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Shocking Secrets Unveiled in Aile (Family) - Episode 20 Trailer | Explosive Betrayals Await

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DPXDC Prompt: Amnesia Danny learns a lot more about himself than he ever did before.

Danny ends up with amnesia after a recent ghost fight that landed him straight into the Kent's family farm.

He had no reason not to believe he must be an alien too- from Ma and Pa's reactions to his powers to his acceptance into hero circle.

That is until he met Jon's friend Damian- who recognized him immediately. Was he not from space? Despite his love of stars- if he wasn't from space then where did he come from?

When he slowly discovers more and more of his past nothing makes sense. What version of his past is true? Who was he? Why did so many people claim to know him?

He hoped he can figure it out soon before a war develops between fractions that lay claim to him.

(not demon twins but perhaps siblings ;3 or some secret third thing) Below just continuation of my thoughts I posted on discord ;3

Just makes me think the more Danny learns something else throws a wrench into! Like- Imagine he starts learning about the LOA and what Damian knows- then bam GIW are claiming Danny's hero persona- to be Phantom.

And everything keeps going down a rabbit hole.

Even ghosts or perhaps the ghost he was fighting that caused this confronts him to- or to the media at large. Revealing something else to him. Perhaps it was dan or a version of- or its Plasmius

Or a new ghost entirely with ties to that.

Or could add ghost king to really mess with stuff- and its Pariah wanting his crown back.

Just so many ways to make this into a shit show.

Danny's friends and sister getting involved too- happy to see Danny safe- but Danny just confused.

His brain hurts and he's at a lost at who he is.

Even worse if his dna did show him as part alien. So his world is flipped on its head even once he remembers himself- or the part of himself he knows the most.

I think it would be a fun idea to play with. Creating more and more mystery. And by the time Danny gets some idea- something else happens.

LOA is pissed, GIW are too- Ghost problem is ramping up - everyone wanting to take claim to Danny and Danny just wants to know who he is and how stop the fighting.

But imagine Danny getting acceptance from the league- and maybe they finally get answers who Danny's parents are- why does he have alien dna Danny actually going through puberty with his powers same time as his accident so he never knew and imagine Danny saves the world and becomes into himself. He still doesn't have all the answers but he has enough to know WHO he is- and he's not going to let others taint that image for him.

He's sure he'll find out more as time comes but for now- he's who he strives to be. it definitely be such a big ass story but it would be fun to play with different identities maybe a few red herrings if you want to be extra- but i think just even knowing all of danny's identities be interesting. how people have perceived him to what he actually has done and was. maybe before they use slade to make respawn they experimented with another hero dna or an alien dna in general that was unfortunate to cross their path- and the two grew up together- but found Damian's compassion towards the other as a hindrance. maybe booster gold or impulse know danny from the future due to time travel and/or how he was seen. or if anyone from bad time line before traveling back only remember Dan. ewe luckily Ma and Pa kent supporting Danny through this and protecting him- bats too

So he isn't all on his own but he's certainly confused.

Imagine they help him the most in accepting who he is.

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I SAID I WAS GOING TO DRAW THAT CAR SO HERE WE ARE (I hope you enjoy this is the stupidest thing I've drawn in months /affectionate)

(I put the image descriptions in the Alt text this time because there's so many images. If it doesn't work please tell me and I'll yeet them in the actual post!!)

happy finale of Wild Life everybody! :D

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“So, babysitting?”

Alberu follows after the delinquent. From the record the vice-principal gave him access to, Cale frequently drinks alcohol, he often gets himself into a lot of fights, and he barely passed his classes at the end of the grading period. The teachers never call on him in class, girls and boys avoid him alike, and he is- supposedly- completely intolerable.

Which is why Alberu Crossman, who’s only a little older yet infinitely more mature has been assigned by the principal (his father) to get the troublemaker under thumb. Cale's father is quite wealthy, actually, and since there isn't much known about the successor to the Henituse family... it'd be bad if he had to be expelled.

Cale scowled. “Yes, babysitting, your highness. Please, leave if you must,” He jeers at Alberu, but internally he thinks, 'No, really. Please leave.' Otherwise, he might get caught in the act.

Of not actually being Cale.

Roksu aims a sour expression at Alberu, who returns it with a more flowery one. Acting as his twin for the day had been easy enough, mainly because being trash is great!- until Alberu Crossman strolled into his lunch period and introduced himself.

He is even following him out of the school to his job. Well, this job is Roksu’s and not Cale’s, but because he can’t ditch work nor can he get glib-tongued Alberu off his tail-

Well shit.

Thankfully, the kids call him hyung. Except Raon, who calls him human. Hopefully Alberu doesn’t look into it too much. If everything goes right, Alberu Crossman will be Cale's problem to deal with tomorrow. As it should have been.

“I didn’t know you liked kids, Cale,” Alberu smiles charmingly, walking side by side with Roksu. “Can you introduce me?” Roksu struggles to not put on his own disarming smile out of spite, instead plastering on a classic Cale Sneer™. It fits on his face perfectly, like he’s playing a character in a play.

They enter the building and ‘Cale’ guides Alberu to a colorful playroom, decked out in toys and a fountain of running water as the centerpiece (A gift from his father, who is still upset that Roksu doesn't visit more often). There’s a tray of fruits and oatmeal on the small table in the corner of the room, except not a soul to be seen. Picking up a bowl of oatmeal and finding the ceramic to still be hot, Roksu almost smiles.

Alberu frowns. Where are the kids he's supposed to babysit?

Roksu tells the empty air, "Come on out."

Three children appear out of nowhere in front of them.

“Hyung!”

“Human! You’re back!”

“Hyung, nya.” On examines Alberu some more.

All of the kids had been revealed the moment that Roksu spoke, as Raon unveiled the invisibility on them.

Raon runs up and grabs Roksu’s hand, who places it on his head, rubbing the black hair comfortingly. “Mm.” Raon beams at the affection.

“Raon, On, Hong,” they each look up at him at the call of their names. “This is Alberu Crossman, he is doing a report on my trashy behavior. Don’t be rude."

All three children become hostile immediately. “He isn't trash!”

On observes Alberu with an intense glare. Raon shifts under Roksu’s hand, his deep blue eyes glinting with magic. Roksu positions him away from the older teen’s view. Raon grips onto Roksu’s pant leg with a vengeance. Hong stares openly, offensive.

Alberu smiles at them.

"I'm visiting with Cale Hyung for today, nice to meet you."

Hong gasps suddenly.

“He-!” On gives her brother a look, and he clamps his hands over his mouth. Alberu feels a deep curiosity, as if something isn’t quite as it seems.

Roksu sighs. It’s going to be a long hour.

At the midway point, Alberu has easily disarmed the children. They look fascinated at the magic he shows them, while Roksu can only rub a palm over Raon’s shoulder as a warning to keep his dragon magic under control. He's still just a child that wants to brag. Everything is going well.

Bang!

“Hey Roksu! How was-“ Cale bursts through the door, bright red hair equipped with a shit-eating grin, wearing clothes far less fancy than his usual. He tenses up, frozen in place when he spots Alberu on the floor, politely sitting "crisscross applesauce" with the children. Roksu narrows a withering glare at his twin.

“… Roksu?”

Alberu looks at ‘Cale,’ sitting next to him, the one he's spent the entire day with, who is trying to send what must be the real Cale into the sun with his eyes.

“Ha… ha?” Cale winces. Roksu wipes his expression from his face.

“Cale-hyung, run! That’s the human’s bad look!” Alberu’s eyes widen as he watches the confirmed real Cale bolt back into the hallway and out of the front door. Alberu whips his head back toward the stranger behind him, who is a perfect replica of the Cale who ran like Hell. Cale has an identical twin?? Since when? Why doesn't he go to school?

Roksu levels an emotionless gaze at Alberu. “Hello, your highness. Don’t mind me.”

Alberu can only watch in astonishment as this stranger walks out of the playroom, with a smooth and deadly gait as he hunts down his twin like a predator would to prey. He recalls the look 'Roksu' gave him and it sends a shiver down the principal’s son’s spine. That gaze held secrets.

Something about this stranger is even more interesting than the sudden appearance of a twin.

On walks up to him, sitting down in his lap and looking into his eyes. “Roksu-hyung will be back soon, nya!” Hong bounds over and sits next to his sister, grinning widely. Raon huffs and looks at the door. He wants his human to come back.

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Alberu to Raon, On and Hong: Well kids, there are two types of lovers in this world. When you reveal the darkest and most vulnerable secret that makes you feel like all your life's effort was worth nothing, some holds you close to comfort and reassure you while- (stares at Cale) some calls your ancestor a criminal.

Raon, On and Hong: .....

Cale: It was just one freaking time!

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Why You Shouldn't Engage Your Sentient Pet Platypus in a Snowball Fight

For @perry-the-platypus-plumber

I am so sorry this is so late and your original Secret Santa didn't work out. I am now your Secret Santa and this is your gift fic! I hope you like it.

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Though it was fourteen degrees Fahrenheit, and the wind was frigid and a sheet of ice blanketed every non-salted surface, sweat still dripped down Candace’s neck and back. She had done about five laps of the driveway, her shovel scraping against the frozen cement and gathering heaps of snow. Her muscles ached as she lifted the wooden handle slightly, dumping yet another pile of snow to the accumulating hill bordering the driveway.

“I hate Friday night snow storms,” she panted, leaning against the shovel. “A Saturday snow day is so useless.”

She also hated shovelling, but somehow the chore was a bit sweeter with the knowledge that the alternative was six hours of school.

As she caught her breath, she twisted her neck slightly to see how her brothers were doing. Ferb had already shovelled and swept the front and bath pathways of their property. He was on his last task, sprinkling salt over stubborn patches of ice.

Phineas was almost done with the sidewalk, clouds of white powder hanging over his head with each load of snow he slung into the front yard. With one more strip of the driveway to go, Candace rolled her throbbing shoulders back and pushed. She carefully manoeuvred around the car, the shovel rattling against the cement, the sound growing duller as more snow gathered in the blade. With a loud grunt, she tipped the snow into the waist-high pile.

“Finally!” she exclaimed.

“With this much snow, we could make a giant snow fort,” said Phineas, looking at the mounds of white crystals with gleaming eyes.

“Don’t even think about it,” growled Candace, aiming a finger at him. “By the time Mom and Dad get home, your ridiculously massive snow fort is going to magically vanish, and with my luck the snow is gonna avalanche all over this driveway. I am not shovelling again. The snow stays put.”

“Good idea. A snow fort is pretty similar to an ice chalet, anyway, and we already did that.” Phineas shook clumps of snow from his gloves. “Hmm. Maybe we could make snow mobiles made out of actual snow.”

Ferb joined his siblings, flashing a thumbs-up to indicate his chore was finished. Candace stretched, wincing at the tight knots straining in her shoulders. “Can we warm up first before you get into any shenanigans? I can’t bust you if I’m frozen solid.”

Phineas smiled. “Ooh, can we make homemade hot chocolate?”

“Only if you do the stirring.”

“Deal!”

Ferb held his index finger and thumb an inch apart, and Candace smirked. “Yeah, we’ve got tiny marshmallows.”

“Krkrkrk.”

The Flynn-Fletcher kids turned in the direction of the very familiar sound. Perry stood on the roof, leaning casually against the chimney, his fedora tilted slightly over his eyes to block the winter wind.

Phineas grinned brightly. “Hey, Perry!”

Ferb waved. Candace glared up at him. “Oh, look who shows up just as we finished shovelling. What a coincidence.”

Perry raised his right brow. He lifted his shoulders in a ‘not my fault’ motion and Candace scoffed. She crossed her arms over her chest. “You left just as Mom and Dad told us to clear off the driveway and sidewalks. You totally took your sweet time during your mission. In fact, you’re late! Did Dr. D invite you for a hot apple cider or something?”

Shaking his head, Perry knelt against the snow-covered roof and started gathering piles into his paws. With quick motions, he made crude sculptures of snowmen, Doofenshmirtz, and himself. Studying the scene, Phineas deciphered, “Dr. D made a Snowman Alive-inator and attacked you with an army of living snowman?” At Perry’s nod, Phineas said excitedly, “That’s so cool! Not using the snowmen to take over the Tri-State Area, obviously. I mean making the snowmen come to life. Ferb, I know—”

Perry chattered sharply, setting his paws on his hips as he looked sternly at Phineas. His boy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Right. No copying Dr. D’s ideas. We’ll think of something else. Right Ferb?”

Ferb patted his brother’s back in agreement. Candace rolled her eyes. “So you had to battle an army of snowmen. You can literally punch right through them. It shouldn’t have taken you that long.”

Perry gave her a pointed look. He gestured to her, tapped his beak, and then punched one of the miniature snowmen. “It is not easier said than done,” insisted Candace. “They melt! All those gadgets O.W.C.A. gives you, and you don’t have a single flamethrower? Nope. Not buying it. I want to see your mission minutes.

“I don’t think O.W.C.A. has enough organization to draft mission minutes,” remarked Ferb, his voice muffled through his purple scarf.

Perry’s chortle was drowned out by the blast of a horn. They turned to see a snowplough barrelling down their road, pushing a massive pile of snow as it went. Candace’s jaw dropped as a wave of dirty snow cascaded over the curb, spilling onto the once-clean sidewalk, and forming a wall at the end of their driveway.

“Hey!” Candace shrieked.

Phineas patted her arm. “It’s okay, Candace. It’s just a little more work.”

“No way, we did our part. It’s Perry’s turn.” She whirled around, seizing her shovel and brandishing it the platypus. “Mom and Dad will be home soon, so you better hurry up!”

Perry reached up, his fingers flicking the dial of his translation collar. With a smirk, he said, “I’ve already done my job for the day, kiddo. Besides, that’s not exactly a platypus-sized shovel. I’ll submit a request to Monogram for one, along with a flamethrower. I’m sure he’ll love that.”

Candace was tired and cold, and beyond irritated to see Perry standing there, nearly waist-deep in snow, and not giving the slightest shiver. With narrowed eyes, she marched up to the front stoop and, with such force it made her brothers jump, she banged the blade against the bottom of the roof.

A startled chatter escaped Perry’s throat as he was suddenly carried from the rooftop by several feet of snow. He landed with a soft ploft, only to be buried a millisecond later. He hastily dug his way out, gasping and spitting out ice and snow.

“Candace, that wasn’t nice,” said Phineas with a frown, hurrying to Perry’s side and helping him from the snowdrift. “You could’ve hurt him.”

“It’s gonna take a lot more than a mini snowslide to hurt me,” Perry growled, shivering slightly as he brushed snowflakes from his fedora. “But your sister has made a very big mistake.”

Candace backed up slightly, her nerves jumping at the dangerous glint in Perry’s eyes. “What does that—”

Her vision was suddenly obstructed by a wall of white. She yelped at the ice-cold sensation seeping into her exposed cheeks and swiped at her face, her red mittens coming back covered in snow. She glowered at Perry, who shook the lingering ice crystals from his fingers, his gaze holding a silent challenge.

“Oh, it’s on!” declared Candace.

She dashed over to the haphazardly-stacked driveway snow, seizing a fistful and forming a quick snowball. When she whipped around, Perry was nowhere in sight. She scanned the frozen, white landscape, her heart pumping in her chest.

Thwack!

A snowball hit her thigh, startling her into tumbling back into the snowbank. Perry flipped seamlessly onto the top of the family minivan, a smug grin on his bill. Candace struggled to sit up, lobbing her snowball at the platypus. Perry twisted his body, the snowball sailing past his torso, not one snowflake touching his skin.

And that’s when Candace realized that Perry was indeed correct—she had made a horrible mistake in engaging her secret agent platypus pet in a snow fight.

But her pride refused to allow her to admit defeat. She would not surrender, especially not so soon into the battle. She stood up, grabbed a fistful of snow, and chucked it at Perry. He dodged it, leaping off the car and landing on the driveway. He sprinted over to the snowbank, grabbing a clump of snow and twisting on his heel. He whipped it at Candace, who lunged to the ground, grunting when her body hit the hard cement.

The snowball sailed overhead and she scrambled back to her feet. Her attention focussed on Perry just as a snowball struck him dead in the back.

Giving a startled chatter, Perry turned to see Phineas behind him, tossing a snowball up and down. “Traitor!” Perry exclaimed dramatically.

“Sorry, Perry, but we gotta even the odds,” said Phineas.

He lobbed his snowball at Perry, who flipped to avoid it, but wasn’t able to see Candace’s snowball careening straight for him. It smacked into the back of his head, causing the platypus to grunt. He slid slightly along the stray patches of snow stuck to the driveway and he set down a hand to balance himself.

“Ha! Phineas likes me more!” crowed Candace, reinvigorated now she wasn’t fighting against Perry by herself.

Perry rolled his shoulders, grinning as he flicked his gaze between his kids. “Okay. I see how it is. Give it all you got. Otherwise, you don’t stand a chance.”

Phineas and Candace circled Perry, making sure to stay on opposite ends of the platypus so his attention was diverted. For the first minute, they were able to land some solid hits, but their triumph didn’t last long. Perry quickly got a feel for their rhythm, watching Phineas intently, pinpointing by his motions where Candace was planning to throw her own snowball.

He ducked and weaved with grace and agility, using his tail to send the snowballs flying back towards Phineas and Candace. Phineas spluttered as a snowball struck his nose, and Candace hissed as a snowball smacked her in the forehead. As they continued to get battered by their own snowballs, they quickly ceased firing.

Perry crossed his arms, an amused smile on his beak at his snow-dusted kids. “Well? What now?”

Candace eased her way towards Phineas, keeping wary eyes on the observing platypus. “He’s taunting us,” she muttered. “He could totally annihilate us right now.”

“At least he’s giving us a chance,” replied Phineas lowly, lifting the collar of his coat to wipe snow from his chin. “Okay, we need to overwhelm him. Fire a bunch of snowballs at once.”

“How are we going to do that?” asked Candace in frustration. “Ask him for a five-minute break so we can make a stock of snowballs? He’s just gonna do the same thing and then we’re so toast.”

“Tick-tock,” said Perry in a sing-song tone.

There was the sudden whirring of gears, and the three turned towards the sound. They watched as the garage door slowly rolled up, rattling in its tracks, gradually revealing Ferb, who held a leaf blower in his gloved hands.

Perry blinked in bemusement. “I was wondering where you went. What are you doing with the leaf blower? And what the heck is on it?”

Ferb reached for the switch, flipped it, and Perry found himself barraged by snowballs rapid-firing from the nozzle.

Candace whooped. “Oh yeah! That’s my little brother!”

“Genius, dude!” cheered Phineas.

Ferb sidled up to his siblings. “Good distraction,” he spoke.

“Right. That’s totally what we were doing,” said Candace with a snort.

There was a power tool battery attached to the back of the leaf blower, and Ferb had rigged a funnel for loading snowballs into the machine. Candace and Phineas quickly took up the positions of stocking ammo, with Phineas forming the snowballs and Candace placing them into the funnel.

Perry scrambled across the driveway, but found that the snowballs were coming too fast for him to dodge. He was pelted left and right, knocking him every which way. He tucked and rolled beneath the car, panting for breath, a hoarse laugh rumbling from his throat.

“Well-played.”

Knowing there was no other choice but to try and rush Ferb, Perry shifted his weight from foot to foot, prepping himself for a short sprint. Mentally counting down from five, he dashed out from under the car, streaking to where the siblings were clustered at the edge of the driveway.

He was moving too quickly for Ferb to change the angle of the leaf blower. He would have been met with a full-body platypus tackle, if his sister was not equipped with superior sisterly instincts.

Seeing the teal blur hurtling straight for Ferb, Candace’s mind blared Danger! Though she knew Perry would never in his life hurt any of them, her protective instincts still activated and she seized Ferb by the waist, swinging him out of the way.

The sudden, unexpected motion caused Ferb to let go of the leaf blower in surprise. It smacked into the cement, the base of the leaf blower cracking and causing the machine to stutter to a halt. Instead of tackling Ferb, Perry charged head-first into the snowbank.

“Retreat!” Candace shouted, using her boot to push Perry’s behind, forcing the platypus further into the snowbank.

She ran down the path leading into the backyard, charging through the snow and taking cover behind the big tree. Phineas was quick to settle beside her, and Ferb joined them soon after, using a broom he had retrieved from the garage sweep snow over their footprints.

“You’re really the star of this team, bro,” said Phineas breathlessly.

“How fast can you make another snowball Nerf gun thing?” demanded Candace.

Ferb shrugged and removed his glove so his siblings could see him holding up one finger. Phineas nodded. “Yeah, Dad only has one leaf blower.”

“Come on, you guys are all about your big ideas!” said Candace frantically. “You totally can come up with something to kick Perry’s butt!”

There was the creak of the back gate opening and the three went still.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

Perry’s croon made a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold run down Candace’s spine. She exchanged a panicked glance with her brothers, who were wide-eyed. They huddled against the trunk and Candace prayed Perry would see the lack of tracks and decide to look for them elsewhere.

There was silence. The wind whistled and the snow shifted. Candace’s heart pounded in her chest. No one dared to peek around the wide tree trunk.

Thwack!

The wood behind their backs vibrated and Candace didn’t even get a chance to look over her shoulder before she was doused with ice-cold snow. She was blinded by white and she thrashed her limbs in pure panic. In the next second she was plucked from the snow by the top of her hood.

She spat out snow and blinked rapidly. When her vision was clear, she was greeted with Perry gazing at her with a soft smile, his paw falling to rest on her shoulder. “You good?”

“I’m freezing,” Candace complained, her teeth starting to chatter.

“Not so easy to punch your way through snow, is it?”

He gazed at her knowingly and the pout that formed across her lips made him chuckle.

Phineas and Ferb were plopped in the snow beside Candace, having been yanked out of the snowdrift first. They were shivering and trying to shake the snow from their clothes. “That was a good one,” Phineas said.

Ferb nodded. Perry jerked his head in the direction of the house. “Go inside and get warmed up. I’ll take care of the leaf blower and finish shovelling the driveway.”

“I thought you couldn’t because we lacked a platypus-sized shovel?” countered Candace.

“The leaf blower is pretty platypus-sized, and once it’s fixed it’ll take care of the snow,” returned Perry. “Go before you catch a cold.”

The three kids wasted no time in shuffling inside the warm, cozy home. They stripped out of their wet jackets, scarves and mittens. Too exhausted to make homemade hot chocolate, Candace grabbed a box of hot chocolate powder from the cupboard and made four piping hot servings. She added generous heaps of whipped cream and marshmallows to each mug and carried them into the living room on a wooden tray.

Phineas and Ferb were already snuggled on the couch, covered in three layers of blankets. Candace set the tray of drinks on the coffee table and flopped in between her brothers. “Sorry, guys, this is all I have the energy for.”

“This is perfect,” said Phineas honestly, and Ferb rested his head against Candace’s shoulder.

Perry shuffled into the living room just as Candace put the television on a random movie channel. The light on his translator collar was off, and he gave a thumbs-up to indicate everything outside was taken care of.

“Thanks,” mumbled Candace, giving him a tiny smile.

Perry made a no-worries motion with his paw. He took a seat beside Ferb, tucking himself beneath the blankets and sighing with contentment. He grabbed one of the hot chocolates and took a long sip.

“That was really fun,” said Phineas happily.

“Yeah, but we never stood a chance,” said Candace with a sigh. Perry grinned at her, reaching over to playfully tweak her nose, and she batted away his paw. “We got in a couple good hits, though.”

Perry gestured at Ferb and Phineas nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yeah, Ferb was definitely the MVP.”

Ferb smiled proudly and Candace lightly bumped her shoulder against his. “Don’t let it blow up your ego,” she teased.

They settled against one another, Phineas and Ferb lounging against their sister, and Perry sprawling out over Ferb’s lap. They basked in the warmth and each other’s company, their toes and fingers and noses and bill thawing.

“Note to self,” spoke Candace. “Don’t ever engage your sentient secret agent pet in a snowball fight.”

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I fully expect the current arc to end with Martha and Henry just drifting apart and never having a honest talk again, but I hope she will at least learn that he lashed out on a military man who was glorifying Martha's death and suffered a life-lasting eye injury for that. I want her to know that not because I want the characters to suffer even more, but because I would want to know that if I were in her shoes

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Whump Prompt #1323

Anon asked:

Do you have any prompts for a usually funny and hides insecurity behind humour/a strong character being poisoned/drugged and being forced to be vulnerable around others? Usually they’d always have a joke or a bright idea on their tongue, but now they can’t really form coherent sentences right now as they’re delirious.

I have a few - great concept!

I can imagine that it's deeply unsettling for the caretakers to experience this at the very least. Because it's so out of character for them.

^ As a result of this, maybe the whumpee tries to escape medical/hide away to avoid subjecting the caretakers to this. Despite how upsetting the situation is, the caretakers are more overrun by worry than being put off by the whumpee.

I like the idea of the whumpee becoming frustrated, because their brain is working at a snails pace, they're struggling to be understood, they're uncomfortable and unwell, but it feels like everyone is crowding them. It gets a bit much for them.

"[whumpee]'s quiet." It's two words that have the other caretakers stop in their tracks. Quiet and [whumpee] do not go together.

Maybe in a fit of delirium, they reveal things about themselves/their past that they've kept to themselves all these years.

^ bonus points if it's their insecurities. The caretaker could say something along the lines of "...you're kind and funny...", to which the whumpee responds: "I have to be... if not you'll realise just how useless I am and you'll want me off the team."

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What Lies Unspoken

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For Whumptober 2024 Prompt 24: ALT: Secrets Revealed

tw for fantasy racism, hate crimes, assault, family drama

They couldn’t even get inside the house, there were so many flowers and offerings. Complete strangers made for a massive but quiet crowd, all there to grieve and honor Longclaw on this Remembrance Day.

Knuckles pulled his hood close. He looked at his exposed spurs and quickly tucked his hands out of sight in his cloak. This was not the time or place to be a proud echidna. He kept his head down and hung back.  Maddie kept whispering that he could come closer.  Sonic wanted him here. Sonic felt weird with all these strangers here, he needed his family. Knuckles needed to be supportive.  And Knuckles whispered back that he was being supportive.

Sonic dismissed his concerns earlier.  He said that if anyone gave Knuckles trouble, he would explain that Knuckles was there with the blessing of Longclaw's apprentice. He also said he doubted there would be anyone there.  He was hugely wrong.

Knuckles doubted Sonic's word would mean anything to a crowd this size. If just one of these people realized there was an echidna there at Longclaw's shrine... Well, he'd had owl worshipers throw rocks at him before, he couldn’t imagine what a crowd this size would do.

No, being supportive meant not causing a huge, ugly scene when Sonic was here, for the first time in a decade, to honor his fallen mother.  That was why he wasn’t the only one disguised.

He had insisted Tom and Maddie cover themselves. Frustratingly, they had resisted until Tails backed him up. The galaxy could be very dangerous if you were noticeably Different.  Tails could get by.  He was an unusual fox, but he was a fox .  Humans were unknown and would draw far too much attention.  Wearing hooded ponchos with scarves, they passed for scavengers… Which were still unusual to see at Longclaw’s shrine, but at least the crowd gave them a wide berth and avoided looking their way.

Knuckles saw someone steal a look at them and resisted the urge to adjust the scarf over face. His hands are far more recognizably echidna than his face, he must keep them down and concealed.  He just had to make it through this.

There was a service.  A Babylonian raven perched on a branch across from the treehouse and extolled Longclaw’s virtues.  He spoke of her life.  How her people were whittled away by war until only she remained and she was so very brave.  How she built this secret life for herself alone in the woods for she was so very wise.  How she took on an orphaned child as an apprentice for she was so very giving.  She was kind.  She was patient.  She was so very, very good.

“In her last act, she rid the galaxy of that vile race: the echidna.”

The Wachowskis all grew tense.  Sonic and Tails looked at Knuckles, but Knuckles did not look back.

“It broke my heart to hear that one had survived when she did not.  But eventually the universe will right itself again.  The evils of the echidna will be extinguished forever!”

Knuckles grit his teeth.  He would like nothing more than to throw off his cloak and say that Longclaw had extinguished nothing!  Despite the best efforts of her ‘vile race’ and all their followers, he was still alive!  But he bit his tongue.  His cheeks burned with shame.  He would have to apologize to his ancestors later, but Sonic was part of his tribe now.  He must bear this insult to be supportive .

The raven seemed to be winding down at last.  “Though the forces of evil reached out and took her from us, we must always remember the good brought to the galaxy by the final sacrifice of one owl.  The owl warrior, Longclaw the Generous!”

Maddie grabbed his shoulder and Tom shifted closer to him. He wasn’t sure of the intention but he felt... something.  Something unfamiliar and uncomfortable.

There was some scattered applause as people didn’t know how to react to this finale.  The raven took off from his perch and joined the crowd on the treehouse railing.  The silence that had prevailed until then broke and people began to speak among one another softly.  The congregation that had been so still came alive, with some moving to leave and others moving in to speak with the raven or to pay their respects at the shrine.

Sonic turned to the rest of the Wachowskis.  The glance he shot toward Knuckles was quick, but not quick enough that Knuckles didn’t catch it.  He was aware that the other Wachowskis were looking between the two of them.

“Okay… I think it’s time to get going.”

Knuckles would like nothing more, but he had a mission.  He was going to be supportive!  “Have you paid adequate respects?”

“Yeah…”  Sonic’s voice was high and strange.  “I think I’ve seen as much as I need to today.”

“Wait,” Tom held up a hand.  “Did you two… know about this?”

“Know about what?”  Knuckles and Sonic said at the same time but in very different tones.

“About the whole…”  Tom lowered his voice and stooped, which only succeeded in drawing more attention to him.  “Longclaw was… killed by echidnas?”

There was a long moment where they all just looked at one another.  Tails looked confused.  Sonic looked a mix of distressed and guilty.  Tom and Maddie looked like they were expecting shock.  Finding none, Tom’s face shifted to outrage.  “Wait, you knew?!”

Knuckles started at his tone.  “You didn't ?!”  He looked to Tails, but the fox seemed just as surprised.

They all looked to Sonic who winced under their combined gaze.  “Uh… I forgot?”

“ Sonic ,” Maddie scolded.

“Look, when was I supposed to tell you that?  During the wedding-crasher avalanche?  The giant robot battle?”

“After. Sonic. You tell us after . It has been months ,” Tom hissed.  He looked to Knuckles accusingly, then to Tails.  Sonic stepped between them.

“It didn't come up organically!”

A Babylonian goose stretched out his neck into their space to scold them.  “Excuse me, this is a memorial .  Please keep your voices down!”

“Sorry,” Maddie rushed to apologize.  She grabbed Tom’s shoulder and Knuckles’ arm and pulled them both in close so she could lower her voice.  “I don’t think this is the place to discuss this.”

“I don’t know, Maddie, I’m kind of freaking out over here,” Tom said.  “Longclaw–”

“Tom,” Maddie warned, “this doesn’t have to mean anything.  It’s not like all echidnas know each other.”

“I knew them,” Knuckles was quick to correct.  “They were my tribe.”

He didn’t know why, but Sonic cringed.

“Oh… So you… You had family there?”  Maddie asked.

“My entire family.”

“Which was like… barely twenty people,” Sonic waved a hand, but paused the motion halfway as though even he found his flippancy distasteful.

“It was fourteen people,” Knuckles said.  “Longclaw killed them all.”  Maddie’s hand squeezed on his shoulder.

Sonic’s lip quirked back slightly as his ears drooped.  “She was defending herself,” he said in a quiet voice.

Knuckles had just listened to a sermon that praised the elimination of his people as one of Longclaw’s many accomplishments and held his tongue.  Perhaps that was why he forgot his mission to be supportive and said: “That is cold comfort when all my kind are dead.”

Sonic looked away.  He was doing a better job holding his tongue, but his thoughts might as well have been written on his face.  They deserved it, he thought.

Knuckles looked at the rest of the Wachowskis.  Tails wouldn’t meet his eyes either.  Maddie’s gaze flit between him and Sonic and back again.  Tom was looking at him like he’d never seen him before.  That strange feeling was back.  Knuckles felt hot and cold all at once.  Though the cloak concealed his face, he felt exposed.  He was so distracted by the sudden pit in his stomach, he didn’t sense someone behind him until there was a hard yank on his cloak.

Then he was exposed for real.

Everyone froze, Knuckles included.  The crowd was large enough that those further away hadn’t noticed any, but those nearby were too close not to see.  Several of them gasped.  Knuckles held his breath  Normally he would strike the one who’d touched without permission and then tactically retreat.  But he was here with the Wachowskis, in support of Sonic.  He did not have a precedent for this. ��Maybe the respectful atmosphere would deter any outbursts?

“An echidna!”

Or not.

The crowd rippled as heads turned.  Knuckles grabbed for his hood and pulled it up again, but those closest were already pointing and speaking.  The Wachowskis instinctively closed in around him.

“There!”

“Could it be–”

“Didn’t get a good look–”

“It wouldn’t really come here –”

“I saw!”  The goose honked, pointing with one heavy wing.  “I heard you!”

“Hey–”  Maddie started.

“You saw nothing.  You heard nothing,” Knuckles insisted.

Sonic darted between them, holding his hands up.  “Look, I’m Longclaw’s apprentice–the orphan she took on?  I brought him here.  I say he’s allowed to be here.”

“Could that be true–”

“Wouldn’t she adopt another bird?”

“No follower of Longclaw would ever associate with an echidna!”  The goose thrust his beak into Sonic’s face, forcing him to lean back.

It was Tom’s turn to insert himself.  “Hey, we’re just here to pay our respects, just like you.”  The goose’s feathers fluffed.

Knuckles raised his fists, uncertain.  He wasn’t sure how to handle a situation where he wasn’t allowed to fight.  But it seemed like a fight might be coming anyway.

“It is an echidna!”  Someone yelled.  “Look at his hands!”

Oops.  Knuckles lowered his hands again, but it was too late.  The crowd was shifting uneasily.  Some people grabbed their children and urged them away, others shoved closer.  The angry voices increased, enough that it was getting hard to tell apart individual words.  Knuckles could only hear ‘echidna’ said over and over.

“Okay!”  Sonic turned to the Wachowskis, his wide eyes betraying his joking tone.  “We should definitely get going before this gets ugly.”

Knuckles was attacked from behind.  Talons grabbed beneath his quills, claws slicing into his skin.  Surprise had him drop to one knee before he knew it.  Instinct told him to retaliate first.  He lashed out.  The raven preacher was thrown back with a squawk.  Before he could stand, the goose was on him.  He lashed out with his wings.  Knuckles raised his fists to block the worst of the blows.

In a flash of blue, the goose was gone.  Someone fell on Knuckles and grabbed him.  He snarled and swung wildly.  He narrowly missed hitting Tom in the face.  The human was shielding Knuckles while Sonic ran interference and Maddie lifted Tails above the frantic crowd.  Half the congregation was trying to get away while the other was surging forward, trying to get to Knuckles.  Knuckles looked around for an escape.  He took in the forgotten treehouse, the flowers getting trampled.  Oh.  Knuckles was ruining this.  This place was meant to be sacred to Sonic, and Knuckles was ruining it.

Tom let out a labored wheeze as he lifted Knuckles up and the next thing Knuckles knew they were falling–through a warp ring.

His belly flipped unsettlingly as gravity shifted around.  They landed in a bush just outside the Wachowski house.  Tom let out another wheeze when Knuckles landed on him.  Beside them, Maddie yelped.  Sonic jumped through the warp ring while Tails flew down.  The angry voices grew more indignant on the other side of the portal, but no one tried to follow.  The golden ring closed and they were left with the quiet of evening cricket song.

“Good thinking, Tails,” Sonic praised.

“Thanks…” Tails landed beside him.  “Um.  Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!”  Sonic let out a high laugh.  He crossed his arms and looked away quickly, toward where Maddie was struggling out of the bush.  In an instant he was beside her, helping to pull her out.

Knuckles got up before he could be offered help.  Tom groaned behind him.

“Are you okay, Dad?”  Sonic asked, rushing to his side.

“I feel like an anvil with quills fell on me, but I’m fine.”

Maddie was beside Knuckles with a speed to rival Sonic’s.  “Knuckles, are you–”

“I’m fine,” Knuckles lied.

“Great.  We’re all fine!”  Sonic reported.  “Let’s not do that again.”

“Do what?”  Tom asked as he struggled out of the bush.  “Lie to us for months?  I agree, let’s not do that again.”

“I didn’t lie,” Sonic insisted.  “I just neglected to tell you!”

Tom looked at Knuckles.  “And you didn’t think to mention it?”

Knuckles bristled.  “I thought Sonic had already done so.”

Tom looked like he was going to respond with something angry, but Maddie cut him off.  “Tom, this isn’t Knuckles’ fault.  Sonic is the one who knows better.”

Sonic didn’t know better about anything than Knuckles!  Well, except for how to relax.  And Earth customs.  And about Tom and Maddie.  Was that why he had hidden the truth of the war over the Master Emerald?  Had he thought Tom and Maddie would not accept Longclaw’s ancestral enemy into their home?  Was Knuckles’ admittance to the Wachowski tribe based on a lie?

“I… I knew too,” Tails volunteered.  “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”  He wrung his hands anxiously and looked to Knuckles.  Their eyes met and it seemed they both knew what would happen next.

Knuckles had had enough of this exchange.  He waited until the hedgehog was in a heated exchange with the humans over his punishment for this deception, then slipped away.  Only the fox watched him go, his eyes wide and apologetic, ears slowly drooping down.

Knuckles was experiencing that same unfamiliar, uncomfortable feeling he had felt when the preacher spoke and Tom and Maddie had shifted around him.  It was as though he was suddenly aware of himself and what he was, his people, their history.  He was used to being hated by strangers, but he had never had it laid out at the feet of anyone he cared about.  What did the Wachowskis think of what the raven had said?  They’d belonged to Sonic before Knuckles joined them.  On some level, they probably agreed with the preacher.  Longclaw was so very good, so good she had rid the galaxy of all but one of the evil echidna.

[tobisiksi]

the disastrous life of saiki k its only a comedy anime because we see everything from kusuo's pov and the things that's happens in the episode are just a normal day for him so he sees everything like normal and even comedic

I just KNOW that if it was from someone else's pov the anime would turn into psychological horror

[dizaryswrites]

Characters: Dick Grayson, Jake Grayson, Donna Troy, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Roy Harper, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Mentioned Batfamily (DCU), Mentioned Titans (DCU), Nightwing: The New Order, Protective Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Tries to Be a Good Parent, dick grayson & jake grayson bonding, Dick Grayson Has Issues, Dick Grayson & Donna Troy Friendship, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Domestic Batfamily (DCU), Alternate Universe - Canon, Good Parent Dick Grayson

“Your memories. You’ve made jokes but are you ever scared they’ll disappear again?”

Dick had forgotten what it was like to be twelve. Young and playful but becoming rapidly aware that the world was not as easy as it seemed, especially for him. Other Dick was missing that about his son. The man was only delaying the inevitable. Whatever he was hiding, Jake would figure it out. Hell, he might have already.

“Yes,” he admitted, “All the time.”

For a long minute he and Jake merely looked at each other. Safe in the company of a stranger who should be known as deeply as a piece of their own heart.

“I’m sorry,” said Jake.

‘Me too.’ Dick almost replied. 

[magnusbae]

I don't know who needs to hear this but if you share Instagram links it will tell people your name in a huge pop message in the middle of their screen. (You can test it out by pasting your own url into an incognito window without logging into ig). The only way to avoid it is to manually edit the urls you share and remove this entire portion of text and all that follows from your url: /?igsh=

Anyway, happy not doxxing yourselves 👏🏻👏🏻

[puhpandas]

ideal ggy reveal for me right now is some sort of game whatever format theyd use (for example sb vs hw is very different storytelling) about vanny killing dr rabbit and it leads up to the beginning of sb at the end

[kawaiichibiart]

Early Bird AU:

Ladybug, in an attempt to get the peacock miraculous back from Argos, suggests they do a miraculous swap. That way they can learn to use each other's miraculous in case they need to know!! Wouldn't that be great??

It would have worked. If Chat Noir hadn't been the one to get the peacock miraculous. She got his and Argos got hers.

When they swapped back, Argos insisted they switch (they being him and Ladybug) back first. He and Chat Noir could switch later. Why? Because he doesn't trust her to give him back his miraculous (:

So, she can have the ladybug miraculous back, he'll take the cat miraculous, and he and Chat Noir can leave.

They switch miraculous and she watches as the two leave.

Marinette, in her room: Well, so much for that brilliant plan... Tikki, what plan are we on now, again??

[jacarandaaaas]

from doing my mirabel analysis I’ve come to the conclusion “the family madrigal” song does an incredible job at setting up the world as well as mirabels character and deserves more credit

[oedipusted]

The whole idea of Mom encouraging her son Ted to fuck an incestuous baby into her womb is as hot as a smoking pistol, and doing it at a cabin with family and friends involved. . . and Ted taking a DNA test, and acknowledging in writing that he's the father of bis own mother's baby,. . . this pushes the whole luscious scenario from hot to incendiary!

But how is all this going to get past Dad? The impregnation vacation could be arranged while he's working out of town, of course. But is Ted going to be present when Mom gives birth? Is he going to sign the baby's birth certificate / hospital records, as the father? And how is Mom going to explain the pregnancy to Dad in the first place, if she's supposed to be on BC, and gets knocked up while Dad's out of town?

Answered by Ted's sister: Yes the idea is hot, and the cabin, DNA test, and acknowledging being the father does make it incendiary as all get out! I, and most people who know of the idea, do not think it is going to get past Dad. Me with friends got the cabin set up for 3 weeks as a gift to Mom and Ted. I am sure Dad might wonder during the 3 weeks where Mom, and Ted for that matter, and how weird it is both often times seem to be gone at same time, and even weirder seem to return at the same time. Ted and Mom agreed supposedly, way early in the relationship, that if it happened, Ted would be present, he is going to sign the baby's birth certificate/ hospital records as the father. And the explaining, that will be majorly done by Ted. He told Mom early in the relationship he would explain Mom is preggerz, Ted is responsible, Ted is the father. Mom would have to explain why she was not on BC. But here is where my and group of friends wish we could supply defective condoms. Because I could imagine Ted, during the nervous explanation, saying "I knew Mom was not on BC, so I was using condoms, but several broke and failed. Totally an accident that could not be helped." Which to his credit would explain it. However, Ted would not realize by saying that, it begs two questions, "How and why, although I can see why, did you know your mother was no longer on BC", and of course the whopper of a second question "And what the blazes were you doing fucking your mother in the first place? Condoms or no condoms. Whether condoms failed or not. Had you not been fucking your mother none of this would have happened.". Ted would have trapped himself into those questions by trying to explain! LOL. Besides, even if Ted lied, once it was known Mom is preggerz, everyone would put two and two together (knowing their history, as well as the time frame preg happened) and definitely equal four (figure out the truth).