#more likely than you think!

[yourlocalcorviddad]

Ok Ok so.

In dpxdc stories. Danny always gets assumed to be sick or uses it as an excuse or whatever to hide his powers right?

What if he wasn't lying?

It wasn't something easily noticed, not when half a dozen other things could explain it after all.

The shakes lingering? Well he'd used his ice powers a lot the night before fighting Skulker.

The faint feeling and lightheadedness? Well his mom had a good shot when people didn't interfere, and while he healed fast, it wasn't from nothing; he felt better after he ate anyway.

Heart racing suddenly? Probably just attempting to regulate the low beat on reflex again to seem normal but over shot it.

But the getting out of breath or spotty vision hadn't really been easily explained.

It was Mr. Lancer who asked about it after he'd gotten up from his seat in detention-happening less and less for actual reasons and more an opportunity to safely do his work and rest, after the truce with the ghosts to leave him and the town be during certain hours-only for the next thing he knew he was on the floor, head pillowed on Mr. Lancer's sweater, and a cool wet paper towel on his forehead and neck.

POTS. Post orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. Not uncommon for those who had had injuries too their hearts to get.

It made sense when the teacher asked if he could have it. Apparently a friend of his's daughter had it.

From there, it made things easier to an extent. Salt was pretty easy to add, he figured out a wrist brace that he could extend into a cane if needed to.

In ghost form he didn't need it at all, but human form had its limits.

Despite all that he'd gone through, he graduates and even gets accepted to a college near jazz, hers was in Metropolis but Gotham had the ambient ectoplasm that he needed, and it was a day trip away.

And so Gotham U became his home, especially after his parents couldn't take that he wasn't "their son" anymore when he told them-after moving everything and getting his cheap apartment set up just in case. He considered it lucky that they loved their son enough they couldn't hunt "his ghost".

Last he'd heard they were working closer with the GIW but hadn't had much luck since the portal strangely closed soon after he left and the other ghosts didn't feel much reason to visit Amity anymore without him there.

It was Gotham U where he met Dick by literally fainting into his arms after a long day where he'd forgotten to eat and the early dinner the night before plus the going down the stairs at a quick pace and leaning forward with gravity.

"sorry, couldn't help falling for you~" the cheesy pick up line was the only thing his foggy brain could comprehend before he fainted.

[lieutenantbiscute]

Happy birthday to the ring bearers Bilbo and Frodo!

[randomprose]

tetsurou is not the type to take pretty pictures. you know, the ones that take forever to adjust and set the tone, the lighting, the whatever the fuck it needs to look like it was shot by a professional photographer with an expensive professional camera and not by a broke college student with a shitty camera phone.

tetsurou just takes regular pictures. for posting on his socials or snapchat. or for blackmail purposes. also selfies with cute filters.

on the otherhand, kei—well. kei doesn't take pictures. at least not of himself. but he is the type to take pretty pictures—aesthetic pictures—and he doesn't even need to be a professional photographer with an expensive camera.

kei takes pictures with his android (a fairly old model even) and it just comes out looking nice. somehow he just has the eyes for these things. it's why, sans the fact that he's an upcoming volleyball player being talked about in the leagues, he has a fairly huge following on instagram and LINE.

they're mostly sceneries, nature, or cityscapes, wide panoramic shots of Miyagi or Tokyo or wherever he is. pictures of things he likes and sometimes people he likes, which is a rarity and he would vehemently deny. he'd say it's just because he's forced to spend time with them, but karasuno is featured fairly often, and sometimes he takes photos of people from the volleyball circuit too, people he's come to call acquaintances and maybe even friends.

and of tetsurou.

tetsurou is featured every five posts or so. they're always, without fail, nice shots. pretty even when he's making the most hideous of faces. it's no wonder he gets most of—if not all—of his profile pictures from him. kei always manages to capture him at his best.

"kuroo-san, take the goddamn picture already so we can go."

"okay, fine! look away so it looks candid."

"oh, for god's sake."

kei never takes pictures of himself so tetsurou takes it upon himself to do so, much to kei's chagrin. he scowls and snaps at tetsurou to quit it, but lets him take the picture anyway.

tetsurou always takes multiple shots of kei. he says it's because the first few takes are not good enough, but the truth is, much like kei's picture-taking skills, he's really, really, really goddamn photogenic. it's ridiculous and super unfair really. tetsurou is torn between irritation and awe, but mostly the latter.

"are you quite done?"

"yep. totally. got the perfect shot of your pretty self and everything."

"fantastic," kei deadpans and doesn't deign to respond to the teasing, although tetsurou spies his ears going red. "can we please move along now? i'm fucking freezing."

tetsurou actually got the perfect picture five shots ago, but kei doesn't need to know that.

[balshumetsbaragouin]

Posting as we finish today, so smaller batches of art attacks. First one is this lovely Meme picture by @englandamericaitaly. I had fun drawing Wes picking on someone else for a change. Let's assume he had a run in with Vlad and now has it out for him too. ;)

Title: Park Menace

[waitingtobebroken]

Yet another part of the Kidnapping A Supreme Archangel For Fun And Profit series (the profit is kisses, btw. If you even care)

How To Save An Archangel (The Angelic Assistant Story) (Rated T, 7.5k words)

Alternative title: "How To Cockblock An Archangel (And His Jealous Duke Of Hell Partner)"

Summary:

Agiel is happy with their position as the angelic assistant of the newly appointed Supreme Archangel Aziraphale. It does involve far less menial paperwork, which they usually love, and a lot more trying to keep His Divinity safe. But they like the Supreme Archangel, so they try their best to keep him away from the Grand Duke of Hell Crowley. If only Aziraphale could stop getting himself kidnapped and tortured, though.

And a little excerpt:

"Thank you, my dear. Truly." His Highness tipped sideways, a soft sound escaping soft lips. Everything about him was soft. It left Agiel feeling utterly terrified. "However, it is hardly necessary. Crowley will never harm me." His Divinity smiled. There was so much holiness in that smile that, despite the fact it was what Agiel was made of, it still left them with the urge to shield their eyes from it. And then His Highness left for Earth. Where he, true to the angel's worst fears, managed to get himself captured within minutes.

[violentlydefending]

there was truly a very unexpected number of explicit on-screen deaths in puss in boots the last wish. an unexpected number of swears also

[secretsofthewilde]

I'm still making my way through watching the show for the first time (just finished episode 5), so idk if this has already been spoken about yet on here at length, but I just wanted to quickly say how much I appreciate the character of Cath and the way the show handles her relationship with Dulcie (so far).

In another show I'd expect Cath to be the constant butt of the joke for being such an emotional and vulnerable person, and while it is definitely framed as comedic at times in this show, it's never done so in a condemning way. It's not a flaw of Cath's that she wants to be vulnerable in front of others, and it's also not something she forces onto other characters; Dulcie genuinely seems to care about Cath and appreciate this side to her and so she wants to be able to reciprocate Cath's vulnerability herself, which is why she goes to counselling with her and she goes along with the conflict resolving kissing. It's not a chore for Dulcie to do these things for Cath/their relationship (something that seems to be the norm when writing "free spirited" characters like Cath), but instead Dulcie actively engages in working on strengthening their relationship.

It's just really refreshing to see that the relationship conflict they're having so far is completely understandable given the circumstances, and that the both of them are taking the reasonable steps to communicate and try to work through it as partners. I genuinely believe that these two love each other! Which shouldn't be surprising, but it really is.

Also I think this was the first time I've ever seen somebody emptying a menstrual/moon cup on screen??? And that shouldn't feel groundbreaking, but it really did feel that way to me. I LOVED that opening scene of them being intimate and how realistically awkward but loving it was. It was also v relatable to me but something I never really expected to see on my screen.

Anyways I love Cath and the way they wrote a woman using the word "triggered" regularly when communicating her feelings, without overtly making fun of her for doing so

[rowanisawriter]

praise

bg3, durgetash, rated m, ~3000 words

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She can hear the inner workings of her own body, the harmony of the sacrifice at her feet, Bhaal pleased for the moment. But it’s Enver speaking, not her Father. Never Him.

“Stop,” she says. Her voice is a rasp, a death rattle.

“Let me speak.” He steps closer, dropping his cane. It hits the stone floor with a clatter. His hands hover by her waist as if he is afraid to touch her in this moment. “Let me admire you.”

[yeliuxi]

Mpreg joke? In MY Cdrama?

[bomberqueen17]

how it's going

yah my second experiment with adhd meds is like. well, this time it's making it so i can't sleep and my appetite gets shitty, which is what they normally say but i didn't really have that problem last time. i do now!!!

cut for discussions of eating/weight gain/loss shit, and the Horrible Yearnings

lil PSA, because a friend said something about this-- yah SSRIs make you fat (i gained 25 permanent irrevocable pounds on Celexa in 2012 and that's that, it's never gone away no matter what I did and it never will short of some other medical crisis I think), and it's reasonable to in a kind of not-healthy but understandable way wish that the amphetamine ADHD meds would thus make you thin. Seems like it, yeah? If you have no appetite and your metabolism is higher? I'm not finding that, though, so here to nip that in the bud is my observation that if you have trouble with comfort eating, losing your appetite does not take that impulse away, it just makes it disgusting. I actually am not a big comfort eater, but I do, like many humans, tend to derive comfort from eating food I enjoy? This takes that away without removing the need to do it. I still need to eat; if I don't, I get heartburny, emotionally distraught, and more, just like always. But now instead of enjoying the food at least, I find it unappetizing, have to force myself to prepare it, and then eat it so slowly it's always cold/mushy/melted by the time I'm done, and it's not satisfying. And instead of an occasional Fun Lil Treat as a pick-me-up, I wind up roaming the house with Formless Yearning, because I know food won't make me feel better, but nothing else is making me feel better, and I'm not getting any pleasure chemicals from anything I do, any more than I ever did. Friends have reported the dreaded afternoon/evening time when their ADHD meds wear off as being always a notable time for the Yearnings, but I'm finding that I get that just Whenever, so.

It ain't fun and it ain't cute.

But I'm determined to stick this test out to the end of the week because every day has been somewhat different at least, and I'm really trying to write down what happens. Because I was given two weeks' worth of this shit, and I tried it for a week and hated it so much I stopped, but then I didn't write down what happened so I have no fucking idea what to tell the doctor. (I also collapsed into despair and stopped calling that doctor back, but like, that didn't solve anything, and being bitter that finally getting a chance to attempt to fix my ADHD didn't work on the first several tries and in fact seems to still be beyond my capabilities because it requires me to have pattern recognition skills plus medical knowledge I simply don't have... well, it isn't helping anything.)

So we shall see. I have no attention span whatsoever and a MUCH worse working memory than usual, I routinely get up and leave the room to go do something and by the time I get to the next room I have NO memory of what it was, and unlike my normal life, I don't ever get the memory back. Usually I can retrace my steps but now that entire train of thought is JUST GONE, which is way more severe than the problems I normally have. And my usual coping mechanism, where I get up the oomph to do something by daisy-chaining several tasks together, is WILDLY ineffective now because the moment I add a second task the first one falls off and vanishes and I again, cannot recollect what it was.

I normally am no great fist at to-do lists, but I was told it's the Only Way To Make Vyvanse Work, but what I'm finding is that i am also even less capable than normal of making a to-do list have any relationship to reality. Plus I forget I made them, so. They are in fact not helping me.

I have had reasonable (like... 5 hours or more) sleep two nights this week so far, all other nights have been significantly less than that, two or three hours in most cases, which is not all that unpleasant-- at least my bed is comfy-- but does mean I have even less that I am capable of doing when I am awake, since I am so fuzzy-headed from lack of sleep. Also I can't nap, which is usually what fixes me; I am a world champion napper, but this is actually an issue from about the last six months, I cannot actually fall asleep during attempted naps, so it's futile to try. Discouraging!

Last night was a reasonable night though, so I'm carefully observing my capabilities and let me tell you I am not impressed.

So, what I'm finding is that stimulant medications make me MORE ADHD than I was before, which is. I don't know what that means and neither does my doctor so far.

I was going to write about my writing process but now this seems too whiny so I will not, I'll do that separately lol.

[fiiiiin]

The fact that a kiss alone becomes that much more meaningful when it is so difficult to obtain…I am talking about the infrequency in which Bane and Blake can kiss because of the former’s mask, about how a kiss becomes so much more because it’s a matter of fear and trust and courage and acceptance for Bane to remove the mask in John’s presence, about the disfiguration of Bane’s face and John’s tender affirmation that he is not a monster in spite of it, about how the inherent intimacy in the act of kissing increases tenfold just because it is so off the books for Bane in any other circumstance, but for his Robin only, he would….he could……

[spider-stark]

i’m getting the urge to watch chronicle again. we all know what this means.

[navolot]

Night Lord's on the Prowl.

So remember the Night Lord problem I was having? Well they've eventually moved on but man did it suck to keep my noise marine, Kasp, inside while waiting it out.

But I think the noise from him is kinda keeping them off the property for now? At least enough to convince them not to come too close to the house, but I did get some trail cam footage of them! Looks like they had some Marinelings with them, gosh they where so cute so I'm guessing they where using the trees at the back for a teaching exercise for them?

Although it's got me thinking about fostering some Marinelings from the shelter, I feel so bad for the little guys when they've got no family!

But yeah! I'm still alive and well .... if not a little bit more deaf from Kaspy's little songs.

[gaunt-and-hungry]

Let's eat god.

[clickerflight]

Clove: Part 26 - Preparations

Sup. I'm tired and feeling a bit anxious about life but still vibing. Hope this makes sense and please enjoy!

Masterlist - Part 25

Content: Werewolf whumpee, fae whumper, non consensual touch, trapped, dehumanization, strangulation, bruises, scars, fae politics

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Hyrum pressed his ears down to his head and tucked his tail between his legs as he walked along Shallumn, knowing that if he tried to run he would be back within the snake fae’s coils in an instant, and that thought was more effective than chains ever were. 

Hyrum fidgeted with the many layers of fabric he wore, panting a little as he overheated in them all. The collar of his undershirt rode up on his neck and made his scars itch while the poofy tunics and overcoat with the biggest roundest sleeves he’d ever seen made it hard to sort out where his arms should be. He wanted to pull off the white scarf that turned into a little caplet in the back, bright against the dark fabric and complimenting the gold details woven and sewn into everything. He wanted to roll up the tight sleeves that continued from his undershirt all the way over the base of his palms but there were little decorative cuffs on his wrists pinning them there to ‘hide his ugly flaws’ as Shallumn put it. 

Hyrum felt very foolish, especially since the pants and boots he wore were very tight to his legs, making him feel a bit like a mushroom with a spindly little stalk that could give out at any moment. He hated the clothes and most of all he hated that Shallumn had been the one to dress him. Hyrum couldn’t remember much. Just being transfixed by Shallumn’s eyes and scale pattern, feeling hands and clothing on him from a distant place before he snapped to as the decorative cuffs were clipped around his thin wrists. 

He wanted to go home. He wanted Ephraim. 

A little whine eeked out without his permission and Shallumn shot him a dirty look that only made Hryum flinch away. He felt Shallumn’s coils push him back into place and Shallumn said, “Now, now, pup. Stay with me. I am a very sweet master. You do not want to be stolen by someone more cruel, do you?”

Hyrum simply shook his head to appease the snake, who seemed satisfied with that. 

As they turned the corner into another hall, Hyrum pulled closer to Shallumn, overwhelmed as he saw fae in bright clothing leading people along. Some on chains like pets. 

Hyrumn felt his breathing pick up distantly as his mind started trying to escape this place, Shallumn putting a hand on his shoulder to keep him from getting lost as they joined with the crowd and entered a huge ball room. 

There were fae flitting about, setting up tables and decorations, some bringing in pots of food, and nearly all of them glaring at the fae with pets who just stopped in circles away from the work to talk with one another. 

Hyrum was pulled along until Shallumn joined one such group, his fanged smile wide as everyone’s attention was first caught by the decorative vest he was wearing that paired with his scale patterns, and then moved on to Hyrum. There were even some gasps of excitement as they stared. 

“Oh, Shallumn!” an indigo fae with white horns and a battered looking human kneeling at his side, long eyelashes clumped with tears, “Is that the werewolf pup that was here with the guest?”

“That he is,” Shallumn said, voice glowing with pride as he ran his sharp fingers through HIyrum’s curls as though showing them off to everyone. “The guest needed someone to watch over him and I volunteered for the job.”

Hyrum shivered, subtly pulling away so his curls would pull out of Shallumn’s fingers. He didn’t seem to mind as he smiled smugly at everyone in the group he’d arrived in. The group began to make snide comments about each other’s outfits and pets, but Hyrum’s attention had turned again as he desperately hoped to get out of this. He watched the fae flying around setting up decorations, flinching slightly every time their glaring eyes passed over him. 

His eyes were drawn to a familiar face. Or, rather, a familiar bad hair day. 

The fae from breakfast was laying out tablecloths, her blackened petals on her head flaking off sometimes as she moved, ash powdered over her corseted dress. He watched her as she worked, pausing every so often to wipe her eyes and trying very hard not to touch her petals or look too long at the ash dusting her arms. 

He could see her movements growing more fierce and violent as she realized there was nothing she could do to keep her petals from disintegrating while she had to work, and her anger was beginning to show on her face too. She was going to explode soon. Hyrum remembered when Jack would get like that. Ephraim kind of did it too, but his frustration came out in growls and putting a pot down a little hard. No danger of losing skin or meal privileges. 

Shallumn grabbed Hyrum, getting a yelp out of him. “Are you even paying attention!?” Shallumn asked, a snarl on his scaled face as he lifted Hyrum off the floor to bring him eye to eye. Hyrum’s eyes darted until Shallum shook him. “Look at me! What did I say?”

“I-I’m sorry, Sir,” Hyrum squeaked. Was it sir? Jack used to have Hyrum call him Master, but it seemed like the fae thought Ephraim was his master so that wouldn’t be good now. “I-um-I-”

Shallumn’s face twisted and he dropped Hyrum, who didn’t quite manage to catch himself as he fell to the floor, the jewels and designs in the outfit pressing uncomfortably into his skin through the clothing as he landed on them.

Coils wrapped around him, righting him, but not letting him go as Shallumn was about to continue when someone cleared their throat, high and loud. 

Hyrum twisted to see the fae from before, her petals completely disintegrated now leaving her bald save for tiny buds starting to grow back. 

“Aren’t you lot supposed to be helping?” She asked sharply. “If the Monarch comes back and the feast isn’t ready she will be properly displeased.”

“Oh, Halia,” Shallumn said, waving his hand and not minding as Hyrum wiggled, trying to get out. “Don’t worry about it. It will all be done.”

“No it won’t,” she said, folding her arms. “I’ve spoken with the lower fae and we have decided this time that you slackers aren’t getting away with it.”

Hyrum froze, jaw gaped open in pain as Shallumn’s coils tightened around him, pressing the breath out of him. 

“You wouldn’t,” Shallumn said, eyes narrowed. “You’ll be punished right along with us.”

“And we’re completely fine with that,” she replied, tilting her head at him. “Imagine how difficult it will be to rise into the procession if the Monarch remembered that you were one of the ones tasked to be certain that the preparations were finished and you failed.”

Shallumn hissed as stars danced in Hyrum’s vision. “We have pets to keep track of! And-”

“Should have thought about it before you brought them,” Halia replied snarkily. “The rest of you should take your pets back to your rooms and come back to help. I’ll return this one to his room while you take over supervising. This is your job after all, not mine. Unless you want me to tell the Monarch this was my work and rise up above you.”

Shallumn trembled for one, long, agonizing moment before he released Hyrum, who gasped for air, tears streaming down his cheeks, still held up in the coils but now able to breathe. 

“Fine,” he said with a growl. “I’m sure no one wants to see your ugly head anymore. You might want to find something to cover it before the feast.”

Halia stuck her nose in the air as he unwrapped from Hyrum and slithered off, the other fae slowly piling out. 

Hyrum nearly toppled but Halia caught him. She smelled a bit like nasturtiums. 

“There, there, little mouse. That was scary, mm? Let us take you back to your rooms.”

Hyrum hunched his shoulders up, hiding his face in the scarf. It hurt to breathe and he didn’t want to move.

Concerned, Halia carefully led him to just outside the hall and set him down on a bench, sitting beside him. “Are you alright, sweetheart? Did Shallumn hurt you?”

Hyrum curled his arms around his ribs, prodding gently to make sure none of them were broken. Thankfully, none of them shifted under his crooked fingers. Just bruised then. 

“I’m fine,” he whispered. He still wasn’t safe. He wasn’t safe until Ephraim was back. 

“Alright. Let’s get you back to your rooms then,” Halia said. She helped him and paused. “Did Shallumn take you from your rooms?”

Hyrum nodded. 

She frowned and Hyrum realized what she was thinking. If she took him back to the guest rooms, someone else could come grab him and drag him out again. Hyrum remembered the bite marks and bruises on the other pets and shuddered. 

“Alright….hmmmn, this is a bit tricky…. Perhaps I should keep track of you until your master comes back. Yes?”

Hyrum looked up at her, horrified by the thought of having to follow another fae around, being shown off like a prized pig. 

“Oh, it’s okay, sweetheart. I will need to clean up and… find something for my head,” she said, her eyes misting over a little as she was reminded of her own calamity. “Perhaps we can find other clothing for you. Those don’t look comfortable.”

Hryum shook his head, unsure if he was confirming that they weren’t comfortable or objecting to the idea of being forced into new clothes against his will again. Maybe both.

“Alright. This way, dear.”

He allowed her to help him but was relieved when she let him go, letting him walk freely beside him, no fear coils catching him. 

Halia’s rooms were fresh and quiet. No sounds of pets or anything within them as she went to a wardrobe. She opened it and gestured to one section. “If you can find anything you like, you can have it. I might not have much seeing as I don’t keep pets. Those are the more casual clothing that might work. I’m going to get changed.”

Hyrum was startled when she vanished, letting him have free reign of the room, the door still unlocked behind him. He didn’t dare run out, though. There were fae out in the halls. Ones that did keep pets. 

So he rummaged through the closet, finding tunics and loose, billowy pants. He did change, too itchy to put up with Shallumn’s outfit anymore. He didn’t tuck the tunic in since the pants rode a little low because of his tail so he let the tunic hide the awkward juncture. He didn’t manage to get the wrist cuffs off so he was forced to keep them, but he chose to keep the scarf capelet since the tunic was made for someone with wings and he didn’t want anyone seeing the horrible marring on his back. Even with the scarf, he was much cooler in this outfit. 

Halia came back, wearing a darker dress with a more loose flow to it, and a head scarf tied to imitate a ponytail coming out of a complicated braided knot. 

“Better?” she asked, seeing Shallumn’s outfit scattered across the floor. 

Hyrum nodded and she smiled. “Good. I’m glad. Sit and rest. The others will finish the preparations and I can return you to your master at dinner.”

Hyrum nodded hesitantly, sitting on an absurdly comfortable couch, but trusted her words a little more. Adrenaline traded out for exhaustion as she picked up the clothing to put them away, and soon his eyelids drifted closed, and he was asleep.

Part 27

Clove Taglist: @wolfeyedwitch @the-blind-one-speaks @whumpsday @extrabitterbrain @inkkswhumpandstuff 

@honeycollectswhump @whump-blog-reblogs @pigeonwhumps @mj-or-say10 @percy-frayer 

@currentlyinthesprial @scoundrelwithboba @whumps-and-bumps @hellodecisionparalysis

[thrumugnyr]

I AM OS DIRNKCRNCTHANKS TOCPOLISHCVOEKA. thankcyou poland. BUT. BUUUUUTB UT BUT BUT. i need you tovKNOW. i love patatatatatatataj. hes beautkfulcand i lovr himcand he deserves all the giodness. pelase give him hugs

He was so happy about this message he started crying!