#Whatever. At least it means some sense is there

[merchantziro]

Of course this had to happen now.

The first time Kyle and Jessica were back on Earth in months, and a Green Lantern needed help.

But Hal and John were off with other major Justice League members for an intergalactic mission while Guy and Simon were taking care of Sinestro elsewhere in the Galaxy (Which was why the two were on Earth in their place)

Arriving on the scene, somewhere in Illinois, they found the scene as a teen who looked barely out of high school was defending himself from agents in white suits firing blasters firing green energy at him.

On closer inspection, the teen was wearing a typical Lantern Uniform but it was primarily black and white with only a bit of green like Kyle's uniform. It appeared to resemble a Hazmat Suit, with a matching pair of black goggles that had green lenses in them. In the center of his chest the Lantern Symbol was around some symbol combining a D & P.

Eventually one shot hit his leg as it bled a green substance, he wasn't human or at least not fully. Did an alien crash land on Earth and get attacked by these agents? Either way concerning violations or the Meta Protection Act aside, they had a priority to step in as both fellow Green Lanterns and as members of the Justice League.

"Halt. Cease your fire at once!" Jessica shouted as the two landed.

"More of you spooks? Doesn't matter how many ghosts there are." One of the agents finally noticed them before aiming their blasters towards the newcomers while the other went towards the ghost boy.

This perked up the Lanterns as the blasts hit them, it strung but barely did much more unlike what happened to the teen. Was it something he was weak to... Questions for later.

Kyle chuckled at the agents own confusion at their weapons lack of effect. "Ghosts? No... I believe you're mistaken, we're as human as anyone else on Earth. And as Green Lanterns we have a duty... To protect!"

"But that ring, it radiated ecto energy... In the name of the Anti Ecto Control Acts we demand you surrender and turn your rings in. You're not fully Ecto Contaminated yet and we can help yo-"

They were cut off as a giant green bulldozer shoved them into a green cage that lifted them into the air.

"Enough. You can spout whatever nonsense you're going on about to the Justice League I'm sure they'd love to hear why you're attacking this boy." Jessica rolled her eyes.

"Phantom's a ghost, just an unfeeling pile of ectoplasmic scum! It's a non-sentient creature that knows nothing but violence. What makes you two so sure it's anything otherwise?" One of the Agents shouted back.

The boy, Phantom as they called him, looked down at their statements denying his sentience.

"That's bullshit."

Kyle walked forward as held up a fist, his ring glowed brightly on it as he got Phantom's attention.

"These rings of ours. They sense and are powered by the power of emotions of others. Not just anyone can use them. And in order to become a Green Lantern..."

He looked at Phantom.

"You have a high level of Willpower and be capable of overcoming your own fears even in the face of danger and evil."

This caused the ghost boy to smile softly.

The Agents looked perplexed, appearing to consider Kyle's words. Before finally giving their response.

"Ha! Nice try! Whatever ghost told you that is probably just trying to manipulate you into protecting Phantom! Once we clear this up with the Justice League, he'll be ripped apart molecule by molecule!"

Kyle frowned before looking at Jessica who summoned a bat to crack them both on the head and knock them out from blunt force trauma alone.

"You handle this, I'll talk to the kid." Kyle looked at Jessica who nodded and took the Agents off to the nearest Zeta.

Meanwhile Kyle crouched down at the kid.

"Hey don't let those guys bum you out, but you're a Lantern right?"

The ghost looked at his ring before tilting his head.

"I guess, but... I don't understand what this and what it means to be a Green Lantern."

Ah. So he got the ring recent recent. Like just now.

"Ah. I see. In that case, Kyle Rayner of Earth..."

He extended a hand out, hesitantly. Which Danny took.

"Danny Phantom... Of... Well it's complicated to explain and... Oh... Fuuu..."

He then finally collapsed and coughed violently, likely he's only been standing because of adrenaline.

Before Kyle could respond, two silver rings appeared around his body as his uniform swapped the white and black while his wispy white hair turned to a normal black. The green of his blood turned a proper red. He went from... Ghost as those men called him, to a human.

"Shit!"

Kyle lifted the young one up as he carried him off in the same direction of the Zeta that Jessica was going towards. He needed to get to the Watchtower and get the kid some medical attention.

Of course this had to happen now.

The What Corps?

“we have you now spook! there is nowhere you can run and hide with our new spectral tethers active!”

Danny winces at the small metal clips that have hooked themselves in his leg, some new GIW tech that is messing with his powers.

“oh yeah? I was just dying for you guys to give me a challenge” plan. plan. He's gotta think of a plan to get out of here and fast. He takes a steadying breath and starts to look for anything that can help him.

he can’t get caught here. He just can't. He simply won’t allow himself.

suddenly the two GIW goons in front of him click their earpieces to clearly listen to what someone else is telling them, Danny is very glad for his own enhanced senses.

“Operatives K and O, be advised, there have been sightings of a new ectoplasmic entity near your location. Other operatives report that it’s incredibly small and moves fast. watch your backs, this may be an ambush”

small and fast? it better not be some poor little blob ghost, Danny sort of hopes it’s some manner of ectowasp, at least that could be entertaining to see.

“you better not be hoping for back up, ecto scum”

“I have no idea what you are talking about”

It's then that a small bright green light zips on scene and weaves through crowds in the distance with ease and then speeds up towards the two operatives who do not hesitate to shoot, missing completely like the storm troopers they are.

Whatever it is, it is indeed going very fast but Danny manages to figure out what it looks like and it appears to be a… ring?

“hold it you tiny accessory shaped ecto fiend!”

The ring does a speedy circle around Operative O while K is lining up a shot and ends up blasting the poor guy point blank in his face, “O!”

Danny takes a step forward with an arm outstretched and a “oh damn! Are you alright?” on his lips when the ring takes the chance to slip on his finger. “Daniel Fenton of Earth”

Danny already had a freakout about a ghost jewelry getting on him, his experiences with those so far have been incredibly bad after all, what with the rings and crowns and pendants… now this damn thing is just straight up outing him! 

Thank the ancients the two GIW stooges are too busy with each other right now to pay close attention to what this weird ring is saying.

“You have the ability to overcome great fear” ah so this is related to him steeling himself just now? Maybe? or something??

You have been chosen” never good, we are back to freaking out again.

“Welcome to the green lantern corps” 

… the what?

Danny notices that his usual outfit suddenly has more green going on, and his DP symbol has some sort of… he guess it’s supposed to be a lantern, maybe? shape around it.

He’s somehow even more glowy now, and there is something on his face. Feeling its shape makes him think it’s some sort of mask.

The metal clip things are no longer attached to his legs though so that’s great!

“You’re not getting away so easily ecto scum! sentient ghost paraphernalia coming to your rescue or no!” They both aim their weapons to take a shot.

Danny figures he can now easily hold them back with his usual shields,“you guys realize you just called this weird ring sentient and thereby negate the whole nonsentie-ack!”

“Attacking a corps lantern is punishable offense as of the instatement of the galactic diplomatic immunity as declared by the-” Okay so now Danny is just raising his eyebrow at this weird as fuck ring. Just what is it going on about?

“notifying nearby lanterns and requesting assistance with apprehension of hostiles”

what?

“getting your friends to help you out vile spook? such a thing is useless with the Blackout still very much in place”

Well… the two streaks of green light in the distance is making Danny doubt that statement.

Maybe there is more to this Lantern corps thing than he thought… And something tells him his life is about to get even more complicated than it already is.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Say What You Wanna Say

Summary: Y/N is incredibly nervous to tell her dad she's Bi. How will he react?

Pairings: Teen!Reader x Dean (Non romantic pairing)

Warnings: None. Some angst. Mostly fluff. Coming out. Bisexual reader. Papa!dean.

Word Count: 1,212

A/N: About a week ago I received this anonymous ask for a fic about Dean's daughter telling him she's Bi. I was happy to write it, but warned the lovely anon that it might take a while for inspiration to hit as my muses have been off lately and not playing nice.

Then this morning I got this response from them, and it absolutely charged my brain for this fic and it just came pouring out. More proof that #kind words fuel authors.

On a slightly separate note, I just wanna thank everyone who's been so kind to me regarding my creativity stall and mental health hiccups. All your words (whether in the form of well-wishes or kind comments on fics!) have made a difference, and they are so very appreciated.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fluffy fic. To the lovely anon who requested this - I hope it's what you were looking for. I went with a teen reader around 17 or 18 (she mentions choosing a college) just because it felt right for me in the story. But feel free to age her up or down as you'd like. Thanks for jump-starting my creative juices. (Sorry I said juices.)

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Y/N walked into the library to see her dad bent over a massive, old, leatherbound book. At least, she hoped it was leather. You never could tell with books in the bunker. One time when she was six she’d managed to sneak her way into the shelves in Room 7B and picked up a harmless looking book. Turned out to be a cursed book bound in dragonskin and she'd exhaled flames for a full day before her Auntie Rowena had gotten there to undo the curse.

She never went wandering through the shelves again.

But the book her dad was reading seemed innocuous enough, even though it had him scowling darkly at whatever he was reading. She couldn’t tell if he was angry, annoyed, or just concentrating. That scowl could mean a few things. The problem was, the conversation she had planned sort of called for him to be in a decent mood.

She considered turning around and coming back when she had a better read on his frame of mind, but just then Dean’s hunter senses kicked in and he looked up and caught her standing in the doorway.

She waved a little lamely. “Hey Dad.”

He grunted at her and went back to scowling at the book. 

She took a few steps into the library. “Something in there that’s bothering you?”

Dean shook his head. “No, it’s just pissing me off cause it’s not helping me figure out…” He trailed off and took another, closer, look at a sentence, skimming his finger along the page before shaking his head again and slamming the book closed. 

“Whatever, piece of shit.” He said, rubbing a hand down his face and then looking at Y/N. “What’s up kid?”

But Y/N was convinced now wasn’t a good time and she just waved at him dismissively. “No, nothing important. You’re obviously busy. We can talk later.” 

She turned to leave, but froze in the doorway when her dad’s deep voice called out to her.

“Hey! Nope. Stop. Turn.”

Y/N slowly turned back to face him to see he’d leaned back in his chair slightly and folded his arms over his chest. He lifted one hand to point at the chair beside him, turning slightly towards it.

“Sit. Talk.”

Y/N opened her mouth to once again tell him they’d talk later, but his raised eyebrow brooked no argument and told her she wasn’t getting away without talking to him. She contemplated making up something else to talk to him about. Something that wasn’t as likely to send him into a tailspin, but it wouldn’t work. Her dad saw through her lies way too easily. 

Nope. This was happening.

She walked over slowly to sit down beside him, tucking her feet up under her on the chair and twisting her hands in her lap. When she hesitated to speak, Dean unfolded his arms and leaned forward slightly.

“Talk to me, kiddo. What’s going on?”

Y/N shrugged. God, I don’t know how to start this conversation, she thought.

But she could see her dad’s scowl turning to worry in his bright green eyes which made her feel guilty so she smiled at him. It didn’t make the worry leave his gaze, but he offered a small smile back.

“Are you okay, baby? Did something happen at school? Did someone do something? Do I need to kick the shit out of someone?”

Y/N chuckled and shook her head. “No, Dad. School’s good. It’s fine.”

Dean nodded. “Okay, are you…are you changing your mind about going to Kansas State? Cause we talked about this, and I thought we-”

Y/N cut him off, shaking her head and waving her hands back and forth. “No, no, nothing like that. It’s not…it’s nothing with school. Look, just…” She cleared her throat. “Let me just try to say it, okay?”

Dean’s eyebrows settled back into a frown, the little double line of worry staying etched between them. He shrugged. “Okay, baby.”

His casual use of that endearment brought a dampness to her eyes. God, I hope I’m still his baby when this is done. She thought.

She took a deep breath. “So, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this for a while now, a couple of months anyway, but I’ve just…I didn’t really know how to bring it up. I mean, I think, it’s actually something I’ve wanted to talk about for a couple of years, but I just kept denying it. But I can’t anymore, I can’t just pretend, and I don’t wanna and…”

She trailed off slightly, looking up at her dad and seeing only confusion and concern in his eyes. She exhaled the words out quickly.

“I’m bisexual.”

She watched understanding erupt in her dad’s expression as his eyes widened and his mouth slackened. He stared at her, just blinking for a few seconds and then he nodded slowly.

“Wow. That’s…that is not what I was expecting to hear.”

Y/N swallowed over and over, nervousness making her stomach ache. She was ready for the barrage of questions and possible challenges that were bound to come her way.

So, she was slightly thrown when he took a deep breath and spoke one word.

“Okay.” He said with one corner of his mouth lifted.

It was her turn to frown. “Okay?

His half smile turned into a full one. “Yeah, okay.”

“What does that mean?” Y/N asked with confusion.

Dean chuckled. “It means what it always means, kiddo.”

“So, okay…like, you’re fine with this? You don’t have…I don’t know, questions or arguments. This doesn’t bother you? I was expecting a bit of caveman in your response, to be honest. I mean, it doesn’t make you feel weird, or like…I don’t know…bug you?”

Dean pushed out his lips and raised his shoulders in a shrug. “Hey kid, I’m Gen-X, nothing bugs us.” 

Y/N scoffed and he laughed and conceded. “No, I don’t know, maybe if you’d told me twenty years ago, I wouldn’t have known what to do. Or it might have felt weird to me, or made me uncomfortable or awkward or something. But I learned a long time ago to let people be who they are, and I especially want you to be just exactly who you are. You’re an incredible kid, which means every part of you is incredible.”

He leaned forward and cupped her cheek. “Seriously, baby. I’m really glad you told me, and if you’re happy, I’m happy.” He kissed her forehead and she threw her arms around his neck and held on for dear life, tears of relief and happiness flowing. 

“Thank you, Daddy.” She whispered.

When she pulled away, he held the back of her head in his big palm, the way he had when she was little. “Love you, kid.” He said gruffly.

“I love you too, Dad.” 

His eyes were a little watery as he sat back in his chair and cleared his throat. “And, you know, if you end up dating a chick, or marrying her, that’s one less asshole I have to punch in the jaw as a warning not to mess with you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and chuckled. “That’s very progressive, Dad.”

Dean smiled brightly. “What? You gotta allow me a little bit of caveman.”

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[cupcakesmoothie]

The girls (the emotions in my brain) are fightinggg

[sanasanakun]

I guess I find the shipping discourse a little funny because fandoms are gonna create ships regardless of the subject matter. I think really heavy, depressing media creates a need for people to see human connection. It’s like a way to cope, you know? More importantly and specific to this game (Mouthwashing), I also find it a little funny just because the devs themselves seem to be leaning towards ~one~ “ship” by retweeting artwork that depicts them as pretty close and protective. They even did an edit of them on that Florence Pugh and that one white guy romance movie with a “what could have been” caption. Sooo tldr the ship drama is kind of dumb. Please block and move on cause the discourse is taking up space on my feed when I’m trying to look for more art of Daisuke lmao

[avastyetwats]

Once the doors were shut and the ear piece off, only then did Flint continue their conversation. Because he needed answers and given the interaction between Jack and the other two agents, and his own uncertainty surrounding Charles and the situation, he had a feeling these answers were best given in private. But the question was: would Jack trust him? Maybe he would since he kicked the other two agents out of the room as well as the look of utter confusion and suspicion on his face at everything Jack was saying. A look that returned when Jack confirmed that some shady shit was happening, but more so when he mentioned being able to help Charles. "Me? What makes you think I can help him?" He asked, keeping his voice low even though the room was sound proofed. He still wanted to be careful. "My mission is to find the bioweapon that could wipe out nearly the entire population, as well as the men behind it. That's Vane and Lowe." At least that's what he was told, but there was doubt in his voice when saying those words, as though not so sure about it himself. It's what he was told, but not necessarily what he fully believed.

Flint walked over to the table that had a box of tissues on it and brought it over to Jack to use on his face. "A scientist... do you mean Lowe? And was the bioweapon involved in this back alley deal?" There was so much new information coming to light that was making that uneasy feeling within him make sense, as well as the secrecy behind this mission. How he wasn't told every single detail, or rather he was made to believe that he had been. "Hold on, by his own people do you mean MI6?" He asked, just wanting clarification. Because he'd been told Charles Vane betrayed them, though it made sense he'd be told that if something else actually happened, but... would M -- would Izzy -- truly lie to him? And Bonnet? He was a bad liar with a damn good heart so it was hard to imagine Stede being part of whatever the fuck was going on, but then again, he came into it sometime after Vane left MI6. "He's involved with the bioweapon, Rackham. How the fuck is he not the right man? If not him, then obviously Lowe, but he's working with him, is he not?" There was a knock at the door and Flint quickly snuck over to lock it. "So, what, Vane never betrayed MI6? Is that what you're saying?" Another knock at the door, followed by voices asking what was going on.

"One second!" He called out, unsure if they could even hear him yelling. "He's trying to stop Lowe?" He asked directly, trying to get his questions out quickly in hopes to get quick answers. "Why should I believe you? Why should I trust you or Vane?"

The knocking turned into banging followed by threats to break open the door.

Oh he should be very afraid of Anne Bonny. Jack had the brains but she was the muscle. It didn’t mean he didn’t struggle against the men that had him though, and Anne was furious. Her nose was dripping with blood, and it took four men to subdue her. She snarled. “ Don’t you touch him! Jack, just do as he says! “ She spit blood out onto one of the agent’s shoes.

Jack grumbled. “ I told Chaz we should’ve stocked more boys. Men like you like them. — ow!! “ He was thrown down into the chair in his main office, and any sound of him hurting sent Anne to her feet, scuffling again. But the criminal laughed, his bloodied face coated in a shit eating grin. “ He was right too. You came right into our little rouse. “

[d8tl55c]

oh boy !! ! ! ! !!! ! thANK y0u all for the kind words on my last art posts. you all get it and i was/still am so happy about it

as promised, here's some close-ups of the comic for image quality's sake, and other screenshots i rescued from the community whiteboard (and something else)

first up another sketch of mystery gender-ambiguous being. (please send me more name ideas for them if you got one- i like to hear em! (reminder it's the side character that appeared for <10 seconds in AvM Ep. 30))

a few fav scenes

emotional support cwab

they weren't meant for this purpose exactly, but i do have countless "fluffy sticks" loose in my notes and homework sheets from the school years.

papery critter.

even when i wasn't confident in fur or feathers, they helped me practice posing and create some satisfying gradients/flowing poses. (im a sucker for good tail poses) (oh yay! i found a good pic...)

and finally, little sneak peak for you for reading so far ;3

i realized that whiteboardfox is pretty great for my working needs. simple and to the point and all. feels nice with the mouse and the tablet.

so i started hashing out a big project idea just to see if it holds up and

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oh

oh man

it's a little bigger than i expected

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[moeblob]

Moeblob: (tries to establish a fish theme. likes to be called salmon.) FEH: Broccoli alts only, no negotiations.

(this is for you Leo.... I'm sorry........... you don't deserve it)

[icewindandboringhorror]

finally finished all of one character's entire quests/optional dialogue/questions/etc.... 100,000 words... .... aughhh

[blackcatxmagic]

"Pssh, whatever," Leo scoffed playfully when Arjun started giving him a hard time. "My ego would have to get pretty big before I needed help carrying it. I mean, look at me." At this, Leo raised his free arm and flexed before curving it back downward to flex his chest and abs as well, but it was all for show because then he began to laugh. Leo wasn't vain - well, except for maybe his hair - and he actually didn't have that big of an ego at all. He was very aware of his flaws. But with Arjun, Leo was a different person, one who saw all the good things, and he thought that that was probably because he was seeing himself through Arjun's eyes. Still laughing, Leo looked over at Arjun, wanting to see his reaction to the little show he had just put on; making Arjun laugh was one of his favorite things. "Yes, majestic," Leo confirmed. "That doesn't just mean like royalty. To me, it's kind of like...just having a fuck ton of grace, dignity, poise...beauty. You know, that sort of thing." His face felt just the slightest bit hot at his comment; Leo was always saying things like this to Arjun, and he often had this reaction because it just was not like him at all, not with other people at least.

Leo thought it was difficult for Arjun to talk about his mother, so he didn't ask about her; he knew his friend would share with him what he wanted to. So it was always nice when Arjun talked about her. That was something else Leo and Arjun shared: they had both lost their mothers, and nothing had been the same since. This tragedy was one of the things that connected them. "I understand why she said that," Leo told Arjun. "She was proud of you, and I get it. I'm proud of you too." He knew how much Arjun struggled sometimes, how much he had gone through, yet he just kept going. Leo on the other hand, he was a total mess. "My mother wouldn't be proud of me," he said softly, a thought he'd never said aloud before. But Leo was thinking about her a lot today; he thought he probably always would on his birthday.

As the two of them danced, Leo thought about their first meeting, smiling at what Arjun said. "Guys do that to you a lot, don't they?" he asked, shaking his head; those guys didn't know what they were missing out on. "Their loss," he added. Laughing, he told Arjun, "But you know, at the very beginning I thought kind of the same thing. I'd let you talk, take you back to my place, and then that would be that. But then I actually listened to you, and...well, here we are, like you said." Leo wasn't sure what it had been about Arjun exactly that had made him give the guy a chance, but he was glad that he had. He'd gotten a best friend out of it.

Then Leo laughed even more when he heard Arjun's confession - that was so like his friend, very much something he would do. "So you're telling me you broke the law and entered my home without permission?" he asked, but Leo was smiling as he said this; obviously he wasn't mad. More seriously, Leo reassured Arjun, "It's okay, yeah. I wouldn't have told you where I hide my spare key if it wasn't." When he had told Arjun where they key was, Leo had known full well that his friend at some point would use it. "Plus I'm getting a birthday surprise out of it, so how could I be angry about that?"

Listening to Arjun recall birthdays past, Leo realized another thing they had in common. They'd been so isolated from their peers in their youth, though there had been well-intentioned reasons for both of them. However, that didn't take away the sense of loss they felt because of it. "The last time I had a birthday party was my seventh birthday," Leo replied. "Sometimes if I had a friend in one of the new places we'd moved to, my mom might take us to the movies or something, but usually it was just the two of us." She'd done her best to make his birthdays special though, and Leo felt a sudden wave of sorrow. But it was hard to stay sad when he had his best friend here. "I hope you know that your next birthday is going to be fucking epic," Leo told Arjun with a wide grin on his face.

Though they were still dancing, Leo said, "Arjun...I kind of want to go see my birthday surprise now. You should have known it would be all I could think about." Grinning playfully and feeling a little like a child, Leo asked, "Can we go see it? Please?" He gave Arjun his best puppy dog eyes as he asked this.

Arjun laughed at Leo’s comment about “King Leonidas” going to his head, nudging his friend as they swayed to the beat. “You’re right. If your ego grows any bigger, I’ll have to call in backup to help carry it around,” he joked. But the teasing melted into something warmer when Leo called him majestic, the weight of the words settling over him with an unexpected fondness. Thankfully, the Spock ears covered most of his ears and hid how they turned red.

“Majestic, huh? You’re the first person to ever call me that,” he admitted with a grin, his eyes fixed on Leo. “My mother would say Chand - you are my greatest success.” I don't know what I did to be a success -- but there you have it." Leo had a way of grounding him, making him feel like he could take care of the woman he missed. It was like Leo’s acceptance allowed Arjun to breathe easier, like he could let down walls he didn’t even realize he had up.

As they danced, Arjun couldn’t help but notice how natural this felt, Leo’s arms steady around him, a comforting anchor in the noisy, crowded venue. He laughed softly as they moved, glancing up with a playful glint in his eyes. “If ‘your majesty’ is going to your head, then it’s definitely worth it. A little confidence never hurt anyone.”

But as Leo admitted what he’d first thought when they met, Arjun snorted. “I thought maybe you’d be one of those guys who’d listen to my stories for an hour, humor me, and then I’d never see you again,” he said, his smile lingering as he recalled their first encounter. “But here we are.” He knew Leo enjoyed the intimacy of physical touch and connection; he didn't begrudge him that -- he did wonder though why Leo had thought of him the first time they met.

Dancing with Leo felt like the best way to celebrate his friend’s birthday—all right, really it would be the cake that he had left in Leo's fridge and hot chocolate but this was also very good. To have the cake, he'd have to admit it was there in the first place.

As they swayed to the music, Arjun finally admitted, “You know, there’s actually more waiting for you back at your place. Just a few things—I, uh, may have let myself in and decorated a little. Nothing big.” He chuckled, scratching his neck in a bashful gesture. “Hope that’s okay.”

Admitting that much felt easy with Leo, like he’d finally found someone who wouldn’t mind his quirks or small surprises. He wasn’t sure why, but something about celebrating Leo’s birthday had felt like it was something he important he wanted to do.

“This is all new for me. I never celebrated birthdays with friends growing up. My mom was amazing, and she’d fill the house with philosophers, scientists, mathematicians, even the occasional guru… anyone with a brilliant mind, but never kids my own age.” He smiled, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. “I learned a lot, but I always kind of wondered what it’d be like to have… well, a night like this, with people who actually felt like friends.

He gave Leo’s waist a playful squeeze, the honesty leaving him feeling a little overwhelmed. “So… I might have gone overboard.”

[al-luviec]

still haven't moved on from zane in this episode (aka I hit tag limit again and am unhappy about it)

[phagodyke]

the masculine urge to take a saucepan off thr draining board and bash myself repeatedly over the head with it until I pass out and no longer have to experience feeling Bad 😍

[fedoraspooky]

Replying to this here so it doesn't get lost in the other person's post but aw man I hope it turns up for you someday. ;w; I probs woulda loved to see that drawing of ST1X regardless of how confident you felt about it but I understand, I often got nervous drawing fanart for other people too. Also it's sad to lose old art, I've lost a ton of notebook drawings and loose leaf printer paper art from my late teens/early 20s because 1) I moved around a lot in my life so a lotta stuff got shuffled around and 2) there's SO MUCH STUFF I never posted. OCs that I maybe drew once or twice, beta versions of what would eventually become a few of the characters I currently have, one-off drawings I made on a whim or because I was bored in class...

I think it was because at the time, back on dA, it got to the point where there were so many eyes on my work that I got scared if people would like something or not, or if a piece was 'finished-looking' enough, and it was kinda paralyzing... so there were years where I would post maybe a fraction of what I drew. x_x In hindsight I was deffo overthinking it, but that's hindsight for ya.

I know some of it's still around somewhere, probably in an old banker box in storage, but other drawings got destroyed for sure because I carried them around in a notebook too much and the graphite smudged off from the paper rubbing together. It's sad to think about, but at least that was only a small number of drawings before I made an effort to clean out my notebooks of loose paper more often. .w.

I'm a lot more careful with my drawings now and make backups of backups (my webcomic is backed up in at least 5 different ways right now!) but idk... maybe if I can dig up some of my old paper drawings one day I'll post 'em or something, might be fun.

[experimentalfma]

"Right," Alfons replied slowly, managing to do a surprisingly convincing job of keeping the doubt from creeping into his voice. He had essentially agreed to help figure out how to create a portal, after all, so he he may as well just go along with it now. "We need to figure out where we're really going with this before investing too deeply into one theory." Even though that starting point looked a bit daunting, if they were going to basically start from scratch, it at least gave Alfons the opportunity a chance to catch up with his roommate. Whatever that would mean in terms of finding a working theory in the first place.

A flicker of interest flashed in blue eyes at Ed's offer. "You have coffee?" Maybe Ed had had it for a while and Alfons had been out of the house too much to notice, but it had been a long time since he'd had the luxury of drinking any himself. He normally just stuck to tea since he found it more soothing on his throat and lungs, anyway, but if they were going to have a late night, that extra caffeine boost did have its appeal.

Unfortunately, however, Ed was right that Alfons had no concept of the trust an alchemist decoding their notes for someone implied. Considering equivalent exchange was essentially the law of conservation of mass, that was a concept he would be able to grasp intuitively, but the rest of the laws and customs regarding alchemy would require a more in-depth explanation.

"We can start there," he agreed despite having very little concept of what arrays really were. "Will those need to be translated, too? I think I remember you saying those were part of the basics of alchemy, so it would make sense to start from the beginning." For whatever good that would actually do them. It still made very little sense to Alfons, but with no other starting point thus far, it might at least help a little to have more background on where Ed was coming from on this.

He glanced over his shoulder towards Ed's room then turned back with a curious smile. If nothing else, it would be an interesting night. "It's alright. I can put the water on while you get your notes. Which cabinet do you keep the coffee in?"

Then a sudden thought occurred to him. "Wait, one other thing." And he stepped away toward his work bag, crouching down in front of it and rummaging through for a small bit of folded paper with something inside. He returned to Ed's side, his smile widening a little, as he held out the package and unfolded the paper on top, revealing two small squares of chocolate. "Our sponsors brought these in for us as a thank you for our hard work, but they said I could take a second one to bring back to you. I was going to find some sort of occasion to bring them out, but I think starting on a sort of project together again counts, right?"

Ed truly didn't mind getting the tea for Alfons, but he knew better than to argue about it so he would leave it at. "Okay, if you insist," he said with a smile. He was actually looking forward to picking out some tea now. He hoped Alfons liked whatever he got him. It occurred to him that he had never gotten Alfons anything before, and that thought didn't set well with him. Ed wondered how Alfons would react if he did get him a gift other than tea. He needed to mull over that idea more, later when he was alone.

"Yeah, right now I'm not sure what I need since I haven't figured out how to open a portal to my world up. Maybe if I had enough information for it, I could figure something out." He knew that wouldn't be what Alfons wanted to hear but given that he agreed to help out, Ed didn't see a way to avoid bringing it up. At least now maybe he would be able to convince Alfons he was telling the truth. If they were going to work closely together on this project, he hoped he'd have a chance to do just that. He didn't like the idea of Alfons either believing he was lying or even worse, that he was delusional.

"Alright, then I'll show you notes if you wanna take a look at them." Ed already knew he would need to translate them, and he was kicking himself now for not thinking about that in the first place, but he hadn't though he'd be getting help with his research, and writing in Amestrian was a lot easier for him than writing his notes in German. He also didn't like the idea of their place being searched and someone finding his notes and being able to see what was in them. There was always the possibility, though he knew Alfons' job had kept that from happening so far.

"Why don't i start some tea or coffee for us and we can look them over. I can at least explain the alchemic arrays to you tonight if you're interested in learning more about them." Ed was proud of his work and while some of it was coded in Amestrian, he'd be willing to explain it to Alfons. Ed knew what they discussed would be kept between them. The significance of this would likely be lost on Alfons since he didn't realize how most Alchemists kept their works encoded so that other people wouldn't steal their ideas.

Something like that hardly mattered in this world considering that alchemy didn't exist here. That made Ed feel a little sad. This world could benefit from alchemy in so many ways, though considering their was a world war happening, maybe it was for the best people couldn't use alchemy to hurt others. His world had that problem given the Ishvalan war. Even still, he liked the idea that alchemy was for the people and its use was originally intended for good and not evil.

"I think if we set up at the kitchen table that would be best." He had some lose papers of arrays that he could lay out on the table. "I have a lot of notes, but we don't have to go through it all tonight. Maybe we can start with the basics and go from there and see what we're up for tonight." He didn't want Alfons to feel like he was in a hurry. He had waited this long so waiting a bit longer to figure it out wouldn't hurt. "Let me get something started for us to drink. Did you want me to make us some tea or coffee? Then I'll grab all of my notes for us to look over."

[hauntingofhouses]

i think im gonna take a break from my fic to write my original work instead

[skrunksthatwunk]

household enemy to the yyh watchthrough number one is the olympics. it's taken us a week to get two episodes into the gamemaster fight

[seilon]

pro: ran into a coworker at a bar last night who I don’t really talk to usually (he works upstairs, I work downstairs) and we talked and im pretty sure we were highkey flirting and he bought me a drink and the bar merch shirt i was interested in and thanks to the power of alcohol i guess i asked for his number and he gladly gave it to me and. yeah

con: i have the second worst hangover i have ever had and have been fighting for my fucking life just to eat saltines