#also if I have posted this before

[fallintosanity]

Glen lives au pls

Hehehe :3 I wrote this scene a while ago but I'm almost positive I haven't posted it yet...

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Three days after Felix Hugo Fraldarius arrived at the Garreg Mach Officers’ Academy, he saw a ghost in the market. 

He was supposed to be helping some girl from the Black Eagle house do the week’s shopping, supposedly as some kind of getting-to-know-your-classmates exercise. Instead, he’d told his partner that he didn’t care what she bought; as long as she handled the actual shopping, he’d haul it all up the hill to the kitchens. She’d agreed, and Felix had abandoned her to it and gone to see if the blacksmith had anything interesting. 

Absorbed in examining the weapons on display, he almost didn’t notice the ghost. Or rather, the man who should have been a ghost. His clothes were ragged and ill-fitting, dirty in the way of someone who normally kept himself clean but hadn’t had access to real soap for a long time. What at first glance looked like a tight-fitting cap on his head was actually the shorn remnants of black hair, poorly cropped to his skull and only just beginning to grow back. His face was badly scarred, half a dozen thin marks on the right side and a large, jagged, poorly-healed mark on the left. It twisted the skin of his face, starting just beneath his cheekbone, up and across his eye, and into his hairline. 

He could have been any hard-luck mercenary, except that at his hip fluttered a torn and stained bit of fabric dyed Fraldarius blue. 

It was that flash of blue that caught Felix’s eye: the rare, difficult-to-achieve shade was made with a plant which grew exclusively in one remote corner of the Fraldarius Dukedom. The second queen of Faerghus had, as thanks for House Fraldarius’s support, granted them exclusive rights to the dye. Only Fraldarius nobility had access to it — a hard-luck mercenary this far south had no business wearing it. 

Then the man moved, lifting his arm and turning to hand money to the shopkeeper whose stall he stood at, and the blue cloth moved with him — revealing within its folds an embroidered Crest of Fraldarius. Felix’s eyes snapped up to the man’s face, really looking this time instead of his first, cursory glance— 

—and the world fell apart beneath his feet. 

Under the dirt and the scars was a face he knew better than his own, a face he hadn’t seen in four years, a face he should have never seen again. 

Glenn. 

Felix didn’t realize he was moving until he was right next to the man — the ghost — Glenn. Everything except his brother had crashed to the back of his awareness. His chest ached as though a thunderstorm raged within his ribs. His eyes burned, his nails bit into his palms, his throat so choked he couldn’t breathe. 

Ghost. Imposter. Fake. 

How dare he. 

The only things Felix were aware of were his sword, in his hand without conscious thought; and the bastard wearing his dead brother’s face. Felix lunged, sword stabbing toward the imposter’s unguarded back— 

Except it wasn’t unguarded. Quick as lightning, the imposter spun, a battered dagger in his hand. He deflected Felix’s strike, but stepped sideways out of the merchant’s stall instead of going on the offensive. Whatever, Felix wasn’t about to waste the opening. He struck again, a quick high feint to draw the imposter’s blade upward, then an equally quick reversal toward the man’s leg. But the imposter seemed to know Felix’s moves; he barely responded to the feint, dagger curving down to meet Felix’s sword more than a handspan from his thigh. Snarling, Felix disengaged before their blades locked, and made as though to retreat for a split second. The imposter followed; as Felix expected, the man needed to stay close for his little dagger to stand a chance against Felix’s sword. 

But Felix wasn’t actually retreating. He darted forward, in too close, his free hand driving a punch into the man’s gut. A move Glenn had developed years ago, in response to his own relatively short stature compared to the knights he trained with. Felix had only recently taught himself to pull it off consistently; no small accomplishment considering the complex foot- and muscle control it required. And, of course, no one but Glenn knew how to counter it. 

Felix’s punch landed. but not where he’d meant: the imposter had twisted so the blow glanced off the meant of his side. Startled — there was no way the man could have known that was coming — Felix tried to recover, swinging his sword for the man’s hamstrings. But a hand closed like steel around his wrist, then the world spun and Felix crashed onto his back in the dirt. He didn’t have time for fear or even surprise before the man slammed down on top of him, a knee on Felix’s free arm, his left hand pinning Felix’s sword arm above his head — and his right hand holding his dagger to Felix’s throat. 

They stayed like that for several too-fast heartbeats, staring at each other. This close, Felix could see the man’s sharp cheekbones, the upturned corners of his eyes, the flecks of blue in his irises that made their color — otherwise the same amber as Felix’s own — a muddy hazel at a distance. 

Impossible. This was impossible, Glenn was dead, Felix had grieved him for so long he had nothing left but bitterness, and yet… and yet… 

“Felix?!” the imposter — the ghost — Glenn demanded. He scrambled backward off Felix, holding out a hand to help him up. Felix took it without thinking, the gesture so automatic after a lifetime of wrestling with his brother that he didn’t realize what he’d done until Glenn hefted him to his feet with enough strength that Felix’s heels left the ground for an instant. 

When he’d been younger and smaller, he’d loved that extra lift, enough back then to pull him wholly into the air for a moment. Sometimes he’d even pretend to fall after landing, just so Glenn would pull him airborne again. He’d stopped the pretending once he got too big for Glenn to send him entirely into the air, but he’d still secretly delighted in the sensation of his heels leaving the ground. 

Goddess. This was impossible.

“...Glenn?” 

He hadn’t meant to speak at all, much less fuel whatever delusion he’d fallen into, but the ghost — the man — his brother was staring at him with those familiar hazel eyes, huge with the same surprise and shock ringing through Felix like the clash of blades. He didn’t realize he was backing away until Glenn took a step forward to follow him, didn’t realize he was violently shaking his head until the motion dislodged a lock of hair from his bun to fall into his eyes. “This is impossible,” he whispered. “You’re dead.” 

Glenn’s eyebrows lifted. “Guess I can’t blame you for thinking that,” he said wryly. “It’s been a while.” His voice was the low rich baritone Felix remembered, except roughened as though his throat had been rasped with sandpaper. His gaze flicked up and down Felix’s body, his expression shifting to unease. “You, uh. Got really tall.” 

The storm of emotion in Felix’s chest flared hot, and he surged forward, aiming a wild punch at his brother’s chest. “Four years,” he roared. Glenn didn’t try to dodge this time, and Felix crashed into him, slamming his fist against his shoulder. “Four fucking years, you bastard…!” 

Leaning against him, Felix felt Glenn’s jolt of surprise. “Four years?!” he demanded, even as he wrapped his arms around Felix. The embrace was so familiar it hurt, even though the last time Glenn had hugged him, the morning he’d left the Fraldarius estate to travel to Fhirdiad for the trip to Duscur, Felix had still been small enough for Glenn to rest his chin on his head. Now, Felix buried his face against Glenn’s neck and drew in a deep, shuddering breath. He was not going to cry in the middle of the village market. 

It helped that Glenn smelled as terrible and filthy as he looked, and Felix shoved him away with a scowl. “You stink.” 

Glenn scoffed. “Of course I stink. The last time I had a real bath was at the palace before we left. What the fuck do you mean, four years?” 

“What do you think I mean, you ass?” Felix glared at him. “You’ve been alive this whole time—”

He broke off as Glenn abruptly grabbed him by the shoulders. “Hold it. We shouldn’t…” Glenn glanced around uneasily; for the first time Felix realized people were staring at them. Not many — their brief scuffle had carried them far enough between two merchants’ stalls that they were hidden from the majority of passers-by — but Felix counted at least four before the rest scattered from being caught watching. 

“Not here,” Glenn continued, his voice lowering for Felix’s ears alone. “Let’s find somewhere private.” 

“My room,” Felix suggested, with a nod toward the monastery towering on the hill above the village.

Glenn stared at him for a moment, then shook his head. “Right,” he muttered. “I guess that would make you old enough for the Officers’ Academy.” 

Felix grunted agreement. The storm of emotion in his chest was unraveling, unable to withstand the aching familiarity of Glenn’s presence, and he suddenly felt lightheaded. “Come on,” he muttered, and stalked off.

~

WIP ask meme!

[atalana]

the curse of adhd:

i will remember with absolute clarity, when the thought strikes me that i have a text to send someone, that this is the fourth time in three days i've attempted to send this specific text

i will forget, in the time it takes me to pick up my phone, that i picked it up intending to send a text

[beebfreeb]

[samgiddings]

@staff @support @engineering @music @books

Have you ever considered this is a really stupid layout to have when there’s no way to easily get your account back if you accidentally hit the wrong button???

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[raynewolferune]

DC x DP Prompt: Bruce is bad at emoting but at least ghosts are empathic (too bad bat kids are not)

Was reading Twincognito on AO3 when I stumbled across this gem again:

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" “Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face. "

~

Now I really want to read a story where Bruce adopts Danny post Meta trafficking and is being his usual emotionally constipated self. His kids keep getting mad at him because he's treating their new meta brother who was trafficked poorly (generally being stilted in conversation with him, walking away hurriedly mid-conversation, avoiding Danny when he's feeling really awkward, etc). They think Bruce is discriminating against Danny for being a civilian, meta, dealer's pick, but really it's just Bruce being horribly socially awkward. Danny knows this because of ghost empathy and find the whole thing hilarious. The whole thing comes to a head with the Bat Kids staging an intervention in the Bat Cave.

[greyias]

Oh look, it seems everyone has been opted into the unfortunate "experiment" now. For everyone who has been blissfully using the old UI up until now, welcome to hell :)

Do you not like hell? Do you want to leave and crawl back up into the sunlight of the old UI? Well, have I got a link for you! A beautiful tumblr user (who is not me) has gone and fixed things beautifully for you already: https://github.com/enchanted-sword/dashboard-unfucker

You will need to have Tampermonkey installed on your browser of choice, and once that's done, just go to the github link above, and peruse the readme to install. And voila! You have your old dash back!

The authors of XKit Rewritten said during the experiments that at the time, since this was an "experiment" they weren't going to implement anything to revert to the old UI (although who knows if they'll do it now). And the dashboard unfucker has worked beautifully enough for me to where I genuinely couldn't tell if they had ended the experiment or not.

[hollis-art]

🌈stargazing with your best buddie. your bestie. your gal pal. 🏳️‍🌈

[bloominglegumes]

i love normal guys doomed by the narrative

[ryssbelle]

Drew a bunch of Marinettes in a bunch of different artists styles it was a lot of fun!!

Artists who's styles I mimicked: @buggachat @hamsternamedmarinette @ladybeug @sabertoothwalrus and @anna-scribbles all epic artists 🤟😎

[captain-krow-drozdov]

Danny Is An Alternate Version Of Ra's Al Ghul And Flash Already Called Dibs On Adopting Him

Danny In All His Sleep Deprived Slightly Scuffed Up From A Fight Glory Is On His Way To Clockworks Tower To Hopefully Get A Nap And Maybe Some Homework Done When A Natural Portal Opens Up In Front Of Him And Proceeds To Unceremoniously Drop Him In The DC Verse Just Outside Of Central City Before Promptly Closing Leaving A Tired Danny Behind In A Run Down Abandoned Parking Lot.

It's Times Like This When Danny Regrets Putting Off Learning How To Make His Own Portals, Cause Now He Is Very Much Stuck For The Foreseeable Future And He Has No Idea Where Or When He Is. Luckily For Him However Central City Isn't Too Far Away, Unlucky For Him However Is That Once In The City He Realizes This Isn't His Dimension. He's Pretty Sure He'd Remember Something Called The Justice League.

So What Do You Do When Supernatural Bullshit Fails You? You Fall Back On Your Mad Scientist Roots And You Make A Portal Gun. So That's Exactly What Danny Plans To Do.

Unfortunately Staying Alive And Building Questionably Safe Portal Technology Requires Money And Supplies, So He Ends Up Wandering From City To City Doing Odd Jobs/Fixing Up Busted Tech For Cash Or Unwanted Electronics For His "Operation: Get Home" Needs. This Obviously Ends In A Few Superhero Encounter Shenanigans.

Though He Always Ends Up Back Near Central City, Both On The Off Chance The Natural Portal Will Open Up Again And Because Out Of All The Superheroes That Apparently Exist In This Universe The Speedsters Are His Favorite (Red Robin Is Solidly His Second Favorite Ever Since The Gotham Vigilante Gave Him A Large Coffee Filled With Enough Caffeine To Kill A Man).

Unbeknownst To Danny However Is That Every Hero/Vigilante He Has Encountered Has Come To At Least One Of The Following Conclusions; 1. Run Away Meta Who Is In Desperate Need Of A Good Meal/Adoption Bait. 2. Possibly Red Robin/Tim Drake Clone 3. A Good Kid But Could Possibly Be A Future Rouge If Left Unsupervised. 4. Did Bats Get A New Kid And Why Is He Here?

All Flash Knows Is That He Saw The Kid First And Therefore Has Dibs. Suck It Bruce.

Fast-forward A Few Months And Danny Gets Hurt During A Rogue Attack While Trying To Help Some Civilians Get To Safety (Old Hero Habits Die Hard (Ha Die Hard) And All That Jazz) And He Nopes Out Once Everyone Is Safe And When The Paramedics Are Busy With Other People Unaware He Left A Blood Sample Behind.

One DNA Test Brought To You By Paranoid Bat Concerns Of A Possible Red Robin Clone Later And They Find Out That Dannys DNA Matches One Ra's Al Ghul.

They Now Think Danny Is An Escaped Ra's Al Ghul Clone.

Memes For The Vibes:

[sarcastic-clapping]

iwtv + text posts (2/?)

[itseghost]

a few meager cr3 sketches :] ft feywild fearne, orym's sending stone blues, and the revival scene from blood and dust that i sketched ages ago and decided i was never going to finish lmao

[livvy-art]

i wish i could caption this with "and now for something completely siffrint" but the last thing i posted was. also siffrin.