#(AND only 3 inches taller than me)

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

*breathes deeply* new fic? new ongoing fic to read? holy moly there's so much to catch up on, that is a lot of reading. (not speaking about fic only. i mean also asks here, because they can be gold nuggets of fun things. and i have not checked for months for tiredness,, woe)

favourite things about new fic so far: zhongli going down rabbit holes of information of Things he Does Not Know because alternate reality and a most favourite shared disconnect from the rest of the world. very understandable. love to see that. also love to see how he's trying to act according to appropriate power levels and is still overpowered. ... actually, is it a full alternate reality or is it another time travel shenanigans (or both)? because. just because. i have a feeling i'm reading it too fast in haste so i may well be missing things that make that more or less obvious

my confusion of reading in haste too much aside, did i see something about being able to ask for outfit doodles? 👀 if no one else has yet i am here for it (as long as it is not a trouble)

absolutely no trouble, i just cleaned it up a bit and colored it in. here's the crew so far! god i can't believe i nailed guizhong's hair color and blue-white color scheme in cyanide LMAO literally colorpicked her haircolor from one of my drawings of her hahah

[yuri-is-online]

Consider: A Jade/Yuu bit where there's a dance competition and Yuu knows they have it in them to win, they're really good at some of the dances from their world, they just... Need a partner. Someone who isn't gonna question where these dances came from (Earth), why Yuu learned them (for an old crush), or what Yuu wants the money for (Ramshackle, it's Ramshackle). Problem is, Yuu's kinda tall so they know the lead parts of the dances but aren't practiced at the follower parts. They can teach them but muscle memory makes it hard to do them, plus the need to find someone taller than them if Yuu is gonna follow. Yuu ends up going to Azul and offers up half the prize money if he can find someone discreet to dance with them. The thought is that Azul is pretty short, right?? He'd probably do it. Only, Jade has a crush (the pining is real) and Azul likes living so he passes the job onto Jade. Yuu's annoyed but Jade is outwardly calm, collected, and willing to follow their every order so even if Jade's taller than them, he still makes for a decent follower. Yuu's forward behavior is a surprise to Jade, he hadn't realized they were so confident, but he's enjoying himself and putting his all into helping Yuu win. After hours at the lounge, he'll practice both lead and follower parts, running through the step sequences on his own until they're perfect. Only problem is, Floyd sees this and he starts joining in, learning the dances from Jade and falling into the sequences faster than Jade ever could. It makes Jade feel territorial and a little inadequate, he and Floyd practically get into minor dance battles as Floyd enjoys learning and Jade tries to prove himself. With his hackles up, Jade's instincts to provide and protect his mate of choice kick in a little and he starts itching at having to dance follower. He wants to lead! He wants to win the competition for his crush, Yuu, not just be an accessory as they win. (It's so stupid, he knows it's stupid, but the eel is jealous and must be placated). Yuu and Jade get closer and on the day of the contest, Jade scrapes up the nerves to ask for an alternative payment if they win- a favor. Yuu agrees, curious and wanting the money, and the contest starts. When it gets to be Yuu and Jade's turn, things start off as planned but then Jade steals the lead smoothly, forcing Yuu to follow him. Furious, Yuu steals it back, then Jade dips them and sneaks it again, trying to show off as a courtship move. Back and forth, both so good at the dance that the trade in lead looks intentional, the judges are eating it up. Yuu storms off at the end of the dance and Jade follows, desperate and smitten, trying to call them back. Yuu shouts at Jade a bit, demanding to know why he screwed with the dance, Jade drags them into an impassioned kiss and gives an explanation, then apologizes, offering to give Yuu a sum of money if they lost due to his spontaneous actions. Yuu pauses, then asks for a favor instead. Jade hesitantly agrees, as Yuu still hasn't given him a response to his confession other than kissing him back. The winner is announced and Yuu and Jade don't win- but they do get second place and a smaller cash prize. Jade turns to Yuu, ready to apologize again, but Yuu just smirks, calling their favor. On Yuu's day of choosing, Jade will join them for a date and activity of Yuu's choosing, and it'll be on Jade's dime. Helplessly charmed at how it gives Yuu control but lets him provide as his instincts demand, Jade smiles back, already plotting on how he'll get back the lead this time.

hrg

Jade loves the unexpected, but he does not love to be at the center of it. He prefers the sidelines, like the ambush hunter he is he stays to the sidelines until he has unraveled enough of the unknown to make a strike. It's safe, and even if Azul makes complaints about it from time to time he never really feels like exposing him. And technically as Azul tiredly points out to him, that is not what he's doing here, not really. Jade already wants to kill whoever touches you on accident what was he expecting Azul to do?

For your part it's not like you didn't consider asking one of your friends to help. Epel is shorter than you and so is Riddle, but Epel doesn't really want to do the "girl's" part of the dance and Riddle... I feel like their might be some rule that makes him feel like he should be the one leading the dance, he's quite confident in his skills already as he's been to a bunch of formal parties but he's just so rigid about things. Asking Azul seems safer since he doesn't really care about the emotional side of things that can make him money, so why wouldn't you assume he'd jump at the offer? You were expecting him to negotiate for a steeper cut of the money, not to immediately break eye contact and sigh deeply.

"I'm busy that day." He isn't you'd checked long before asking. "But I'm certain Jade would be more than happy to oblige you, think of it as a favor to me. He could really use the chance to practice." You know better than to ask what he means, but still you wonder...

Jade loves the way confidence looks on you. He doesn't get to see much of it, so to find something that brings authority and happiness to your voice and for it to be a something he understands (conceptually anyway) makes him happy as well. You aren't exactly surprised at how well he follows, he's a keen observer as you well know, but it is strange to notice how well he observes you. He tells you he's been practicing and you can feel it in his steps, Jade delights in your little shocks and praises at his progress. Lives for it even, so when Floyd takes up practicing with him on something as flimsy as a whim he's enraged. Floyd is the better dancer, Jade has never faulted him for this until now, and to make matters worse he is better with his legs. Jade can feel you slipping from his grasp, and it drives him into further delusions of ways he can prove himself worthy to keep you. A moray's courtship dance would see him winding himself around you, couldn't that be seen as taking the lead? (He's also quite attached to that silly joke you made, something about the "leader always being right" because of the foot the led with) He does enjoy giving the illusion of control, a dark impulse to be sure but he does not see the need to change himself, only prove his worth.

"Of course you'd want that wouldn't you?" Favors and Octavinelle go hand in hand, so you really shouldn't agree to this but money likes to talk and it's favorite thing to do is encourage you to gamble. "So long as it isn't Ramshackle sure, I guess." Jade's lips quirk into a smile as he folds his hands.

"I'd never ask for that, this is meant to be a personal favor, not one for Azul." Jade has a rigid way about him that's similar to Riddle, but with a hint of playful flexibility you have come to really love appreciate while practicing with him. When you learned the dances you had pictured doing them with a certain someone... but never got the chance for one reason or another. Dancing with Jade feels natural.

So natural you barely notice when he takes the lead during a subtle change in the song until your eyes light on his grin and it takes everything you have not to let your anger crack through yours. You bring your weight to bear against him, molding your body into his so he can feel your demand for him to be good and follow which he has to take as a challenge, why else would he dip you in front of the judges when that had not been part of your choreography at all and why did they have to gasp in excitement? There's adrenaline pumping through your veins as a storm works itself up through the set and you barely keep yourself together to extract yourself and your dignity from that stupid eel so you can explode in peace but he follows.

"I should have known better than to agree to this, for fucks sake!" You barely hear Jade calling you over your own voice, barely see him reach for him through your own tears. "Did you think it was fucking funny to get my hopes up like this?! I was rooting for you, I WAS WILLING TO TRUST YOU AFTER EVERYTHING YOU-"

Jade steals the lead from your lungs, bringing you up into his embrace bracing your back against the wall as he kisses you. He kisses your tears, slow and with purpose apologizing with each breath he takes against the apple of your cheeks before an announcement that judging is about to conclude brings you both back to your senses.

"It was my instinct to display for you." The term is strange, but you think you understand what he means between the kisses and the dilation of his pupils. "I- do not wish to frighten you, or ruin your impression of me but please tell me you can see how I feel about you. I wanted to be the one to win this for you, and not be some accessory you could toss aside once you were done." He pulls away from the wall, takes your hand as he does to guide you back towards the front, pausing to hesitantly brush you knuckles with a kiss. I love you. You can feel him mouth the words against your hand, but he does not say them aloud. He's afraid. Yuu can feel it in the way he can't quite bring himself to directly look as he offers them the money they lost.

"Could I ask for a favor instead?" It doesn't quite feel like you speaking, the entire night's events are just too surreal. The very real way Jade stiffens next to you and the ashamed tone he agrees in brings you back down to earth, and tumbles you straight into the ocean when you tug on his tie to make him look at your grinning face when your "loss" is announced.

"You don't work on Saturday afternoons, right?" You love the way surprise looks on Jade, it's not something you get to see often, nor is what you can best describe as the hope he expresses as he hesitantly concedes that no he does not. "Good, then we can go on a date." He goes to open his mouth and you place your hand over it to shush him, trying very hard not to giggle too loudly or fluster at the knowing look of the judges still at their table. "I've got a great place picked out already, just bring yourself and your wallet." His entire body alights at the phrase, if you were under the literal water his happiness would be displayed for you in living technicolor and save him the need to verbally accept. But this is the land, so he gently takes you by the wrist and pulls you against his chest.

"Of course." He makes sure to bend as close to your ear as he can, mind already racing with how exciting this little game has now become. "I live to serve after all."

[eatsbooksarchive]

just remembered i’m 6 inches taller than andrew and aaron ..,..,,,,.,. 8 inches with my docs

[crimsonbubble]

me anytime I think of joong

[ethmintt]

langris eating a cherry tart

[wish-i-were-heather]

today my friend said she wants to get me a cardboard cutout of conan gray i think she was joking but actually please i would love that

[nanatsuyu]

Neil in mid thigh compression shorts (with shorter shorts on top) vs Neil in compression stirrup leggings (with shorter shorts on top duh)

[enobariasteeth]

when we finally see Johnathan Bailey singing Dancing Through Life and As Long As Youre Mine I'm going to be fucking insufferable

[zombiified]

he tried to hug him after but it only made it worse

[multicolour-ink]

I was curious, i sorta dont get the "mario is so small" jokes in the movie? Is it because hes small in the games?

He's a very short guy yes. He always has been, no matter in what media 🤭

[invinciblerodent]

going against the mold by not even entertaining the thought of rolling an elven Rook, so far my plans include two slighty dommy dwarf ladies and a veritable human disaster

[dyinggoosenoises]

gives u a little kiss on top of ur head (bc ur tiny)

thank you!!

[cappurrccino]

every time I make a gauge swatch I just get confused as all hell

" 12 DC in 11 rows = 4 inches" ok, cool, except I got a 3.5x4" square with 12 DC in 8 rows, while using a smaller yarn and a smaller hook and I'm just...

[imreallyonthishellsite]

Yall know the posts that are like "you can usually tell who little sister is bc she'll be the taller one", lets test that theory

if you need an example, my sister is older than me by 3 years and I'm taller by a few inches

Edit: 1) sorry to all the middle children out there!! I didn't mean to forget yall on purpose it slipped my mind when I made this poll, take a cookie as an apology 🍪🍪🍪. Just choose whatever option fits best and explain in the tags if you feel like it.

2) the formatting of the polls are like that bc it was late asl when I made this poll and it made sense to me at the time, so sorry again if yall have trouble understanding the poll

[zhelin-thames]

Tiny baby ghost

idea from Prompt for @silverblueglitter

part 2 and 3 are out Masterpost

The summoning circle glowed an eerie green, casting sharp shadows around the Justice League's meeting chamber. John Constantine, sleeves rolled up and cigarette dangling from his lips, muttered the last words of the incantation. The room held a tense silence, broken only by the faint hum of the magical energy.

When the green smoke cleared, instead of the imposing figure of the Ghost King they’d expected, a scrawny teenager in a black jumpsuit with white gloves and boots appeared, looking distinctly unimpressed.

“Seriously?!” Danny Phantom groaned, throwing up his hands. “It’s a school night!”

The room collectively blinked. Superman and Wonder Woman exchanged confused glances. Batman’s eyes narrowed behind his cowl, while the Batkids—perched around the room like chaotic gargoyles—leaned forward, intrigued.

“This… is the Ghost King?” Nightwing asked, his voice skeptical but amused.

“Ghost King?” Danny repeated, holding up a hand. “Nope. Wrong guy. Try again.”

“Clearly, this is a child,” Robin said flatly, stepping forward with his arms crossed. “Either the summoning ritual failed, or we’ve been deceived.”

“Who are you calling a child, mini-Nightmare?” Danny shot back, floating an inch off the ground to look taller. “I’m fifteen. How old are you, eight?”

“I am fourteen, you insufferable spirit,” Robin snapped, glaring daggers at him. “And you are woefully unqualified to speak to me in such a tone.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, Robin Junior. Let me know when you grow a sense of humor.”

Red Hood, perched casually on a table nearby, barked out a laugh. “I like this kid already.”

Robin scowled. “You would.”

Red Hood swung his legs off the table, standing to his full height. “Alright, Casper, if you’re not the Ghost King, why’d this ritual grab you instead?”

“That’s a great question! Wish I knew!” Danny said, throwing up his hands.

Constantine frowned, stepping closer. “You’re definitely ghostly, mate, and half-alive by the looks of you.” His sharp gaze softened just slightly. “You’re a bloody halfa.”

Danny froze, eyes darting to the swirling green barrier still holding him in the circle (not really). “I’m a ghost. And yeah, I’m alive. What’s it to you?”

Batman loomed closer, his deep voice cutting through the room. “If you’re not the Ghost King, why does this summoning work?”

“Great question! Wish I knew!” Danny threw up his arms again, his ectoplasm glowing faintly in frustration. “I don’t even know who you are, and you’ve already ruined my night! or Maybe the universe hates me. That’d explain a lot!”

“Who even made this circle?” Red Hood asked, pointing at Constantine. “Did you check it? It’s glowing green. That’s ghost vibes, man.”

“Thanks for the observation, Red Hood,” Constantine said dryly. “What gave it away, the ectoplasm or the ghost?”

“You are in no position to demand answers,” Batman growled.

“Oh my god, you’re worse than my parents,” Danny muttered.

Before Batman could respond, the air grew colder. A heavy, oppressive presence filled the room as green flames erupted in the middle of the chamber. From the flames stepped Pariah Dark, fully armored and radiating raw power, his glowing eyes zeroing in on Danny.

The League tensed, weapons at the ready, but Pariah didn’t even look at them. Instead, his expression softened in a way that could only be described as paternal as he reached out and plucked Danny out of the circle like a child grabbing a stuffed animal.

“Who dares summon my child?” Pariah rumbled, his deep voice shaking the room. He cradled Danny in one massive hand as though he were the most precious treasure in existence. Danny, for his part, just sighed and leaned against one of Pariah’s fingers.

“Dad, chill. They’re not trying to hurt me—” Danny shot a glare at Batman, “—yet.”

“‘Dad’?” Robin echoed, utterly baffled.

“They stressed him out,” Pariah continued as if Danny hadn’t spoken. “This is the third time in two weeks. Do you know how much sleep he’s lost? He has school!”

Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The third summoning this week,” he growled. “And for what? To disrupt his rest? His studies?”

“Studies?” Robin repeated incredulously. “This alleged ‘Ghost Prince’ is concerned with—”

“School,” Red Hood supplied helpfully, smirking. “That tracks. He’s just a kid.”

“I’M NOT JUST A KID!” Danny protested, his voice cracking slightly. Jason snorted.

Before anyone else could respond, Fright Knight materialized beside Pariah, his armor gleaming and his sword crackling with ghostly energy. He took one look at the summoning circle and grimaced.

“Shall I eliminate the offenders, my liege?” he asked Pariah, his grip tightening on his sword.

“No!” Danny yelped, waving his hands frantically. “No eliminating, no smiting! We talked about this, remember?”

Pariah sighed, his massive shoulders slumping. “They stressed you out,” he rumbled. “They should pay.”

“They’ll be fine,” Danny muttered. “Just… let me handle it, okay?”

“‘Fine,’ he says,” Red Hood muttered. “We’re seconds away from getting blasted into the afterlife.”

Robin's hand drifted toward his sword, his eyes darting between Pariah and Fright Knight. “This is absurd. We are the Justice League. Surely, we are not so easily—”

“Shut it, kid,” Consttantine interrupted. “Unless you want to test if we’re actually ‘fine.’”

Danny groaned. “Can we not do this right now?”

Wonder Woman stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “We summoned you because we need the Ghost King’s aid to stop a catastrophic magical event threatening the world.”

“Then why not summon him?” Danny snapped. “I’m not the king!”

“Yet the ritual brought you,” Batman said, his voice a mix of curiosity and accusation.

Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The crown does not transfer unless challenged. And none shall dare challenge my son.”

Danny squirmed in his ghost-dad’s grip. “Okay, Dad, they get it. Can you not threaten to destroy the world for five minutes?”

Pariah huffed but gently set Danny down, though he remained close, a looming shadow of protective menace.

Constantine rubbed his temples, muttering something about “bloody teenagers” and “overprotective ghost tyrants.” Meanwhile, the Batkids exchanged glances, clearly plotting something.

Danny sighed. “Look, I’ll help you guys with your big, scary magical problem, but can we make it quick? I have a chem test tomorrow.”

[fireflaked]

i think my biggest accomplishment in life is being the oldest and the tallest sibling