catwoman’s apprentice if he wasn’t okay with a little bit of crime in his love life. It’s one of the first things he got over when he came to terms with his crush.

“So?” Duke prompts. “We heading out now?”

Stray laughs, a little disbelieving, and smoothly slips out of Duke’s grasp. “Sure, we can go. Keep up if you can, lover boy.”

And then he’s out the window, scaling to the top of the building. Duke hurries to follow, making handholds from shadows to give him a boost. Stray stays visible this time, thankfully, so Duke can easily track his path over the rooftops, giving chase. 

Stray stops every so often to make sure Duke is following. He moves with intent, clearly leading them somewhere, and Duke is more than happy to follow his lead. He jumps onto roofs, freerunning recklessly, and passes through shadows every so often to close the distance between them a little more. Every few streets, Duke catches a glimpse of flashes of the wild grin decorating Stray’s face and it pushes him to go faster, to keep up, to catch him.

He finally slows to a stop on the top of a high rise in the Diamond District, making his way up the side of the building with ease, despite how hard it is to move on the large, smooth, glass windows. He waits at the very top, peering down to where Duke uses shadows to travel up to join him. 

Duke doesn’t bother with giving himself space to land, choosing instead to step right into Stray’s space, walking them away from the ledge with his hands on Stray’s waist. 

“Caught you,” he breathes, catching his breath.

Stray’s shoulders shake lightly with bitten back laughter and his eyes are bright, googles pushed up to the top of his head. 

“Only because I let you,” Stray replies. This lighthearted mood fades a bit and he reaches up to trace the bottom edges of Duke’s mask. “If you’re serious about this, you’ll have to take this off, you know.”

“I know. I’m fine with it.”

“Really? I thought Bats were super protective of their secret identities.”

“Selina knows all of us by name. We’ve known her for years. Honestly, I’d be shocked if you didn’t have some idea of who we are by now.”

“It’s still a pretty big secret to let loose,” Stray says, carefully saying nothing about if he has his suspicions or not. “Especially with me. I’ve only been here for a year.”

That’s one of the arguments Bruce presented when Duke mentioned going on a date with Stray. It’s a valid argument, don’t get him wrong, but there wasn’t much to say after Duke listed every single Rogue and hero who knew their identities. They might use that knowledge at times to target them as civilians, but even Gotham’s Rogues don’t want the Bats to leave; he may stop their crimes and do terrifying amounts of physical damage to them, but he also protects them from trigger happy cops who don’t value the sanctity of life.

Besides, Duke’s aiming for mutually assured destruction. Secret identities are important, for both Duke and Stray. So long as they can hold each other’s secrets, build trust around that, then they’ll be fine. 

“I’m fine with it. Just as long as you’re fine with letting me know who you are under the mask.”

“I was planning on telling you even if you wanted to keep the mask on,” Stray admits. “Here, let’s sit down.”

He turns and walks towards the center of the roof, where a picnic blanket is laid out, with pillows for more comfortable sitting and two baskets waiting for them. Duke had been so focused on Stray that he missed it completely, and his heart skips a beat when he realizes that Stray had gone out of his way to make sure they had a nice first date with as much privacy as they could get.

The flirting and the chase has been fun and all, but Duke is especially weak to being romanced to sweetly. 

“You set this up for us?” he asks as he follows Stray to the picnic blanket.

“I told you I wasn’t going to have our first place be at a club. I’m better than that.”

“No need to get defensive,” Duke smiles, sitting down next to Stray. “It’s very sweet. Just caught me a little off guard.”

“Yeah, well.” Stray shrugs, fiddling with the stone dog in his hand. He lets out a breath, sets the stone dog down, then pulls off his gloves and holds out a hand to Duke. “It’s a bit late, but hi. I’m Danny.”

What else could Duke do but take off his mask, after that? “Danny, huh? It suits you. I’m Duke.” 

He doesn’t shake Danny’s hand. He lifts Danny’s hand up to his mouth and presses a soft kiss to his knuckles. “And I still want to take you out dancing. Is it too early to ask for a second date?”

It’s such a treat to see Danny’s cheeks flush red, his blue eyes bright and shining. It’s such a treat to get to have him outside of masks. There’s no persona they have to play, no responsibilities keeping them from simply being with each other. 

“Definitely not,” he answers shyly. “Now stop being such a flirt and eat some dinner, I’m starving and I worked really hard on it.”

“Oh shit, you cooked?” 

More and more, it’s clear that Danny is the guy of his dreams. Cute, funny, romantic, and cooks? Damn, Duke’s gonna need to step up his game for their second date.

“Yeah. I think it turned out good, but I also had a lot of help because I’m not used to cooking with ingredients that don’t fight back.”

Duke pauses where he’s unloading the first basket, full of still warm tiny potatoes, oven roasted to perfection and coated in herb butter. Ingredients that don’t fight back? Slowly, Duke sets the potatoes between them as he tries to make sense of the words. “Are you just used to working with live animals or something? Angry lobsters?”

“Oh, no. The food in my house growing up was always super contaminated and it made food come to life and attack us. The sausages liked to band together and try to revolutionize. They’re pretty vicious.”

“Okay, you have got to tell me more.”

Grinning, Danny does just that as he unloads his own basket, setting out plates and utensils. 

It’s the most fun Duke’s ever had on a date. They spend hours on that roof, just talking, long after the food is gone. It’s only when the world goes fully dark in the hour just before dawn that they agree to head home to get some sleep. 

They’re going to need it. Their second date is set and planned for the next night and Duke already can’t wait to see Danny again.

Dancing in the rain ; requested by @wandixx!

He hadn’t been expecting the Signal to chase after him. It is, after all, well after midnight, and he had seen the vigilante out earlier during the day. 

Maybe the Bats are understaffed tonight, he muses as he leaps over the rooftops, a wild grin on his face. Being on the other side of a chase is a lot of fun, he’s discovering. He can see why Selina enjoys it so much.

Though, it probably has to do more with who’s chasing her than it is the chase itself.

But Danny’s become a bit of an adrenaline junkie after a few years of being a hero, fighting ghosts and governments. He’s not a hero anymore, especially not in Gotham, but being Catwoman’s partner in crime is way more fun than being responsible for everyone’s safety.

It’s like he’s doing anything bad, either. Selina can steal whatever she wants; if they couldn’t protect things against her, then should they really have it? Danny doesn’t focus on jewelry or gems. No, he takes ghost artifacts or items contaminated with ectoplasm back to the realms where they won’t cause problems to any humans. There are enough ecto-contaminated people in this world, solely from Amity Park. Best not to let that number grow.

So here he is, leaping over rain-slicked rooftops and only using a little bit of flying to keep ahead, holding a cursed pocket watch that a ghost had requested he return to them, with the Signal chasing after him, disappearing into shadows and popping up unexpectedly. 

“Stray! Get back here!” Signal yells, and Danny takes a moment to spin on his heel to face the vigilante to stick his tongue out at him, then backflips away.

“I didn’t even steal anything important!” he returns, tossing the pocketwatch in the air ahead, then jumps up to catch it and scales his way up to the roof of the next building. 

“Seriously,” Signal says, suddenly in front of him. “Stop running and we can talk this out.”

“Woah!” Danny tries to get around him, trips over his own feet, and crashes into the Signal’s chest. 

“Careful, there.” He looks up to see the Signal’s smile, and he absolutely can not be blamed for having his half dead heart skip a beat. He’s in the arms of a hero who’s smiling at him so sweetly, what’s a guy to do? “Ready to talk now?”

Danny goes intangible for a moment, smoothly sliding out of the Signa’s grip. “Nope,” he grins, starting up the chase once again.

The rain isn’t very strong, and the drops feel cool against his face as he runs, getting a little more air with each jump as he uses more of his flight to keep ahead. He can hear the Signal chasing after him again, heavy footsteps that start and stop unpredictably as he travels between shadows. 

Just to be safe, Danny stashes the pocket watch inside his chest, leaving his hands free to grab onto the rough brick of the walls and scale them up, aiming to go higher and higher. Maybe if he finds a good building, he can dramatically fall off the edge and fly away invisibly. 

“Got you!” 

The Signal pops up out of the wall and grabs Danny, who yelps and tries to pull his arms away. The Signal is too strong, and his tight grip on Danny’s wrists is warm against the chill of the rain. 

They stand there for a moment, just staring at each other as they try to catch their breath. And then, “Is that any way to treat a guy?” Danny jokes, trying one last time to pull his wrists free.

“It is when it’s you,” the Signal replies. “Man, you sure know how to run.”

“I’ll be sure to put that on my resume for my next heist.”

“Seriously, can we talk?”

Danny eyes him curiously. The other Bats mostly tried to take back whatever it is he’d stolen that night, occasionally trying to get information from him. None of them had outright asked to have a chat with him. The Signal at least has some manners, compared to the rest of him. There’s no harm in sticking around for one conversation.

It helps that the Signal is cute, especially when he had saved Danny a few weeks ago. 

Sue him, he’s a bit soft on the Signal. Wouldn’t anyone be with their favorite hero?

“Alright,” Danny says, relaxing. “Go ahead. Talk.”

“Great! Okay, um.” The Signal bites his lip and Danny should really look away, but his eyes are fixed to his mouth. He doesn’t speak for a solid minute, during which Danny really begins to feel the chill of the rain. “Can I get less comments from the peanut gallery?” he says suddenly.

“What?” Danny laughs, confused.

The Signal sighs. “My comms are on. The others are being annoying. If they wanted to ask you questions, they should have caught you first.”

“Oh, protecting me from the big bad Bats? My hero,” Danny says sweetly, pretending to swoon. Except, the Signal follows his movements, releasing his wrists to catch him by the waist, holding him steady. Danny’s breath hitches, and from how close they are, he has no doubt that the Signal heard it. They freeze for a moment, then the Signal dips him like some fainting Victorian maiden.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind sweeping you up in my arms.” The smirk on his face only lasts a moment before he grimace and says, “I shouldn’t have said that on open comms. Man, they’re annoying. It’s not my fault I know how to flirt.”

Danny…

Well. Danny short circuits for a moment, running the words over his mind again, then blushes so hard he’s sure there’s steam coming off his cheeks. “You’re flirting?” he squeaks. “With me?”

“Flirting,” a new voice confirms, making them both jump, stumbling against each other as Black Bat hops down onto their rooftop. “Both shy and silly. I’m better.”

“You can’t even ask out Spoiler,” the Signal retaliates.

“She can’t even WHAT?” Spoiler yells as she also vaults herself over the alley below to join them. “You want to ask me out?”

Though she doesn’t say anything, Danny can practically feel Black Bat’s glare through her mask. The Signal winces, then says, “Oops.”

“Man, you can keep yourself busy, clearly Sig doesn’t need backup,” Spoiler says. “I need to go on a date with Black Bat. The rest of you suckers are on your own!” And then she grabs Black Bat’s hand and grapples away.

There’s a beat of silence, then Danny and the Signal share a glance and start laughing. 

“Well,” Danny says, “Good for them! Good for them.”

“They’re probably just going to Bat Burger.”

“And are you going to be treating me to a burger any time soon? I should be compensated for this conversation, you know.”

“Please, if I was taking you out on a date, it wouldn’t be to Bat Burger. I’d take you out dancing.”

It sounds like a date his dad would take his mom on. It sounds nice. Danny smiles and leans in closer to the Signal, taking hold of one of his hands. With the other, he puts Signal’s hand on his waist, then brings his own up to the Signal’s shoulder. 

“Why not dance with me now?”

Danny leads them in a few clumsy turns of a waltz, silently thanking Sam for forcing him to take a few ballroom dance lessons with her. The Signal seems a little dazed, following his lead, and when he lightly squeezes Danny’s waist, he shivers. 

Catwoman should be done with Batman soon. They had agreed to meet up at the newly opened Vintage Boutique in Diamond District, and he intends to beat her there. 

Reluctantly, Danny pulls away from the Signal with one final spin, and hops up onto the edge of the roof. “If you can find me during the day,” he says, “Then I’ll dance with you again. See you around, Signal!”

And with that, Danny hops backwards off the roof, free-falling towards the ground before he lets gravity lose hold of him and slips into invisibility, flying up just as the Signal peers over the edge, searching for him.

Unable to help himself, Danny floats closer until he can give the Signal a quick kiss on the cheek, then flies off, grinning wildly. 

He certainly can’t wait to see the Signal again. 

Maybe if he hired a few guys to pretend to rough him up while Signal’s out patrolling…

Well, either way, this cat is already half dead so he can jump straight to satisfaction bringing him back. And, hopefully, back into Signal’s arms again when they won’t be interrupted by other Bats. 

He’s already looking forward to it.

. . .

[send me a ghostlights prompt!]

[phagodyke]

was brave and talked to my doctor abt my period bs + she said it might be endometriosis without me even having to bring it up... 💀

[albino-parakeet]

Seller's remorse really does feel like the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future visiting you. Except instead of being pissed at you for being selfish. They all yell at you for selling a pokemon card you loved as a kid to a person who loves Regice....

[sesamenom]

@baddywronglegs I get what you're trying to say but tardigrades definitely can survive warm temperatures!

The exact numbers differ between species (some are better adapted for freezing temps) and active/tun state, but the generally accepted number is 100F/37C for 24 hours, and one study found that certain species can survive 303F/151C for a little under an hour. Based on a quick google search, car wash water is usually around 100-130F, and based on experience, commercial car washes definitely do not take longer than 1 hour; therefore (ignoring potential chemical hazards from whatever's in that weird rainbow car soap) a tardigrade definitely could survive a car wash, though it wouldn't be a particularly pleasant experience!

Another extreme condition tardigrades might actually encounter in the wild is periods of drought or starvation. Tardigrades can survive up to 10 years without food or water in the anhydrobiotic "tun state", in which their metabolism slows and they dehydrate to around 2% water while protecting their organs from further damage. Longer periods of dormancy result in lower rates of recovery, but if properly rehydrated and provided with adequate food sources, tardigrades are usually able to fully reactivate. However, the tardigrades that got dropped on the moon will likely die in a few years from a general lack of conditions necessary for reactivation (unless somebody manages to send a moon lander to deliver oxygen, fresh water, and moss).

They still do get eaten a lot, though, and based on personal experience an active state tardigrade is not particularly resistant to microscope-related mishaps :(

Essentially, a more accurate comparison might be if Teslas actually could survive a car wash, or a desert off-road trip, or being dropped in a lake - but were extremely prone to being run over by city buses.