#Information on the Inserts

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 207

Danny does not come out of the portal. 

In fact, he’s lost. Very lost. He just wants to go home and is getting scared of everything around him because he doesn’t know what’s going on. But! But he’s found an (admittedly also terrifying) castle or keep or whatever they’re called that all the ghosts avoid!

It never exactly enters his mind that they might have been avoiding such a place for a reason. 

In unrelated news, the first thing Fright Knight sees after his sword was (accidentally) knocked free from its prison is not a blob ghost- they’ve done it a few times over the eternities- but a ghostling. A newborn ghostling, who promptly bursts into tears to his genuine horror. What did he do?!

[theresoneicouldcallking]

i'm still processing everything and my mind is both all over the place and hyperfixated on that final scene.

but.

oliver said there have been crumbs throughout the show for years

oliver said this is how he has always seen buck

oliver said the fans weren't crazy for clocking buck as queer, because he himself saw it too

oliver said he had to pull back from fan interaction on social media because he wanted to validate our feelings so much but couldn't because those as*holes over at fox were holding him back

oliver said he planned on playing buck differently this season, leaning more towards bi buck and this was WITHOUT knowing what tim had planned

tim said there were studio execs back when who held all the cards basically confirming that fox refused to give them the green light for this story arc

tim said he's always viewed buck's love interests as flat and never moved the story forward

[bonebrokebuddy]

It’s time for a, “things I sent to my twin’s inbox but she said I should post myself because I never post my own work and she’d like if I stopped spamming her inbox with ideas but I forgot about it and just kept it in my drafts notes for months and now finally I’m posting the fucking things.”

Or for short:

DP X DC PROMPT #7:

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Danny visits metropolis and people are deadset on believing that Danny is either Clark’s little brother or his nephew from Illinois… despite that Clark can literally not be related to him. Not that the people at the Daily Planet know that, but even the ones who do know are giving him a hard time.

“I’m adopted Jimmy!” Clark threw his hands in the air in frustration. “You are very aware of that.”

“But he looks just like you Clark, you even talk the same!” Jimmy peaked around the corner, catching a glimpse of Danny talking to Lois in the employees lounge.

“He has a upper midwestern accent. I’m from Kansas, Jim. Not all midwesterners know each other!”

“So?”

“Jimmy. You know damn well why we can not be related.” Clark subtly gestured to his cheap “I believe in aliens” mug. Jimmy was Clark’s best friend and most of the time he really appreciated the kid’s keen eye but Jimmy also seemed to be constantly dead-set on figuring how to give Clark a headache.

“But he looks like a mini you! Have you asked him if he has a spare spaceship lying around anywhere?” Jimmy snarked as he glanced over to Danny and Louis who were finally heading back from their break.

“Jimmy, I will put you on the moon and leave you there.”

“Alright sheesh. I get it, I’ll drop it.”

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

SET SIX - ROUND ONE - MATCH THREE

"Electric Fan (Feel it Motherfuckers): Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate" (1997 - John Boskovich) / "Untitled" (Portrait of Ross in L.A.)" (1991 - Félix González-Torres)

ELECTRIC FAN (FEEL IT MOTHERFUCKERS): it makes me literally insane that’s all that’s left of him and he made sure it would stay remembered, something something the last trace of a breath immortalized the only way it could be. Feel it, motherfuckers. (courfeyracs-swordcane) (also submitted by callixton and weeweewhirlwind)

UNTITLED (PORTRAIT OF ROSS IN L.A.): It fucks me up SO MUCH. The artist's partner was named Ross, and died of AIDS in the same year this was created. The ideal weight is roughly the average of an adult man. The allegory there... people taking the candy, decreasing the weight, the same way people took away from Ross and every other victim of the AIDS crisis by refusing to help, to do anything at all. Except this has an "endless supply" of candy. People can take and take and it keeps coming back. They can't get rid of us forever. We will prevail and we will rebuild and I WILL be fucked up about this forever (ceaseless-rambler)

("Electric Fan (Feel It Motherfuckers): Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate" is an electric fan encased in plexiglass with vinyl faux etching and a plexiglass base with casters by gay American artist John Boskovich--Stephen Earanbino's partner. It was the last item left in Stephen Earabino's estate after his death by AIDS and measures 56 7/8 x 22 3/4 x 12 1/2 in. (144.5 x 57.8 x 31.8 cm). It is held by The Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles.

"Untitled (Portrait of Ross in LA)" is a modern art installation consisting of wrapped candies (constantly removed and replaced) by gay Cuban-American artist Félix González-Torres after the death of his partner, Ross, by AIDS. The weight is equivalent to a healthy human male - approximately 175 lbs (79kg). It is located at the Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago.)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

thinking about puppet!Home. also thinking about that tidbit saying that Wally had to learn how to be gentle first as to not break things. combining both for maximum effect

[sparklecryptid]

I had no patience for people policing other peoples ships before i went to library tech school and library tech school has make me a little bit pissy about the entire thing actually.

[witchofthesouls]

Mtmte Rung crushing hard on cybertronian reader, reader is a long forgotten deity that used to be Primus (Rung)'s amica. He love them for a looooooong time and just fall harder each second but he still struggle to confess, Poor dude.

So... my take on how gods love, anyone? Be warned, this will hurt.

Warning: Implied torture and massive death toll by divine rage

There are three certainties that Rung carries with him:

1. He hails from the Pious Pools.

2. You and him, no matter the distance, are inseparable.

3. You are his "darling," and he is "old friend."

_______

If Rung can be described in one word, then mechs would ask, "Who?"

Mechs would struggle for a while, trying to recall a Ring, Wrong, Rang, Wong... and then remember a quiet mech.

Forgettable.

If anyone would ask Rung himself, then he would reply with a crisp, no need for another thought, "Consistent."

Not only he had survived Age after Age, Prime after Prime. Rung had survived coups, hostile takeovers, and purges. He had walked away from crashes and assassinations that destroyed everyone and everything else in the vicinity.

Dented. Bruised. And in several cases, headless. But alive. Spark too stubborn to snuff out.

Consistent.

"Do you remember?" You ask him. Unlike himself where he never had an urge to change his frame -not his color, his alt-mode, or his spectacles- you have the frame of a submarine. This time.

You take so many faces and frames that he had stopped counting after the thirtieth official model ship he built, but he knows the rhythm and feel of your presence. It draws him like a Titan to a rich vein of Energon and mineral mines.

"Remember what?" Rung asks, tone mild and pleasant as this is an old, established game between you and him.

You hum and his spark shivers. It wants. It yearns. It-

(-aches to be cradled by lapping waves and gentle currents, it remembers how you played with volcanic vents with teasing, crushing pressure. And how between you and him, it heralded a new brilliant era to a desolate, lonely planet.)

-flutters that he holds his breath, even after all these vorns, when you lean down, spinal struts clicking to maximum allowance to nuzzle the top of his helm.

"What we were before, old friend," your words vibrate his circuitry as your bulk covers his frame. You're both burning and freezing and he enjoys the strange phenomena no other way.

"You mean when you fished me from that pool?" He says into the plating over your spark. The gesture is highly intimate to this day's standards, but you and he have been together since that morning when he splashed and sputtered his way out of hot springs.

Rung likes the word 'consistent' because it implies he's always in tune with you in one way or another.

_______

This is another certainty that Rung keeps unspoken and thus a secret to everyone else:

He loves you.

He had loved you since he laid his blurry sight upon your frigate-frame in Pious Pools.

In a far kinder, more understanding world, he would proclaim you Conjunx.

But the world at the time was dangerous and decreed all those that went to the sea and air unable to form marital spark bonds, in case of an emergency that would cause the other half to drop dead from the backlash.

For all his fascination with the sea, he never felt the urge to venture into it. Preferring to soak in the pools or stand at the shoreline.

You, on the other hand, were made for it. You sail into the horizon and delve into the depths, and you return with gifts for him: wonderful rocks and sea glass, delicate shells, samples of faraway delicacies, and memories. You and Rung would sit side-by-side, cables inside each other's data ports as he gently cruises through the memories of your time as you study the oceanic wildlife from the massive land-skippers to the gentle phantom lights to colorful reefs with ever-changing hues depending on the species living in their protective hauls.

And Rung would never allow himself to chain you, so he keeps it to himself.

It's one moment after a different age where everything and everyone must be categorized that he tentatively raises the idea of you and him being recognized as Amica.

You said 'yes' as a handsome Seeker in Crystal City. You and he returned to meet again in Pious Pools to complete the records. You're back in that frigate frame that's no longer in production, coated in rust and salt, oily barnacles stuck on your plates. Dangerously close to obsolete.

You're as beautiful as always.

_______

Once after a game, you asked him to go with you. Where he doesn't know, but-

"If I went with you," he asks, voice rasping as he listens to the sounds of crashing waves and gulls calling inside your chassis. "Would you let me go?"

Your smile is a secretive thing. Hungry and soft, he can hear a chasm inside you opening up, water rushing like a rapid fall, and he tastes salt and oil on his glossa.

"Do I ever allow anything to escape my grasp?" You chuckle, rich and deep as the endless estuaries of the coastal regions, optics holding the reflection of both distant stars and abysmal vents and he sees the faint images of countless mechs and femmes running upon ghost ships.

________

Rung doesn't go.

He cannot bring himself to regret as he has a life on land, but he stands on the shoreline to watch you sail away or sink into the waves.

________

Rung enjoys models that come with bottles. Not only an excellent way to store his ship models, but he also enjoys a piece of Pious Pools folklore. He whispers a message into the glass and throws it into an available spring or the sea.

When he travels on starships, he fills a sink to the brim and sinks the bottle into it.

It disappears.

He gets a piece of shell or sea glass in return.

(The ships are made of the metal of Cybertron and he feels at ease upon them. You always disliked traveling into spaces without the sea, so traveling into space, although an ocean in and of itself, is not something you felt compelled for.)

________

"Call me," you murmur into his throat, and he burns and freezes with every word and you lap up the condensation in quick darts of your glossa. "And I shall come, old friend."

"I'll keep it in mind, darling." He replies with good cheer and tilts his neck and you follow his quiet allowance. You never complained about how grit and slit could be found in his seams and crevices, how he tastes so conflicting between sweet oil, rich minerals, laden clay, and heavy metals.

Pleasure and yearning wash over him as you make your way downward, exploring every inch of his frame as if you had the chance before, suckling and lapping every bit of him. You croon as he wraps his thighs over your head, your appetite is voracious as always as you put your tendency to burn and freeze to other lovely applications.

In the distance, lanterns dot the skyline and act as a stand-in for the stars themselves. You hold his hand and he squeezes it firmly, cracking the thick shell of salt-crust and old sandy mud.

He lifts your hand to his mouth and bites off a piece of that shell to swallow, and your expression melts his plating and sends his spark to flare as a supernova.

______

When Rung falls into Functionists' care, he does remember and he refuses to call you.

He couldn't bear witness if you fell as well.

______

Outside, you howl and turn squalls into devastating tempests and typhoons across the planet. Rung's plating cracks in the dry, sterile air as Energon oozes through the crusting repairs; and earthquakes shake each city-state down to the foundations as you seethe and seep deeper and deeper enough to break apart villages and hamlets, islands and coasts. Rung starves just as you starved countless (millions, billions, more as no one could even measure the astronomical impact it had on an ecological scale as the terrain warps and potential hot spots died before igniting).

You disrupt all chains of transportation across land, air, and sea. Waves ate all cargo ships and submarines. Paved roads that held for millennia after millennia crumble under landslides and tsunamis, turning safe zones into dangerous sinkholes and flashfloods consuming all in its path. Aerials, no matter the speed, protection, or formation, disappear without a trace as wind and water take them all. Not even mining and space operations were safe as you, with tireless, endless cruelty, had patiently worked to collapse Cybertron's mantle and claim all those lost sparks with every brutal drop and trickle.

By drowning, by suffocation, by famine, by frost, by so many ways to die that terrified souls had believed that Unicron did not come from above but below.

And you feasted on their fear and suffering, raging on their audacity to give tributes to a benevolent Primus when they were the ones that trapped him away from you!

How dare they?! How dare they?! How dare they?!

(In your dream, he pleads for them and you cannot forgive them for destroying the one that loved these fickle mortals. Your warmer, steadier half is missing, and you went mad and savage in your grief. Merciless and indiscriminate with your violent destruction as you allowed him to convince you to walk as a mech rather than remain interconnected to all yet distant.)

Eventually, this period, with its immense deprivation, widespread turmoil, and massive extinction toll across all waves of life was hailed to be the Age of Wrath.

________

They deem him an ornament -a pretty yet unfunctionless bauble, except the label itself- and he's freed.

Rung must walk on his own as he no longer qualifies for their dubious 'care', and no one looks when he crawls outside.

One guard unkindly kicks his back as he stops on the steps, too exhausted and unable to move, even when the paved ground taunts him by several yards.

The pede disappears.

"Follow me, old friend." It's a plea and a demand, and he says nothing when you scoop him up, infinitely patient and gentle, and he silently cries from the overwhelming, nostalgic scent of salt and sulfur with underlying rust and the texture of gritty plating pressing on his face.

He's submerged in a pool and he can't recall where a hot spring has opened nearby (or did that much time have passed already?), and he sighs at the rushing sting into his old wounds. He's placed in a carved nook and you remain before him. Rung is cradled by earth, set deep into it, and water flows around him.

You don't press your hard into him, but enough that when you croon, it vibrates into him, and he cries because it's a strange, haunting melody that taunted his dreams since the beginning of his scattered, faraway memories.

And it always begins with you.

(He loves you.

He has loved you since the beginning when there were only two that split in half. One went away, and the other stayed. The half that remained divided further to keep itself company in the all-consuming loneliness.

And the nameless currents of the sea sang to a desolate Primus before anything else walked upon the planet.)

________

"Do you remember?"

"Remember what?"

"What we were before, old friend?"

"When you fished me out, darling?"

________

Rung carves out a message upon a moon, and it isn't just for the remaining crew of the Lost Light who will forget him.

'Darling,' he calls out, and he pulls upon the tides of Cybertron from the gravity of Luna-1.

'Old friend,' you respond, following him in an endless dance, and spell out in the numerous dialects of 'I love you' with icebergs and the phantom lights of various creatures during mating seasons, all the languages you and he had learned since the beginning.

(The ignited hotspot from Luna-1 go to Cybertron, and many of them will settle by the coasts, fascinated by the new phenomena.)

[arsene-fixates]

Informant would keep my allergies in mind and it would be the most attractive thing ever

[literally-just-there]

"Kiss me..."

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[lexintothenex]

I finally whipped up something of a reference sheet for my dude!

[jrwiyuri]

Will people ever learn that being rude / condescending to people genuinely asking simple questions has never and will not ever be beneficial to activism. It will almost never get people on your side it will always make people dislike you and if people dislike the speaker they will be more likely to dislike the message.

[pastaxandria]

The Red Thread: Chapter 158

The Library of Pastaxandria has recorded for its shelves: Chapter 158 of The Red Thread.

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Chapter Summary:

You froze, your blood running cold. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck— Karen slowly spun to face you. There was a triumphant light in her eyes, the gleam of it fiery and merciless. There was only one way out now. “I’m having an affair with Daredevil!” you blurted out. Or: in which you and Karen have a Very Important Talk

Wordcount: 9.8k so a NICE MEATY CHAPTER, LET'S DO THIS

Warnings for this chapter: some metaphorical descriptions of the deep ocean (I'm sorry to thalassophobia but it's for plot purposes), and a joke about pregnancy (the pregnancy is not a plot clue either, I say that seriously this time).

Read me on AO3 to find out why Matt is basically a sperm whale

[working-dreamer]

It’s wild how shipping culture has changed so drastically over time on the internet.

In the old days people shipped characters who either had only one line of dialogue with each other, never even met, or not even from the same piece of media. It was the wild west and sure some ships were uncomfortable but people had the mindset to just block the tag and stay away from ships they didn’t enjoy.

Nowadays? It’s more like people have to clarify that their ship isn’t canon compliant, character adjacent, and story irrelevant otherwise they get a flood of comments saying “but this character isn’t like this in canon” and some people legitimately get angry if you’re not following the canon.

Like- shipping and fandom culture from what I understand it is about engaging with media in a way that caters to you. And if you don’t like a ship or show just… block the relevant tags and don’t engage in the ships? The internet isn’t supposed to cater to us- we have to cater ourselves to our internet environment. And no matter how many times people may harass others over a fandom or ship they don’t like, those ships are not gonna disappear.

The internet has just been getting worse when people have decided to place morality in their opinions by saying things like “if you enjoy the ship then you support (insert horrible thing here that’s usually completely unrelated to the ship itself)” when it used to be “eh, not my thing” and people just moved on.

And for the record this isn’t about a specific ship or anything- just an observation of how fandom has evolved (and regressed) over the years and I find it fascinating from a sociological perspective cause we still don’t know how having the internet from birth affects the development of kids and how that affects how they interact with others- isn’t that scary?

I know that’s slightly unrelated but the way people engage in media has been changing over they years and that also involves fandom and the maturity level thereof in the internet space and someone smarter than me could probably write a whole thesis paper about fandom culture and how the internet has hindered the social development of people and how that affects community specifically from a fandom lens.

Just- for your sanity younger internet children: it’s not worth harassing others over something as trivial as ‘it’s not canon that this character kisses another character.’ Just find ships you like. Block ships you don’t. And just enjoy your time doing what you like!

You can’t control the internet but you can nurture your little corner of it.

[vv-ispy]

Im 👀 at your Mondstadt having an underground area and I just want to bring up this idea in a fanfic I read (Windwheel Aster: Adored by the wind) where Mondstadt has secret underground passageway between them and Liyue for emergency use. Now im combining those ideas in my head of underground passageways beneath Old Mondstadt. Like some sort of dark souls crypt for those who perished (since its Really Hard to do a burial in the snow). You know how the wind brings Mondstadter's souldls home? Yeah what if thats not just a Venti thing but also existed during the time of Decarabian. (I can tie this into Istaroth but thats a whole nother paragraph)

DON't MIND ME HAVING SpeNT most of hte day reading that fic ahem

Crypts under Mondstadt...oh I love that idea it fits in mood-wise with the Actual Dead Guy under the statue, giving Mondstadt and ameno all the more ties to death and souls and imprisonment + yeah how do you deal with bodies when the ground is frozen hard and the city is micromanaged by the god. Why, if the bodies are getting in the way, why not remove them, help the souls pass on, and place the bodies neat and orderly filed away. Away from the people so they can focus on life instead of death, but each passed person can still be easily found in case they're needed. Besides, crypts are often under a church and Mondstadt is the nation most known for having a church....maybe not under Mondstadt's currentday church, but the people did use to 'bow' around the tall tower which houses a god....

But also........those Istaroth ties? 👀👀👀

[whoa-where-did-the-pancakes-go]

My hungry ass could NOT work in the saw bathroom

[nighttimeaboardthepearl]

characters who usually appear dominant and intimidating on the outside/in public but are super gentle with their partner or even enjoy being submissive for them in private 🤝 characters who appear calm and shy in public but enjoy showing their more dominant side to their partner only