#it is not secret people tho

[void-botanist]

Heads Up Seven Up

@autumnalwalker tagged me for this a while ago, and since my arms are mysteriously doing better I've been writing more. Here's something from the Nicea crew's stopover at Michael's:

Isabel perched herself back on the arm of the sofa. “It sounds like someone is breaking glass in your Do Not Enter room?” Michael’s mug was immediately back on the table. “Excuse me.” He disappeared down the hall, and with a jangle of keys got the door open, then shut it again almost immediately. “Did he tell you what’s in there?” Isabel murmured to Spinder. Spinder shrugged. “He just said it wasn’t a joke.” Michael’s muffled voice sounded like it was calling out a name rather than a curse. “You don’t think he keeps his secret wives in there, do you?” “I think it’s a bad move to keep your secret wives where they can mess up your workshop,” Rodney said. “Or at least your glass storage.”

Tagging @sarahlizziewrites, @vacantgodling, and @writinglittlebeasts, plus anyone else who wants to join in.

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kingkendrick7

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[kagoutiss]

pelican town, ‘72

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[s-citrus]

Woe, madcom be upon ye! Updated designs/headcannons!

[calamitycodified]

Secret Life Session 1 Tasks and Health

Bdubs: “Make your base deeply uncomfortable to use and look at” (SUCCESS), 29 Hearts

Bigb: “Dig a big hole. All the way down. At least 3x3. Make it your base if you want.” (SUCCESS), 24 1/2 Hearts

Cleo: “Build your base directly above another players above ground” (SUCCESS), 30 Hearts 

Etho: “Collect 4 beds without being caught and place them on a shrine” (SUCCESS), 30 Hearts

Gem: “Convince someone to take a leap of faith and make sure they take no damage.” (SUCCESS), 30 hearts

Grian: “Make 3 bad jokes and get NO laughs” (SUCCESS), 30 Hearts

Impulse: “Make Cherrywood your entire identity” (SUCCESS), 30 Hearts

Jimmy: "Break 5 crafting tables while they are being used" (SUCCESS), 17 1/2 Hearts

Joel: “Plug the Life Merch at the worst possible times to other players at least 4 times.” (SUCCESS), 20 1/2 Hearts

Lizzie: “Write a poem about another player and read it to them” (SUCCESS), 29 1/2 Hearts

Martyn: “Build an identical base to another player” (SUCCESS), 15 1/2 Hearts

Mumbo: “Make a pun at every opportunity in a 5 minute conversation, minimum of 3 successful puns” (SUCCESS), 28 Hearts

Pearl: “Get 3 players to gift you their heart” (SUCCESS), 28 Hearts

Scar: (Normal Task:) “Call people anything but their username for at least 30 minutes of this session.” (FAIL), (Hard Task:) “Come up with a nickname for another player and convince at least 2 other people to use it.” (SUCCESS), 22 1/2 Hearts

Scott: “Build your base directly and obnoxiously attached to someone else’s” (SUCCESS), 30 Hearts

Skizz: “Don’t be further than 10 blocks from GeminiTay for 10 minutes. One attempt only.” (SUCCESS), 25 Hearts

Tango: “Get Scar to talk about Star Wars for over 60 seconds” (SUCCESS), 22 1/2 Hearts

[winkle-pickers]

Inspired by this post, a really good discussion about it, and reassurance that life doesn't end after your twenties - quite the opposite in fact. Happy 43rd birthday Kaiba <3

[moeblob]

Happy Birthday to Ferdinand von Aegir!

I actually made 33 emotes, affectionately known as Aegirglyphics to some, for my own personal use on discord. However, I figure why not share some of them! They're free to use for discord servers/icons/pfps or whatever. However, my only request is Do NOT use them as subscriber emotes on Twitch. You can make them free follower emotes but you are not to make them locked behind a paywall.

[catgirljaneway]

Tuvok and Kathryn and the time Kathryn destroyed the timeline get Tuvok back.

/I Swear Somewhere This Works - Trista Mateer/

[dovewingkinnie]

i literally want to marry the big boss..PLSSSPSLSPS ONE CHACNE BIG BOSS!!!.😼 (got bored of being anonymous..)

you've finally revealed yourself funny cat emoji person i'll give you an answer to your requests for showing your true face (im assuming this is funny cat emoji person)

[quirkle2]

[zombie au] the image is too big for tumblr i had to cut it in half GVEAUYGV (please for the love of god zoom in)

[hualianschild]

[jestroer]

Skizz and Tango are so polyamorous its crazy. Not even coded, they just are it's canon

[raindropren]

I've realized that everyone's second season and onwards, there is constant talk of "nothing carrying over" and you can tell everyone kinda thinks that everyone else should forget who they were last season.

y'know, other then them. everyone has sorta been very, "Don't hold a grudge against me for past seasons! it's a totally different season!" and then they turn around and talk about their grudge towards a different person because of a PAST SEASON.

i love it. everyones alittle hypocritical!

[feza-creations]

Woe, the 12am Jaspza sketches be upon yee

[kurthummeldeservesbetter]

side note even astral plane/arcane galaxy viktor (whatever the fuck he was at that point lmao) didn't even care that much that jayce killed salo. thats hilarious to me actually. man saw one of his followers murdered (former counselor no less) and did not cry one single tear. was barely concerned. was more concerned about whatever was going on with jayce.

like damn. was just like hmmmm something else is at work here with my ex. ill have to figure it out. (turns out it was you bro)