#[[ he is Trying ]]

[the-barefoot-hatter]

pediatricians are hard to find.

you aren't broken and other important things a triangle needs to hear

[confessedlyfannish]

Writing Prompt #14

"You foolish, stupid child," Vlad hisses, pinning Danny to the wall. Danny's eyes turn green as he wraps both his fists around the one Vlad has clenched in his collar, his feet dangling in the air. Vlad leans in, his own eyes burning red.

"When, exactly, did you plan on telling me your biological father was Bruce Wayne?" he says furiously.

Danny's hands drop in surprise. "W-What?" he gasps.

Vlad drops him unceremoniously and he lands on the floor in a heap. Vlad claws at the air in frustration.

"Don't lie to me, boy." Vlad says, omitting his often used possessive "my" in front of "boy".

"How do you know that?" Danny asks warily, propping himself up. He watches Vlad push a shaking hand through his hair. The man looks down at him before dropping in an ungainly squat beside him.

"Of all the sperm donors, Bruce Wayne, Daniel? Really?" The man asks, despairingly.

"I didn't exactly choose him, Vlad."

"No, I suppose you didn't."

"Seriously," Danny says, watching the man rock back on his heels as a growing pit forms in his stomach. "How did you know about him?"

Vlad's mouth twists bitterly. "Because he now knows about you."

"What do you—"

"Vladdy! Danno! What are the two of you doing on the floor?" Jack flops down beside them, a tray of freshly prepared fudge in his hands. "We having a heart-to-heart boys? Let me in on this!"

"Jack," Vlad says. "If you truly want to have a heart-to-heart with your son, I suggest you tell him the real reason I've come over today."

Jack's face falls.

"Vlad," Maddie says from behind him. "Thank you for coming. We're grateful for all you've done, but I think we can handle it from here."

"Madeline," Vlad says, rushing to his feet. "I must insist—"

"And I must insist you see yourself out," Maddie smiles tightly. "You know where the door is, don't you?"

"Mads," Jack says gently, looking between the two.

"I can show him out," Danny says, getting up as well.

"That's alright, Danny," Maddie says. "Why don't you go get your sister? We need to have a talk...as a family."

Danny glances at Vlad.

"Now, Danny," Maddie says. Danny heads for the stairs, pit growing ever larger.

--

The next time they meet it is Danny who has Vlad pinned, the gaudy chandelier above him shaking with the force of his rage.

"You should've told me," Danny growls.

"I thought your parents had you informed," Vlad says, utterly unbothered by the teen cracking what is thankfully not a load-bearing wall of his mansion. "Honestly Daniel, we could throw around allegations of deception on both sides, particularly mine as I assume you've known for quite some time now, if not the entire time, about your father hmm?"

Danny's eyes flick away in an obvious tell.

"Yes, I thought as much. But rather than whinging about being blindsided, I suggest we focus our energy on the solution."

Danny drops Vlad, barely biting back a snarl when the man lands gracefully on both feet.

"Which is?" Danny asks.

"First of all, your well-meaning but frankly moronic parents seem to believe that they can make a case for your custody without the assistance of my legal team. It is in both of our best interests to dissuade them of this."

"They don't like feeling indebted, Mom in particular."

"Well, to be crude for a moment Daniel, tough shit. Yes," Vlad says in response to Danny's widening eyes, "I said it. Bruce Wayne has the best of the best on his payroll and your parent's rinky-dink attorney from the local practice won't stand a chance against Friedman & Sons. Especially once he establishes paternity."

"He can do that?" Danny asks. "I mean I'm almost eighteen, can't I just refuse?"

"The keyword here, Daniel, is almost. As in, you are not. The judge can take your wishes into consideration, but I suspect Wayne will make a case for an unsafe living environment alongside his paternity to win his petition for full custody."

"Un-unsafe living environment?" Danny sputters. Vlad eyes the boy dryly before gesturing to all of him, currently clad in silver and black hazmat. Danny drops the transformation with a wince.

"In fact, I suspect that's the main reason the man filed in the first place," Vlad continues. "Lord knows he doesn't need anymore heirs to fight over his fortune once he passes—"

"Jesus, Vlad,"

"—so I believe he did some digging and found your home to be, well, wanting. On paper, Daniel, your parents sound eccentric at best, dangerous at worst. Pull the right strings, and hospital records just fall into laps. He probably thinks he's rescuing you." Vlad sneers. "If only he knew how quick you are to spit in the face of one offering you a comfortable and wealthy home."

"Fuck off," Danny says. "Is that what this is about? If you can't have me, no one can?"

Vlad rolls his eyes. "Come now, Daniel. Are you really intending to keep up this pretense?"

"What are you talking about?"

"We agreed a long time ago that no matter the nature of our quarrel, we would leave the Justice League out of it," Vlad says, taking a menacing step forward. "You think I, running in the circles I do, would have no knowledge of Bruce Wayne's alter-ego?" He takes another step, voice rising. "I have avoided drawing The Batman's attention for years, no matter how often our paths crossed. I stayed under his radar for decades, and now, BECAUSE OF YOU, I AM ABOUT TO BE RUINED."

With a creak and a groan, the chandelier drops, landing between them with a crash. Danny coughs from the dust as Vlad takes a heaving, calming breath.

"Then why get involved at all?" Danny asks, staring at the ground.

Vlad sighs, clapping his hands twice. Several ghosts dressed in service uniforms fly out the woodwork, gathering up bits of chandelier as others begin to mop.

"Because, little badger," Vlad says, walking away from the mess. "If we lose this, he'll have you in the palm of his hands. Which is infinitely worse."

Entering the kitchen, he pulls an open bottle of white out of the kitchen fridge and pours himself a glass, throwing a Fiji water to Danny who takes it for the peace offering it is.

"He won't."

"Won't what, Daniel? Please speak in full sentences."

"Won't have me," Danny says, letting a thin coat of frost spread over the bottle. He tips the freezing cold water into his mouth and wipes his face with his sleeve, mostly to see Vlad grimace.

"Why, because you'll run away if he wins? Until you turn eighteen? I won't have you fail to complete your education because of a cockamamie scheme, Daniel—"

"Because I have a solution, Vlad, one that doesn't involve the courts or running away."

"And what is that, exactly, Daniel?"

--

"You're going to leave my family alone."

"Danny," Mr. Wayne says, blinking in surprise at the boy on his doorstep and miles away from Illinois.

"I mean it," Danny says firmly. "You're going to drop your petition and whatever smear campaign you were planning on and leave the Fentons alone."

"Danny...why don't you come inside?"

Danny takes a step back from the manor's large doors. "You want a relationship with me? Brute force isn't the answer."

Bruce takes in the teenager, lanky but almost to his eye level. His eyes are clear and sharp, his demeanor forcibly calm.

"I debated whether going through the court was the right thing to do," Bruce says slowly, matching calm with calm. "But I wanted to be above board."

"Because my adoption wasn't?" Danny says, arms crossed. "Yeah, I'm aware. Kinda hard to adopt a kid that doesn't legally exist. And I know what you're going to say, the Fentons should've reported me to the system, but they didn't do it because I begged them not to. Because I didn't want my biological parents to find me."

"Danny..."

"You can swing your dick around and get your way, exactly the way I thought you would do things," Danny says, "Or you can have a relationship with me on my terms. A relationship where I don't despise you because you took me away from the people who've loved me no matter their faults."

"You're asking me to choose your happiness over your safety." Bruce says carefully.

"That's bullshit," Danny says. "I had a lab accident when I was fourteen and went directly against my parents' instructions. They trusted me, and I made a mistake."

"It's not a matter of trust. You were a child, Danny, and you almost died." Bruce says, not bothering to feign ignorance. Footsteps echo behind him.

"Bruce?" A voice calls. "Is that..?"

"Your son did die," Danny says. "He took a flight with your credit card to Ethiopia and got blown up. I bet you trusted him too."

Bruce reels back as a hand lands on his shoulder, the other on the door.

"Whoa, whoa, uh, Danny, right? I'm Tim, I'm—"

"I know who you are," Danny says, clenching his fists. Powering through the hurt he is causing. "I didn't come here to point out what a total hypocrite you are. I just want you to back off. And if you give me your number, we can text and I'll come to Gotham for Thanksgiving or the ski chalet in Vermont or your villa in where-the-fuck-ever and you can be Uncle Bruce that I maybe even tolerate being around once in a while. Just leave my family alone."

"Bruce, what is he talking about?" Tim asks. "Back off of what?"

"Your Dad is suing my parents for full custody," Danny says when it becomes clear Bruce isn't answering.

"What?" Tim hisses, turning to Bruce. "That isn't what we talked about!"

"Danny. I..."

"Here," Danny says, thrusting an index card forward that he's scrawled his phone number and email onto. On the other side is the past participle conjugation for 'venir'. "I won't answer until you drop the custody petition. Which I expect you to do by tomorrow morning."

"Done," Tim says, stepping past Bruce and taking the card. "Give me about noon to get it all squared away with the lawyers. Do you have a hotel? A way home? I'd be happy to reimburse your flight and accommodation."

"Overstepping already."

"Fair enough," Tim says coolly, raising his hands. "Our lawyers will reach out when it's settled."

"Great. Bye." Danny says, turning to leave. He waits until he hears the manor door close behind him before pulling out his cell phone.

Ring!

Ring!

"Hello?"

"It's done."

"What's done? Again, little badger, full sentences, I beg of you."

[tare-anime]

One thing that I like about sxf is that despite being a shonen (with not a teenager protagonist), Endo makes Twilight hot and very capable, but at the same time, make it hard for fans to give him harem.

Like, Endo does create lots of awesome women, but it is clear that Twilight has no (romantic) interest at them at all.

Karen?

Twilight didn't even bat an eye. Dumped her just like that

Nightfall?

Twilight clearly never see her more than colleague and mentee. He even despise the idea of their cover story as married couple

How about older woman? Handler??

Twilight clearly afraid respects her as older sister boss and mentor. And that's that.

The City Hall women who swoon at him?

Twilight imagine them as evil and despicable.

The only woman who can make him making lots of expressions, such as:

Devastated and confused

Flustered

Melancholic

Proud

Lovestruck Skipping a heartbeat

And truly smile

Is just Yor.

Love it 🥰

[messymoonmad]

Father Zeus, im a trans guy on my period and I’m dying, am I going to get pampered or told to suck it up

(Yes)

Zeus : >:( suck it up! men don't cry, dont be a pussy now *hurries to get you warm blankets and 20 different types of pads and hugs and cradles you like a baby*

(The answer is toughlove)

Zeus : can you take the pain LIKE A MAN or should I call Apollo ?

[divine0rdainment]

Adam: So if we are dating... Does that technically make me Charlie's step dad?

Lucifer: Well, no, we aren't married yet-

Adam, not listening: Charlie, to start I want you to know I'm not trying to take your dad away. Or become your mother...cuz she's a bitch.

Charlie:...

Adam: *grabs her shoulder* And one day, I hope you and I will become close... Close enough to call eachother family... Also give me back my fucking Axe. If you don't, I'm gonna ground you.

Charlie: No.

Adam: Damn it!

[affableramen]

@ pants when tartaglia listens to zhongli’s osmanthus wine instead of his economical brainwashing

[flowerscentedartist]

Horror: Kill him I'm the real Horror!

Other Horror: No! I'm the real Horror!

Cross: Who do we kill?

Killer: I don't know man.

Dust: I have an idea

Dust: Hey Horror, spell banana!

Other Horror: B-A-N-A-N-A!

Dust kills other Horror

Cross: WHAT? BUT THAT IS HOW YOU SPELL BANANA!

Dust: I know. But Horror dosen't.

Horror: B-A- uhhhhhh N-......N-A-N-A-N-A-A?

Horror:

Horror: Huh? What happens to that guy?

[eidolons-stuff]

Wednesday: "What is taking Xavier so long?"

Thing: *signs* "Who cares! We need to get ready!"

[priapussdick]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???

[daisybell17]

Fourth if July — Loki [song fic] {PART 3}

(warning: death‼️)

Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head Was it all a disguise, like Junior High

Years had gone by since your passing and while Loki wasn’t the same God he once was, he’s living out the simple life. He no longer visited your grave as frequently as he did, which he had forced himself to do, he knew that if he kept wallowing at your grave every other day, it would drain him of life too, which he knows you wouldn’t have wanted.

So as life went on he packed up the house you both built your life on and sold it off, it felt wrong for Loki to live in the walls and room you no longer filled with life, and every corner of that lovely place only brought a sharp pain to his heart, knowing that those moments of love are now but memories in his heart.

Moving into a new cottage just outside Asgard, Loki had built himself his own little life. He had an alter dedicated to you and planted flowers that would blossom in a beautiful garden, all for you.

Besides his princely duties, he started taking care of stray animals. He used to watch you take in all sorts of creatures and it only felt right by him to do as such. Now he truly understood the “why’s” of you and it only made him fall deeper.

Despite all this, he always found himself seeing you in everything he did, almost like you were disguised within the walls, just a moments glance from Loki’s perception. It reminded Loki about how you both were in your early 20s, playing all sorts of silly games and pranking each other every second you got…Oh how he wishes you were here, but alas, you haunted the mind of the mischievous God, disguised to seem real in walls you never entered.

This realisation made Loki breakdown on a random Wednesday morning.

Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction

There was one day Loki had come to visit your grave with a scrapbook in hand. He sat in front of the moss covered stone and held the scrapbook up “I made this for you…it’s been 8 years since you left me my darling…I brought a gift for you”

He opened the scrapbook and faced the pages to your stone “I gathered everything I have learned in the 8 years since your passing…It’s been a long time my Love.” He opens a folded letter, revealing a long paper filled with inked remarks “This was the letter I wrote on the one year anniversary of your passing…”I wish you were here, I wish I was with you. There have been nights where I created false realities in my head, just so I can pretend to have you alive and with me again…I slowly realised that I could dwell in this fictional fantasy forever…or I could change my life, do something right by you…and I’m trying…I really am…I just wish you were here to see that your light shines brighter, even when you’re not with me…I miss you each day my Love, and I will miss you forever…but I must leave fiction and build another future…Please forgive me for moving on so quick, but I know you never wanted me to be dwelling in pain for so long…Missing you does not pain me, it allows me to always be reminded of the person who changed my life, who changed their own life, and everything we built - L.L” It was quite a letter hm?” He looks up at your grave, allowing for silence to fill in as he imagines your response.

He continued to flip each page, reading another letter or showing an old picture or miniature gift you had made, the scrapbook is beautiful, Loki knew that if you could hold it, you would read and admire each page for hours.

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(a/n): hello! i wanted to get a part 3 out so here you go!! will definitely follow up with a part 4 and lokius HAPPY headcanons! hope you enjoy thus short update!

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TAGS: @ladychota @scoliobean

[frasermints]

WHY IS ILYA SAMSONOV BEING FORCED TO DO HIS JOB!! FUCK ALL OF YOU!!

[castieldelamancha]

dean writes silly little poems in his head about cas' eyes but the thing is he's an awful poet so they all sound like "your eyes are so blue like...like that cool mustang i drove past a couple weeks ago...and that doesn't even rhyme"

[crimson-door]

okay so q!Forever and Richas are now cooking a way of kinda doing what q!Bad wants, but using a website instead of his voting machine

[polishedforsurvival]

"i didn't mean to talk your ear off."

Prompts for the Grumpy vs Sunshine Trope | Accepting | @kerothi

"You're not in any trouble," Levi assures him when he catches the look on Jean's face as he watches the rest of the new Levi Squad be dismissed for the evening, while he's so luckily chosen to stay behind and help Levi clean up. "Even if it might feel like punishment getting stuck with me."

It's a joke, mostly, but his signature deadpan delivery does little to make that clear.

"You seemed off today. More than you usually are, I mean." There he goes again. He's being sincere, though. "Like there's some shit on your mind." And if there is, hell, Levi can't blame him; with all the shit they've been going through lately, there's a plethora of things that could be bothering him. Take your pick.

And he's not one to pry, isn't going to try to force anything out of him (not going to do something that he finds annoying as fuck when done to him), but he does care, and so he simply leaves him an opening, if he so wishes.

It takes a few moments, but Jean eventually takes it.

Levi doesn't say much while the young soldier shares what's on his mind, mostly the occasional hum or nod to show he's listening while he tends to the dishes, a word or two when it's needed. He's still talking when Levi hands him the last dish to dry, and that seems to be when Jean realizes he's been going on for a while.

"I didn't mean to talk your ear off."

"Hmn." Levi's looking down at his hands while he dries them. "You ever get roped into listening to Hanji's shit? That's talking your ear off. Until the sun's up, if you're unlucky enough."

It's his way of saying it's no big deal. Jean might be a member of the military, a soldier that could die at any moment, but he signed up to fight titans, not... all of this. And at the end of the day, he's still a teenager. They all are.

Levi tries to keep that in mind, when he can afford to.

"Better for you to let it out, anyway." Levi looks over at him. "Wouldn't want you to hold it all in and end up constipated."

Something he himself is all too familiar with.

[dreamsb0u]

cat cross [callin em stray] would for SURE think cur is a little weird

but that'd be mainly because he's only ever encountered cat-types like himself

hound boy is for sure a New Creature

like ".....why are your ears so big??"

The inspection

[separatist-apologist]

YOU CANT END IT THERE I NEED MOMMY AND DADDY TO KISS AND MAKE UP

Rhys isn't done suffering