#I Dont Know How

[corkinavoid]

For @ladydoptera, to 'Pomegranate Lips' by Derivakat,

DPxDC Get a Taste

"Password?"

Tim swallows. The eyes in the narrow window of the metal door are plenty familiar, dark violet with black makeup. But knowing who is on the other side doesn't help him in the slightest.

"Going ghost," he says, keeping his voice low. The window slides back shut with a snap - metal over metal, Tim's ears hurt - and then, there's a click, a snap, and the door opens.

A girl in a creatively ruined but still somehow stylish gothic lolita dress is standing in front of him. She looks taller than usual, and when Tim looks down, he knows why - those platforms must be at least four inches, how does she even walk in those?

"Welcome, McFly," Sam's dark red lips curve in a smirk that looks just a bit too smug on her. Also, to this day, Tim has no idea why she picked that nickname for him.

He steps inside, and the heavy door slams shut behind him, leaving them both in complete darkness. Or, Tim thought so until he looks a little closer and notices how Sam's violet eyes are faintly glowing - not enough to light the way, but enough to raise a few questions.

Questions that Tim is not going to ask.

Yet.

"Follow me," the girl says, her voice on the brink between annoyed and amused, and starts walking away through the narrow hall. Tim does his best to follow; his eyes are adjusting to the darkness, albeit slowly.

However, the walk doesn't last long - ten or so steps later Sam pushes another door, and-

The closest thing Tim can describe it as is a rave, of all things. Loud, rhythmic music that thrums through his whole body, strobes and bright green lights everywhere, and people, hundreds of them, dressed in all kinds of things. Tim freezes in the doorway, struggling to take in the sight.

A woman in a Victorian dress is dancing with what looks to be a werewolf in prison robes. A child just threw a one-eyed parrot at a man in a black tie suit. A knight of plated armor is waving a sword around, seemingly arguing with-

"Keep your mouth closed," Sam's finger taps his chin from below, and Tim shuts it back closed with a snap. Right, he's got no time to gawk, he is here on a mission. But, when he looks back to Sam, his mind comes to a screeching halt yet again.

"How'd you-" he starts, looking at how the girl's skin, usually pale and almost white, is glittering with small lines of blood red runes. They are not tattoos, or at least Tim doesn't think so because they move, like tiny snakes or vines over her skin.

"Nope, not answering," Sam clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes, her perfectly sharp eyeliner getting a deep, dark red hint as well, "I don't owe you shit."

With that, she turns around and starts weaving through the crowd, leaving Tim no choice but to follow.

The music is nearly crushing his eardrums. The crowd should feel suffocating - Tim knows it usually does in places like these - but somehow it doesn't. What's more, it feels cold. So cold, in fact, that goosebumps run over Tim's skin.

However, just as he feels like they are completely lost in this freezing, neverending sea of faces and figures, Sam stops. Tim almost runs into her back, actually, but, just as he is about to ask her why, she steps to the side and gestures for Tim to go ahead.

And Tim... Tim can't move a muscle.

There's a corner booth in front of him, with red velvet seats and more than a few dozen drinks, empty and full, on the table in the middle. Some of the liquids are glowing toxic, unnatural colors, and in the back corner of his mind, Tim still remembers why he's here. He is investigating, right. Which includes meeting the owner of 'Afterlife' face to face, yeah. Something about a new drug on the streets of Gotham, probably.

Tim can't concentrate.

The guy lazily sitting at the table, with hair so white that it's nearly glowing and his pale skin shimmering with highlighter on his cheekbones, causes Tim's mind to completely bluescreen. Because the unbuttoned black suit with embroidered stars and an open white shirt underneath, the neon blue, faintly glowing cold eyes, and blood red lips stretched in a dangerous smile - that's thankfully is not directed at him - are all... Too much.

Not blood red, actually. It's a different color, but Tim can't remember the name.

He can barely remember his own name, to be honest.

"Oi, Danny," Sam snaps her fingers in the air, and the ethereal being blinks, tearing his unblinking gaze away from the man in a white suit sitting across from him to look at her. Then, his eyes slide to Tim, and, okay, he thought he was well past the gay panic stage of his life, but apparently not.

The guy - the god? because only divine fucking things have the right to look so otherworldly pretty, in Tim's opinion - tilts his head to the side slightly, a curious edge to him. And then he smiles, nice and a little sly, but Tim can't shake off the feeling of sharp danger that runs through his spine.

Pomegranate, that's the color.

Bite it once, and you will never leave the Underworld.

"Can I help you, little bird of crimson color?" The ethereal owner of the most mysterious place in Gotham asks without raising his voice, and yet Tim can hear him despite the loud music around.

...Maybe he doesn't mind never leaving, if he can get a taste.

~•~•~•~

When I put that song on for the first time, I was like, that's Sam. That's so Sam. But then I started writing, and things got weird, so it's both Sam and Danny now.

Tim is so gone, I'm sorry, RIP Tim. Funny thing is, he barely said a single word throughout the whole piece.

[rosvyy]

Canary Autopsy

not much meaning now since he decided to not be first anymore smg BUT HURRAH!!! JIMMY!!!

[aethismantis]

[pumpkster]

[oifaaa]

If I payed you a buck per ask, would you answer all of them

If you pay me £3032 I will answer every single ask I've ever got

[piosplayhouse]

The tgcf live action isn't out yet because they're still trying to teach Jeremy Fragrance to speak Chinese so he can play pei ming

[yanderespamton78]

im never gonna escape the undertale/deltarune brainrot am i. im not. im trapped here forever. in the depths of insanity

[briarmae]

I have autism and I'm touch repulsed.

My sense of touch is super sensitive. (Even though I have a pretty high pain tolerance, idk.) I base all my clothing choices first and foremost on how it feels against my skin.

Human touch is... awful. Skin to skin is even worse. If it's one of "my people," I can tolerate it. They now know that I prefer not to hug, and they wait for me to offer, or in rare cases, ask for one.

Crowds? I take anxiety meds and actively dissociate. Handshakes? Dissociate. People touch me without permission? Try not to punch them.

My family was fairly tactile growing up. They loved tickling. I would literally collapse on the floor crying. It was too much; it didn't feel like fun or whatever it is that people like about tickling. It felt more like pain.

I've tried explaining what it's like to people who are not touch repulsed. People on here will probably get it better.

Let's see... touching people makes me want to claw my skin off (it's somehow even worse if there's skin contact). Even when it feels less extreme, my skin is still crawling. I am constantly aware of every part of me that is touching someone else. It's too much, and then I get agitated on top of it.

Being touch repulsed with autism probably has a lot to do with me being asexual. I'm fine reading about sex (sometimes I even enjoy smut), I'm pretty uncomfortable watching sex in media, but the idea of ME touching another person, let alone naked... gross. Just gross.

[devil-acid]

Life update

Im to poor to afford therapy so I decided to do my own therapy when im about to end it all because of homework

[alienboijishua]

What love?

dallon posted my art in his ig stories omfg

[chenyuvale]

baizuc winter headcannons NOW

hello beloved mutual ily/p muchly for this

💚🐍🌱baizhluc in the winter❤🦉🔥

>diluc gets sick at least once a year and its usually because of winter. he's not one to last very long in the cold anyways (he would prefer to forget how long he was sick after visiting snezhnaya all those years ago)((theres a fic abt this in the works, how this is where he met baizhu))

>baizhus always making tea, not only for diluc but also his patients who may be getting small colds in the winter, come the winter months baizhu just has more tea to offer than usual

>diluc is miserable when hes sick; hes a terrible stubborn paitent, changsheng constantly yells at him for it and adelinde usually treats him with only mediocre medicine and not The Best medicine so now after baizhu, all adelinde can do is offer him some hot chocolate at home when hes less sickly

>qiqi loves the winter, even if snow in liyue is a rare sight; shes the happiest in colder areas so visiting dragonspine or just seeing snow in mondstadt, she has this particular sparkle in her eyes that diluc picks up on, and because of this he starts liking winter again.

>on that note diluc used to like winter as a child; getting in snowball fights with kaeya, jean barbara and thoma but when he became a knight at such a young age he started to dislike the snow as it was more of a hindrance than anything else and he yearned for the times he could just. have a snowball fight (and ever since his 18th he hasn't really cared to have a strong opinion on snow anymore)

>baizhu on the other hand thinks snow is Oh So Pretty. the way it shines and sparkles in the sun, or really in the night. the way its physically quieter when theres snow on the ground, the fun activities to enjoy with snow baizhu loves it muchly. again i dont think liyue gets snow all that often (tbf neither does mond but mond gets a little more snow than liyue) so when baizhus visiting diluc and its a winter month; he will have the accidental habit of just watching the various mondstadt kids outside play in the snow in awe. the joy on someones face is one of baizhu's favorite things. baizhu loves snow he always will

>aside from staying away from it himself (because of changsheng) though, baizhu interacting with snow personally is almost nothing. he doesnt really like how it feels but he Does like watching it fall. He's the one out of the two of them that will just. open his mouth while its snowing and try to catch a snowflake on his tongue (diluc nudges his shoulder as hes trying to catch one and the two laugh at each other)

>in especially colder months; baizhu and diluc already have the year-round habit of cuddling Constantly, but when colder they will have a couple of extra blankets (it does get easily too warm for baizhu though; theres a handful of times where baizhu readjusts his cuddle pile and leaves the blanket burrito that is diluc a little bit alone so baizhu doesnt overheat) (diluc on the other hand. warm blooded freak)

>adelinde sometimes makes sweaters for diluc (and kaeya) ever since they were little; so she started wanting to make one for baizhu as well since baizhu's been more and more familiar with the winery and she sees no reason not to. However. adelindes ability to knit is. not the greatest and her aesthetic choices are also not the greatest.... so no matter what she ends up making for baizhu; he almost never keeps it.. he'll give it away to some feverish kids, or gives it to diluc who also really doesnt have a use for all of adelindes sweaters hes collected over the years.

>diluc keeps adelinde's sweaters, not to use them because well, again they arent his aesthetic choice either, but because they keep track of how much hes grown up with adelinde. she's his pseudo-mother-figure. and he wouldnt trade anything for that, he highly respects her and well he needs to.

>similarly changsheng is the closest thing baizhu will get to that as well; but changsheng cant really do much in the winter as she is a snake. and passes out in the cold. (realistically she'd Die. but i think she only sleeps bc of her adpetus past) ((have i mentioned i adore changsheng) she rests in bubu pharmacy while baizhu visits diluc in the winter. she would prefer to be with qiqi than with diluc.

>i dont think teyvat really has. christmas? at least most of it so its not such a huge thing there as it is here But because of how Christian Culture is prominent in mondstat specifically; diluc (and most of mond) do have the gift giving habit during december 24-25th, so he does try his best to think of gift ideas for baizhu and qiqi and even gui and changsheng. but hes honestly kind of bad at it and i could write a fic on this one if prompted.

[mis-n-the-unwise]

Idk about anything else but I know that Trials of Apollo will be adapted into an Anime

[celluzu]

Do you guys think the reveal that the Federation has some sort of control over time has to do with the "170.0" on today's daily post

[aethismantis]

My guys playing backgammon

[lenny-zesty]

convinced my therapist to watch murder drones