#it would come in handy!! and it would be fun!!

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital comic of Sam and Celia from The Magnus Protocol and Danny from The Magnus Archives on a gray background. Everyone is colored in a single color. Sam is red, Celia is green, and Danny is yellow. Sam is a fat Arab man with short curly dark hair, a mustache, and a small goatee, and he is wearing small black earrings, a cardigan, a turtleneck, trousers and loafers. Celia is a slim Korean woman with short dark hair and she is wearing rectangular glasses, piercings including an industrial piercing, an x-shaped earring, and snakebites, a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a vest, trousers, and black wrist cuffs. Danny is a tall, beefy Latino man with short hair, a cut in his brow, and a "cat mouth" and he is wearing small hoop earrings and a waiter uniform including an apron and name tag.

Sam and Celia sit at a table looking tired. Sam is resting his chin on his hand and Celia has her fingers steepled.

Sam: We'll NEVER get what we need without this specific thing and/or connection. WHATEVER will we DO?

Danny appears holding a notepad and pen, shrugging sheepishly and smiling with flowers around his head. Sam and Celia sit up, smiling at him excitedly with their hands in the air

Danny: UM, I might just know a guy! Sam: Our regular waiter, Danny Stoker! Celia: You ALWAYS have what we need! Danny: HAHA, what can I say?

end ID]

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rusty quill i have a suggestion

[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

[dagmarpaints]

"YOURS ONLI"

The lovely lady in this portrait is holding a sailor's love token. Sailors would engrave them with romantic messages to give to their sweethearts before a long journey. I'm sure she acquired this one by innocent means :)

[akkivee]

we got this 15 min video of half these seiyuu telling either a truth or a lie to the theme of the ‘number 6’ (anniversary!!!!) and what came up was kinda interesting lol

the ones in charge of telling either a truth or lie were 0️⃣1️⃣2️⃣3️⃣🎋🍮🥂 and the rest had to vote on who was lying!!!! so the stories they told were

0️⃣: he was once scouted to be a professional baseball player. due his skills he would have been part of the clean up (baseball heavy hitters) and was offered the jersey number 6

1️⃣: he raised 6 cats in his youth and one of them was named gianko

2️⃣: in six months he gained 6kg

3️⃣: because he’s from osaka, he’s very attached to rokko related things (rokko range is near osaka, and uses the kanji for six in the name so he’s still on theme lol)

🎋: he finds it’s much easier to consume bread if it’s cut into six pieces

🍮: there is a movie he’s watched six times because the details seemed a little different on each watch

🥂: before bed, he’s eaten six pinot gris grapes

the seiyuu in the back all voted that ishiya-san and kuroda-san were lying but it turns out that only ishiya-san was lying!!!!! (6 truths 1 lie lmao) apparently he only gained 5kg in 6 months lol

[leafytaffyart]

Sacrificing followers like

[daughterofhecata]

Not to jinx it, but I'm pretty sure the last time fic flowed as well for me as the Gefangenendilemma fic was the Noir AU early last year

[yore-donatsu]

“Oh Handy ... Need a drink too ...?”

[azikarue]

MayBlade 2023 : Day 8 : Glitter

Daichi/Ming-Ming | FFN Rating: K | FFN Link ❖ “Atta boy, Strata Dragoon!” Daichi cried as his beyblade landed one last powerful blow.

The force of the hit sent Ming-Ming’s blade flying into the forest, where it embedded in one of the trees with a sickening crunch. A flock of birds fled in a mass of flapping wings and fallen feathers, after which the clearing was strangely quiet.

“Oh, no – Venus!” Ming-Ming ran to free her beyblade as the dust settled.

Daichi recalled Strata Dragoon. It hit his palm forcefully, but his hands were calloused enough that he barely felt it. He gave his blade a cursory once over – a few bumps and bruises, but nothing Kenny couldn’t help him iron out – before shoving it back into his pocket and turning his attention to his opponent.

Ming-Ming was delicately picking her way back out of the forest, her beyblade clutched against her chest.

“It’s not broken, is it?” he asked when she made it out.

Ming-Ming opened her hand to reveal Venus cradled inside. It looked fine from where Daichi was standing and he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t need her teammates coming after him about dicing up her beyblade before the tournament had even started. He’d just been so eager for another battle…

“It looks okay…”

Ming-Ming gave him a smile that would make steam come out of Kenny’s ears.

“Just a little scratched,” she confirmed and slotted her blade back into the case strapped around her leg. She gestured to the wide open space that served as the scene of their battle and said, “The landscape is worse off.”

Daichi looked around at the deep trenches their blades had cut into the ground and shrugged. “Nothin’ a good rain won’t fix.”

Ming-Ming giggled. She was always doing that, laughing at him when he didn’t mean to be funny. He could tell his confusion was showing on his face, but Ming-Ming didn’t bother explaining herself. Instead, she took a deep breath of the sea air and walked to the edge of the lookout.

Daichi joined her. It felt rude to walk away when he’d been the one to invite her here to battle. He should’ve known she’d want to look at the scenery afterward. Girls liked that kind of junk. He guessed it was nice; the stairs lined with trees, the clearing with benches, and a nice open view of the ocean below. A little polished for his tastes, but nice.

“Do you have a coin?”

“Huh?” Daichi looked up from the pebbles he was kicking past the railing and down into the water.

“For the binoculars,” Ming-Ming elaborated with another one of those smiles.

“Oh.” Daichi flushed; he felt flustered that she’d caught him not paying attention. He reached deep into his pockets and found one of the coins he kept on hand in case he ran into a really good vending machine. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, Daichi.” Ming-Ming’s hair bounced when she spun back around to face the ocean. Everything about her was bright and bubbly, but it didn’t get under his skin as much since BEGA went down. He thought that maybe it was because the leftover annoying traits belonged to her and not the caricature BEGA had splashed all over billboards.

“Yeah, sure.” He shrugged and leaned against the rail at the edge of the outlook.

Beside him, he heard the click of the coin dropping into the binoculars, followed by a metallic squeal as she turned them to take in the view.

Daichi sighed and drummed his fingers on the railing. He watched a couple birds floating on an updraft for a while. One of them dove down to snatch a fish out of the water before shooting off into the distance. The ripples it left behind disappeared in seconds, swallowed up by the pattern of the wind on the water.

“It’s so pretty here,” Ming-Ming said wistfully. The binoculars timed out with a click and she sidestepped closer to Daichi, their elbows brushing. “This would be a perfect location for a music video.”

“I guess…” Daichi mumbled. He had no opinion one way or another, but he knew somebody who would. “Hey are you coming out with any new music? Kenny’s been wondering since they announced the tournament.” Maybe if he brought an answer back, Kenny wouldn’t be too mad that he’d let Venus scratch up Strata Dragoon.

Ming-Ming hummed, suddenly stoic. She looked out to the horizon, letting the breeze brush her bangs out of her face and carry the sweet smell of her perfume away with it.

“Kind of.”

To Daichi, who’d been waiting for an answer that sounded like one of her old interviews, it was an odd response.

“What do you mean ‘kind of’?” he asked, studying her closely.

Ming-Ming looked pensive. She didn’t meet his eyes, instead gazing out over the water like she might find the answer to his question on the horizon somewhere.

“It’s hard,” she said, pausing hesitantly for a brief moment before continuing, “after everything that happened with Boris and BEGA.” She sighed and everything from the curls in her hair to the frills on her shorts seemed to droop as her shoulders did.

She was looking down now and Daichi was hoping against hope that she didn’t start to cry or something. “That wasn’t your fault,” he said, hoping she didn’t notice how alarmed he got when the next breath she took was shaky.

“My record label thought differently.”

Daichi remembered as soon as Ming-Ming said it; Kenny had cried about her label dropping her for weeks! He winced. “I’m sure you could find another one,” he said in a hasty effort to backtrack.

“It’s not just that,” she said, sad brown eyes meeting his. “A handful of labels have reached out. Some even thought we could capitalize on the tournament to boost sales. But all of them expect the Ming-Ming from before, and I don’t know if that’s who I want to be on stage anymore. I don’t know if she exists.”

“Oh.”

He’d always known that parts of Ming-Ming’s persona had to be exaggerated. Nobody was that over-the-top and irritating. But he was just now beginning to realize that a version of her had existed before BEGA, and she had been hurt as much as her other teammates by the whole thing.

“Yeah,” Ming-Ming said, smiling again. It didn’t reach her eyes. “It doesn’t help that every time I try writing songs, I get stuck. None of them come out like they used to.”

“Maybe they shouldn’t,” Daichi said with a shrug. He’d never cared for her old music, anyway. It was all earworms and repetition. She could probably do better.

“What do you mean?”

Daichi gulped, thinking for a second that he’d offended her. But when he snuck a glance, she just looked curious.

“Well…” He trailed off with a frown, furrowing his brows thoughtfully. He didn’t know how to elaborate without sounding like a jerk. He scanned the scenery, looking for anything that would help him get his point across so they could go back to normal.

“There!” he called, pointing out at the ocean with one hand. The sun was starting to set now, reflecting in a spray of colors over the surface of the water.

“The ocean?”

“It’s pretty, right?” he asked, fixing her with a fierce look.

“It’s beautiful.” Ming-Ming nodded. “Especially during the sunset.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty on the surface with the light shining on it and stuff,” Daichi scoffed, “but there’s more to it than that. There’s a whole world underneath that nobody ever gets to see that’s way more interesting than some waves and colors that go away after the sun sets.

“Would you rather somebody talk about the sunset over and over? Or learn about everything else hiding under the surface?”

Ming-Ming looked confused. “I don’t understand.”

“You’re all frills and fluff and glitter on the outside and that’s what BEGA made you focus on,” Daichi said, wrinkling his nose in distaste. He could go his entire life without ever hearing another ‘Hey! Hey!’. “But I think all the stuff stuck underneath is probably way more interesting. If all you write is more pop garbage like BEGA made you put out, you’re really just writing about the same thing over and over. It’s no wonder you’re stuck!”

Daichi finished with a firm nod. At some point he’d looked out at the water again. When he turned back to Ming-Ming, she was staring at him like she’d never seen him before. For a second he thought he saw tears shining in her eyes and was ready to hightail it outta there, but then she blinked and they were gone, replaced with some emotion he didn’t recognize.

Daichi cleared his throat. “Anyway, that’s my two cents,” he finished somewhat awkwardly, rocking back on his heels.

“Thank you, Daichi,” Ming-Ming said. Then, without warning, she grabbed his shoulders, leaned over, and kissed him on the cheek.

“Hey!” he shouted as she pulled back and started hurrying away. He could feel his face heating up. “What was that for?!”

Ming-Ming didn’t answer, but she did turn around once, at the bottom of the stairs, to wave goodbye.

Daichi watched her go until she reached the top and disappeared from sight, feeling completely clueless. Slowly, as if he was in a daze, he reached up and touched his fingers to his cheek. They came away covered in sparkly lip gloss and he snorted to himself.

He should tell her to keep a little glitter in there, too. For Kenny’s sake, of course.

[dutybcrne]

One of the quickest ways to get heart eyes out of Kaeya (or at the very least, hold his attention and get him in a good mood regardless of what it was prior to it) is to rant something to him. If the person shows exceptional knowledge in their subject, he would be absolutely end up hanging onto every word they say. He likes seeing the faces people make when they talk about things that especially interest them/they specialize in and the upside is he gets to learn something new. How can he ever say no to that?

[becauseplot]

THEY GAVE HIM THE "CHARLIE" CODE FLAG :0 !!!

[unproduciblesmackdown]

remembering a fun marble hornets trans wrights element throwback where i managed to show up for one of their first convention features & while this was ofc already [serious "hmm...Not Cis: me??"] occasions i wasn't yet out or anything like well time to suffer being known & perceived thusly....while i Was out by the same occasion the next year like well here i am again, different name, binder, no plans to give anyone any rundown about this thing, hope it goes smoothly anyways and/or i'm effectively giving a reintroduction anyhow even though i May have been up to more memorable things that last time....no conversations needed to be had, i think i had the impression i was recalled as the same person but it was an entirely chill time, just this as like an early and pretty unique Occasion of like, here's people who know me from In Person (and ig Kind of online, i also don't recall ever like distinctly linking said in person appearance to onlineness lol. it just may also have not been an unsolveable mystery or a mystery at all. but mostly in person, and that's the element i was focusing on anyways) and my showing up transly in person with a whole other name this time as the major difference really lol. like well hope this goes swimmingly....And It Did. and at some point not eons later ya boy tim with some cringe comp sincerety like oh let me make this post somewhere about how an epic element of being a known internet creator is meeting new & various people including explicitly the [mh fans are like exclusively The Gays. and then some unfiction posters] factor & i'm like lol well you're welcome. just doing my part. but fr that was neat like i'm glad to get chill indirect & direct trans validation from internet horror series contributors in that immediate period of coming out & having to sweat it like damn wasn't at this point last time around

[hoodieimp]

Misc. OC thought of the day:

Dizzy would genuinely enjoy math and be really good at it--it's just that no one's ever bothered to properly teach her. She came into existence with basically all of her background knowledge from her cartoon self, which included stuff like basic arithmetic (or at least addition and subtraction), but Joey's plans for her were solely based on being a performer and singing and dancing for people (plus he's not exactly the type to sit down and teach her)

That being said, if you sat Dizzy down with a bunch of those Mad Minute math worksheets and timed her, she'd absolutely love it. Challenge her! Get her to use her brain in a way she's not accustomed to! It's enrichment!

Or better yet, show her the Schoolhouse Rock series. Learning her times tables AND getting to sing along to a fun little song? Best of both worlds baby!

[isa-renee]

spent an hour and a half in a spanish class today despite not speaking a word of spanish so that was a fun time aslgkskgkdk

[oflights]

helpful sites for writers

i have a little collection of websites i tend to use for coming up with ideas, naming people or places, keeping clear visuals or logistics, writing basics about places i've never been to, and so on. i tend to do a lot of research, but sometimes you just need quick references, right? so i thought i'd share some of them!

Behind the Name; good for name meanings but also just random name ideas, regardless of meanings.

Fantasy Name Generator; this link goes to the town name generator, which i use most, but there are lots of silly/fun/good inspo generators on there!

Age Calculator; for remembering how old characters are in Y month in Z year. i use this constantly.

Height Comparison; i love this for the height visuals; does character A come up to character B's shoulder? are they a head taller? what does that look like, height-wise? the chart feature is great!

Child Development Guide; what can a (neurotypical, average) 5-year-old do at that age? this is a super handy quickguide for that, with the obviously huge caveat that children develop at different paces and this is not comprehensive or accurate for every child ever. i like it as a starting point, though!

Weather Spark; good for average temperatures and weather checking!

Green's Dictionary of Slang; good for looking up "would x say this?" or "what does this phrase mean in this context?" i love the timeline because it shows when the phrase was historically in use. this is english only, though; i dig a little harder for resources like this in other languages.

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt: Friendly neighborhood forensic pathologist Danny Fenton is a new master of The Court of Owls? (Dead on main, of course) +Part 2: Talon Dick

Don’t underestimate what a ghost will do for a higher education. You see, it's the custom of the Fenton family not to run away from things they are afraid of but to face their fear. So Danny Fenton, who has learned to fear scalpels, steel clamps and surgical retractors, decides to do something about it and to dedicate his life to giving souls of those who died a violent death the final rest and justice they deserve.

Well, it didn’t really come to him at once. It started out as a simple joke:

Danny didn’t think he could continue his education after school. Frankly, his grades suck. However, Tucker for fun applied for a scholarship for gifted villains from Gotham University on his behalf.

And hell, they are willing to pay money for his education. Pay in full! Living in Park Row is also incredibly cheap. And with his flying ability, he’ll also save on transportation.

Danny is not a villain. And he’s not planning on becoming one. But he couldn’t lose that chance.

Why do you deserve this scholarship? “My parents are renowned ecto scientists, and I’ve seen their dissection work at its best. Medical school is expensive, and this scholarship will help me accomplish my goal of becoming a forensic pathologist and helping maintain the boundary between the world of the living and the world of the dead…or use it for my own ends. Of course.”

Well, Mr Two-Face was fully confident that despite his grades in the subjects, Danny was fully committed to achieving high academic achievement. Finally, work experience of Dan came in handy somewhere.

There were only few things about the death that Danny didn’t find on his own or from his ghost friends, so he managed to graduate in record time. Young Fenton thought he was lucky enough to get a job near Crime Alley. It was odd that the job was available. Even a new specialist like him was allowed to work full-time. And the salary was very decent.

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Danny: Yes, Jazz, everything is just fine. I found a great job and I’m trying to relax and find a hobby, you know. Started feeding the local birds. Apparently they were abused, the poor things are so shy and aggressive.

The local birds:

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Let’s say that a returned Jason as undead cannot be killed for forever. The stab wounds heal quickly, the bullet holes sometimes itch unpleasantly for a few days, but in general his regeneration is at a level with some metahumans. This is convenient. But when Red Hood wakes up in the morgue after a particularly severe injury, he’s not happy. Sometimes even looking in the mirror at his dissection scar is difficult for him. And this situation is a fucking nightmare. Danny: Oh. Are you awake now? I’m sorry I didn’t have time to put you on the couch, I didn’t have clean sheets and my assistant would have killed me because of the new stains. Red Hood: What the hell? I’m sorry?! It’s fucked up! I’d love to see you wake up on the dissection table. Danny: Been there Done that. But hey, I didn’t put you there. You didn’t get here on my shift, give me a break.

Jason: …So, what's now? Danny: Well, I can offer you tea or coffee. Of course, only after I sew up the hole in your stomach and give you a change of clothes. Or I could go after the documents and pretend I didn’t notice one of my bodies got away. But then don’t dream about novocaine blockade. Pretty liver by the way, you don’t see that much in crime lords. Jason: Um, thank you? But you’re weird. Usually people are praised for the beauty of the face or eyes rather than… Danny: Wow, now I feel attacked.You wake up in your helmet. I can’t compliment what I can’t see. Jason: Gee, I’m surprised your colleague hasn’t taken it off yet. Danny: And lose important evidence? It is not customary for us to put curiosity above professionalism.

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Jason learns quickly that although Batman is willing to go anywhere to track him, there are always exceptions to the rule. The morgue was one of them. Not surprisingly, the emotional constipation and uncomfortable theme of Jason’s death worked like a perfect bat repeller. Over time, Jason becomes really interested in a guy who genuinely laughs at his death jokes and listens to his problems at work without judgment. Danny is too cute and nice.

Danny*works*: No visitors allowed here.

Jason: Unless you are a zombie, right?

Danny:...Still not one of your hideouts. The book is where you left it, make some tea if you want it.

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Jason, once again delivered without a sign of life to Danny after the fight, woke up during pupillary reflex test.

Jason: Oh, beauty, you are just dazzling today.

Danny: As I thought, your regeneration didn’t cure your concussion before your resurrection. I’ll give you referrals for all the tests and examinations. And we really should stop seeing each other like this. Please take care of yourself.

Jason: I don’t think you have the right to prescribe them to me. Danny: Technically I do not. But we live in Gotham. And for some time the hospital where I work at night is very sensitive to my requests.

Red Hood: And why? Danny: It’s hard to explain… Red Hood: Doctor Handsome, I’ve been through some shit, so try to surprise me. Danny: Okay, okay. Look, you are a crime lord for not too long, right? But criminals and cops are afraid of you and kids and your henchmen really likes you. Jason: ..So what? Danny: Can you please recommend how to maintain a reputation but so your people aren’t afraid of you? Jason: Why do you need this information? Your assistant finally realized you’re friends with walking corpses? Danny: It’s not about that! Although, like.. you aren’t wrong? It’s complicated. I may, well, accidentally, honestly, have seized power over a local secret aristocratic criminal society.

Jason: Baby, please tell me everything. I have a restaurant as a front for a business nearby. It’s a date. Let's go. Danny: Let me finish a few stitches first, Jay.

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Red Hood and Red Robin fight near Batman: Hood: Replacement was on patrol without permission! Red Robin: And Jason is dating the new owner of Court of Owls! Batman:.. he's doing WHAT? Jason, how could you take such a risk? it is completely unprofessional and Red Hood: At least he loves me for what’s inside me! Red Robin: Yeah, like a beautiful liver. It’s a great relationship base. Red Hood: I’m talking about my feelings and interests. Dumb lil stalker with a big mouth! I’ll teach you not to bother my boyfriend.

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Henchman: Boss. We shouldn’t go into that area, the rumors are that there are Talons here. Red Hood: All under control, they won’t touch us. Henchman: How can you be sure? The poem says 'Beware The Court of Owls, that watches all the time, ruling Gotham from a shadow..' Red Hood: Yeah yeah "speak not a whispered word of them or they'll send The Talon for your head". I’m sleeping with their boss, of course I’m sure. Henchman: Boss, don’t kid like that. Red Hood: I don’t pay you for gossip. Let's go.

Dick, to whom the memories began to return, haunts Jason because he did not cut for Lil Wing apple slices like he likes for lunch: Talon came to finish the job. Henchmen: scream

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Jason *shows Danny 'Red Flags' on youtube*: Hey, baby, want to be a little shit on our date? I know where Brucie Wayne’s having dinner tonight, so you can meet the family.

[tacticalprincess]

hi im sorry for this random urge but like i have the horny thought of any of the cod men who have a s/o whos pleasure only comes from their clit so the poor guy does everything that he can to their little nub (cough like putting the shower jet on tbe nub COUGH)

in my mind, könig’s obsessed with your clit regardless, because he sees it as a cheat code. during sex, he’s sometimes more engrossed in chasing his own pleasure than worrying about getting you off, so he knows that when in doubt, he can always fiddle with your sensitive bundle of nerves and knock a few good orgasms out of you. it’s lazy and selfish of him, but that’s neither here nor there. however, if you only felt pleasure from your clit? oh, it’s getting bullied :(

because of his ego, he’d want to test out the theory, in complete disbelief that his cock doesn’t do anything for you but fill you up and stretch you out. but after that, he would never let the poor little bud rest. his favorite activity would be trying new methods and techniques to see just how many ways he can send you over the edge. suckling at it with his tongue, mercilessly rubbing it with his thick fingers, making you glide it along his throbbing cock until its puffy and throbbing. the shower jet was one of his more inventive ideas, your back pressed to his chest as he hiked one of your legs up, giving you no choice but to take the stream of overstimulation to your worn out button while you ground your hips into nothing :(

it also comes in handy when you’re being bratty, or if he just feels especially cruel that day. he’ll fuck you countless times, filling you up repeatedly until you’re sore and crying, begging to cum. he’ll pin your hands above your head when you try to give yourself relief, lift your hips off the bed if you try rubbing into it. he loves the authority it gives him over you, not letting you finish until he’s satisfied. safe to say, he’d have lots of fun with you.