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[ghostbsuter]

This is the fourth time damian brought the college student over.

Damian, despite being 14, has been accepted to a gifted school as he had already been taught in the most subjects one usually learns at a slower pace.

(He still gets a headache over the fact his son won't get a normal childhood.)

Which is how he befriended the 17 year old Daniel, an overworked and sleepdeprived college student, getting dragged along and following with no complaint.

Bruce is, even if he wanted damian to befriend someone more around his own age, very welcoming of the student.

Alfred made sure the boy took enough food with him home, always leaving the mansion at point 4 pm.

It really shouldn't have been surprising when Bruce Wayne, yes, THE Brucie Wayne, summoned him to his office.

Danny entered the room fidgeting, giving a nervous smile to the man behind the desk and questioning what he did wrong to offend the patriarch of the family.

(Lies and slander, we, the readers, are fully aware that Alfred is the patriarch.)

"Uh— hi, Mr. Wayne." He sat when gestured to the chair, shitting bricks with how nervous he's.

The man nods in greeting, smiling. "Hello Danny–"

"Please don't kill me!" The teen in question blurts out, flushing in embarrassment once registered.

Taken aback and startled, Bruce snorts, stifling laughter by putting a hand against his mouth.

Shit.

"I don't know what I did! Very sorry if I offended someone!" He rambles, panicking and waving his hands around.

"Danny—"

"I must have done something! Why else would you call me? Oh god– I'm gonna be murdered by THE Brucie Wayne!"

At this point, the rich guy in front of him is barely restraining himself from laughing, trying his best to stay professional.

"Danny–! I- I won't murder you." He reassured, eyes crinkling from smiling.

"But–" he sniffs, both embarrassed and teary.

"I'm not gonna— danny." Bruce sighs, which sounds a lot like a choke, really. "Look, I just wanted a 1-on-1 talk with you about your friendship with damian and some concerns."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh."

Danny sighs in relief at this. "I can do some good old interrogation–" "it's not an interrogation–" "totally interrogation."

He huffs lightly, getting comfortable in his chair and preparing himself mentally.

"Alright Mr. Wayne! Shoot me!"

(Was that a pun? A joke to murder? Really?)

The man clears his throat, straightens his back and looks serious as he was before the accusations of murder.

"What are your intentions with damian and why become friends in the first place?"

Blinking, the teen brightens. "Oh, that's easy! Damian needs a friend. We just kinda clicked after I scared away a few pesky bullies."

Then he shrugs. "Besides, it's great training."

"Training?" Bruce asks, curious, tone light in the way that shows he's very interested.

"Yes. Despite his badly hidden murderous tendencies, love for knives, and slight lack of slang language and knowledge, he's still a kid." He nods.

"A young teen that goes through teen stuff that I barely remember going through and now get to relearn will be handy once Ellie becomes a teenager herself."

Batman was filing the information away, but Bruce kept going.

"Ellie?" He questions.

"My daughter– has damian not mentioned her? We always leave around 4 to get her from my sister. Sometimes, dami stays over for a few hours!"

Ah. Well. Seems like Alfred will have to make more food for the teen now.

"Would you like to stay for dinner today?" He asks, "Bring your daughter too. We won't mind you joining us." smiling and already planning for the new adjustments to make.

"On another note, what are your and your daughters preferences? Any allergies?"

Danny didn't even agree yet, not that he was gonna— mind you.

"No allergies, soft foods only, easy to eat." He answers, listing the stuff from the top of his head.

In a whirlwind of– of planning dinner?? Danny is out of the door and wide eyed.

"What just happened?"

(On the other side, Bruce face-palms, having forgotten to ask what age Ellie is. Damn in Bruce.)

—

On the fifth visit, Danny stayed for dinner.

Damian must know the age, for there are bowls with freshly cut fruits, yoghurt, and rice mixed with veggies and chicken.

On that note, where is damian?

Dick meets his eyes, asking the same quetsion with a look.

Just as Bruce was gonna ask, the door opened, and the cutest picture to ever exist was created.

(Dick RIPPED his phone out of his pocket, swiping a picture of the scene as fast as possible.)

Steph can't hold back the coos at the sight of Damian walking with a toddler into the dining room, her tiny feet propped up on his and in hand together.

She's wearing a Robin onesie and he is wearing his (stolen) Nightwing hoodie.

"Sorry, hope we aren't late!" Danny waves with a grin from behind the pair.

"You aren't, just perfect, in fact." Bruce reassures, waving the teens over to the free seats.

Damian leads the two to his seat, making sure they're next to him.

The conversation during dinner is one spoken fondly, Cass likes to make Ellie laugh with silly faces, Duke and Steph "secretly" feed her tiny pieces of strawberry and Dick is in a rather passionate discussion with both Tim and Danny.

Damian, once he makes sure no one is watching him, wipes the mess from Ellies face.

(Bruce was watching, looking away once damians face snapped to him. He wasn't aware his youngest had such a soft spot for toddlers.)

(It takes a while, but Danny and Ellie become family like every other person, while having not slept over yet, Alfred already has prepared a room for the two in the Family wing.)

(It's barely a week after that everyone bought and gifted him onesie's of their hero personas, with the excuse of them being the gotham vigilantes when questioned. After all, the Robin can't be a one man team.)

—

The Nightwing and his Robin.

[luciuscaelus]

Ody Does Math

“Good morning, teacher.” sang the kids, faces radiating vitality.

Indeed, it was a good morning. You can hear the larks chanting in the forest, oak leaves whispering secrets of the wind, and see the open fields bathing in the blazing sunlight casted by Lord Helios. Every bit of this scenery was calling for your attention.

But now is not the right time for that. Commented Athena, in her mind. Now is the time for their math class, and none of them can escape this fact.

So she simply nodded to their greeting. So far so good. She gave a quick glance around the classroom. Odysseus, her favorite student, seemed rather eager for the class. He’s doing good as always, Athena thought. Eurylochus, on the other hand, seemed quite unsettled. Curious. Is it because of his homework? Athena wondered. And as she set her eyes on the next student, she called:

“What are you doing there, Mr. Polites?”

She could see his panic alright. But soon as Polites reclaimed himself she heard him say: “Sorry, Ms. Athena. I was just trying to pack this bag real quick.”

“What for?”

“Er, Ms. Athena…I don’t suppose this is the right place to say—”

“What for, Mr. Polites?”

He sighed. “It’s for a friend of mine, really. Today’s his birthday.”

As he finished, Athena caught a glimpse of the mild blush on Odysseus’s face. It wasn’t hard to figure out what exactly was happening here, but she merely said:

“Well, in that case, I might as well congratulate this friend of yours with a ‘happy birthday’. Hope he gets to be a valiant warrior, a warrior of the mind. And yes, you may sit down, Mr. Polites.”

As everybody settled on their seats, Athena quickly chalked a line of Greek on the blackboard. It reads: ΣΤΟΙΧΕΙΑ ΓΕΩΜΕΤΡΙΚΑ (Elements of Geometry). As soon as she finished, she said:

“Welcome to today’s math class, everyone. We’ll begin with a discussion on a simple problem in your textbook. Now, please turn to page 43, and evaluate the problem quickly. I’ll ask for your ideas in a few minutes.”

It’s not hard. Thought Odysseus. Just some simple geometry. You draw a perpendicular BC at point B with half the length of AB, and…

“Mr. Eurylochus, if you may?”

Eurylochus’s hesitation was all written on his face. And his silence was loud enough to speak for his cluelessness. I should help him. However, it’s not my turn. Thought Odysseus.

Athena apparently noticed something. “Mr. Odysseus, if you may?”

“Yes ma’am. You need to draw a perpendicular BC…now we have an auxiliary right triangle ABC, right? Draw an arc with center C and radius BC intersecting the hypotenuse at a point D. Then draw an arc with center A and radius AD intersecting AB at a point, say E. Now E should be the golden ratio point.”

“Good job. Now prove it.”

”Prove it?” now it was Odysseus’s turn to hesitate, but he hoped that he didn’t show it. However, Athena was quick to pick up something…else. “Well,” he started, “all I gotta do is…huh, what’s this bag for?”

A look at Polites was sufficient to explain everything.

“Mr. Polites! You seem quite eager to hand the present out, I see. Why don’t you give Mr. Odysseus a hand, by proving this point E to be the golden ratio point as he claims?”

Polites was eager, alright. He stood up swiftly, and said, “May I have a chalk, Ms. Athena?” After a moment Polites finished the proof on the chalkboard, saving the day. Then Athena complimented both Polites and Odysseus, and the class moved on.

But Eurylochus was uncomfortable with the compliment that Odysseus had received. Geometry is his strong point alright, thought Eurylochus, but let’s just wait till we get to arithmetics.

…

And soon they got to arithmetics. But there were only 10 minutes left for the class. So Athena decided to give a little quiz.

“I have a challenge, a test of skills.” said Athena, “the problem is, are you all ready for it?”

All nods. Ok. “Then let us begin by introducing a geographic fact. This is Troy, 600 miles away from us if you travel by sea. Now suppose that a ship travels at a speed of 5.755 miles per hour without the wind, and it is heading from Troy to Ithaca in full speed, and when it is 2.8 miles away from Ithaca it takes a turn to Temesa, sailing through 290 miles in total, and from there to Aeaea 158 miles away. Suppose the ship sails in a uniform speed, without any wind. How long does it take in total?”

Odysseus could see their expressions clearly. He could see Eurylochus busy doing the calculations, which wasn’t a surprise at all since he was so good at it. I could use a good right-hand man like him. Odysseus thought. And let’s see how Polites is doing. He seems to be struggling with it, which is not a good sign…

But what are you doing, Odysseus?

He had no idea. To be honest he haven’t even figured out how a decimal point works, but he’ll do it anyway, after all he’s a warrior of the mind! What do those miles add up to? 420? 420 divided by 5.755 is…730, right? Wait that 730 looks so familiar…isn’t that twice as long as 365 days? My goddess, that’s a really long time!

“Mr. Odysseus, what’s your answer?” From afar, he could hear Athena calling to him. But this time, there is no more hesitation. He had found his confidence. He knew his result to be true, though somehow he doubted the validity. But he’s gonna answer it anyway, knowing that had it been wrong, the fault was not his at all, but Athena’s. She provided the data, didn’t she? So nothing can go wrong. Just you chill, just you stand, just you answer.

”Ma’am…it’s two long years.”

[spadesmain]

Hey guys sorry for being inactive AGAIN I’m starting to get a little more tired out than usual just like before ;(

( here are some sketches to make up for it )

[insomniaticvoids]

I love horror games they are high key a core part of my existence and artistic inspiration. And as such it does mean I an unsettled by werid things not really average stuff. It's kind of hard to be scared of many normal things working customer service and also having the habit of breaking stuff down cause Ohoho lore moment.

Grotesque doesn't mean scary, features or startlement doesn't equate to scary. It's association for one person a thing can be terrifying while another well boring.

It's I think a reason why Japanese visual horror novels work so well is that they don't rely on purely apperence of things to make someone scared. There's more to it. It's not just jumpscares but a slow or quick imposing dread and stakes placed and given to you the player. That being said that is probably the reason beside ohoho story and design that I adore Shiin/Death mark. Yep always comes back to this series.

Like I do not equate scary monsters with fear but the designs and love of details and story written and designed is a bit to good that I have to make sure to not be in a can have psychosis go nuts cause the game is a bit to good at design my brain goes ah here let's do this in real life. There's a level of skill to making designs so fearful that they stick in your brain long after you play a game. It has to stand out and man Death Mark actually nails that.

[multicharablack]

To everyone that uses my Character AI rottmnt bots (if you do recognize me first)….How are my bots doing?

[cosmicdreamgrl]

rule: post the first 10 songs that appear on your 'on repeat' playlist

(saw @cordiallyfuturedwight's post and decided to do this since it looked fun 😊)

I Haven't Seen You In Forever by Valley

Grl Gvng by XG

See You Later by The Band Camino

Watch by Maisie Peters

Eve Psyche & The Bluebeard's Wife by Le sserafim

Need Somebody by Emily Vaughn

Blame by The Maine

#menow by fromis_9

Take Two by BTS

Waiting Game by Banks

tagging: @raplinenthusiasts @summerwave @btscontentenjoyer @aprylynn @lotus-flower-bloomed-again @glowunderthemoon & @fireworksgalaxy but no pressure as always :)

[cistematicchaos]

I love how I spent years being absurdly light sensitive with chronic migraines and other symptoms (still am) and eye-doctors would just look at me and be like, “Yeah, that happens with some people. Have you tried...sunglasses?” 

💀 And it only got worse once they found my dad and mom have trouble with light-sensitivity as well. I had one legit just tell me, “Yeah, that’s probably from your parents. There’s no point trying to fix it if it’s genetics. Sunglasses are your best bet.”

Like, none of these people even suggested pain killers or going to see a specialist. They were just like “that’s unfortunate” and it’s only YEARS LATER I found out light sensitivity is generally a symptom of something and also, oh yeah, there are pain meds and I should’ve been sent to a doctor for my migraines years ago. Like...Sunglasses were the best they could do? Really??? 

[kingdedededroolingwhileeating]

Mysterious Puddle Underneath my Fish Tank u Better Just Be a Mysterious Puddle Underneath My Fish Tank and Nothing Else!!

[nomaishuttle]

the way i balance staying true to my tumblrina nature while also having a job and bills and rent is that at work while cleaning a room ill think of something id like to post and then repeat it over and over in my head and refine it until it sounds right and then i either post it as soon as i get a second to Or i forget it bc i think of anew post to make. and they always get 0 notes but its ok

[queeringthemaphighlights]

I grew up poor and gay in this town. I don't have any fond memories or romantic stories to share, but wanted to share something I wish I could say to the gay child I was in the hope that it may help a queer kid or two who are growing up here. Until you leave for college, everyone in your life will teach you to hate yourself for being gay. And you will. The worst years of your life will be spent here believing what people say about anything different being unacceptable. You'll spend years and years hiding in the closet, scared of being found out, and wishing you were the same as everyone around you. You will eventually come to be so happy you were born gay in BC and into this environment. The hostility toward queer people shown to you while living here, and the total lack of safety you experience even at home, becomes the motivation to get out. You will educate yourself out of poverty, take jobs in big cities, travel extensively, and make so many friends who appreciate that we're not all the same. You will eventually be happy, partnered, a pet parent, financially secure, and after some therapy, totally at home in your queerness."

- Battle Creek, Michigan

[llitchilitchi]

Monarch restoration au prompt/s: are you gonna do anything with dream's tendency to throw himself in lava/ hurt himself that he developed in the prison?

Alternatively cause I know that can be a tough subject: how's George's relationship with XD going to play in the relationship dynamics? You've spoken about it before in how george is still space-y and in his own world, but how far are you going to explore?

I'm just gonna do a q for all three of the dteam: where is Karl? Is he off time traveling or does he know about dream? Is Sapnap trying to focus on Karl to distract himself from dealing with Dream being back in his life?

anon thank you for kicking my butt into working on another comic with this one :D

let's go in order!

dream still hurts himself, be it intentionally or not. he does have a habit of picking at his skin, or toying with flames of candles, and I hope I get to incorporate this into other comics where while it may not be the main focus, it will be something he does almost absent-mindedly. so far I think this comic somewhat shows just how easy it is for him to hurt himself. (though I'm sure I always depict him digging his nails into his arms in distress, like here). no plans for lava yet, sadly, though that might show up in the tribunal arc

I won't be talking too much about George cause a) I don't have as much for dxd for this au, not yet at least b) the next longer comic should include him, as voted by twitter (shameless plug follow me on twitter to get teasers and vote on future comics)

so far, Karl is just... not there. yeah, sure, let's pretend he's off time travelling! the best bet here is that due to his faulty memory, he doesn't remember Dream as the big bad and while Dream is recovering, George and Sapnap can lovingly gaslight him into believing that Dream deserves help. or maybe he fully believes it. I don't think Karl has ever expressed any opinions on Dream in general, and the last time they truly interacted was during dethronement, but if Sapnap and George want him back, then surely he deserves to stay in Kinoko and heal, and Karl can just not mention him to anyone, right? He barely leaves the kingdom for the mainlands after all...

[finexbright]

moving to the UK has made me develop an irrational fear of ordering take out

[bookwyrminspiration]

The Alchemyst // The Necromancer

thinking thoughts about this rn so don’t mind me sharing. very curious and also entirely expected turn of events

[sonar-taxlaw]

here's some thoughts on transit:

i don't have a car and haven't used a car in my regular day to day since i moved about a year ago. i love not having a car and it's great that i live in a place where i can survive without one but it's still not convenient, even in a place where a car isn't strictly necessary. like, this is the bare minimum in terms of a place that's livable without a car and here was what my transit looked like:

monday: -walk to commuter rail -take rail to work station -take bus from work station -take bus back to work station -take rail back to home station -walk home.

tuesday: -walk to the bus station -take the bus to the dmv to get my id updated -walk from the dmv to get lunch -walk from lunch to the bus -take the bus to the train -take the train to a hub station [CAR TRANSPORT TO FRIEND'S HOUSE] -walk from friend's house to dinner -walk back to friend's house. wednesday: [CAR TRANSPORT TO TRAIN STATION] -take subway to commuter rail -take commuter rail to my stop -walk home.

thursday: -walk to bus -take bus to thrift store -take bus to second thrift store -take bus to food -walk home from food. friday: -walk to commuter rail -take commuter rail to subway -take subway to tram -take tram to hub area -walk to lunch -walk to activities -walk back to tram -take tram to a place near bookstores -walk to bookstores -walk back to subway -take subway back to commuter rail -take commuter rail back to my stop -walk home.

saturday: -didn't have any errands so i stayed home.

sunday: -walked to craft store -walked from craft store to get groceries -walked from grocery store to home.

which was in total about 20 miles of walking, about 30 dollars in transit fares (not counting the cost of my monthly pass for my local bus and transit to and from work which is about 75 dollars), more than 9 hours of time on transit, and almost getting hit by a driver who wasn't paying attention once.

absolutely not doable for everybody! i had time! it was my week off! i got a ride from a friend instead of taking another hour on public transit on tuesday and a ride to their close by subway station! i can carry groceries .5 miles and walk in the heat! i have the money to pay for a monthly pass and extra for trips outside my normal zone!

we need more, better, cheaper public transit so much.

[abluescarfonwaston]

Kotetsu: *getting lectured by the teacher for being late Again* ...

Tomoes friends: i don't get it Tomoe why do you like him? Did you see him rescue a cat in the rain or something?

Tomoe who's seen him run into a burning building for her, spent an hour looking for a kids parents at the festival with him, and jump in the storm drain for a kids hat: Something like that.

[void-chara]

ok well i need to go to be d now. hopefully no one does anything too silly while im sleeping