#but it's late

[artemismoorea03]

DPxDC Prompt: I Got You Brother

Danny has been in Gotham for a while after things went south with his parents. But that's what happens when one's parents are convinced by the G.I.W. that Phantom killed "Real Danny" and took his place as a way to fill his sick obsession of "being alive" which - they couldn't be further from the truth - but his parents were so convinced by the evidence that they refused to listen. Vlad expected Danny to go with him and when Danny refused it made part of him snap.

Danny fled from his parents, the GIW and Vlad in the dead of the night. No family, no friends, nobody knew where he was and that was how he liked it.

He lived at the cave with the bats but refused their offer to come upstairs. He knew who they were and that they were safe but he also knew that if he took one step onto that elevator they would be his family. They would be his family and he couldn't risk losing another family.

He thought that living in the cave would prevent any of them from getting attached. So quickly his schedule turned into a cycle of patrols. Start patrols, stop in for lunch, patrol until dinner, patrol until breakfast, patrol again until lunch. Repeat day in and day out.

He told the team he didn't need to sleep and told them that he was fully a 'Ghost' from another dimension. As many details as he could keep from them the better.

Or so he thought.

Until after nearly a week of these endless patrol things changed. A fight with a particularly powerful ghost had wiped him out and while he managed to stay on his feet when he tried to continue patrol his vision blurred and his transformation dropped.

And so did Danny.

Danny wasn't even aware somebody was tailing him until a thick rope wrapped around his wrist and stopped his fall. Danny swung, hitting the side of a building with a tired grunt as he looked up.

Orphan.

"New brother! Got you!" Orphan called down to him as Danny tried to get his powers to respond, desperate to do anything to protect Orphan who was sliding closer to the edge.

Spoiler showed up within seconds, grabbing Orphan's ankles just as Orphan went over the edge and Red Robin grabbed Spoiler around her ankles. Frantic shouting echoed as Nightwing grabbed Red Robin around his ribs, the weight threatening to pull them all over before Red Hood grabbed Nightwing.

Danny reached up, trying to grab the rope when another wrapped around his free wrist from next to them. Batman was there and by his side was Robin, also there to help Danny and the others up.

He hadn't wanted a family.

He had run from who he was and the ones he loved.

But he found more people to love him.

It wasn't until Signal showed up - having been alerted to the situation and called to the scene - that Danny let the tears drip down his face.

He was home.

[deconstructthesoup]

Somewhere out there in the multiverse, there's a world where Brennan Lee Mulligan and Izzy Roland play Paul Matthews and Emma Perkins in The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

(And yes, Grant O'Brien plays Professor Hidgens in this universe)

[theartingace]

more spooky shadow-inks Ft: Od

[yeastymuffin]

what if i try to write a oneshot stoned?

[hit-with-rock]

I just got an email that I got an interview for a summer job I really want. It's co-instructing a 6-week geology field camp! I've been a teaching assistant at a field camp before so I'm excited to move up the hierarchy a little.

Geologic mapping is my passion and I also love teaching, especially in the field. My field camp experience changed my career trajectory and I love helping students also discover that passion. But I also think there's an important conversation to be had about how field camp is traditionally seen as a 'rite of passage' by being as physically and mentally challenging as possible, which isn't always the best learning environment for students. The vast majority of jobs do not require you to hike very fast up a mountain following your professor who is literally a mountain goat, and students shouldn't feel shitty about not being able to work at that pace. I loved the learning part of field camp, but at my first one, the intense pressure caused a major relapse in my eating disorder.

Now that I'm on the teaching side of things, I've been trying to emphasize that you can be a great geologic mapper and do fieldwork even if you're not a mountain goat. And also that if you aren't a great geologic mapper and hate fieldwork that field camp shouldn't ruin your outlook on your skills and knowledge or your self-esteem. There's room for everyone to succeed in geoscience and I wish that undergraduate degrees emphasized that more.

[rustycottoncandy]

Man I'm so normal about my characters

[tetsuwan-atom]

Everyone’s talking about maid outfits but blondie’s over here tuning his acoustic.

[my-name-is-not-kimmy]

'Twas the night before Dracula Daily, that tale that's so juicy. At the mausoleum nothing stirred, not even our Lucy

The substack was subscribed by each Tumblr with care, in hopes that our good friend Jonathan soon would be there;

The suitors were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of Lucy danced in their heads

[sailoreuterpe]

What's your favorite obscure ship for Bob’s?

I decided that "obscure" meant "not widely-known in my Tumblr circle of fandom." Some of these ships might be popular on other sites. On the flipside, a ship like BLT might not be popular outside of Tumblr but my tumblr buddies know of BLT through me. I could probably name at least a dozen more but I'm tired and this ask is hella old. T_T I also ship any polyamorous configuration of any three complementary ships, such as Gene/Rudy/Zeke.

Arnold/Kaylee Becky/Darryl Becky/Tina Gene/Jodi Gene/Rudy Gene/Zeke Harley/Jodi Harley/Louise Harley/Millie Jessica/Megan Kathleen/Mort Kaylee/Louise Kaylee/Rudy Mandy/Shanaya Rudy/Tina Rudy/Zeke Sasha/Tina Susmita/Tina

Feel free to ask me for any of my thoughts on any of these!

[deliciousnecks]

anyway! i’m sure they had cute babies.

[youhavereachedtheendofpie]

I want ice cream

[beardedmrbean]

Why did the artist for Disgaea 6 leave Cerberus's balls hanging out?

It's tied to the whole "Super Reincarnation" thing, you get those meditation balls usually, like these

But that was just too difficult for the artists, so they just left the balls out on Cerberus so they could be used the same way.

I'm surprised you didn't already know this, it's in all the game reviews and everything

[daughter-of-inklings]

Happy WBW! Do you have a favorite character from any of your WIPs / favorite WIP? What kind of things do you consider when doing the worldbuilding for a new story?

Hello! This is answered late because of ✨ work ✨ , but yes!

I do have a favorite WIP-- it's my epic fantasy book (The Lost Princess of Yggdrasil- TLPY) that I've been writing for multiple years because I wrote it in high school when my English wasn't great, and modeled it after a Shonen anime, complete with a festival episode. 🫠

I think that's in part why it's my favorite, because I've spent so long on it and with these characters, and growing and evolving them as the story changed? It's also just really fun to write, despite how long it takes me to do so because I write by hand in notebooks most of the time. Which is,,,, surprising to nobody, not very fast to transcribe, and then edit, and then rewrite,,, and edit again ,,,

Within that, my favorite character is the love interest Nicholas- a fox demon, who named himself Nicholas after Santa Claus, who is so devoted to his love interest and protecting her from war and malice that he's willing to be disowned as prince to run away with her, accepting nobody else as his wife. He started off as the comic relief, but he's gotten a lot more development as the love interest, and he's a funny lil' man. He's almost always like this-

“It’s your favorite.” He tilted his head to follow her touch, his left paw beginning to tap and drum away at the ground the more she scratched. “And you’re mine– my favorite sound, my favorite pillow to sleep on-” she scoffed, stifling a laugh, “favorite scent, person, place, comfort– my favorite everything.”

Things I consider when worldbuilding:

Vibes™

What Looks Coolest?

What Did I See in a Movie Lately that Looked Cool?

Oh, that's a cool idea that slaps-

Add Wings

Add Legs

Add Horns

Can it Purr? Does it have Slitted Pupils?

Can I use it to trap and bait my friends if I threw them into a DnD game set in this world?

Would this look Cool™ if I drew it?

The alternative being that my friend asked me a question and I had to make up an answer on the spot, as they did- for example, when they asked me about dragon species and their names. Turns out that they have names like sparkflights, rippletails, frostmanes because they were named by a child martyr who died in a war between dragons and the avariel.

[realace]

hello happy friday and WELCOME to dadwc!! From the taylor swift lyric prompts, 'i knew you'd haunt all my what-ifs', for character/pairing of your choice!

Oops it became a monster. It’s Hawke & Anders & Fenris and I made it pre-fenders because I always write these two pre-fenders but really it’s pre-pre-pre fenders. Maybe I’ll come back and make the ending romantic like I wanted to Also on AO3  @dadrunkwriting

Anders sauntered into Hawke’s apartment room, unlocked as always. Hawke's apartment was extremely pleasant and always a good time to hang out but Anders wasn't having it this evening. He was hungry and Hawke was MIA.

“Hawke! You said we were going to get dinner and I got tired of waiting at the clinic! You know I’m always tired after a whole day of volunteering. I had to walk here.” 

Hopefully his moaning would make Hawke feel guilty enough to pick him up with his car next time. He'd promised! And Anders was not above playing dirty when people didn't commit to their promises.

Or maybe Hawke would drive them somewhere nice to make up for Anders, bar food at the Hanged Man was perfectly fine but sometimes Anders wanted something that had gone through a few more health and safety checks. Anders immediately perked up at the prospect of decent food in his near future moving closer to Hawke's door, lifting his hand to start banging on it.

To his surprise the door disappeared from under him, Fenris’ stumbling out of Hawke’s room. Were those two... together? Anders had some hope that Fenris - the incredibly charming, handsome, broody, did he already say hot?, tattooed elf  - would eventually throw a look his way one of these days but if he was in competition with Hawke....

Anders' thoughts were redirected by the fact that Fenris' wet hair added to the elf's smouldering look and that he was dressed quite differently. It was like a puzzle that Anders was so close to figuring out, he just needed a moment longer. Fenris paid the mage no mind as he walked past, pausing once he'd reached the coat hanger to look back, as if suddenly realizing Anders had been in the living room.

Anders swiveled following Fenris, the realization of what was so different, when his eyes landed on the punk-rock cat on Fenris' shirt. Or rather, Anders' shirt. Karl had given it to him before his first college day, and the cat one eye stained bloody from where Anders' had spilled wine on it, not even an hour after wearing it for the first time. It hadn't even been his own wine, dammit.

But there Fenris was, wearing his t-shirt. Anders' t-shirt.

Anders' jaw would have made it to the floor if he wasn't so befuddled on how his shirt had ended up on Fenris. Fenris who was now shrugging his leather jacket on top of the forsaken cat, and making his way out of Hawke's door. Fenris who hadn't given Anders the light of day even though they were always in the same friend group and Anders wasn't above machinations to trying to get them alone to talk.

"Mage." Fenris raised a hand in greeting, turned around and walked out, eloquent as he always was with Anders.

Anders' mouth was still gaped open when the door shutting brought him back to reality. All of a sudden puzzle pieces of why Fenris had his shirt on started whirwilding through his mind.

Anders had left it over last time he slept over at Hawke’s and - now Fenris was wearing it. How was we going to get it back? Hawke had somehow given it to Fenris and Anders couldn't very much say: "Hey the shirt your boyfriend gave you to wear? Funny thing, actually my ex-boyfriend gave it to me, and he's dead now so can I have it back?" Or could he? 

What if Fenris didn't want to give it back? If he considered the shirt a gift from his boyfriend - was Hawke his boyfriend? It would make things more difficult. Anders had a limited idea of why Fenris disliked him, but if it was because he thought Anders was jealous, Anders was in some tough shit.

He wasn't given much time to debate whether or not Fenris disliked him enough to refuse it out of spite - Anders may not have the understanding to know why Fenris disliked him with less than twenty five total words exchanged but he was an expert at knowing avoidance born from dislike, he was an expert if you would - when Hawke, the person Anders had decided was to blame for all of this walked in.

"Oh hey Anders! Listen, I'm really sorry that you had to walk here, okay? It's just Fenris had an emergency so I was handling that and then I was going to text you. But Bela- well, she sent a picture and then Fenris needed a shirt but you're here now? And I promise we can get whatever you want, my treat." With that Hawke enveloped Anders is his arms, lifting the mage from the ground before putting him back down, a little worse for wear, but feeling a lot more loved, anger dissipating the slightest bit.

Anders' whirlwind of thoughts had not been helped by the air being squeezed out of his lungs by Hawke, but he had figured out that there was a bunch of information he had to parse from the hurricane Hawke had just thrown at him. Hawke and Fenris weren't together? But Hawke and Bela were getting together? And Hawke was buying him food? 

Wait, no, the shirt, he had to tackle the shirt problem first. Or, wait, maybe the Fenris emergency problem? Definitely the emergency problem, he would be a terrible healer if he let that slide, which he almost did but that wasn't the point.

"What was Fenris emergency?" Hawke let out a chuckle, herding them over to the couch where he flung himself backwards tapping the seat next to him so Anders would sit down.

“Oh you know, Bela saw on one of those videos where one person says “catch me” and then jump into someones arms?" Hawke's hands were expressive, two fingers displaying a person jumping into his other palm.

“Yeah?” Anders had no idea where this was going, his internet excursions were all cat videos, thank you very much.

“Well we’d gone out of out way to get to Isabela’s smoothie place and I LOVE the red passion smoothie, you know the bright red one?" Anders did not know the one, Isabela's place was unfortunately a car ride away and he'd only had the pleasure of enjoying one once, when she'd been kind enough to bring him one after work, stopping by the clinic. That didn't stop him from nodding along to the story, however.

"Well you know Bela, she loves that kind of stuff. So she jumped and said "catch me!" and I caught her. Of course I did! There is a slight chance that my red smoothie went flying into Fenris shirt when I did but who's to say? The important part is that I caught her." Anders quite thinks the important part is how Fenris came into possession of Anders' shirt when so far it seems like Hawke's singlehandedly been at fault.

"So I couldn't let the poor man walk around like a crime scene, blood red stains. So I let him pick out a shirt and I was like pick whichever. Boom emergency over." Hawke looked quite proud, leaning back into the chair, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Hawke, did you by chance look at the shirt you gave Fenris?" Anders was relieved the emergency had just been a clothing one, but it still remained that Fenris had his shirt.

"I didn't give it to him as much as I let him take it, why? I told him to grab a band tee and maybe I wasn't looking when he said 'this one?' cause I was looking at my phone because Bela - is there a reason you're asking? Do you want one of my shirts too?" With that Hawke waggled his eyebrows.

"Hawke you let him have my shirt! That you were going to bring to dinner with you tonight?" Anders' articulated every word while boring his eyes into Hawke whose previously satisfied smirk started reshaping into something like a frown.

"Is that what he was wearing? I kinda thought it was Carvers, it looked kinda big on him from the back.” With that Hawke shrugged his shoulders, accompanied  by a sheepish smile.

“But you’re not, like, attached to that shirt are you?” Hawke looked apologetic at least, but Anders was already planning multiple layers of apology-induced favors he was going to wring out of Hawke in the future. The thought almost made him giddy if it hadn't been for the situation at hand.

Anders made a face that Hawke could not interpret any other way than that the Anders was, as a matter of fact, attached to that shirt.

“Oh, well, Fenris’ house is a few blocks over. I’ll drive you there and then he can take you home after!” Anders couldn't even start to articulate what a monumentally bad idea it was to deliver him to a guy who somehow disliked him when they hadn't even properly interacted before Hawke had hustled him into the car, drove the three minutes it had taken to get to Fenris' place and then practically shoved Anders out of the car.

"I'll go pick Bela but Fenris will give you a ride back! Text me what food you want me to order! We'll have dinner at my place!" Hawke sped away leaving behind an Anders who was regretting life and seriously considering skipping dinner and finding a bus to take him home. The other option was walking back to the clinic and biking back home but the cloud had started looking overcast and Anders hated biking on an empty stomach.

There was of course, a third option. Anders was currently standing in front of Fenris' apartment, the building just as nice - if not nicer - as Hawke's and Anders had to ring the doorbell that Hawke had told him to, if he wanted to get his shirt back.

He could always just ask him the next time they saw each other. The reality that there was no way he'd get Fenris alone any other way led to him pressing the code for Fenris' apartment, the intercom ringing and waiting for Fenris to reply

"Hi it's me, Anders? Uh, Hawke dropped me off, can I come up?"

"Mage?"

"Not my name, but yes, it's looking like it's about to rain so if you wouldn't mind?" Anders leaned as much of his frame under the small  overhang as possible, feeling the  start of droplets soaking through his shirt where he wasn't covered.

He heard the buzzing sound of the entry door and gratefully made his way in, away from the rain, trekking towards where the signs had said Fenris' apartment would be. After a single knock Fenris opened the door, looking directly at Anders who started babbling before his brain could communicate any regrets to the rest of his body.

"So I know Hawke gave you that shirt, and I know I shouldn't appear at your place unannounced, and I know we've exchanged like 20 words max and no, I haven't been counting." Anders rambled while Fenris stood there, unfazed. Was that an 'I hate you, why are you here look?', has he always been this inexpressive or was it only now that Anders desperately needed to read him to ask this favor?

"But actually, that's my shirt, I left it at his place and he gave it to you, but it wasn't his to give, so do you think I could get it back?" Anders tried his best pleading look, but the idea of rejection stung. But Fenris was a reasonable person? No? What reason would he have to say no? Anders' pessimism warred with his realism when suddenly where he'd been looking at Fenris' eyes was covered by cloth.

Fenris... was stripping off his shirt, right in front of Anders, and he had abs? Anders' brain had to do a force reboot, as a shirtless Fenris was handing over his shirt, neatly folded, back to him. 

Anders was dumbstruck, this elf that seemingly hated him gave back his shirt without any fuss? Anders had more difficulty having people who liked him - yes, Hawke - cooperating this well with him.

"Ah, thank you. It means a lot to me, my ex- anyways, thank you."

"You're welcome, Anders." How many words did that make that they had exchanged now? Anders started counting backwards, five, ten, fifteen when he noticed Fenris was holding the door, ready to close it as Anders was standing in the doorway.

He quickly stepped back, cheeks flushing, looking at Fenris - who was still shirtless, which made him flush even harder - who had started to push the door closed. The door was an two inches from closing when Anders remembered that Fenris was his ride back, the sound of thunder bring him back to reality and putting his foot in the door holding it open.

The look Fenris shot him was incredulous and Anders couldn't contain the wince in response.  He retracted his foot, hoping Fenris would just continue closing the door, resolving to walk back to Hawke's place, thunderstorm and all.

Lifting his head he found himself being stared at by a Fenris with one eyebrow quirked, unluckily for Anders not content to going back to ignoring him. Anders felt a brief moment of longing for when their exchanged words had been closer to zero than to a hundred, but managed to make formulate his thoughts about needing a ride in his head.

"Uh, sorry, Hawke said you'd give me a ride back?" Anders watched a war of emotions flutter through Fenris' face before his face settled on something that could only be shark-like. Anders watched him grab a white t-shirt from behind the door, slipping it over before grabbing his keys and stepping out, locking the door behind him.

"Come along then, it seems Hawke and I have something to discuss." Anders' couldn't quite stifle the smile that Hawke was going to be in trouble with Fenris as well, wondering if this was the start of a friendship.

​

[gamequeenanya]

Tickletober Day 19: Revenge - (Switch Mr. Hippo, Switch Orville.)

Summary: During one of Mr. Hippo’s speeches, he remembers some trickery bestowed upon him and decides to take his revenge. Their captive audience member is amused.

...

"So you see, there I was..." Mr Hippo drawled in his usual way. "Out there on a picnic with Orville, when suddenly Orville pointed to something in the sky. I followed his finger and I saw it was a simple Blue Jay. Yeah, it was quite pretty. I could look at it all day... But you see, I was in the middle of eating a sandwich. And when I looked back into my hands, the sandwich was gone!" He said, recounting his surprise.

I noticed that him walk over to the prize counter and drag Orville back into the office. Orville looked a little nervous. Knowing what was about to happen, I smirked. Well, as long as I was here, I may as well be entertained!

Mr. Hippo grinned at Orville. "Right. You remember that Orville, don't you...?" His fingers fluttered slightly at his sides. Orville jumped, refusing to let out a sound. "Oh, don't you know...? Orville's very ticklish. You should have seen him that Sunday when we went bowling. After a losing streak, I wanted to find a way to cheer him up. I playfully poked him, and imagine my reaction when he yelped and jumped ten feet in the air! The rest is history.”

I chuckled to myself. These two would never get old.

"EEEEEEEEE! HEEHEHEEHEHEHEEAHAHAAHAHAHAAAAA!" Orville shrieked as Mr. Hippo got his underarms. "NOHOHOHOOT THEEHEHEHEHERE!!!"

"Heh-heh. He's got you now!" I teased in a low tone.

"NOHHOHOHOOHOOOOOOOOOHOOOO!" Orville whined, laughing and thrashing in his friend's grip.

"Oh, just try to turn the tables Orville! You know I'm barely ticklish!" Mr. Hippo chuckled.

"Oh yes...? But you're still ticklish somewhere!" He shot back, reaching and tickling in any place he could reach. Trying his ribs, sides, and underarms.

"Heheheheehee! Nice try, Orville!" Mr. Hippo smiled, getting Orville's belly.

"EEHEEHEHEHHEEEHEE! NOHOHO FAIHIHIHIIHIHIR!"

Suddenly Orville brushed his fingers along his neck and Mr. Hippo squeaked. "EHEHEHEEHEHEHHEHEHEEEEEE!! WAHAHHAHAAHAIT!"

"I’ve found your weak spot!" Orville chuckled, and continued brushing his fingers along his neck. "Now let's see: where else might you be ticklish? Perhaps... Your belly? Or your hips? Or your feet?"

As he tickled every spot he mentioned, Mr. Hippo laughed, the dam already broken. It was impossible to tell how sensitive those areas really were.

"HEHEEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE! COHOHOOHME OHOHOHOOHON OHOHOHOHRVILLE!"

Watching the two silly robots, I laughed and sat back in my chair, munching on the provided popcorn. While this would be a long eternity, I made sure to cherish any and all breaks I could get.

[manjiroscum]

i wanna eat ice cream