#do i just casually explain

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[froschli96]

Can we talk about how Kadar says to Altaïr in the beginning: "An excellent kill! Fortune favors your blade!", and then in the bureau with Malik, before Altaïr goes to meet "Robert", Malik says to him "Fortune favor your blade, brother."

And then THAT is what prompts Altaïr to actually finally apologize to him?

(It's these little things in the writing that make me go feral! Another one of my favorite parts is Altaïr and Malik calling each other "Dai" - Altaïr first calls Malik Dai before doing investigations during the Majd Addin mission, showing his character growth in how he's willing to humble himself in front of Malik by basically acknowledging him as a superior of sorts (he's even THANKING him here for his help - compare this to "I am your superior, in both title and ability! You should know better than to question me!"), and then when they last talk before Altaïr goes to confront Al Mualim, Malik calls HIM Dai, in turn acknowledging his growth 😭 I just... I love them so much, I don't even know what to do with myself anymore.)

[literallyjusttoa]

I am a “Meg and Apollo’s master/servant bond evolved into something a lot like an empathy link post their dip into Chaos in TDP” truther and I will be till the day I die.

[specialbluehens]

i think it would be very silly, a little hee hee funny, if shane ended up put in an older sibling role (without trying) to the younger bachelors/bachelorettes

[tvckerwash]

I have a hc that post beating the crap out of his CO but prior to being demoted back to corporal, wash spent like a week as an ODST drill sergeant as a 'punishment' until the higher ups finished their investigation, and that's the only real experience training others he has going into chorus.

so basically, wash tortured tucker and the combined armies of chorus with the brutal training used to root out the people who couldn't make the cut as an ODST, which only makes the scene where the kids jump grif even funnier than it already is.

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

The Dancing Rabbit & Guard

When you’d chosen to take the shift tonight, in place of your coworker who couldn’t make it, you didn’t have much of a problem with it. It wasn’t like you were going to do anything else... or sleep.

Nobody was certain on the details—all you simply knew was that he couldn’t make it. A part of you wondered if he’d be back by tomorrow or not.

Glancing towards the old clock in the office, you noticed how it revealed that it was nearly half an hour until two. You suppressed a yawn.

You knew that your shift would end right at six—you’d be free to go back home after the long night, and you certainly hoped that it would reach the time soon enough.

So far, in the short time that you’d been inside the attraction... the local animatronic rabbit didn’t seem to stop moving.

Arriving a minute before twelve, and as you’d started getting used to the systems, you’d seen the rabbit in the arcade room... but not for very long.

Only a minute or two later, when you’d looked back at the camera, he’d moved. And he kept moving—he didn’t seem to stay in one room for very long.

Despite how distant or muffled it would sound, on multiple occasions, it almost sounded like he was speaking, yet you couldn’t make out anything specific. Was it your imagination?

Was the echoed chuckling your imagination, too? The laughter, and the clanging, coming from down somewhere within the vents?

...You didn’t think so. Especially not after looking through the cameras earlier, and spotted the rabbit—Springtrap—crawling through it.

Thankfully, with the press of a button, you were able to seal it. Although... that didn’t stop you from hating the vents—especially now, with the knowledge of it being another path for the rabbit.

The last time you’d blocked his path in the vents had been ten minutes ago. He wasn’t there any longer—you knew he wasn’t in there, that was easy to tell...

...But, then, where was he now? After checking over the vent cameras one final time, you’d switched to the main ones, but...

You really didn’t like these cameras very much. You could barely see anything on them—there was always all of that static, and-

You groaned. Now, you couldn’t see anything at all. You were able to remember the maintenance panel, at least. I need to reboot it...

Looking away from the cameras—not like there was anything to currently see—you turned to reach for the maintenance panel... only to freeze.

Standing in the entryway of the office was the rabbit, his gray eyes staring intently towards you. Damn it!

As Springtrap started to take slow, heavy steps into the office, almost certainly heading for you, you began to look around, frantically.

There were three things that could potentially be rebooted. The ventilation, cameras, and audio. You knew what it could be used for—you’d lured him away earlier that night.

Despite the cameras needing to be rebooted, the audio was still fine... wasn’t it? It didn’t need to be rebooted. I have to get him out of here! It better work...

Taking a deep breath, you turned back around to face the monitor, while attempting to ignore the sound of footsteps. You raised a hand to press the audio button-

When a moldy green hand launched forward, and grabbed hold of your wrist, you could feel yourself flinch as your eyes went wide.

A second later, you were pulled up onto your feet, and closer to where Springtrap was currently standing. “H-Hey! Let me go!”

You tugged and tugged, but your wrist wouldn’t be freed. The rabbit seemed to have a good grip, but you weren’t feeling any pain.

“Struggle all you want,” When the rabbit spoke, his voice came out as both raspy, yet smooth. “But you’re going to do what I want.”

You frowned, thoughts racing through your mind, when Springtrap tore you away from those with another sudden movement.

He pulled you closer once more—close to the tall rabbit’s chest. One of his hands remained holding your wrist, although, you thought you felt it moving.

His other hand, however, was placed around your back. You didn’t know what to say, or even what to think.

Springtrap began moving, and so did you—even if you didn’t want to—even if you were trying to get free from the rabbit’s grasp.

It took you a minute or two, but it finally registered to you within your mind what was going on—what the rabbit’s movements meant: dancing.

...But, why? Why was Springtrap dancing? Why was he making you? What was he going to do after? Hurt you? You certainly knew he could be capable.

You felt yourself stumble a bit, and let out a huff. “This... This isn’t something that I’m-“

A chuckle escaped the rabbit, his ears twitching. His left hand had intertwined with your own, you realized—while feeling his right hand moving again.

“Oh, trust me when I say this...” He started slowly, in the process of twirling you around beside him. His ears continued to twitch.

You’d never danced like this before—you’d never had anyone for it, and... this rabbit? This wasn’t who you imagined having a dance with... ever.

But... this was certainly better, at least, compared to what else he could potentially do. You’d heard of how he attacked someone... and saw the aftermath.

It had been a former coworker of yours that he’d attacked... although, you hadn’t known them well. They never returned. Nobody blamed them.

After the twirl, you were pulled close to him again. His voice was practically the only noise in the office, aside from his footsteps, and your breathing. His voice...

You didn’t want to admit it—not to the rabbit—but... it was nice. Why was this old rabbit’s voice so nice? It was almost... comforting, in a way.

You wanted to try and ignore the voice—ignore Springtrap, but... right now? It all seemed practically impossible.

You weren’t held in the last position for much longer, as you were suddenly dipped down low by Springtrap.

You were held there, staring up into the glowing gray eyes of Springtrap—his focus wasn’t leaving you. The eyes—he remained focused on you. It almost felt as if the eyes were burning into you.

One of his arms, you noticed, simply remained against your back—but as you remained there, the rabbit’s other hand moved up...

...And you watched and felt as the cold animatronic hand was placed gently against their cheek. He seemed to stroke it.

“...With how much we’ll be doing this, you and I, I’m certain you’ll get much better...” The rabbit chuckled.

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

MC: Isaac won’t come out of his room!

Dazai: Just tell him I said something.

MC: Like what?

Dazai: Anything factually incorrect.

MC, shrugging: If you say so.

Isaac, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

[bitterseaproduction]

On one hand? Ear infection became bronchitis.

On the other hand? Spent a sleepless night + morning in urgent care distracting myself with a brainstorm of baby Phoenix Wright actually managing to get face-to-face with baby Demon Prosecutor Edgeworth and interacting long enough for a) Von Karma to vibe check those two and b) Wrightworth to have mutual angst over Miles bonding with, then pushing Phoenix away to protect the both of them.

Queue a dramatic sequence of dominoes as Phoenix rebounds hard for Dahlia, then Von Karma gets Miles purposely put on the Doug Swallow case so Miles has to prosecute and convict Phoenix for murder (and thus get him killed) while listening to Phoenix’s hurt betrayal and desperate faith in him and his cooing over Dahlia Hawthorne, all against the backdrop of Mia spitting resentment at Miles and Dahlia both, yet inspiring Phoenix to fight back, and of course Miles would pull a Turnabout Samurai and suddenly start helping the defense and protecting Phoenix and the shock from Mia and relief from Phoenix even as he’s heartbroken again by Dahlia’s coldness (poor guy kicked by BOTH his loves in the same year!) and Phoenix is found Not Guilty but OH the fallout with Von Karma for purposely losing alongside Iris getting revealed early? Oh, the joy.

Long story short, Edgeworth leaves or gets kicked out of the prosecutor’s office, all while assuming the love of his life (the one he rejected and endangered yet ultimately saved) is going to get his happy ending with his actually sweet girlfriend after all…

…And then Mia Fey approaches him. Questions his actions. Commends him. Offers him a job.

And on Miles’ first day at Fey & Co’s office, the first person to walk in is not a client, but Phoenix Wright, his face mask gone, an art portfolio bag slung over his shoulder, and that silly pink sweater of his swapped for a blue hoodie. Miles takes one look at the man and freezes up, and can only watch as Phoenix bows to Mia, thanking her before stuttering out a request to speak to Miles privately, all while shooting the new defense lawyer a wide, hopeful smile.

And Miles Edgeworth finds himself for once truly and utterly speechless.

[yuenity]

You ever vehemently disagree with something that the majority of fandom seems to accept as fanon

[sambrosiac]

not now sweetie, mommy's defending sam winchester in the tiktok comments

[shannonsketches]

like why did they change where Vegeta was when Cell announced the cell games in the anime

why did they make this vegeta starting shit with yamcha instead of chillin in the lab with his family? why did they take Bulma out of the lab? Why'd they say she was Out while Dr Brief was repairing 16? Why did they change Bulma working on advanced robotics to running in late with her baby?

it's the same scene except: - Bulma's actively at work being a scientist - Vegeta's not being rude to her (or anyone else!) - Vegeta waits for Trunks instead of leaving the room - Cell interrupted the airwaves, which means Trunks and Vegeta were just hanging out with Bulma and Dr B while they were working

Those are all Great Character Details!! That the anime rails against!!

[yashley]

#i don’t know i’m gay

[keicordelle]

So I don't like, actually ship anyone from Idolish7 aside from yukimomo. I respect the Mezzo shippers, but I'm on the fence about it; I think they make a really nice platonic pair and I'm not really sure how I feel about viewing that in a romantic light. I see it, I get it, I'm on the fence.

BUT I could fully see Pythagoras in a QPR together. Nothing sexual about it at all, but they all just sort of come together and support each other in a way that probably makes others squint at them in confusion. You'll find them cuddled up together on the couch or in someone's bed because "it helps Nagi sleep". Know what brand of toothpaste and coffee and tissues the others prefer, makes sure to bring that home whenever they're running low. They go to each other first for comfort when something goes wrong, Mitsuki sneaks little memos into their lunches, Yamato brings home little gifts every time he goes out.

Anybody Yamato or Nagi dates learns really quick that they must be okay with the qpr trio or they will not be asked out again. Pythagoras comes first

[puthyflapps]

Has Clarke ever walked in on fuck boy Lexa getting sucked off by some girl the locker room or at a party? (Let's say Clarke has been in a relationship since before meeting Lexa in this scenario so while she's been interested she hasn't ended her relationship for this fuck boy)

Well the gag is, the two of them have been best friends since they were in diapers and they’ve also been in love with each other for as long as they can remember. The issue is that neither of them have ever been brave enough to fully cross that line; afraid of rejection and/or ruining the friendship they share. As the pair grew older they each dealt with this simmering tension in their own way. Lexa threw herself head first into the hormone filled waters of the high school social scene whereas Clarke chose what she perceived to be a much simpler path…flat out denial.

So to answer your question, has Clarke ever walked in on Lexa and another girl, the answer is an easy and resounding yes. The unfortunate part is that it’s happened several times and each time Clarke has accidentally walked in on some girl down on her knees between Lexa’s legs or caught sight of an explicit text message flashing across Lexa’s phone screen, it’s come at the worst time possible. Every time Clarke finds herself thinking that she might finally take a chance on the girl she’s loved her entire life along comes a painful reminder that Lexa would never give up her extracurricular activities to be with one girl.

And poor, idiot Lexa who’s convinced herself that if she can’t have the one girl she truly wants most in this world then the next best thing is to simply have every girl, is so oblivious to this trail of chaos she leaves in her wake. The most egregious example being the night of Octavia’s 18th birthday party when unbeknownst to Lexa, Clarke had walked in on her and on-again-off-again girlfriend Costia getting reacquainted in the Blake’s pool house.

Clarke wasn’t entirely sure what about that night felt so different or why she had the sudden urge to abandon this cat and mouse game and just admit to being hopelessly, stupidly head over heels for the girl. Maybe it was the endearing way that Lexa ignored protests from the other players as she consistently rigged games of beer pong in Clarke’s favor by knocking in her wayward shots and gifting her the ball back time after time, blatantly ignoring the 2-shots-per-turn rule. Perhaps it was the goofy way Lexa had shouted across the party for Clarke to ‘watch!’ as she did a backflip into the pool. Maybe it was the sweet way Lexa smiled at Clarke while they slow danced that night; not caring one bit that Clarke spent the whole time rambling on about some book she’d been reading while stepping all over Lexa’s toes as she struggled to find her rhythm.

It was hard to say what moment had finally tipped Clarke over the precipice but, whatever it was it had surely left her with a fire in her belly and an urge to find Lexa immediately. So she set off in search of the girl, slinking expertly through the crowd of sweaty bodies and pausing only momentarily to ask the birthday girl which way she’d seen Lexa go. In hindsight, when the words “pool house” rolled off of Octavia’s lips, Clarke should’ve known what she was about to bear witness to. But, she was high off the feeling of young love and her brain was dulled from the abhorrent amount of cheap beer she’d had to drink that night so she thought nothing more of it.

And ya know, the worst part wasn’t opening the door to find Costia’s lips wrapped around Lexa’s length. It wasn’t the way Lexa’s own lips parted in pleasure as her cheeks flushed an annoyingly sexy shade of pink. Nor was it the way Lexa grunted and moaned in pleasure before telling the girl servicing her that she “missed this” and “missed her”. No, the worst, most heartbreaking part of it all was the way Lexa lied straight to her face later that night when Clarke asked where she had disappeared to earlier. Yeah, the way Lexa’s eyes had subtlety grown wide in shock at the sudden inquisition, and the way her cheeks tinged that stupid shade of pink again as she stuttered her way through some half assed excuse about catching up with a few friends, that fucking hurt.

It hurt so much because she couldn’t even tell her best friend about the girl who broke her heart at some stupid birthday party.

[phlegm--princess]

my honest tierlist

[kraviolis]

Belos: I’m going to raise Luz as my daughter and ensure that she remains pure and loyal to me.

Also Belos: I’m going to let the 7-years-old clone of my brother take care of her I’m sure he’ll be able to do that.

you joke but thats LITERALLY his entire thought process at first. he's so isolated and arrogant that he couldnt possibly comprehend the idea that luz wouldnt see him as her father despite the fact he literally told hunter he was going to be her older brother and never once encouraged hunter to see him as anything but an uncle.

i attribute this to the fact that philip is an orphan who only ever knew his blood brother as his only caretaker, so he sorta took having a brother for granted and didn't realize that was something you could want rather than something that just Is.

(also caleb was the only person philip ever truly knew + loved and even well into his 300s he never once picked up a child psychology book and realized that Perhaps His Worldview Was Skewed Because Of That.)

he literally like. could not comprehend the idea that you could even choose your own family outside of like. being adopted by someone. thats the other thing with him being so annoyingly christian in this AU, he was taught that your blood family (esp yr parents) is always the most important thing in your life & you should always be grateful to them no matter what.

(this is another factor into why he keeps making grimwalkers. in his own twisted viewpoint, it's him giving caleb another chance. and another. and another-- at least in this specific characterization of him.)

philip thought that him adopting luz would mean she would immediately be eternally grateful to him and call him father and the whole nine yards. but he forget to actually express that expectation until it was too late (aka until he heard her call him uncle for the first time)

honestly, hes not MAD about it. he's just sorta :( about it bcus hes not actually insane and can still logically think like "she did say she had just lost her real father to an illness its perfectly reasonable for her to not want to replace him" (he doesnt think it outloud but he also enjoys living thru her vicariously

but also later on as she gets older it gets to a point where he's like "ok its been years now why isnt she trying to replace him yet" bcus he thinks its a normal + healthy part of the grieving process to replace the person you lost (figuratively or, in his case, Literally)