#because eating is unironically very important to me

[lumpy-veev]

haHA... funny you say that!

reblog this w the entity/entities you most align yourself with & why

[big-mean-trans-dyke]

(That last ask being inspired by the idea I have of someone sending you an anon claiming to be a TERF because your responses to those asks is just. Too hot to not.)

(I wouldn’t — positively associating myself willingly with people who are as shitty and stupid as real unironically TERFs isn’t even the hot kind of degrading — but every time I see someone sending one of the best terfbreaking smut blogs an ask starting “I’m a TERF…” I just wonder if they did themselves)

TERF-faking, at least for me, is a fine line. I actually find both the act itself and actual TERFs really hot in the right situations. The important thing, I think, is to balance the malice without it becoming obviously worshipful. I get a lot of asks that're just basic death threats and the like, and I tend to just delete them because they're really not very interesting. On the other hand, I've gotten a few asks more along the lines of "I'm a TERF and I hate you but I can't stop coming to your blog" or "I hate how much I want to eat your ass", and that's a great sweet spot.

I honestly believe that most TERFs have a sexual fascination with transfems and they're just in denial or getting their wires crossed. I mean, you have a group that genuinely centers a large portion of their identity on contemplating girlcock and talking about how they're superior to cis women, it's hard to take them seriously as anything else. So if one comes to my blog now and then hoping for some degrading attention, I'm happy to give her a shameful orgasm.

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

I cant believe people are unironically saying kokichi is abusing miu. Miu constantly sexually harrasses everyone and kokichi calls her a slut (which she gets off on) and suddenly he's abusing her? That's gotta be the worst take I've ever heard. I swear kokichi haters are desperately grasping at straws when all they have to say is "I don't like kokichi cus he's annoying"

God I hate this fandom sometimes

What I’m confused about is how can you like a character, but then view 90% of their interactions, including ones they initiated, as some personal attack on her? Like Miu’s a vulgar loud mouth who in her introduction calls shuichi a pervert for wearing a hat and says she’s looking for drugs to get high as balls on. If someone defending her can’t accept that she’s very much constantly starting that kind of banter and humor along with giving back as good as it gets (see the entire go play with yourself in the corner bit), it doesn’t actually sound like they like her?

Like… she literally grabs Kaede’s chest in free time events and justifies it as being fine because they’re both girls, Miu has a serious boundary problem and it’s not other characters fault that her boundary problems extends to the length of her putting hair in pie so Shuichi can eat a part of her. These are pretty important parts of her character, so to deny any culpability at all and paint her as just the victim? Then it doesn’t seem like they actually like canon Miu, they like the idea of a more sanitized version of her. Honestly the fandom has such a huge flanderization problem with Miu that it doesn’t surprise me.

[calliopeslyrics]

watching the Percy Jackson show makes me so emotional and nostalgic on a whole other level. It’s almost as if I’m recounting my own childhood memories but the way everything is handled with love and care for the material, the way the trio is so young and small and yet the gods see them as nothing but their own personal problem solvers whenever it’s convenient (looking at you, Poseidon) makes me tear up unironically because I never would’ve imagined seeing the books come to life with such precision that the pjo brainrot returned.

Like I cannot imagine being 12 and having to go across the country within a week to stop some family drama that could result in another war among gods and mortals. Where monsters and gods alike are trying to kill you because of your parentage when you don’t even know what your father looked like.

I remember reading Percy Jackson in middle school and loving the fact that he was my age and with every book, I grew up with him. I remember talking to my friends about the latest chapter we had read during recess and we would write about our own little demigod adventures. We would read those imagines about percabeth on instagram and conspire about how our music teacher was probably a monster like Mrs. Dodds because of how mean he was. My friend was a daughter of Poseidon and I was a daughter of apollo and we absolutely freaked out when trials of apollo first came out because of the little cameo Percy made in one of the chapters.

And now that I’m older than walker, leah and aryan and I’m seeing their characters go through all these challenges against gods and monsters and even their own extended family at CHB, I’m like omg they’re literal children. They did not have to go through all of this trauma year after year, fighting for their parent’s attention and approval.

At the end of the day, all the demigods are just kids with major mommy and/or daddy issues trying to be claimed by the very godly parent that left without a trace before they were even born. They can’t live in the mortal world without having to fight for their lives and they’re practically stuck at camp if they’re not claimed by a particularly strong or important god to even go on quests. Middle school me did not understand the layers of lore and significance of Percy’s unwavering loyalty to his mother and his friends that have fought alongside him countless times in a world where it’s eat or be eaten.

anyway I’m feeling completely normal about the series :)

[skipppppy]

Okay so I saw your post about the OC that’s the divorcee of Chase and I’m unironically hooked now. Do you have anything else on him. Who is the first person to mention Chase and were they dared 20$ to do it. Do they even get the chance.

Is Rana just chilling right outside of where they’re hiding the jet and Chase comes sprinting in trying to find where Zack ran off before skidding to a stop upon seeing Oh My God It’s My Ex just chilling there w a cigarette very un-suspiciously outside a warehouse. Does Rana have to grit his teeth and actually try to keep Chase occupied while the idiot children/barely legal adults skedaddle into the jet behind him.

Would he get along with Julia or not give a rats ass. Does Shadowsan tolerate him. How many flight laws has he broken. I’m sorry to bombard you it’s late and I’m on nyquil rn but he’s so. I’m interested my good sir

EHEHEHE the cult of Rana expands…I’ve been wanting to do stuff for CS OC week but I’ve been in France this week doing other important stuff (getting drunk with animators and eating croissants). But I did a lil sketch during some down time that I hope you enjoy

In answer to your questions:

Shadowsan was technically the first person to mention Chase to him because he was present when they reunited for the first time. After that it was Zack doing a “hey that guy kinda looks like your ex” social blunder and promptly got whalloped for it

I’m actually writing a tiny lil fic about his and Chase’s reunion in my own time. Snippet below. Pls excuse bad writing skills

He doesn’t mind Julia but unfortunately her presence as Chase’s work partner is just too easy not to use as collateral. Very much a “so this is who you replace me with” situation. She likes him for the drama he brings

He and Shadowsan are romantically involved and it is not healthy or a good time for either of them. Rana was never his first husband’s priority so he refuses to get attached to a man that’s already devoted to his daughter. But that doesn’t stop them hooking up when he goes on solo missions and they’re both catching feelings and refusing to admit it out of pride. Avoidant attachment girlies unite

He has broken so many flight laws. All of them. He is considering breaking ground laws and committing first degree murder

Please keeo bombarding me with Rana asks they FUEL ME

[mathlann]

🩷🖤🩶 for blorbo of your choice? 👀

From this ask game. I'll actually be nice and answer for Heinrix on this one. Prepare for a long one on the first answer, lol.

🩷 Why are they your favorite?

Heinrix is unironically one of my favorite companions in Rogue Trader. Because he's terrible. But he doesn't want to be. But he's also too much of a dogmatic Company Man to really understand how awful he is/can be. He's a walking HR violation anytime a Xenos is within three star systems. He's the loneliest motherfucker on this ship. I will divorce this clown in every lifetime, that is how much I love him.

First of all, his internalized everything makes him just, so crunchy. Like, he came from some of the highest nobility in the Imperium (Tech Edition) to rock bottom, to two shakes from regaining his "place" per se (Space CIA Edition). And some part of him knows that Calcazar is the only person keeping him between here, as a "somebody" and the abyss of being just another tool-psyker. And the way his journey to discovering the Truth is also the process of systemically dismantling his own sense of importance as part of Calcazar's inner circle.... Like yeah, he was the potential successor, didn't make him less of a disposable pawn as the rest of them! So what was it all for?

And I think too how his hidden Iconoclast core shakes out is also really interesting because "Iconoclast" doesn't 1:1 mean "good person". Like he can and does show leniency in his Dogmatism with people of similar rank/protection as him (the RT, Jae) or people he can personally sympathize with (Idira, even tho it's insulting). And his romance is genuinely sweet, if bumpy. But at the same time he has a lot of anger in his heart and that gets expressed in ways that show some incredibly unnecessary cruelty to people he thinks are lesser (Vhaebos Prisoners, Yrliet, that one random guard). And he does not acknowledge that!!! Because he's a Space Racism Cop doing his job, which gives him a "get out of examining my issues free" card and Throne take him, he's gonna use it.

And on that latter bit, the other thing I really really love about Heinrix is how much a demonstrates how much the Inquisition really doesn't work as an institution? He's an acolyte of the Ordo Xenos, and his Xenos Lore is shit, which you'd think wouldn't be the case but, look at how he interacts with nominally friendly xenos like Yrliet. You go to Commorragh and he's like "idk...we gotta maybe use their politics against them" and then kicks up a holy fuss when you do that. He approves of busting Tervantias in that gate and later feeding Marazhai (your ally) to the daemon. Like okay, the Xenos are vanquished, Heinrix is the best boy. Don't worry about the multiple 5 star meals Slaanesh is eating because of it...that's not his department anyways. (Ordo Malleus Hates Him!)

He's just a special boy to me lol.

🖤 If they weren't from their source, what fandom universe do you think they would make the most sense in?

Heinrix could very much be A Guy in Dragon age. And I don't mean in the "he's like Cullen!" way, because he's not, at all, but in the sense that he would very much be a loyalist circle mage who's very invested in the Institution of the Chantry while still being tempted to break a few rules here or there (just him tho) y'know?

🩶 Alternatively, what fandom universe would they just perish in?

Saint's Row (or GTA, but I don't play those games). He's a cop at heart, the stress would wear him down even if he won't snitch immediately.

[darliings]

🧁💕& 📸 :33!

🧁- does your f/o like sweets? if so, what’s their favorite dessert?

its almost a yo-kai tradition to like sweets to me! i'll start with a dessert though. i thought about it, but i wanted to stay true to the games, so i believe that kaira would be a big fan of anpas! they're a japanese sweet roll commonly filled with red bean paste! i feel like this fits him very well. but other than that, if i wanted to be more... basic? in a sense. i think i would also go with sakura mochi daifuku! as for my reasoning why? well. i think in my self ship. he would eventually become a fan of "cute things" so now he ends up becoming a fan of cute and very sweet food (even though he's more into tangy, spicy food)

💕- what’s your f/o’s favorite love language to give/receive? what’s yours?

love language!! gift giving! gift giving! and gift giving! jokes aside. he would also be a fan of physical touch. he spent a long time being alone and so he would love a hug or a kiss even though he struggles to ask to do so T_T he's a total cuddle bug who loves to spoil his love and froggy ends up with hundreds of expensive gifts (totally not paid with yokai tax dollars) and isnt sure what to do with them. as for receiving. he NEEDS words of affirmation. like he wants to be told he matters how important he is. like a soft kiss and just saying "i love you, you mean the world to me." is enough to just make him melt and forget all of his problems. like he would not get a single gift for 4 years but because he's given a hug, kiss, and being told that he's the most important person in the world. he could care less.

📸- post the most recent photo of your f/o that you saved!

i am once again exposing everyone to the art made by @/maspaz it makes me so happy. it unironically reminded me how strong my feelings for kaira are. and i stared at it so, so many times!! everyone look and follow my dear oomf ro. they're always kind to me in general and you wont regret it

they are eating beautiful pocky together. my kaira/froggy collection grows. i cant wait to get his plushie next year.

here is another tiny kaira. he's so cuteeeee. im gonna make a matching froggy one soon >w<

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡ thank you so much max!!

[gio-goose]

Can you give me a few art tips i want to be able to draw sin kiske too

I am not the greatest at explaining things or giving advice. These tips are just what many artists have already said and points that *I* personally agree with or have helped *me*. The reason why I am putting emphasis on myself is because everyone is different so what helps *me* might not help you. These things you will have to figure out yourself, BUT there are many MANY art tutorials from different artists with different styles so maybe you can find something there! Anyways moving on-

Don‘t think too much and just DOODLE DOODLE AND MORE DOODLING

I am serious, turn that brain off and start doodling. I had this mental barrier for sometime (that I am still struggling with) where I just didn‘t feel confident in my art and didn‘t even wanna START drawing, bc I felt like everything sucked ass. But just turning that brain off and mindlessly doodling is so SO great because it doesn‘t have to be perfect or anything AND through the repeating motions of sketching you‘re training your hand to become better at making nice smooth strokes. Sketching mindlessly is honestly very theraputic for me, cuz I just get to have silly fun. There‘s no pressure in doing things. AND sometimes doodling mindlessly can lead to great ideas.

Tracing/Referencing

Ik there‘s lots of discourse about tracing and referencing in the art community, but I can only tell you that this has been extremely helpful for me and getting my anatomy right. While tracing helps getting the placements of body parts and lines right, referencing really helps train your eyes what to look for. You‘ll start to recognize familiar shapes that are prevalent in almost all body types or certain things that are almost always there in nature. Tracing can also help you get more familiar in the way that you draw certain things. These techniques are all about familiarizing yourself with whatever you‘re trying to draw (bodies, faces, landscapes etc) and engraving it into your mind. Ofc if you decide to post something where you traced or referenced something it‘s always good to show your sources, but this is mostly something to do in private.

Take breaks, treat yourself with something nice :)

Art can be tiring, so be sure to always ALWAYS take breaks when you feel like its about to get frustrating and maybe eat something, do something else to replenish that art juice, yeah? Breaks can last however long you want. Whats most important is that you won‘t start hating the process cuz this shit can be mentally taxing so breaks are super important. Even if the break takes a year or something, art can always wait and its not like you‘ll immediately forget all your skills that you have gained yk? Maybe you‘ll get rusty but muscle memory is one hell of a thing. You‘ll get the hang of it in no time!

Get shiggy wiggy with it

What I mean by this is to just have fun. Art is supposed to be enjoyable, so I say go crazy, go stupid with it. Like who gives a shit if its stupid or cringe? Just have fun! Don‘t let someone ruin the fun in art for you, okay? These people stink anyway smh my head… they just don‘t understand the joy of creating a beautiful art piece about ur favourite charaters doing dumb shit or kissing each other. (Just uh… don‘t get illegal with it)

Get obsessed with something. I am very serious about this

Unironically, getting obsessed with a character or franchise has helped me a lot to keep being motivated to draw. Like a character that just makes you so so happy that you just keep drawing them (I mean, look at me 💀), which goes back to the first point. Being obsessed with something can keep you drawing something for a long time. And it gives you a big ass serotonin boost. However-

Try something new!

Drawing the same thing over and over again is great, but it can get stagnant really quick. So sometimes you have to try something new, stuff that might be difficult or things you aren‘t really confident yet (like hands. Yeah I know, its a nightmare). Doing this will make your skillset much bigger and may deepen your understanding on how stuff works cuz this art stuff is really interconected. Like, if you know one thing then maybe you can also do the other.

Take it slow. Be easy on yourself

There is ALWAYS this constant need to improve. Especially on social media, where artists are expected to improve in lightning speeds or post the perfect art pieces (and tbh some of these might be self imposed too). But you really, you don‘t. Just enjoy it at your own pace, be proud of the stuff you made. Save it, keep it and look back on it to see how much you‘ve improved. Don‘t view art as something you need to be perfect at, but just as something that makes you happy. An outlet for your feelings. Something to do when you‘re bored. Or stuff like that, cuz it‘s really not that serious UNLESS you want it to be like a job or something. So be patient, because art is a marathon, not a sprint. There is no need to hurry.

Aannddd if you wanna be able to draw Sin specifically then channel your inner whimsical creature, become jolly, be silly and get shiggy wiggy with it :)))

[pendwelling]

I feel like ced n chris when watching the OG! Ced n Chris 😭😭 them throwing up just at the thought of marrying each other is hilarious, and I like our worldline version the best 😂

I UNIRONICALLY REALLY SUPPORT THEIR (FUTURE) MARRIAGE ACTUALLY LMFAO

LIKE HEAR ME OUT I could actually make a whole essay about this but when you think about it, Cédric marrying Christelle (or at the very least, taking her as his Political Partner and the marriage is a mere formality) is the course of action that just makes sense.

There is no other noble lady in the entire Empire that would match Cédric the way Christelle does. For one, they understand each other in that way that only Holy Knights do, with their primal cravings for ether, the yearning that comes with it for the rest of their lives, until their soul feels settled. As the only Holy Knights that originate from the Empire, only Christelle could understand Cédric pain, desires and loneliness as a Holy Knight (and she even admits it herself in Chapter 113, where she also describes the Holy Knights' yearning for ether as being thirsty even after drinking, and still being hungry even after eating).

It helps that they've also grown to respect each other. While they may squabble and antagonize each other, being rivals and sparring partners has made them build up trust and respect. They both know the other is strong and that they can be relied on during battle. They have immense respect for each other and even find joy in sparring people with similar strengths (unlike poor Eli whose clothes keep getting burnt 😭😂)

And according to the unofficial "Characters I'd hate to marry the most" poll conducted by fans on twitter/postype, it's easily understood that a political marriage with Cédric would be good in the way that he'd undoubtedly respect his spouse, but with his emotional range, it would be hard to bond with him any further than the respect one would have towards their spouse 💀 But Christelle is one of the only two people that has seen Cédric cry (with the other being Yeseo, naturally) and has even comforted him with heart-wrenching words because Christelle is DAMN GOOD with anything emotional. She understands his pain, and has seen him vulnerable with his consent, and they've had honest to god amazing heart-to-hearts. In Chapter 602, he finally opens up to both Yeseo and Christelle about his past and due to numerous reasons, Yeseo is unable to say anything to try and comfort him, but Christelle, our Ham Ga-in, being the mature person who has lived a difficult life, was able to say the words that Yeseo couldn't with her far outlook on life. Her emotional intelligence and care for her friends are something I will always praise and admire her for, she has such an amazing way with words, and that's something I know Cédric appreciates.

It's hilarious to think about how much Cédric and Christelle 'hate' each other, but we all know deep down that they share a very good relationship, even if it's in no way romantic LMFAO. While they did initially have natural adverse reactions due to opposing ether attributes, after [CERTAIN EVENTS] they now p much have this special ether bond due to the exchange their plates went through (or in Yeseo's words, a telepathic relationship akin to being in a covenant LMFAO)

These two have gone through so much together. We ofc can't forget Christelle risking her own life to help Cédric's berserk ether following the events of 301 :')))) The two of them have a complicated but deep relationship as a result of their association with each other and first and foremost they are FRIENDS (even if theyd deny it)

After they formed a covenant-like bond, I think it's safe to say that, if Yeseo is to become Cédric's Religious Partner, Christelle is the best and only fitting candidate for his Political Partner. Cédric would marry anyone due to it being his duty and has even expressed that what he thought of marriage wasn't really that important (254) but I think it's fair to say that, if he were to marry some random noble, Ced wouldn't be able to open himself up in the same way he does with Chris and Yeseo.

Cédric having Yeseo and Christelle as his partners is the most natural course of action that they'd take in the future. We still don't know whether or not Yeseo will stay in that universe (i personally believe they'll find a way for him to freely travel between worlds), but Cédric and Christelle marrying just. it feels natural and makes sense, if you think about it.

Christelle at (the physical) age of 19 had already accomplished AMAZING and numerous feats with the navy during the Riester/Venetiaan war, and Empress Frédérique herself has said (ch344) that her merit and hard work will be recorded and praised by historians for a long time. She will receive a title and honour (and from what we've seen of the future, Chris gets MULTIPLE medals that mark her achievements), and such a person will definitely be welcomed as Riester's Empress. The people will rejoice to have her by their beloved Imperial Prince's side, and I know for a fact that they would be one heck of a power duo.

I don't usually ship CedChris romantically (with exceptions for CedYesChris), but I know that a marriage between those two would very much be like their friendship as it is, just with rings and crowns. Christelle can tolerate Ced's personality and she's also plenty emotionally apt to make up for his lack xDD Cédric will also be able to enjoy companionship with someone who already knows him emotionally deep down, with pre-established bonds. Politically, it's a great arrangement, and even if they don't develop romantic feelings with each other, they have a special relationship based on trust, understanding and acknowledgement (also if Yeseo becomes Pope and has to live at the Temple of Boundaries/or goes home, they can further bond over their eternal pining for him LMFAOO)

The Religious/Political Partner arrangement is literally just a threeway polycule, it's so damn queerplatonic and I love CedYesChris so much I hope they get to rule Riester together :')

[cough-ii]

aftg as quote book pt 4 !!

“its just a silly little twerk of mine” - nicky

“i wouldn’t mind being called woke. im awake arent i?” neil/wymack

“enter hot take on kevin” *drops the mic, takes a bow* - neil

“Just a reminder we are HALF WAY THERE and we are LIVING ON A PRAYER” - renee @ games

“Led by you hoe” - Alison

“i physically cannot play with my balls in my bedroom” - neil?

“Fuckin this, fuck that fuck fuck fuck” - wymack

“Porn is a genre” - nicky

“Reading porn is better than not reading at all” - nicky

“We are all bussin” - nicky

“Don’t shoot the prime minister…please” - everyone @ andrew

“He gave himself a DIY circumcision” - be creative

“I live under a rock. It;s very warm” - neil

“The only way youre getting out of maths this year is if you kill yourself” - neil

“Don’t kill yourself” - wymack

“Tomorrow we’re going to learn how to be better bullies :)” - dan

“I have nothing important to say ever” - aaron

“I am wrong in the head” - kevin

“Some people say lots of things to get off” - nicky

“It was such a delicious luxury to have a warm drink” - matt

‘I got my pussy waxed’ - alison

‘i feel so much better without my pants’ - matt

“neil you’re flirting” - dan “oops…” neil

“Impact on the victim… DEATH” - andrew

“Stop doing magic in class please” someone to andrew

“‘You look good enough to eat,’ Andrew Minyard had said, the first time he came to pick him (Neil) up. When they got home again he did begin to eat him”

“Hey hoe 💅” alison

“That is tighter than a fishes ass hole” - matt

“Are you ok you look like a drenched rat” - dan

“If I get your name wrong, blame your parents” -wymack

“I was on drugs I didn’t know what I was doing” andrew

“I have thousands of dollars to my name” neil

“why did you threaten me?” kevin “because i wanted to” neil

“Dragons have pronouns too” renee

“i very much enjoy getting renee wet” - Alison, dunking water on renee

“andrew is a crack up” - nicky probably almost got shanked for this

“talk dirty to me” andrew “What if I tied up all your hands and legs and then threw you down the stairs and you died, but we were friends who liked practical jokes, would that be murder?” neil

‘Who was humping the statue?’ - dan

“Little red riding hood in bed with the wolf” - Alison

“His eyes are penetrating you” kevin @ neil unironically

“There are a number of ways you can skin a cat” andrew when one of the cats piss on the bed

‘Just shake ur ass and no one will notice’ nicky

“Why is it always mother fucker this, mother fucker that? Why is it never father fucker” neil

“I’m very private with my fists” dan

“I had some guy in my car and he said ‘i want to commit suicide’ and i said ‘no, not in my car get out’” - twinyards

“Girls, you’re semi-hysterical” wymack

“I touched your boob im sorry” matt @ dan

“Not just jumping off the religious sculpture, they were humping the religious sculpture” - renee, traumatised

‘DANCE you idiot, D-A-N-S…’ - kevin

‘We’ll talk about the sex party another time’ dan

‘I have a gin and tonic every night, it keeps me young’ wymack

“I was in a rage and i broke his nose” neil ab kevin

“Some people need to be chemically castrated” andrew

“Don’t chew gum in front of Jesus” renee

“I’m hearing plenty of smashing noises over here” allison in the cabin

“Oh why don’t you crawl back into your hole” andrew @ neil

“Legalise recreational use of cannibalism” aaron in a presentation

“CMERE YOU LITTLE BOLLOCKS!” wymack

“Stabbing them 3 or 4 times is plenty” andrew

“My brother got dropped on his head” andrew

‘Comparing sizes’ nicky

‘Ive been stalking you all’ kevin

“Shit, Shit, SHIT, Oh my god, SHIT. That’s fucked” nicky

“She called him gay so i threw the chair at her” neil

“I’m gonna die” aaron “Don’t care.” neil

“Get help please” dan

“Young people’s music today, I just don’t get it” abby

“We all have the homosexual gene” andrew

“I’m not going to get you to go around class and looking if people have homosexual characteristics” andrew maybe

‘i saw this really big tombstone and i asked ‘is that where jesus was buried?’’ andrew @ renee

‘What if I worked 55 hours a day?’ matt?

“now that i’m your legal guardian i guess i should look after you” dan a/o matt @ neil

“lesbians are people too” neil

“Charisma test? caress my balls” nicky

“Do you want to do a quickie to de-stress” andrew

“If you are interested in any horizontal refreshment” andrew

“Spit on your hand and stroke my cock at a medium pace, play with my balls and tell me how big they are” (…….. i have second hand embarrassment) - allison

“Do you think Jesus had daddy issues?” alison

“We all get stressed sometimes but cursing is not fucking ok” dan

“I'm working, im twerking and im jerking” nicky

‘It’s a good kisser it’s so smooth and soft and warm’ neil ab his homework

[loulore]

January has been about internal health.

I started the year/month with a six-day fast. No food. Just water. I abstained from music and media as well, with the exception of books and video essays.

This really set the stage and completely shifted my relationship with food.

The first day of the fast was difficult, but the second day was the worst. I was HUNGRRRYYYYYYYY. But, by about day 3, the hunger faded and I felt very grounded in my body. The feeling is a bit difficult to explain but my body felt both hallow and light? Like my body FELT quiet, it was really nice. My focus was sharper, and I made sure I spent a lot of time doing the things I love, because I realized anytime I had let myself fall into the state of boredom, that's when the cravings would start. Note that I used the word cravings and not hunger.

I learned that during fasting, your body shuts off your digestive functions, and as a result you don't really feel hunger as you typically would, because your body intentionally shifts to a more energy-conserving state. This happens at around the 12-16 hour mark of the fast. Which is why when you do feel hunger, it comes in waves as oppose to it just getting gradually worse throughout the fast.

I always assumed that during a fast, the hunger just continues to get worse and worse, but that's not the case at all. My body was just like "oh we're not eating? Bet." and followed suit. I was mentally prepared to feel more fatigued or less energized, afterall food is fuel and I assumed that depriving myself of it would inevitably drain my energy; when in fact the exact opposite happened.

During my fast, I was more energized than I had been in a VERY LONG TIME. THE HUMAN BODY IS AN AMAZING PLACE TO BE. Especially when you gain a better understanding of your internal functions. With that being said, fasting became more of a mental game than anything.

Day four tested me in ways I'll never forget. I sat in my car, hands gripping the wheel, fighting a hunger wave that felt like more of a hunger tsunami. I focused on my breathing, willing the hunger to pass, when my eyes drifted to the rearview mirror. And there it was, glowing, a beacon of betrayal -- Krispy Kreme. AND the Hot Light was on. Good God almighty the universe has a sense of humor, and in that moment it was laughing at me. My mind screamed, but I exhaled, and took a deliberate chug of my room-temperature lemon water, put my car in drive, and moved forward. Unironically, that was one of the strongest mental moments of my life, and I wish I was joking.

I broke my fast on January 1st. My body and mind felt like a clean slate, which is exactly my intention going into the new year.

I went to a Thai restaurant, not my usual Thai spot but I was excited to try something new. I ordered green tofu curry with extra rice, and a cold lemon water. It took a long time for the food to come out, but at this point I was a master in waiting.

When my plate finally arrived, I looked down and—chicken curry. This never happens to me, so it really felt like the universe had a few more jokes up its sleeve. My waitress was nowhere to be found, so I sat with this hot, beautiful plate of curry that smelled amazing but left it untouched. For twelve long minutes, I just stared at it. Then, my waitress rushed over, immediately apologetic, and whisked the plate away to have a fresh one made.

Another fifteen minutes passed. I used the time to read—at the time, I was working through the Fleabag script. (More on that coming soon.) Finally, my food arrived, and I WENT IN. OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE I SWEAR THERE WAS A MOMENT I STATED LEVITATING.

But now the most important part, the aftermath of the fast. It's important to note that when you fast, your body enters a state known as autophagy, where it clears out damaged cells and regenerates new ones. It essentially is a very deep clean of your body, so I felt it was most important to maintain this detoxified version of myself going forward. Here are a few ways I've been doing that:

I started drinking Alkaline well water, that I get from a well on a farm in North Georgia. The well is dug 400 feet into the Earth and it's the freshest cleanest water I've ever had in my life, I'll be making a whole post on this soon. I drink this water exclusively, and take bottles of it with me everywhere I go.

I buy all of my food from a farmers market. The quality of the food is significantly better and also much more cost effective. I've also gone back to being vegetarian, though in March I plan on eating red meat for the first time in about 10 years, specifically lamb and only lamb. More on that soon

I've stopped eating out. This one wasn't intentional but as I'm typing this I've realized every meal I've had this month I've cooked for myself at home (besides the Thai food on the 1st) This is a habit that I will continue to do, as it's saved me soooooooooo much money and I really enjoy cooking.

These are just a few of the changes I've made as I start to regulate my diet. I will continue to share more specific food choices, but in this piece I wanted to document the beginning of this journey.

Thank you for reading

[britt-thats-it]

Being back on tumblr is so nice. It’s like I never left (except I can’t remember everyone I used to follow/they probs left too).

(feelsies under the cut)

I only left because this couple I almost dated (who took my not dating them very hard) sort of cyber stalked me here. I kept making new accounts and they kept finding them and showing them to everyone in the scene we were all part of and following all the people I was mutuals with and it was… not cool.

Anyway, I’ve been really struggling with grief since quarantine. I had a huge falling out with my sister who I had been living with for the last 4 years. Her lack of recovery was badly interfering with my recovery and I was so deeply triggered by her behavior that I was barely functioning. I was in a constant state of flared up, in so much pain every day, even laying down was uncomfortable. I wasn’t able to eat bc my reflux was going crazy, I was starting to drink too much (something I hadn’t struggled with in years), I wasn’t sleeping. The pressure of being home together all the time took its toll.

Coincidentally, divine timing being what it is, my partner and I were spending hours on the phone every day. Just falling so in love. We’d already been together for almost a year, but her two other relationships falling apart, career change, and my chronic illness and not remembering how to be in a relationship (lol— it had been a LONG time and I was fully down to spend the rest of my life alone) kept us at a bit of a distance. We had been very close friends for a couple years beforehand, so when we took things to a romantic level, the feelings progressed quickly but we just didn’t have much time for each other. Anyway, she invited me to come stay with her. I was only planning on 2 weeks, but I literally never left. Everything just felt so easy and sweet. We handle each other with such care. Over the last 3 years my life has become a kind of stable that I’ve never (I mean NEVER) experienced. I love it and I am so grateful for it.

But I remember from my trauma-filled childhood, the survival mode of the present puts off the feelings for later. It isn’t until you have a calm moment that the feelings about what you just went through hit you.

The last 7 years hit me like an 18 wheeler. Going no contact with my family, living on the road, losing my job and being homeless, moving to nyc on a wing and a prayer, living with my sister and reliving A lot of my childhood through her behaviors, struggling through the capitalist ass New York art scene as an autistic person while also being very poor, working my fucking ass off, *just* about to hit my stride and do this fuckin career thang and boom. Covid.

I made an album, collaborated on a friend’s album, started my podcast and wrote a book. I’m in the middle of making another album. All this while feeling myself really trust someone, really learn what partnership means, really feeling like an adult, but also feeling so so wounded. The grief has been the heaviest thing I’ve ever felt. I lost myself a little bit. Insert bloody goopy chrysalis metaphor here.

I did all this but not joyfully, not really. Something was missing.

I have been trying, in the last few months, to unironically find my bliss again. I lost my sparkle, I lost my drive. I really feel like I experienced my own metaphorical death. I was anxious and raw, I second-guessed every interaction because I felt like I didn’t know how to be a person. I was completely sober!! Just fucking raw dogging life!!! I was scared all the time. I forgot my passions, I forgot my purpose. I still worked on stuff, I still created (a lot that I’m proud of!!) but idk I just wasn’t the same free-spirited confident lil powerhouse I came to know myself to be.

I think I gave too much on other social media. I think I was too vulnerable and too available and it got me into trouble. I think I confused work for life and I soured my own creation process for me. It became too important. Every hobby, every passion became kindling for money making or making “it” or whatever. I forgot how to have fun. I burnt myself out.

I recently started remembering hobbies I had that I never shared with anyone irl. Exercise/weight lifting, which I picked back up again in February, slowly testing the waters to see if my disordered relationship to it would return, it didn’t. Feeling myself getting stronger being exactly what I needed (literally and metaphorically) and all the good stuff that does to my confidence. Playing music just for fun, just sitting down with an instrument and playing 😫 locking myself in a room and flitting around like a mad scientist creating something I love 😫 dancing 😫 meditation 😫 journaling 😫 pulling tarot cards just for me 😫 and finally, longing for connection of some sort; for actual vulnerability and not people just fucking marketing themselves all the time— I remembered how much tumblr helped me. How much it inspired me. How it helped me become the person who made all those scary changes, who learned who I am and learned how to walk away. So much good came from that decade I spent here, so I decided to come back.

It’s exactly what I needed.

[lyxthen-reblogs]

Hi! I was raised catholic and while I am now an atheist, I still participate in a lot of catholic-y stuff. I guess the denomination would be Mexican catholic, since I'm Mexican.

How Catholicism is different from other branches:

It's fun. I often find myself surprised of how much other branches of Christianity shun anything that is fun. Catholics drink and eat and dance and they party hard.

Universality as well as diversity. As prev said, a Catholic may feel welcome in any church they go to, but Catholic practices are actually very diverse. Each region has their own festivities, where I am from, we celebrate "La Samaritana," a holiday in which people give away sweet drinks and ice cream for free to celebrate that time a Samaritan woman gave Jesus water from her well. Many other regions have their own hyperspecific holidays.

The importance of the Virgin Mary. She is like, the BIG one in my opinion. Sure, Jesus is the son of God and he will always be at the center, but who sends the son of God to do the dishes, hm? Who tells the son of God to go to sleep at bedtime? Who tells him to eat his vegetables? That's Mary.

An emphasis on the tangible. While other churches may focus exclusively on spirituality, Catholicism is really concerned with things. Jewelry, clothes, places of worship, relics, stamps, the whole "blood and body of Christ" thing. The connection between God and the world is a material one, not just a spiritual one.

Heresy. Lots of catholics do things the Church doesn't necessarily endorse. This is fine. They still consider themselves Catholic. Folk practices are super important to a lot of communities, and I've met a few Catholic witches and Santeros. I can promise you there are Catholics out there that unironically pray to Goku and Maradona, I am not met them but they must exist. This is a thing.

Things that feel catholic or catholic-coded:

Anything to do with vampires.

Guilt and confessions. Every time I see a character "seeking atonement" I'm like HAH. CATHOLIC. On the same vein, absolution and forgiveness. An embracing, to a degree, of moral impurity, recognizing that humans can't be morally perfect and that is okay as long as we try.

Homoerotic devotion. I'm not saying all gay sex is Catholic, that would be absurd. I'm talking about the "It's rotten work" and "Not to me. Not if it's you," variety of homoeroticism specifically, the "going to insane lengths to save you" ordeal. Your Homura Akemis and Samwise Gamgees of the world. Brands of gayness that are not Catholic include, but aren't limited to: Homoerotic obsession, forbidden romance, mind games, it's not gay if we do it with the socks on, etc. As prev said, acts of service as a way to show love.

Pipe organs and bells.

Skulls.

Bureaucracy. Catholicism is basically if religion had bureaucracy. Like, "no, sorry, you can't go directly to God for that. You have to put your request for a plentiful harvest for review through the agricultural department. Yeah, Saint Isidore is in charge of that one. I'm sorry, it's really not up to me." This is true for other aspects of the religion as well. When you get baptized, or any other sacrament, you get a written certificate. A small change in wording accidentally made a whole lot of baptisms suddenly invalid. Catholicism has honest to God (heh) legal loopholes. Faustian bargains are so very Catholic because of course the devil will have you sign a legal contract before taking your soul.

There are other things I could add but there are the main ones for me, at least.

Calling All Catholics!

Weird thing for a Jew to post I know I know but hear me out here.

I would like to hear from Catholics (current and ex/raised),

what do you feel separates your religion from others (both other sects of Christianity and other religions as a whole? what feels unique or specific to you/your culture/your beliefs/your church? this can be theological beliefs, practices, or even aesthetics

what things feel "inherently Catholic" or "Catholic coded" to you?

if you don't mind, would you also include what subset of Catholicism you are/were raised in (Roman, Byzantine, Irish, Opus Dei, etc)?

As you may have guessed, this is for research, and I personally only have experience with Roman Catholicism (and limited experience at that, more cultural than truly religious). I would love to hear from a larger subset of people. My family is extremely Italian Catholic but that's just one very specific version, and I don't have much/any experience with any others. I'm curious to see what the common ground is.

Reblogs/signal boosts are appreciated as I doubt I have like a SUPER broad Catholic following myself lol!

[altocat]

reading Genesis' childhood journal in Banora makes me sad because it shows he really did care about Seph in the end. He just wanted Seph to notice him.

Hhh the journal.

The journal is one of the reasons I unironically found myself growing to care about Genesis despite him being a consistent little shit over the course of the game. I think CC really did need to show some of his more positive traits early on so that he'd be less polarizing. Sometimes, Genesis can come off as kind of sadistic and sociopathic when I know that's definitely not what they intended him to be. I think it was just needing one or two additional scenes or placements to hammer the message that he too was a victim of Shinra, as well as corrupted and influenced by his illness.

The journal though is important. Because for all of Genesis' boasting and taunting, he really DID love and care about his friends in the end, and just wanted to be seen and aknowledged by them. He met Sephiroth solely because Seph was his hero and he wanted him to be proud of him. We can assume that Genesis' relationship with his adopted parents wasn't great, as he had no qualms in killing them. Sephiroth was likely his main inspiration in his youth, as well as the idol he used to fortify his ideas of wanting to become a hero. He wanted Sephiroth's attention and respect, and to show him how worthy he was.

The truly tragic thing is that for all their squabbles and ugly words, Sephiroth DID care very deeply about Genesis and never looked down on him. Genesis was always worthy in his eyes.

He teased him briefly during the fight scene but the respect was there. Sephiroth ENJOYED fighting with him, and never viewed Genesis as a rival he had to bully or undermine. He was willing to contribute to Genesis' blood transfusion without hesitation as was visibly saddened when he couldn't. We never see him actively fight or stop Genesis at all, something Angeal was willing to do. He wasn't eating or sleeping because he was worried about Genesis and Angeal. In Hollander's lab, Sephiroth is upset that Genesis still feels the need to fight due to petty desires for glory. He ALREADY recognizes Genesis. Genesis is probably, based on their interactions and how strongly Sephiroth reacts to his betrayal at Nibelheim, Sephiroth's best friend. After Angeal's death, even after everything Genesis had done up to that point, not only does Sephiroth want to avoid killing him, but he is willing to leave Shinra over it. Even THEN. And Genesis had a LOT to answer for by that point.

And Genesis can't see or recognize this because he's too blinded by his own insecurities and corruption. He couldn't see what was right in front of him this whole time.

Genesis being the one to trigger Sephiroth into a meltdown is tragic because you have two people who very clearly care about each other shoved into a very dark, ugly spat and it's literally for NOTHING. There was no need to hurt Sephiroth, or seek petty vengeance because there was nothing there, no resentment, no bitterness. Sephiroth only ever saw Genesis for what he was. His friend.

They could have shared the apples together man.

They could have done it. 😭

[gilbirda]

How to confuse a Bat

Part 4 of my Danny is an Arkham Security Guard AU (og tumblr post)

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<< Prequel - Can’t have shit in Gotham || Clown around and find out - Sequel >>

“So… Are we going to talk about it?”

Tim sipped a bit of his apple juice pack. “About what?” He answered Dick.

“The… The brother. Daniel.”

“If you are going to suggest adopting him into the family because of his physical features, I will stab you in the eye.” Damian didn’t even look up from his fruit snacks, the ones Alfred insisted they carry just in case the mission prolonged more than planned.

Which it did.

Since apparently they were waiting until the siblings finished their shift to ask the questions. Damian thought it was stupid - just kidnap the siblings, interrogate and get on with the investigation! There are things at risk more important than their jobs!

Stupid Father. Stupid Grayson. Agreeing with Todd was usually foolish, but this could prove to be a very bad decision.

“That would be super funny, but their parents are still alive.” Nightwing shrugged, but a tiny smirk stayed on his lips. “I was referring to the green glow? In the kid’s eyes?”

“He’s 24, not a kid.” Tim grumbled. He didn’t like being younger than someone called “kid”.

“Cranky because you are half the size I was at your age, huh.” Jason smirked behind the thermos with coffee Bats had brought when it was decided they’ll meet the siblings in the morning.

Despite having the option of sleeping until they were to meet the Fentons, neither thought they would be able to. They did their usual patrolling and when it was close to the meeting time they decided to regroup and set camp on the roof of the building the siblings lived at, eat some food Alfred prepared and rest for a bit. Duke stayed behind with Alfred at the Manor.

Only Steph was unironically happy when Dick said it has been a while since they went on a family picnic. 

“Green glowing eyes, anybody?” Dick decided to ignore the starting argument between Tim and Jason. 

“I agree that is very concerning, but,” Batman sighed, “I think extracting information about their parents is more important right now.”

“Jay?” The man turned from where he was about to pinch one of Tim’s cheeks. “Did you feel any weird vibes from Daniel? Anything from the Pit?”

Jason caught his little brother’s kick with one hand, pondering the question and ignoring the protest from Tim to let his foot go.

“Not really. I wasn’t exactly paying attention, you know?”

“Yeah, because you were talking about your daddy issues.” Steph elbowed Bruce, who refused to comment.

“Oh, shut up.” He pushed Tim away from him, who did a flip and landed safely on both feet. Cass clapped softly at the display. 

“Don’t feel ashamed, it’s more common than you think~.” Spoiler singsonged, dodging when the other man tried to punch her arm.

“Children.” Batman stopped the argument, secretly glad that they couldn’t see his slight blush or how his eyes had followed Jason since they met up earlier in the night.

“No, but really, that girl is amazing.” Dick munched on his sandwich, also looking at Jason. 

“Her skills could be polished, but she got the advantage over Todd.” Damian agreed.

“Is that a compliment or a backhanded insult to me?”

“I wasn’t talking about the gun - which we should definitely talk about how she got that thing past the controls at Arkham; I was thinking more about her therapist skills. And her ability to make Jay sit still at all.”

“Nobody told me to expect resistance. It won’t happen again.” Jason crossed his arms. He was still thinking about how Jasmine managed to get him in such a position and how his heart raced with fear for a hot second.

He hated feeling helpless.

“Cranky because you talked about your feelings?” Tim elbowed him, jumping back when Jason turned to glare at him.

“Maybe we should do that.” Nightwing finished his sandwich and looked wistfully at the starless sky.

“Talk about Jason’s feelings?”

“No,” he shook his head but didn’t look at Stephanie, feeling everyone’s eyes on him. “If this Jasmine girl is so good that everyone at Arkham loves her, maybe we should talk to her as well. About feelings.”

A few cringed at the thought, well aware that talking about feelings took a lot of work.

“That is if she’s not secretly a mad scientist.” Dick shrugged with a tiny smile.

It wasn’t long until they saw the siblings turn around the corner and walk quickly to their apartment. Their building wasn’t in the shady parts of Gotham, but still the city at night wasn’t a safe place.

“Hm.” Was all Batman said to the group before all of them, one by one, jumped down the fire escape stairs and into the correct window.

Of course, they waited inside the living room with the lights off. They had to play the dramatics and the intimidation tactics. It was Bat-theory 101.

“Huh.” Was all the reaction they got from Danny, who didn’t look surprised to find them there after flipping the light switch. His sister, on the other hand, took a moment to adjust to the sudden light and then smiled brightly at the intruders.

“Yes!” She pumped her fist. 

Daniel side eyed her. “You are a weirdo.”

“I am passionate, that’s different.” She ruffled his hair. “And look who’s talking, you weirdo.”

The young man rolled his eyes and closed the door, dropped his bag and hung the jacket, all without even glancing at the full set of super heroes in his apartment. Jasmine followed suit, but she constantly looked at the others with a tiny smile.

“Ok!” She finally addressed them. “We said we’ll talk and now let’s talk. I need my beauty sleep.” She dragged her brother closer to the heroes.

The bats looked at each other for a moment before Batman stepped forward.

“Did you know your parents have independent contracts with the government?”

“Yes.” Jasmine nodded carefully. She wasn’t lying, but she didn’t know where this was going. “They usually sell their inventions or patent them. Science isn’t cheap and even if we don’t agree with it, it’s money and it brings food to the table.”

Daniel snorted but didn’t comment further on it.

“Do you keep in touch with your parents?”

They tensed a little, but recovered quickly.

“No.” Daniel didn’t add further comment.

“Our parents… We still call sometimes, but after we moved out from home…” She looked down. She wasn’t lying here either, but there was more she wasn’t saying.

“Have they mentioned something lately? Any kind of new contract? Anything about an ex-government division?”

“What did they do now?” Daniel closed his eyes and sighed, looking resigned.

Bruce was hesitant for a moment. So far the Fenton siblings were cooperative, a bit withdrawn, but it was understandable. 

“Are you familiar with the name ‘Ghost Inv-’”

“The fucking Guys in White?” Daniel's lips curled at the name. “What did theydo now?”

“Daniel-”

“Danny, please.” 

Batman nodded slowly. “It has come to our attention that Jackson and Madeline Fenton have long term contracts with the GIW,” he searched Danny’s face. It didn't change expressions, so he knew about these contracts, “as well as their collaboration and expert opinion on some experiments.”

This was the key word. Danny and Jasmine froze. She had been drifting a bit from the conversation and let her brother deal with it as she admired the costumed guests, but she snapped back into attention as Bruce said the last word.

“What?” She asked.

“Experim-”

“We heard you the first time.” Danny narrowed his eyes. “What kind of experiments?”

“The kind you don’t want to know.” 

“No…” Jasmine’s legs failed her and she let herself fall into the couch. 

Her brother put a hand on her shoulder in support. “We knew this would happen eventually.” 

“I hoped to be there and stop it.”

“I hoped they kept the experimentation at home.”

“So you knew this was happening?” Bruce really didn’t want to arrest these individuals. He liked them. Jasmine had been very nice to his son and handled Jason like no one else could. 

“It’s… complicated.” Daniel… Danny made a face. “Our parents believe that ghosts can’t feel pain.”

There was a moment of silence.

“You said ‘ghosts’. As in-”

“Specters, apparitions, phantasms.” Danny interrupted Tim, making a gesture with his hand. “Keep up.”

“But ghosts don’t exist.”

“Ha! Wouldn’t that be nice?” Danny threw at Red Robin, the hand on his sister rubbing circles on her back. “Also, haven't you guys dealt with the paranormal before?”

“Unfortunately.” He conceded with a shrug.

“So you’re saying that the person we saw in the video was a ghost?” Batman stepped in before the argument could go further.

“Yeah.” He narrowed his eyes as he noticed Batman and a few behind him relaxed their stance a little. “Would that make it better for you? Make it easier to ignore?”

“Danny.” Jasmine said as a warning.

“No no, please, by all means, answer my question. Do you believe that because it is a ghost it’s okay to be experimented on? To be cut open and have your guts thrown around as you watch them do unspeakable things, feeling every second of it?”

All of them saw it. His eyes, which had been a cool and crystalline blue, were now glowing and green. Lazarus Pit green, like Jason's were shortly after being revived.

But Danny didn’t look consumed by the rage. He was angry, tense, and ready to fight - but his breathing was calm and controlled and the hand on his sister’s back was still there, seeking physical contact.

“Calm down. It was just a question.” 

“Then answer me. It’s also ‘just a question’.”

Bruce lifted his hands to show he wasn’t a threat. It worked just a little. “No. It doesn’t matter which species someone is - if they have life or consciousness, they don’t deserve to suffer.”

Danny blinked and his eyes were back to blue, but he still was tense. 

“So all these weapons and their work with the GIW…?”

“Yes, it’s to hunt and destroy ghosts.” Now it was the brother who let himself fall on the couch. “Our parent’s lives work.” His mouth twisted in disgust.

“And you don’t agree.”

“Of course we don’t fucking agree! Why would we, when -” He stopped himself. Hm.

Jasmine jumped in, taking one of Danny’s hands and squeezing it. “Our parents… They are really obsessed with ghosts. It is their whole lives! Everything they do, everything they make… it’s to capture, experiment on or kill ghosts.”

Bruce didn’t think he was the only one that caught the pained look in the young woman’s eyes as she said this. He wouldn’t be surprised if the siblings came from a neglectful childhood.

“While it doesn’t surprise us to see them work with the GIW, we didn’t believe they would go through with it. We had many big fights, around the time Danny and I moved out, about this topic. To make them see that it was wrong, that they should stop.”

“They are beyond help, Jazz. I told you. I told you.”

“Then what are we going to do?”

“You are not going to do anything.” Batman’s tone was final. “If you could tell us everything you know, we can-”

“No.” Danny’s eyes were green again as he looked up.

“No?” Nightwing tried really hard to not project how tense he felt.

“No. This is our problem. The GIW, our parents. The ghosts.”

“No offense, but you don’t have the means to deal with a problem like this.” Tim’s tone was controlled, but it let pass some of the judgemental disbelief. The siblings were smart, and probably trained, but they were still just a doctor and a prison guard. 

“Full offense, but you don’t know what the fuck you are talking about.” The young man jumped to his feet, glaring with those unnatural glowing eyes. The lights in the apartment flickered for a moment.

Jason put a hand on his gun, ready to step in. Tim stepped forwards, eyes fixed on Danny’s.

“Ok, let’s stop.” Nightwing put a hand over his little brothers’ stomachs. Jazz took the chance and did the same with Danny.

“Danny. Your eyes.” She whispered, but they could hear perfectly in such a small room. So she is aware of what is going on with him.

Whatever Danny did to make his eyes stop glowing Jason could feel it this time, now that he was paying attention. The Pit inside of him echoed, withdrawing on itself, closing and closing until he could barely feel it. His mouth tasted like copper for some reason, as if some kind of memory.

He gasped.

“Hood?” Someone asked, but he couldn’t really say who. His attention was fully on the kid (not a kid , not a kid, his mind urgently told him) and how all hostility left him as they looked at each other.

Jason felt unnervingly seen, even with the covering helmet and the mask beneath. Danny, whatever or whoever he was, could see into his own soul. He was sure of it. It didn’t matter how.

“What the fuck was that?” he muttered, finally.

“You are not Dead,” Danny tilted his head, “but you are not one of the Living. What are you?”

Before Jason could say anything, Batman stepped between them, his dark and towering figure acting as a wall between them. Nobody dared to even breathe.

“What are you ?” Bruce used the voice. He was scared.

“Danny.” Jasmine took her brother by the shoulder to turn his body around and make him look at her. “I think they can help.”

Danny snorted. “How?”

“Batman has resources we don’t. The Justice League-”

“No.”

“Daniel-”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Danny, technically, we could appeal the Metahuman Rights Acts-”

“And technically I shouldn’t exist.”

“This could be our only chance!”

“Or they could make the situation worse!”

“Excuse me?” Steph lifted a hand, trying to follow the argument. The siblings turned to look at her at the same time. “How are you guys involved, exactly? I mean, they are doing really bad things to ghosts, but shouldn’t ghosts take care of it? Do they have someone that deals with these things?”

The question was good. After all, why did the siblings care so much for the ghosts? Sure they didn’t believe in their parents’ ideals, but still, if it was that big of a deal why did they consider themselves the only ones who could stop it?

“Oh yeah, the ghosts have someone working on it-”

“Danny…”

“- Me.” He said with the widest grin, and for a moment it looked like it had too many teeth, way sharper than they needed to be.

Jazz put her head in her hands, hiding the groan.

“Jazzy-pants, they are only going to get in the way with the detective-ing. Better rip that bandaid off right now.”

“Don’t call me that.” Her mouth turned down a little. “And I can see your point.”

“But?”

“The last time we barely made it, Danny. You can’t be everywhere all the time -”

“I told you I was working on it.”

“- and the GIW must have upped the security, especially if they are working with mom and dad.” She continued, ignoring him. And ignoring the bats as if they weren’t even there. “Sam and Tucker-”

“Leave them out of this.”

Jazz’s expression was pained. “Without their support our chances of success are lower.”

“I’ve trained since.”

“So did I! But it is not enough and you know it.”

The siblings glared at each other, waiting for the other to yield first. 

Batman didn’t dare breathe, absolutely sure that if they remembered the bats were still here they would stop the argument - and stop giving them so much information.

"No Justice League." It took a moment to register that Danny was talking to them, probably because he was still looking at his sister's eyes. "If they get involved we walk away forever."

Batman really wanted to fight it - try to make them see that with a problem like this they didn't have a chance without help. Maybe insist that they were civilians, and use the usual spiel about them being their responsibility now.

But he couldn't find the breath to speak. Was it how Danny tensed, as if either option was equally disturbing? Or how Jasmine - Jazz - had a defeated air around her?

He had no doubt that if the siblings wanted to disappear, not even a god would be able to find them. There was just something about them, something inhuman and plainly other, that he was sure that they didn’t throw empty threats around.

"Maybe we should start over again. No Justice League, no threats, everybody calm." Dick was really trying.

"And no lying?" Jazz answered him, but her eyes were fixed on Danny's, as if asking for permission.

This was it. They were going to finally explain what was going on with them.

Danny nodded. "No lying." He finally looked at the bats in their living room, the sunrise coming from the window stealing away the mysterious aura around them. "You can lose the furry suits, guys. It's not the same effect under the sunlight."

Before they could protest at the comment, Jazz turned with an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, we know who you are. We’ve known for a while now.”

"And before you get all paranoid, we are not going to do shit about it." Danny turned as well, eyes narrowed. "We sure know the importance of a secret identity."

There was a moment of silence.

“We will meet again tonight. If you really know who we are, come find the Cave.”

“Hell no! I’ve got to work!”

“I didn’t know that ghost-adjacent champions needed to work?” Steph said, tired with the evasiveness of the siblings and really wanting to go home.

Danny crossed his arms. “Rent won’t pay itself. And I really like my job and would like to keep it, thank you very much.”

As he moved, Jason’s eyes noticed the scars that crept up his sleeve, an intricate zig zag of overlapping scars that mapped a rough landscape in what was once, probably, soft skin.

He didn’t need to be a detective to know what those meant. Danny was trained, dangerous and had glowing green eyes - that he was a warrior of some kind was not the question. 

Instead, he wondered if he had paid the price of Justice, and how much it cost him.

***

Many hours later, after suffering their respective day job/school with little to no sleep - they teased Danny about having to work, but they had to maintain appearances too -, the night found Bruce, Tim and Alfred going through Jason’s footage at Arkham, as well as all the information on the siblings and the town they came from, Amity Park.

Now that they knew that Jasmine was not dangerous-

(“Not dangerous? She pointed a gun to my face!”)

- they could focus on the brother. They had dismissed him since on record there wasn’t anything of notice from him. Didn’t pursue education after highschool, no criminal records, not even a hospital visit; which was weird, since whatever reason that made Danny’s eyes glow shouldn’t be normal, or healthy.

Just in case they checked the Lazarus Pit activity. Any reported League operations, suspicious behavior from Ra’s, any connection to something that was related to death and made your eyes glow green.

“Dunno, maybe there’s something in the water from where they are from.” Jason had commented when the search proved fruitless and he got bored of it.

“That’s it!” Tim shouted as he picked up his tablet, furiously typing something on the screen and laughing when he did. He turned the tablet to show what he found, seconds before Jason opened his mouth to ask if he was okay in the head. “‘Local superhero Inviso-Bill saves the day!’” He read the headline of the newspaper showing on the screen.

“Superhero?” Bruce commented, but his mind was fixated on the blurry photo of a figure flying away from the scene.

“Great, more supers.” Jason groaned from the table where he was reading to pass the time until the siblings showed up - or not, some of them had the theory that the Fentons packed up and ran to deal with their parents on their own.

Not that Jason would blame them, but running into danger without backup to deal with estranged parents wasn’t exactly a smart move. Zero stars out of five. Wouldn’t recommend it.

“What kind of name is Inviso-bill?”

“The kind that bad press gives you,” a new voice echoed in the cave behind them. “Not very intimidating. I know.”

Batman turned, one hand ready on his belt… that wasn’t there. Because he was wearing his civilian clothes. Heart racing, he glanced at Alfred, who nodded and tried to sneak towards a filing cabinet that disguised batarangs.

“Dude, calm down. We wouldn‘t want you to have a heart attack now.” Danny relaxed his body on purpose, lifting his hands with his palms forward, trying to be as least threatening as possible.

“How?” Was the only thing Bruce could say.

This took Danny by surprise. “You haven’t figured it out yet? I thought you were the world’s greatest detective.”

“Self proclaimed.” Jason nodded in greeting at Jazz when she walked from behind her brother. The other waved with a wide smile.

“Hey, B?” 

Bruce looks at Tim, who was showing him a picture on his tablet - a clearer photo of Amity Park’s own superhero, Danny Phantom. His eyes went back to the Arkham Guard, Danny Fenton.

Phantom in the picture was younger, more fresh, with a big smile on his face. And of course the white hair and the green eyes.

Danny was burned out and tired, with dark bags under his dull blue eyes that were brimming with shadows full of secrets, adding years to his expression.

“You are a superhero.”

Jazz made a face, but didn’t comment. Danny rolled his eyes.

“No. I am definitely not. I’m just a Security Guard at Arkham.”

“You were a superhero.” Bruce tried again. Danny didn’t say anything but the answer was obvious. “What happened?”

He knew it had been a bad move when Danny narrowed his eyes, the green creeping back into the blue, his lips curled into a silent growl.

“So… Do you have more-” Jasmine tried to move on with the conversation, stepping around her brother.

“Father! We heard the alarms and came as fast as-!” Damian came down running to the Cave, katana in hand, screeching to a halt when he saw the siblings.

“What’s going - woah!” Duke froze behind the child. He blinked a few times, eyes fixed on Danny. “Bruce? Is this… the guy?”

The guy, Danny said under his breath, amused.

“Duke, this is Danny. And his sister, Jasmine.” Bruce made a gesture, apparently accepting that this was happening. 

But Duke only frowned and blinked, his lips pressed in thought.

“Something wrong?”

Duke tried to sound reassuring but his voice wavered a little. “He doesn’t look human.” A few seconds later he realized what he said and tried to backtrack. “I mean, there’s this weird vibe around him…”

“Don’t worry, I’m not offended. I’m not human.” Everybody saw Jazz tense as Danny said this with a calm smile. “Just out of curiosity, what can you see? I wondered what the only meta from the bat-clan would see in me.”

The hero used the moment it took to walk down the rest of the steps towards the batcomputer, where everyone was gathered, to think his words carefully. What he saw wasn’t easy to describe.

“It’s like… two pictures overlapping. Like these manipulated vintage ghost photos? But the… aura moves even when you're not moving. It’s weird. Are you… possessed or something?”

Danny turned towards his sister with a big smile. “Did you hear that, Jazz? I look like a ghost.”

She rolled her eyes, laughing at some kind of inner joke. 

Damian opened his mouth, ready to protest and bring attention back to the fact that two total strangers somehow got into one of the most secret and protected places on Earth, when alarms started blasting from the computer. 

Danny gasped, making a pained face.

“Danny?” Jazz asked, one hand on her brother’s shoulder. They weren’t looking at the Bats on the computer.

“I can’t believe this.” He murmured. “He actually did it.”

“What?” Tim asked, trying to pay attention to both the siblings and Bruce at the computer.

“Joker has escaped Arkham.” The man declared, drowning whatever Danny was saying to Jasmine.

“Of course.” Jason rolled his eyes. He sighed, jumping down the table and turning his head to crack his neck. “Let’s get going.”

“No.” Did Danny time his words with the moment the alarms stopped? If so, he would fit perfectly with the Bats’ dramatics. At least in Jason’s opinion. “He’s mine.”

The silence in the Cave was only broken by a group of bats flying away, as if they felt the air getting heavier.

“He’s dangerous.” Bruce tried to word it like it wasn’t an order for him to stay put. It didn’t work.

“Funny. So am I.” Danny did that smile that didn’t fit quite right in his face, eyes turning green and glowing even under the bright computer screens. 

Jason saw his body tense, ready to run, and stepped in to stop him before Danny made a mistake. Green eyes turned to stare at him, once again the Pit doing flips and recognizing whatever Danny was. This time instead of calming it was terrifying, paralyzing, searching into his soul and pulling, evoking sensations he thought he wouldn’t feel again. Pure terror. Screams. Hopelessness.

Darkness gathered from the corners of the Cave, a strange freezing wind circling around them. For a moment Jason could almost see white strands in Danny’s hair when the breeze lifted it out of his face.

“You can come to the party if you want. But the clown is mine.” Danny winked as if they weren’t watching him with various panicked expressions, and did finger guns at his sister. “Be right back.”

He stepped back and disappeared.

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BEASTARS PARALLELS

Volumes used: 10-13 (with slight mentions of volumes before.)

WARNING: Images are edited to fit the book that I (myself) was reading. Since I've been reading the VIZ media books, Its come to my attention that the translations very are different online than it is here. Thus, I've concluded I must translate it all, in order for my points to come arose clearly.

Reminder: Click for better quality, or if you want to read it.

First parallel, is the "I love herbivores/I love carnivores" moment between Legoshi and Louis. Even funnier is that, it seem seems Legoshi is the reason, and Ibuki is the realization.

Also, in my book, When Ibuki ask if his freind is more important to him than the Shishigumi, Louis mentions that both the Shishigumi and Legoshi are both equally important to him. Which is a lot, considering that a parallel drawn within the manga itself is Louis comparing Ibuki to his father.

With the Shishigumi being basically family to him, its astonishing that Legoshi is on the exact same level of importance.

Another note, is that before this interaction and declaration about herbivores, Legoshi was thinking of Haru.

Unironically, Louis made a "eat me" joke to Legoshi, which (atleast in my book) is similar to the "how would I taste?" joke Haru made. This joke was duiring Louis's dream of Haru, before being waken up by Ibuki. This was after Legoshi thought of Haru, though.

Second parallel between the "dreams" and "nightmares" of Louis and Haru. Unsurprisingly both herbivores, that of which he keeps having repetitive dreams/nightmares about.

Weirdly enough, Legoshi agonizes about both of them. Unable to control what he's dreaming about, and slightly suffering because of it. Albeit, different levels of agony.

^goes with Juno and her realization, but eh

Third parallel with Riz vs Legoshi and Louis as the Moth.

In my book, during the fight with Riz (the last panel before he turned into a illusion of moths), Legoshi says "Isn't that right, Moth?", which was within the page that Legoshi was reminiscing over the Moth. Here, instead of a Moth, its Louis. Instead of Riz, its a bunch of drug dealers. Yet, its still the same concept of: for the sake of herbivores.

Of which both battles, he has the enemy surrender.

Also, Legoshi visualizes Louis similarly to how he did the Moth, which... weirdly enough, have both entered his body. Both the Moth and Louis visuals motivate him, and both Moth and Louis teach Legoshi something that he later carries on. (In my book, while conversing with Louis- before eating his leg- he tells him, "That's not all I remember. A lot has happened to us over the past year.//Louis, thanks to you I didn't become a monster.".

Moth and Louis both teach him, or help him in some way. They also motivate him during his fights for justice. They are also both were consumed by him (although Louis is still alive, of course.) Oh, and they were both dreamed about (as the Moth interaction took place when he was knocked out).

Forth parallel is this Louis and Legoshi scene with Juno and Haru's.

(My book for this scene is unavailable, so a direct translation cannot be made. That's why I don't have a picture.)

The scene at the gardening club where Juno calls Haru "cute" and interacts with Haru, realizing why carnivores can never "win" against herbivores

It's not an exact parallel between the two wolves, but its interesting that scenes like this take place in locations where hthe two are alone and simply enjoying anothers company.

The difference being while Juno rejects her emotions towards Haru in fear of ending up "wrapped around her finger" like Louis and Legoshi", Legoshi ends up admitting his emotions towards herbivores, fulling embracing them. (Louis does the whole, "I know." thing too, its great.)

One detail added are the soft hexagons and the dotty gradients that appear in the room. The soft geometric shapes only appear when he's thinking of Louis (see the soft triangles during his "reminiscing over getting high" scene), when he's admitting something deep/personal and when Louis sits next to him/ when they have a nice heart-to-heart.

It's not a parallel, but its a detail I noticed and wanted to bring up.

Thats all for now.

(I'm still learning about Yahya and Gosha, but I can see parallels between the two and Louis and Legoshi. The difference is that I don't think Louis has a grudge against Legohsi for wanting to date haru and stuff. They're not important to this post yet, but I'll bring it up.)