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[foolsocracy]

this is actually so funny. imagining garth quipping and contributing to the conversation in his head cause he forgot the rest of the teen titans can't pick up on his telepathy

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Hi! I love your Bully!Tsukishima posts <3 I was wondering what would happen if his princess arrived to class with a bruise that he didn’t make? She’d deny everything at first, using an excuse style “I tripped” “fell on the shower”…but he wouldn’t believe that crap, not one bit!

I kinda want to see more of protective Tsukishima >_<

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i'm glad you like my bully!tsukki posts!! this idea took awhile to flesh out and hopefully you like the way this turned out. this is slightly different from the regular protective tsukishima as this bruise was accidental <33

tsukishima remembers every little thing about you, remembers every fact, every mannerism, every freckle, scar and curve of your body so of course he clocked immediately when you walked into class with a bruise just peaking out of the top of your blouse. it's barely visible as the blouse covers most of it and he thinks you may have tried to cover some of it with make up but with it right above your cleavage it's obvious to him.

the entire time all he can think about is you, which isn't uncommon in the slightest, but this time it's all focused on the bruise and how you got it.

he knows for a fact it isn't one of his, plus if for some reason he had forgotten about it you would remember and know better than to ever try and cover it up.

after class you leave quickly, purposefully avoiding making eye contact with tsukishima. you have a feeling he's spotted the bruise that has started forming on your soft skin, as you walked in you spotted him and saw his eyes harden as his eyes looked to where your bruise is. it was just a coincidence you looked over towards him though... it's not like whenever you turn up late and he's there before you you look to see if he's in his regular seat... it's not like you were checking to see if he's here yet or anything...

you turned up late today because you were trying to find clothes that would cover the bruise, all the clothes that would cover it are clothes you're currently washing or are dirty and need to be washed. because of that you spent longer than you wanted to finding something that you felt comfortable wearing and covered as much as possible but you had a feeling after you left your dorm that maybe you should of spent longer finding something because tsukishima might notice, even if it was only a sliver of it visible, and you were right. he did notice.

you were a little too slow leaving the class though because tsukki was able to catch up to you. he looks at your bruise and his eyebrows furrow, loosely clasping onto your wrist and taking you somewhere quiet, neither of you speak yet. you're getting use to this routine of him stealing you away.

he turns to you and crosses his own arms, "talk." you nibble your lip and try to shift your eyes away from him, looking down.

"i... uh... tripped," you say nervously.

"liar."

you pause for a second running through excuses in your head but the whole time tsukishima's waiting patiently, ready to hear if you're going to lie again.

you take a deep breath and look up at him. you can tell him. he won't believe any of your excuses anyway.

"um.. someone accidentally flicked me with a ruler and well..."

there's a pause and you continue looking up at him. "no."

"what... what do you mean no?" you say baffled, you're honestly being truthful right now.

"i promise that's what happened. a friend of a friend was messing and joking around. he had this stupid ruler in his hand and was waving it about and then he playfully flicked me with it. he didn't think it would bruise or even hurt and it didn't hurt! ... that much. it was stupid and an accident." you explain further, wanting him to believe you.

"who was it?" he straightens his back and asks without displaying any emotion in his face or tone.

"we're not doing this again tsukki. it was an accident, just an accident. i'm not giving you any name." you think back to the bully incident.

tsukishima's lip twitches in annoyance. "tell me." you say no again. "i'm sure one of your friends will tell me."

your eyes go wide at the subtle threat, you have a gut feeling that he would be able to get one of your friends to tell him who it was. it really was an accident though.

"one last chance princess."

you hold onto his arm, almost startling him at the sudden contact. "please kei, don't. i promise it was an accident. they were really sorry afterwards and felt really bad about it. they even offered to pay for the drink i had to say sorry."

tsukishima's expression softened momentarily at the use of his given name before going back to normal. maybe he could leave it alone and not do anything about it but you said it hurt, even if it was only a bit. "you told me he hurt you," he starts to pull away from you to leave but you don't let him and hold onto him tighter.

"please kei. it was a mistake. it will fade in a couple days anyway, it's only a light mark. come on, tsukishima." you plead, still holding yourself against his arm to keep him from leaving.

his resolve weakens the more he feels your soft warm body press against him and the idea that the bruise is only light is making him think about how he can cover it with his own bruise, giving you a huge hickey so for now he relents, something he never thought he'd do. the only reason he isn't really chasing after who did it right now was because you asked him not to. you basically begged him not to. you called him kei. if it ever happens again they'll regret it, it doesn't matter if it was an accident.

"i want you to know that if anything else happens i won't stop until i find out their name."

you hum in response, confirming your understanding, and give a small smile knowing that you were able to stop him and he listened to you. you're aware that if it happens again you won't be able to stop him though.

tsukishima gives you a look that says 'why aren't you verbally telling me you understand.' "okay tsukki," you respond quieter than you have been talking all this time, "and thank you," you add on even quieter, almost silently.

he hears but chooses not to respond. "i think i've figured out a solution to the bruise situation." you don't really know if this is a situation but you keep listening. "i'll just have to give you a bigger bruise on top of it." his hand reaches behind you to your skirt and lifts up your skirt slightly before pinching your ass, you let out a yelp, and he smirks. "i think you need another hickey. i think all the others have faded by now and you need a new one."

he knows of every single friend you have but the following day he watches you even closer to see if anyone acts different. he found them. just like you said, a friend of a friend in a study group. it's kind of weird how bokuto owed him a favour and that weekend at a party your friend's girlfriend kissed bokuto, weird right? they broke up obviously.

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[seeker-ophelia]

This is a love letter to all the tumblr artists who got us through 10 years

10 Years of Hurt and Angst and Pining and Loss

Sincerely, you artists are da real MVPs

Everyones tagged below the cut

fenharel shame - @rainhol

rook & solas - @fideox

chibi Cole - @sincaotic

adoribull - @orientalld

lounging solas - @an-established-butt-dent

leliana & nug - @doodlownick

kieran & OGB - @thejaguar9art

morrigan - @girl-gwoe

fenris - @fridgemeats

isabela - @milton-chamberlain

varrics phone - @haverdoodles

stressed out varric - @dailydadoodles

rook face - @larkoneironaut

tiny solas - @nikyu0

Target solas (&spiderverse solas/rook) - @pinacoladamatata

spite - @loustica-lucia

manfred - @themaybug

assan (&Alistair w/ cheese) - @olessan

varric - @milton-chamberlain

DJ solas - @chromunist

merrill - @thedragonhermit

puss-in-boots (aka lucanis) - @gormlessboy

anders - @pinkfadespirit

tired soals - @greypetrel

cass/lily/josie - @briccko

Sincerely, thank you guys so much.

7 Sleeps. 168 hours left.

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go read Memento Nori and Like the Stars and What Friends Are For and just generally all of Ad Astra Per Aspera by LadyDaybreaker on ao3

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[ravengards-rogue]

✧ tags : afab + fem!reader, top karlach, bottom reader, strap-ons, breaking the bed, act three spoilers (vaguely), karlach is the weensiest bit of a bully, 18+

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Karlach can't keep her hands off you.

Not her fault, in her defense. She had to spend an incredibly long, incredibly daunting leg of your journey not being able to touch you at all. Really, some of the hardest shit she's ever done in her life - even with her time in Avernus being Zariels' little lapdog.

Now that she has the privilege, she has to make the most of it. Her engines burning her up from the inside so she ought to make the most of everything. You especially. Who knows what will be left of her memory when her soul ends up in fugue plane? She hopes and prays her last memory is the feeling of you tucked in her arms all safe.

That being said, she's always on you. She likes fucking you whenever she can, wherever you'll let her. You're proper cute when she sneaks into your bedroll and lets her hand underneath your waistband, muffling little moans into the side of her neck as she holds you. Got the prettiest little voice she's ever heard when you whine for her, grip her forearm and beg all teary eyed.

That's been good and well - fucking amazing really. But there's been one thing that Karlach has been dying to do since she's gotten back to Faerun which is fuck you. Like, really fuck you.

She makes you cum in other ways. Whatever available, really. Hands, mouth, the muscle in her thigh when you're especially needy. Gods, she's grateful to see you like that. Leader of the pack all soft and trembling her bedroll all night, a sight for sore eyes.

But she wants to fuck you. She needed a strap to do that, and those sorts of things are only easy to find in the city - not in the middle of nowhere in the backwaters of the Sword Coast.

She knows you want it too, always begging for more.

You're in the city now, though - and you've visited Sharess' Caress, and now Karlach finally has something to fuck you with. You're finally in Elfsong song now (no more sleeping on dirt!) and the rest of your party has gone off to explore the city. There's plenty of business to attend to. The two of you offered to stay behind, hold down the fort.

(And well, no one was really going to stay after that were they? Not with the happy couple around, with Karlach eyefucking you as openly as she possibly can at least.)

She really is glad that you have all this time to yourselves for now.

Now that she's finally, finally fucking you - she isn't sure it'll be easy for her to stop.

You're pretty laying underneath her. Naked, sweat making your skin sheen as Karlach stands back on her knees and fucks you on your back. Your chest bounces every time your ass meets the thrust of her own hips, your voice trembling as she gets into proper pace to fuck you.

She gives you a wicked little smile, watching with abject fondness as her cock slides into you again. Shiny with your arousal, your cunt is tight with resistance even as she goes slow. You mewl, your hands reaching to push against Karlach's abs.

"Too much, Karlach, can't—" You gasp as she bullies the swollen head back into you. "S-senstive,"

"Didn't take you for such a quitter, soldier. You were just begging for it and now it's too much," She goads, fucking you deeper. You groan as your spine arches, nails scratching at her waist. "Try a little harder, baby."

Your voice breaks into a pathetic moan, weakly trying to push her out. Legs shaking as she fucks another inch into you. You're so wet she can hear it, hear how soft your pussy gets trying to accommodate around her length. Whimpering you close your eyes and shake your head.

"Too much. I c-can't cum again, can't."

Fuck you're delightful. It's nice when Karlach gets the chance to render you as helpless as you always make her feel. Pitiful and tender, she hums a little as she bottoms out again. Her eyes go lidded with want as she looks at the place in where she's inside of you, stretching your tight little hole. Fucking pretty thing you are. Pretty face and pretty heart and the prettiest pussy she's ever seen in her life. She's mesmerized how something so big can fill something so small. You stretch around her cock so well, so perfect.

"Of course you can." She murmurs. Hot hands curl around your wrists, your arms straightening out in front of you as Karlach holds them. Your fingers brush against your abdomen again but don't find the same purchase as Karlach holds you down. "A little more and you'll make another mess for me to clean up like always, huh?"

"Karlach," You whine, your eyes fluttering open. Your lashes are wet with overstimulated tears, mouth curled in a soft and pouty flush. "Karlach,"

She laughs, sharp teeth showing as she rolls her hips - undulating slower. A soft pace to ease you into it again. She knows just the right angles. You like two ways. Hard and heavy, her hips fucking into yours

She steals a glance at your desperate face and settles on the latter. "I'm right here, pretty girl. And I'm not going anywhere, either. Now hold on,"

It's the most she spares as a warning before she sets a brutal pace. She use your hands for purchase as she pulls her cock out, and thrusts all the way back in with a loud, unforgiving groan. Her clit digs into the leather backing of the strap when she does, delicious friction making her head feel numb.

You cry out as she thrusts deep and hard, cock buried to the hilt again.

She keeps the same brutal, unforgiving pace. The room sounds with the weight of her thrusts, skin smacking against skin and the soft internal whirr of her engine noisy. Lewd, wet sounds mix with the visual of you laid underneath her, tits bouncing with every smack of hips.

She throws her head back back, euphoria washing over her in a haze.

"Fuck yeah, that's it baby. Feels good. Feeling me right in your stomach?"

You nod deliriously as your hand curls into a fist, struggling to keep up. She laughs at you as she ducks her head to meet your mouth. You kiss her with immediate fervor chasing her lips aimlessly while she fucks you hard and deep.

Her name sounds so good from your mouth, she doesn't think she'll ever get sick of it.

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[daddylinguini]

Born to consume astronomical amounts of media every day

Forced to be obsessed with ships that barely have any works

[iizuumi]

reno sandwich

[buglaur]

this is kit, please commission some art from them on social bunny 🙏

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Happy 1 year anniversary to "Mermen" and the series finale (for now 🤞) of the show that means everything to me ❤️

I'm alternating between crying that it ended and being happy that we got s2 and got what we did.

The beach scene, "I love you!" "I know, I know that" 🥹 BABE! Pete and Lucius marrying! Alex Sherman's ass! Fishing! Ed thinking Stede's dead. THE LOVELY LETTERS. We got sooo much and it's beautiful and lovely.

This post is a lovely letter to OFMD and how important and special this show is to me (us) still, even a year after it ended. Seeing these two older men find themselves and love after having rough lives is very special to me and gives me hope for the future.

But this lovely letter isn't just to the show but to all of you amazing, wonderful, passionate and caring and dedicated and talented artists, writers, fans and enjoyers of OFMD that helped carry the love of OFMD through two cancellations and to this special anniversary.

I adore all of yall and I'm glad you are still here ❤️

I'm going to tag a few people but this is to every fan of OFMD out there, it's been the best time sailing with you and I hope to keep going 🫡

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@gentlebeardsbarngrill Abby, thank you for everything you've done, I appreciate you! @xoxoemynn you are one of the sweetest people I know @stedesbonnets thank you for accepting me and talking to me @romcomtelecom @follows-the-bees @celluloidbroomcloset I really enjoy all of your meta and ideas @lunarcryptidz you know 💜 @blackbeardsslutstrands thank you for being there to talk to after "Merman" last year @blatterpussbunnyfromhell @areyoudoingthis @saltpepperbeard @thescarvedinsect @spirker @soupbtch @merryfinches @xray-vex @piratecaptainscaptainpirates @bizarrelittlemew @blakbonnet @funforahermit @finethingswellworn @jellybeanium124 @naranjapetrificada @carmillas-girlfriend @teeny-tiny-revenge @jaskierx @scribophile @call-me-frosting-or-not-idc @forpiratereasons @ofmd-ann-main @captain-frenchie

I wish I could tag and give personal lovely letters to everyone (I have a bad memory and can't remember @ names) but just know yall are all appreciated and thank you 🥹🤗

[medicalunprofessional]

neighborhood watch

[thevoidstaredback]

Tales of Conquest, Warnings of Fools:

Letters Between Brothers

Danny stared at himself in the mirror on the back of his bedroom door, a new addition to his room. Slowly, he pulled at the energy he felt within himself. It gathered behind his sternum, flowing through the lichtenberg scar like blood in veins. He could feel it pooling, ready to burst forth, but he kept a tight lid on it. As he exhaled, he allowed the cold electricity to leave his sternum, moving up and down the outside of his body with a soft crackle of shattering ice.

When he opened his eyes again, he no longer had to breathe. His hair was whiter than the purest snow, his skin so pale that it was tinted blue, his eyes orange and red. His clothes changed into the HAZMAT he’d worn in the portal. While the now ruined suit had been black on white, the one he now saw his reflection wearing was white where it had been black and black where it had been white. His body still had every scar between forms, though the lichtenberg scar glowed the same toxic green as the portal in this form.

The first week after getting this weird transformation, he’d called out sick. Sam, Tucker, and Jazz had all been concerned, but he brushed them off with a promise to explain later. In that week, he spent all hours getting himself under control. It started with the intangibility that had made him drop his pencil and fall through his bed. Then, the invisibility that jumpscared his reflection. Last was the flight he’d discovered by falling down the stairs. They were easy enough to get a hold of.

The next week was when everything started to go wrong. Honestly, he was glad and amazed it hadn’t happened sooner.

Something came through the portal.

She called herself The Lunch Lady. She had green skin, white hair tucked into a pink bandana, a matching pink dress, and a white apron. She first appeared at Casper High, violently objecting to the ‘healthier’ change of menu.

When Danny had heard about the attack, he’d felt the transformation wash over him for the first time. On instinct alone, he’d flown the two blocks between his school and the high school, engaging her in combat when he met her. She was angry, but calmed down after he won. Before he could do anything, she left.

When he got back to his own school, the transformation dropping, his friends were waiting for him. They practically dragged him by the ear until he explained what the hell was going on. When he told them, Sam ripped into him about telling them things so that they can work through it together. Tucker practically fawned over his new powers, asking all sorts of questions.

The very next day, another ghost appeared. He called himself Skulker the Hunter. He was a large ghost, standing nearly twice as large as Danny did. He had gray skin that looked to be made out of metal. His eyes and hair were the same green as the portal, and he wore black pants and a black shirt. His gloves, boots, and shoulder armor were all dark gray. He also had a black choker around his neck with a skull charm on it.

He showed up when Danny was walking around town with Sam and Tucker. The ghost had some way of tracking Danny that put him on edge. How was he being tracked and how did he stop it?

Skulker had taken Tucker’s PDA and had been very nice about not bothering Danny when he was busy, but he’d eventually started a fight. Danny, transformed into his color-inverted form, lured the ghost away to the Amity Park Zoo. He almost lost the fight, accidentally cornering himself, when a purple-back gorilla came to his aid. He had no idea how the gorilla had gotten out of its cage, but Danny wasn’t going to ask questions.

After the fight, Skulker also disappeared. Instead of going after him like he had The Lunch Lady, Danny stayed with the gorilla. It - she he noticed - was trying to communicate with him. So, after turning back into his normal self, he walked her back to where she was being kept. On the way, he started to pick up her language. It was a modified version of American Sign Language, with the added fineness of several gorilla-only words.

The zookeepers had been hysterical when they had found her missing, though they’d been so relieved when he turned the corner with her. They first checked up on the gorilla, leading Danny to discover that she and one other gorilla were the last of the purple-back gorillas.

“Why don’t you put them together, then?” he had asked.

The zookeeper he was talking to gave him a weird look. “It costs a lot to have one of them here. We can’t afford to keep them both, so the other is in a zoo in Metropolis.”

Danny’s eyebrow raised. “First of all, I’m pretty sure that’s a kind of animal cruelty.” At least, his Mother had taught him as such. “Second, the other is male, right?”

“Yeah, they both are.”

“Except they’re not.”

“What?”

“Did you not-?” he turned to the gorilla and signed to her as he spoke aloud. “What’s your name?”

The purple-back gorilla sat down and lifted her arms. She signed D-E-L-I-L-A-H before making the ASL letter P with her right hand, pushing it from her chest like the sign for white. After dropping the sign, she made a P with both hands and hit her chest.

Again, Danny signed at her as he spoke. “You have a sign name? Cool. The second one was your species’ sign, right?” She nodded and he smiled, dropping his hands and turning back to the gobsmacked zookeeper. “I’d like to reintroduce you all to Delilah.” He made her sign name before moving to make the sign she had for her species. “She’s a female purple-back gorilla.”

There was silence for a moment before the present zoo staff erupted into noise. He answered their questions, a bit overwhelmed, but mostly amused that they’d made such a mistake. It was a good day.

It was also the day when he realized that he might want to start cataloging things. So, now he sat at his desk, a day later, staring at the new notebook he’d bought. At first, his plan was to write down every ghost he met and their abilities. He also wanted to write about himself, but he didn’t want to risk his parents getting ahold of the information. Anyone knowing what he knew was a potential disaster that he didn’t want to be responsible for. But, he really needed a way to keep track of everything.

He hit his head with the palm of his hand. “It doesn’t have to be in English, dumbass!”

With new resolve, Danny opened the notebook to the first page and titled it ‘La Dame du Déjeuner’. Under the title, he drew a picture of The Lunch Lady, coloring it in. Next to the picture, he wrote down what he knew about her. On the next page, he did the same thing, titling it ‘Le Chasseur’.

He was going to do a page for himself, but thought better of it. Instead, he found an older notebook, also empty, and titled the second page in ‘Mi-vivant, Mi-mort’. He was sure that’s what he was. Just above that, though, he wrote down ‘Le Fantôme’. Just as he had the others, he drew two pictures of himself, one as Phantom - what he was calling his ‘vigilante’ persona - and one as Danny, coloring and labeling each accordingly. Under the pictures, he wrote down a list of enhancements he’d noticed that transferred between his two forms. On the back of the page, he wrote about The Accident that turned him into what he is. On the page after that, he started a list of his powers, accompanying each power with a quick summary of how it feels when he uses it.

There was a knock on his door and he slammed the notebook closed. “Danny?” It was Jazz.

“Yeah?” He called back, shoving both notebooks in the top drawer to be moved later.

“Can I come in?”

He made sure nothing incriminating was out. “Sure!”

The door opened and Jazz stepped into the room, closing the door behind herself and leaning against the mirror. She looked him up and down, moved her appraising gaze around every inch of his room, and then locked eyes with him. “Y’know, not a lot of things surprise me. The way you’ve been acting lately is one of the things that has managed it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you’ve been acting differently for almost three weeks now. You’re doing a damn good job of acting like nothing is different, but you can’t fool me, little brother. I’ve known you for as long as you’ve been here, I’ve been studying psychology since just before then. What’s going on?”

Danny shook his head. “I can’t tell you.”

“Can’t or won’t?” She sighed when he didn’t answer after a few minutes. “Look, Danny, I- You used to tell me everything. Why are you holding back now?”

He didn’t look up from the floor. Jazz had every right to know what was going on. Tucker and Sam knew. Hell, he was even going to tell Damian! Why shouldn’t Jazz know? But, the thought of her getting hurt- it was too much for him. He didn’t want her to get hurt because of this.

Jazz sighed again, running a hand over her hair. “You know you can trust me, right?”

“Yes.” he nodded.

“Then tell me. Please.”

He shook his head. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

She groaned in frustration. “Not telling me is going to do more damage than telling me. I can keep your secrets, DD, I always have.”

She was right, of course. For as long as he’d known her, Jazz had kept every piece of information to herself unless he said otherwise. She still didn’t know about what he came from or what he was born to do. She didn’t know what his father and brother and their family did at night. She didn’t even know he’d been in the lab when the portal turned on! Jazz had every right to know what was going on, but he couldn’t find the words. “I’m sorry.”

Jazz pushed off the door, turning away and opening it. “Come and find me when you’re ready to talk.” Then, she walked out and closed the door behind her.

Danny slumped, hitting his forehead on his desk. He could hear Jazz go into her own room shutting the door behind herself before flopping onto her bed. He stopped listening then, manually forcing his now enhanced hearing to focus anywhere else but his sister’s room.

He found himself listening to the faint sounds from the basement lab. Unlike if they had been on the second or main floors, his parent’s voices were like whispers to him through the material of the lab and the house, though he could still make out every word.

“-apart molecule by molecule!” his dad was saying.

“Calm down, honey,” mom stated kindly. He could practically see her putting a hand on Jack’s arm. “We’ll catch the ghost boy eventually.”

Ghost boy..? Were they talking about him?

Jack sighed. “I know, but it’s the only one we’ve seen!” There was a noise of something falling. “Did you get the cameras in place?”

“Yep!” Maddie had a smile in her voice, “We now have round the clock recording on the portal. Now, we’ll know exactly what comes through and when.”

“Perfect!” Dad cheered, “I’ve just finished the Fenton Thermos. As soon as we see any ghosts, we can suck them right up and bring them back to be studied.”

Shit. That wasn’t good. His parents having a way to capture him and other ghosts was not a good thing. Though, if he could get his hands on one of those, it’d be useful for making sure his opponents didn’t get away to start trouble after every fight.

He still didn’t know where La Dame Du Déjeuner or Le Chasseur had gone off to, though he had the feeling they had gone back through the portal. He couldn’t be sure, though.

Danny forced his hearing away from the lab. He really didn’t want to listen to his parents talk about how they were going to ‘study’ ghosts. Especially since a lot of what they were saying was against the Geneva Convention.

Instead, he focused on the picture he had started working on. He’d been trying to get his left hand back to what it was handwriting wise, but it was proving to be a lot more difficult than he originally anticipated. The nerves in his hand and arm were fried, so he had little to no feeling, and what feeling he did have was only in extreme circumstances like extreme hot or cold. Moving them felt like learning how to walk, but somehow worse. His brain was sending signals to the muscles to move, and they did, and he could see them moving, but it did nothing because he couldn’t feel what he was touching.

Enhanced strength was one of the powers that decided to bleed over into his living form. This wasn’t a problem until he had to use his left arm or hand. Because he couldn’t feel anything, he didn’t know how strong he was gripping things until it either shattered/bent in his hand or they slipped through his fingers. It was hard to get control of and people were starting to notice.

Going to physical therapy would be a good thing, but he didn’t have the money for that. He could ask his parents, but he didn’t want them to know anything about this. Asking Mr. Jeremy was out of the question, so was asking Jazz or Mr. and Mrs. Foley. So, he was doing things on his own.

The lack of progress was infuriating, though. He was used to fast results in everything! Even the things that he was bad at, he improved very quickly. Grandfather and Mother had praised him for learning so fast. The rate at which he was going was disappointing to even himself.

He wanted to wield his knives again and work his way back into wielding his katana, but he couldn’t even write his name, let alone safely hold a blade! He mourned at the thought of the possibility of never being able to use his blades because he’d gotten so hurt.

His sight was the second thing he was most frustrated about. He hated not being able to see clearly. Sure, his right eye still held perfect vision, but now he had a huge blindspot - don’t laugh - on his left side that he had to overcompensate for.

His balance was the third thing that was off. It’d been quicker progress to learn to rebalance himself, but he kept stumbling over his own feet. The flight that bleed over from his dead form was his only saving grace. The combat style he’d been taught relied on mobility, balance, speed, and stealth. Right now, he was down on all of those.

The enhancements that bleed between his living and dead forms had been all that was saving him from breaking down completely. The enhanced hearing helped out with his balance, but it was still mostly focused on his right side. Everything through his left ear sounded like it was underwater and twelve layers of wood.

The enhanced sight was met with much the same results, though everything he saw with his left eye was about half less blurry. He was looking into glasses for his living form, but he didn’t yet know how he’d excuse them.

Again, though, the enhanced strength was more of a problem than not.

Danny slammed his head against the table before standing up and leaving his room. He wasn’t going to tell Jazz everything, but he needed help. He was struggling and, admittedly, exactly one more failure from a mental breakdown.

He knocked on her door a bit louder than he meant to and waited for her to allow him in. When she did, he made sure he was extra careful with his new strength as he opened the door and closed it behind himself. There was no sound after the soft click of the door closing.

“Well?” she prompted.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t want to tell you because you’d get hurt or you would’ve blamed yourself and I really didn’t want-”

“Whoa, slow down, Danny!” she sat up, “Take a deep breath and try again.”

He did as she said, sitting on the floor in front of her. “I was in the lab when the portal turned on.” She didn’t react, so he continued. “Sam and Tucker wanted to see it, and Sam wanted a picture, so, against my better judgment, I took them down to see it. Sam wanted me in the portal for the picture, so I went in, but I tripped and I-I hit the, um, the button on the inside and it turned on.” He fell quiet.

Jazz moved slowly to join him on the floor. She sat next to him and pulled him into a hug. “Oh, Danny, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s, uh, it’s okay. It was my fault anyway. And don’t say it wasn’t! Mr. Jeremy gave me the whole spiel at the hospital and I really don’t wanna hear it again.”

“The hospital?!” she shrieked.

He cringed. “Yeah, um, a lot of electricity decided to use me as a shortcut. It hurt, like, a lot. The doctor said that the hearing and sight loss in my left ear and eye are permanent. She also said that I’d have chronic pain in my left hand and arm for the rest of my life, as well as nerve damage. It’s unlikely I’ll ever regain the feeling.”

Jazz had been quiet through his whole report, dragging it out for a few minutes after as she filed the information away in her head. He could practically hear the cogs turning. She inhaled deeply. “How did you pay for the hospital visit?”

“Mr. Jeremy- Sam’s dad. She told them I was hurt and that I couldn’t pay, so her dad took me to the hospital. He even got me the stuff that the doctor recommended. Minus pain meds, but that’s because he’s not my guardian.”

She nodded. “I’ll have to thank him later. What do you want me to do?”

She was good about that, making sure he wanted her to do something instead of just assuming. It was nice. “I need help with the physio. I can’t feel how much strength I’m using, so I keep breaking or dropping things. Also, my balance is shot, so hearing aids and glasses should be a bit of a priority.”

“Got it,” she said, “I don’t know how much of that I can do right now, but I can promise glasses as a start. Is that okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah, that’s good. Thank you.”

“No problem, brat. Though, next time, don’t try to hide something this serious from me, okay? I can and want to help you, but I can only do so much if you don’t tell me. Understand?”

“Understood, General.”

“Shut up, loser.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

*

Three weeks of crazy adventures later found Danny home alone when the doorbell rings. Jazz was at the library and his parents had gone ghost hunting, though there were no ghosts out to hunt. He’d already found all of the ones who’d been wreaking havoc, and the peaceful ones - mostly animals and blobs - all knew to hide from the brightly colored HAZMAT suits.

Danny went to answer the door, the compression sleeve on his left arm and a brand new pair of glasses on his face. When he opened the door, he was greeted by three men in white suits and black sunglasses, a fourth was waiting by the white van that had been parked in the driveway. “Can I help you?” he asked.

“This the Fenton place?” the guy in the front - Agent T4, his nametag read - asked. His voice alone sounded privileged and Danny instantly hated him.

He leaned out of the door a bit, obviously looking up at the massive sign that said FENTONWORKS in big letters. “Yeah,” He put his foot in the way of the door so that it couldn’t open more than he allowed it to.

Agent T4 nodded. “We need to talk to the Doctors. Are they here?”

Danny made a small show of looking at the driveway. They didn’t have a garage, so there was nowhere else for a car to be parked. “No.”

“When will they be back?” The man was obviously getting irritated with him. It was fun. Why did they have such a short tempered guy doing the talking?

“I dunno.” he shrugged. “Sometime before tomorrow, probably.”

“Don’t get smart with me, kid.” the man in white growled.

Danny wasn’t phased. “I don’t know when they’ll be home. Could be a few minutes, could be a few hours. Can I take a message?”

The man snarled. “No, you can not! When will the Doctors be home?”

Now Danny was getting irritated, though he hid it way better than these guys did. “They’re not home.” he over enunciated each word with an exaggerated mouth movement, “Come back later, or leave a message with me.” He crossed his arms. “Can your toddler brain understand that, or do I need to dumb it down for you?”

“Why you-”

Danny leaned back, “Assaulting a minor? I could call the cops on you and have you taken in for aggravated assault.” He reached for the phone in his pocket. “Actually, I might just call them anyway and you all can be arrested for trespassing.”

“Okay, okay,” Agent T2 held up his hands in surrender, T3 grabbing T4 by the back of his shirt. “We get the picture; we’ll leave now.”

Danny raised his eyebrow. Did they? Did they really understand what was happening?

“Sorry to bother you.” T2 pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to Danny. “Will you have your parents give us a call when they get home?”

He took the card. “I’ll tell them, but I can’t promise anything.”

“That’s all I ask.”

He didn’t bid the men goodbye before closing the door in their faces. He did, though, watch from the window to make sure they’d leave. When they’d turned the corner, he reopened the door and stepped out. He’d needed to get up and get the mail anyway.

He hadn’t gotten his hopes up, checking for a letter from Damian mostly out of habit, so when the third letter in the pile had his name on it, he allowed himself to grin. Damian had written back!

He wasted no time in dropping the rest of the mail on the kitchen table and rushing to his room. The second he sat in his chair, he ripped the envelope open. The paper inside made him frown and drop the paper. It was the bill for the P.O. box.

With a heavy sigh, he collapsed onto his bed, face first. Damn it.

Translation 1 - French: The Lunch Lady

Translation 2 - French: The Hunter

Translation 3 - French: Half Living, Half Dead … The Phantom

Part 7 Part 9

[littlefankingdom]

The Batman fandom infantilizing a near 30 years old white man taking in a child, saying he was a brother more than a father as if he wasn't a full grown adult taking in a child he could have birthed, but parentifying a brown young adult taking in his brother pre-teen for less than a year, saying he was a father more than a brother (only a year is barely enough but ok), or saying he was more a father to his other brothers than Bruce, when he met them when he was 18 and 21 is making me uncomfortable, ngl.

Like, Bruce is a "kid" when he became Dick's guardian when he canonically was over 25 (he started being Batman at 25), and a brother to him when he raised him for 10 years (and Dick probably has not many memories from before Bruce now), but Dick is a "father" to Damian he only had as his charge for less than a year, half of which they were fighting each others??? Make it make sense???

[nanaxwii]

8 letters.... - Lee Jeno

Pairing: Jeno x reader

Synopsis: Why do all good stories come to an end? Why don't we try to make it work? It just takes 8 letters to fix it all, or does it...? Well in this case.......read more

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1.3k

Why do I pull you close and then ask you for space.....!?

3 years ago Jeno met this one girl, Y/n, the kindest soul he has ever met. They started as colleagues but soon it escalated to an ever so beautiful relationship. She knows him the best, she's seen him in his worst times, seen him hurt but never judged him for anything. It was the scariest feeling for Jeno. His past never bothered her. It was scary, scary to the point that he'd distance himself from her. But it wasn't a problem for Y/n. She knows him better than anyone, even better than Jeno himself does.

Jeno's been trying to meet up with you to talk about how he feels about you and your relationship for quite some time now. But every time he thinks of talking to you, it scares him, maybe you'll leave him like the last one did. Finally, he mustered up enough courage to ask you to meet.

Jeno: Hey

Y/n: Hello!! what's up

Jeno: Can we meet?

Y/n: Suree :) lmk where

Jeno: dw about that I'll pick you up at around 7

Y/n: okie I'll be ready :D

Jeno's nervousness increased as the time approached 7. He left his apartment and drove up to Y/n's place to pick her up. She was already waiting at her door for Jeno to arrive. Jeno was mesmerized when he saw her. She looks pretty, she always does, he thought. Upon seeing Jeno, Y/n walked down the pavement and got into the car, greeted him, "Heyy"

''Hi", Jeno responded with a faint smile. "You look pretty'', he said.

The small comment made your heart flutter. You muttered a small thank you. He started the engine of the car and drove it to your destination. The ride was silent, which in a way was comforting to you and probably to Jeno too.

'La Mercerie', the sign read. After about 15 minutes you reached the restaurant, the restaurant where you had your first date with him. Jeno had booked a table for yourselves. From your seat, you had a great view of the city, the city that never sleeps.

You placed your order and were waiting for it to arrive. In the meantime, both Jeno and you caught up on each other's days, about how your boss was giving both of you a hard time. While you were chatting, the food arrived.

You had noticed how Jeno was being awkward and avoiding eye contact with you. He seemed nervous, nervous as if he had something on his mind that was bothering him. It concerned you because you've never seen him like this. It was the complete opposite of his usual self.

"Jeno?", "Hmm?", "Are you okay?" It took a few seconds for him to reply, "Yes, why'd you ask?" You decided not to press on it. "Oh no, it's nothing," you replied. But what you didn't know was that he was indeed not okay.

After your meal, Jeno paid for it and you left the restaurant. On your way out Jeno asked, ''Hey, do you want to go to the park near the lake? There's a fireworks display by the lake". Jeno knew you loved watching fireworks, "Sure", you answered.

It was a 5-minute walk to the park. The lake was clearly visible from there. There were a few food stalls by the lake. Jeno ran up to one of those to get you an ice cream; cookies & cream, your favourite flavour. Both of you sat on a bench to enjoy the ice cream and the beautiful, calm night.

"The show is about to start, let's go," he said, taking your hand in his and walking towards the lake. The air was cold by the lake. The lake felt serene, adorned with the reflection of the beautiful skyline. It was very peaceful.

The fireworks display started soon after. The fireworks rocketed up into the sky, the burning light turning the dark night bright, or maybe even turning some clouded hearts clear.

"Isn't it pretty!", you whisper, "Very", Jeno answers while looking at you. He was mesmerized by how the sparkling fireworks shone in your already shiny eyes. It made you look even prettier, prettier than you already were.

"Y/n, I need to get something off my chest". The soft, cold breeze made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You turned your attention to him. Those pretty eyes, staring into yours, it seemed like they had a lot to say.

"You know how we've been together for almost 3 years now. I want to thank you for sticking by my side in all my good and bad days. Thank you for not judging me for my past. Thank you for always helping me overcome my fears."

For some reason, his words made you feel jittery inside.

"My past relationship ended on a bad note, which made me unable to trust and depend on someone easily."

He was slightly shaking, maybe it was the wind or maybe the nervousness. You took his large hands in your petite ones and squeezed them in an attempt to calm him.

"Y/n, I'm really sorry for always pulling you close when I'm in need and then pushing you away. I'm sorry for not treating you well like you should be. I don't feel like I deserve you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

You pulled Jeno into a hug. You reassured him, saying, "You treat me so we'll Jeno, you too were there for me when I needed comfort, when I needed someone to hold on to, when I needed you. I understand that you need space sometimes, everyone does. You shouldn't think of yourself that way. It's normal for you to require time to trust someone after how your last relationship ended. I'm fine to be by your side when you need me and I'm fine with giving you space that you need.'' Jeno felt tears wet his flushed cheeks.

The fireworks show ended a long time ago, you didn't even notice, nor did Jeno. He wiped his tears off and took your hands in his. He pulled you closer, looked into your now moist eyes and said, " You know, when your hands are in mine, it's like I'm whole again. Maybe it's a sign for me to speak what's on my mind."

You looked into his eyes which seemed to have calmed down a little. "I've said those words before, but it always felt like a lie. It felt like I was lying to myself and also to you. You deserve to hear those words a thousand times. I don't know why but it was always so hard for me to say those words. It's just 8 letters but why is it so hard to say. I ask that to myself every night and fall asleep without finding an answer. But maybe today I found the answer.''

He stared into your curious eyes. "Y/n, maybe through this journey of me pulling and pushing you away, I might have found the answer to my question." You felt tears threatening to spill.

"I love you", he said, "And this time for real. I've realised how important you are to me. Thank you for always being with me, by my side." You pulled him into a hug, nuzzling into his neck and mumbling an I love you back.

Suddenly it started raining. Like always, it didn't bother you, and this time it didn't bother Jeno too. Both lost in your own world, in the warmth of each other's arms.

Maybe speaking your heart out, maybe saying those 8 letters sincerely does fix things, maybe it does make people stronger, maybe it does make the bonds last longer. Maybe the 8 letters do pull people close.

-The end

note: thank you for reading. Idk how this turned out. I tried to write a fic for the first time. Lmk if there's a typo or such ;) and thank you @winwintea for helping me through \^o^/

[tinesleftnipple]

Episode 9 is Wei zhiyuan's love letter to Wei qian.

"I can't control my heart from loving you"

"I won't shy away from confessing to you"

"I wish the last thing I saw in life was you"

"I will die so you can live. I love you"

"You define my entire being"