#mar does writing

[rocaillefox]

was reminded of tht novel bc i was thinking about character concepts while listening to the well by the crane wives and started thinking abt like. a character concept who loves someone but knows that love will be used against the person of their affection- and still pursues it with them, while being open with them about the risks. (which. the reason that made me think of qiyan agula should be self evident even though thats not exactly her situation)

But im thinking also like. that character concept in conjunction with the previous one i had w the character who wont pursue revenge but wouldnt pass it up etc. so now i think i have the core of what is approximately my fifteen hundredth story idea

[ghostbsuter]

"Excuse me?" Jazz's voice echoes in the meeting room in space. She gains the attention of the heroes immediately and sees them tensing up in at her appearance.

Behind her, he swirling green portal is open, waiting for her to return.

A blond, coat wearing man, curses upon seeing her and gives a half bow. "Princess Jasmine," he speaks up, eye twitching.

"What brings you here?"

At the greeting and reveal of her title, few others fall into bows, the lady at the head of the table, wonder woman?, gives her a smile.

Her eyes pin the green skinned man to his seat, who in return tilts his head at her.

"My brothers birthday is soon," she focuses on the man again. "I'm simply here for a present."

The man tenses, another curse slipping. "Ah– king phantom, right? I wasn't aware his birthday would be so soon."

Jazz ignores him, calmly walking to the Martian and placing a picture of Mars before him.

"The tales of your people have brought much interest to my brother. He became a big fan." She tells, sharing her intentions at his light poking.

"I ask for a signature, it would make his day."

Martian Manhunter, alien hero, and once upon a time, a father even smiles. He's delighted yet feeling a deep-rooted sadness. The tales of his people continue to spread in the afterlife, it seems.

Jazz leaves quickly after, not before giving Diana a number, they are cousins after all.

Danny will love her present.

[bitingdrivers]

part two of max kittens fic. a reminder that this is a WIP and also unedited

It takes Daniel five minutes to sweep the room he started in and another fifteen to look in the adjacent offices. In one of the janitor closet looking rooms he finds a big weaved basket and thinks it will be good for putting all the kittens into.

"Okay, Maximus, here you go, you can sit in the basket now," he says and attempts to put the orange kitten into the basket.

It feels more like ripping a velcro with abandonment issues. The kitten makes a disgruntled screech as Daniel tries to pry his little claws out of the hoodie, then bats his paws around trying to escape Daniel's hold.

With two hands now holding the kitten, Daniel puts him into the basket and says, placating, "Shh, here you go. It's safer here."

But the kitten protests, immediately jumping out of the basket and trying to climb back up onto Daniel's shoulder.

Daniel sighs and scoops the kitten into his hands. "You really want to sit on my shoulder, huh?" he says, feeling the vibrations of the kitten's loud purr. This must be the Affectionate part of Max's personality — unless Daniel actually found Stubbornness and the kitten is really set on sitting on his shoulder.

With another sigh, Daniel puts the kitten back on his shoulder and goes back to his search.

After another fruitless sweep of an empty office, Daniel spots a slightly ajar door at the other end of the hallway. As he gets closer to the door, he hears a clatter that sounds like a herd of tiny horses. When Daniel steps into the what looks like a lounge room, he realizes that it's not actually a herd of horses, but two little kittens running around.

The kittens are a blur of motion, running around full speed around the room, jumping on vacant tables and chairs, ricocheting of walls and corners. Once one of the kittens makes it onto the big couch in the middle of the room, the other kitten barrels into him on full speed, sending both of them tumbling onto the floor.

As they both stand up, a little unsteady on their tiny paws, Daniel gets a chance to properly look at them. Both kittens appear to be tuxedos, with black fur and white markings, but the white spots on their paws are inverted: one kitten has socks on their front paws, and the other — on their back paws.

The kittens' fur looks tousled, whiskers spread and tails pointing up. They're both breathing heavily through their mouths, their tiny chests visibly expanding with every breath. It looks like the kittens have finally tired themselves out, until one of them bats a paw at the other's tail and they're off again, zooming around the room trying to catch each other.

If Daniel had to guess, this is probably Max's Competitiveness and Love for speed. Or maybe that's just two kittens who embody Max's love for racing — Daniel hasn't actually heard about two animals representing one personality trait, but Max has always been exceptional.

Daniel sets the empty basket on one of the tables and tries to put the orange kitten in it again. It goes easier this time, like the kitten understands what Daniel needs to do. He doesn't look thrilled about it thought, as Daniel lowers him into the basket, the kitten flicks his tail, looking like the most unhappy little cat in existence.

With a huff, Daniel scratches between his ears, "Don't look so grumpy, Max. I need to get your-uh…brothers? Clones?" he pauses, "Friends. Let's go with friends."

The orange kitten squints his eyes, starting to purr again.

Daniel shakes his head fondly and goes to close the door to the room. He doesn't need to make this harder for himself.

The two kittens are still chasing each other, but as soon as Daniel starts to slowly approach them, both the cats look up at him, and Daniel swears he can see a challenge in their eyes.

"Pspsps, come on, little guys. Come to me, I know you want to become Max again," he says, slowly coming up to the two kittens.

As Daniel reaches down to grab them, the kittens dart back and away. Daniel swears under his breath and jogs after them, hands extended like he's some kind of crab.

It takes far too long for him to catch the kittens, running around the room and bumping into furniture. Daniel he wonders how he looks right now, this big guy chasing two tiny kittens around an empty room.

At some point, the kittens' slow down, probably tired of all the running, and Daniel finally grabs both of them, scooping them into his arms.

A little out of breath, he says, "You guys should try racing. If there was Formula 1 for cats, you'd be World Champions by now."

Daniel comes over to the basket and sets both kittens inside. Immediately, the two tuxedos start to play, batting their paws at each other. Using this opportunity, the orange kitten jumps out and climbs onto Daniel's shoulder.

"Ow," Daniel winces as the kitten's claws scratch at his arms.

"Hey, stop fighting." Both of the kittens don't stop, rolling in the basket.

With no better alternative, Daniel reaches for one of the kittens — the one with the white front paws — and puts him in his hoodie pocket. The other kitten looks lost for a moment, not understanding where his buddy went, and Daniel immediately feels guilty, like he separated two best friends.

"Aw, don't be sad, Maxy. You guys just need to take a break for a moment," he tries to console the kitten.

Surprisingly, the words help, because both of the kittens settle — one in Daniel's hoodie pocket and the other in the basket, and a moment later their eyes start to droop.

Daniel carefully picks up the basket and slowly makes his way out of the room.

Three down, another two or three to go.

[infinitethejackal]

Reblog if you love Amy being a powerhouse with a huge hammer and also being the embodiment of love. I fucking love that.

But also, you like or at least respect boom!Amy or idw!Amy. Or else you're not invited to my sonamy-themed birthday party /lh

[rikupid]

thinking abt… mutual masturbation as punishment for haechan

thinking abt how he’d stare so hard at you getting yourself off… his eyes trying to catch every detail of your face and body… and at first, he can’t touch himself, his cock straining in his pants as his fingers dig into his thighs, restraining himself. it’s not until you give him the go ahead, immediately fisting his cock at the sight of you.

he’s satisfied until he’s not. whining out that he can make you feel so much better. he’s practically crying out to you, begging for your touch, only you can make him feel good.

i just fell to my knees…. I THINK YOU’RE TRYING TO KILL ME. warning this is literally just haechan begging….. IM SORRY

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“you did this to yourself, baby,” you laugh, watching as haechan began to squirm. you were on display for him, fingers deep inside yourself and your cunt dripping, yet he couldn’t touch. every moan that left your lips was pure torture and haechan was whining in frustration. he wanted so badly for you to let him touch, his cock straining against his pants while he sat there watching you.

“please, just lemme touch you,” he began to plead, eyes wide and desperate, “s’not fair. wanna feel you.”

you did nothing but ignore him, closing your eyes as you kept fingering yourself. you knew just how much you were affecting him, letting out soft little moans every time your fingers hit just right.

“baby, please. let me make you feel good,” haechan tried again, his nails digging into his thigh. this wasn’t fair. “c’mon, please? you know i’d feel better than your fingers,” he whines, hating the way he was getting ignored. it should be his cock stuffing you full, not your stupid fingers that could barely amount to just how good he fucked you. he was so needy, too obsessed with your cunt to think about anything else.

“shut up,” you finally let out, opening your eyes to see just how desperate he was becoming. “you don’t deserve to touch me, not after what you said earlier,” you spit out, refusing to give in to his begging. he was going to learn just how badly he needed you to make himself feel good. no one else could bring him the same pleasure that you did, his poor cock useless if it wasn’t you touching him.

“i was just teasing, baby, i’m sorry,” haechan whines again, frustration clear in his voice. he hated this. you were so mean to him and it was starting to drive him mad.

pulling your fingers out and making sure haechan was watching, you began to slowly rub circles on your clit. “feels so good, hyuckie,” you moan, throwing your head back in pleasure. you were doing this on purpose and he knew it, getting closer and closer to his breaking point. deciding to spare him just a little, you gave him the go ahead to touch himself.

haechan was desperate, pathetically so, and pulled out his cock at lightning speed. he was so hard that it hurt. he immediately started to touch his poor cock, chasing a release that you refused to give him. but he couldn’t. it wasn’t the same if you weren’t touching him, stroking him to completion and telling him just how good he was for you. he let out another whine, face crumpling.

noticing his reaction, you let out a mocking laugh. “you wanted to touch so badly and now you’re complaining?” you ask, pulling your hand away from your clit. “i thought this was what you wanted?”

“i do, i do—it’s not, fuck,” haechan whines again, “it’s not the same. n-need you to touch me.” he was so humiliated, so close but so far from cumming. he looks up at you with watery eyes and quivering lips, pleading for your touch.

“you need me? even after your little outburst earlier? i thought you didn’t need me to touch your pathetic cock to feel good?” you ask, mocking him once again. he was so close to letting go, tears threatening to spill as he kept touching himself. “tell me how much you need it and maybe i’ll reconsider.”

“p-please, touch me,” he cries, tears finally rolling down his face. “i need you to touch me, please! i can’t—can’t take it anymore, please,” haechan was full on begging now, overwhelmed with the need for you to touch him. every second without your touch was too much for him to handle, causing him to sob as he continued to babble about just how badly he needed you to touch him.

“that’s all you needed to say, hyuckie,” you coo, moving over to where he was. “you just need me to feel good, don’t you?” you ask, knowing the answer. haechan nodded, sniffling as he looked into your eyes. you leaned in, softly kissing him and wrapping your hand around his cock.

quickly starting to jerk him off and swallowing his moans, haechan was so close. you pulled away from the kiss, watching as he fell apart. “i’m s-so close, please,” he begs, thrusting into your hand.

“you were so good,” you praise, speeding up your hand as you stroked his cock. “cum for me, baby,” you whisper into his ear, finally giving him the permission to cum. his hips stuttered, a loud whine leaving his lips as he spills into your hand. you kiss him one last time, pulling your hand away from his spent cock.

“t-thank you,” haechan mumbles, face red as he tries to recompose himself. you couldn’t help but smile, so weak for your boyfriend. no matter how bratty he was, you always gave him what he wanted.

[mousemannation]

i dont really know how to phrase this but the elephant in the room is that if carlos loses the final he will go back down to no.3. personally, i dont think it achieves anything to want him to win specifically to keep zverev at no.3- there is functionally no difference between 2 and 3, and the issue with zverev isn’t that he’s high ranked, it’s that he faced near zero consequences for being a domestic abuser. There is no tangible retribution in him having “bad” results, and frankly I don’t think it serves anyone to let him dictate the results u want. Basically what im saying is root for carlos bc u like carlos and want him to be no.2, not bc u don’t want zverev to be no.2. And don’t not root for holger bc if he wins zverev will overtake carlos. Holding either of the performances responsible for Zverev’s place in the sport is unfair to them as individuals and largely pointless in addressing the actual issue of zverevs place in the sport.

And as a last note, no player has any moral duty to beat him- and this goes both ways. As in, no player has committed a moral failing in losing to him AND no player has committed a moral victory for beating him. The issues with Zverev are not within the context of the tennis court, they are in the context of the real women he abused, and the fact he is allowed to keep being a professional athlete at all- not whether he’s good at it. It would still be a systemic failing that he can continue playing without consequence if he never made it past challengers.

[radioactivepeasant]

Surprise Sunday Snippet (Part 2)

Continued from HERE (long long post lol)

Nobody ever checked the rooftops. Jak allowed himself a sharp grin as he watched Wastelanders hurrying down the street. Guarding Damas, if he were to guess. That'd slow him down.

Perfect.

He took a running start, and launched to the next roof. Daxter muffled a scream in Jak’s scarf and hung on for dear life.

"Why are we doing this again?!" he hissed.

"Tactics."

Jak dropped to slide under a billboard, popped back up and kept running.

"I'm going to find every passage in and out of this hellhole. And then thats the end of the metalhead problem, and we can breathe for once."

"Uh-huh." Daxter ducked instinctively when Jak used a support beam like a parallel bar and swung down to a fire escape. "And the fact that King Scaryman won last time doesn't worry us because-?"

"That was a fluke!"

Jak dropped to the street. Almost to the stadium.

"I had to swim! It slowed me down!"

Daxter wasn't so sure about that.

And it turned out he was right to be skeptical of their chances. A left turn was blocked by two Wastelanders who spotted them and raised an alarmed shout. When Jak backtracked, there were Wastelanders to the right as well. Jak cursed and kept going straight. That wasn't as efficient a road: too narrow, no alleys to turn off into if he needed a quick escape. Keira's garage was at the complete opposite end of the row!

And then Damas dropped from nowhere to land in front of him, blocking their path.

He'd come from overhead. The stadium.

"Frithrottit," Jak muttered under his breath as he skidded to a halt.

"I believe this is the end of the road, son." Damas’s smile had no business being that ominous.

"I told you. I know every passage in the city."

Armored feet running up behind them made Jak whirl on instinct, ready for a fight. Instead of KG, he saw the Wastelanders from earlier, out of breath and leaning on their gunstaffs.

"Can you-" puffed the woman at the front, "Can you guys just go to a gym like normal city folk?"

"That would rather defeat the purpose of the exercise," Damas replied with an amused tilt of his brow.

"Dear Volcan just take the kid fishing or something! The air here is way too polluted for running!"

Damas snorted. "I'll warn you next time."

Then he folded his hands behind his back and turned an expectant look on Jak and Daxter. The boy made a frustrated growl, but he had set the rules and he couldn't change them now. Scowling a little, Jak raised his hands in defeat.

"Fine, where do you want to talk?"

It was probably for the best that he didn't see the knowing grins his petulant tone caused behind him.

"Bleachers seems open enough," Damas offered. "You'll be able to see anyone coming in advance."

Jak paused. Damas had thought ahead about the few triggers he'd learned about so far. He'd gotten used to that from the Morgues, but no one else. His scowl softened into more of a thoughtful frown, and he studied Damas for a moment as though he were a puzzle.

"...okay," he said after a moment.

It was strange to be in the stands rather than on the track. Jak followed Damas with his hands in his pockets, glancing around periodically. There weren't any guards up here. No civilians noticeable either.

Damas took a seat in one of the rows and glanced expectantly at Jak and Daxter. He didn't seem too surprised when Jak chose a row slightly above his.

"Alright," Damas said, "We have...an hour-ish. Any questions you've got, I'll do my best to answer succinctly."

Jak blinked.

"Wait, I'm asking the questions?"

That wasn't how he'd expected this to go. He'd figured losing the race would mean being subjected to all manner of questions about his existence and what had happened to him.

Damas folded his arms comfortably and gave a smile that didn't really reach his eyes.

"We're having a conversation, not an interrogation. That does tend to imply more than one party talking."

"Oh."

Suddenly a little sheepish, Jak pondered his options.

"Y'know what, fair enough."

(Four days after this)

The mock hunt was a little different this time. Not a race this time, hunter and quarry. Jak and Daxter got fifteen minutes' headstart, but after that, the gloves were off. Jak knew two new secret passages in Haven. Damas, he unfortunately had to concede, knew all of them.

Jak kicked the zoomer into high gear and cut a turn much too tight. Daxter dug his claws into Jak's shoulder with a high-pitched yelp.

"I love you, pal, but next time you wanna include me in some father-son bonding, don't!"

Jak gritted his teeth. "He's not my-"

Daxter rapped on the side of his head with tiny knuckles.

"Denial Town, paging Denial Town, please extradite Jak the Skeptic."

He avoided Jak's poorly-aimed smack by scurrying to the other shoulder.

"Pal, you got the same scowl, first off. He's definitely proved he used to be head honcho around here-"

"So? It doesn't make him my father!" Jak shot through the Industrial Sector before doubling back up another street. "He could be a- a cousin or something, we don't know!"

"Dude. You just found out you still got kinfolk and you're hoping you don't? I don't get it."

Jak set the zoomer on a straight shot down an alley and leaped off the back of it to a fire escape. He didn't answer Daxter for several minutes, hopping roof to roof. After taking a moment to catch his breath behind a neon sign, he couldn't avoid the flat stare anymore.

"Okay, okay-! Look, the only- the only fathers I've ever seen were Samos, Praxis, and Bruno. The only one who I still trust is the baker, man. I don't know where this guy is gonna fall on that line."

Daxter considered this.

"...the old lady used ta nanny Spikes or somethin', right? You said he and baker-man both mind their p's and q's around her. So he's got that goin' for him at least."

"Yeah, but even you mind your p's and q's around Abuela," Jak argued, "And don't call her "old lady", I swear she has ears everywhere."

He knew he was in denial. But he couldn't let go yet. Jak had spent the last two and a half years being betrayed by nearly every authority figure in his life. The Morgues didn't count, they didn't try to be any kind of authority. Sig didn't count either, he was just Sig! But this guy, this guy was a warlord. Formerly king of Haven. Jak didn't want to let his guard down and get dragged right back into the frontlines because of "mystical whoo crap", as Pecker put it.

Damas had been putting in the work to make up for their...tense...first impressions, Jak could give him that. And he'd had all the posters requesting information on his whereabouts taken down, which took a lot of the pressure off Jak. But after Kor -- after Krew and Torn and Samos -- he just wasn't ready to believe the man had nothing to hide. Jak didn't mind being more friendly with him, he would go as far as to say he was disappointed when they weren't able to do their mock hunts. But he wasn't ready to acknowledge that he might have a father when he had only a vague idea of what fathers were supposed to be like.

"Okay, we're cutting through the Tomb next. He hasn't come in there yet." Jak glanced back over his shoulder and cursed. "Gah! Rot, how'd he catch up?!"

Damas was already at the far end of the street, walking with the confidence of a man who knew exactly where they were.

Maybe the Tomb wasn't a good idea. If Damas caught up enough to see them go through the hold Praxis smashed into the back, he'd find the base camp the two had made in the music puzzle chamber.

"Crap. Uh-"

Jak looked around.

"Skip the Tomb. Stadium."

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Keira had been doing her best to stay out of all this....this.

When Ashelin asked if she'd seen Jak since the Nest was destroyed, she shrugged and said she'd left before he did.

When her father asked her to contact Jak, she shrugged and said he wasn't answering his talk-box.

Both of these things were true. But she didn't mention that she knew they'd swapped talk-boxes with a random stranger to throw the Underground off their scent.

When Wastelanders showed up to ask if she knew where Samos was, she shrugged and asked if they could tell him to come by her apartment and pick up some of her tools.

They knew she was dodging questions, but they left her alone. Mostly.

They had been hanging around her stadium a lot lately, which made testing her racing zoomers a little awkward. Especially when they wanted to ask a million questions about the specs after she was done. Sometimes in the middle of fending off nosy race enthusiasts, Keira would glimpse Jak booking it down an alley or through the upper bleachers with that warlord from the news either a little ahead of him, or close on his heels. She didn't know what that was about, but no one was shooting and no one was using a dark eco form, so she assumed it was reasonably logical.

That was a lie.

Keira was one of the Sandover Trio and she knew well and good that not one of them did things because they were reasonable or logical.

Which was why she supposed she wasn't terribly surprised when Jak appeared, darting into her garage like the devil was after him.

Keira immediately took exception to being involved in...whatever Jak had been up to since going to ground.

"Noooope nope. Don't you drag me into this."

Jak gave her the pleading look that used to work when they were little.

"Come on, just for a minute?"

Keira eyed him, then Daxter, with increasing skepticism. She'd hidden them from KG in her garage before, no regrets. But there was usually some level of collateral damage.

"Uh-huh," she drawled. "And then you're gonna bust my tool bench again?"

Jak wilted comically.

"That was one time! You said you weren't mad anymore!"

His defense was cut short with a squeak as he went ducking behind the curtain. Unsurprisingly, the Wastelanders showed up not even a minute later with the warlord her dad was so scared of. Damas, she thought Tess called him. He was an intimidating sight to be sure, but his deadly look was tempered considerably by the humor crinkling the corners of his eyes.

"Good afternoon," he said, eyes twinkling.

"I don't suppose you've seen my son today?"

Oh for Precursors' sake. Keira felt the beginnings of a headache coming on. She pasted on her Customer Service Smile anyway.

"And that would be...?"

The look of amusement did not fade. If anything, he looked and sounded closer to laughter than before as he tilted his head, trying to see around her.

"You would know him as Jak."

I'm gonna kill him.

Keira inhaled slowly with a marvelous affectation of calm, and smiled brightly.

"...excuse me for a second."

The Wastelanders stood at the door of her garage, exchanging looks ranging from knowing to alarmed when the garage suddenly rang with the girl's shout.

"What the Frith, Jak! You didn't tell me the guy was your dad!"

Immediately, the boy in question yelped in palpable offense.

"DUDE!"

"Not cool, Kee!" Daxter's voice echoed after him, "You can't throw a guy under the zoomer like that!

Damas broke into a laugh that wasn't nearly as menacing as his appearance would suggest.

"Oh, there he is."

He leaned further into the garage.

"Found you, Jak."

"Doesn't count! Keira sold me out!" Jak shouted back.

"And you have to catch me, not find me!"

"Still finding every possible loophole," Damas scoffed. "Well that hasn't changed from when you were little."

He turned to Keira with a conciliatory half bow. "May I?"

Keira stepped aside and shrugged. "Don't touch my tools or my gear. You break it, you bought it. Ask Jak."

"It was one time!" Jak protested, but the decreased vehemence suggested he was embarrassed about it.

[fulcrum-021]

For the WIP Word Guessing Game :D

Bacta

It's starting to look as if I just have no words in any of my WIPs at this point, but I swear I do 😭 alas, I am however once again stumped 💀

Have this :D I'm not even gonna pretend it's gonna be three sentences okay - I like words too much to keep it That short zhzhz

Zeb let out a low hiss, his ears falling flat against his skull. "Karabast - be gentle, will ya?!"

Kallus huffs. "Quit being such a baby," he snarks. Nevertheless, the movement of the bacta soaked cloth pressing against Zeb's wound becomes decidedly more careful, even as Kallus continues to grumble at Zeb's fussiness.

Zeb glares at him. "Bold words from a guy who can't even look at the wound without gagging." He scratched absentmindedly at his neck, earning a yelp and a scowl from Kallus, who reprimands him for moving around. Zeb ignores him in favor of a question that has been on his mind for the past half hour since Kallus first attempted to treat his wound. "How did ya get that far as an ISB agent with hemophobia anyway?" he asks. "Seems rather impractical."

Kallus shrugs, before making the mistake of trying to lift the cloth to get a better look at the wound. The little color he regained quickly drains from his cheeks, leaving his skin pale and clammy looking. He swallows thickly. "I've never had this problem before," he responds, enfeebled.

"What changed?"

Kallus straightens a little, raising his gaze to meet Zeb's. As he looks at Zeb, his eyes soften. "No idea," he says, in a manner completely unconvincing.

Hehe thank you for the ask!! Very fun :D sorry it got so long dhdhdh I got carried away

[bluerosefox]

Misunderstandings and Miscommunications

Back at it again with some

✨️ Shenanigans ✨️

Brain rot.

Here goes.

So Danny finally tells his parents the truth (Phantom Planet not happening in this AU) and due to his anxiety and fear takes their disbelief and horror and yelling (not mad or angry but like worried yelling) as rejecting him.

They had rejected Vlad a few weeks ago when he had been caught as Plasmius but they only rejected him because they had found out he had been trying to kill Jack in order to get to Maddie and had been hurting Danny behind their backs while also trying to get him to denounce Jack as his dad, it had nothing to do with him being part ghost.

They do love Danny and are just horrified their invention had killed their baby boy and that they had been trying to hurt him for a last few years because they didn't know he was Phantom (but the clues, oh the clues were staring at them in the face now, how blind they were to it oh.)

Due to Danny's panic he runs off into the Infinite Realms in order to hide with one of his ghost friends but.... he runs into some trouble (Skulker? Walker? idk pick any) and gets tossed in a random portal that had opened up.

And finds himself in the DC verse.

Danny accidentally falls into a huge battle as well and when he spots the heroes trying to protect the city he fell into from some huge evil villain he helps out despite his own emotions (it helps distract him from what he 'thinks' happened between him and his parents)

And once he's done helping he books it cause he need to process everything and doesn't stop when the hero he helped out called out to him, and phases out and turns invisible if the hero tries to stop him to talk. It isn't long until Danny is in a new city and finds some more people to help from villains and evil, and he starts using it to distract himself.

Basically Danny aimlessly wanders around and starts helping anyone to keep his mind off the thought of never being able to go home again.

Meanwhile his parents are PANICKING about not being to find Danny after he runs. They try calling his friends, but the moment they hear the Fenton's say they know about him being Phantom they too jump the gun and think Danny was rejected. They both yell, not letting the Fenton's say anything, and let slip Danny most likely is hiding in the Infinite Realms (aka the Zone) if hes not in Amity.

Tucker and Sam immediately hang up and call Jazz, whose at college, before the Fenton parents could and tell her what happened. And Jazz isn't happy.

Despite being so smart and willing to give their parents so many chances to change their views on Ghosts, she's not a child anymore and isn't going to let them hurt Danny (they don't want to). She starts making her way home to give her parents a piece of her mind.

But by the time she gets there, driving all night, her parents are missing and she finds a video message on the computer from Tucker explaining they had snuck into the house to go into the portal to try to find Danny only to see the Fenton parents suiting up and going into the zone with the Specter Speeder and Boo-o-rang keyed to Danny. "No doubt they're going to hunt Danny down, we're going to try to slow them down and find Danny before they do Jazz! We left an extra Boo-o-rang behind keyed on Danny's signature come help us when you get this message! Take Danny's Specter Bike I made sure the keylock is off!" (Let's pretend Tucker tinkered with the design of the Specter Speeder and made some bike versions, with Danny and funnily enough Johnny 13's help, it was fun bonding thing they all did)

Jazz is even more livid after that. Takes a few things and heads to the portal as well, hopefully to find Danny first before her parents.

By the time Jazz finds the portal that opens to the DC verse she's in Gotham, runs into Red Hood (and helps take down some gang goons but in the process her Boo-o-rang gets busted in the scuffle) and basically they talk. She asks if he's seen any runaway blue eyed black haired young teens around and Jason jokingly says "Nope but we better find him before the Big Bad Bat takes him and turns him into a Robin."

Jazz is very confused.

MEANWHILE

The Fenton parents are of course making a menace of themselves... They're driving around (which is a warning enough if Jack is behind the wheel) trying to find Danny to explain that they do love him and to come back home, and when they do find Danny he freaks out and starts booking it again (right as he actually stopped to talk enough with a hero too). The heroes of the DC verse whose meet Danny and those that heard about some young 'meta' teen whose been helping out and is very powerful, take note how scared and panicked he looked when facing the two and things get worse when they take note how... careless they are going after him (cause we know the Fenton's get a little extreme) and add the fact they look like mad scientists too (they haven't been sleeping well since Danny ran off)

So the DC heroes start assuming the worse for the young teen hero...

It gets even much WORSE when Tucker and Sam, who are hot on the Fenton's heels as well, show up and eventfully tell them what happened (or what they think happened) when they gain their trust.

Basically, a lot of miscommunication happens.

Danny thinks he needs to be on the run from his parents and is helping out in the DC verse to keep his mind off his own breaking heart from the rejection (if you wanna make it serious maybe have his actual core in danger from the rejection or something). And is nearly adopted by every hero who see's this sad ghost kid.

His parents are labeled mad scientists (kinda are) who are hunting Phantom down to end him or experiment on him but they actually DO love him and just want their son come back home. (due to being Fenton's they do kinda accidentally cause a lot of mayhem in their wake)

Tucker and Sam are trying to be amazing friends and stopping the Fenton's from hurting their best friend but much like Danny they are a bit too caught up in their emotions to realize the truth of what happened and may or may not alerted the JL and JLD why Danny is on the run in the first place. (when they had down time to find out where they were they found out about the meta protection laws and is kinda using that to get Danny help)

Jazz is in Gotham, has no way to track Danny down at the moment, is talking with Red Hood (coughAngerManagementcough) about finding her brother and saving him from her parents before they do anything to hurt him. Cue Red Hood (and maybe with the help of the Outlaws) helping Jazz go find her brother.

This can be serious but I mostly see it being silly with nothing but shenanigans and a lot of miscommunication.

[spaceagebachelormann]

HIHSISHSISJSBSNHIHEYHEY

may i please request ocean, misha, and jane/penny with an s/o that’s very short, like 5’0 and everyone assumes they’re rlly nice and they are… when they wanna be. just a very overall fiesty person in a tiny body :)

ocean, mischa and jane/penny with a short s/o!

✧ warnings: none

✧ additional info: erm this has been rotting in my inbox for months mb pookie 🙏 these might be shit but i’m on a rtc kick rn so trust in me!! also i kinda struggled with the angry but short part 😔 also ocean is kinda ooc

✧ m.list — nav.

ೃ༄ ocean o’connell rosenberg

ugh this is so real i’m 5’1 😒

ocean herself is also very short,, like 5’3-5’5

so she prob finds ur height rlly endearing cause she’s used to people being taller than her

would 100% baby u

probably says some shit like “awww ur so cute!” if u get annoyed cause she’s a little shit oblivious

would like seeing in like slightly bigger clothes cause a) she likes knowing ur comfy, even if she SUCKS at showing it, and b) she thinks it makes u look saur cute

and also she makes it abundantly clear she is the only mf who gets to bring up ur height and she’ll be passive aggressive to anyone else who does

and she’s the type to scold u if u get pissed at someone for making fun of ur height but she also doesn’t stop u

she’s secretly so proud but scolds u anyway

the scolding is worse if u swore at the person

ೃ༄ mischa bachinski

this BITCH is so mean to u abt ur height (lovingly ofc!)

purposely puts things on higher shelves so u have to ask him for help (he gets offended if u ask literally anyone else GOD FORBID ocean)

he def argues with u if u get annoyed but in like a teasing way

he thinks it’s endearing

gives u his clothes alot (obviously cause he likes seeing them on u)

so goddamn protective omg.

has encouraged you to yell at ppl for making fun of u

“HIT THEM!! HIT THEM!!” — mischa <3

fake cries and hugs u on the first day of december because santa needs his elves back

also says “don’t fall in a hole” when ur literally just walking

ೃ༄ penny lamb/jane doe

pennys like a mix of ocean and mischa

lovingly bullies u but also thinks ur so so cute

would love watching u yell at people and obviously encourages u

even joins if she feels like it

LOVES picking you up for no reason

jane though also thinks ur height is super cute but doesn’t know how to express it

she’s like immediately intrigued by u cause ur noticeably shorter than everyone else

she randomly comes up behind u and puts her arms around ur shoulders or js on ur arms or something

don’t get mad at her she gets confused cause she doesn’t know what she’s doing wrong :(

[vocalsynthbdays]

happy birthday po uta(vocaloid 6) !! [mar 7]

po uta is an english synth released in 2023. he was developed by Yamaha in collaboration with Sample Size LLC and his voice provider, Porter Robinson, who made the second most viewed english language vocaloid song on youtube, "Goodbye To A World" featuring AVANNA . po uta is illustrated by kana_gnpk. po uta is based specifically off of Porter Robinson's style of singing in his album "Nurture"

sorry i was going ot post yesterday but then i missed it due to school, then it turned out taht the first synth i was going ot post about has a different birthday, and for the second one i found 2 different release dates and a completely different character birthday but no official source for any of those, so i actually have nothing ot post for mar 6

[rocaillefox]

oh yknow i think a very fun character would be like. one who doesnt search out revenge but will absolutely take it if given the opportunity. like its no skin off their back if they never get the chance to take revenge/fulfill a grudge, thats not their goal, but its not out of mercy or kindness, just a pragmatic 'i wont let this potential revenge destroy me in the process' approach to it. might have to include them as an oc in something 🤔

[thelionheartedo3]

kiss prompt: kissing each other breathless for ely x any ub member (definitely not thinking of a certain camelot au 😇, no pressure ofc!), please!! 🥰 (~agentnatesewell)

hello, Mar, thank you for the prompt!! you said camelot au and my brain went uh....... places. places it probably shouldn’t have with this, but uh—queen ely deserves kisses from any of her knights, I guess!

It isn’t uncommon for Farah to lounge about with Ely, especially when neither have duties to attend to. They’ve stolen away after dinner, treats and goodies tucked not-so-secretly away as they retreat for the night, Farah sprawled across the hearthrug with their tray of goodies next to her as Ely flips through a book and tries not to spill anything on it, lest she hear an earful from both the keeper and her king upon Nate’s return.

“I don’t know if I like orange cakes as much as I thought I would,” says Farah.

Ely’s head snaps up, looking over to where she’s wiping crumbs from the corner of her mouth.

“What?” 

Farah glances over to her and grins at whatever expression is currently on her face—which she figures is a mixture of shock and offense, undoubtedly unqueenly.

“It’s good, but I don’t know, I think it’s too much.”

“Too much?” Right, yes, she’s definitely offended. 

It sends Farah into a cackle as she sits up, grabbing one of the oranges on the tray Ely had planned to have tomorrow morning in a bath. 

“It’s not as good as an orange slice.”

“It is good, though!”

Farah laughs again as bright, citrus aroma bursts forth as she starts to peel the orange in her hands. “I didn’t say it wasn’t good, Ely,” she says. “But I think I prefer my oranges in their pure form.” Farah beams at her once more before popping a sliver of the fruit in her mouth.

Ely’s pouting. She’s always pouting. Farah tries her hardest not to snort around her mouthful of food and proffers a slice of the fruit towards Ely. With the book still balanced in her lap, she doesn’t want to risk her fingers getting sticky with juice, so she leans forward, taking the fruit from Farah’s fingers with her teeth.

Farah pauses. She blinks.

Ely processes what she’s just done and sits back, the sweet fruit in her mouth only a slight distraction from how it got between her lips in the first place. 

Don’t, a voice tells her, sounding far too much like her mother for her to listen to it.

“Farah. . .,” she begins, soft, hesitant.

“Ely,” comes Farah’s reply. 

Her tongue darts out, tracing across her lips, and Ely moves before her brain has caught up with her. The book is pushed aside, her hands moving to the curve of Farah’s hips, and her lips are chasing the taste of citrus into Farah’s mouth. 

It’s eager, the way they kiss one another. She doesn’t think she’s ever been kissed back so enthusiastically as Farah abandons the fruit to wrap her arms around Ely’s neck, pressing her closer as they taste sweet on each other’s tongues.

Ely’s skirts get in the way as she tries to press closer; a noise of discontent falls from her and Farah swallows it down with a breathy laugh as she moves herself, her breeches giving her the freedom to move as she pleases as she adjusts them without their lips parting for more than a second. 

She’s dizzy with it all, wanting nothing more than to keep up this act, but breathing through her nose can only get her so far when her mind’s occupied with licking the back of Farah’s teeth. She moves back only to gulp in a breath, delighting in Farah meeting her again for a gentler kiss this time.

“Alright,” Farah says after a moment, tilting her head away, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, “mayhaps I see your way.”

“No,” Ely tells her, tongue licking across her kiss-swollen lips. She sits back on her haunches, not certain what just came over her. “No, you’re right, I do prefer an orange slice.”

They stare at one another for a long, long moment, both catching their breaths before Ely’s hands go to the fruit. 

When she proffers a slice towards Farah, there’s a glint in her golden eyes, a grin tugging at her lips, before she leans down and delicately fetches the fruit with her teeth. 

[yume-fanfare]

this is how december went for me basically

[pigswithwings]

small things I've drawn for @marrssbarrss oc spring :]

based on this fic!! + learn about spring here

[holographic-mars]

(A mcb ask)

Do you think Glober will end up joining Jun’s team? I think it would be great if he stayed a wandering Cardbot that occasionally helped/brought trouble, but i saw a TikTok comment a bit ago pointing out how fun the dynamic would be if he did join so now I’m on the fence lol

OUHH GODDD I have so many feelings about this lord help me

Glober is a free spirit at heart and it pains me to think about him being sealed bc I feel like that would make him a little miserable. His ability to make his own choices and pave his own path is such a key part of his character as an adventurer and I feel so sad thinking about him kinda having to give it up.

BUT his dynamic with the other cardbots as a new member of the team is a fun concept. I think he’d be an enabler for the other bots to cause whatever trouble they want—if Red Blitz wants to go joyriding without telling Jun first, who’s he to stop him? Let the kid have his fun.

Glober to me is an unmovable object. He has his views and ideas of the world and nobody can change them, sealed or not. I think if he gets sealed he’ll still be stubborn and opinionated and only help if Jun asks him first. I would hope his free spirited charm wouldn’t go away if he does get sealed.

The episode Glober’s End is coming up and I am scared. I am frightened. I am shaking and trembling in my knickers. I’m scared they’re gonna murder him :(((((( What if they kill my beautiful wife :(((((( Glober…. Glober stay with me………. Glober……………..