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[quirkyfries]

What’s eating at you?

[hailsatanacab]

I'll ask after that secret number 8!

I only remembered secret number 8 because I saw your wip here! I'd started this one based on the same prompt, then lost said prompt and stopped working on it 😅

Instead of a snippet, I'm just dropping it all here - maybe that way I'll feel inspired to finish it?

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It’s a full house for dinner tonight and, really, that should have tipped him off.

Bruce sits at the head of the table, smiling softly as he watches over everyone’s antics. Damian is regaling Dick with everything they saw at the zoo that day (Danny had been so happy to see Delilah the purpleback gorilla again, and her new little additions to the troupe, too!) and how well they are implementing the grant the Wayne Foundation had gifted them. Tim, Steph, Cass, and Duke are all engaged in a thumb-war tournament which Danny has no interest in participating in. It just wouldn’t be fair on them.

Danny loves that look. The one where Bruce’s eyes crinkle when he thinks none of the kids can see him. It oozes love and it makes Danny’s heart, his core, ache. 

It’s been a little over a year since Alfred found him on the street and managed to wrangle him back to the manor to stay—even after the whole biting thing when he realised how rich they were. 

A little over a year here and Danny’s starting to feel like family.

Starting to feel like he might, just maybe, like to make it official.

“Danny,” Bruce says, drawing everyone’s attention. Danny starts at his name, but Bruce’s voice is warm and calm, and his shoulders lose their tension almost immediately. “Danny, I have something I would like to tell you.”

“Uhhh…” is all Danny can croak out, eyes flicking back and forth between Bruce and the rest of them. Smooth. Looking good, Danny.

Except… they’re all happy. All smiles, all relaxed body language, all radiating calm and love and acceptance. Well, not Damian—his face is as thunderous as it always is—which at least means it’s nothing too out of the ordinary.

“Danny, first of all, I just want to impress upon you that this is in no way something you have to do. You are under no obligation to join us and, no matter what, you shall always be welcome with us in the manor.”

Wait, what? Danny squints at Bruce, trying to parse exactly what he’s saying… Is he—is this them asking to adopt him? Do they want to make it official, too? 

It’s been a little over a year and of course Danny has imagined calling Bruce ‘Dad’. Of course he’s imagined being part of the family, of course he wants to make it official!

He can’t help the beaming grin or the bright and bubbling “Yes!” already waiting on his lips. All Bruce has to do is ask, all Danny needs to hear is—

“I’m Batman.”

The smile freezes on Danny’s face.

His lungs stop working, his heart stops working, he stops working, he just—

“And I’m Nightwing,” Dick smiles, breaking the awkward silence. 

Danny’s eyes snap to him, and then down to Tim when he admits to being Red Robin. Duke is Signal, Steph is Spoiler. Damian begrudgingly tells him he’s Robin, but Danny can barely hear it over the ringing in his ears.

“I’m Black Bat.” Cass cocks her head, almost looking concerned. It always felt like she understood him the most. Whenever he was feeling low, too in his memories, or stewing after a nightmare, she was always there, ready to card her fingers through his hair and never mention his tears. It makes his heart ache to think of it now. “It’s okay, Danny.”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but how—how can it be okay? How? 

Danny’s spent a little over a year with them. A little over a year with Batman. 

Batman, who works with the Justice League, who works with…

A little over a year. 

Just under 16 months since he escaped.

“Danny? Are you alright?” Bruce asks

Finally, his lungs kickstart and suck in a shuddering breath, only for everyone to drop their smiles.

Didn’t take them long, did it? Now that their ruse is up, there’s no kindness in their eyes, they’re just… cold, calculating. Evaluating. 

“Why?” Danny gasps, his fingers tingling, his heart in his throat.

Just under 16 months since he—has he escaped? Or was this just another one of their experiments?

"I... I trusted you, why—" Danny chokes back a sob, gritting his teeth as his shoulders shake. Why? Why would they do this? "I was happy here, with you. I thought... Weren't you happy?"

"Danny..." Bruce is looking at him, eyes narrow and eyebrows pinched, in some cruel facsimile of confused concern and all Danny can think is how much of an actor he is. How well he can play the part of a doting father. How much he made him want that.

"I don't understand, why..." 

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you before, I can imagine that it comes as a shock. We shouldn't have lied to you, Danny, but—"

"Stop it!" Danny slams his hands down on the table and pushes himself up on wobbly legs. Even standing, he feels so small. Smaller than Bruce, than all of his adopted siblings. They crowd above him when they all stand, too. "Just stop it! Why are you doing this, why are you still pretending? Stop it!"

It was easier, with Danny's biological parents. The knowledge that they'd do anything to get him on a lab table, to open him up and see what makes him tick, to rip him apart molecule by molecule, had always been there. He knew they hated ghosts. He knew they hated Phantom. He knew they hated him. It was easier because it was something he'd known all his life. When he died, when he became a ghost, he knew what to expect from them. It hurt, of course it did.

But it was easier than this.

"Danny, I'm going to need you to take a deep breath. You're having a panic attack and you need to breathe."

"Breathe?" Danny laughs, the sound harsh and choking, too high pitched in his hysteria. "You're joking, right? Or is this just more of the—the experiment?"

"Danny, please, we don't know what you're talking about, you—"

"You don't know? You're Batman! You work with the Justice League, you work with—" His words choke off as his stomach churns, bile rising in his throat. His whole body itches, screaming at him to leave, he can't go back, he can't, he can't, he can't!

Bruce takes a hesitant step forward and Danny scrambles back, his feet catching on the chair behind him and sending him careening to the floor. Where are the agents? Why aren't they swarming in, ready to apprehend him, strap him back on the table, carve him from the inside out.

"Please, Danny, calm down. We don't—"

Danny stops listening. His back hits the wall and he pulls his knees into his chest, his shoulders dipping down as he begins to sob. His heart throbs inside his throat, too painful to swallow around. Tears fall hot and heavy on his face.

Sure, he could run. He could phase out through the wall and he could be out of Gotham in a couple of hours. He's escaped the GIW once, he can do it again.

But that was before Batman knew who he was. Before he had the World's Greatest Detective on his tail.

Before he... 

He really thought this would be different, you know?

He wanted to make it official.

"Why did... Why were you so nice to me? Why did you make me like you? I really—I really liked you. I-I thought we could be a family."

"Danny, we are a—"

"Don't lie to me!" Danny snaps, but the force of his anger leeches all the fight from him, and suddenly all that's left is a bone-weary tiredness. There’s a lump in his throat that hurts. There’s a line down his chest that burns. "I don't care. I don't care anymore, I don't. Just... don't make me go back there. Please." 

Is it futile? He thought he knew how the GIW operated by now, the depths that they would go to achieve their results, but this... this was a whole new level of pain that Danny thought he had left behind him in Amity.

"We're not going to make you go anywhere, Danny, you're safe here, I promise."

"Safe? Safe? You must have—" he takes a deep breath, tries to stop the quivering of his voice. It’s all starting to make sense, now.  "The reason you're telling me who you are is because you must have told them everything already. I know the Justice League—I know you're working with them, which means the ex-experiment is over now, and they're coming to take me back. And I can't go back."

"Danny—"

"I can’t!” Danny glares at Bruce with all the rage he can, fingernails digging into his skin. “I’m not going back!"

"That's right, you're not going back, Danny. I won't let that happen." Bruce crouches down in front of Danny, his hands open and raised as if he's trying to say he's not a threat. "I don't know who you're talking about, and I'm sorry about that, but I can promise you that you’re not going back there. We will keep you safe."

Danny pulls himself closer, tucks himself further into the wall, eyes flickering all across the room waiting for that tell-tale flash of white as the agents start to swarm.

He should take his chances now and run, he should go, he needs to go!

The rest of them, his brothers and sisters of a little over a year, are spread out, giving him and Bruce some space. The same concern colours all of their faces. Why are they still pretending?

Steph is chewing on her thumb. 

Danny liked Steph and her brash confidence, her jokes. She's been promising to paint his nails for months now, they've just never found the time. He was going to go for green and black, or maybe a galaxy theme, depending on what she felt comfortable doing.

He likes them all.

"You were supposed to be my family." His mouth turns down at the corners and his voice shakes like a child. "You were supposed to—why? Why would you—I don't understand why you would make me like you..."

"This isn't an experiment, Danny," Bruce's voice is steady, soothing. "I promise."

"But you work with them and—"

"Who do I work with?"

"The Justice League."

"Yes, I do, but we—"

"And the Justice League works with them. The GIW." Danny trembles with the name, clutching tightly onto his hoodie. "I'm not going back there, Bruce."

Danny doesn't miss Bruce's look over his shoulder, nor Tim's nod in return. Tim turns slightly to the side to hide his movements, but Danny bets he has his phone in his hand, probably letting them know they can take him now. Guess this is it, then. They'll be here soon, and he'll be gone.

"Kill me."

"Danny? What do—"

"If you ever had any kindness for me, if you ever cared, kill me. Please, Bruce. I can't do it again."

"Danny..."

"End me now. Take my core out and break it, please, before they get here."

[chayannesegg]

honestly I think it’s kinda interesting how phil’s relationships with wilbur, tallulah, chayanne & tubbo are all reflecting back into his view of sunny tbh. like he has such complex delicate interwoven dynamics with all of them and it all gets thrown onto sunny, this poor kid who he loves in theory, but in practice is a stranger to him. 

like wilbur left tallulah in phil’s care and didn’t come back. even now way after he was initially supposed to, wilbur hasn’t returned (that one day aside). and phil, who had already taken on a big commitment watching tallulah, has been left permanently with two eggs in his sole care. and even though he loves tallulah and wil, and won’t want them out of his life, this is a stress for him. it’s a big undertaking for anyone, to care for two kids alone, but especially since tallulah required a lot of changes in his life.

for better or worse, in many ways phil sees chayanne as an extension of himself. they’re similar in a lot of ways, and often on the same page, and it means phil often struggles to catch up when chayanne’s emotions aren’t on the same page as him. we’ve seen this week, phil having such a hard time understanding the depth and breadth of chayanne’s grief. when he catches on, he usually does a good job empathising and talking it through, but when he doesn’t, he really doesn’t and it can be hard to watch. 

the same is NOT true for tallulah. he has, through hard work and practice, learnt how to identify her emotions. he had to. she needed it. she would have been miserable otherwise. she desperately needed asked for the emotional care and birthdays and consideration that chayanne would never ask for. and he’s good at it—tracking her moods, knowing what upsets her & what she cares about in a way that doesn’t come as naturally with chayanne (or sunny or tubbo or anyone else really expect maybe wilbur). but that took A LOT of time and effort, months of work, and I do think he’s a bit wary of the idea of having to do that again, even when it comes to people he loves like chayanne (or god forbid tubbo).

now tubbo is not wil. tubbo is not phil's son. but he’s still not dissimilar to wil in phil’s mind. whatever the backstory is, phil introduces tubbo to tallulah as an old friend of him and wil’s. he makes tubbo his kids’ godfather. he calls tubbo his boy. he looks out for him. but past those first few weeks, their relationship doesn’t progress. they mean a lot to each other bc of their pasts, but they don’t put any work into upkeeping their relationship and phil in particular doesn’t reflect at all on what how that changes their dynamic. and it does change it—this is clear in purgatory, with phil having zero trust in tubbo to protect chayanne and tallulah, and after, with tubbo endlessly poking at phil’s sore spots trying to illicit a reaction he’ll never receive. 

it's also clear in the way phil has no understanding of what’s going on with tubbo. if he’s struggling to grasp chay’s emotions, he’s not even touching what’s going on in tubbo’s head. tubbo’s death makes no sense to him. it’s sudden. it’s random. it’s illogical. it’s stupid. he wasn’t joking about having two lives? he still took a death bet with richas? he’s not come back? he can’t come back? he’s left phil with distraught kids for no reason with no warning. he doesn’t see the erratic suicidal behaviour, the unending depression, the desperation to be loved. he doesn’t want to see it. he doesn’t want something to be wrong with tubbo, but he also doesn’t even know how to see what’s wrong. he’s annoyed he’s having to deal with it and he desperately desperately wants to believe this is all happening for no reason.

bc at the forefront of phil’s mind is still his love for tubbo. of course, phil would drop everything to help tubbo (if he could recognize something was wrong). of course, he would care for sunny as his own. of course, he would make the same sacrifices he’s made for wil. and he assumes he’ll have to. he thought that sunny would now be under his care. that he’d have to figure out the logistics of a third egg to care for. with wilbur, phil was the only person who could ever have taken care of tallulah. the only person he trusted, the only person who knew tallulah enough. now this isn’t true for tubbo. it’s a genuinely illogical assumption for phil to make: three eggs would be a genuine burden on him; they've never spoken about it; there’s a long list of people who would tubbo expects for sunny before; and he doesn’t even know sunny well enough to name these people for her as comfort.

but still in the moment, alone with tubbo’s eggs and dealing with everything he left behind, phil can only think that the exact same thing that happened before will happen: he alone will be left to care for another scared hurt kid of someone he loves.

and here we come to sunny. a kid whose dad he loves. a kid whose dad he doesn’t understand. a kid whose dad is suddenly gone like his son is gone. a kid who would need him like his daughter needs him. a kid who his son needs to protect. a kid he cares for. a kid he can’t afford to care for, a kid he wasn’t expecting to care for, a kid he doesn’t know how to care for, a kid he would care for if he needed to, a kid he doesn’t know why he’s been left to care for. a kid who is somehow a reflection of all these people he loves but not someone he knows at all.

idk i think this tension comes out in the a lot of the comments phil makes of and to sunny. he doesn't know them well enough to distinguish them from his relationships with other people. and as long as no one challenges him on that, we'll continue to hear these misplaced comments from him, that come across so insensitively, even as he tries his best to genuinely help them and their dad.

[bistaxx]

Cat hybrids twins headcanon is my favorite not only because cats are super cute and awesome but also because I adore the mental image of them purring in satisfaction or joy while threatening or killing people

[pushing500]

Drill the Waster Wild Woman finally collapsed from her psychite dependence- fortunately, Mechi was prepared and had some yayo on hand for her. Once she had taken it, she got up and wandered off the map. Good luck out there, Drill!

We also have a giraffe named Elmo now, so that's nice.

Another wanderer joins, and this time Mechi has an interesting idea... All in the pursuit of knowledge, you understand.

Whaaaat?? Who could have seen this coming??? Crazy how things like this happen by accident. How about that.

Anyway, Sanma, Elmo, and Sanma's new creepy-ass stomach are all safely at Arwell now. Hopefully they settle in quickly.

Also, some traders sold us a beagle that we named Brandy. She's a very good girl, and now Mechi gets double nuzzles from his dog and cat. He's living his best life.

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[turtleblogatlast]

There’s something so intensely funny to me about Donnie loving to dance…but being the absolute worst at it

Like just looking at their scores for the dancing game, Mikey clears everyone, Raph holds his own, and Leo tried just hard enough to beat Donnie, and I find this all so dang funny

This isn’t to say he’s bad at it, we know they all have at least some skill in that area, I just like the idea of characters enjoying something but not being super incredible at it just because they like it! It’s a humanizing trait that I don’t see often

[shazzaofdoom]

I have learned how to make glowy effects in Procreate, and I cannot be stopped. Anyway, here's a Magnus.

[pencileraser1]

nick ur so fuckibg funny btw i miss u being on here <3 did u end up watching station eleven ? when i think about u i think about neil riding his bike

i'm not finished yet but it's very good so far, i'm really interested to see how the changes/additions to jeevan frank and kirsten's plotlines play out. also every time they do the thing where they show a location right before the georgia flu, then 20 years later, i'm kind of obsessed with. especially seeing the theater completely taken over by plants. watching the parts about when the flu just started breaking out was kind of hard just bc it reminded me of covid. idk i read the beginning of the book in 2021? i think and had to put it down cause it was. a lot. also realized the series was released in 2021 which is interesting, presumably a significant chunk, probably including the filming, was done pre-pandemic. also the costume design for hamlet was really cool. unfortunately the website i was watching it on is gone rn and i have to find a new one which i am. kind of mediocre at. also ik you said clark was kind of an asshole in the show and. so far the assholishness has only made him better (imo). he kind of reminds me of grunkle stan for some reason. although i'm not sure that comparison will stick.

this is me =>

fun story my bike (technically my sisters mine got stolen lol) is broken rn and i keep forgetting to take it to the shop so i have to borrow my roommates bike which has a seat just too high so that it's actively dangerous for me to ride it (but still possible) and that i share with my second roommate.

sorry i'm terrible at responding unfortunately classes started up again so i am busy and for whatever reason i have a ridiculously hard time talking to people because of. irrational fears that i have

[kg2hub]

kindergala? more like: lou singlehandedly revives the kindergarten tumblr rp community part 2 electric boogaloo /lh /silly

[neriyon]

5 Character Associations - Yulan

Emotions

Embarrassment: Bit too worried about how others see him.

Curiosity: World has lots to see and learn.

Anxiety: Meeting new people can be very stressfull.

Temperemental: Quick to show his anger or annoyance.

Passion: His dedication to his work cannot be doubted.

Colors

Royal Purple

Gold

Silver

Black

White

Scents

Flowers

Metallic (like after touching coins)

Coffee

Amber

Chili

Objects

Big gold "earring": Vaguely reminicent of the shape of a spear. Memento from someone already passed, he's never seen without it.

Jewelry: Usually dressed in more than one handmade piece.

Boquet of flowers: While it take a while for him to warm up, he likes gifting flowers to others.

Bagfull of bits and bobs: Stuff kinda... gathers itself into his bag. At least it's very useful to always have materials handy for emergency fixes?

Mammet: He both makes and collects mammets. There's usually at least one trailing after him.

Body Language

Arms crossed: His own little barrier against the world.

Bright red blush: What? No! Go away!

Thumping: Both from annoyance as well as having to wait.

Hiding behind others: Sometimes you just want to hide from the awkward encounter behind someone familiar and safe.

Gently tugging loved one's clothes or hand: For someone quick to show annoyance, he's rather subtle when asking for attention from someone close.

Aesthetics

Messy workshop with tons of projects and various papers scattered around.

Sunny garden with rows of colorful flowers.

Paint splatters on hands and face.

Beautiful gemstones, carefully laid out on soft velvet.

Moment shared with a loved one, just the two of you.

Hey guess who forgor they were tagged again for this? That's right, me. And since I have bunch of ocs anyway, I thought: why not do the thing again but with a different character?

Anyway! Thank you for tagging me @mimble-sparklepudding ! (Previous version with Hawu'li can be found here.)

[risingsunresistance]

[monty-glasses-roxy]

I was like "YEAH I'm gonna do some stuff that's really GOOD now!!" and then I've been stuck in daydreams and brain fog all day. I've realised I'm probably seriously sleep deprived though so like. I maybe know the cause at least? Yay?

What daydreams? Meteors. What Meteors stuff? The same flavour the 'Scythe, the Broom and the Guard' post is. That wasn't about Meteors specifically, but god damn I can land some massive punches with it.

Oh and also turning blank slate book animatronic concepts into minor characters. That are also tragic. And the Submechanophobia animatronics. That aren't also tragic but are very cool and interesting from the perspective of Meteors.

[naminethewriter]

For the Ask game:

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters?

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Thank you for the ask, Edu! I have answered 14 already, you can find the answer to that here!

15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters?

This is kinda mean for you to ask when you are literally in the process of helping me brainstorm a title for my Big Bang fic 🤭 /j But usually, they just come to me? I'm not big on using quotes or song lyrics, personally. I mostly just find something that vibes with what I have written, though for some reason that is getting harder for me recently 🤔

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Uff, okay, there was one fanfic I was writing when I was still in the Undertale fandom. It was called Floodtale and used a lot of different Sanses and multiverse shenanigans as well as some own characters. I scrapped it because 1. I fell out of the fandom and 2. I just didn't feel comfortable using those fan characters anymore at some point? I just felt like I didn't know them well enough to do them justice. That was also when I started being very strict with myself about not posting stories that weren't finished or I was positive I would finish.

I stopped in the middle of Chapter 6, here's the beginning of Chapter 3, the introduction of the Sans I created:

They stared at the stranger in silence. Well, stranger might be the wrong word, since the skeleton in front of them was definitely a Sans, but none of them had met this particular version before. The bones of the newcomer were grey; his eye sockets empty and black water was flowing out of them. It was running down his face and then disappeared from view under the collar of his black raincoat, which covered half of his face, while the hood covered the back of his head, so his eye sockets and (non-existent) nose were the only visible parts of his skull. One of his hands was buried in the coats’ pockets, the other hanging at his side, the same black water dripping from his fingertips down to the ground. His dark shorts stopped shortly before the rubber boots he was wearing. All in all he was a strange sight to behold, but not the weirdest the four had encountered.

There aren't any Sanders Sides stories I have completely given up on, so this is what you get ^^ Thanks again!

[arabela25]

are you going to make gifsets of each semifinal's entries? or have you already posted something similiar?

I'm planning on making a few gifsets/edits for the semi finals but I'll probably only post them near the contest date

[natugood]

Making me think about the people I knew as a teenager is the best way to unlock any repressed anger or hate in my heart