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[indonetgroup]

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[qrichas]

btw! from twitter, some context from qforever and qcellbits convo

[huntquinlan]

wait hold on this had me dying laughing it was the worst take i’ve seen on here so far. not properly tagged of course so it wasn’t blocked 🙄

it went something like: people who ship elucien support arranged marriages and the “nice guy” mentality IRL and thus are violating girl code or whatever😭😭😭

[salt-baby]

I just sent my accommodation requests to my professors for this academic year and I felt this gut punch of dread and shame and fear. I’ve had so many bad experiences with disclosing my disability to professors that I always have this reaction. I hate it…

I totally get it. I'm actually procrastinating mine right now...

It's always so uncomfortable to write an email to a professor that's basically "Hi! I'm disabled!" and have that be your first introduction. I've also had some really bad experiences with professors and my accommodations in the past, and because of that, sending these emails out always feels like a mountain of a task.

It really makes me think about that part of Jay Dolmage's book Academic Ableism, where they point out just how much of this process is forced onto the students - we have to know what accommodations to request without being told what the options are, and we have to facilitate our accommodations getting signed off on and fulfilled every semester.

Sometimes it can make me a little melancholy how much extra labor, not to even mention the emotional labor, we as disabled students have to go through just to sit in the classroom.

[incomingalbatross]

I guess he did have a knowledge given he spent 30 years in Ireland and his wife fully converted to Catholicism a few years after Dracula. But not intimate knowledge.

Those do definitely seem like indicators he would have been exposed to knowledge of the Eucharist. (I didn't know that about his wife!) But just going by the text of Dracula, either Bram Stoker did not have any real understanding of the Catholic doctrine of the True Presence, or he was willfully ignoring it. I tend to assume the first—it's something that it's very easy to pick up a watered-down version of, if (as you say) you have no intimate knowledge of the subject.

[peninkwrites]

Hear no evil. See no evil. Speak no evil. - Ch 3 of ?

Tubbo isn't listened to and is unable to listen in turn. Ranboo hopes his blindness isn't blinding him to everything. Tommy talks a lot.

[CW: c!dream, briefly. sorry. and bits of exile arc, so implied abuse]

crossposted to ao3

Ch 1

Ch 2

Ch 4

It’s chaos.  Tubbo had a hard time following what had happened.  It was easier at first, Tubbo messaging Dream in chat.  Dream had been angry, he had built a wall around New L’Manberg.  Quackity had been panicked and outraged, talking to Tubbo, signing hastily and with a severely limited vocabulary, until giving up and typing a few furious messages to Tubbo as Dream lurked outside and continued to build the wall, before snapping and adding some shouting at Dream to the chat as well.

“You need to calm down, Big Q–” Tubbo tried to stop him, unable to understand Quackity’s stream of frustration as he continued to shout in Dream’s direction.

Quackity turned to him, shouting something in his face and Tubbo remains calm.  He always remains calm.  “There’s got to be a peaceful resolution to this, whatever you’re saying right now, you need to stop and take a breath, we’re having a cabinet meeting later.”

People kept on joining in on their conversation.  Karl, and then George, and Tubbo was stuck knowing they were talking, and having no clue what any of them were saying.  It’s exhausting.

“Everyone just be quiet!  I just need to speak to Big Q, just give me a second,” Tubbo eventually shouts over them, and he hopes that they listen.  Quackity at least does, no longer shouting and instead looking at him intently.  Tubbo wants to offer reassurance, to offer a plan, but the truth of it is, “I have no idea what’s going on.  Um, what did George and Karl say?  Do they– Do they know what’s happening?”  Tubbo hates how helpless he has become.

Quackity starts to talk to him, irritated and still erratic and clearly not thinking straight.

“Big Q!” Tubbo shouts at him, frustration going.  “I– I can’t understand you,” Tubbo almost wants to cry.  He refuses.

Quackity at least looks apologetic as he types.

Quackity whispers to you: Tommy did something apparently and George is pissed about it that’s why Dream is doing this shit

“Okay, okay,” Tubbo processes this.  “Well, there’s got to be some way we can resolve this without any bloodshed.”

Quackity mutters something and takes a step in Dream’s direction.  Tubbo can guess.

“Big Q, you need to stay calm!” Tubbo reaches out a hand to stop him.

Quackity keeps shouting.

“I swear to god, Big Q, if you don’t have the decency to at least type what sort of insubordination you’re insisting on– this is getting absolutely ridiculous!  I don’t understand!” Tubbo shouts back.

That seems to snap Quackity out of it a bit, turning back to Tubbo, rage muted by a hint of guilt.

Quackity whispers to you: sorry.

Quackity whispers to you: fuck I just wanna kill him

“I know, Big Q.  I know, but let’s just get our bearings first.”

<GeorgeNotFound> TommyInnit

<GeorgeNotFound> DID YOU BURN MY HOUSE

Well, that’s one mystery solved.

<TommyInnit> No

“We need to speak to Tommy.”

Quackity is shouting something else.  Tubbo doesn’t even bother trying to get him to actually communicate.  They’ll find Tommy, Tommy will explain, and Tubbo will have his translator back.

Tommy arrives, already a stream of words, panicked and laughing nervously, but not signing.

“Jesus Christ, Tommy, are you talking to me or not?!” Tubbo shouts.

Tommy slows down, hands shaky and fumbling as he signs. “Not me. Not me. Not me.”  Tubbo glances at Tommy’s lips and thinks it might have actually been “it wasn’t me,” but he’s not totally sure.

“Tommy, shut up!  Come here to the camarvan, we’re having a meeting,” Tubbo says.

Tommy mutters something sarcastic in reply, Tubbo guesses something like, “first he asks me to sign then he asks me to shut up!”

They continue to wait, and Tubbo can see Tommy continuing to chat up a storm, a slew of words Tubbo cannot understand.

“Tommy, I want you to give me a one word answer, a– a nod.  Did you do this?  Yes or no,” Tubbo asks firmly.

And Tommy keeps fucking talking.  He shrugs, then he starts to shake his head before apparently second guessing himself.  He won’t give Tubbo a straight answer, and he won’t even spew his bullshit in a way Tubbo will understand.  Tubbo feels disappointed, but not surprised.

They meet with Fundy, and Tubbo is sure to start talking before they can push on without him.

“Okay!  Dream has built walls around L’Manberg, which is obviously not okay, and he’s claiming that all treaties are void since we overthrew the government the treaties were made with,” Tubbo pauses, he sees Quackity open his mouth and continues on quickly. “However, I do not believe this was done without motive.  I feel like someone in this room has done something, okay?  Because we are the people in power, and if Dream wants to hurt L’Manberg, he’d hurt us.”

Nods of assent almost reassures him.  “Tommy, you can no longer just talk as much as you want and argue with me like this is a game.  I literally cannot understand you, so I need you to be honest with me.  Did you do this?”

Tommy shakes his head, and Tubbo sees him say “no,” and Tubbo knows that no one here believes him.  He doesn’t want to count himself among them, but that’s the truth of it.  He thinks Tommy has done this, despite the risks.

“Right, I think we should try to talk to Dream.  Tommy, can I trust you to be my translator?”

Tommy nods, and Tubbo looks into the eyes of his best friend, and at least on this account finds he can believe him.

That doesn’t stop Tommy from running ahead, from demanding Dream talk in the chat and running for the wall.  Tubbo cuts him off, pushing him back.

“Tommy, stay beside me.  I want you to translate.  That is all I want you to do, can you do this for me?”

Tommy scowls, signing hastily, “I can talk to him.  I can fix this.”

“I think you’ll do more harm than good, Tommy.  As your president, I’m telling you to stand down.”

That order holds for all of thirty seconds.

“Dream, I’d like to start by pointing attention to the elephant in the room,” he nods to the obsidian walls.  “Being the massive obsidian borders you’ve put up around L’manberg.  I’d like to know if there was any motive?”

Tubbo waits for Dream to reply, and realizes he could already be talking, and he looks to Tommy.

Tommy scowls, but signs, “trying to help.”

Tubbo frowns.  “Tommy, I already told you, you cannot help with this besides translating–”

Tommy shakes his head sharply.  “Dickhead says built walls to help.”

“Dream, you built the walls to be helpful?  I… I don’t see how this is helpful,” Tubbo glances from Dream back to Tommy, who is staring at Dream with rapt attention, looking mildly baffled.  His hands are raised in front of him, as if ready to sign, but he doesn’t yet.

Eventually, Tommy scoffs.  “Bullshit.”

“I don’t think that’s what he said, Tommy.”

“What it is.  Bullshit.”

Tubbo sighs, and turns to Quackity.  “Big Q, could you give it a shot?”

Quackity looks hopelessly between Tubbo and Dream.  He shrugs, and Tubbo guesses what he says is something like “I don’t know how.”

“Christ, Tommy, can you just do this one thing for me?!”

Tommy scowls, but he goes to his comm.

<TommyInnit> dont know how to make alot of the words. Shit about treaties with the old government not us because we overthrew jschlatt

Tubbo reads it, and frowns.  “Thank you, Tommy.”

Tommy scowls at Dream, who apparently is saying something to him.  Tommy says something snarkily and points to his comm.  Tubbo looks back to Dream, who is now typing.

<Dream> he did not mention the part where you overthrew a democratically elected leader and took the land by force.  So I have no reason to obey those treaties.  You’re a new government

No longer wasting time on words, Dream continues to type.

<Dream> I didn’t really care until Tommy BURNED DOWN George’s house.  George, who is our king, btw.

Tubbo, Fundy, and Quackity, each read this message and turn back to Tommy.  Tubbo can tell Fundy and Quackity are saying something to him, but Tommy just pushes past them and shouts something at Dream.

Dream ignores Tommy, and actually continues typing.  Tubbo can’t help but be grateful.

<Dream> if Tommy is not punished I will expand the walls.

<Dream> I’ll do worse.  You don’t need me to explain more

So it follows.  Quackity shouts at Tommy, and Tubbo ignores him.  He does what he can, and Dream continues amicably by typing in the chat.  Tubbo ignores the rest of it.  He ignores when Tommy even tries signing something to him.  At one point, there’s a pause where apparently Tommy says something he shouldn’t have and Fundy and Quackity shout at him.  At least his other cabinet members have him covered on that front.  It’s still absurdly hard and frustrating to only ever have access to a sliver of the conversation.

Even worse when the enemy apparently is more willing to try and communicate with him than his own cabinet members.

The conclusion, however much Tommy frustrates him, is not what he was hoping for.

Dream whispers to you: my suggestion is that you exile Tommy

“Oh.”

Dream whispers to you: I know you’ll make the right decision

Tubbo doesn’t want to make this decision.  None of this is fair.  He tells the others what Dream has said and arguing ensues.  No one is signing.  Tubbo just lets them.  He can’t bring himself to care, not when there’s this awful weight hanging over him.  He doesn’t want to do this.  And everyone just won’t stop talking.

The exhaustion of it, the pain, it builds to a fever pitch before finally spilling over.

There’s a final meeting to decide Tommy’s fate.  Tommy signs for Tubbo, until he doesn’t.  Until instead, he is waving around a piece of fucking leather like a triumph while Dream shouts back, and Tubbo has no fucking idea what’s going on, because Tommy cannot sign for him when he’s busy waving a piece of leather like it’s going to somehow fix something.

Tubbo had almost talked Dream down to more reasonable terms, and from what Tubbo can grasp, Tommy is ruining it again.

Dream must say something awful, from the way he’s shouting in Tommy’s face, from the way his own friends are looking at him, but all Tubbo can think about is that Tommy gave up on him.  He didn’t trust Tubbo to save him, and apparently he didn’t even care enough to let Tubbo understand whatever plan he’d clearly had.

When it comes down to it, the final day to make a decision, after everyone else had pleaded with him to do what they wanted, only half the time in any way Tubbo could understand, Tubbo doesn’t have a choice.  When he exiles Tommy, he ignores his fellow cabinet members shouting at him, he ignores Tommy’s stricken expression, and he speaks merely to that hollow white mask.

“Dream, please escort Tommy from L’Manberg.”

When Dream drags him away, Tubbo pretends he doesn’t understand, pretends he doesn’t see the very words piercing his heart fall from Tommy’s lips as he stares up at him, eyes wide.

“But… you’re my friend.”

Tubbo doesn’t know for sure that’s what he said.  How could he know?  Tommy didn’t sign it.

~

It takes Ranboo a while to realize there is something painted on Dream’s mask.  It takes even longer for him to dare to ask what.  Things get quieter after Tommy leaves.  Ranboo continues to follow Tubbo, to take notes, and Tubbo continues to do his best.

Ranboo never sees Tubbo grieve, he never hears it either.  Tommy’s absence is set aside, Tubbo instead trying to bury himself in his work, even as his fellow cabinet members do not make that easy for him.  Quackity and Fundy don’t sign, not enough.  If there’s something they don’t know how to sign, they just say it instead.  Tubbo often gets tired of reminding them in the middle of meetings, telling them “if you don’t know how to sign it, just type it in the goddamn chat, come on, man!”

It’s not that they aren’t trying, they are, Quackity especially, but it’s different.  Tubbo and Tommy had worked together to learn how to sign, they were already on the same wavelength, and that made it all easier.  Tommy’s fierce determination to make sure Tubbo could be a part of the conversation had made him, despite his occasional carelessness and absentmindedness, the best person Tubbo could still talk to.  Tubbo misses his best friend, as himself, but also as a translator, even if Tommy had stopped signing toward the end.  He just wishes none of this mess had ever happened.

Ranboo hears this from him, late nights where Ranboo passes along his minutes because otherwise Tubbo would only know half of what’s going on in his own administration.  If it’s late enough, if they’re alone enough, Tubbo would share this frustration.  Ranboo offers to try to learn how to sign, but Tubbo dismisses it.

“Not because I don’t appreciate it, bossman, it’s just… I don’t have the time to teach you right now.  I don’t even have the time to keep up with my own practice, considering there… there isn’t really anyone to sign with other than Phil.  And Quackity, but he knows even less than me, so it’s not like he’s helping me much.”

So Ranboo concedes, and just continues to scribble notes.  Ranboo keeps on thinking about those last days, before Tommy was exiled.  He realizes that Tubbo only knew the half of it.  When Dream had snapped, what Tommy had planned with the leather from Dream’s horse Spirit, and Dream had torn into him, Tubbo hadn’t heard a word of it.  All he’d understood was Dream’s last word, his demand that Tubbo exile Tommy, typed in the chat, because it was the only part Dream cared for Tubbo to understand.  The rest of that malice, that was for Tommy.

Ranboo wonders if Tubbo wants to know what exactly went down that day.  Eventually, he asks a question of his own about it.  Despite a comm arguably being more efficient, Ranboo has continued to scribble into his memory book.  It feels more… personal somehow, more between them than between him and a machine.

what’s on Dream’s mask?

“What?” Tubbo stares in mild puzzlement at the page, glad to be distracted from reading Ranboo’s notes.  “Is there something on it?  It’s not… it’s not blood, is it?” Tubbo says with a hint of panic.

Ranboo quickly shakes his head.

no, I mean the lines or whatever.  I didnt really notice it until

Ranboo hesitates, quill hovering over the page, knowing Tubbo is looking over his shoulder.

until he was shouting at Tommy.

“Oh,” Tubbo frowns.  “It’s… it’s a smiley face.  It’s painted on or something.”

“Oh,” Ranboo says softly, nodding for Tubbo’s benefit.  He feels uneasy.

“Come on, minutes man.  It's late, and Quackity wants to meet tomorrow morning about his... his Butcher Army thing,” Tubbo says wearily.

Tubbo is clearly struggling.  It keeps happening, perhaps even worse now that he’s reluctant to follow along with Quackity’s plan.  There are meetings and planning where Tubbo loses track of the conversation, where Quackity starts arguing with Fundy and forgets to sign, and Tubbo and his authority fall to the wayside.

Ranboo has felt oddly responsible for Tubbo, like he should be there to write down conversations 24/7, but eventually, Tubbo tells him to take a break, so Ranboo looks for Tommy.

Finding the portal in the nether to Logstedshire, as Tommy calls it, was tricky, but he thinks he can remember the pathway relatively well.  The messy patches of cobble and logs leading up to the portal help distinguish it from the endless nether wastes.  He leaves Tommy a note, lurking just to see if he reads it.  For a brief time, things feel fine, not uneasy or worrying.  Ranboo does fall into lava once, but he doesn’t respond to the quick flash of pain before his armor’s enchantments try to mitigate the damage.  Ranboo does not react to pain, or whenever he is startled––which happens relatively often, considering how easy it is for mobs to creep into the corner of his vision––he jumps, but is quick to steady himself.  Not that these things would necessarily lead to tears, but just to be safe, he keeps all of it tamped down.  It's a habit from his younger years, where anything remotely startling could have made him cry.

And he talks to Tommy, who seems to be trying to bottle his emotions as well, with less success.  However hard Tommy tries to keep up his facade of bravado, Ranboo can tell he’s unsteady.

Ranboo continues to write him letters, and gets some in return, but Tommy on the whole seems reluctant to see people.  When he does talk to Ranboo, he sounds… desperate.  His letters still read like the lighthearted, confident version of Tommy he knows, but when Ranboo actually talks to him, it’s different.

Even worse when one day he shows up and he thinks Tommy might look different.

“Are… are your pants torn up?” Ranboo had frowned down at Tommy’s leg, which definitely showing more skin than usual.

“Um, no.  I just… I just rolled up one leg.  To– to therm-o-reg-ulate,” Tommy says mockingly.

“Well… what about… your shirt looks different too,” Ranboo resists the urge to step closer to Tommy.  He can’t tell what it is from here.  He guesses.  “That’s… that’s definitely a hole in your shirt.”

“I’m out in the wilderness, Ranboo!  What do you want from me?  A suit and tie?”

“No, I just…” Ranboo trails off.  He’s probably making Tommy uncomfortable from how scrutinizing he is right now, but it’s not just the torn clothes.  “Oh my gosh, what happened?” Ranboo resists the urge to grab Tommy’s hand, instead just pointing to the dark mark on his wrist.

“What d’you mean?” Tommy holds his wrist protectively close to his chest.  “I told you– it’s– it’s just dirt, Ranboob, so, why don’t you fuck off before I start making comments on your personal hygiene, hm?”

“It’s… it’s dirt,” Ranboo says carefully.

“Yeah!  It’s dirt.  I’m a dirty boy!” Tommy says aloofly.

Ranboo tends to avoid looking at people’s faces, it’s not like he can read their expressions especially well, and it makes him uneasy to think he might be accidentally making eye contact, but now he’s worried.  He looks at Tommy’s face carefully.  He starts to lean in closer, because he can’t quite tell, but he thinks his eye sockets look darker than usual.  Has he not been sleeping?

“Quit staring!” Tommy whines.  “Makin’ me all bashful, man!  I thought you were blind.”

“Not totally,” Ranboo murmurs.  He glances at Tommy once more, but unless he plans on getting in Tommy’s face, he won’t be able to glean anything more.  “Are you being honest with me, Tommy?  You know… it would be really messed up to lie to someone who’s blind,” Ranboo tries.

“I am not lying to you, Ranboo!  I just got some grime on me, and… and my clothes are a bit fucked up, but quit fussin’.  Alright?”

Ranboo tries to gauge for honesty, but if there’s some tell in Tommy’s expression, it isn’t one Ranboo can see, especially on such a sunny day.

“Okay, Tommy.  I believe you, because you’re my friend,” Ranboo tries once more, hoping a little guilt would make Tommy tell him if there’s something seriously wrong.

“Thanks, Ranboo,” Tommy says softly.  Now he sounds sincere.  “I’d tell you, man.  I’d tell you if I was in trouble.”

A pause, and Ranboo finds he believes him.  It's just dirt.  It has to be.  “Okay.”

“Um, either way, I think– I think you should get going, ‘cause Dream is gonna come soon, so, I’d– I’d rather space out my limited friend time!  You should… you should come when he’s not here, alright?” Tommy asks, and Ranboo definitely hears some anxiety in his voice.

“If you want me to go, okay,” Ranboo says.  He wants to say more.  He wants to get close enough to see if it really is just dirt on Tommy’s wrist.

“Haha, yeah, thanks for stopping in, feel free to write, Ranboo, you know how I love our fun pen-pal dynamic,” Tommy starts to push him toward the portal and from here Ranboo can see the deep bags under Tommy’s eyes.  “It was– It was nice to talk to you, though!  I appreciate how you listen to my ramblings, you truly are a good friend, Ranboo!”  It’s like Tommy is trying to sound teasing and sarcastic, but Ranboo is more unsettled by how genuine he actually is being.

“You’re a good friend too, Tommy.  I’ll… I’ll talk to you later, then,” Ranboo says reluctantly.  He makes it through the portal and glances at his comm.  Tommy’s ushering him out had been preceded by a notification. Dream has joined the game.

Dark omens.

[ghoodles]

Fuck it more ghoul rambles!!

So,

Ive been a bit hyperfixated on Quintessence ghouls as of late, so ive kind of developed them more in my head (Id have to say that Quint, Earth, and Multi are my most developed types of ghouls..)

So, i wanted to essentially go into more of quintessence ghoul's abilities (for my headcanons) and sort of list them all!

So, a bit of background!

Quintessence was believed to be the 5th element back when people believed that Water, Earth, Fire, and Air were the elements.

Quintessence was the percieved element that made up the stars and other planets, and is apart of everything.

They had believed that if this element was harnessed whilst being isolated, it could cure any type of ailment.

So, our first ability, is the ability to heal. Heal, not resurrect. (Omega had a hard time with that fact :3)

This is really the only power they have that's physical.

Of course, they can shapeshift, but that's because they arent exactly.. solid. Most quintessence ghouls are more or less just bundles of space matter. These types of ghouls dont come from the pits, but in fact a space outside.

You can see 'younger' (as they dont have a physical form until summoned) quintessence ghouls or newly transitioned ones have little wisps of their own matter appearing off of them. (Like this!)

[Yes i did draw this, i was just too lazy to export]

This can also occur within older quints too, but its more or less when upset or in other circumstances.

With the not-so-solid matter they're made up of (.. Idk how to explain it) they can also sort of.. phase through things? They just. cant go through salt..

However, most of their magic comes mentally. They're much more able to sense distress, fear, all of that. They are also able to, essentially, force their way into someone's mind.

... They dont typically do so outside of hunting.

Speaking of that, hunting is different for quintessence ghouls. They have no need for it, actually, they just do so for fun.

It starts with selecting a target, and, well.. They wont know.

They wont know until they make themselves known. They drive people crazy, it goes into like.. analog-esque horror with them...? If that makes sense.

Tldr: a list of quintessence abilities!

Healing

Shapeshifting

Phasing

Hyper-empathy

Mind reading

Telepathy

And.. maybe more?

Yeah.. They're kinda op but put salt down and you're good lol

[yoshistory]

damn eating only a bowl of cereal today and then getting a double cheeseburger with chili and fritos and all the veggie toppings and fries and drink is making me wired

[mabelsguidetolife]

I only walked like 1.7 miles with my dog lucy today but my back hurts and im sleepy now….. forgot my phone at home but those eclipse shadows shining filtered thru the leaves were all like

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there were really annoying pointy little stickers in the grass nearby though so i had to pick some off of my dog’s paws and ankles before they dug in and then keep her on the path so she wouldn’t step on more

[indonetgroup]

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[corndogshelter]

[viridescentelf]

Yandere elf x reader - Bath time :)

Character and Art belongs to @meo-eiru! Please check out her blog ✨ Another BIG thanks for creating him!

This is a follow-up to my last fic: if you want to read that one, click here. I'm not sure if I'll do another one, a bit out of ideas lol.

Warning: 18+ content, drugging, general nsfw, explicit

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The water stung your damaged knee. Silas was preparing something in a wooden pail, humming some tune, while you sunk deeper into the hot spring. The water brushed your chin, as you glared at the back of the stupid elf’s head, bobbing back and forth as he dunked colorful fluids from flasks into the bucket. His long, luscious hair was levitating on the water's clear surface, covering his butt.

You were so close to freedom. He told you he’s enchanted the area now, stopping you from leaving entirely. No idea how that worked, but he showed you by pushing you gently against an invisible barrier. Your cheek had squished against the unseen partition, like when a human tests their cat’s intelligence against walls in those videos. “To protect you”, he explained in his sing-song trill.

If you hadn’t been injured, you would’ve made it. Away from this maniac.

“Look what Mama made!”

Silas held the bucket under your nose, smiling serenely. The liquid was a mix of pinkish goop and specks of sparkles. Your eyes lingered on the strange soup, then turned up to meet his excited face.

“What the fuck is this”, you mumbled crossly.

“No swearing, darling!” He patted your head. He didn’t know what the word “fuck” meant, but he read that it is bad for children to use. “It’s my healing salt! Doesn’t it smell amazing?”

Silas kept holding it under your nose. It did smell good, damn it.

“It will heal your poor leg. Plus, it makes everything feel a bit tingly. Healthy for cleaning up down there.” He gestured to his crotch.

Fuck.

Without warning, he dunked the solution into the bath. The mixture oozed slowly into the clear spring. The effect of it was almost instantaneous. You felt the biting pain ebb from your limb and you sighed in relief. Elf magic was so fascinating. If only Silas wasn’t such a freaking psycho. You would love to learn more about it. And then go back home and sleep in a bed without tits in your face.

He was right about the prickly sensation. You felt a warmth pulsate down there, as you absentmindedly sunk deeper into the water. Your gaze blurred and you felt the comfort of the heat engulf you.

Silas pulled you to him and placed you in his lap. His towering upper body remained out of the pool, the breezy touch of his skin a great juxtaposition to the searing heat of the water. To be fully engulfed, he would have had to spread himself across the whole spring, leaving no room for you.

You felt him grow below you. The effects of the water seemed to work on his form as well. His cheeks blushed.

“Be good, darling.” He breathed into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Let’s heal you completely.”

Your leg was fine. You didn’t need any more healing.

Silas’ lips brushed yours, his tongue slinking quickly and entangling in yours. The potion and his saliva were making you go crazy, your lap roaring with want. It was impossible to bottle up.

The potion made movement slow. You were attempting to push away with the last of your wits, but it came across as you gently pressing his chest together. He misunderstood and held your face up to his breasts.

“Drink up…”, he trebled, leading your mouth to his hard teat. It was hopeless.

Your wet lips traced around it and you felt the elf jitter under you with excitement. His hands were softly trailing down your back and took hold of your bottom, squeezing the soft tissue. The water delayed his movement, but you felt him lift you slightly, hovering dangerously above his throbbing shaft.

You could feel him against your entrance, nudging slightly. The heat consumed you, thrumming in the area, wanting. You released your lips from his chest, gazing dozily into his red face. If he was blushing more, you could not tell. He looked so enthralled; the big, dumb eyes full of devotion to you.

Silas crashed into your lips again, kissing desperately, lapping up every part of your mouth. The more saliva you exchanged, the more you felt yourself pulsate. The waves within you crashed, begging for relief. You tried to use your arms to push him off of you, but they felt so limp.

You hated this effect he had on you. You couldn’t stop yourself. This surge and needing the release - it drove you insane.

Floating above him in the spring, you felt him twitch there in unfair expectation. He was far too massive for you.

Silas wrapped one arm around your waist, pushing you closer into his body. Your breasts compressed against his and he moaned shakily at the sensation.

“Mama will heal you, dear…”, he huffed after releasing himself from your lips, with bits of drivel escaping his mouth. “I lov-“

You couldn’t take it anymore. You sat down on him, letting the beginning of him enter you with a strong jerk. He filled you up, with just so little of him inside. Your entire body shook from the flash.

Silas head knocked back; his eyes crossed as he let out the loudest yelp you had ever heard from him. He had never felt you like this before. He only dared milking himself in your sweet mouth, for fear of tearing you apart. But this… the feeling of your tight, velvety walls, the little he could feel of it was enough to make his world spin.

He instinctively grabbed your hips with a jolt and lifted you up and down on him. He wanted more of that sensation, more. More. More!

You were bouncing on top of him and felt every sinew explode with electricity. He bucked his hips slightly when you bobbed back down, but not too much in fear of breaking you, slowly deepening each thrust.

Although you could hear his pitiful “Ah! Ah! Ah!”s, your entire environment seemed to muffle. All you could feel was the inconsolable penetration. The way every jab made your groin burst into flames. The water splashed vigorously around you, as he guided your body into his. He lifted you like you weighed nothing. His head was still jerked back with his eyes in the back of his head, it seemed he was unable to do anything other than plunge halfway into you.

You couldn’t help but release low moans yourself, the note of your bellows making him tense up more. His large hands were clasping your ass, the flesh spilling out between his long fingers. You whimpered and let him consume you, every thrust splitting your walls further. The loud clapping of your bodies and the vigorous splashing, you were intoxicated. The sounds. The sensation. It was diabolical.  

You let out a string of deep moans, as you came, the wetness around his shaft increasing as you tightened your grip around him. Silas couldn’t hold it any longer, either, as he erupted within you, squealing from the overwhelming pleasure.

He spilled out of you. A puddle of white foam bubbled around you. Silas heaved loudly, blinking excessively and tilted his head back forward, staring dumbfoundedly at you.

He looked like you beat him up. Tears were escaping his rippling eyes, as a tiny sob hiccupped out of him.

Fucking baby.

“D-Do you feel better now? Have I healed you?”, he squeaked, pulling you into his arm cages again.

You rolled your eyes and nodded out of sheer vanquish. There was no point explaining to him that this wasn’t how you heal humans. There was no point explaining to him that mothers don't do this.

Silas kissed your head and swirled his hand in the water, making his semen drift away from you. “Oh…all the precious milk. Gone…”

He grabbed a sponge from behind him and started cleaning you feebly, his hands still shaking from the massive release. You saw a tear fall from his cheek. Without thinking, you brushed another one off his cheek.

He gaped at you after the gesture, pausing his scrubbing.

“O-oh darling. You really love me, don’t you? That’s why it felt so good…”, he smiled widely, more tears splashing out of his googly eyes.

You didn’t answer. You didn't know why you just did that.

Silas hugged you so tightly, you let out a wheeze.

“I love you too, my sweet!!” he squeaked and squished you more. “It’s getting late. We still need to have dinner! And you need a proper portion of milk!”

You closed your eyes, sighing.

Another milking session...

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(Another Danny the Cosmic Babysitter pompt)

Danny had little patience for the adult heroes with a handful of exceptions. That is most of the heroes are fine but Danny likes to complain because he isn't called to be on missions often.

Instead, he often gets calls on Friday nights to watch Superboy and that means Robin comes too.

Danny is their favorite babysitter and the only people Danny doesn't complain about. He treats the boys with as much care as he does his little sister but he is also pretty negligent. If the boys were unharmed and not traumatized then he lets them do whatever they want. Much to their father's concern.

The boys were dropped off at Danny's portal after school with their bags and Clark gave Danny one of his mother's cheese apple pies and a batch of Alfred's cookies.

Clark wished them luck and reminded them to do their homework and to be respectful to Danny.

Bruce called and reminded Danny to....blah blah blah. Danny wasn't listening he was a busy god.

Danny instead took the boys on a field trip when Jon asked for help on his science homework.

Danny took them to his observatory and showed them just a fraction of the infinite cosmos. The observatory was a place he made to monitor the realms, tracking the path of stars and galaxies, and the life on planets.

"So how does life form on different planets?" Jon asked staring into the rainbow-colored galaxy twisting around them.

"Let's go see!" Danny opened a portal to a far-off desolate world under a purple sun making sure to put a protective barrier on the boys so they would survive the environment.

"Are suns supposed to be that color?" Damian asked.

"They can be any color," Danny said reassuring "Large amounts of potassium salts cause the star to look this way."

The boys looked around on this planet hoping to see new aliens. But there were none. Danny laughed at their puzzled expressions.

"This planet has no life on it. In 5 billion years the right conditions will be met to form organic life when this star burns enough of the potassium around it. Frozen ice in asteroids will hit this planet and water will form and the heat will create an atmosphere. Organisms will form and die and for a brief moment, this world will have life." Danny explained laying out the beginning of life.

"What? So they won't live? Why not?" Jon asked in distress of the idea.

"Haha, don't worry. That's how it's supposed to be. Life is a miraculous thing and the beings that will one day grow here are one of the billions of planets that share the same fate. They will never gain sentience of course but they will live and living in a universe so fickle and absurd is a testament. Think of just how amazingly it is to live on earth." Danny said taking the boys into another portal to a world populated by beasts.

Alien beasts that walked on four legs and birds flew.

Damian marveled at the giant birds that dwarfed any on Earth.

"This is a super planet with enough oxygen to support 50 Earths. Full of life and animals who have evolved from the small bacteria that would have died like on the planet before had the environment been different. Life is a roulette wheel though and even the same environment could yield different results." Danny said as they stood on the grassy clift.

"There really are no people?" Damian asked.

"No, and there never will be. You two are the only people who will ever reach this planet. This world will never know society. No government. No civilization." Danny hummed in thought.

"That's a good thing." Damian said.

"Is it? Maybe. Even a lowly beast still looks up at the sky and dreams of a better existence. But here this world will never know a truly peaceful life. It will always be predator and prey. Survival is all they know. No, they will mostly live short lives knowing only fear and violence. They will not know art or music, things gained from learning and sharing. They have not reached that part of development and they never will know. An ice age will soon come when their planet loses its orbit and they will all die." Danny said as he ushered the boys to another world.

Jon and Damian when silent in despair. Learning the benign cruelty of the universe was harder when you had to see it.

The next was a world that was a smoking wreckage.

"This world was once populated with billions. The people had evolved from the smallest life forms, surpassed their beastly heritage, and grew into tribes. They built cities and hubs. But they also built weapons. The truth is boys that the progress of a species hinges on the ability to evolve and the greatest driving force is competition. The greatest opponent is yourself. These people chose to give in to that call and they suffered for it. Some turned towards the stars and had long fled to start a new life on another planet." Danny said soberly.

Damian and Jon looked at the space god and noticed he suddenly didn't look like his usual self. He was slightly weathered and creased at the edges.

Danny opened another portal to another world. A city full of lights where below them.

"This boys is a planet of strange aliens. They dream constantly of a better life but don't know how to achieve it. They work together and they break apart, always arguing. But time and time again they come together to prove they care for one another. True there will be those who work against this collective and care only for themselves. Take pity on them, they have succumbed to their instincts from when they were just simple beasts trying to survive. If they can one day look up and see that all they have in this lonely universe where life can be blinked out of existence if the tide shifts differently then they'd truly become a better species. Boys you must understand that your existence is nothing short of a miracle upon miracle. We are all made from stardust and it is next to impossible that you exist at this moment but despite all odds you are here." Danny said as he flew over the city carrying the boys.

As Damian and Jon looked down they recognized landmarks this was earth.

"Will the same thing happen to us as that other planet?" Jon asked.

"I don't know. You mortals tend to surprise us. I can probably predict a billion futures and still be wrong. I'll have to ask the time god. Still, there is no telling what I do know is that the future will have you two and that tells me that it's going to be okay.