#do not litter!

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.1

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As someone who lived in the middle of nowhere, Amity, the ocean both terrified and enthralled Danny Fenton.

The first time his parents took him to the beach, it was the middle of the day and he’d been stuck in the prototype GAV for hours upon hours on their “quick, ghost rumor hunting field trip.”

It wasn’t quick, and they caught exactly zero ghosts. When Danny saw the expanse of sand underneath the summer sun, he and Jazz both bounded out of the van like feral little monkeys. Danny and Jazz sprinted down the sand, their parents ambling behind them with their arms loaded up with towels, a first aid kit, and an ungodly amount of mildly ecto contaminated food that they already fought before getting onto the beach.

Danny had splashed into the water, yelped at the freezing temperature, and then promptly found a shell to keep. His mom taught him how to swim with the waves, having come from Surf City herself, and his dad taught Jazz how to dive.

It was a day full of fond memories, especially the memory of the Great War of Sand-Castle Crushing he and Jazz waged against each other.

They stuck around for the sunset, the ripples of colors and peacefulness that swept across the vast waters caught Danny in its hold.

He hadn’t forgotten that moment. Not even when he died.

After a particularly hard day as Phantom, Danny would fly to the coast and loose hours just sitting on the sand and watching the waves lap against the shore. And when those nights were clear? It felt like a slice of his own personal heaven, with the stars shining on his shoulders and the encompassing crash of the waves sheltering his heart.

And on some days, when being Danny left him frustrated, Danny would fly out to the coast and use his intangibility to walk beneath the waves. Near the coast, it’s cloudy with swirls of moving sand and disturbed waters. He walked, and walked, and floated and floated beneath the waters, taking contentment from the way the moonlight of his stars filtered through the water. He admired the way light would glint on the scales of fish and crustaceans alike as he floated beneath the surface. On those days, Danny would pick up trash and polluted things and bring them to shore, to place in the trash cans and all of the recycling cans. He picked up shells and decorated the beaches he frequented, because if it were decorated, perhaps people would refrain from chucking their waste into the sea.

Well, usually, it’d be trash.

Danny watched speechlessly, jaw cracked open just a smidge, as an explosion happened right over his head. The distortion of the water did not hide the fact that there were large chunks of plane pelting down at him, a different figure flying away from the explosion. Danny went invisible and intangible as large metal pieces plunged into his current water space.

“Gosh, people these days,” he huffed. “This is gonna take forever to…”

Danny trailed off, seeing a humanoid shape crash into the water, clearly unconscious. Danny didn’t hesitate before shooting towards the drowning person, glowing green and fully visible again. The stranger’s eyes- holy shit, that’s Batman- turned towards him before closing behind cracked open lenses. Batman slumped falling unconscious. That’s not good.

Danny rocketed out of the water with the vigilante in his arms. If it weren’t for his supernatural strength, there’s no way lanky teenage Danny would have been able to carry Batman’s grown ass built like a tank self to the shore. Likewise, if it weren’t for his strength, Danny wouldn’t have been able to start chest compressions through the layers of armor.

Danny leaned back with a sigh as Batman coughed out only a bit of water, because Danny hadn’t taken all that long to get to him, and held up his hands in a “I don’t have weapons” way as Batman whirled to him.

“Hi. Are you alright?” Danny asked, ectoplasm and instinctive ghost speak fuzzing his words a bit. Damn, Batman must have nearly died a lot. He’ll freak out about meeting Batman later.

“You saved me,” an awkward pause. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. The other guy went that way.”

Danny waved vaguely.

“…What are you?”

“Oh my god, Batman, you can’t just ask someone what they are!” He immediately replied, inwardly smacking himself for the joke. He watched Batman’s face, watching for any sign of discrimination against ghosts, or any sign the man had a sense of humor.

“…”

Neither, apparently, was the answer.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just here to clean up the beaches. You humans really like to pollute the beaches. It’s quite rude, you know. That plane of yours, well, it’s not your fault,” he amended. “But it’s gonna damage sea life. And I don’t know if you’re in the habit, but please don’t litter on the beach or in the water, especially with your unconscious body. It’s tedious to clean.”

“…I see.”

“Stay. I’ll take out your plane. Make sure it doesn’t stay on the sand, alright?”

With that, Danny stood. Unaware of the way the moonlight lit up his hair like white flames and accentuated the sharp points of his ears, Danny turned away and flew back to the plane site, dragging the pieces up with ease.

Batman sat on the sand, likely exhausted from his fight, and watched him carry the pieces of the aircraft up.

“Here. All done. I gotta get going,” because Danny has school and this just lost him two hours. “Will you be alright?”

Batman nodded once, sharply.

“Good.” Danny went invisible, watching Batman sat up straighter, glancing around in a suddenly visible awareness. Oh, well. Tucker’s gonna freak out.

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Three years later, Danny’s moved to Gotham for university.

And after midterm season, Danny went for a ghostly walk, but this time, in the waters surrounding Gotham.

When he surfaced, Batman was crouching on a lamp post, waiting for him.

“Oh, it’s you,” Danny said. “Hello. Did you know that people are polluting these waters with bodies too?”

“Yes,” Batman said, graveled voice resounding on the shipping containers around them.

“You should do something about that. Do you like places that are polluted?”

Batman sighed. “What are you?”

Danny hears a small, tinny voice by Batman’s ear, coming from a comm.

“Oh my god, B, you can’t just ask someone what they are!”

Mind flashing back to the night Danny drug a waterlogged Batman out of the ocean, Danny cracked a smile.

“Phantom,” he said, decisively. And, because this isn’t Amity anymore, “the Beach Clean Up crew from the flip side.”

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Bruce, waking up on the sand: wtf

Bruce, seeing a child next to him who probably saved him: wtf (in “adoption”)

Bruce, seeing Danny’s skin glitter like stars, hair aflame, and pointy ears: wtf (in “I can adopt fae folk, right?”)

Bruce, seeing that Danny doesn’t leave any footprints: wtffff (detective mind goes brrrr)

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Bruce, after Danny leaves: *donates 20 mil towards beach clean up efforts and anti-pollution causes*

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Bruce’s Goggle Search History, documented by Oracle:

Sea spirits

Sea vampires

How to parent supernatural kids

How to thank your sea child

Are shells a good gift?

Ocean conservation efforts

Sea spirits that glitters under moonlight

Sea spirits that cleans up beaches

Wayne corporation waste disposal

Companies that dump trash into the sea

*outgoing call to Lucius Fox*

What is “mean girls”

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Bruce, learning “current pop culture” from his kids:

Bruce, remembering the kid who saved him and realizing he’s probably as old as his own kids are: *adoption tendencies intensifies*

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

I Sentence You (dpxdc vers)

Danny Fenton defeated the Joker

Danny Fenton not Phantom

As a civilian

Not a Vigilante

How?

Well even with all these vigilantes working against the Joker it was getting them nowhere

Always the same game of cat and mouse on repeat for what seemed eternity.

So he chose a different direction

" I sentence you Jack White also known as the Joker to death. May God have mercy on your soul. "

Swinging his gavel down with a resounding bang that seemed to echo in all of Gotham as people everywhere watched from their TV's or listened from their radios.

" Judge Danny Fenton defeated the Joker. "

[big-greer]

a BIG part of the lore of Dungeon Meshi is how ageism is bad. About how the long lived races treat the young lived races like children and thus infantilize them and do not show them the respect and understanding they deserve simply because of their looks or short life spans. Whether its because to them they look like children in their eyes (like half foots and gnomes) or because the adult ages of the younger lived races are still in the child ages for the longer lived ones and so they get treated/viewed as children (we see otta receive comments about getting with minors when in reality she dated adult half foot women. so we already see this view towards things like this are a thing in the lore) We see this with chilchuck, senshi, and marcille where the two later view chilchuck as a child and treat him like one even though he is a full grown man who drinks (and is supposed to have grey hairs) all because he looks young and in the newest episode its revealed he is 29 which is still young children to the two of them. We see how perspectives that characters are children because of their age being a childs age for a different race as opposed to their race or because they look like children is a completely infantilizing and disrespectful behavior that causes so many problems in the long run. a theme that is completely flying over the average tumblr users head.

ive seen people get furious at other people because they sexualize chilchuck and even marcille

“oh they look like kids so dont do that you freak”

you absolute fool you missed a major theme of the fucking story. But because they look young suddenly they are children? have you paid no attention to the story? did you just ignore how the ageisim and weird mindset about ages like that causes so many issues that could easily have been avoided. and as for the age one i see people getting furious at others for being into and sexualizing izutsumi even though she is a year past adult in tall man years, but because she isnt in the adult age range in real life (wild your applying real life society standards to a fictional medieval fantasy world). even though even in lore she would be well an adult able to get married and everything tumblr really does have the media literacy of a toddler.

[bruqh]

siobhan soooooo so so brave for playing another pc with a sister

[mintaikcorpse]

I'm in tears, Blitzø dressed up and bought Stolas a gift for the Full Moon😭

[mixtercandy]

made bookmark designs for a zine that got canned :/

[swingingthehatchetnow]

r/AITA

u/WigglyWigg • 3y

AITA for nuking Moscow?

This past Friday, I (M, ̶̨̡̢̧̨̘̫̫̻͙̣͕̺̟̽̃̀͋́̚̚͜ ̷̡̭̜̩͕̠̦̗̟̟̫̖͇͎̽̌̾̿̌̈́̓̄̏̌̇̚͜͜ ) was at home when the President of the United States (M, >35) deployed a nuclear bomby-wom with the intent to destroy me. I redirected the nuke for my own self preservation, and in the process, pushed it through a dimensional gateway into Moscow, obliterating it in the process. AITA?

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TheBastardsBack • 3y

NTA. Your house, your rules, man.

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SingAlongPokotho • 3y

NTA. It was self defense. Also didn’t the President enter your home without a warrant? That’s mega sus. Def NTA

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WileySnake • 3y

NTA. See folks, this is what America has come to. What the world has come to. Ain’t it a shame.

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QueenB_itch • 3y

NTA. Good.

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Blink1nceBlink2wice • 3y

NTA. u/SingAlongPokey literally sent a meteor to a small town. Can’t be worse than that lmao

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| SingAlongPokotho • 3y

| Didnt you literally try to tear a family apart

| at your personal amusement park?

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Jaegerbomb • 3y

Ha ha ha NTA

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Mouthface • 3y

NTA it was really funny.

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| Mouthface • 3y

| Tasty too tbh. Yum yum.

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MoreBadder • 3y

r/MURICA

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Idontlikemusicals • 3y

NTA. Fuck Moscow. Fuck ‘em straight to hell

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| Shitlips • 3y

| Hey, at least they aren’t Cl*vesdale.

| Assholes

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SpotlightOnMe • 3y

Wtf I literally predicted this exact scenario 20 years ago????

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X_Lee • 3y

u/notaPEIP are you seeing this?

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WitchlessWeb • 3y

YTA! That kills people!!

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[asii-nstuff]

Hehe i just got my first ever drawing tablet yesterday for my birthday, so here i come with a Nya in her batching suit sketch :)

oh and the design for the hair is inspired by sharksandjays design where they also often give her this dégradé of blue at the tips if i remember well

[wampabampa]

chat can i make ur guy's ocs into head shaker charms like i did with Mob!Howdy (will put what im talkin abt below poll)

i suddenly have inspo plus i always loved doing charms but I dont have any ideas so im asking yalls

note: this is for design purposes only, I would not actually print them out and make them because these are YOUR OCS, not mine, ur free to do whatever you want with them however obv

if yes reblog with what oc and I will do it :3 (also include what youd want in their head if you wanted, or i can make one up based off information throughout your blog abt them!)

note pt2: I will not dish them out like i would if working a dinner rush, it will take a hot min because of my own life and motivation! But i will try to get it done! Honest!

[radiocrypt-id]

I got- I can't!

Imagine being 15, you've grown up your whole life with this one belief in this one God and you were told you were Chosen by Him, for Him. And you're 15. You believe so fully in the spirit of your religion, not necessarily the word, that you want to go to a non-religious school to try and help other kids maybe find your God because you genuinely believe that could be helpful to some of them, because it's all you know, and it's helped other strangers (human trafficking victims she helped in the black pit before) so why not other kids her age? You're 15 and all you can think about is helping others. And you start thinking about your religion, and reading books, and asking questions and you come to the conclusion that maybe your God and His Father aren't actually all that great. Maybe the church you're in has done some really bad things that you can't possibly make up for. Maybe that church is still doing bad things. And then you find out your family is actually in a cult for that God, not just part of the normal church, and you suddenly have to undo all the cult shit in your brain you were raised with, while that cult stuff you know about is actually useful to your friends, like having that knowledge is helpful for them! You're 15 and you stop going home. You have no real adult supervision or carer, just your other 15 year old friends.

Imagine you're 16, you're gay and figuring that out on top of navigating your first full romantic relationship and being the sole creator and cleric to a new God that you honestly find to be very two dimensional and empty. You're on a quest to find an evil being and stop them. You nearly die. Your friends nearly die. You're 16. You're 16 and feel something calling out to you, you know it's divine because you've felt that sort of pull before, but you've never felt one like this. You find memories and hints and pieces and you figure out that the evil being you have to stop, isn't evil, she's just hurting. She's hurt and She's a God. She's your God, and she's so happy to see you, and she has so many ideas, and so many hopes.

You're 17. You've spent your rest time (summer vacation) tearing across the world chasing down and defeating another evil thing that you and your friends accidentally released in the first place. Your God is with you, you have no time for Her. No time for anything but trying to survive and stay sane. You know She's disappointed in you, but you're one person -ONE PERSON- and you're 17. You missed your birthday. again. You've saved the world; again. You're so fucking tired -like always. You're Chosen, and alone, and have no idea what to do with your life, let alone your God. You aren't very good at school, but you go to every class. You're drowning as you try to rewrite your understanding of the world from what you grew up with, having no idea how to do anything without a book and godly hand to guide you. You only ever followed before, your new God is demanding you Lead. You don't know how. You're only 17. You see your horrible, abusive parents spitting abuse and racist rhetoric at your baby brother, who you haven't seen in two years, on the front steps to your school and for the first time ever you are filled with righteous fury. Your God answers your call, not knowing what you need but so eager to help, eager for your attention, she starts talking to you but you're busy -why can't she understand that you're fucking busy? trying to not die, trying to be safe, trying to keep your friends alive, trying to navigate a world that hates you, you're 17 and you're busy goddammit just wait!- and she snaps back at you and flees. The next time you see Her, maybe an hour later, She's got a creature with Her that nearly destroyed you and your friends last year sitting in her lap, so smug to see you again.

You're 17- no, 16- no, 15 years old and you're expected to build and carry the world on your shoulders, Chosen from birth, raised a lamb to follow a Shepard, not to be followed behind. You have no one and nothing and everyone expects everything and you can't back up, you can't pause because if you do someone dies and doesn't come back. You have to be a hero, a chosen, a saint. The steps behind you crumble to dust with each step you take forward and the new one is already cracking under your weight. There are only wrong choices. There's no hand reaching for you. God, you were taught, will save and guide you. God knows best. Why is your God looking to you, a mortal human, to be saved, raised and guided? You're a child.

You're just a child.

You just want to go home, wherever that is. You thought it was your God, but She's not exactly helping you out either, is She? She's just disappointed. Like everyone else. Like you.

You're 17. You think it would have been better to never do any of this. It would have been easier to stay, blind and naive. Sometimes you think you should have stayed in heaven. Sometimes you think about the God you killed by not being good enough for it. Sometimes you lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling and pretend you don't exist for awhile. Sometimes you work your body so hard you forget it's there and your mind shuts up and you exist without being you. Sometimes you wish you never asked any questions or read any books. You're 17, but sometimes you wish you were 15, with no idea yet.

You're 17. You wish you were good enough.

[amnignsity]

More too love...

Bahng Christopher Chan x Chubby!Reader.

Contains of insecurities, self-downing, jealousy, angst/comfort, words of affirmation, reassurance, and just full on channie being whipped.

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You look at the pictures of your boyfriend with another model - hands over her waist and they smiled into the camera. The theme was perfect couple, of course Chan being the greenest flag a man could ever be was chosen by the photographer.

Not only that but the man was absolutely divine to look at - his cresent eye dimpled smile was one of the things people love about the man. His sense of responsibility and care for his members of course.

The way he is as a leader leading everyone to a path they belonged too to shine brighter than anyone else envisions them to be.

You could understand why everyone would want someone like him - although what you couldn't understand as to why anyone would want you.

You sighed feeling your eyes getting wet as the tears formed you turned off your phone leaving it on the bed as you stood up naking your way towards the bathroom - You bit your lip as you stood infront of the mirror eyes glancing at your figure.

Big chubby arms, round face, big tummy, thunder thighs - you just looked to much for yourself as the tears flowed down your face sniffling while crying even as to shaming yourself for being so ugly and chubby when you have the most perfect boyfriend with his perfect body.

You're fat.

Ugly.

Look at how big your stomach is.

Look at how round your face is.

Look at how-

Before the voices continued you could hear the bathroom door open making you snap your neck towards it as you are met with a worried Chan who just got home from work you didn't even hear him coming in.

"Princess?...My love are you okay-....Why are you crying?!.." Chan asks very worried as he opens the door gently making his way over towards you quickly holding your face with his own hands as he wipes your tears away.

You let out hiccups as you opened your mouth wanting to say something but not being able to and just letting out a sob instead - earning an even more worried look from chan who seems to be having his own eyes glossy the more he looks at you crying.

You couldn't help it and you couldn't help the sobs that fell out of your mouth the moment Chan held you closer against him - feeling so disgusted at yourself for being close to him. You glanced at the mirror seeing how his hands are over you body holding you so tightly against him.

He gently caresses your back placing your head over his shoulders as you cried on it - you didn't understand why Chan would even allow you to cry on his shoulders, to cry on him. You were nothing compared to the man who build himself up from countless of haters.

"Princess you're making me worry alot...I don't like seeing you cry you know how much it hurts for me when even a tiny ache is present from you..." He utters under his breath as he pressed kisses over your cheeks so tenderly and gently - placing his hands over your thighs as he lifts you up so easily you quickly grab hold of him not wanting to fall and still crying over his shoulders.

"My princess is crying...And I don't know why...What do you want, princess?..." He asks as he gently places you over towards your shared bed - pulling away from you while you looked at him confused with tears falling down your face onto the ground as he kneels infront of you grabbing hold of your hands as he squeezes them ever so gently pressing a kiss over your knuckles while he looks up at you.

"Tell me please...I'll do anything...Just to see that beautiful smile once again...Do you want more kisses, my love?...More time with me? More of something...Please..Tell me and I'll do it, my dear..." He begged reaching out for you as he held your face wiping the extra tears that fell - you couldn't help but felt your heart skipping a beat at the man who was begging for you to tell him what upsets you.

You breath in shakingly while Chan intertwines both of your hands together with his as he looks up at you with glossy eyes - lips parting as you spoke.

"Chan...why..." You bit your lip as you fight the urge to let out a another sob while chan's chest felt another sting against his beating heart - he gulps lips shaky as he looks at you confused.

"What do you mean, princess?...What do you mean by 'why'?..." He asks softly still kneeling infront of you while caressing your hands with his thumb - he loves the way your hands are intertwined with his.

"Why...why me?...why me out of everyone..." You asked clenching your jaw as you let even more droplets of tears flow down your cheeks while Chan gave you a bewildered look as you continued.

"Chan...Christopher...I'm nothing...I'm not pretty...Nothing...I'm not even talented...so why would you chose me-" Before you could continue Chan leans in kissing you with his eyes closed and frowning - gently pushing you down the bed while you cried, slowly closing your eyes but stopping as you felt warm tears dripping down your cheeks.

It wasn't yours but Chans he was crying, crying at something, at your words that you so hurtfully said towards yourself - he pulls away slowly opening his own teary eyes that immediately connects with your gaze.

"Who told you that...Who told you that you were nothing when infact your more world than the entire universe is worth." He said frowning holding your face as you both look at each other - you with a surprised expression staring at his hurted expression.

"Who told you that your talentless when all I see is a woman who's more gifted than anyone else I've ever seen...Someone so pretty that she makes me thank the heavens from the very moment I wake up seeing your face sleeping so comfortably on my arms as I wished to stay in that moment till the ends of my time." He let's out a sob leaning up as he gives your forehead a kiss.

"The most lovely woman I've ever seen before my own mother and even more so my sister...My faithful partner who holds me so closely whenever I breakdown from working too much.." He presses another kiss over your left cheek.

"My lover who's so beautiful that sometimes I can't even think or utter a word while you laugh at my dumb dad jokes despite them being so unfunny I wish that I could rewind time when I haven't told you yet to save myself from embarrassment." He let's out a shaky chuckle with a sob after as he cried even more so pressing another kiss over your right cheek.

"My princess who holds me so tightly against her arms telling me to sleep while I listen to her heartbeat that quickens ever so fast for me helping me overcome my insomnia at times.." He presses another kiss over your nose as he gently caresses your cheeks.

"And my beloved who gives me all her time and attention whenever I'm feeling silly despite being so tired from work every time. Still giving me her affection, words, kisses, cuddles, herself..." He pressed one last final kiss over your lips as he looks directly in your eyes.

"Tell me my dear...who told those lies that towards you, my most important person that I could ever have met from out of the eight billion people alive.." He gulps as he looks at you so brokenhearted with your words - you could feel your face warm up at his gaze so loving towards you and specifically only for you.

"I-..." You tried to speak but you couldn't not when you know no one told you but yourself. The shame you feel as you know you shouldn't even be thinking of those things but you couldn't help it not when this disgusting jealousy and insecurity was growing inside you.

"I'm...sorry..." You uttered that's all you said looking away from him while he looks at you filled with concern - slightly gulping as he sighed.

"I'm not telling you to apologize, princess...I'm asking who told you those lies...Is it one of those haters?...Friends?Family?.." He asked nuzzling his face against your neck while you gently placed your hands over his head slowly running your hands through his hair as he sighed deeply so contented with your touches.

"I...No...it wasn't the, Chan...It was me.. It's stupid...I was feeling jealous over your latest photoshoot and..." You bit your lips as you shakingly took a deep breath in while Chan listened.

"You looked so perfect with her..." Chan let out a whine of protest at your words quickly making you look back again at him who had a frown while you had a sadden look.

"What?... Me perfect with another woman?.." Chan huffed shaking his head as he buried his face against your neck.

"No... I do not accept the terms and agreement with your words, princess...Did I leave you alone for a long time to make you think like this?.." He pressed kisses over your neck - he didn't like that, he didn't like the words you used nor what you thought about his latest photoshoot made you feel.

"I knew I should've decline it considering my princess felt this way about it afterwards..." You let out a soft moan against his sudden nibbling against your neck - kissing you so much, giving you so much of his love.

"I don't want you to ever say those words again, princess...I'm perfect with you and only you my dear...Please..I'm sorry for making you feel that way..." He mutters against your neck - giving you even more love than you imagined him to do. You couldn't help but let out a sob at his loving while he quickly looks up and holds your face worried.

"Why are you crying again, princess? Did I accidentally bit too hard? Was I overstimulating you? I'm sorry princess...I just wanted you to feel my love-... mhmm.." Before you could let him finish you kissed him back immediately making him melt against your lips as he closes his eyes - you couldn't help but chuckle at his antics.

You pulled away making Chan snap out of his dazed moment cause by those addictive lips of yours letting out a chuckle making Chan's heart do flips.

"I'm fine, my love..." Chan swore he heard the church bells ringing when he finally heard you say his nickname once more - so sweet over your already sweeten lips.

"You just...gosh your the most best thing to ever happen in my life..." You uttered not having alot of words to say about your feelings but the way you held his face and look over his eyes made him feel so giggly hiding his face against your neck while you huffed chuckling at his actions.

"If you continue saying those words I might marry you, princess..."

"..."

"hehehe...."

"...I don't mind.."

"..."

"...hmm?..."

"Let's get married.Now."

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Author's note: Helo! I got this from reading a blog about chubby readers! I don't remember what it said but it's about skz not being into chubby people or something and them defending that that's probably not true which I totally agree - we don't really know much about skz's types so we shouldn't assume things.

I didn't have much thought into making this hence why it's a bit messy but I'll make sure next times more clear.

For my chubby people! I seriously need help cause I've been craving on carrying my chubby people like a princess ¦D.

ᯓᡣ𐭩Mxlist°

[suratan-zir]

LOOK AT HIM 💗

This is Цапа, Цапуня, Цапенятко, Цапі-цапі-цапунечка, the most photogenic rat I've ever known.

[sidetongue]

this beautiful idiot went to live with someone else and honestly, both of our QOL are much better HAHA

[arbiterlexultionis]

Poltergeist

So, Danny, who’s blood is composed of mostly caffeine because the Box Ghost just WON’T FUCKING STOP attacking on the middle of the night, God Dammit this is the SEVENTH Time tonight how the Crap Baskets do you keep escaping the Thermos!! So, when he wakes up one morning needing both caffeine and ectoplasm in his sleep deprived state he just mixes a 4 pack of monster and beaker of ectoplasm in a jug and starts chugging to try and get it down before the taste hits and then stops. Takes a sip. Takes another. And realizes that it actually taste way better then either do individually.

So he starts mixing them up regularly, and eventually starts just phasing ectoplasm into still sealed cans so he can grab and go for the sake of convenience. Then some other ghost get a taste, like it, and start asking for more. So Danny gets some new friends and starts making ghost money selling his concoction, and as a joke based on the original name of the energy drink, paints over the can and relabels them Poltergeist.

For a while, business is booming but then a problem pops up. Real world items are contraband in the zone according to Walker, and most of the drink itself and the container it comes in is real world matter. Cue prohibition era shenaniganery as Danny and his allies became energy drink bootleggers, running from Walker, smuggling cases of Poltergeist, hiring ghost to help them with all of this, the whole nine yards.

I think this could work out pretty well with Danny and The Spooks, him and his boys mass producing and shipping out illegal ghost energy drinks could be a really cool plot line in my opinion, producing it, figuring out how to get it to the zone and all that as a group. I also feel this idea is just the right amount of wacky to work with the DP verse and serious/sensible enough to not be complete crack fic unless you want it to be.

When the Fenton’s and Valerie hear about that no good menace Phantom selling Highly Dangerous Ghost Drugs the flip their shit. The smear campaign is the stuff of legends. And then the truth comes out. It’s just a really Really REALLY tired teenager trying to stay awake and make some pocket money to buy first aid supplies and have some left over to buy food for homeless people.

If it’s a verse where Sam and Tucker are in on the whole ghost fighting thing then they are Energy Drink Kingpin Danny’s right and left hand men. Tucker’s the tech guy, figuring out how to build hidden compartments in vehicles to hide the goods, monitoring and screwing with Walker’s tech, managing accounts for human money he makes/figuring out how to exchange human money for Ghost money. Sam is his badass enforcer who keeps the underlings in line, and also uses her money and rich people connections to launder money and stuff. Proper crime boss stuff.

Eventually, everyone’s least favorite front loop catch’s wind of this. And I see this going one of two ways.

1) He comes to the conclusion that Danny’s not aloud to have nice things, and starts his own enterprise to compete with Danny. Stealing business, sabotaging production, tipping off Walker. General douchbaggery.

2) He is the opposite of opposition. He wants Danny as his Son, wants Danny to be just like him, wants to guide and train Danny the way he never got. So Danny, all on his own, building a criminal empire? Pissing off the authorities instead of being a little goody two shoes? Laundering money almost as good as his old man? It is wonderful and he is Here For It. Either he’s in the distance cheering him on or actively trying to help. “No no my boy, if you do it like that you’ll either end up broke or in jail for tax evasion. You’ve got to send your money through these channels and store it in banks of these countries. I’ll help you set up accounts.”

[sovonight]

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[adreamoverlife]

Thinking about Adam Milligan AND Michael

Thinking about when Adams actor Jake Abel said that Adam would be fucking delighted to know Michael immediately betrayed the Winchesters after his death like underrated character trait of Adam Milligan is how much he HATES Sam and Dean. I feel like Adam is a pretty easy character to mess up or misinterpret because if you pull him too far from being just a guy you risk making him into a Crazy Winchester which is the exact opposite of what he is but I genuinely believe he would let them both die with little conflict. And you know what good for him, I'm glad, Low key think Sam and Dean deserve death by him and only him ngl

Like Adam would never ask Michael to kill them but if for some reason Michael was in the bunker and Dean bumped his shoulder in the hallway and Michael decided "You know what It's Time." Adam would just be like "can't argue with that, It's Just Time." and the entire bunker would just be vaporized off the planet

BUT if a customer at the bar Adam worked at broke a chair over Adams head in a fit of rage Adam would just tell Michael "This guy is obviously an asshole but lets just call the cops and get this guy arrested" and Michael would say "He NEEDS to be accosted by an Angel of the LORD We need to call upon HELLFIRE-" And then the guy would just get arrested

ALSO THOUGH if a guy tried to repeatedly get Adams number and flirt with him Adam would say "I'm litterally going to outlive this guy by centuries dont kill him now i wanna show up at his deathbed in 50 years itll be so funny" and Michael would be like "What should i make us for dinner maybe hawawshi how do you feel about hawawshi?" and then that guy would die of a unrelated heart condition 2 hours later.