#weird exercise but it was fun

[nelkcats]

Refuge

Danny was not retired, technically he came when people needed him, he helped or protected them as the case may be. It just turned out that over the years they stopped needing him.

And that was fine, it meant humanity could take care of itself, it meant they were safe. That was what had to matter, no matter that deep down, the halfa was hurt by the information.

It was harder to accept change when you weren't part of it. Danny was immortal, eternal, and powerful, things that no longer fit the world. Not with all the heroes and wizards running around, not with Amity Park fading away, becoming nothing more than a part of his memories.

He fit in perfectly in the Realms, sure, but he knew that if he stayed there too long he'd stop feeling human, and that was dangerous.

So, no, Danny wasn't retired. But he lived in a simple house in Metropolis, though sometimes he got tired of Superman being able to hear literally everything and moved to his house in Fawcett. He used to switch between the two houses frequently, not that it was difficult since he had figured out how to make portals.

He had a few friends, like the orphan boy who lived at the train station and Conner, a teenager who sometimes just needed a house to stay in when he couldn't stand his father.

Neither Conner nor Billy minded his age, which was comforting, although they both got curious when he visited the other house. Danny didn't know how to explain that Eternity Rock and Superman made him nervous if he stayed too long (he didn't like feeling watched), so he just shrugged and told them he had two houses.

Neither of the kids understood but they accepted it. They both had a habit of calling him "Uncle", Danny thought it was odd, given that his appearance wasn't exactly...adult, but it seemed they were comfortable with that, and he left them alone.

Apparently his house (occupied or not) had become a haven for them. Danny always greeted them with a sandwich, or cookies, even though he felt like a grandmother doing so. He smiled for the first time in years, feeling happy to fit into someone's life.

That's why it was quite disconcerting to find the Justice League outside his door asking him to join them. Danny chuckled internally, because the current heroes actually believed they could force him into something, but he accompanied them anyway.

Superboy and Captain Marvel scowled at the League as soon as they entered the Watchtower, when they were told they were bringing in a "dangerous individual" they didn't expect to see their unofficial uncle.

[garou-art]

⭐

A lil' angsty, mushy, something-or-other fan comic

Super quick and far from perfect, but this was fun to play with rough lines and colour coded text. I love Kingdom Hearts with my whole being, but boy, this was a fun challenge to write stunted and cheesy dialogue while trying to remain in-character.

Basically, I've been thinking a lot about how Riku had been such a prick growing up, and how despite changing his actions he hasn't ever truly apologized to the folks he hurt. I imagine that after his self-reflection and grievances, he would travel to each world to personally apologize. Also he has cuff earrings.

Also, I'm equal parts proud and ashamed, that the only references I needed were the collars of Riku's younger selves - everything else was from memory

[smile-files]

one of my favorite kinds of doodle: take the letters that spell out the name of a thing and use them to create the shape of that thing!!! (if you can't read any of these, they will be written out below <3)

going top down, left to right:

bone; butterfly; bee; joy; moth

kitty cat; snail; love; spongebob squarepants

eye; puppy dog; candy; wally darling; dolphin

hand; the element of kindness; lollypop; pencil

[anicehomicidaltree]

Compelled by Funky Kong painting for the fan art contest woooooo!!!

[chemblrish]

10 January 2024

Endless inorganic chem flashcards and today's lab: synthesizing copper(I) oxide :)

[nonbinary-octopus]

I understand rock/metal music now.

my previous experiences with them mostly amounted to "driver of this long car trip likes this band and is playing a lot of it too loud and I have a headache", so I was not much a fan.

But

I have just listened to a heavy metal cover of a song I like

And guys

It was so good

you could not have prevented me from moving enthusiastically to the beat if you tried.

just dancing happily, a mixture of stompy feet, hip swinging, head bobbing, and like. it's not exactly fist pumping but it is similar

these were the motions that were spontaneously evoked by this song

and I get it now

I really do

I understand the headbanging and the yelling along and all of it

fabulous.

[iceman-maverick]

"uncle mav + bradley over the years" fic

unmoored

Maverick, drifting in and out of his life. That’s what Bradley remembers most.

(Bradley and Maverick, in ten parts)

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my submission for the Insert Title Here 2024 collection :)

[j2zara]

I don’t want to go anywhere else I like it here. I like yall it’s so rare to feel any sense of community in fandom. I just always feel like I’m fucking up whenever I’m in discord it’s so overwhelming and I feel like I never say the right thing. My impulse is always the wrong one etc etc

[mixtapedoh]

the amazing, showstopping, incredible @musicallisto enables me daily <3333

for your consideration <3; you may now rest soundly in the knowledge that i am, in all things, correct.

[spotaus]

Boys, hold me to this one, I'm gonna make a Papyrus oc.

Not exactly a new idea, but I've been sleeping on Papyri since I joined this Fandom and I refuse to keep going. We (I) need more Papyruses with the dramatic Sans backstories without directly swapping a sans, and I shall provide at least One.

[ratinayellowbandana]

imodna prompt fill

from @hellsbells-emptynight: “Imogen didn't work things out with Laudna between the rock and Otahan. Like got friendlier but Laudna just construed it as keeping the team together. Right before she was stabbed she said, ‘I'm no one's favorite.’ Imogen is even more desperate to bring her back.”

Thank you for your reply! This was perfect for dusting off some old skills. I don’t think this is exactly the angst you were looking for, but I had fun with it, so I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Word Count: 1106

CW: canon-typical blood and violence 

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The moment Laudna falls, the world erupts in a sheet of white.

A scream rips from Imogen’s throat, raw and ragged, and the earth shatters.

I’m no one’s favorite.

The last thought to escape Laudna’s panicked mind before–

The ground races up to meet Imogen faster than she is prepared to catch herself. Sand bites into her palm, her elbow, and she hisses.

Blood pounds in her ears, a steady drum against whipping wind and the howl of her heart wrenched open.

Buildings crumble, boulders shake, and stone grinds against stone. Bricks tumble from high walls, and clay shingles clatter in a cacophony of percussion that forces Imogen to clamp her hands over her ears.

She screams again, and then–

Silence.

Red dust envelopes her like a storm cloud, settling over the landscape like a blanket. Through the haze, ruined homes jut from the sand like skeletal fingers reaching from the grave. Heaps of rubble settle, small chunks of rock tumbling, tumbling, to lie motionless in the sand. The earth calms with a groan like a mountain disturbed from slumber.

Imogen pants, breathless. Her lungs burn like ash, and she chokes weakly, coughing into the dry air.

Otohan is nowhere to be seen.

Laudna? She reaches out with her mind.

Silence.

She senses the familiar presence of Letters, Chetney, though only barely.

Laud? She tries again, heart rising to her throat, desperate, searching for a sign. A whisper. Anything.

Unstable feet prop Imogen upright as she blinks the white spots from her vision.

A piece of a demolished wall lies in the spot Laudna once stood, impaled by–

Imogen is running, stumbling, heaving across the remains of the road. Her knees smart as they make contact with the stone. Scarred hands move frantically, digging, clawing at the rubble. A fragment of broken glass embeds itself in her thumb.

“Laudna?” She is shouting, murmuring, wailing all at once. The name echoes, resonates in the hollow space of her joints, driving her onward.

“Please, Laud, please,” she mutters fiercely, “Hold on. Just hold on.”

Blood from a gash she did not know she had drips onto her forehead.

Vaguely, she registers another set of hands helping her dig.

Ashton?

A scrap of black cloth peeks between two hunks of stone.

“There,” she gasps, “There.”

She is frantic, she knows. Out of control. Dangerous.

And yet, she cannot bring herself to care. Not now, at least. Not when Laudna–

The ashen skin of a bony wrist is revealed, and Imogen sobs. Ashton works quickly, removing more and more bits of dried clay and rock until the dust uncovers her face, bruised and trickling with congealed ichor.

At best, Laudna is haunting in sleep. Eyes closed, lips opened slightly to reveal teeth just a bit too sharp. At worst, she rests with eyes open, glazed over in slumber, twin voids against pale gray. This is different. This is far, far worse.

Her neck is crooked at a terrible angle. Black eyes are closed, lashes coated in a layer of dust and grime. The tension in her brow has vanished, leaving behind smooth skin marred only by a cut along her hairline. She is still.

Imogen lunges, gingerly placing lighting-marked, unsteady hands against cool cheeks. She leans in, lowering her ear until she hovers just over Laudna’s parted lips.

“Please,” Imogen whispers, “C’mon, Laud.”

She waits. Long enough that even her friend’s sluggish lungs should have moved. Her chest should have risen, even incrementally. A hicough catches in Imogen’s ribs.

“Letters,” she shouts, “Letters! Over here!” Then, to Ashton, “Help me… help me move her.”

They comply wordlessly, delicately removing the remaining material.

“You’re gonna be okay,” Imogen murmurs into Laudna’s shoulder, “You’re gonna be okay.”

She has to be. Too much was left unsaid for her not to be.

Too many things Imogen had been too afraid to say for fear of upsetting the delicate balance that seemed to be struck between them.

She was foolish. She pulled away. The rush of frigid fury that overtook her when Laudna opened her fist aboard the Silver Sun overwhelmed her, blinded her from reason, and she had turned away. Turned her back on the woman she considered more of a home than Gelvaan ever was.

She lay alone in their cabin that night, curled on her side as tears rocked her. The frustration and grief and vitriol shook the bedposts, rattling against the wall as she wept.

The cruel words–the simple truth, so Imogen believed–she had let fall at Laudna’s feet like feathers. Like shards of a broken gem. An accusation that seems utterly meaningless now, with Laudna limp in Ashton’s arms.

Now, excavated from the ruin, Imogen can see the details of Laudna’s blouse. The embroidery she had done by hand on the road is stained, nearly hidden beneath the tatters of a hole in the fabric. Her chest is a dark mess of blood-like ichor, and Imogen has to look away.

“Is she your favorite?”

Imogen doubles over, landing on already bloodied hands and knees. She hardly registers the sting.

Your favorite.

Imogen had yielded. Conceded in with a cry, a broken plea.

Anything to keep Laudna safe, even as Imogen felt the flare of confusion rise from Laudna’s position near the wall.

Go, Laudna.

Then–

A blink. A sword. A scream.

Imogen’s fault. All of it. Not strong enough, not quick enough, not clever enough, not enough.

Her fault for being a coward without the bravery to confess her regret. For pulling away. For withholding.

For making Laudna think she was unwanted, unfavored, unloved.

For making Laudna die thinking she was unwanted, unfavored, unloved.

Imogen’s body feels as if her bones have turned to straw, and she buckles to her elbows.

“Shit, Imogen–look, she’s not gone. Grass’s gotta have something. Just–come on,” he nudges Imogen with the toe of his boot.

“She can’t die, Ashton,” Imogen manages. She can’t die; she can’t.

“Fuck, okay. Okay.”

Imogen takes a shaky breath as Ashton tenderly lays Laudna’s body in the sand.

“Fearne and Orym are down, too. We gotta–fuck. We’re gonna save them all. Okay? No one’s getting left behind,” they grit out. “Letters?”

Distantly, a conversation is held, but Imogen’s sole focus is the agonizingly still form beside her.

Her hands shake, and she tries to still them as she tenderly maneuvers Laudna’s wrists to rest neatly at her sides. Restless fingertips sweep clumped black strands behind gilded ears. Trembling lips press a kiss to an alabaster forehead.

“You’re gonna be alright, Laud,” Imogen whispers, “We’re gonna get you back. We need you.”

I need you.

Don’t leave me.

Please.

[bunnihearted]

goddess the body feels sooo good after a workout 🫠

[folkloregirlfriend]

why did i leave dance classes

[everybodyknows-everybodydies]

Dear Ma,

I made it to Morrowind! Not the part where Mournhold is, but there’s lots of stuff to see and I can get there eventually. I hope you’re not too mad about me getting in trouble, I’m REALLY sorry. (Don’t tell Dexion I said I’m sorry though because I’m not sorry at him and I think probably he should get lit on fire more often to build character. I promise he didn’t even get hurt he’s just a big baby and a s’wit. You can tell him I said that part.)

I saw they have a courier’s office in the place they dropped me off but they said I have to deliver a package for them before I can send anything myself. I think that’s a weird rule to have but probably Llaalam just forgot to tell me that’s how the mail works here. I don’t think it’s drugs because it looks like pretty official Imperial business but they did tell me to be really secretive and discreet about it.

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Don’t worry I’m not a drug runner!

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I think maybe I gave drugs to that old man.

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Ma,

They have guildhalls for the Mages Guild here too! I was going to tell them I haven’t gotten my recommendation letters from everywhere else, just the one in Chorrol, but the lady in charge here in Balmora was really nice and said I could help as an Associate! So I made a new friend and I’m helping her study mushrooms and flowers and stuff. There’s a lot of plants here we don’t have back home. I pressed one of the flowers we picked for you—I hope it stays nice in the mail. Ajira says this one’s called stoneflower. Do you think when I come home we could plant some in the garden?

Are you doing alright? Is someone helping you with the laundry and the dishes and the cooking? Is it someone nice? I hope it’s Helene. Remember you aren’t supposed to bend over because of your knees so don’t let her put the big pot under the sink. Ajira’s showing me how to use some of the plants we found to make this tingly salve that’s supposed to be good for joints, so when I come home I’ll make it for you.

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It’s me again, Ma,

I haven’t been sleeping well because

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I’m sleeping GREAT and you don’t need to worry at all about

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I am getting the normal kind of sleep and food and they’re letting me stay here in the guildhall while I’m helping Ajira. The food isn’t as good as yours. I’m trying to get this soup recipe from them though because I think you’d really like it if we used some of the spices from the mudhopper stew. Ranis said I have to be higher rank to learn guild secrets (this is a VERY good soup) so tomorrow I’m going to see what she says I have to do to get promoted to Apprentice.

The old guy I delivered the package to says he needs help with something too, and I feel bad because he doesn’t seem like he has any friends, but learning about all the flora has been keeping me pretty busy. I think maybe I’ll ask Ajira if she’d come with me to see what he needs help with. I have to make sure he told the courier’s office that I gave him his package anyway so I can send your letters.

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Dear Ma,

I know you said I probably wouldn’t ever be able to hear it but I think being closer to Black Marsh made something click? Sometimes I feel like somebody’s whispering even when I’m by myself

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I miss you. I’m sorry again.

Love,

Your Hallie

[stardestroyer81]

Upon finding myself in the midst of hyperfixating on Looney Tunes thanks to my bestie @shrimpuufriend, I noticed that there's a distinct lack of sheep characters throughout the series' multi-show run.

What say I fix that with a new S/I? 💙✨

[unproduciblesmackdown]

(genderly) chill as hell if i was only ever glimpsed / detected like this