#I Have many MANY IDEAS

[naariel]

I painted over my Halsin portrait with his hair down for science and

oh my fucking god

somebody call me an ambulance

[duhnova]

i need y’all to imagine hao’s chain dangling in your face while he fucks you

[janfraiser]

picnic dates + nellie/hannah pls oh my god

wanna hold this moment the way you're holdin' me

Alright, so this got longer than I really expected, and took a different direction entirely tbh... anyway I love them and I had a great time writing them and also Hannah needs therapy. Those are my takeaways from writing this all evening and posting at a quarter to midnight 😅

When the temperatures stay in the 60s and 70s all week, Nellie knows summer is well and truly on the way. She hates the cold, and rain is usually at best a minor frustration, so seeing the sun on her way into work every morning and enjoying the warm afternoon on her lunch break has her beaming at patients and brushing off work issues far easier than she normally would.

"We should go somewhere," she says to Hannah, their shoulders brushing as they leave the hospital together Thursday evening. Shift work means they have all of Friday off, and from where Nellie is standing, a sunny June Friday is too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Hannah smiles regretfully at her, stepping away from her just a little as she turns toward where her car is parked. "I'm on call on Saturday, I don't think we can go too far."

"It doesn't have to be anything big," Nellie cajoles, following her still even though she's parked further down in the lot. "Let's just do something to enjoy the nice weather. We could splurge on that sandwich shop you like and have, I don't know, a picnic or something!"

Hannah fidgets with her car keys in her hand, and for a moment Nellie thinks she's going to say no, like she does whenever she suggests actually having dinner out or seeking out an event fancier than ladies' night at a club or god forbid, letting on to anyone at med that they're seeing each other. But the blonde just smirks, raising her eyebrows with a flicker of disbelief in her eyes. "Is Lincoln Park good enough to fulfill your lesbian cottagecore fantasies?"

Nellie snorts at the phrasing. "Oh, please. We both know I'm easily entertained."

Honestly, Hannah is on the same page as Nellie about the beautiful weather. To calm herself down about the level of date this outing might count as, she dresses intentionally casual, converse and a black concert tee with light blue jeans. She drives out to grab the sandwiches they'd ordered and then swings by Nellie's apartment building, laughing at the bundle of blankets and tote bags she's carrying. "Woah, you came prepared!"

"No ants or grass stains at this picnic," Nellie pronounces with a grin, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Just blue skies and sunshine and nice, big blankets. Did you get the sandwiches?"

"Yep!" Hannah shuts the door to the backseat and accepts a quick kiss from Nellie before heading back to the driver's seat. "We're all set."

Hannah's spotify is already hooked up to her car's bluetooth, so Nellie teases her about her music taste and they both sing along until they reach the park, a drive that feels like it hardly takes any time at all with the good moods they're in. As they step out into the sunlight and head down a walking path, Hannah finds herself more enthusiastic about the idea of a picnic than she'd been when Nellie had suggested it. "Can we find a spot by the water? It's a weekday, and it's not quite lunch time yet, I don't think there'll be too much crowding."

"It's not like it's a hot new restaurant, honey," Nellie teases, lengthening her stride to keep up with her. "As long as we don't mind dog walkers or nannies and toddlers, I don't think anyone is going to bother us."

"Well, I'm down for either of those options," Hannah agrees, following the signpost toward the waterfront. "Seriously, I would adopt a dog in a heartbeat if my apartment had the space... and, well, it's probably obvious that I think kids are pretty damn cute."

"I could've guessed," Nellie laughs. "I would totally love a dog too, but I would want to adopt a rescue."

"Absolutely," Hannah agrees. "That's the only way I would do it... the SPCA ads always make me cry."

They debate large dogs versus small dogs until they pass a grand, twisting willow tree, situated maybe halfway between the path and the riverbank. "Oh, look how pretty," Hannah gasps.

Nellie grins as she takes her hand. "And you thought this was a bad idea."

"I never said that!"

Even though she'd laughed at the level of preparedness, Hannah has to admit that the grassy hill is much more pleasurable with two layers of blankets. Nellie kicks off her birkenstocks and Hannah unlaces her converse, earning her some teasing laughter at the daisy print on her socks. "I just saw them at Target!" She protests. "I thought they were cute."

"Hey, I'm not judging," Nellie says with a shrug, producing a bottle of sparkling cider from her tote bag. "I love Target. I always spend way too much money, but then I'm like, 'hey, self-care'."

"Now I have an excuse," Hannah laughs, turning a little to open the paper bag and unwrap their sandwiches. "Impulse-buying? No, my psychiatrist girlfriend says it's self-care."

In the exact moment that Hannah processes the words that have just come out of her mouth, Nellie leans down to kiss her. It's a soft, warm kiss, and her fingers tilt Hannah's chin up to the right angle for her to deepen it, but Hannah pulls away instead, her heart racing. Nellie is watching her with a curious smile.

"Girlfriend?"

"I--" Hannah doesn't want to just brush it off, but her stomach is tying itself in knots. "I mean. Well-- sure."

"Hannah," Nellie says, her laugh tinged with uncertainty as she takes her hand, "I want a little more than 'sure'."

Hannah fees regret burning under her sternum as she bites her lip and meets Nellie's eyes. "I... don't know what I can give you."

"As an answer?" Nellie questions. "Or in general?"

"Both," Hannah laughs, caught off-guard by the blunt callout. "I... isn't this easy, Nell? We can go on fun picnics and spend weekend nights pressed up against each other at the club and share a bed for fun and comfort whenever we want. And we don't have to think about anything else, and I don't have to think about if there's any other reason you would want me."

"Hannah," Nellie says softly, squeezing her hand a little too tight. "Baby, I would never want you to think that. I want you for so many reasons, you're important to me way beyond having fun and hooking up."

"I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse," Hannah responds, swallowing hard. "Nellie... I trust you, and I care about you, a lot. But I haven't been in a committed relationship, one with a name on it, since before I got sober. And I feel like you're holding out your hand for me to join you on this great, amazing roller coaster... but I don't know if I'm really... ready." She presses her lips together, moistening them with her tongue. "I'm sorry... I know that's not what you wanted to hear."

"It's okay," Nellie reassures her. "You don't need to apologize. Thank you for being so clear with me, baby... I'm okay just staying where we are, yeah? If that's what you need right now, I don't want to rush anything."

A little surprised by the immediate agreement, Hannah gives Nellie a somewhat watery smile, before abandoning the sandwich bag to lean forward and throw her arms around the brunette. "Thank you," she mumbles, her face buried in Nellie's hair. "I care a lot about you, Nell. I really like what we've got going. I just wanna... stay here a little while longer."

"We can do that," Nellie promises, her fingers scratching gently at the base of Hannah's scalp. "We can stay here as long as you need."

"I didn't mean literally here," Hannah points out, readjusting her head on Nellie's shoulder.

"Why not?" the brunette says lightly. "We have beautiful weather, the river ambiance... sandwiches..." she reaches halfheartedly for the bag.

"I'm not hungry," Hannah decides, shifting position so that she's lying on Nellie's lap looking up at her. "Play with my hair some more?"

Nellie laughs, and her smile is so bright that Hannah actually feels a spark of hope that she hasn't totally fumbled this. "I'd love to."

"You're amazing," Hannah tells her. "You're too good to me."

"No I'm not," Nellie says simply.

Hannah blinks, and then shrugs, a smile brought over her face by the soothing touch and the warmth of the day. She closes her eyes and acquiesces, to everything Nellie is offering. "Okay."

[katanathegaydemon]

I have this really strong urge to write a full on analysis of the Genshin vision criteria but I don’t have all the characters and really don’t feel like reading through how the characters got their visions.

Also wouldn’t help much with the current reason why I wanna do this because I already have a solid enough idea on most of the vision criteria but then the one I’m most curious on(Dendro), we only have like two playable characters of so it wouldn’t be of much help.  Considering the amount of variance in most of the other stories of characters gaining visions, I doubt the experience of two dendro users will help in the overarching ideals of the archon who gave them out. I do have some theories though on Dendro, they’re a little messy and mixed up at the moment and I’m having a difficult time wording things the way I want so I’m struggling to get them more concise.

Anywho, I may at some point do this and it will probably be several paragraphs long so if anyone decides to stick around and read that when I decide to do it, I’m sorry(Especially since I only write in run-ons lmao).

[localspiderboy]

PLS MORE BILLY H X MALE IM LOSING MY SHOHRB RIGHT NOW I MISS HIM

I ALSO MISS HIM

[ruushes]

sleeping arrangements (not sure tara would ever actually deign to sleep in the same 20ft radius as shovel but who can resist those big shiny insectoid black eyes 🥺)

plus:

[bookwyrminspiration]

if you all could see all the fanart i imagine in my head and never draw it’d blow your tits clean off

[convexicalcrow]

come back skulk Cub my beloved come back

[icestorming]

- oh.

[mysicklove]

reader who gets reincarnated lifetime after lifetime and sukuna, who is desperatly in love with you, so he waits each lifetime, only to have the same results: you despising every bone in his body. no matter how weak he makes himself, having tried so many times to get you to fall for him, you always figure out what, who he is, and the cycle repeats. because sukuna may love you, but you will never pine for a monster. and with every death, he waits, and tries again, because maybe one day he will figure it out what it takes to make your heart sing. maybe one day you wont care that he is the king of curses and will give him just a drop of affection. but for now, he kisses your hand, imagining your eyes to be softer, and waits for the familiar slap across his cheek for daring to lay his disgusting hands on you

[dapper-lil-arts]

Anyone else finds it hilarious that pony posting not only is going through a Renaissance but simply does not die lmao. i'm having a good time!

[maskednerd]

[nerdpoe]

Danny needs a few...odd things. A few dietary and emotional requirements unique to his physiology. Meat is one of them.

But like, raw meat. He doesn't have to eat it often, maybe twice a month, but it does need to be completely raw.

He also needs to eat non-sentient blob ghosts, which are very different from sentient ones. Same amount, maybe twice a month.

He's weak to hot temperatures, where most humans require some sort of positive contact he needs to fight, if he gets too much sunlight his dopamine levels drop, and oddly enough as he got older milk or products with a lot of milk started to affect him like alcohol affects humans.

Now that he's made it to college, hiding most of these things is easy enough.

He chose Gotham, because of minimal sunny days and naturally cold weather. He regularly goes for walks at night, to fill his need for fighting. He says he has a milk allergy, and avoids milk products.

The blobs and the raw meat are a little uh. Those are a little hard.

He's taken to ducking into a bathroom stall to just swallow the blobs whole. But the meat...

He decides to sear the outside and leave the inside entirely raw. Does this detract from the nutrients by cooking them off? Yes. Does it mean he needs to eat raw meat four times a month instead of twice? Yes. Does it mostly hide that he's doing this in front of humans? Kind of.

Until he got a vegan roommate.

Said roommate is far too sharp-eyed for his own good, and now the guy is being weird.

Or: Damian's roommate is a meta who clearly has dietary restrictions outside the norm. It's fine; Damian understands that like animals in the wild, people have different diets. But the cuts of meat Fenton is eating are...subpar. Damian isn't sure how to be...civil, or appear polite, or not be a "snob" if he suggests Fenton allow him to procure farm fresh cuts of steak from cows raised in an open pasture and were well taken care of.

[hailsatanacab]

Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

[gascreates]

when aang doesn't explain everything

[tubbytarchia]

so ranchers huh