#and it doesn't take THIS long usually

[buttercupshands]

finally got THE SR Dabi

Useless if UR Dabis are already there, and event ended like... a year ago BUT THE OUTFIT WITH BLACK HAIR FINALLY

the collection is complete... both Dabi one and SR LoV one

[sakuravalelp]

Phantom letters - DPXDC PROMPT

The bats wake up one day to the internet going crazy; people around the world were getting letters from they're diseased loved ones. The reactions are mixed, from people being outraged for the "prank" to people crying in melancholy at getting closure.

All the letters have something in common: They're closed with a green sealing wax that had an stylize DP and the name Phantom beneath it. Posts about the cards were using the # Phantom Letters.

The bats are discussing the viral posts in the cave when Alfred comes holding a basket filled with letters, announcing they were left at the doors. The letters had the sealing wax that they recognize from the posts. Checking the cameras they can see how they glitch before the basket appears.

Alfred starts to distribute the letters that had only one destinatary. Letters from each Thomas and Martha to both Bruce and Alfred. Letters from each John and Mary to Dick. A letter from Catherine to Jason. A letter from the Drake's to Tim, and another one to Bruce.

Once they had calmed down enough from the shock, Alfred proceeded to read the shared recipients. From Thomas and Martha to "The grandchildren we never got to meet." From John and Mary to "the family that took our little Robin in." Letters from Catherine to "My little boys family." The letters were directed to people the deceased didn't get to meet.

As much as the mere existence of the letters tugged at their hearts, they decided to not read them until they verified that the handwriting actually belong to the ones it claimed. They checked each letter, and in the end confirmed the letters were in fact from they're lost love ones.

After much discussion, each person makes the decision to read they're own letters later in private, and they proceed to read the ones that shared recipients out loud. The letter mentioned specifics like names and events that the deceased shouldn't have been able to know, including they're vigilante abilities, which had them pause each time to panic a bit. But what was more interested were certain pieces of the letters that mentioned a Prince Phantom.

"Prince Phantom said to don't mention things past our death, but it wasn't a command, so we're hoping this won't be much of a problem." - John and Mary

"I still can't believe Prince Phantom is letting us do this, but I'm so glad." - Catherine

It finally paints the mystery in a more concerning light when at the end of Thomas and Martha's letter there is a call for help.

"We're sorry for ending the letter on a serious tone, but seeing the kind of job you all get involved in, we wanted to ask: Could you please help Prince Phantom? Phantom had asked us to not give information about this, but he's so young, and has already been hurt so much. Please, check on Amity Park, Illinois."

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Meanwhile, team Phantom has decided that they needed to get the news about the GIW out of Amity and ask for help. Two problems:

the GIW blocks any technological attempt made.

People might be afraid to learn that ghosts exist and side with the GIW.

As a way to deal with the public image, Phantom opens a possibility that the death have never had:

"All afterlives are open to write letters to their love ones that are still alive today. Nothing that includes threats, and don't go talking about the anti-ecto acts or Amity Park yet, we're trying to ease people into our existence first. Also, I know you all check on your love ones when the veil is thin, but please keep the things you shouldn't know out of the letters if possible. If you want your letter to be sent in the first batch, make sure to deliver your letter before the week ends."

Letters are a good way to reconnect people with the death, they aren't digital, and the GIW won't be able to intercept letters if they're send through inter-dimensional portals. Two birds in one shot.

[damianito]

The holy trinity (close up ↴ )

[nelkcats]

Parent's Day

Ghosts didn't have a father's or mother's day as such, but they did have a day where they combined both. A day to celebrate your guardians. Humans, Yetis, Amazons or Gods, it was a quiet day to thank them for your ghost adoption.

Dan and Ellie had spent a few years under the halfa's care but at the end of the day they considered him their guardian (although Dan did it reluctantly), so when they heard about Parent's Day they panicked.

They wanted to show Danny that they really appreciated him but a mug or coupons were not enough. In the end after some brainstorming they decided to give him the closest thing to a mug that was in the Realms: Constantine's complete soul.

John Contantine was a very annoying human, they knew this because they heard Danny complain about his paperwork many times. Apparently their father had 99% of his soul but couldn't do anything until he had 100%, and what better gift than to help him get rid of the paperwork? He hated paperwork! It was perfect!

With some help from Clockwork they traveled to DC's dimension, determined to take the last of the hellblazer's soul. Dan wondered if he should steal a star from the dimension while they were there (Danny liked space didn't he?), as an extra gift.

John Constantine was in the middle of explaining the holes in reality to the Justice League when a shiver ran through his body. He had an instant bad feeling.

[thebramblewood]

Settle in, folks. It's time for a little story.

Previous / Next

Helena: Do you ever sleep?

Caleb: [distractedly] Rarely. It’s the benefit of an all-plasma diet. Hunting expends more energy than anything else.

Helena: Is that why Lilith always threatens to rip our heads off if we interrupt her beauty sleep?

Caleb: Oh, she barely needs a reason to make threats. What’s keeping you awake?

Helena: Why didn’t you stop me from feeding on that man. You could’ve gotten in my head and told me not to.

Caleb: I can’t be your conscience, Helena. That sort of willpower has to come from within.

Helena: [mutters dejectedly] You say that like it’s easy.

Caleb: Of course it isn’t easy. But it is possible.

Helena: I nearly killed him. She wanted me to go all the way and I almost did.

Caleb: You restrained yourself in the end.

Helena: Only to sit back and watch her finish the job!

Caleb: You’re hardly alone in that regard.

Helena: She tried to push you too?

Caleb: [meditatively] There’s no such thing as a good vampire. You’ll make mistakes, which is why you shouldn't strive to be perfect, just better. The point of no return is to stop believing you can be better.

Helena: I need to understand her — and why you stay with her. Caleb, where did all this begin? I tried to ask how she became a vampire, but she only told me to talk to you.

Caleb: [cagily] I’m not sure it’s my story to tell.

Helena: But she never will, and doesn’t it involve you as much as her?

Caleb: [after a moment’s silence] Focus on my thoughts.

Helena: I’m still not very good at this.

Caleb: Come closer. Physical touch strengthens the bond. Relax, Helena. Close your eyes. Let me show you.

[cerise-on-top]

Nikolai with a s/o who always has a hand on his chest? With consent ofc, and it’s always to feel his heartbeat. I think of this all the time and it’s always super cute in my head.

Hello! That is pretty cute!

Nikolai Always with Reader’s Hand on His Chest

Nikolai is a pretty laid back and chill sort of man, so he usually doesn’t mind you putting your hand over his heart. Maybe not while you’re walking, though, he doesn’t want you to trip. It’s very sweet to him: You wanna make sure that he’s alive? That he’s still with you? That his heart is still beating? Trust me, not even death could take him away from you. He’d dig his way out of his grave after killing the reaper with his bare hands himself. You can always put your hand over his chest while you’re at home together, though. It’s nice to feel you. After a while it would be reassuring to him as well, feeling that you’re there, that you’re with him. He thinks it’s sweet that you always want to be touching him, because if it was up to you he’d do the same thing with you. After some time, once he’s realized that you’re always touching him whenever you can, he tries to get into positions that facilitate you touching him a bit. Usually lies on his back when you’re cuddling so you have full access to him. Can and will fall asleep like that, but will also want to hold you back. Will also put his hand over your heart as well so he can “get back at you”. In reality, feeling your heartbeat is also just nice and reassuring to him. However, he sometimes might lie on your chest in order to hear it as well, something like it lulls him to sleep, after all. You can put your hand over his chest in public as well, though, he doesn’t particularly mind cuddling in public either. There’s a good chance you’ll be nicely clothed, though, so you won’t feel his heartbeat unless you slip your hand under his clothes. You can do that, he doesn’t care about strangers staring in public. However, once it’s time to continue walking around, release him. You can continue your antics once you’ve found another nice bench to sit on.

[mars-ipan]

some postgame doodles for pride month

[uncanny-tranny]

Socialization theory with regards to trans people might have been an interesting conversation if people hadn't ever used it to mean, "you will always be [gender] no matter what, and my assumptions about how you were socialized mean more and are more true than whatever you say you went through as a child. Your account of your life is untrustworthy because it doesn't align with what I say is [male/female] socialization."

I'm not sure this theory wouldn't have been picked up by transphobes, but it's infuriating how you can't even discuss your thoughts about your own transness or growing up trans without being called a liar.

[rotisseries]

rick riordan dickriders on here will be like "why are you complaining about the pjo tv show, go watch the movies and see what a bad adaptation really looks like" ok well listen to the musical watch it on youtube and see what a good adaptation looks like bitch. it can be done. as a fucking stage musical. what did that 15 million per episode do for disney that chris mccarell couldn't

[raifuujin]

“I just don't like Gosho's use of ideas nowadays” do you have some examples? I’ve been feeling the same but I still don’t have like articulate thoughts on it

Well, 'nowadays' has been for. About ten years, ish? The most glaring example that always sticks out in my mind is the Sun Halo MK chapters, with the complete and utter waste of the very common fanfic tropes of 'Aoko gets suspicions' and 'Kid gets injured around someone'. But it kind of matches the general problem I have with his writing that I don't think used to be this bad: He's trying to stuff too much around the strict case-by-case structure (or for MK, introducing the heist-by-heist structure) without actually giving anything focus. (And for MK it's so much worse because he writes it so rarely, that he makes everyone cameo every time but they tend to just get hand waves to whatever drama plot gets instigated by Kid having his next heist.)

For DC, it's the whole. 1) Overarching plot with the BO and suspects and 'here's the available suspects for who's involved with the BO that we introduce one at a time at the end of cases and then maybe leave more clues about them during future cases'. 2) Dangling character or relationship progress and then constantly pulling it away, usually as a joke. 3) When we do occasionally get some of the major plot, it's all at once and then maybe mentioned once in the next case, but otherwise completely dropped. (Amuro and Akai and Kudo tea party tease also lingers as a 'Gosho is just evil at this point'.) Basically rigid structure that doesn't allow for much of the subplots aside from breadcrumbs.

For the current situation, it's also tied into interview comments. Which. have no bearing on the story until he actually uses them. But instead of even that, the movie gets exciting stuff instead and puts it in a giant limbo of is it meant to be canon or not, because no one has been able to settle on that for any movie, even as some details get connected back to the manga more and more.

It's bad writing. Gosho has been a bad writer for a long time, and it's kinda just getting worse. It's my opinion that it's because he tries to have his case after case after case (because mystery manga), and then stuff little bits of everything else in the seams, whether it works well with the case he's writing or if it's a good delivery or (more usually) it's just. Kinda tacked on.

It's partially because of time investment, partially because I have low standards of entertainment, and partially because I want to see how it all ends that I stick with DC. MK is. Similar, but hurts more because I really hate how it morphed into the DC structure when old MK had more you could do with it. Gosho will never drop his rigid case-by-case structure at this point, but it really would be better if he did at this point. Things need development that they're not allowed to have. Or at least smooth out the lines between his hints. And stop with Heiji and Kazuha, just. God. Stop. Is this how people felt about Kid appearances? I feel like at least when people were mad about Kid, they knew nothing was going to happen from the get go, the romance 'tease' is just painful.

[transmasc-rose]

RULES: make a poll with 5 of your all-time favorite characters and then tag 5 people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite! (tagged by @seaweedstarshine)

Tagging (don't worry if you don't want to/have done it already!): @transgenderdoctorwhomst @27-27-gruff-triplets @quietwingsinthesky @lost-tardis-room @a-shard-of-quartz-lol

[sagau-my-beloved]

More or less a continuation of the Venti jealousy oneshot

Warnings: general sagau, codependency, obsession

-

Morning came all too quickly, light trickling in as it usually did without any care towards your desires, the idea seemed almost poetic in a way. The entire world morphed to suit your whims, yet the stars remained as uncaring as ever.

You awoke with a foggy mind, a mixture of dream and reality swirling through what little consciousness you currently held. You were quick to notice a heavy weight as well, one that lay unmoving atop you.

It only took a second for you to see Venti's body completely tangled in yours, limbs sprawled about, legs intertwined, and his head resting softly on your chest.

A recollection of exactly what happened the night prior finally started to crystallize, all the words, both spoken and unspoken, that were exchanged...

He looked so peaceful like that, his eyes fluttered closed, lips slightly parted, so content, as if in that moment he wasn't a God that had borne witness to countless bloodshed, that had a hand in causing it. He was simply your Venti, an unburdened creature so full of the whimsy you found yourself lacking.

You gently caressed his hair, feeling him stir slightly at the feeling, seemingly pulling himself out of whatever slumber originally occupied his mind.

"You're here..."

Who gave him permission to sound that adorable when half awake, seriously, you needed to have a long conversation with whoever felt it fitting to give an Archon the ability to melt hearts so easily.

"Of course I am." You cooed, cupping his cheek as he leaned into your hand.

Venti immediately pressed a soft kiss to your palm with closed eyes, a warm act that almost caused butterflies, if he hadn’t had done it over a million times before.

You returned the act with a soft smile, befitting of your title, as he looked up at you with beautiful bright eyes.

"I missed you..." He mumbled, leaning up to kiss you, getting close enough to allow you to close the final gap.

You laughed slightly, the sound ringing out across the room as Venti cherished it.

"I've been with you this entire time."

He only chooses to cling closer, nuzzling his head into your neck, "I really missed you..."

He was always like this the mornings you spent together, so desperate to have you all to himself. You once had someone walk in on a morning like this, come to check on you since he had been hogging you for the entirety of it, and that poor person had a door slammed directly in their face.

Sadly, you couldn't indulge him as heavily this time, some mixture of hunger and anxiety from where you left the previous night’s conversation prompted you to attempt to wiggle your way out of his grasp, an attempt he didn't take kindly to.

"You're not leaving, are you?" Venti asked with a pout, obvious displeasure bleeding through his voice.

"I'm sorry," it was a sheepish apology, containing traces of the underlying emotions you were attempting to conceal, "I've got meetings to attend today, I should really get ready."

Of course that wasn't a full lie, there was the meeting on the new irrigation system, the one tackling the problem of the increasing elemental slimes, the festival planning committee for the new holiday that your followers were all so insistent on creating for the day of your arrival... It was going to be a busy day. Venti could sense the use of an excuse though, pouncing on it with a dejected expression.

"Do you not want to be here, with me?"

He definitely had a way of cutting to the root of the problem didn’t he, forgoing all the flowery embellishments in favor of simply asking a question you couldn't possibly answer.

You did answer though, settling on what might be seen as the least direct and most evasive.

"It's nothing like that, truly. I just can't allow you to hog me today."

Venti let out a hum in response, doing little to loosen his hold on you.

"Or..." He started, wrapping his arms around you fully, effectively trapping you further, "You could let me take you out to Windrise, or maybe Stormbearer Point? We never go out that far out together."

His voice was a mixture of hope and need, played off with the same carefree tone he was known for. That sounded like an altogether pleasant outing really, but it certainly wasn't something in the cards for you today, or this week, or probably this month.

Venti could sense your answer before your mouth even opened to relay it, and yet his expression didn't match what you were expecting it to fall to, the same needy and down stricken completely heart-wrenching face he made every time you denied him of your presence, in its place was something akin to a hardened determination, something that could be considered dangerous.

"And what if I just kept you here instead, hmm?"

You gave him a curious look, tilting your head to the side in an attempt to fully understand exactly what he was implying, him matching your expression with a mischievous glint and rather cheeky smile.

"Oh my dear divine creator, do tell me you'll indulge your most loyal, trusted, and loved follower?"

You stifled a giggle at his tone, mentally picturing the image of exactly how Zhongli would react if he heard such 'blasphemy' come out of the mouth of his former companion in arms.

"Those are bold words you know."

Venti feigned offense at the implication, "Yet true all the same, right? I am your favorite, aren't I? You'll say it won't you?"

He was practically begging for praise, mumbled words of pleas in between him exercising his hard-earned privilege of being allowed to press his lips against your skin, a privilege unique to him and very few others, and he certainly made full use of it.

You wanted to protest, refute all of it, the notion that you would be spending any part of your day indulging him instead of attending to your much more important work, the idea that you held him on some sort of pedestal above your other followers, but it seemed particularly difficult to actually get the words out as Venti was intent on filling every one of your thoughts with how gently he touched you. His fingers were softly pressed against your back, certainly not demanding, never forceful, never anything but loving, loving and desperate that is.

"Please," it was practically a breathy moan, "Please look at me."

You hadn't even realized your eyes had wandered off, to a safer and less intense place than his gaze.

You hesitantly moved them back, intentionally avoiding his own eyes in favor of watching how his hair swayed with every subtle movement. He seemed content with that.

"Don't ever stop looking at me."

The way he said it, with a broken voice, as if your attention was lifesaving, as if he'd truly and utterly suffer without it, a living death.

He was yours, all yours, nothing but yours. Yours to do anything with, yours to own and use. But it was all pointless if you discarded him, if you chose not to look at him, not to acknowledge him, to deprive him of the very thing he lived off.

Back the way things were at the beginning, him being simply another face among a sea of people who worshiped you, how he died a little inside every time your eyes simply brushed over him, how he had to claw and fight his way to the position he was currently in, and how he would do it again a million times over.

Oh how he would easily morph himself into whatever you wanted. Appearance, personality, moral code, it was all worthless, all adaptable. Maybe you've grown to find his voice grating, or perhaps you're attracted to a more refined look, he saw you stealing glances at Diluc the other day after all... Do you consider him lazy? Should he take a more active role as an Archon like Ei?

You watched him spiral, not entirely sure what it was he was over-analyzing, but concerned nonetheless.

"Venti?"

Your voice brought him back almost immediately, eyes snapping to attention as if ready to hang on to any word you could possibly speak, any noise at all that would exit your parted lips worth as much as any gospel.

"Are you alright? You seem kind of... stressed."

Venti savored the individual sounds of the syllables, simply the way you spoke them, the slight twinge of a foreign accent that didn't quite belong to the land of Teyvat, one that he could never hope to imitate or hear in any other person, something that was uniquely you. It took a moment longer for him to register the syllables in relation to each other, the words they spelled out and the implications behind the subtle rises and falls in your voice throughout the sentences. You had a way of making everything sound like the most beautifully written song. A single line, one that he must have heard other variations of a million times before, so easily reducing all of his handcrafted ballets to dust.

Venti blinked owlishly for a moment, as if not quite sure how to respond, seemingly unable to even fathom following your beautiful symphony with one of his own creation.

You could see it now, the way he was regressing, receding into the same mindset he had as a simple wind wisp, the form you had first met him in, or so you were told.

You briefly thought back to that moment, how he explained it with sad eyes and a reminiscent smile. That was a difficult day for you both.

But the more immediate problem was how your beloved Archon was quickly losing touch with reality.

You could see it in the way his eyes seemed to glaze over, how they unfocused themselves when acknowledging anything that wasn't you, how he looked as if he wasn't even aware of any of it.

You weren't blessed with the ability to read minds, but you were sure that if you exercised such a skill in his current presence, the only thing that you would hear would be your name on infinite repeat, with the same adoring tone that displayed all over his face.

He was particularly cute when love drunk, to say anything less would be a blatant lie. Simply watching how his eyes sparkled brought an unconscious smile to your face, along with a strong feeling of wanting nothing more than to simply hold him and love him, to give in to him. It was a very dangerous feeling, you knew that by heart.

You let out a soft sigh, a noise that caused him to immediately perk up, filled with an obvious desire to be told what to do, what exactly you wanted from him, what he could do to make you happy.

"I'm supposed to be somewhere in about fifteen minutes you know."

You intentionally avoided saying anything about Kaeya and the whole Treasure Hoarder situation, but it somehow seemed as if Venti knew, which was rather obvious in the way his face immediately darkened.

"Stay." It wasn't spoken as a suggestion, but not quite as a demand either. "I'll deal with him myself tomorrow."

You weren't quite sure you liked the way he phrased that, implying his intention was to deal with Kaeya and not the situation—

As it was always better to attempt damage control before the damage had even occurred, you did your best to mumble out a few excuses laced with apologies as you attempted to once again wiggle out of the sheets, and eventually, with a push more forceful than you had originally intended, you managed to do just that. The end result, however, was less than desirable: Venti on the floor with an incredibly shocked expression.

As much as you did want to offer to take him with you, allow him the honor of indulgence, an honor only you could grant, you weren't as sure as you would have been comfortable in the notion that he wouldn't attempt to shoot Kaeya on sight.

So instead, you opted for a sorry smile, followed by a quick dash to and out the door before he could even blink, much less protest.

Venti stayed on the floor for quite a while after, slowly coming to terms with the fact that you weren't coming back. He was rather sure that if you were still here, you'd think he mimicked a kicked puppy, and the comparison wouldn't be too far off.

He contemplated sitting there all day, imagining the loving expression you'd wear when coming back to find him in the exact same place you left him. That, in itself, would make it more than worth it.

But then again, how much happier might you look if you came back to flowers? A bundle of Mondstadt's finest ones at that, and he could even add some crystal cores in, as you always seemed so enamored by the Crystalflies.

Or maybe you'd prefer a nice meal? It did pain him to think of how often you didn’t focus on your health, so preoccupied, so diligent to take care of everyone else. Venti made a sour face at the thought, he would continue to stand by the statement that none of them deserve it, especially at the cost of your well-being.

It was difficult to stop the rapid-fire ideas that seemed to keep multiplying, everything he could do in the span of time before your re-arrival. But Venti was fully prepared to tackle them, all while daydreaming of the praise you just might give him in return.

[huangrenjuns]

Renjun ♡ Faded in My Last Song | NCT Nation Japan

[maddymoreau]

Fallout New Vegas Lucky 38 Presidential Suite Sleeping Arrangement Headcanons:

I've been thinking about how the sleeping arrangement would work, since there are only three beds and six couches in the Lucky 38’s Presidential Suite.

Here’s what I imagine:

Veronica Santangelo and Rose of Sharon Cassidy:

In the smaller bedroom to the left, Veronica and Cass share this bed together. Veronica is used to sleeping close to someone since she grew up in a bunker. While Cass has slept in worse conditions while traveling for her caravan work. So neither mind sharing.

Sometimes sleeping next to Cass makes Veronica think of Christine.

If Cass is up late drinking or can’t sleep (she finds the Lucky 38 creepy) then she’ll drink until she's knocked out. Sleeping on one of the empty couches or while sitting at the kitchen table.

Lily Bowen:

Lily sleeps by herself on the bed next to Veronica and Cass'. Since she's too large to use a couch and takes up an entire bed by herself. Everyone has woken up before to Lily listening to the holotape of her grandchildren, but no one is ever bothered by it. Lily has also tucked everyone at least once into bed.

Craig Boone:

Boone ALWAYS sleeps on the couch. He’s used to sleeping in uncomfortable positions due to his NCR work, so he doesn’t mind. I think he'd also feel guilty taking a bed. Also, he doesn't want to share a bed with anyone else because the last person he did that with was Carla.

He usually likes the couch next to the pool table since it faces the Lucky 38's elevators. However, if Cass falls alseep there after drinking a little too much, then Boone will take a different couch.

Rex:

Rex changes where and who he sleeps every night, but whenever he sleeps with Boone it’s like this:

Raul Tejada, Arcade Gannon and My Courier Six:

Raul, Arcade and her all share the main big bedroom.

Usually Raul and Courier Six share the bed with ED-E (and sometimes Rex) in the middle. Raul will 100% play the arthritis and old man card.

Despite ghouls being described as gross/smelly, even Raul describes it "stink like a public toilet after Cinco de Mayo". Courier Six isn't bothered by it and doesn't mind sleeping next to him.

Actually, during the two years she worked as a courier she slept alone in many dangerous places. So, now being able to sleep next to someone makes her feel safe and happy.

Arcade usually takes the two couches and pushes them together. It's never comfortable, but he would rather do that than share a bed. His height makes sleeping on the couches difficult.

Arcade LMAO:

When Courier Six and Raul are gone he gets some of the BEST sleep in his life. The Presidential Suite beds are probably one of the few times in the Mojave he's found a bed that fits someone his height.

If Raul and Courier Six return late and Arcade is sleeping they'll just let him have the bed and sleep on the couches normally.

ED-E:

99% of the time ED-E is snuggling Courier Six. However if she's gone he'll either lay next to wherever Rex has settled, intentional sleep near Arcade to annoy him or just float by the elevator waiting for her return.

Courier Six snuggles ED-E like this:

[spotaus]

Me frfr ^

I've been reading a fic today as a treat for finally being on vacation, and when I say I've just been entranced I mean it. (Also. The fic in question is @ancientschampionau 's well, Ancients & Champions fic lol! It's captivated me >:])

[defiledtomb]

ok who woke the bear