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10 minute power hour patreon extras - s3e4 - “history of the challenge”
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“no, francesca.”
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(not entirely sfw)
#10mph#10 minute power hour#game grumps#arin hanson#dan avidan#having a bad week irl? time to post a ton of clips from my comfort episode!#10mph s3e4#i feel arin on a spiritual level here#i’m so sad all of the condom stuff got pulled from the yt vid#guess the answer to dan’s question was ‘no’
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All right you got my creative juices running with part five of Klarion is Dan yes the first series I ever came to you with
To find him Klarion isn't the only one living in the DC dimension in like the word of protective mother Danny is he sent one of clarion's older siblings to go with him Larsal/Lassie
She was one of the clone children that was created long before Danny knew that was trying to clone him she was one of the first failures
She doesn't really have a physical form as much she is more of like a big pit of water that has like a spiritual like form like Dr Fate
She hates Vlad so much that the entire League of assassins who's also hit him even though they don't know who he is but know that Danny got from Clockwork was about her and visiting
Klarion knows about the quote as the same thing last knows about him being a villain they keep each other secrets cuz they know they make Mom disappointed
When they do have somewhat of a physical form it's a cowgirl with a horse made entirely of Lazarus Pits
Along with that Vlad making surprise visit after feeling someone's littering his name more than usual it's like a call about anytime he knows his children or Daniel is talking about him
Also Batman's freaking out after I think that one of Danny's kids is such a little hater that they made a cult just despite their father which makes the Justice League think Vlad really that bad
This is just the funny idea and I know it's not a good prompt I'm still trying to think of more sorry
Oh I love this! Thanks you!
This is going to be fun in a way I hope! Enjoy~
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Danny barely avoided getting questioned further about his relation to Vlad when he noticed the green post-it note and made a grab for it. "Oh would you look at that! Pop is sending us a message!"
Okay maybe he said that louder than necessary but he needed to change the topic. He didn't need more people on to torment the fruitloop. His own kids were already giving the man enough grief as it was. He didn't need distant cousins or an entire hero society of another dimension coming after the fruitloop too. Not that he would mind that much but some mercy towards the redeemed man would probably be appropriated.
Either way Danny focused his attention on the note only half heartedly listening as Klarion continued his family tree explanation to his little hero friends. He blinked at the note several times before laughing happily. "Would you look at that! Lassie is going to come by! Your Granpa Clock is giving us a heads up, so I can prepare a fresh batch of ectoplasm for her to stay healthy!"
Whatever Klarion was explaining right now was abandoned as he sat up straight. "Lassie is coming too?"
"Well of course she is." Danny hummed happily, thankful for the chance of seeing both his kids that liked to life in the same dimension.
"Lassie?" Red Robin piped up questioning. Oh looks like this is one of Klarions siblings they hadn't gotten to yet regarding explanations.
"Yes my fourth oldest but unofficial second oldest." Danny nodded with a proud mother smile on his face. "She lives in this dimension too to keep an eye on Klarion so he would stay safe and dosen't over do it."
Klarion on the other hand groaned. "I don't need Lassie to baby sit me!"
"Klarion, sweety you were new to the whole living alone in another dimension thing. You spent the longest in FarFrozen and the Ghost Zone with me because of your destabilisation." Danny reprimanded him softly and the teen heroes snickered behind Klarions back to which the witch boy turned to glare at them with a greenish blush across his cheeks.
"So what does that sister of yours look like?" Impulse asked to change the topic and because he took a bit of pity on Klarion for the way his Mom was apparently embarrassing the witch boy. His question resulted in Klarion flipping though the photo album before stopping at an image of Klarion next to a pit of green something. Impulse arched an eyebrow and was about to comment when he got pushed roughly to the side by Red Robin.
"THAT'S A LAZARUS PIT!"
The way Batman's chair clattered to the ground as the man stood up looked every bit like he was going to rush over to the teens spoke for the shock that Red Robin shout had caused. The Ghost King and Klarion on the other hand looked rather calm as they barely reacted to the shout and Danny even motioned to Batman to sit back down again, as the chair that fell rightened itself again.
"Calm down. Lassie is a good child. She wouldn't hurt a fly." Danny told them smiling, not realising that both Batman and Red Robin were giving him increadulous looks behind their mask.
"A.... good child?" Batman repeated his slowly his voice even more tinged with his usual gruff gravel in a way that both Superman and Wonder Woman side eyed him worried while Flash snacked on a pack of melon flavoured ships he snacked from a table.
"She doesn't have a physical body, that is why she is relying on the pits of natural ectoplasm your dimension has. There was a little problem with her physical form and we just couldn't restore it and she refuses to get a unoccupied clone body like Klarion has." Danny explained further not minding the stares he or Klarion were getting.
"Pits of natural ectoplasm?" Batman reiterated, his tone clearly questioning, to which Danny only blinked a couple of times surprised. "I thought your dimension knew what they were? Sure the way you guys use them is strange and Lassie did sound a bit concerned when she told me about it but I didn't think you guys weren't aware what they were."
"No that is not...." Red Robin started but then but himself of as he turned around hurriedly in a defensive position as he noticed someone coming in through the window. He wasn't the only one. All the heroes reacted as one at the new presence, however what they didn't expect was a member of the League of Assassins blinking up at them stunned after climbing in through the window lifting their hands palm up in a gesture of peace.
"Woah hey there calm down! Klarion what the fuck? Why are there so many heroes in your Apartment?" The LoA member spoke up and all eyes turned to Klarion who instead only deadpanned. "I told you Mom was visiting to meet my 'friends'"
"Lassie, what did I tell you about possessing bodies?" The Ghost King piped up in a disapproving tone and they heard the distinctive tone of someone knocking their head against the table, probably Constantine.
"Sorry Mom but there are not Pits of ectoplasm near baby brother I could use to form a body." The LoA member, apparently possessed by Klarion's elder sister replied sheepishly. To say Red Robin was weirded out was an understatement. Usually if he encountered LoA members they were aggressive and most likely there to take him or one of his siblings out.
"That's an League of Assasin member...." He muttered under his breath to which said member laughed. "This guy was the closest to me to use for the moment. Don't worry I will release him later and he won't even remember a thing. I got my little sheep's well trained."
"Little sheep's?" Wonder Girl repeated a hand on her hip as she stared sceptically, to which Klarion face palmed and muttered a low "Sis shut up...."
"No Lassie, don't shut up." Danny intone from the kitchen table he was still sitting at with the other adults, his head was now resting on his hand as he stared at his two kids who visibly flinched.
The LoA member, possessed by Klarions sister, scratched the back of is head nervously as they faced the Ghost King. "Ah Mom, uhm hehe you know funny story..."
The heroes were pretty sure that the room had gotten several degrees colder and they weren't sure if that was because of the mood of a parent about to interrogate their child or because of the Ghost Kings power. (At a later time Constantine swore it were the Ghost Kings powers.) There was a awkward moment of silence the heroes weren't sure if they should be present for that or not especially when Danny stood up and walked over to the teens.
On reflex Wonder Girl, Superboy, Impulse and Red Robin made room for Danny to walk past them as they watched on torn between curiosity and pity, because clearly Klarion and his sister Lassie must have done something they weren't supposed to do. And honestly they were more curious what they did, after all the Ghost King hadn't been that faced when it got revealed that Klarion was more of a Villain than a Hero to them.
"Lassie, what did you do?" The teen heroes couldn't see Danny's face but from the tone they had a feeling that Danny was arching an eyebrow at his children.
Lassie laughed awkwardly once more. "So... you know how grandma Pandora kind of thought us about how our own emotion can influence those around us exposed to our ectoplasm over a long period of time?"
"Lassie..."
"I might have raised something akin to a cult on accident and passed on my personal grudge and hate towards the fruitloop along to them and they might now have the subconscious drill of attack on sight if Vlad ever makes an appearance in this dimension...." The LoA member slowly spoke up which had several of the adult heroes blinking in disbelief.
Batman especially was in shock of hearing about this since had the most interaction with this 'cult' as apparently one of the Ghost Kings children liked to call the League of Assassins. The bat suit wearing hero was about to interject and ask more but stopped when the Ghost King let out a suffering sigh like the most tired parent in existence. "And you didn't think about telling me this sooner because?"
"We don't like to disappoint you Mom." The two children of the Ghost King replied simultaneously like one united front. Danny in response gave his kids a light chuckle. But before Danny could go on any further Red Robin decided it was probably a good time to interject and remind the Ghost King of their presence.
"I got a question if you don't mind..." He lifted his hand like he was in school as he pulled the attention towards him. His curiosity won over his caution of the situation. "Klarion if the Lazarus Pits are actually 'ectoplasm' as you mentioned before, and are largely influenced by your sisters emotion. What happens to guy that bath regularly in them or someone that got thrown in there and game back out rage filled?"
"Red Robin!" Batman call out reprimanding instantly knowing where Red Robins line of question was going.
The possessed LoA member on the other hand blinked at them before scratching their head sheepishly. "I think I know who your talking about. I am still sorry about that second guy. When he got dunked into my ectoplasm, I kinda just came back from a visit home and had a bad fight with Vlad and was especially rage filled towards him."
"So does that mean...?" Red Robin inquired further ignoring Batman's silent glare towards him for even bringing these questions up and just as Lassie was about to answer Danny interjected.
"Lassie, go fix your cult." Another green note at materialised out of nowhere and had fluttered in the air before him and caused the Ghost King to face palm the moment he read it's context.
"Mom?" Both Klarion and Lassie asked with a shared worried glance.
"Vlad has come into the dimension for some reasons and is currently getting chased down by your cult."
There was a stunned silence after which Klarion and Lassie, in the body of the LoA member, broke out laughing hysterically which only caused Danny to lightly glare at his children. Meanwhile the teen heroes weren't sure if they should feel sorry for the old man called Vlad but considering all the red flags they had picked up from what Klarion told them, they felt a little like the man deserved that.
The adults on the other hand felt slightly torn, well mostly Batman. It was clear that this Vlad was a bigger threat than both Klarion and the Ghost King were making him out to be, considering the entire existence of the Lazarus Pits hated that man. But on the other hand as heroes they probably should feel obligated to help the man especially if, according to the Ghost Kings words, he was currently gotten chased in their dimension by the League of Assassins.
Danny on the other hand never felt more like a tired mother than he did right now. Sure he knew about his unofficial second oldest hatred towards Vlad but this certainly was a new level of hate. Especially since she apparently 'accidentally' (he doesn't by that at all) raised an entire cult that subconsciously hated him too.
#question and answer#thanks for the ask!#danny fenton#danny phantom#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#crossover#dan phantom#klarion the witch boy#tim drake#conner kent#bart allan#cassandra sandsmark#young justice#Dan is Klarion#Danny is Dan's mom#mom Danny#ghost king danny#Part 5#guess what Klarions unofficial second oldest sister lives in the Lazarus Pits#she kind of is the Lazarus Pits but at the same time not#Though the pits are filled with her emotions#and causes the LoA to hate Vlad the same way she does#Jason most likely hates Vlad too subconsciously#Tim has a feeling he does#the Justice League see Vlad as a thread now#the phantoms are gremlins#no beta we die like danny#unedited
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oh my god i just got "we saw you across the classroom and liked your vibe" by my classmate and then she asked me if i was watching dan and phil before class??? 😭😭😭
#dan and phil#the gag is i totally was LMAOO#i guess that answers the 'do i look like a phannie irl' question???#we yapped abt psychology and life for a bit it was fun!
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Dc x Dp #42
Danny raising both de-aged Dan and Dani in Gotham and a small apartment. Everything seemed to be fine for the most part. Though he was tired of how many different jobs he had to keep taking because of all the rogues running around and trashing the place. He came home and complained everytime about the stupid rogues that was causing trouble. The latest was the Joker with his bombs blowing up the coffee shop he worked at.
He complained as he made his way into the kitchen to prepare dinner, missing the look that was shared between Dani and Dan.
Because while they were physically regressed to the ages of toddlers, their powers still stayed intact. Of course, the most Danny had to deal with was the two occasionally floated when they were sleepy or excited. Which he could handle. He didn't know how much the two were holding back in his presence to appear on their best behavior.
Which lead to Red Hood standing over said toddlers in the middle of the night. Dan holding a bloodied Joker by his hair. And by the faint trail of blood behind him, they were obviously dragging him somewhere.
Now, he's dealt with kids with superpowers before, but he didn't think he would have to deal with literal babies.
"So, what do you kids got there?" He asked, voice inquisitive yet static-like due to the voice modulator in his mask.
"We got a bad clown!" The girl chirped, blue eyes piercing with a proudness that no toddler should have about beating up someone. Though, he'll give it to her, he was a bad clown.
"And why do you have the bad clown?" He asked, ignoring the pained groan said clown let out that was muffled due to him being face down on the concrete. Hearing the sound, the young boy that had him lifted his head and slammed it down on the ground with a strength that startled Jason for a moment. His hand reflectively going for one of his pistols before settling.
Well, that answered the question of whether or not the kids did it themselves. Sparing a glance between two, he noticed the boy was a bit more roughed up
"He upset mama." The boy answered plainly, frowning as if upsetting his mother was the most unforgivable thing there was. Though, what kid didn't think that way? "He made mama job go boom!" She said, spreading her arms in an exaggerated manner to imitate an explosion.
Ah, Jason did remember Joker did blow up a few buildings the other day. He guessed their mother was working at one of them. Did that mean that she was a meta on the run, a civilian with two meta children, or some sick handler of child soldiers?
"Well, we better bring him to mama, shouldn't we? Bet she'd be really surprised to see what you two did." He offered, curious to see their reactions.
Both children suddenly looked up at him with matching blue eyes that sparkled with excitement. Probably because he wasn't going to stop them from what they were doing.
"Let's go see mama!" The young girl cheered, the boy giving a nod in affirmative before the two began walking down in a direction that was no doubt their home. The boys grip on the Joker's hair unfaltering as he continued to drag him through the pavement.
Jason followed the strange group, hands nestled in his pockets as he couldn't wait to see the reaction of their mother when the group returned home.
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“could you be seen with me and still act proud?”
➢ Jing Yuan, Argenti, Aventurine, Dan Heng, Blade, Xiao, Childe, Wanderer, Zhongli
➢ Star Rail / Genshin x [GN] Reader
➥ (their answer + reaction to this question)
➥ (comfort / fluff)
✧ - JING YUAN
“Why, of course. I would hold your hand up for the whole of the Xianzhou to see.”
This was pretty expected of the sly general. However, what was unexpected was the way he took you in his arms and lifted you up—bridal style. You begged him to put you down as he opened the doors of his and your room, now making his way outside to remind the whole Xianzhou that you're his and he's yours.
✧ - ARGENTI
“Dearest love—of course, I would be so proud to have the chance to take the hand of mortal beauty itself, and, if it were chivalrous, I would boast about your beauty everywhere I go.”
Ever so poetic, Argenti pulls your heart strings again with his creative (yet cheesy) lines. He loves you; that's a fact that nobody can deny, and he believes that you were sent down by Idrila herself with how attractive you are. Without a hesitant thought, he backs away and offers you his hand—will you accept the offer in which he takes you from place to place, hand in hand, to show the whole world that your his love?
✧ - AVENTURINE
“You wanna take a bet? Here, I'll take you out to dinner if you guess my answer correctly—get it wrong, and I decide on what I'll do with you.”
With a wink and a smile turning into a smirk, it's always hard to guess what Aventurine is thinking, but with the clock ticking, you hardly get time to really think, and so you curiously answer with “no.” A smile grows on his face, and he leans in close, holding your arms. He whispers in your ear, “I guess that means you have to do what I tell you tonight.”
✧ - DAN HENG
“Of course. I do... I do love you, after all.”
His sentences are kept short and simple (with a little bit of blush), just like how they always are. Now, unlike most people on this list, he isn't bringing you outside to let the world know that you're dating, but he would feel and does absolutely feel proud to have you as his love. He reassures you that he would never feel embarrassed or feel the need to hide his love for you, no matter the crowd he's surrounded by.
✧ - BLADE
“Yes. Nobody's taking you, and nobody's taking me. Everyone had better know that you're mine, and the same goes for me.”
His response was rather threatening, but that's typical with Blade. His words are as sharp as his sword, but they're also as meaningful as sharp; his intent is nowhere near ill towards you, and he only means that he's dedicated himself to you already, and it's a dedication that he would never feel embarrassed or guilty for. Now, take his hand—he'll promise the world that you're his tonight.
✧ - XIAO
“Yes. Why wouldn't I be?”
In Adeptus Xiao language, he means, “yes, of course I would. Archons, holding your hand is a blessing itself.” And, though he doesn't admit it, he still feels it. You are his first and only love in several millennia. You, of every person to ever set foot in Liyue, managed to capture his heart when nobody else could. Xiao loves you, and he feels that he will forever, so he prays you'd banish him if he ever hurts you or hides his love away for something trivial because that means the karma got to him and that he's gone mad.
✧ - CHILDE
“Of course, babe! You know what? Let's go on a date right now— everything's on me!”
And that's simply Childe. Without a word, he disappears and reappears with your favorite outfit in hand, and has you put it on (in private as he waits outside the bedroom door), and when you're done, he's suddenly dressed nicely with roses in hand, and he takes you out on a date. How? No clue, but know that he's letting the whole region know that you're his right here and right now.
✧ - WANDERER
“Huh? That's a stupid question. Why are you asking me, anyway?”
Yes. He means yes in every way possible. His sharp tongue speaks the opposite, but Wanderer truly means that he would show you off to the world if he had to. If he has to, mainly because he finds the concept of love in its entirety as stupid, but he also loves you too much to let you leave him, let alone have someone else think that you're some vacant partner just waiting to be taken. Now, hold both of his hands. He'll glide you above Sumeru City and show everyone there that you're his if you're still thinking about the question.
✧ - ZHONGLI
“Well, of course. Would you like to take a walk around the harbor for me to prove that?”
Zhongli senses your insecurity, and he wishes to alleviate your worries, so he takes you to a popular teahouse by a bridge. It's not that grand or special, but he keeps you close to him as you both sip away at your tea and embrace the company of one another.
yes, this was a heathers reference.
#character x reader#genshin x reader#star rail x reader#jing yuan x reader#argenti x reader#aventurine x reader#dan heng x reader#blade x reader#xiao x reader#childe x reader#tartaglia x reader#wanderer x reader#kuni x reader#scaramouche x reader#scara x reader#zhongli x reader#genshin fic#genshin impact fic#honkai star rail x reader#star rail fic#honkai star rail fic#fluff#comfort#character x y/n#genshin x y/n
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Touchstarved! Reader? I’m thinking established relationship with Dan Heng.
Imagine him sitting down, trying to type something in, then Reader just came right behind him gave him the snuggle. Head resting on shoulders, arms encasing around his waist. You could totally do other characters too!
𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞 | various hsr men x gender neutral reader
love mail — BACK TO MY ROOTS. if theres something you should never trust me to do, it's to have a consistent layout. thank you and goodnight. love u all ^_^ <3 let it b known i don't acc know mydei's nd anaxa's personalities like dat.. pls spare me eueueyh i honestly js wanted to write for them 。゚(゚´Д`゚)゚。 is that a crime ?! characters in order: dan heng, mydei, anaxa
dan heng's known for kind of cooping himself up in his room, even if he's got nothing but a sad mattress on the floor and an even sadder, thin blanket— he likes it. the books keep him busy, and he's able to work with no disturbances.
well. at least, that's what he thinks, up until he hears his door creak open and someone walks in while he's reading a book. his back is turned away from the mysterious intruder, taking a sip as he's engrossed with the novel in his hands.
he's trying to make guesses of who it is before he turns around, perhaps welt needed an update on a case. or march with some silly, rather insolent question.
he gets his answer when a head suddenly leans itself against his shoulders, arms around his waist and a familiar weight is pressed behind his back. "hm?" his tone significantly softens, unable to stop the fondness that came to his lover, you. his darling, sweet lover. "you've been in here all day." feeling lonely, you had taken it upon yourself to go see dan heng after a whole day of not seeing him. he hadn't come out for any meal or conversation, far too invested in the book you got him.
"you've grown lonely then?" he laughs, but you squeeze him tighter. "not funny."
you listen to pages rustling and a book closing shut, dan heng turns to face you and you don't fight it, loosening your arms just enough for him to shift positions and you're in his arms, as you should be.
"does this suffice as an apology?" he wonders, running his hand through your hair as he presses gentle kisses atop your head. before you can answer, he slowly dips you down to his bed, keeping you distracted with kisses until you feel the mattress on your back and dan heng ontop of you.
you think he'll further his advances, but he kind of just falls limp on your chest, beginning to slip into a peaceful slumber.
oh.. how you loved this boy.
mydei had a long day. aeons forbid the guy catches a break, but he's been left to lay in bed and finally rest for a day. bless the stars, a day.
and lucky you, (after relentless begging towards welt) you also had a free day! (while caelus, dan heng, and himiko go explore another planet) what a coincidence that your schedules totally align.
your relationship with mydei was simple. he spent thousands of lifetimes waiting to meet the reincarnation of his lover (you), and he did, and now you're dating him. he doesn't care that you have to go on missions with the astral express, or that you're gone for periods of time, as long as he has you. as long as you come home, and he sees you really be there.. he's happy.
and you are. a rare moment of undisturbed time of just the two of you, which was becoming rare recently. with.. everything happening.
he feels you slip into the covers behind him, and he doesn't even wait for you to adjust before he abruptly turns around and buries himself in the crook of your neck— manouvering your body with ease as you now lay on his chest and his golden eyes look down at you.
"i've missed you greatly." he says like it's a confession, taking your hands and guiding them where they want to be, one wrapped around him and the other.. on his chest, right where his heart is. "every moment away is a dagger at my heart, and i must fight my way through a war of grief in my mind." mydei murmurs, squeezing your hand in a way that is firm, but not unkind. "i hope there is a world that is kinder for us, where i may love you in a way that doesn't make me feel guilty."
he knows you're lonely at times. that you're left to lay to rest in an empty bed, instead of with the one you call your love, and it makes him guilty. in a way that consumes him whole as if someone plunged a blade right in his fatal spot. he would never want that, at least for you. to leave you alone for eternity or for even a moment.
you let him continue his murmurs for a better life, tracing scars and markings on his body while he holds you. and although time with him is rare, in the chances that you do meet—he reminds you exactly why he's spent years yearning for you.
anaxa isn't.. the same sweet case. he doesn't know how to feel about physical touch yet, but he's trying. like now, you're seated on his left while he writes notes on his recent research, poking at his hand while he works.
he thinks it's a little silly, however he doesn't mind. the way you prod at his knuckles with your fingertips, or lock your pinky with his. sometimes you'll even do your own thing. you know he can't go all the way when it comes to romance or affection, so you're willing to meet him halfway. co-existing in his world and yours, not necessarily always needing them to merge.
todays different, though. he can notice the slight frown on your lips, and he's overheard that the world was unkind to you today. he wants to make you feel better, but he's painfully awkward about it. not sure how to approach. so he listens to what his brain tells him to.
anaxa moves his hand away from your grasp, and uses that arm to wrap around you, bringing you closer and resting your head against his shoulder. it isn't a grand gesture, in all honesty. but he's made the first move, which he never usually makes. "tell me about your troubles." you want to laugh at how he almost makes it sound like a demand, but you opt to smile at him sweetly, and you can see how his gaze softens for even a fraction of a moment.
"i'm alright, anaxago—"
"anaxa." he corrects you, his grip tightening for a moment. "i told you. i prefer if you'd call me that."
he listens to you chuckle for a little bit, his own head leaning against yours. "thought you didn't like that nickname."
"i don't like nicknames. but.. if it's you, i'd rather you'd have something special. something only you can call me."
#♡ — 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#dan heng hsr x reader#dan heng x reader#dan heng#il dan heng x reader#mydei#mydei x reader#mydeimos#mydeimos x reader#hsr anaxa#anaxa x reader#anaxagoras x reader#anaxagoras#mydei x you
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DP + DC Danny/Dick p2
so hello here’s a p2 of this, cause people wanted more and I thought it would be fun. You should probably read the p1 for it to make sense.
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Jason spent several minutes staring at the driveway before he looked at the others wearing the same shell shocked expression. “Dicks dating someone?" he asks them.
"I guess?" Tim answers, "did you know?"
"Of course not!" Jason retorts.
"That's hardly the issue, we need to know who Richards paramour is," Damian announces looking stricken.
"Sh*t he's right, we need to give him a shovel talk," Jason agrees, "Babs did you get his face on camera?"
"Of course I did, and yes I've already run him, looks like he's dating one Daniel Fenton, living at 232 Anderson Ave, Apartment 24," she answers easily.
"Sweet, thanks Babs, come on Dami hurry up!" Jason yells as they pile into the car. They rip out of the drive way with almost as much speed as Danny had.
They make their way to the apartment breaking every possible speed limit. And clamber out in a rush, pushing open the doors and heading up the stairs. It's almost a race, Jason in the lead, Tim and Damian shortly behind them.
They burst into the apartment and are suddenly on the ground. "I told Danny this would happen," a young female voice says. Tim glares in offense at the green furry thing pinning them down.
"What is it? Jason mumbles as he tries to sit up but finds himself stuck.
"CUJO UP!" the voice yells again and the furry mass jumps up so they are able to sees it's a massive green... dog? "Small Cujo," the girl, who they can now see looks like adoption bait commands. And the dog shrinks. "Good boy," she coos. Then she trust to glare at them. "What are you doing here?" she demands.
"Who are you?" Jason asks instead of answering the question. "And what is that?"
"I'm Ellie, Danny's sister, or cousin, or maybe my daughter? I don't know? Our relationship is kinda weird, I'm here to prevent you from ruining his date though. " she crosses her arms "And that as you so kindly called him, is Cujo."
At his name Cujo jumps up growing bigger so he can plant slobbery kisses on her cheeks.
"I'm sorry about my brother, he doesn't understand animals are as intelligent as a human," Damian snorts. Jason groans, Damian's love for animals had clearly overpowered his urge to demand answers from the girl. "By the way what breed is he?"
"Actually just a normal German Shepard, his unusual capabilities is because he's a ghost," She explains.
"A ghost?" Jason asks bewildered.
"Oh crap he told you literally nothing, wait did he just speed off?" she asks.
"Yes," Tim admits with pursed lips.
"That's gold!" she cackles. "Anyhow yeah Cujo's dead, Danny's kinda dead, like died and came back, and died and came back, like a bunch so now he's like Schrodinger's cat, both dead and alive. I'm like that too, and so is Dan. Don't worry though Jazz is fully alive, I think.....:"
"What?" Tim asks just shocks.
"It doesn't matter," Damian waves him off and continues giving the dog scratches.
"Yes it does! She said that the dog's dead Dami!" Jason groans. "That dog that belongs to Danny, Dicks boyfriends, who we need to find?"
"Right," Damian agrees but doesn't stop petting Cujo.
"You really are an idiot," Ellie giggles "No way in hell are you ruining my brothers proposal," she glares.
"P-proposal?" Tim chokes out staring at her in shock. "What the heck? We haven't even met Danny?"
"Ugh DAN!" she shouts, within seconds an elder boy who looks just like her is there.
"Oh it's Dick's family, wait did you spill the bean about the proposal? Ellie come on, we told you to keep it quiet!" Dan complains.
"I'm a blabber mouth, you know that, I kept it from Dick at least," she pouts crossing her arms, Cujo leaves Damian and licks her face in an attempt to cheer her up.
"Tell us where they are? You all have clearly done something to Dick, he would tell us if he was dating someone!" Damian argues.
"... Pfft- AHAHAH" she cackles, "You think we did something to him?" she asks laughing even as she says it. "Please as if, your bats aren't you? You don't talk to each other, I'v heard birdy's rants," Dan rolls his eyes.
"See he wouldn't just compromise his identity to anyone!" Jason stares them down. "And why do you call him birdy?"
"Danny came up with it like four years ago, Birdy was showing of his tricks and Danny decided he must have hollow bones, so he's a bird, really he got lucky Danny almost called him Tweety bird instead of Silly bird." Ellie says with a grin.
"Fine we won't mess with it," Tim relents, "but we want some damn background information."
"Jazz," Ellie says at once.
Dan nods "We need Jazz, I'll get her." He salutes and falls backwards through a portal.
"What the actual fuck?" Jason asks, though Cujo jumps on him the second he swears. "Huh?" he asks dazed once again pinned down by the massive dog.
"Danny trained him to pin Dan down when he swears, apparently you look enough like him for Cujo to jump you," Ellie giggles.
"Get him off me" Jason grumbles.
"You can wait for Jazz," Ellie shrugs,
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this was so fun to write, and It made my day, which consisted of a presentation I definitely failed, and a breakdown, so yeah glad i got to write this.
Also @itsbushytailedfox cause they wanted to be tagged if I did a second part.
edit: we have a part three here
Bye :)
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You Call It Madness But I Call It Love
Pairing: Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV
Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn
Song Inspiration For The Series: You Call It Madness But I Call It Love By Russ Columbo
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Summary: When the reader left Payback 40 years ago after a falling out with her childhood best friend she never looked back, but when two men show up to her apartment and start asking her questions about the past, the reader begins to think those things can’t stay hidden and starts to question what’s real and what’s fantasy. This is a re-telling of The Boys Season 3, where the reader is a supe who's known Soldier Boy since 1927. The chapters fluctuate between past and present, beginning in 1934. SPOILERS FOR THE BOYS S3
Chapter 1: You Shouldn't Have Answered the Door
Chapter 2: Late Night Visitor
Chapter 3: Summer Has to End Someday
Chapter 4: It's My Party and I'll Eat Cake If I Want To
Chapter 5: The Man, The Myth, The Legend
Chapter 6: Batter Up
Chapter 7: Are We Old Friends Or Old Enemies?
Chapter 8: Jealousy Doesn't Look Good On Anybody Except...
Chapter 9: Wedding Bells or Gong of Destruction?
Chapter 10: How Did It End Up Like This?
Chapter 11: I Can't Think With You Yelling At Me!
Chapter 12: My Heart Is Beating For You Constantly
Chapter 13: You Made A Plaything Out of Romance
Chapter 14: You're All I'm Dreaming Of
Chapter 15: What Do You Know About Love?
Chapter 16: Please Come Back To Me
Chapter 17: How Could I Ever Forget?
Chapter 18: First Impressions Are Often Correct
Chapter 19: I Know Who You Are
Chapter 20: You Were There
Chapter 21: Try To Understand
Chapter 22: I May Be Right Or I May Be Crazy
Chapter 23: Extreme Makeover Backyard Edition
Chapter 24: What The Past Held
Chapter 25: Are Family Reunions Always This Awkward?
Chapter 26: I Hate You, I Love You
Chapter 27: Take Me Back To The Beginning
Epilogue: True Love Is Hard To Find
Last Updated: 10/08/2024 (Series Complete)

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Chapter 7.5: The Only Escape (Unused)
Happy Halloween! (Takes Place After Main Series)

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Can you do “do any of the clothes you’re wearing belong to you?!” from the poly prompts with the reader and non judging breakfast club ?
sure thing! thanks for the poly njbc request btw <3
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Sharing Is Caring (poly Non-Judging Breakfast Club x gn reader)
Warnings: makeout session between the reader and Chuck, offscreen sex/implied smut, hickeys mentioned, fluff other than that
It wasn't always easy being in a polycule, especially one with four of the most well-known Upper East Siders there ever were, but if there was one perk to the chaos of it all it was you never had to worry about running out of clothing.
Take now, for example. You couldn't find any of your own clothes, so naturally you just scouted around the shared penthouse for something, anything to wear before heading out for the day. You were meeting Dan for coffee and didn't want to end up being late.
After what seemed like forever, you were finally able to get together enough articles of clothing to make an outfit, and with that you were off, not bothering to check who the clothes belonged to before leaving. You were sure your partners wouldn't mind if you borrowed their stuff. They never did, because to them it was just further proof you were theirs.
"Hey," you greeted Dan in a slightly breathless voice, having rushed out of the penthouse to the coffee shop so you'd make it on time. "Sorry, my alarm didn't go off. What's up?"
"Well, I see the maid forgot to get your laundry done this morning," he quipped dryly while his eyes flickered along your form, noting the mismatched clothing. Nate's pants, Blair's shirt, Serena's scarf, Chuck's jacket... "As a matter of fact, do any of the clothes you're wearing belong to you?"
"Haha, Dan. Very funny." You rolled your eyes lightheartedly at the question, though you took the moment to glance down at your outfit before realizing he was right. "Um... my underwear is mine, I think. Maybe, I don't know. I didn't really check before putting clothes on."
"Ew," he responded as his nose wrinkled up in disgust. "That was a little bit more information than I needed to know."
"Hey, you asked. I was just answering your question," you gave a casual, unbothered shrug as you replied.
"Whatever. I didn't meet up with you so I could talk about whether the underwear you have on is yours or not," he said before changing the subject to something else. The two of you chatted for a good hour or so, starting to walk down the streets together after getting your coffee. You were just about to point out the time when a limo pulled up alongside the sidewalk. It didn't take a genius to realize who it belonged to.
Dan rolled his eyes while muttering something about unnecessary wealth, which you just ignored. The window to the backseat rolled down, revealing none other than Chuck. "I was in the area and figured you may need a ride given how cold it is," he spoke in that smooth baritone of his before you could ask what he was doing there.
This time it was your turn to roll your eyes. As if he didn't already know about you meeting up with Dan from Serena. You knew you couldn't trust her to keep her mouth shut. "Oh, I'm sure you were just 'in the area'," you said as he got out, holding the door open for you while shooting Dan a smug look that said "I get to have more time with them than you do".
"I guess I'll just catch up with you later, then," Dan grumbled as he watched you disappear into the back of the limo, clearly not too pleased about his meet-up with you getting cut short.
"Bye, Dan," you called out once Chuck got back in and the limo started to pull away, putting the window back up so the car wouldn't be affected by the cold chill in the air. You spoke again after a moment or so. "We need to stop by the penthouse before lunch so I can change."
"Why do you need to change? I think you look absolutely delectable in what you're wearing," Chuck purred out as his eyes flickered hungrily up and down your body where you sat in the backseat, taking in your choice of clothing.
"Nothing that I'm wearing is mine, Chuck. None of it matches, either," you began, your next sentence getting cut off by a squeal of surprise as he pulled you into his lap.
"You don't need to change. You look fine," he insisted as his hands held onto your hips, keeping you in his lap as he pulled you in for a needy kiss. "Besides, I'm sure the others would agree with me."
"Blair wouldn't. She'd think I look like an unorganized mess," you pointed out between kisses, instinctively tilting your head to the side as he started to trail his mouth down your jaw to your neck.
"Well, she's just going to have to deal with it, because we're not stopping." Chuck was a man of his word. Rather than taking you back to the penthouse so you could get changed, he took you in the backseat instead before you met with the rest of your partners for lunch.
Ever the gentleman, he opened the door for you once you got there and wrapped an arm snugly around your waist so your legs wouldn't give out, knowing how weak they currently were from your earlier activities. You were just happy the scarf you had on was hiding the fresh hickeys on your neck.
Everyone had the expected response to seeing you wear their clothes. Serena thought you looked amazing regardless, Blair questioned your taste minus the shirt you had on (and that was only because it belonged to her), and Nate had to be told who's clothes they were by Serena after commenting on how familiar they looked.
"Why couldn't you just put on your own clothes this morning?" Nate questioned in confusion, his head tilted slightly to the side in a way that you all agreed made him look like a puppy dog. A golden retriever, to be exact.
"Because I couldn't find any this morning when I looked, and I didn't want to be late to meet Dan." Noticing the scowl on Chuck's face at your words, you added, "Oh, relax. And unclench your jaw before you crack a tooth."
Serena giggled at the interaction before reaching her hand across the table to rest on top of yours. "Well, I think our stuff looks good on you. After all, sharing is caring, right?"
You couldn't argue with her there. Sharing was caring, especially in your case. And given just how much you loved your partners and the dynamic you shared with them, you wouldn't have it any other way.
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Another Deaged Dan and Ellie or otherwise known as Crack pt7
Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6
Diana of Themyscura had met many evil men, but few had reached the evil of Lex Luthor. He had kidnaped batmans son, tortured him in numerous ways, and forced him to create a portal? They weren't completely sure about the specifics of the machine. It was obviously a portal, but to where?
Batman had called them in after taking heavy fire when they marched on Luthor previously, and the Justice League founders were currently investigating the area.
Superman especially. He's currently in the medbay recovering from emergency surgery. His sons were sticking near him after the very near death from Luthors' new powers. Last she heard, Lois had arrived on base to support him as well.
"I already told you. They are as safe as they can be." Luthor repeated under her lassos effect. He was tied up on the floor because it was the only thing that was able to stop him from using his powers.
Zatanna and her contact were currently working on a cell for him based on the mystics. Hopefully it was soon.
"Fine. Let's try another question. How do we work the portal?" She tightened to ropes.
"I don't know. My... little badger did most of the...work."
"Don't you dare call him that!" The Red Hood stomped over, picking him up by the lapels on his suit.
"You have no right to call him anything after what you've done. You're so goaddamned lucky I ain't running this mission cause if I was, I'd have ground you to dust underneath my feet and served your head to him." He growled green reflected weirdly in Luthors eyes.
"Red Hood. Back down." Jason growled but roughly dropped him hard enough he heaved as he hit the ground and curled over.
"Never thought you'd be such a killjoy, Wayne." They didn't freeze they were all much to good to freeze, but she could tell it was a near thing.
"That's right. He told me about all of you. He was more than happy enough to tell me everything." Luthor baited them. Batman growled and approached him with a furious snarl.
"Don't let yourself be led astray by anger." Diana advised him. She received the alert that the cell was ready and loaded him up to bring him to the closest zeta. Batman watched her all the while a contrast from everyone else that avoided even looking in her direction.
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"Fuck that hurts." His son complained but didn't shy away from them. Damians never complained before. The giant yeti stood by assorted through what he can only guess as their medical supplies before finding greenish tinted bandages in strange container. He angled his body infront of Damian shielding him from whatever that was soaked in.
"What is that?" He questioned hesitantly."It's fine, Richard, it's just ecto-aids." Damian answered with full confidence. He couldn't take it any longer and pulled the last stitch through gently before rising and starting to pace erratically
"Damian. I promised myself I would take this slow, but I can't. I have no-no! idea where we are, who anyone even is, and why the fuck you're almost a completely different person." He waved his hands around erratically ignoring the yeti placing the 'ecto-aids' on the counter snd leaving.
"We-are in the Far Frozen, in the Infinate Realms where all afterlives exist together. It's the very foundation of the mulitverse."
"What the fuck are even talking about?" His jead was hurting s d he barely restrained him self from screaming in frustration.
" I am...a reincarnation of the High King Phantom, my-his real name was Danny Fenton. He was a superhero."
"I don't-no I don't understand...what- how?"
" I think i should start from the beginning. Maybe you should sit..?" His son asked his voice gentler and almost fragile. Damian wasn't fragile. He'd seen him take out mountains of goons 4 times his size, but for the first time in years, he truly looked all his fourteen years of life. He sat down beside him and bumped his shoulder a silent show of support hopefully.
"In that life my parents were scientists who studied..." For hours he listened as Damian recounted his previous life occasionally telling his own short tales to make him feel better.
"So Lex Luthor is your godfather from another life?"
"Yes, but he prefers Vlad. He doesn't mind, Mr. Luthor, but he hates Lex." Damian winced.
"Well, this is going to take a lot of adjustment. My whole view on life has been fundamentaly been altered." That is a severe understatement. He's met people who've had past lives, but knowing his own son had one was a...adjustment.
"I...understand if you want me to leave."
"What? Damian-"
"It's fine. I understand if you think I'm to..to different..."
"Damian, you are right that you're different, but we're all a little different. The whole family is batshit crazy you know. We would never kick you out."
"But I was difficult before, and now I'll be even worse. I can't even go one day without getting into fights. I'm...wrong-."
"You are perfectly fine just the way you are." He took Damian face between his hands.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. I am so proud of you. You have come so far in just the short few years I've known you. You overcame your past and you can overcome this to."
"I'm scared. What if-father doesnt-...want me?" His lip wobbled, and his eyes glistened in the warm light.
"Bruce loves you. You're his son. And even if somehow Bruce doesn't, I'll be right here because you're my son too. My Robin. It's okay to be scared. Courage is not the absence of fear -"
"But the triumph over it. Do you know how many times you've told me that? I couldn't count it even if I kept a journal. I would never admit to being afraid to anyone but you." His son finished his quote.
"Then why did you run from me?" He could admit that the question had laid heavily on his mind. There wasn't anybody he trusted more than Damian, and he thought he shared the sentiment.
"I knew that if stayed I'd put them in danger." Damian tried to escape his hold on his head to look away but Dick refused to let him go.
"Who, Dami?"
"My-my...children."
"What? How? You're a-"
"It's more like incubation for ghosts. Dan and ellie, the siblings I told you about. Their bodies were injured and discorpolated to the point they had to retreat to their cores. Because of their pasts, they wouldn't have enough strength to heal, so I am hosting them." Many people have hosted...things before and he's sure ghosts are different, but he's heard of spirits and parasites before.
"Oh. That's a lot but it's not...hurting you is it?"
"Not..typically."
"What do mean?" Please don't make me lose you again.
"I needed to get to Frostbite to check if there are any complications, but because of circumstances, it's complicated." He admitted looking anywhere but his eyes.
"What circumstances? What complications?" He tried to keep the desperation out of his voice but he fears he only made himself sound frustrated.
"The Lazurus Pits. I believe they are corrupted ectoplasm. Frostbite would know more about this than i do. I believe that after I got more pure ecto, the corruption was flushed out, but I need to make sure." He makes a note to ask Frostbite about Jason later.
He opens his mouth to ask again, but Frostbite came back. "Is everything all right? Some of my people heard yelling in here?" Dick goes to speak but is interrupted before he can. Damian shakes his hands off and scoots away from him on the table.
"Everything is fine. We were just about to use the ecto-aids." Damian lied convincingly. The yeti sighed, obviously not believing his less than convincing act.
"You requested a check-up? On the young cores, am I correct?" He questioned, moving on from the subject. Dick didn't remember Damian saying anything about the cores, and he had carried him all the way here. He turned to Damian in question.
"We're ghosts, or I'm a halfa, but we do a lot of emotional speaking and sensing auras. Every core has a special ecto-signal, and most can see ecto-bonds aseell. He's obviously put the dots together. It's not hard." Damian explained. The more he learns, the more concerning it gets. He gives Damian an unimpressed look.
"Quite right. It's a special bond that traverses lifetimes that you two have!"
He turned to damian questioningly but he seemed just as lost.
"I sensed the small ecto-signal that I used to sense from your older sister. I thought you already knew?"
"No, no, I don't sense anything. Everything is diluted. I didn't even sense vlad until he was right in front of me before."
"Hmm, let's come back to this later and get you checked out first to make sure there aren't any immediate problems. I may just be mistaken. Jasmine was always a liminal. She never even reached ecto-contamination levels of a halfa." He pondered.
"Wouldn't i atleadt recognize some things if I was her? Dejavu?"
"I doubt it. You might have the soul of her, but without the ecto, you might never regain the memories."
"And we are not contaminated him just to test a theory. No experiments." Damian said with distant eyes.
"Of course, great one. It was merely a thought." And with that the conversation was over and the examination begun.
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Stephanie rubbed her eyes with expensive lotion tissues she'd called pointless, but Alfred always kept in stock. The tissue box was blue, and there was another green one beside it. The universe sure had a way of being funny.
"Care for a snack Miss Stephanie?" Alfred asked her with red rimmed eyes, he carried a plate with fancy cheeses and crackers with funny shapes.
"Thanks, Alfie." "Of course,miss." She sighed and ate the lightest cheese with an almost cat-looking shape.
"Do you want one Cass?" Cass was laying on the med bay bed with several bandages crisscrossed on her upper body. She had a heavily wrapped foot and her hair was secured with numerous brightly colored pins to keep it away from the healing scars.
She shakes her head slightly. Steph sighs and stands from the spare bed and takes the tray with her. She spares one last glance to her mourning and benched best friend.
Duke is dressed as signal sans mask bent over the batcomputer. His stance reminds her of Bruce and she can't help but smile. Duke nods his head at her.
"How is she?" He asks, typing and reading several reports. "Sad." She sets the tray on a nearby counter close enough for Duke to snack. He sighs and finally sits down in the chairs.
"Green Lanturn visited the island yesterday. He says it isn't alien."
"Which one?"
"Guy Gardner." She hums thoughtfully. She's met the guy only once before. He seemed a bit hot-headed, but she's heard of good work from him before. Jason's bike sounded out from behind them. He ripped his helmet off and slammed it down on the counter. The tray shakes, and the cheese mixes with the crackers in a pile.
"Amy leads?" She asked him ignoring his anger. He was getting better and now this.
"Do i look it panned out, blondie?" She sighed and pulled herself onto the counter.
"Zatanna had a contact look at the portal. They said it 'reeked' of death. Refused it to get any closer. Deadman is going to check it out today." Duke interupted them.
"What about Constantine?" She took the subject change.
"Still missing. Zatanna found his house yesterday. There was a note of a poker meeting in hell for a piece of his soul. Bruce thinks he lost and pissed of a demon he couldn't escape."
"You've got to be kidding me. How many people are going to go missing?" Jason started ripping off his armor and disappeared into the changing rooms. Hopefully, for a shower, he reeks.
"The Titans went back to the island today."
"How was that?"
"Raven ran into Zatanna and offered to look for Costantine in hell."
"Seriously? That's the worst idea ever."
"Batman said that to. She's probably going to go through with it still, though."
"Obviously."
"Hows your mom?"
"Good. She's worried about me. I keep telling her it's okay, but everyone knows about the cover story kidnappings by now."
" I still think the cover is bad. I'm surprised they even bought it."
"The press will buy anything that makes cops look bad. After that shootout at the mall last week, not a single person got hurt apart from some bruising, but everyone is dumping on the pigs now. Bruce is pissed."
"True. It was just some desperate kids trying to get quick cash anyway. They didn't even have bullets. Now all i get from Bruce is that I should have stopped them from pistal whipping that security guard."
"No shit?" The zeta tube rang out suddenly.
"Spoiler. Signal. Gather the others. We have a lead.
Fucking finally.
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Dick Grayson was no stranger to restless nights. Being a circus act turned vigilante, he'd been used to working well through midnight. Then he became a cop then Bruce 'died', and he quit. Then he came back and he had to say bye to his son and took a gymnastics training job. Much more flexible hours but just as exhausting. Classes, people, and training all day. It challenged even his extroverted attitude.
The coffee in this dimension wasn't anything like his own. It had an almondy taste to it, and he'd assume it was poisoned if he hadn't already drunken 2 cups a day since he got here.
It never got cold even if he left it out all day in the biting storms outside. It would be a little watery but still hot. He very much enjoyed that. He could drink room temperature coffee, but he still hated it.
They'd been staying at a log cabin in the Far Frozen since they got here four and half weeks ago. He'd questioned just about every yeti and random ghost about raising ghostlings, and hes pretty sure they run in terror when they see him coming by now. He sighed and set down his empty mug.
He spends just about everything day questioning ghosts, Frostbite visits, and spending time with Damian. Rinse and repeat. Don't get him wrong, he loves spending time with damian it was just hard. It's obvious they're running out of time. Bruce will get the portal fixed one way or another and come get them, and damian is scared out of his mind.
His nightmares haven't been this bad in years. It's gotten to the point that Damian starts out the night in his bed. Damian didn't talk in his sleep before it was mainly mumbled. Now it's all he hears.
(Please...I'm alive-im alive-im a real...person)
He gets his own nightmares as well. He sees Danny on the table. Strapped down, his hair, a white dewy halo. His green eyes glow, unseeing. A mix of red and green blood surrounding them. He's struggling with the wounds. Pushing the organs back in. Taking out the rib stretcher. Pushing them back in. Stapling his skin. His hands are covered in blood, both green and red. He thinks they might be a mix of Jazzs memories and his own imagination.
The toaster popping up pulls him from his thoughts. He picks up the burning bread. Swearing loudly and tossing the bread from one hand to the other all the way to the plate. Why didn't he just grab the plate? God he's fucking dumb.
The oven timer beeps, and he grabs his much needed mitt. He pulls out the golden brown biscuits. Alfred would be proud. He's not a bad cook, no matter what the others say. He's just a distracted and experimental one. Alfred often banned him from his experiments growing up trying to cook his parents' meals from memory. Alfred had, of course, pulled up recipes and even made calls. It just didn't taste right it was missing something he'd argue. Now that he was older, he thought maybe the circus was missing things and his parents substituting it the best they could.
He grabs the butter from the fridge and pulls back the wrapping to use the end of the stick on the biscuits. Damian hates when he does it 'unsanitary and gross', but come on, he has to do it as quickly as he can. They're also the only ones who have to eat here! Damians ghostly friends have been bringing back food from the real world for then to eat. He's trying not to wonder where their getting the food.
He grabs the honey jar and uses the fancy stick he can't remember the name of to spread the honey everywhere. He even puts some on his toast. He flips the last few pieces of suspicious looking fake bacon onto the resting plate. The Lunch Lady Ghost had brought for them saying he had to get protein somewhere, but if you ask him, it looks...iffy. He made extra biscuits just in case.
He loads the biscuits and toast on one plate and another for the fakon. He balances two cups of orange juice in one hand and holds the plate with his stomach and forearms. He nudges the slightly open door with his foot. The ghost dog 'Cujo' nips at his ankle and hopps around his feet excitedly.
"Down boy." He jokes half-heartedly. The dog takes his command very seriously and lays on the ground tongue halfway out his mouth. His wagging tail is undeterred by the wood intangiblely sweeping through in wide arcs. Damian is asleep under the covers his body to used to his footsteps to register as a danger anymore. He's trying his best to treat this as a vacation instead of getting used to it, but he can't help but admit he'd love to do this every morning. Making breakfast for them every morning, coming home or driving to pick him up every afternoon, no longer making do with calls and canceled weekends.
"Dami... wakey wakes, eggs, and bakey..." he sings, rubbing his shoulder. He sets the orange juice and plates on their one nightstand next to the baby 101 book they probably all read in Robin training already. He grabs his toast and a biscuit off the plate.
"Five more minutes..."No can do, baby. We've got a busy day today." Dami groans and rubs his face. His hair is much longer than three and a half months ago, no longer under Alfred's tutelage or gels, and now free to curl. He can't resist the temptation and runs his hand through the wild curls. Damian swats his hand away without any real heat, and he jumps on the bed, crawling over Damian and informing his squawk of protest to his side of their bed.
Damian sits up and snatches a biscuit and the baby name book underneath the other book. He pushes the book across the bed without a word.
"Did you find what you wanted? I thought you were going with Dan and Ellie. Like before." He notices a paper sticking out of the book, and he opens to that page. A small paper with Damis fancy scribbling is sticking out.
Dante Jasmine
Eleanor Richard
He sucks in a harsh breath.
"I-I had a rough time deciding on either Dante or Jordan. But I thought he'd like Dante more, you know. Do-do you like it? The names? Is it... okay?" Damian places a hand on his stomach where their cores are resting. They're growing stronger by day. Damian had let him hold his hand there just last night and feel them kicking? Pulsing? It was hard to tell, but Frostbite assured them it was normal and that any day now, they'd phase out. Frostbite had said that ghosts barely incubated for more than a month it only took so long because both the cores and Damian were weaker.
"It would be an honor. To have her named after me. And if Frostbite was right, both of them." Damian smiles and takes a bit of the biscuit. He barely manages to keep the happy tears in.
"I wanted to talk to you about something else as well."
"What Dames?" The last word sounded more like 'duhs' after he started eating his biscuit.
"Tucker stopped by when you were out interagating the yetis yesterday." He blushed and stuffed the rest of the biscuit into his mouth. "He said Constantine was asking around at big leagues poker last week. They invite Tuck all the time, probably to suck up to the Big Guy in charge, you know.
"Since he's been looking after the throne for you?"Yeah, he's been doing a pretty good job. we'll probably revisit it when I'm older, but he said that he was looking for a pair of lost heroes."
"He described us?"
"Yeah, Tucker said it was pretty accurate, too. Even called in some favors. Tucker thinks he suspects something with the dimensions."
"Is he suspicious?"
" I don't think so, but Tuck said he pissed off some demons."
"Enough to go after him?"
"It's John Constantine. What do you think?" Damian said, folding his arms and squinting as if to say 'really?'.
"Fine. You're right. Should we help?"
"I'm sure the league will go after him if anything happens. I'll put some ghosts on the trail. Some cute blob ones, maybe." The league...Bruce.
"We should talk about Bruce." Damian looked away.
"What's there to talk about?" Dick scooted closer, catching a glance at the dog curled below damian on a pillow.
"Bruce loves you damian."
"You already said. God, you're starting to sound like a broke record. Did you know that?" Anger. It's easier to be angrier than admit you're scared. He'd know that well.
"It's true. I know you're worrying about it."
"Do you really think Father will undersrand? Understand them? Leave it alone?"
"You're his son, of course he can!"
"Am i? Am I his son? Or am I just another obligation? A reminder of his mistakes." Uncommon tears threaton to fall from Damians face. Reflecting in the early morning light.
"That's not true. He loves you." God, he was broken record.
"But does he like me? Does he really trust me?" Damian turned to him, fully letting him see the falling tears.
"Of course he likes you. You're his Robin and his son." He reached out a hand to wipe the tears from his face. His heart aches for his son.
Damian threw himself into his arms. His head made his way onto his neck and shoulder. Clutching and gripping his clothes. Dick grabs him and does his best tonadjust him into a healthier position to not hurt either one of them. There's a damp spot on his shoulder, but he ignores it.
"I'm your Robin too..."
"He's your dad, dami." He mutters into his hair. He uses his fingers to soothe the knots in his hair out as gently as he can.
"I wish-wish you were my real dad... not Bruce." Please don't say that. Please, you don't mean it. Damian starts sobbing and shudders against him. Shaking the both of them. He tries to soothe him. Rocking them back and forth.
"Dont say that. Don't do this to me -" He tries his best to get rid of the thoughts. Of them being actual father and son. Of him being able to take Damian home. Of not having to worry about Bruce's reminders that they're brothers. That he's Damians father, not him.
"You're his son." A reminder to himself just as much to Damian that he's Bruce's, not his. Damian just sobs louder. His heart breaks into pieces, and he tries to comfort him, rubbing circles into his shoulder blades. He turns his head and kisses his Baby Bats forehead. This angle allows him to see his face. It was soaked and reddened from the tears. Damian tries to bury himself closer to him.
"No-no..." Damians sobs into his arms. His jacket is drenched.
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Kremnoan words
Honkai: Star Rail - Mydei x Phainon
A/N: Just before I started pulling for Mydei's LC and banner, I said: "if I lose my 50/50, I'm writing lee!mydei, if I win, it's lee!phainon".
This blonde bastard took me 100+ pulls to get him, so now he is paying for it
Also, kudos to @/otomiyaa and @/dokidoki-muffin for helping me come up with the plot behind this fic!
Summary: There isn't a kremnoan word for 'fear', 'retreat' or 'romance', but is there one for 'tickling'? Well...
Word count: 2179 words
[Also on Ao3]
“So, what was all that noise from your room yesterday?” Mydei asked bluntly and directly, making Dan Heng choke on his drink and Caelus freeze on the spot. They couldn’t tell if he was annoyed, lacking sleep or just wearing his naturally intimidating facade, but it would be better to not push their luck. Again. “I could hear it from across the bath house.”
“W-what?” Caelus gasped sheepishly, trying to sneak a glance at Dan Heng in the hopes of catching a hint or two of what he should say next. “I don’t- no, I mean, c-can you be more specific?”
Mydei frowned, making Caelus flinch with just a look. “The rustling and stomping noises. What were those? Were you two fighting among yourselves in the departure hour?”
Oh.
Oh.
Dan Heng sighed, wiping the drink off the corner of his lips while Caelus let out a nervous chuckle. It wasn’t as bad as he thought, after all, just a small nuisance. “Oh, that, hahah… ahm, we were just fooling around, I guess?”
Mydei didn’t seem convinced as he arched an eyebrow and looked over Caelus’ figure to check the other man’s reaction. “Fooling? What kind of foolery makes so much noise?” He scoffed, but couldn’t deny the pinch of curiosity inside of his chest that made him want to pry into Okhema’s guests' privacy a little more.
“J-just playing!” Caelus chirped, hoping to suffice and ease Mydei’s curiosity this time, “I tickled Dan Heng and he tried to run, so I chased him and we kin-”
He couldn’t really be bothered by the story, it wasn’t like he actually cared about any of it. While he was just planning to let it go at that point, one word in particular captured Mydei’s attention again. “What’s that?” Mydei interrupted, his facade relaxing and turning into a genuinely curious one. “T-ticouded? Tic-tick- what?”
This wasn’t the first time that Mydei came across a word he didn’t know. The kremnoan and okheman languages weren’t so similar, Caelus and Dan Heng also had a whole glossary of their own that neither he nor the other heirs could understand some times. That word, however, had a sense of familiarity in it - as if he had heard it before somewhere, but he was still unable to picture or figure it out.
“Hm? ‘Tickled’? You don’t know what that is?” Caelus cocked his head to the side, leaving the previous topic to dust and quickly shifting to the new one. Mydei nodded at his question.
“What does it mean?”
“It’s, uhh…” Caelus looked over to Dan Heng again, as if checking his morality compass before deciding the tone of his answer. Dan Heng would probably give it a short, but honest answer, and would most likely suggest that Caelus did the same. Still, that was Caelus being asked, not Dan Heng. “Tickling like… fighting, but with no weapons. Like, with your just fists, you know?”
Dan Heng slapped his hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose in disbelief. Mydei, however, raised his eyebrows with realization dawning on him. “Ah, I see,” he hummed pleased, “so it’s some kind of battle?”
Caelus smiled, mostly from the excitement of having successfully tricked Mydei. “Yes, you can put it like that, but you don’t ‘tickle’ someone to hurt them. Like, I tickle Dan Heng all the time and he is still in one piece!”
“Caelus!” Dan Heng gasped, a faint blush spreading over his cheeks when he was dragged back into the topic.
“What, I’m not lying, right? It’s not like I’m hurting you when I tickle you.”
“Fight, but with no intent to harm?” Mydei repeated to himself while the couple went on with their bickering. As he tried to wrap his mind around this new concept, some other episodes from his stay in Okhema started to make sense.
There was, indeed, no kremnoan word for a thing like this. Fighting was taken very seriously in Castrum Kremnos, from their elders and rulers to their students and offsprings, a ‘play-fight’ would never be considered a thing. Mydei nodded to himself, guessing this was just another senseless costume, but content to be able to understand it.
…………
Two days later, that conversation wasn’t anything more than a single memory lingering in the back of Mydei’s head. Right now, as a matter of fact, he had just a single thought in there: best Phainon in each and every way possible.
It was hard to tell what sparked the flames of competition between the two of them this time - it could be related to fighting off the titankin, escorting some scholars or just buying groceries faster than the other -, but it was clear that they were stuck at their usual dilemma: a tie.
“I expected more from you, deliverer,” Mydei boasted, keeping his chin up high as he strolled through the bath house, making his way to the heroes’ bath. “You barely put up the challenge this time.”
Phainon giggled, shaking his head. “If I tried any harder, I wouldn’t be able to see you think you stood a chance,” he picked up his pace, trying to get at least one step ahead Mydei while pressing his shoulder against Mydei’s.
“You’re worse as a liar than as a loser, deliverer,” Mydei gritted his teeth, pushing back with a little more strength, almost enough to throw Phainon into the waters of the nearby bath. “You say that when you’re clearly worn out, admit it.”
“Hahah, you didn’t get to see me worn out yet, Mydei ~” Phainon smiled, letting Mydei take the lead and following him soon after, “should we decide the victor through another match? That is, if you’re still able to have another one.”
“Fool, it’s me you’re talking about,” Mydei chuckled, locking his eyes with Phainon’s as they stood on the platform to head up to the heirs’ private bath. “Name it and I will best you under your own terms.”
Phainon couldn’t help but grin, standing just before Mydei. He took his hand to his own chin, pretending to contemplate on something. “Hmm, shouldn’t you pick it this time?”, he suggested, the platform reaching the upper floors with a gentle thud. “I’m feeling nice today, I’ll even let you pick if you promise to not make a fuss over it when you lose.”
“HKS…” Mydei hissed, dropping a plate of his armor as he prepared to get into the water.
Aglaea already scolded them once for using the baths in their matches, so it shouldn’t be a good idea to do anything related to the water and its properties again. Mydei also knew he shouldn’t be drawing his weapon against Phainon there, so a clash of might would not be recommended as well.
Ignoring the noise from Phainon’s rambling, probably trying to tease him for taking too long to think, an idea suddenly came up to Mydei’s head - one that wouldn’t require weapons or a different terrain. In fact, they could probably get to it right now and then if he remembered the details correctly.
“Deliverer,” Mydei called, his back resting against the bath’s edge while he wore a confident, commanding smirk on his lips. “I challenge you to a tickle, then, right here and now.”
“...A w-what?” Phainon scoffed, faking a cough as he tried to hide his reaction and compose himself. What was up with that pronunciation, anyway? “You mean, like, a… a tickle fight or..?”
“Don’t play an even bigger fool, deliverer,” he hissed, frowning while the response was far from what he expected, “you know what I mean, a tickle.” Mydei pouted slightly, biting the inner side of his cheeks.
“R-right, it’s just- aha, I didn’t expect you to suggest it… do you even know what it is or..?”
“HKS!” Mydei interrupted, covering any uncertainty with his overwhelming presence, “do you take me for a moron? Why wouldn’t I know what a tickle is?” He boasted, making Phainon quickly bring his hands out of the water to wave them in front of his chest.
“S-sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you,” Phainon spoke in a rush, trying to calm the raging beast before him. Once Mydei had settled back into his corner of the bath, Phainon moved closer, noticing how wary the kremnoan was. “Let’s… take turns, then,” he suggested, knowing it wouldn’t be of any good to try to correct whatever concept of tickling Mydei had up in his head right now.
“Turns?” Mydei repeated, arching his eyebrows. ‘You can take turns during a tickle?’, he wanted to ask, but of course he wouldn’t voice such a thing. Phainon simply nodded.
“Yes, yes… just so we can settle it without making too much of a scene,” Phainon hummed playfully, already sitting by Mydei’s side, “we keep going until the other taps out, then whoever lasts the longest wins. Good?”
“Hm,” Mydei nodded, confused. With the current idea of ‘tickle’ he had in mind, there was no way Phainon could win something like that, but if the deliverer was so eager to step into his own grave… Still, there was a problem: Mydei wasn’t really sure of how one should perform it.
What if he messed up? Maybe there were right ways to “tickle” against someone. He had never heard of such a thing in his hometown, so what if he messed it up now, with Phainon of all people? Well, Mydei smirked, there was an easy way out of this problem. “You can go first,” he said confidently.
“Oh? Feeling confident now?” Phainon smiled, cocking his head forward to have a better look at Mydei’s face, “aren’t you scared I’ll win again?”
“There is no word for ‘scared’ in the kremnoan language, HKS, and you didn’t win before - just like you won’t no- agh!” Mydei gasped, finding himself pinned as Phainon was suddenly straddling his lap.
He leaned his head back, trying to increase the distance between their faces as Phainon’s hands rested over his chest, fiddling with the soaked cloth of his robes. “You know,” Phainon giggled, looking down to Mydei’s body, “now that I think about it, I’m not sure if this is fair… I don’t even know if you’re ticklish.”
“T-ticklish?”
“Mhm, you know what it is, right? Since you know what a ‘tickle’ is,” Phainon smirked, his palms rubbing down Mydei’s chest, his hands descending towards his toned stomach. His fingers began to wiggle, to flutter, gently tracing the hard muscles and then prodding at his sides. “So, do you have a word for ‘tickle’ in the kremnoan language?”
“H-HKS,” Mydei hissed, gritting his teeth and pressing his jaw shut while that weird sensation took over his body. This was not what he expected! What part of this was a barehanded fight?! That disgraceful outlander! “W-what- ahah- ngh, what ahare you-”
“I’m tickling you,” Phainon mused, clearly excited and glad that such an opportunity fell right into his hands. His fingers were becoming bolder, tickling Mydei’s ribs and then dragged his short nails over the wet skin, “but if it’s too much for you, I can stop.”
“B-bahaha- baseless slandeher!” Mydei felt his cheeks getting warmer while he gripped at the edges of the bath as hard as he could to keep his hands where they were - trying to stop whatever perversion this was would surely mean to admit defeat. “S-suhuch a futile t-trihihial is fitthihing for a hyena like y-yohou!”
“But you are the one to choose it, no?” Phainon giggled, making Mydei’s cheek turn a bit redder while he tickled his ribs, his touches a bit more rough as he tried to draw the stronger reactions out of him. “I don’t mind, you seem to be having fun, heh.”
“S-shuhuhut it, HKS!” Mydei threw his head back, hearing just a faint chuckle coming from Phainon before his own laughter filled the room. Titans, what was happening?!
He couldn’t understand why he felt like laughing, why his body was begging him to cover itself. The feeling was so much different than the pain he built his body to endure, but so much more overwhelming at the same time.
Mydei arched his back off the edge of the bath, trying to avoid Phainon’s fingers drilling between his ribs and, sometimes, into his armpits. His laughter was just as loud as a lion’s roar - fitting, if you asked Phainon, who seemed to be having a blast out of this whole situation.
“Oho, you’re doing really well, Mydei! I think it’s been a minute already, should I keep going?”
“D-dohohon’t undeheherestimate me, HKS!” Mydei hissed, flashing Phainon with a fanged smile, his jaw pressed shut as he challenged the deliverer with a single look. “T-thihis is nohohothing!”
“Great,” Phainon nodded, pushing his hands under Mydei’s arms and tickling both at once, finally earning the reaction he was looking for. Phainon couldn’t help but laugh along the desperate, loud cackles from Mydei, seeing how his hands nearly pierced through the marbled walls of the baths. “Let’s see how much it takes to crack this immortal body of yours ~”
#honkai star rail#honkai star rail tickling#hsr#hsr tickling#mydei#mydeimos#phainon#phaidei#myphai#mydei x phainon#lee!mydei#ticklish!mydei#ler!phainon#tickle fic#if i lose anaxa because of the pulls you took from me mydeimos#you'll suffer again#mark my words
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Dan and Swampy on a tv interview "The Decider" said that Bill is not the father, and that "Don't listen to anything Alex Hirsch tells you, he sits on a throne of lies"
(Idk if you've seen the fan interview where fans sent in videos or posts of questions for them to answer yet or not, but lmao.)
Just saw the video. That's so funny that they talked about that!
This is especially funny given I tweeted about that bit when I was reading the book and wondering what Dan and Swampy were thinking when Alex showed them that. Guess we now know, lol.
#gravity falls#phineas and ferb#Alex Hirsch#Dan and Swampy#Dan Povenmire#jeff swampy marsh#that gf fan#gravity falls fandom#phineas and ferb fandom#PnF#P&F#The Book of Bill#Bill Cipher#AMA#Ask That GF FAN#ThatGFFAN#phineas#phineas flynn#dwampyverse#Alex Hirsch being Alex Hirsch
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There is No Law that Emperors Must be Fair
Emperor ! Jing Yuan x Princess ! Reader
Chapter 23 | Day of Rest
You are set to marry the Emperor, Jing Yuan. In order to break the engagement, you stage an accident and fake having amnesia. But now, your own cruel, cold, and distant fiancé, who seemed to not want anything to do with you, is now acting all lovey dovey!
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The trip home was relatively quick. Though, you spent most of it sleeping.
However, once home Boothill had promised his weapons to you and said that if you ever needed him, then he would be by your side, to which you were quite thankful for. As for Gepard, he kept looking at you strangely, as if he wanted to say something, but didn’t have the courage to.
Until you just about snapped at him as you two walked to your father’s throne room.
“What is it, Gepard?! You’re driving me crazy with all your staring! Usually you would say something by now.”
He finally, finally looked away from you, “I’m sorry…”
You frowned at him, but any questions you had for him died in your throat when you walked into the throne room.
Sunday sat on your father’s throne, his elbow propped up on the arm of the throne whilst his chin rested in his palm and his legs crossed at his ankles as he stared you down.
“Princess, I’m so happy you could make it.”
“B- but- but how?”
A part of you wanted to believe this was another illusion, but with the way you r father was standing next to Sunday, you knew that he was really in front of you.
You went to take a step back, but Gepard had grabbed a hold of your arms and pushed you forward so you were directly in front of him.
“How indeed…”
You swallowed, “I thought- I thought you said you needed Blade and the keys…”
Sunday smirked down at you from his place from the throne, “you really need to stop being so naïve, princess. It’s starting to get easy to trick you.”
“Then-“
“I never needed a new body to revive as I would have just used my old one as it was already partially ascended into an aeon it didn’t rot nor decay which allowed my soul to travel back into it.”
“And the keys?”
“Those weren’t for me. They were for Jing Yuan. His power was locked away when I was gone.”
“Then why did Blade and Dan Heng want to steal the keys so bad?!”
“They knew their Emperor wouldn’t unlock his power himself, so they thought they would have to do it for him.”
“I don’t… I don’t understand.”
Sunday motioned you to come up to the throne whilst dismissing both your father and Gepard, and as you watched them leave, neither would look back at you. You wondered if it was shame or regret that kept them from looking back.
So, you stepped forward, and when you were close enough Sunday brought you into his lap. The hand that was running through your hair was anything but comforting.
“Tell me everything that you lied about,” you whispered quietly.
“When I was disposed of and sealed away Jing Yuan knew that his power would be too great and sealed it away in hopes that when he tears through the world it wouldn’t leave such big scars, but of course, Jing Yuan was still so powerful. So, your father and others have snuck around in the darkness to reawaken me in hopes of saving them.”
“When did you reawaken?”
“Guess.”
You thought for a moment as your head rested against his chest, “when Gepard came to the castle.”
“Look at how smart you are.”
You resisted the urge to hit him, “the why send the key that Jing Yuan needs? Why-?”
You stopped yourself. The answer was already there as Sunday, with his free hand brought out a similar key that used to be around your neck.
“That one was a fake… this is the real one. Once I came back, I immediately started to prepare to bring you back here. I planned to either have Feixiao do it by force, to have Gepard sneak you away, or something else entirely. Though, Jing Yuan letting you go himself was certainly a surprise.”
“Why did you want me to befriend Blade?”
“Both to throw you off and to lie to you, but… I also felt he was a good friend in the first life you had.”
“How many allies do you have?”
Sunday stopped petting your hair then and moved to tilt your chin up to look up at him, “as many nations and countries that Jing Yuan has conquered. His search for you was his very downfall.”
You closed your eyes, but his hold on you was starting to hurt.
“Open your eyes, I want to see you fully,” he softened his grip on you, “so, princess, any more questions for me?”
You thought everything over. How it was Jing Yuan manipulating time, how Sunday played you for a fool, how you don’t even know who your allies are, and how… how you’ll die in this life too.
“Will it hurt?”
You noticed how his gaze softened, “your death will be quick, I can promise you that much.”
"Then put me to rest."
#There is No Law that Emperors Must be Fair#hsr#honkai star rail#emperor jing yuan#emperor jing yuan x reader#emperor jing yuan x princess reader#jing yuan#jing yuan x reader#jing yuan x you
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someone replied to my ii and tit thing like what about tatinof, and i just feel like tatinof isn't on the same thematic narrative as ii and tit. tatinof is very explicitly dan and phil playing characters based on themselves, where as ii was SUPPOSEDLY dnp getting "More Real" and then tit was like. the closest on stage they have been to who they actually are. tatinof also has a sort of hero's journey story (albeit a very loose one) whereas ii and tit didnt really have that structure. theyre more like social experiments without a concrete conclusion. dnp intentionally never answer the questions they set out with at the beginning of the two shows (ii: should we give the people what they want?, tit: are we a terrible influence?) there's no fundamental question trying to be answered in tatinof, it is performed as a story of two youtubers who find themselves in a weird internet-explosion dimension and are trying to get back home. this was at a point where dnp werent questioning if they should give the people what they want, because they were going to anyway. they werent thinking about if theyre bad influences because they didnt see themselves as having a huge influence on us in that way, and their audience was still pretty young so they had yet to see how they have influenced us as fully grown adults.
i guess maybe you could think of the existential crisis moment as the questions theyre trying to answer? and the theme of feeling like theyre not in control of their actions and such, but narratively speaking it was dil controlling them. the only part that was truly controlled by the audience was the fanfiction segment, which i feel is appropriate like we're the ones who write that shit lol but even the audience submitted stuff like the support phone line and weird kid things were still somewhat in dnp's control.
#terrible influence tour#interactive introverts#phan#dan and phil#myrambles#tatinof#it was their first tour after all they werent ready to start experimenting on us like crazy scientists with millions of lab rats#the brand#sorta i gues#my new tag for this thing specifically is going to be:#giving and taking#it makes sense ok
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What are your opinions on Gemma?
okay so i loveee this question and have always wanted to do a deep dive on her. i know a lot of people think she's boring or has no other personality outside of being Mark's Wife but i beg to differ. also, i will be referencing things said in interviews and while i know they don't necessarily Mean anything (the great thing about severance is that it leaves room for interpretation), i still think some of jessica's/dichen's/dan's insights on things are valuable. also, gemma doesn't have the luxury of having speeches and a lot of her writing is really about the subtext of her actions, which is where the interviews come in handy. this is going to be a longgg post so please indulge me.
i guess i'll focus on her being a prisoner on the testing floor because many people overlook this part of her story even though i think it is one of if not the most essential to understanding who gemma is and her humanity. i've mentioned this before but we really only see about 2 days of her captivity, and the gemma we see has already been stuck down there for 2 years.
jessica explained it really beautifully in this interview about gemma's state of mind when we get to her, and she's also said her and dichen really talked through the cyclical nature of being imprisoned. she's also written with a lot of nuance because if you rewatch her scenes with nurse cecily or dr mauer, her responses are... really subtle but telling. she never directly answers their questions when they interrogate her, and you can tell they aren't really happy with her responses as well. in her own quiet way, she's rebelling too by not allowing them access to her feelings, and only telling them about the physical pain she feels when leaving the rooms (and not her mental/emotional trauma). also, when she tells dr mauer that she wants to go home, you can see her bracing herself to be rejected again, but she says it anyway.
i also like what dichen said about gemma's reaction to dr mauer's lie about mark remarrying, and how they chose the take where she isn't affected by it. you have to imagine that gemma has probably been lied to for years by this company and how strong-willed she has to be to not succumb to their manipulation. she's so much more than just someone who has come to terms with her circumstances, she's actively fighting to get out, so we as viewers are as invested in her escape.
she also mentioned in the same interview that gemma has been trying to get out the moment she's been imprisoned, and she hasn't stopped trying! that says so much about what kind of person she is, her strength, her resilience, and her hope amidst all of it. i think about what the innies went through in s1 for around a month and for gemma's it's that multiplied by 24 (if she was there for around 2 years). that really puts her suffering into perspective for me, because we see how just one week of being an innie affects helly, and while gemma isn't necessarily an 'innie', she very much is trapped in the building as well.
when she finally escapes, dan said that it was important that gemma be the one to guide mark out of the testing floor. the whole damsel in distress trope is not something i particularly like, but in this case it makes sense since gemma can't escape by herself, and also subverts it in a way because gemma is very much the one leading mark once she's out of the cold harbor room. i love this small but important attention to detail and how she is by nature the one who is protective of mark, even though she doesn't have any context for any of what's happening.
this echoes ms casey's protectiveness of helly in s1, where she is really worried about helly and was told to make sure helly is okay, and dan also talks about crafting gemma's personality from the traits present in s1. often times people relegate the positive traits that gemma has as 'bland' but i personally like that we have a character who is kind and compassionate and cares about others. i love that gemma is all these things and i love that it's always been consistent to who she is because i think these are traits that while not uncommon, are important to have in a character that i am rooting for. i think saying that she's a boring character because she isn't inherently 'evil' is... reductive and totally missing the point of what her character adds to the narrative.
this is kind of a tangent but when gemma finally does escape in the finale, she turns around to look at mark. besides the whole orpheus/eurydice parallel, i can't help but think... this is a woman who has been aching to escape for two years, but the moment she tastes freedom she doesn't run towards it. instead, she looks back to make sure mark is free too. this is why in s3 i think the most rational route her character would go down is saving/freeing mark from lumon, not just because ohh let's flip the script from s2 where mark is saving gemma, but because that is who she is as a person. she isn't going to just stand by and let the person she loves be held hostage by lumon, she's going to fight back, and i for one can't wait to see that.
finally, (because this post is getting too long i might have to make a part 2 if anyone Cares), this is probably a niche thing but i loveee the mystery surrounding her character. besides the themes and narrative, i like that there's so much ambiguity surrounding why gemma was chosen, what makes her so special, and also the ongoing mystery of her 25+ innies in her head. it makes thinking about her so much fun and potential storylines that much richer in my opinion. there's so many roads they can take gemma's character down, it's nearly impossible for gemma to not shine in upcoming seasons, and i'll be seated for all of it.
god i sound like mark scout don't i... mark scout voice i love all these things about gemma equally... anyway, sorry to this dear anon who probably did not expect this post when they sent that innocent ask in, but i hope this satisfies your question (sorry if this was all over the place) and feel free to ask away because i can talk about gemma forever <33
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