#trust in me when i tell you they'll make it

[preservationofnormalcy]

Apparently my friend group was made of all paranormal creatures and I didn’t know? They told me they thought I knew and was a werewolf but like I’ve hung out with them on the full moon before? Anyways they’ve gone all overprotective of the small human on me and yesterday I caught the fae one swapping out my food with some sort of fae food (I think that’s what it was. It certainly wasn’t human food). Anyways I don’t know who to trust but I found this site and it seemed like a reliable source so-

Well, I was gonna say - cute! A lot of people assumed I was a witch, growing up, because my dad was. I never took to the Craft myself, but when I hung out with other extranormal folks it was a little funny when they realized I was just human. One of my friends growing up was one in of the very few ET families authorized by the Zetan Empire to stay on Earth. He always wanted to do experiments on me because I wasn't extranormal. A control group, he said. I let him do a couple because he paid me a whole twenty dollars per.

But hey! That last part? Really, really not cool. Criminal in fact.

As a fae, your friend should know the consequences for instilling a geas or giving you fae food without your knowledge. I've always said that you can eat food from fae you trust - probably none of you have had Fairweather family scones, those are so good they make you see an extra color for a few hours - but the fact that they're doing it surreptitiously is a huge red flag. Get yourself an iron nail and keep it in your pocket. Confront this friend, tell them that isn't cool and to respect your boundaries. Politely ask that they release any geas or influence they have on you. Maybe don't say this part because they'll know and it could come across too confrontational, but this kind of behavior risks the fae's Legal Extranormal Personhood status.

The Office maintains good relations with the North American Seelie Court, and the Chairfae Jack B Nimble recently said he was renewing some human/fae food sharing programs. Maybe bring up one of those if you feel your friend is honestly remorseful.

[lovebillyhargrove]

a harringrove fic idea

Billy's almost breathless body got dragged to the upside down after the unforgettable Starcourt fireworks display, and Billy died, he died and was okay with that but then

Abrupt pain ripped him out of it

Ta-da!

He's not dead anymore, no

He's in the upside down, and his wounds have miraculously healed, and he feels strong and powerful, stronger than ever

He can survive and thrive here, if he plays his cards right.

So he does. Listens to the mind flayer still whispering inside his head. Says yes to the most of it - or

Doesn't say no.

He gets stuff, finds stuff. Clothes and water and food, and even alcohol and cigarettes - all is possible if you have the right connections, even in the upside down world. Tells the flayer he's on its side, they'll build an army, the sinister force just needs to get its strength back since it's gotten weak

..

When Hargrove lures Steve Harrington into the darkness

Help me, pretty boy, please, please

HELP ME, SAVE ME, BRING ME BACK

God, PLEASE !!

Steve falls for it, so easily.

You're so gullible, honeyboo

Harrington finds Billy sitting in an armchair, looking over the black mirror of still water at the quarry, wearing a long black leather coat with lush fur collar, smoking lazily, Metallica For whom the bell tolls (nevermind the actual release date) blasts out of a boombox

Two demodogs - Husky and Snatch, Hargrove calls them - lay at his feet

What the hell, man? I thought you begged to be saved !?

Well yeah. And no. Let's see how pretty you are gonna beg, sugar.

..

Does Billy turn him into a sex toy?

Maybe. Just to idle his time away. Lots of indecent sex which Steve might resist at first, but doesn't that make it hotter?

..

And then, does Steve acquire Stockholm syndrome?

Probably. Or does it go deeper than that?

..

Does Billy himself fall in love - dammit, for real !? - and decide to finally let Harrington go?

Definitely.

..

Only, Steve says

Let's run away together. Let's leave the darkness behind. Remember the ocean, how alive its waves are? How fresh it is, how it makes you .. life-crazy, insatiable for happiness, simple and .. pure? I've always wanted to live by the ocean.

..

Billy pats his doggos and

The boys run. The portal is right there. The moment Hargrove steps into the real world, the vines crawl all over Steve's body and snatch him away - away from Hargrove, away from the light. The portal gets sealed and Billy is standing alone.

Fuck.

What will he do next? How will he find a portal if there is none left, and the Mind flayer takes away his powers because Billy has betrayed its trust - again?

Will Eleven help him? Will he make a dubious deal with the Russians?

He has to get Harrington back.

And if finally he finds Steve, will that boy with a heart of gold still be the same? Or will there be black blood running in his veins from now on?

[blueishspace]

Looped Sun 16

Aka: The end of the Fear and Hunger loop because It's important.

Loop #459 (part 2)

Jimmy: I'm a bit...worried about the girl.

Tango: Yeah... she hasn't talked at all since we rescued.

Scott: She also seems hurt and starved.

Jimmy: I could just use the healing incantation right?

Scott: I doubt she's going to trust you enough to let you touch her for enough time to heal her.

Tango: Hmmm... I have a lot of enchanted gapples in my pocket, do you think they'll help?

Scott: Better then nothing, yeah. We should all eat one though or she might worry that It's poisoned.

Jimmy: Talking about food, how much do we have? Being here is like having the hunger effect.

Scott: We are ...good. At least for the hunger part of fear and hunger, I have a lot of food stored up in my pocket for emergencies.

Scott: I found the doll.

Tango: The doll? What doll.

Scott: It's from the game, It's for the girl. It helps her.

Tango: Oh, that's uh nice of you.

Scott: Thank you...?

Tango: You know, I think Jimmy got attached.

Scott: Yeah... bird instincts and all. It's kinda cute though, he's like a mama bird now.

Tango: It's going to crush him when the loop ends.

Scott: Yeah... yeah it will. But we can't make her loop with us, not without risking the world tree breaking more.

Jimmy: TANGO!!

Girl: ...!

Tango: Oh...that's...bad.

Scott: "That's bad"!? You lost an arm!

Tango: ... I-

Jimmy: Come here! Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine-

Scott: ...Jimmy.

Jimmy: Heal what has been hurt and bring back what once was mine.

Scott: Jimmy.

Jimmy: Flower gleam and glow let your power shine. Heal what has been hurt and bring back what once was mine!

Scott: Jimmy!

Jimmy: Flower gleam and glow let your power shine. Heal what has been hurt and bring back what once was mine!

Scott: JIMMY!

Jimmy: What!? ...what?

Scott: It isn't working like that, it just stopped the bleeding, the incantation can't regrow a limb.

Tango: Jimmy It's... I'll have it back next loop don't worry. Nothing permanent.

Jimmy: It's not ok! You- ughh! Fine don't listen to me I don't care.

Scott: So... the girl.

Tango: Are you finally telling us stuff about this place?

Scott: Yes.

Tango: Finally! Right Jim?

Jimmy: Sure.

Tango: ... yeah...so...what about her?

Scott: That's the god of fear and hunger.

Tango: ... No... That's a child.

Scott: For now, at the end of the game in at least one ending she ascends to godhood.

Jimmy: That's... good?

Scott: Not really, gods in this loops are different from gods like me. They are closer to the dread gods from the magnus archives then they are to me.

Tango: Well...fuck.

Jimmy: We can't let that happen!

Tango: Yeah, Jimmy basically adopted her.

Jimmy: Wha- I did not!

Scott: ... Anyway. I have prepared a plan.

Tango: Scott, I hear people.

Scott: What do you mean? There shouldn't be anyone here at the throne.

Tango: I don't know what to tell you, there is someone there!

Scott: Did we make a mistake of some kind? Mess something up? I don't -

Jimmy: Shouldn't we stop them?

Scott: Right! Tango, you stay here with the girl. Keep her safe. Me and Jimmy will do this.

Tango: What if me and Jimmy go instead?

Scott: You are no offense the least powerful person here.

Tango: Yeah, no offense.

Girl: ...uh...

Scott: You speak!? I mean, whats wrong?

Girl: ... ... Jimmy...went on his own.

Tango: What.

Scott: Oh no he doesn't, Jimmy. Jimmy you come back here right now!

Jimmy: Scott?

Scott: Jimmy! What do you think you are doing!?

Jimmy: I am doing something instead of listening to you squabble!

Scott: I-

Jimmy: No! Everyone always thinks I'm the naive and immature one but you and Tango have been acting like children! I tought the truce meant you would at least try but no! The both of you keep doing this!

Scott: Jimmy! Watch out!

Jimmy: Wha-

It's Scott that in a flash of blue appears between Le'gard's blade and Jimmy.

Jimmy: Scott!

Scott: It seems I miscalculated the position a little bit.

Jimmy: Scott you better not trow one of those "noble sacrifice" at me, I will hunt you for the next hundred loops.

Scott: I'm not dying Jimmy...ugh...i'll probably need either a golden apple or an incantation though.

Jimmy: And you.

He said as he turned to Le'garde.

Jimmy: How dare you.

Scott didn't get to see much as he passed out but he clearly saw Jimmy's hair go black and someones screams of pain.

Tango: So you can talk?

Girl: ...yeah...not often.

Tango: Hey that's ok. You don't have to, just wanted to know what brought you to.

Girl: Jimmy run off... tought it was important.

Tango: It was... I'm sorry about that fight, not the best thing to do in front of a kid.

Girl: ... Not the worst... I have seen.

Tango: That's not really good... Listen.

Girl: ...?

Tango: There is something me and the others have in common, I think I should tell you.

Jimmy: Scott, Scott. Scott! wake up.

Scott: W-what happened? Oh end, did I pass out?

Jimmy: You did.

Scott: Aeor, that's embarassing.

Jimmy: Are you ready to go find the others?

Scott: Yeah, yeah. Give me a second.

Girl: ... Pockets?

Tango: Pockets, yeah. They are like dimensions in a way. Extremely big inventories...

Girl: ... Can you put...people inside?

Tango: I... don't know?

Girl: Maybe... I can ...stay with you three... If you put me inside the pocket.

Tango: I... wouldn't... surely that can't work... Others must have tried it before.

Girl: ...

Tango: I'll try though.

Jimmy: Tango.

Tango: Jimmy. Scott. You are back! What happened?

Scott: It's a bit of a long story.

Tango: ... Are you ready... I have no idea if this will work.

Girl: ...

She nodded.

Scott: What will? What are you doin-

Loop #460

Tango: It-it worked-?

Calliope: TANGO TEK.

Scott: Calliope?!? What's wrong-

Calliope: Tango Tek, what did you just do?

And Tango was cornered.

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[morallysuperiorlips]

How I Come Up With Compelling and Fun Characters!

Back at you again with another TedTalk.

Coming up with well-rounded characters is my favorite part of the writing process. I like to come up with convoluted plots, so ofc convoluted characters have to follow. While I am someone who is VERY guilty of injecting my own traits/experiences into my characters (because I like to live vicariously through them or use them to cope don't @ me), I try to do that once I've established them as their own people. Because then they just end up being other versions of me, and we don't want that trust me

The adage I like to live by is "when the character feels real to you, they'll feel real to the reader," so I try to go out of my way to know as much as I can about them before I start to put them down on paper.

I know full names, birthdays (down to the hour), exact heights, blood types, favorite colors, foods, etc. and I try to know most of the surface-level things. I'll try to delve a little deeper but I do like to let my characters breathe when I'm writing them because sometimes they do things that make me stare into the camera like I'm on the Office and I want to give them the room to do so because that's like 60% of the process (in my humblest of opinions as a self-taught/ professional hybrid)

When I first started writing my novel, I could tell you off the top of my head that my protagonist, Odette Harmonie Cinq-Mars, was born in the little fictional town of Pendulum Province, France on December 14th, 1997 at 8:16pm, her blood type is AB+, she's 5'0, she's left-handed, and her favorite color is royal purple. I could also tell you she has anger issues, is hyper-observant, is a classically trained singer and dancer, and is kind of cold as a person. That last trait ended up writing most of itself out as she developed, but it's how she started, and I never got much deeper than that until I wrote her.

But, rewinding a little bit, I like to come up with ideas for my characters from tropes and stereotypes. My truest formula for coming up with characters is:

Trope/Archetype

- Some tropey traits

+ Traits you might not normally see in that trope/archetype

+ As many details as possible

+ Putting them in random situations that come to mind and watching them figure it out (even if it might be unrelated to the plot)

+ A little bit of yourself (always optional)

For example:

My "tropiest" character's name is Noel Masse; he was heavily based on the archetype of the peacocky gay theater kid who kinda has a hoe streak. Before you come for my neck, hear me out.

What are traits of this trope I could erase (or heavily modify) for him? From my experience theater kids get kinda cliquey--not all, but some--Noel has his friends, but he's the type who wants to be friends with everyone. He doesn't like to judge unless people give him a reason to. Theater kids might have their heads in the clouds all the time, and Noel airs on the side of keeping himself grounded when he needs to.

What are some odd traits I could add to him? What can I expand on? Noel has severe indecision--he's a theater kid who doesn't know if he wants to be theater kid. He has dedicated his life to being a musical theater star, but he has a calling in mystery solving, coding, and all things tech. This indecision often cripples him, and even seeps into his love life, which leads to some promiscuity~

What are the little details I know about Noel? Noel Coretyn Masse is a natural born witch, born in a little (fictional) city in France called Athamera on September 9th, 1997 at 12:11am. He is 6'0, 175 pounds, blood type O-, ENFP-T, right-handed, his favorite color is royal blue, and he has a gifted vocal octave range (3.8), and is very good at most forms of dance.

What scenarios have I put him in that helped him build? This was actually how I decided he was good with technology and all things coding, hacking, computers, etc. I figured out he was good at this stuff when I needed a character to hack something later on in the story and I threw him into the mix just to see what would happen and it stuck IMMEDIATELY. So, this category can also help build category 2 for sure.

Bits of me? His dedication to the arts and his desire for a large friend group hope I didn't just roast myself lol

DISCLAIMER: I want to make a note for anyone who thinks that this is overkill: yes, it probably is. But, I also want to note that I have been told time and time again that my characterization in my stories is my strongest point. So, clearly I'm doing SOMETHING right here.

I also want to note that this is NOT the "correct" way of coming up with characters. In fact, I don't think there is a "correct" way (as is with most things artistic and creative). This is just MY way of doing things. If you have a way that you come up with characters that works for you, I'd love to hear about it!

[boojangs]

You know, trust is like a mirror. You can fix it if it's broke, but you can still see the crack in that motherfucker's reflection.

--Me at this YMU Wenclair arc

[medicinemane]

It's amazing how quickly you can make someone turn on your company by making a stupid and insulting move

Force me to go through the front door and scan my card when I have backdoor business that never needed a card before (what? ...I was going to somehow... sneak in and... purchase things with a borrowed card? ...which I totally can't do from the front door after scanning it?)

Or like... twitterify your layout right after your users give you a bunch of money just cause they like you, and then refuse to walk it back

...or all the other things companies do that just kinda piss people off and then they refuse to acknowledge maybe it sucks and is stupid cause "hey, the customers didn't leave"... yeah... yet

[the-acid-pear]

I never tried the option myself bc it'd probably mean skipping the Reason You Suck speech at the end (fire for speedrunners though) but I Love that you can frame your Phoneys in 3, especially so if you've already killed the previous two. Like yeah couldn't send you off to die so i'll let the goverment do it for me 🧸 like its just Peak evil imo.

[fragmentedblade]

Not to be a jingfu on main, but it's so cute that Jing Yuan thought of Fu Xuan with those jelly beans

[isekyaaa]

wld love to hear ur thoughts abt ur last post on true selves - @milkstore

It's really simple tbh? Basically people have this assumption that if they've never opened up to you, you can't ever know their "true face." They assume that the face that they show to the world is heavily divorced from their true self. Sure doesn't help when they act differently around different people, blah blah blah. To them, their masks are lies and their heart is truth. To be honest, I'm not sure I understand why these people think this way. Are not the different faces a person wears just different facets of their personality?

Regardless, I think because people operate under the assumption that the masks they show to the world aren't their true self, they assume they can't ever be known without their consent. It's a really ridiculous assumption tbh. It'd take a lot of conscious planning and decisions to truly create a persona that is completely unlike yourself. Like you'd literally have to be insane to do that.

In reality, people do not think much before making majority of their day to day decisions. Must you play a mental chess match to decide whether or not to greet your coworkers? Do you make conscious decisions to purchase food you dislike so nobody will know what you actually like? Do you have to physically and consciously move the muscles in your face to form a smile or a frown for every interaction? If these things do not take much conscious thought, then are you not acting true to your "true self?"

Then think about the things you consciously do or don't do. If someone disagrees with you but you don't argue back, does that not say something? If you tell jokes at work to get people to laugh, does that not reveal things? Even if these actions are not a part of your "true self," does not the fact you simply did them tell something about you?

This is just talking about actions. This doesn't even go into reactions. People assume that they are the best actors and can fool the world, but they are just fooling themselves. Initial reactions are hard to hide. True happiness and excitement is hard to fake. Feigned interest is quite easy to see. Stress, anger, and hurt are hard to gloss over. Are not emotions and the reasons for them very revealing for true selves?

And kinda going into my other post, you work from there. [Observation + observation] = intuitive observation. [Intuitive observation + intuitive observation] = mid-tier observation. Etc.

In my personal opinion, while intuitive observations are where the meat of everything is, that doesn't make simple observations less... intimate. For example, you observe a person doesn't eat many vegetables. You can rightfully assume they don't like vegetables. The very fact you noticed this means that you were paying attention to them. You know something about their true self.

[zenyuumi]

I hate it here

[thedarklyblue]

ughhhh

[anaalnathrakhs]

god i've seen a reel today and it was like, a woman hyping up her male friends, dressed to the nines for a wedding, like omg they look out of booktok, and the whole comments were dogpiling them like "booktok changed" and "discord mod meetup" and whatnot and it's. wow.

i think i'm kinda starting to understand why misogyny is still a prevailing problem in countries & cities & communities where women's rights by law are pretty good overall. like you have to accept at some point that sexism is not fed by men hating women, but by the upholding of some kind of unbridgeable gap between men and women, by the animosity and the "silly" fighting about who's better, and by judging people first and foremost over their gender. of course we're all in this cycle and it's up to each individual to learn to stop at any time they can, and it's not to blame misogyny as a whole on women as a whole being mean bitches or something, but also you can understand that if you're just collectively huge assholes to random men who've done nothing to you, especially by using things you tend to agree are nasty when done to women (mocking looks, interests, etc), you're just being misandrist and perpetuating the cycle.

i don't agree w this kind of whole gender-scaled talion law that some people try to argue is right, that women can abuse, hurt, etc, men, and it's only justice served (esp if it's literally just because it's abt a man, that didn't do anything particularly misogynistic), but also if you agree with it WHY are you surprised men do the same. why is it wrong, if it's cool for women to do it?

have we learned nothing from the hatfields and mccoys? from the capulets and the montagues? there's a goddamn my little pony episode to teach young children that revenge only perpetuates and escalates the conflict, maybe that's the level of kindness and critical thinking you should start back at.

[playfully-sadistic]

Time to break down some common sub phrases and what they're really wanting to tell you, baby doms! And don't worry, they'll absolutely deny this, but trust me... Their blushes are quite the confirmation.

"You have nice hands" meaning "I want your fingers in my mouth, in my hole(s), around my throat, bruising my waist, thighs, ass and chest, holding my hands together on my back or above my hand, and also used to slap me across my face :)"

"I like your voice" meaning "Please call me disgusting, degrading things while I'm on my knees for you, and also praise me and call me cute, endearing things, or threaten me or tell me what you wanna do to me, just fuck, please, don't stop talking."

"Make me" meaning "Please show me that you can handle me when I'm challenging your dominance, show me that you can shut me up when I'm being provocative and difficult and bratty, please, show me that you know how to make me feel owned and submissive, even when I act like I'm in charge. Show me you're in charge, remind me, remind me your worth my submission."

"You don't own me" meaning "Fuck, I'm begging you to show me that you own me, I need to be reminded, treat me like your property, yours yours yours yours."

*incoherent whiny noises* meaning that you're doing everything perfectly, keep it up, hehe, and don't ever think of stopping before they're a fully melted, whimpering mess.

"It hurts" meaning "This is turning me on so much, please, don't stop, please, keep hurting me."

"It's too much, please stop, this is so embarrassing" meaning "I love when you embarrass me, it makes me so horny, I love being made to feel needy and perverted by you, don't stop."

"Stop praising me like I'm a pet" meaning "Please praise me like I'm a pet - put me in ears and a tail, and a collar and a leash while you're at it."

"Gross, are you really into that?" meaning "That's so hot, fuck, I'm into it too."

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC De-Aged Triplets and Their Tired Single Sister

Jason has seen the four of them a couple of times in Crime Alley now. They looked like a family, what with similar facial features- err, actually, the kids looked like carbon copies of each other, but their mom/sister/aunt/cousin looked similar enough to be related to them by blood.

Normally, Jason didn't care for each and every family that moved into Crime Alley. Sure, he cared about all of them as a whole, but there were a lot of people, and he couldn't possibly get elbow deep in every life story he came across. So all he knew about them were three things: a) they were on the run from someone or something, b) they trusted each other and no one else, and c) apparently, they have made it their life goal to never make any kind of sense.

The list of shit they have gotten into included but was not limited to:

• one of the kids biting a gun. Not the hand of the attacker who was holding it, no, the actual gun. And he bit a piece of it clean off, which earned him - or her, actually, Jason knew one of the triplets was a girl but he couldn't tell them apart - a lecture from their... mom? sister? parental figure. The lecture was about how chewing metal does not help with iron deficiency.

• getting kidnapped and creeping out their kidnapper to the point of him returning the kids back home. A few witnesses said one of the kids was actually driving, sitting on the kidnappers lap behind the steering wheel and cheerfully commanding the man to speed up or brake. Their mom actually apologized to the kidnapper for the incident and offered him homemade cookies for his troubles. He ran away without them.

• driving a lady at the laundromat insane by repeatedly walking inside and climbing into one of the washing machines. They never got out of it, just one kid walking into the laundromat, climbing into washing machine, then another kid, looking exactly like the previous one, walking inside, climbing into the same washing machine, then another kid walking into the laundromat- well, you get the idea. The lady claimed she's seen at least five kids do that in a row, but when she looked into that washing machine, there was no one inside.

• casually falling out of windows. Or, better, walking out of them like they were doors, at any given opportunity. The witness - an old man who was helping their mom with groceries - said the mom did not care in the slightest, and when he asked her about it, obviously concerned, she just said, tired and exasperated, 'they like the feeling of free fall, don't worry, they'll come back in a minute'. Sure enough, they did, not a scratch on them. The family lived on the sixth floor.

• eating insane amounts of food. Jason personally witnesses their mom give them her wallet, telling the kids, 'eat until you're full', and promptly passing out on the table, her head on her arms. The kids then proceeded to eat four whole pizzas, three burgers each, then seven brownies and at least five cups of soda. What was interesting about it was not only the amount of food they ate but the way they never left their mom unattended, one of the kids always staying beside her sleeping figure as the other two went to order.

And now, all four of them were standing in front of him. Not Jason Todd him, but Red Hood him. And he was... confused.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I said, can you watch them for a few hours? Three, maybe four," the mom, Jazz as she introduced herself, was looking at him like it was he who was speaking nonsense, not her. Because asking a crime lord to watch three kids in the middle of the night is not something a sane person would do.

"Why?" He asks, bewildered, because what the fuck else is he supposed to say?

"I need to kill a man, and if they come with me, it will take three times longer," Jazz tells him. Is she saying the kids slow her down or what? Jason can admit he's never been this confused in his entire life.

"You could ask me to kill a man, while you stay with them, no?" He tries to reason, but the girl waves him off:

"No, that will take even longer. Besides, no offense, but you kill people to simply end their life, and I need that man to fucking stop existing forever."

What's the difference he almost wants to ask. But instead of that, he just sighs.

"Why me? I'm sure you could find a babysitter-"

"No babysitter will handle them. The last one told me they have been running laps on the ceiling, which is, actually, not that big of a deal. They are kids. Kids like running around," she huffs, and Jason suspects she is missing the point here, but okay. He gets why babysitters are not an option.

"You do understand what they can witness if they stay here?" He asks, as the last attempt to reason with the girl, but she just nods and leans down, making all the kids turn to her.

"Okay, you menaces, tell me what not to do while you're staying with Mr. Red Hood."

"No eating people," one kid starts.

"No driving people insane," the other one continues.

"No, um, stealing eyeballs," the third one finishes, and what the fuck are those ground rules? Is this girl a mother to eldrith horrors? That would explain some shit.

Jazz turns to him, "See? They're all good."

In what world is that good? Jason debates if he should start running now or when she leaves.

"Do they have names?" He asks instead. The girl nods:

"Danny." His surprise must be evident even through the mask because she sighs and points to each kid, "Diane, Daniel, Dante. Dani, Danny, and Dan. Actually, you know what, let's make this easier," she rummages through her bag and gets a marker out before gesturing to the kids, "Come here."

As they do, she proceeds to draw numbers 1, 2, and 3 on their foreheads. Then she nods to Hood and puts the marker away.

"Okay, that's better. Behave, you monsters, I'll be back soon!"

After she leaves, Jason looks down at the kids. They also look at him, eerie and unblinking.

Finally, one of them - number 2, Dani, if he is not mistaken - asks:

"Do you want teeth? We have a lot."

"She doesn't mean her teeth," number 1 clarifies, "She means other teeth."

...This is going to be some very long three hours.

[sakuravalelp]

The Dance Academy isn't a gang- DC X DP Prompt

Inspired by this prompt

Clockwork suggests to Danny, who's been the king of the infinite realms for 6 years now, that he should take sometime off in a mortal realm. He doesn't feel like going back to his own dimension (you choose the reason), so Clockwork suggest another dimension where he thinks Danny might have fun.

Danny investigates the dimension, and finds it is a dimension where some humans, who are called meta-humans, develop powers, mostly during their childhood. Danny knows how tiring and alienating it is to grow with powers that one have to hide. He wishes to give this kids a safe space to experiment with their powers, but not as a weapon, just as part of themself.

He chooses to create a dance academy, because dancing is something in which you use your body and express yourself. It would be an excellent way to encourage this kids to use their powers while enjoying themself. He decides to open the dance academy in Gotham, were it seems metas may feel more pressure to keep themself hidden. With his ability to see and feel the differences in soul it's easy to identify metas, so he starts scouting kids for the academy.

Of course convincing the kids that it's just a a dance academy that wants to create a save space for metas, instead is of a trafficking ring, is difficult. But once he gets the first couple kids in, slowly more come too.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Bruce is worried about the new possible meta gang that it's forming on Gotham, and sends Duke undercover.

It's hasn't been long since Duke joined the bats, and this is his first official undercover mission. He's excited at the start, feeling proud that he's been trusted with an independent job, but then he finds out that the "gang" it's just a dance academy. He's a little disappointed, thinking that this job is more of a probation thing than anything, since there isn't anything suspicious.

The bats tell him to stay in the dance academy, because maybe the dance thing is just a cover up and they'll reveal their real motives when he's actually accepted in the group. And Duke takes it as them wanting him to have a meta support system. See? He's learning to understand how the bats show love to each other!

Duke finds himself enjoying being in a dance group. It's a lot of fun. Danny it's fantastic, he has a lot of powers and isn't scare to show them. Which makes everyone in the group feel so much safer to use their own.

Danny encourages them to integrate their powers in their dance. It's freeing. Their powers are treated as a normal part of them, and not as this exotic ability that has to be controlled. It's such a safe space that all of them have gotten used to using their powers for day to day stuff when in the dance studio. It all feels so casual because no one bats an eye to it. There's no talk about how they should try to do things "normally," or limit their use of their power.

Danny: "Why would you? That's your normal, and this place is safe for you to just be you."

Duke realizes a bit late that the bats were actually suspicious of the group, and that his placement there wasn't really a probation. He's glad to know he was actually trusted with a job, but, he had really thought that every time they had asked about his day with the group was because they were interested in how he was doing. That they were showing love and interest in him in that evasive ways the bats did, and it kinda suck to know it wasn't the case. It also meant that he had to confront their family in their clear meta-discrimination.

"Would you have been so suspicious if it wasn't a meta group? No. Other than them all being metas there wasn't anything off. No proof of fights, no proof of robberies, no proof of trafficking, nothing.

There's no proof of anything other than a group of teens dancing, and you know that because you checked it out before sending me.

Like, I don't blame you for checking it, I'm not naive, but you were so sure it was a gang, just because they were metas. That's fucked up guys."

[medicinemane]

Hmm... I'm mad right now, and thanks to tumblr's search being ass I can't even fully say why

I just remember that bolton said some shit a few years back that really pissed me off... something along the lines of just brazening talking about organizing coups or something... like it was that level

Now, I reblogged the clip from the interview to be mad about it at the time, but searching for bolton on my blog... no hits

Couldn't even remember his name for a hot minute there, just thought "that asshole with the big mustache", but man... I wish I could literally just find and reblog the clip... I could probably track it down with a search engine, but then it wouldn't be easy to just reblog it, so I'd probably just end up summarizing it... and I'm too tired for that

Anyway, fuck john bolton and fuck the US government. I get fucking sick of the total lack of accountability those assholes have. Honestly a fair few of them should probably be on trial for war crimes, and we shouldn't protect them

Just hit with a sudden wave of being pissed off about this stuff, so there it is