#this is both positive and negative btw

[morrigan-sims]

🤫

Hi Quinn!!! Now, what do I tell you....

The truth always comes out, eventually.

>:)

[doyouknowthemossinman]

i don't need you to see them but i do need you to know that some of the tags i get on my hockey posts are insane

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[optiwashere]

Learning that it's very possible that some VAs and writers look at ao3 for their characters...

Learning that my greatest fear of all time (being seen by creators) is a real possibility...

BRB building a hut in the woods...

[itsoverfeeling]

I'm writing a fic again

[chikinan]

im getting to the last few volumes of dorohedoro and im genuinely sad I'm about to finish it, im gonna miss it so much o(TヘTo) im gonna miss these goofs what a good manga

[zestingbloodorange]

some f1 fans act like Daniel Ricciardo is their ex that they're still in love with even tho he always forgot their birthday and broke up with them the day before valentine's day every year

[ihavenohotcocoa]

Damn, being a fan of the 11th Doctor storyline is watching everyone constantly shit on your favorite episodes

[luminyan]

some thoughts on burnout.

[muninnhuginn]

🔥amphibia

Basically comes down to "filler is good actually". And this absolutely includes the s3 filler.

So, the thing is that Amphibia is very character-driven. Yes, it has plot/lore, but in the end it's down to the characters and their relationships (with a decent dose of humour). I was really impressed by Anne's growth and the froggo family taking her in especially because the way they were done was just super organic (and I can definitely think of other examples where similar 'found families' felt unearnt). But it was only able to be as cohesive because it used its fillers. It let the characters make mistakes and stumble with lower stakes rather than screwing up and it being the end of the world. So Anne and froggo fam are the most obvious ones but the other part to it is that each of the late s3 episodes tended to correlate to a s1 episode with the same characters. It made sure to revisit pretty much every character and give them some kind of conclusion as well as showing how Anne/our other main characters had changed since then.

The way I see it, with the number of episodes they had they had to decide either to go in big on the main three and Andrias and make that the focus or they could give each character closure of some sort but not go as into depth as a result. And I'm honestly glad they chose to revisit and give closure to all because the nature of the show really is about the characters in the end so it fits.

I am kinda disappointed as to how Anne and Sasha ended up with way more exploration than Marcy, but if you put a knife to my head and forced me to choose between going more in-depth with Marcy's arc vs what we actually got? I would genuinely go for what we actually got.

[meowonhao]

no words just this text convo with my mother rn

[naturalbornlosers]

if i get covid a third time bc one of my instructors didnt tell us he had it before class im gonna start biting people

[oflgtfol]

man i found this wolfwalkers fic from april that is totally unfinished and i never wrote any notes so i have no idea where i was going with it . i know i wanted to explore bill and moll's dynamic but man i dont actually remember how i wanted to do that screams. but anyway i do really enjoy how it started. so here it is i guess cuz idk if it will ever be officially published as completed

it takes place after the final battle but before the final scene of them traveling

That night, as the waning gibbous rises above the burning treeline, Móll urges the children onto the abandoned wagon left behind by Cromwell’s men. The hunter – Robyn’s father, she has to remind herself now – slinks away to go collect his human body, and returns five minutes later on two legs and with a horse in tow. A rivulet of blood runs down the side of his face, stark against pale skin where it must’ve blended into dark fur just moments earlier. Keenly, she’s aware of the sticky moisture still soaked into the front of her dress, the tightness of the recently-healed skin beneath. She turns away from him.

With five-fingered hands, she reaches over and tucks the blankets over each girl’s shoulders; Mebh first, already asleep and breathing heavily, then Robyn next, who blinks up at her blearily. Móll tucks a piece of unruly blonde hair behind her ear.

“Get some rest,” she murmurs. “You two deserve it.”

“Where will we go?” Robyn whispers, not out of any real desire to be quiet, but with the weight of exhaustion from the events of the past few days. Beside her, Mebh steps out of her own human body as a wolf, and immediately flops over snoring once more.

“We’re heading north for now,” Móll says, voice gentle. It had been the only direction she had been able to scout before being captured on her way back. Nonetheless, the region held promise – far from any towns, further still from any English settlers. Once they pass beyond the ridge of the hill, they should be free from the wrath of the Kilkenny soldiers, nothing but unfettered wilderness as far as the eye can see. That kind of liberty, that kind of safety, has been something she’s longed for many years to provide for Mebh and the other wolves; now, she has two more recently-turned Wolfwalkers in her pack to show it to.

For as much as Cromwell’s forces had intruded upon the wolves’ land, Móll could see from her time imprisoned that his poison had infected his own people first. Robyn and her father may have been humans for far longer than they have been Wolfwalkers, but they did not escape their time under Cromwell’s fist unscathed.

“Things will get better from here,” Móll finishes with an assuring smile. Robyn mirrors it, and finally her eyes slip closed. Her breath evens out, and with a soft exhale, her wolf slips out and curls up around Mebh’s sleeping form.

Móll settles down on the opposite side of her daughter, and with practiced ease, falls unconscious. She opens her eyes to find sharp night vision, the chittering of the night’s creatures and the distant flames crackling in her ears, smoke and charred peat burning her nose. Despite her own exhaustion, she stands up on all fours and jumps down onto the ground. She has too much to tend to before she too can rest: a wolfpack to reassure, a journey to plan, and —

As her eyes meet Robyn’s father’s from where he has latched the horse’s harness to the wagon, she thinks, and a hunter to deal with.

[magentagalaxies]

one of my favorite video essayists/drag queens not only favorited my comment on their most recent video but also screenshotted it and posted it on their instagram story. i am winning at being a fan of niche internet creatives

[keuwibloom]

(Slight TW/CW for injury)

With how their whole positivity/negativity thing works (and that they're the only ones who can mortally wound each other), what if Dream and Nightmare aren't able to physically touch anymore?

Imagine, in the past, the brothers' main love language was physical touch (hugs, play fighting, etc). But after they ate the apples, the negativity and positivity act like poison to the other as a defense mechanism.

Any prolonged contact will burn Dream and make Nightmare's corruption boil and melt. It is extremely painful for both of them.

Imagine how this affects them in Parallel Synthesis.

When after all the fighting, after they've settled on a truce, after they've found peace and are able to actually be brothers again,

there will always be that one thing they can never have back.

Btw this takes place during the lunch meeting mentioned here! The stars and the gang decided to have an outdoors lunch :]

Dream and Nightmare belong to Jokublog

[heartsforhavik]

will you write more parts for the yandere!fan fic? 🫣

stalker! yandere boy x gn! popstar reader (part 2)

what if you had two different yanderes pining for you?

✰ warnings: stalking, mentions of murder, regular yandere tendencies, gender neutral reader

✰ a/n: damn that first part did a lot better than i thought it would, thank you guys! so how about i bring in a second yandere… i’m naming this yandere victor, and the yandere in the first part is bayani. (btw the art below is by RIP2_)

part one (with bayani) right here! a third part is coming soon, featuring both bayani and victor when they realize they both are pining for you...

stalker! yandere boy that puts in more effort than superfan! yandere boy to catch your attention. bayani could never love you. he can barely even handle you looking at him, what makes you think he’s the right one for you? he’s just a lowly coward. victor is the one for you. he loves you so much. more than bayani.

stalker! yandere boy that doesn't care about your music. not one bit. because he loves you for you! who cares what your music sounds like? he doesn't care what genre it is, or if you even have a good voice or not. he'd be the best boyfriend for you because he treats you like an actual human, not just some singing machine. besides, he personally prefers metal. maybe he can listen to it with you when you get together! it sounds like a delightful date.

stalker! yandere boy that follows you around wherever you go. he tracks your travelling patterns, and visits whatever places you visit at the exact same time. whether you fly private, commercial, or even use a train or car. doesn't matter. he will follow you. where you go, he goes.

stalker! yandere boy that would go as far as to disguise himself as someone else in order to interact with you and gain your attention. you go eat at a restaurant? victor would kill a random waiter, steal their uniform, and take their place. you stay at a hotel? he's posing as room service and will steal your clothes and belongings tidy up your room! he'll even use the key to your room to walk in and watch you sleep at night. you just look so enchanting in your sleep, how can he resist? it's not wrong, he's just keeping you safe. he is the only one that can make sure you are happy and healthy. in victor's eyes, even the strongest bodyguard cannot keep you safe. you don't need anyone else. just him.

stalker! yandere boy that tries to catch your attention anytime he can. he needs you to notice him. he needs you to say something to him, talk to him, touch him, know him, acknowledge his existence. victor needs you to validate his existence in order to continue living. without you, what would he do? he cannot handle being away from you. he cannot handle being alone. don't leave him alone. don't leave him alone. don't leave him alone. he needs you.

stalker! yandere boy that gets jealous easily. you collab with another artist or you're seen holding hands with someone in public? he's spreading a fake rumor about whoever it is and ruining their life. you shouldn't be so stupid. why associate with someone else when you have him? why ditch him for someone else? he's right there. he can be better than them. who cares what they look or sound like? victor's so much better. he can show you how much better he is, if you give him a chance.

stalker! yandere boy that is so desperate for any kind of attention from you. it doesn't matter if it's positive or negative attention. he always plays it cool and acts all smug and calm when you notice him, but on the inside he is resisting the urge to grab you and run away from the world. all he wants is to have a peaceful, isolated life with you. away from the disgusting people in the world. you and victor can be happy together.

stalker! yandere boy that is incredibly clingy. you know you need him, right? he must be near you at all times. his presence keeps you alive and happy. you keep HIM happy. he needs you. you both need each other. if he can't see or feel your presence, he will go insane. that is why he travels anywhere you go. that is why he must go to each and every one of your concerts and meet-and-greets. you assumed he was just a big fan to be at every single event, but you just can't see that he loves you much more than just some fan.

stalker! yandere boy that just wants to be with you! let him be around you. let him completely obsess over you, touch you, love you, do whatever he wants to you. he won't hurt you! he just wants a little bit of freedom to say and do whatever he wants to you once you are together, so he can make sure you don't leave him. he will make you feel so good, so loved, so appreciated. nobody will ever love you more than he does.

but there may be someone that rivals his affections. a lowly, masochistic, scrawny pest that thinks he loves you more. victor will have to do something about it before your little superfan finally decides to man up and make a move on you.