#atiya thinks

[slutsareteacherstoo]

Random thoughts before i get into reading. Im wearing a boubou/ muu muu/ house dress and i really wanna know the science behind why it’s this clothing that makes people feral versus like idk anything else

The other thing is like im surprised about the recoil i have 🤣 like im not a big booty babe, kinda flat BUT sometimes i be dancing and im like wait 🤔 it’s something back there huh🤣

I do also think this is part of second puberty though. As long as touches everything except my chest Ill be okay with that. But yeah ive noticed my thighs and hips have gotten bigger and it’s slowly getting to my butt😌

Anyways lemme go back to doing my hair and reading

[atiyasnake]

Yall, I gotta ask, exactly just how normal is it for you for stories to be on your mind 24/7?

Like for me, it what I think about always. I'm thinking about this fic, that fic, and a possible new fic. I'm thinking about a prompt or rough outline I created a doc for almost 2 years ago or 2 weeks ago.

I'm thinking about what the next chapter is about or how I want the plot to progress. Or that one moment I've been gnawing on like a dog with a bone.

I drive to work and while making sure it's safe to switch lanes, I think about how X character will deal with the next situation I'll put them in.

In-between work phone calls and tasks, I'm itching to open my doc and write a few lines. Reread my outline, maybe rewrite a draft. Even though I only have access to them on my phone and I can't type on that, cause it honest to God has caused me pain in my hands and -like I said- I'm at work.

Even right now, I'm at work. It's an hour until we close and I'm the only one working the front desk hoping no one calls cause I've having a good time daydreaming about how I want one of my stories to go.

In my jumbled up mess inside my head, I'm twisting and turning around all the components of a story. What POV will it be, how the dialogue will go, and what is the next thing I need to write? I'm switching bullet points and little snippets of notes I've written on a sticky note or typed on my phone.

I'm trying to piece it all together into something I can and want to write. It's all I think about.

It's not just fanfiction either. I have my own original stuff. Stories I'd love to write, would love to read.

I think about rewriting short stories I've written in writing club in my notebook or typed up on my computer. I imagine scenarios to put characters I haven't even created in.

I don't know their names or the color of their eyes, but I know they'll fight with a smile and blood staining their teeth. I'll know that their friend will run their fingers through their hair. I'll know that they don't like it when people yell and are bad at cooking.

When I go to sleep, I would basically tell myself a story. It used to just be scenarios with some unknown character, but now it is filled with my brainstorming, wondering how things could go in my stories.

Especially my fics, since those are stories I know people actually read. It's crazy to think about.

There's a person, more than one, who read something I wrote. Who decided they liked it and would like to continue reading. It's absolutely mind boggling to even think of one, nevermind a dozen, a hundred, a thousand people have read something I wrote.

I think about them.

I wonder what they think of the words I strung together. What image comes into their head when they read them? I wonder what my words have made them feel.

I honestly can't describe just how much stories mean to me. I think about them all the time. From the moment I wake up till the moment I go to bed.

They're all I ever think about.

I don't know how someone can talk to me about stories without feeling as if their chest was about to burst. As if they're scrambling to find the proper words and could only yell and shake their hands with how it makes them feel.

How can you not want to scream, laugh, and cry when you think about stories and all that they are, all that they could be?

How can I just go on about my day knowing I have access to thousands of stories, am sharing a few of my own, but also will never know thousands of other ones that have yet to be created?

I honestly think I live for stories. Whether it was to read them, write them, or just think about them. I think they might be one of the reasons I'm still alive today.

Which funnily enough, is a story of its own.

[slutsareteacherstoo]

Yall my job is😵‍💫😵‍💫 need me write the original Terry fic for me i planned. Girl im so exhausted.

Need a massage and a nice long hug😩

Working on pt 2 still of the first one i posted life is just beating my ass

[sugutoad]

matchup trade for @averagetoyakinnie ! 

HARRY POTTER FAMILY ANALYSIS 

Your Significant Other

I match you up with Sirius Black. I think I explained quite a few times and why this ship is almost perfect in the my eyes, so I’ll just leave the links of previous matchups with him for reference:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Atiya Black

Let’s begin with the kids shall we? Meet your oldest daughter — Atiya Black — the coolest sister to exist. She was actually born even before the wedding ever took place. She has the hope of a future marriage that will stay strong.  Two years older than Harry Potter, she was in her 3rd year when the boy who lived joined Hogwarts. To the joy of the Black family, Atiya was sorted into Gryfindorr and Sirius may or may not have been jumping up and down in happiness. He never really liked Slytherins as they reminded him too much of his family and he was always the black swan because of his House, but now his pride and joy is following his step. She is pretty and she knows it! You know who else knows it? Cedric Diggory. Despite being a year older than her, he was so quickly captivated by Sirius’s eldest daughter. I feel like she would be a part of the Quidditch team as a catcher and after Oliver left, he wanted Atiya to become the new captain, but she already had too many responsibilities and passed it to Harry Potter. 

James Black

Next on the list is James Black - the local emo. At first glance, he looks a bit intimidating to most. But can you blame them? He inherited the majority of the Black family’s appearance and height, alongside their scary aura. But behind that, he is actually a big sweetheart who spends the majority of his time reading in the library. Because of this habit, he almost knows everything and is fluent in multiple languages. He has an extreme thirst for knowledge — the main reason for the sorting hat to sort him into Ravenclaw just like one of his dads. His favourite class is definitely charms and he loathes astrology because it doesn’t make proper sense to him, where are the facts and rules? He has a little white cat that is usually coddled up in his lap, named Toru. He attends Hogwarts in the same year as Harry, though he tries to avoid the boy who lived most of the time and has a quiet life. He is currently going through his 5th girlfriend, Daphne Greengrass (much to Sirius’s disappointment)

Julia Black

Our preppy teenager, Julia Black! Is she normal? No. But compared to the rest of the Black family? She is extremely normal. She is almost always up in everyone’s business and shares gossip all the time. But she actually means good. She might me a bit mean at times but her dads raised her to be respectful towards others. Like one of her brothers, she wastes lots of her money on buying clothes for herself. She really wanted to be a seeker in the Slytherin quidditch team, but they didn’t accept female players. Julia was so mad when she heard that and even barged into Snape’s office, demanding that he change that rule. Unfortunately, that only got her in detention. She is extremely picky with her taste in men and it took her until she met Theodore Nott, who somehow made her heart skip a beat just by his gaze. Sirius was so upset when he learned that she got sorted into Slytherin. It just reminded him too much of his family, but he knows Julia’s heart is in the right place. She is a year younger than Harry.

Joshua Black

Joshua Black sometimes doesn’t feel like a Black. He is extremely anxious and introverted, especially compared to his family. While his family members tend to be reckless, he prefers to stay in the back and mind his own business. He doesn’t want to become a great wizard, professor or auror like his siblings. He wants to become a healer, to create potions and spells that can cure almost everything. In his later years at Hogwarts, he became Headboy and the prefect for Slytherin. But don’t take his timid and reserved personality too seriously because he is intelligent, secretly charming and extremely cunning. He is almost 3 steps ahead of everyone and knows exactly how to manipulate people with compliments and smiles. When Sirius looks at Joshua, he sees Regulus too much. He is literally Uncle Regulus’s and Aunt Anna’s favourite nephew. He is the same age as Julia because not only were both of them early babies, but their parents conceived him almost as soon as Julia was born. But because of this, his birthday is really late (December) while his sister was born in February. He isn’t with anyone as of now, but everyone wants to be with him.

Haruka Black 

Enter the twins! Haruka Black was the older one. She is so creative. Not only is she amazing at art, but she was taught how to play multiple instruments as a kid, blessed with an angelic voice and she is an extremely good actress. She has a photo genetic memory and has all of Shakespeare’s plays memorised by heart, quietly muttering scenes before falling asleep as routine. Another part of her sleep routine is eating from her secret collection of sweets — a huge perk for having her own room. And much to Jaxrel’s dismay, she eats those sweets before dinner despite not being allowed to. She has ADHD and autism, but she doesn’t let anyone hold that against her. Despite having a sweet face, her clothing style is heavily inspired by Lolita and Goth. She has the biggest crush on Cedric, the prefect of her house — Hufflepuff. He always used to help her with studies and she just fell for him. Unfortunately, he is way too old and is currently dating her older sister. She was actually so pissed when Julia told her that she caught Atiya and Cedric entering an empty classroom. Atiya was so confused when Haruka did not speak to her for the rest of the week. 

Theo Black

Enter the younger twin - Theo Black. Unlike his twin sister who excels in the art section of life, he dominates the sports section in his family. Theo and Haruka. Haruka and Theo. They may be so different, but they are never seen without one another. He loves to annoy his siblings, but he will literally get so mad if you ever hurt his siblings. He doesn’t really get physical, but rather he is verbally aggressive and will slander you so hard that you would want to bawl your eyes out.  He looks up to the Marauders A LOT. He remakes their pranks just to annoy the Head of his house, Gryffindor. He has a really pretty face, but he is always so angry and pissed about the smallest things that are ruined (kind of like Bakugou). He wakes up so early and gets bored easily, so he wakes up everyone else in the house. They literally hate when he does that. Only one who knows about Haruka’s crush and bullies the shit of her. But when he found her crying, he sat down with her, offered her ice cream and watched anime with her.

Muhammad Black

Rich boy Muhammad Black time! But seriously, he uses his father’s money a lot. Sometimes he even brings up his family name in situations even though he knows he shouldn't use his last name to help him. Don’t worry though. He can normally handle almost any situation himself. No one really knows how he does it, but they let the youngest boy of the house do whatever he wants. He is the third child in his family to get sorted into Slytherin and he knows of his father’s hate towards that house yet Muhammad holds that house precious to himself. Like most of his siblings, he can speak them more than one language — Arabic and English in his case. He has a slight Middle Eastern accent. He is excellent at Defense the Dark Arts. Originally, he wanted to go to Drumstrang,  but his parents refused to send him so far away in a place they barely know of.

Sakura Black

The baby of the house - Sakura Black. She is literally her dad and Atiya’s favourite child/sibling even when they insist they don’t have any. She is an identical copy to Jaxrel in everything. She is fluent in many languages, plays instruments, maintains her appearance and has a wide range of styles. She may be confident, but she is extremely sensitive and cries easily. She is easily the sassiest Hufflepuff to exist. She is a master of spells. Her spells leave everyone baffled, even her family because who even taught her all those skills? The secret is Samuel. Samuel is a creature created by dark shadows that has been around her ever since she was born. Samuel teaches her a lot of magic, though he keeps quiet and rarely talks. He would kill for her without a single thought unless she tells him not to. In that case, he would stay quiet and scare the person instead. No one is really sure how Samuel came to be, but some say that some curse was placed on her by Bellatrix or another death eater. She is currently low key in love with a muggle and tries everything to get her attention.

Raising a Child — before, during and after Sirius’s prisonment period 

Sirius was only present during the birth of Atiya and James actually. But when Atiya was 3 and with James at 1, Sirius was falsely accused and sent to azkaban for helping Voldemort

Before that, Sirius and Jaxrel would spoil their kids non stop. Want a horse? Sure. Want a castle that looks like the one in Barbie? We’ll see what we can do

Atiya was harder to raise than James. Even as infants, Atiya would always climb on things and eat things that don’t belong in her mouth. James on the other hand was definitely more quiet and it was pretty concerning. 

Ok, don’t hate me, but I feel like the other kids would only be born in a happy au where Sirius never went to Azkaban. Especially if you want them in a similar generation as Harry. And after Azkaban, a part of Sirius would be to scared to have another kid because he is worried that he will leave them again

While he was away, Jaxrel tried everything to prevent her kids from forgetting memories of Sirius. He would place photos in their rooms and tell them memories 

Raising two kids was definitely hard. Both of her were different from one another and Jaxrel tried to make sure that both of her were always happy in their own way, but also educate them on certain aspects 

Sirius coming back was such a huge change. Both the kids and Jaxrel haven’t seen him in 12 years and all of a sudden he comes into their life? Well, they gladly accepted him with open arms. At that time, Atiya was 15 and James was 13

Include lots of tears and jokes ~

It felt awkward at first, Sirius almost felt like a guest at his house. But over time, things started moving along and he settled down again 

He would definitely sit with his kids and listen to them talk about what he missed. He was actually supportive of Atiya when he learned she had a boyfriend. She was old enough and could choose what she wants 

He plays quidditch with Atiya and jokes around with James

Overall, a really sweet family 

Reactions 

Black Family: Honestly, none of them really cared when Sirius announced both his marriage and the birth of his children. They were never really involved in his life before and I doubt that would change. In any case, they despise him even more for not settling with the bride they chose for him. Andromeda was the only one who came to his wedding and would come over once in a while. And at some point, Regulus would come over out of the blue to spoil the kids and stay for dinner. 

Marauders: They literally love all your kids. Each one of them is a godparent to at least 1 of the kids, in some cases, 2 kids. James would definitely teach all the kids his pranks. Lily is the wine aunt who is low key pissed out of everyone all the time and scolds James for guiding the kids on the ‘wrong’ path. Remus is so scared he is going to hurt the kids by accident. Whenever he would hold them when they were younger, his hands would literally be shaking. I feel like Peter always arrives with like 30 pounds of sweets for each kid (much to Haruka’s delight)

Family Dinner and Date Nights

Family dinners are so chaotic! At least 6 different dishes are always made each day because everyone has their own pick of foods. Occasionally, the younger kids would throw the food around.

Samuels presence makes everything worse. Imagine trying to eat as some sort of creature watches over all your movements? Luckily, the family is already used to it and barely react 

Everyone is speaking over one another about their day or gossiping in Julia’s case. Occasionally, Haruka and Theo would start stopping on one another’s foot and start complaining to Jaxrel

Family dinners actually happen often despite the size of the family and their different schedules. They try to figure out a time that they can sit down together 

Dater Nights are almost impossible to have with like 8 kids in the house. Usually, Regulus and Anna would come over and take care of the kids while Sirius and Jaxrel go out

But even during the night, a part of them is constantly thinking about their kids. It’s a bad habit they both developed ever since Atiya was born 

Date nights are often start at their favourite restaurant and they go on a small walk in the dark, hands intertwined, as they exchange jokes 

It is during those nights, where they can truly act like teenagers again and not like the stressed adult they are. 

[atiyasnake]

So I never expected to be googling a lot about clowns but here we are. I got inspired to write a bit of a blurb :p

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After Freakshow Danny had less than positive feelings about clowns, but he pushed himself to face that fear and anger and he was so glad he did. Clowns allowed laughter and fun into what could be a difficult stressful life. They did it in different ways that had been cultivated throughout history. From Jesters that would be the only ones who dare suggest the King was a fool in his own court to a Clown making the birthday kid a balloon animal. There were different sorts of clowns too, with different acts and costumes. 

Danny liked them. He respected them. He respected the commitment, art, humor, and skill that they had. Hell, Clown School was actually very difficult to get into and successfully graduate from. Painting an egg wasn’t as easy as you would think.

Danny had even met some ghosts whose profession when they were alive was being a clown. Some of them were the best of the best. Masters of their craft and he loved talking and hanging out with them. Getting to see their various shows and tricks. Even being encouraged to make some of his own. It had been freeing to be able to act goofy and fun. To let the inhuman side of being a halfa out in curious ways that enabled an act a clown would be proud to have even if he still had much to learn.

So when he moved to Gotham and learned about the Joker and the pain, sorrow, and rage that man caused all in the name of being a clown - it made Danny hate him with passion. People in Gotham were wary of clowns, they hated them. You didn't see much of merchandise for the profession. There weren't any clown employees really in Gotham. No birthday parties where a kid wanted one. No theater that would have any sort of clown-related performance. There was even a warning for passing circuses (which rarely visited) that they would be unable to show their clown act.

Any mention of a clown was met with fear, anger, and wariness. It was something that no one dared to talk about, no one wanted to talk about. 

It made Danny feel twisted inside. 

He hated the Joker. Not only for the evil and pain that he had caused in Gotham City but because he twisted something Danny loved. He had twisted it for so many people. Danny wouldn’t have any more of that, he couldn’t. 

So with permission from the ghosts of Master Clowns he had known for years and permission from Lady Gotham herself, Danny began his task. 

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There were a group of children that had been kidnapped from a hospital by the Joker and his goons. With an evil smile only emphasized by the red-smeared makeup, the Joker had told them of their fate if his demands weren’t met. He laughed at how they would make wonderful decorations after his joke played out and would sure be a treat for ‘batsy’. The kids didn’t dare say a word or even a sound. It made the Joker annoyed for a bit and he didn’t let them leave until they smiled and showed that they were having fun. Only when they did, did the Joker have his goons take them away with too-tight grips and nudges with guns into their back No care for the pain or injuries they already had that were the reason they were in the hospital in the first place.  

They were shoved into an empty dirty room and left there waiting. They huddled close, cold and scared. Hurting. There were men outside and they knew it would be impossible for them to leave unless someone like Batman showed up and rescue them. 

But time crept by and no one showed up. 

Much much later as the children grew to believe that they would never leave there was suddenly a faint twinkling sound in the room.  Someone else was sitting in the room with them,  in front of their huddled forms was someone sitting with their legs crossed. 

They had tensed up and froze at the sudden appearance but there was something that kept the fear away. Which didn’t make sense to them because in front of them, in the dim light was a clown. 

Clowns in Gotham were never a good thing. It was a clown that had taken them from the safety of the hospital, men wearing those painted white faces and red noses that had shoved them into the room. Except…there was something different about the person sitting in front of them.  

This clown didn’t look anything like the Joker or the masks. There was no red nose or creepy red smeared paint in the shape of a smile, not even the dark makeup that surrounded the Joker’s eyes. Instead, this clown had a white star painted on their cheeks, the points of stars peeking out from the inner corner of their eyes while on the other side were small black-shaped stars. Other than that there was nothing else covering skin that showed warmth or eyes that were nothing like the Joker’s. 

Even the clothes were different. 

While the Joker had a vivid purple suit with green and stains that they didn’t want to think about, this clown had darker cleaner clothes that actually looked like what a clown might wear in a circus. The shirt was poofy with sleeves fitted at the wrists. The fabric was dark but sparkled and they could see star designs, it looked like the night sky.  There was a white lace ruffle fitted around their neck. There was a white fabric tied around their waist that could have been a ribbon, meanwhile, their pants were black and fitted and they wore flat shoes. Nothing at all like the Joker, especially with white hair at the top of their head instead of green.

But still, the children had to be careful. The Joker played tricks, mean ones.

 “Are you one of the Joker’s?” a small voice asked from their huddled-up group. It was Sally, a girl with cancer and a bandana covering her head. 

The clown shook their head and scrunched up their face until their eyes were closed. It was exaggerated and made it clear that they didn’t like the Joker. 

“Who are you then?” Joseph, a boy with a broken arm and a reputations for ‘falls’ despite his caution, asked. 

The clown smiled and pointed to their cheek where one of the white stars was. 

“Star?”

At that, the clown nodded enthusiastically. With the motion came the sound of twinkling like when the clown appeared. The clown smiled and tilted their head. They looked curious, pointing at themself and to the star on their cheek before pointing at the children again.  

Star wanted to know their names. 

The children looked at each other. Each of them could see the different injuries, exhaustion, and fear. But then they looked at Star who was sitting calmly with a gentle smile. Star was nothing like the Joker and so, quietly they introduced themselves. Each time Star listened closely, nodding at their names and giving each of them a little wave of hello. 

After they were finished there was a lightness in the air and a few of the children had small smiles on their faces they weren’t even aware of. They didn’t feel so scared anymore. 

Then Star looked side to side as if seeing if anyone was there before looking at them with a mischievous smile. They crooked their finger which wasn’t covered by any gloves for the children to come closer. When the children leaned forward Star pointed at them and to themself before making their fingers walk on the other hand. A question was on their face.

Star was asking if they wanted to leave. 

“You can help us leave?” Nadia asked with a bit of hope in her raspy and quiet voice.

Star nodded with a confident smile. 

The children hadn’t heard anything that showed signs of police or one of the bats showing up. Already too much time had passed. Tamara needed her medicine. Leo’s pain in his stomach was getting worse. The bandages and casts the others had in various places were getting dirty. They needed to leave but had no idea how to other than waiting for someone to come and rescue them. 

But Star showed up. 

Star stood up, much taller than them but not tall like the goons outside or the Joker. The clown offered a hand. 

One by one, the children took it using it to get up from the floor. Each of them noted how warm and reassuring the gentle but firm grip was. Then Star motioned for everyone to hold hands and if they couldn’t hold hands because of casts or any injuries, Star diligently helped them figure out how. Once everyone was linked up in some way or other Star stood up straight with beaming eyes. Looking at them proudly as if the children had done something amazing. 

Bryan was at the beginning of the chain of children and Star offered their hand to hold. There was no hesitation when Bryan took it and Star simply smiled before putting one finger to their lips in a shushing motion. 

This time, the children did not remain silent out of fear.

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It had already been two days since nine children were kidnapped from the hospital and the Joker had made his demands that were due in less than three hours. There were no clues left behind in the hospital. Even Batman had yet to stop by and tell Commissioner Gordan if he had an idea of where the children were. 

Hope was dwindling down and it had started to rain. Already the lives of nine were weighing heavily on them. Commissioner Gordon was in a room with other detectives and Gotham officials arguing about what they were going to do. They were yelling when suddenly the door to the room burst open. 

An officer stood there, her eyes wide in shock. “The kids! They’re here!”

With that, there was a burst of questions from everyone else and the officer clarified. She told them that a group of children had shown up at the front desk all of a sudden. Their names and descriptions matched those of who were kidnapped.  

It was a mad rush to go and see the children with their own eyes. But it was no lie, Gordon saw them. All nine sat together as a few paramedics were checking over them along with a few officers who had some medical training as well. None of the children looked harmed. There was no sign of hidden weapons or bombs that the Joker was so fond of.  

Each of their faces matched those of the children taken, nothing was amiss. There was no trick in sight. 

Commissioner Gordan made his way around as the children were checked out. Surprisingly they were calm and showed no signs of harm other than in need of the medical treatment they were receiving at the hospital and the basic necessities of food and water

It was odd and when Batman stopped by, he had no answer for the police. Even with his stoic face, Gordon could tell that Batman didn’t know what happened either. None of the other vigilantes were involved in the sudden appearance of the children. 

But the oddest thing was that when asked, the children told the police and even Batman that it was a clown that had rescued them. 

“Honey are you sure?” someone asked a little girl named Sally. 

Sally nodded her head. “Yeah and they even gave us a sticker,” she said and pointed at the simple sparkling white star sticker she had put on her bandana. There were eight more stickers that the other children had who said the same thing. 

It was only after much haggling that one of them let Batman take a sticker to test it for anything harmful. But the results showed nothing that would cause any harm. 

It was just a regular sticker in the shape of a star.

~

@echoednonny

DP x DC Of Clowns and Professional Pride

So we all like to make it that Danny hates clowns. After the Freakshow thing and the circus related trauma, it just makes sense. But what if he didn’t?

what if, in an effort to overcome his trauma related to the circus, he decided to learn more about them. Obviously not every circus is like Circus Gothica, so maybe learning about them would help him get not associate his trauma with normal circus things.

and it works

It more than works, he actually gets super into it. He loves learning about the history and the various acts. He even gets really into clowns, the different types, the different acts, the famous clowns, and the rules around being a clown. He even applied for clown college but didn’t get in. It’s surprisingly prestigious. He even managed to meet a few of the great clowns of the past in the GZ and really learned a lot from them.

Then he moves to Gotham

He loves clowns, but he hates the Joker. He hates the Joker because he loves clowns, and the Joker is actually a really shitty clown. Danny has a love of the craft and the Joker is just bad at clowning.

So, Danny takes it upon himself to mess with the Joker the best way possible.

By stopping him while being a better clown than the joker could ever hope to be with or without his ghost powers

[filopay]

THAMAYA ATIYA

Twenty-four | She/her | 170 cm | Human | Ghlaesian

Love, it will get you nowhere You're on your own Lost in the wild So come to me now I could use someone like you Someone who'll kill on my command And asks no questions — Muse

Prompt from:@oc-tober2023 [ I am not following the same order ]

CW: Torture, blood She is a little crazy. It's fine.

~ Charm

"He's not coming."

Thamaya ignored the woman now dangling upside down from the trap she had set up for someone else. A minor setback. The boy was her target but having his mother would surely lure him out of his hiding spot.

She started to pace, waiting wasn't one of her strengths.

"I don't know why you're doing this, but he is just a boy. He did nothing wrong. Let us go and nothing will be lost."

Thamaya spinned the knife in her hand skillfully. One foot tapping impatiently on the wet forest floor. The words of the Queen did nothing to sway her, the boredom was more pressing. Whenever she gets bored, she does something rash and then there was no stopping her. A gleeful smile crept over her lips. My, it wouldn't be the worst losing control now. No one said anything about keeping the former Queen fully intact. Barely alive is still alive.

"You're getting paid for this, aren't you?" The former Queen keeps on talking, "I have valuable belongings hidden away. They can be yours, if you let us-"

With one swift movement Thamaya throws her knife. It hit the tree only inches away from the babbling woman's head.

"Bla bla bla." She leans down to retrieve her knife, close enough so that their noses touch, "I'm not interested in your riches. I do this for the thrill."

She rips the knife from the bark, returning to her pacing, knife swinging in her hand, "It's most fun if they run, the fear in their eyes, their careless little feet. When they think they have a chance, think they can get away."

She laughs, a deranged sound echoing through the dark forest. "Their screams when I let my knife do the talking. Mmh. Music to my ears."

When her dark eyes snatched onto the former Queen she saw the onsets of the fear she had described only moments ago. Her bravery was waning. Thamaya grinned excitedly.

"That dagger." The woman starts, putting on a brave front, "It looks like something special."

"Just a tool." Thamaya shrugs, "I don't need it to rip you open. I could use my bare hands too."

The former Queen swallows, "It's got a pattern on it. Does it have a meaning?"

"We shit-chatting now?" Thamaya stared at her blankly. "Save those charming words for your servants, Queen."

She drags the last word out mockingly. Then she halts, inspecting her nails, "Besides, I was told to be quite charming myself and if not for my personality, then I still have my Lucky Charm that can convince anyone." She grins, looking at the captured woman, "Do you want to see it?"

"I-" The former Queen had no time to speak, as Thamaya suddenly sprinted over, pushing the woman against the tree, knife pressing against her nose. 

"Can't you tell how lucky it is? Look at it real close, you will feel pure Luck touching you. You should feel honoured." She pushes her knife closer, drawing blood deliberately, but the captured woman didn't even blink. 

Annoyed, Thamaya steps back, licking her knife, she tastes her blood. 

"You're working for the old gods? I've met Fate once, they are fickle, you shouldn't trust in their motives."

Thamaya groans, loud enough so the woman will get the hint. Does she never stop talking?

"I stole this dagger off of a fat arse who said it was blessed by Luck." She turns the knife around in her hands, "He called it a Lucky Charm first, but to me, it's just a knife. It does the job as good as any other would. If you don't believe me, why not test its Luck and see if it would hit you when I throw it your way. Dare to wager?"

The woman shook her head, words all so nicely left her. What a waste of time. This was turning into a real buzz kill. She had been hunting these two for weeks and this is what she gets for her efforts? Waiting? Talking?

"It looks like…" she steps to one side, "That your little boy…" she steps to the right, "No longer needs his mommy."

She gives the former Queen a mock pout, "Have you been a bad mother?"

"I have taught him to keep himself safe first. He won't come for me, because he knows it would endanger us both."

"How boring." Thamaya walks over to the tree behind the trapped woman, "Then you have to entertain me until he learns that you should never listen to your mother. I already have a few ideas on how we can pass the time."

She cuts into the tree, cracking the bark open, piece by piece. "I think we should test the theory. See if this truly is a Lucky Charm. I always wanted to know. Come on. A little Luck won't hurt no one."

She grins sinisterly. "Oh, but silly me. I guess this one will hurt badly."

[ ~1387 words ]

[atiyasnake]

Are you a programmer/coder? Are you on replit? Cuz that's a coding site I found Atiya-something something I dont remember on while trying to add my friend to my css repl who has the same name with a q and it kinda matched your username

Just a silly question

I love silly questions XD.

But alas, twas not me. The only coding I've done was some computer classes that I don't even think is exactly what you're thinking of. Anyways yeah, not me. I'm not on replit or any programming/coding forum.

Only thing related to that I know is just html for tumblr/ao3 formatting.

[tailoringtay]

Maroon for the crack meme cnchhz and this would mean a not very melancholy maroon

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child. - still accepting

Name: Atiya

Gender: Female

General Appearance:

Personality: Atiya is soft and friendly, while also prone to passionately speaking her mind. Open and honest. She has a strong curious streak, and is fascinated by the world around her

Special Talents: She can understand how magic flows through things and how to absorb it. Picks up languages very quickly. Though she hasn't figured out how to bake yet, she's excellent at slicing up food. Physically quite strong

Who they like better: She loved both Maroon and Tay!

Who they take after more: A bit of both

Personal Head canon: She was immediately embraced by Tay's extended family. She's absolutely fascinated by plants and how fragile yet resilient they are. Loves the color blue. She manifested after Tay and Maroon touched an unknown artifact

[atiyasnake]

Things were calm in the Waffle House.

Usually.

Everyone knew that if they went to the Waffle House underneath the light post that somehow always worked, even in a blackout, they'd get some peace and quiet. 

The cook, a young man with black hair and cold eyes with the name tag ‘Danny’, was the one responsible for it. If you went and he wasn't the one behind the counter cooking, quiet couldn’t be promised to you. That along with perfect waffles. Danny made perfect waffles. 

There were a few theories as to why that was. 

No one knew Danny or when exactly he showed up. But suddenly in a city like Gotham, one peculiar Waffle House stayed lit up and open despite the regular business practices that would have shut the place down when there was a warning of a gas attack, Arkham breakout, rioting, and just typical evening activities of Gotham. 

Throughout it all, those two words surrounded by yellow stayed as a bright beacon. Drawing exhausted and hungry citizens to it like a moth to a flame. 

Danny cooked for them all. Soon enough a warm plate of food and a cup of coffee was placed in front of them and they could enjoy it while listening to the sound of him puttering around behind the counter. They could let a small bit of tension leave their shoulders even as they saw Batman outside fighting with who looked like Two-Face. 

It was interesting to see the quick movements and jabs outside while eating an omelet and a toast inside.

Two-Face and Batman were an interesting bunch. Two-Face or Harvey Dent had been what Gothamites considered relatively ‘decent’ before shit happened, as it usually did. Dent had supposedly helped out the Bat a few times too over the years and Dent was best friends with Gothams' very own Bruce Wayne, some say even more.

It seemed there were ups and downs to the Bat and Two-Face. 

According to Gotham’s standards, the fight outside that was getting closer really only told them that this was an ‘up moment’.

A shove sent the two heading towards the entrance of the restaurant. 

The bell rang as Danny opened the door just in time to let them in. He didn’t falter at the sudden presence or even tilt back when his hand came into contact with the two men, stopping them in their tracks. 

Batman and Two-Face ‘walked’ into a Waffle House. Surely there was someone out there laughing but Danny just looked up at them calmly, unfazed that the two had frozen mid-struggle over a pistol. 

With his other hand, Danny raised a pot of fresh coffee. He tilted his head in silent question at the two. 

What he got in return were two stares before Two-Face took out his coin and flipped it, Batman took the gun away and set it somewhere safe as Two-Face waited for the coin to fall. When he caught it Two-Faced looked up at Danny before saying, “One cup and a plate of some toast,” and sat down at the counter. 

Danny simply nodded and walked back behind the counter, barely sparing a glance to Batman who still stood at the entrance. Only a moment later did he sit down next to Two-Face. 

“What’ll you have?” Harvey asked because at that moment he was more Harvey sitting at the counter and grabbing creamer to put into the cup of coffee Danny just placed in front of him. 

When Batman didn’t answer, Harvey smiled and tapped the counter. “Come on Bat, kid’s gotta make a living and I hear good things about the waffles.”

“Coffee,” he said just as Danny placed a cup in front of him. Harvey laughed and thanked Danny as Batman grabbed his cup but didn't drink it just yet. 

The two men sat in silence most of the time and only after Danny set the plate of food in front of Harvey did they talk. Nothing exciting or gory as one would think. Mostly Harvey made comments and mentioned a few past memories as Batman made small grunts or words too silent for anyone else to hear. 

If Danny overhead anything, he didn’t show it. He just served them and everyone else in the Waffle House. 

More customers came and went. A few paused at the sight but then they looked at Danny then just took their seat and ordered. 

It was a typical night.  

Just like any typical meal at the restaurant, there came a time when you didn’t order more and it was time to pay. 

Harvey placed some cash down with extra change on the counter. He twiddled with the quarter with his fingers, taking a look around and where Danny cracked an egg open on the griddle. He looked at Batman. “Meals on me, I’m feeling. . . generous tonight.” He stopped playing with the coin and flipped it into the air above the counter. 

“Now come on,” Harvey said as he headed towards the exit, “I want that gun back, won it in a game of cards.”

The coin fell on the counter and began to spin.

Batman followed. “No.”

The bell rang as the door opened. 

“Come on. I’ll charge you for theft, I know a good lawyer.”

The door closed before a response could be heard and the bell rang again. 

The coin stopped spinning. 

It stood on its side. Perfectly still and stayed that way. 

Just beyond it behind the counter, Danny flipped an egg. 

Edit: P.3

Dc x Dp #35

Gotham has a Waffle House that has been almost untouched for a few months now. Sure there have been a few fights inside, but that's no big deal. The big deal is that their cook has stopped plenty of attacks from robbers and even well known rogues.

Many of the staff and regulars also believed that the same cook was also a cryptid of some kid with how quiet he is, how cold his presence is, and how he seemed to just appear out of nowhere with no sound being made. But who cares? His waffles are the bomb.

Danny is thankful for the steady night job, but would very much appreciate it if the Bats stopped watching him through the windows.

[pyonzzz]

draw izumi again or i say mean things. i dont know what yet but i will. /lh

a fluffy lad. if you care. (izumi voice) tch.

[slutsareteacherstoo]

Just came back from a friend’s birthday party and im soooo happy! Like it was soo fun. And im glad i went over the concert.

And i really needed tonight. To be around safe people. Who care about me and my health and also we care about each other’s too.

I took like 3 to-go plates and some drinks 🤭

And stayed after to clean up bc my parents would beat my ass the and grandparents would be rolling in their graves if i didnt.

And it was fine bc i sat for most of the day and i need to get my limbs in motion esp with the cold and my POTS. I can feel the ache in my back in this one injured spot cuz of the cold so imma apply heat. The lowering of barometric pressure <<<< idk how people who live in colder climates do this. But its not even cold cold yet. I dont need to use a heater

Anywho a bitch went to a party and had fun. I had my cake and ate it too. They put they foot in that food and the cakes >>>> 😩😩😩

[sauveteen]

good evening welcome to @shaw-nm pulling a fast one on @shawnjpeg and i and exposing us through memes

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Coupons and Conversations

Coupons and Conversations by Atiya Blackcharm

"I have a coupon that'll expire soon for a cafe thing here. I was thinking we could go there."

"You want to go to a cafe with me? Are you asking me out on a date or something?" Shigaraki asked incredulously.

Izuku removed his head from the other's shoulder and looked at Shigaraki with a deadpan expression. "No, I'm not asking the person who threatened to kill me on a date. I'm tired and have this coupon and honestly, I was to pet some cats. So are you coming or not cause, either way, I'm going to that cafe."

At his response, Shigaraki just stared at him for a few seconds before saying, "Fine, I'll go."

tldr; Shigaraki's attempt of asking Izuku a question at the Kyashi Ward Shopping mall does not go as planned. The cat cafe is nice though.

Words: 2396, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Additional Tags: Crack, Izuku is tired, Cat Cafés, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is So Done, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Conversations, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Shigaraki is confused, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is a Dork, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, Humor, Kyashi Ward shopping mall, what's a milkshake and cake between some enemies, are they even enemies, do they know, No they do not

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43084791

[natade-art]

atiya’s fiance was supposed to be finished but its been like a month since i started the drawing of them and i want to redesign them so... heres atiya and, first of all, atiyas Old page which has an outdated design and before i actually knew how i was gonna draw his face

[atiyasnake]

@jotaroslooseeyebrowhair This was just AHHHH. I wrote a lil something and tho danny is a bit sad i think he finds happiness in the Reaper's dance.

~

Despite knowing death so closely, Danny wasn’t prepared for those closest to him to die. For his family to be gone. 

Vlad tried to comfort him, but the two of them were in pain. With a spotty past that didn’t let them fully feel their grief. But Vlad had tried and introduced him to Bruce Wayne, an acquaintance of his that for some reason had been willing to take Danny in. 

The man didn’t even seem bothered by his silence the few times he had visited Danny in Amity Park as they prepared for him to move to Gotham. Danny was content to let himself be in his silence. To hold on to the thought that he carried with him his family, not even sure if they were really there as a ghost or faint echo. 

The blob ghosts followed him, brushing against his fingers and cheeks as if in an effort to comfort their young small king. The other ghosts had stopped all shenanigans in Amity Park. 

The Infinite Realms wanted to let their King grieve. Danny not so much. 

He still hadn’t cried or spoken other than that moment when he felt in his core that they were gone. 

He was silent as Bruce’s car crossed into Gotham city with his belonging packed up. He was silent as Bruce told him about his family and the different people that would be living with them. There was a lot, and he could feel the love Bruce had for them all. Even for the butler who ushered them inside, that felt like a grandfather. Even as he sat at the dining table where everyone chatted, laughed, and joked Danny offered no noise other than the clinking of silverware. 

The others were nice. 

They didn’t push. They accepted him into their home with open arms and patience. 

Jason recommended him some science fiction books when he caught him looking at some titles in the library. Dick ever failed to pull him to join an outing if it had been too long since he came out. Cass sat in silence with him somehow able to understand him without ghostly projections or words. Damian let him see the animals, never saying a word about the midnight visits he made to the cow and other animals. Tim did his homework next to him at the table. Duke reminded him to come eat on the rare times he found him instead of Alfred. 

The Waynes were a good family. 

But even still they were heavy with a past of pain and sadness. They had their own share of grief. It clung to them like heavy shadows, threatening to swallow them whole. 

Gotham City was heavy with grief and pain. So many lost souls were there and even the ones in the cemeteries were not truly at peace. It had pulled at him constantly, making him ache. 

It was a New Moon when Danny slipped out of the manor and headed out. Not stopping anywhere until he found the tallest building at the heart of the city. On his journey a few blobs ghosts and shadows followed him. Lost spirits looked at him in interest and there was a ripple that went through the city that something was going to happen. 

Once on top of the building, Danny looked around him. The buildings, the people asleep and awake. He could feel the anticipation in the air. 

He remembered the teaching of the other Ancients. 

Danny let out a breath imbued with the chill from his core and a cold gust of wind rushed through Gotham. After one moment frozen and simply feeling the city breathe, he finally began to move. 

His feet made no contact with the rough material of the roof. They stepped in the air above it unable to go back down like a soul no longer tethered to the living plane. Danny moved in a circle, spinning as he went round like the planets around a star. Like the cycle of life and death that would never end. 

Little blob ghosts and shadows gathered around his feet, weaving through them as water flowed around a stone in a river. He whispered to them their names that only the dead know and can say. He let their music echo in his ears as it was carried out to the city by the wind. 

It would guide the souls of the lost, forgotten, and dammed. He could see more lights form from the small glowing circle at his feet down the side of the building and into the streets. Slowly he could feel the burden on the dark city lift. Souls lost in the dark alleys and shadows drew closer to the lights. No longer would they be alone wandering or bound to be near the one who had caused them so much pain. 

He could hear their voices, their stories. It was whispered to him softly with care and he whispered back to them about the peace and rest that was promised to them if they so wished. He smiled as he spoke of the stories from what lay beyond. He laughed as he felt the joy they had in their lives. 

He danced to the music of Gotham that had been their home, he danced with the softness of that they would be welcomed with. His core sang when the souls joined the lights, becoming their own little star that twinkled as it raised towards the sky. All around Danny, stars guided souls, a light in the darkness. 

 A safe passage ensured. 

Not even Gotham’s knights on the roofs near could harm them. Not any of the rogues could stop Danny as he danced and let himself feel the harsh ice in his core thaw. Filling with warmth and joy that had been gone for too long. 

He smiled at the sensation of tears on his face. He could feel the echo of a kiss, a hug, a caress on his cheek as three lights appeared before him. They danced around his fingers as he moved. Each passing sent love to him and more tears. 

They continued as more and more stars filled Gotham and reached for the sky. 

Danny could have been dancing for seconds, for decades but he felt no exhaustion. There was no hesitation or falter in each of his steps. He danced as the stars slowly dwindled. He danced as Gotham breathed and there was a lightness to her breath not there before. He danced as the rivers of light returned to him. 

He danced as three little stars slowly wound up around his arms until they danced around his head. Each of them caressing his face with a soft touch. He danced until they floated right above him before slowly going up. 

He stood in a glowing pool looking up until the stars disappeared. The last souls to have passed with this dance. 

With love and joy in his heart, the King finally grieved. 

Dp x Dc Prompt

Danny’s family dies for some reason right, and then he gets is adopted by the Wayne’s or the Kent’s or whoever you’d like really, and when he eventually gets to Gotham he feels the sheer amount of lost spirits and immediately finds the tallest rooftop possible, and starts dancing. Full on, around a bonfire type dancing, he’s doing a specific reaper dance that the ancients taught him to ease the souls of the lost, forgotten, and damned, so they can pass on safely to the zone and whatever awaits them next. He wants to help them, wants to ease the burden Gotham holds, taking care of all these lost souls. He smiles and laughs, dances to the songs Gotham herself gives him, the hustle-bustle of the night that he adores so much. His glowing freckles brighten for every soul that passes on and no matter how many bats come and try to interrupt him, he is just very very excited to be able to help so many souls, to ease Gothams burden, to be able to satisfy his obsession for the first time in weeks, he’s just, so so happy.

[pyonzzz]

i'd say your IDs are fine for the most part! i think sm descriptors might be unnecessary, like (happy smile, since. that'd be a given if someone is smiling unless stated otherwise). i could give more advice but i think i could compile some resources on ID's if you would like!!

RESOURCES WPULD BE SO NICE.... tbh i tried to write descriptions how you do so your tips mean so much to me qwq