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[nanenna]

This Stream of Consciousness Could've Been an Epiphany

More Sleepy King AU HERE

Can you guess what days of the week I usually have off LOL

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Danny isn’t entirely sure what’s going on. He feels like he should be more worried about that, mostly because of how weird Dad had been acting all morning. He’d been so… quiet. Calm, quiet, soft, gentle. Not that Dad wasn’t always gentle. Sure, his hugs and back slaps could pack a punch, but Dad knew he was big and strong and tried hard not to do anything too hard. Danny’d seen what Dad’d done to walls, the way he hugged was downright delicate in comparison. And Danny was a lot tougher now, he could take Dad’s bone crushing hugs easily. So yeah, gentle for Dad was usually still too much for normal people.

But Dad was also usually excited, loudly excited! He was being really quiet today, and it was kind of weird.

Maybe Danny should be a bit more worried about being lost?

But surely if he should be worried Dad would tell him so. Dad knew now, had for a few weeks. In that time alone he and Mom had set about reinforcing the portal so no one could get through without permission. Danny had even taken them on a couple trips into the ‘Zone to introduce them to friendly ghosts. It was embarrassing to introduce them to Frostbite, but also kinda necessary so he’d sucked it up and done it. So Dad knew that Danny has powers, knew just how strong he was. If Dad were worried he’d want Danny to know so he could help.

But still, Dad was acting weird. Nervous. Danny couldn’t figure out why. If he didn’t trust these strangers they were just hanging out with he wouldn’t have left Danny alone with them, right? Then again maybe he felt it was safest to not talk to Jazz in front of them. To keep Danny safe from ghost hunters they’d all agreed it was best to keep it secret, so if Dad and Jazz were talking about him as Phantom it made sense he’d want to step away.

Danny nibbled on his poptart, still trying to puzzle through it. He looked around at the strangers and well… he knew some of them at least. Dad had called the dark one Batman, everyone knew who Batman was. He remembered his parents debating whether he was a ghost or a cryptid, a huge debate that they couldn’t come to a conclusion on. Unlike Santa, that one could crop up at any time. Unlike Santa, this one wasn’t so divisive, guess his parents were less invested or something.

So the woman next to him… looked a lot like Pandora wearing a human disguise. She looked at him and smiled, then reached forward and nudged his mug. “Drink it while it’s hot,” she said warmly.

Yeah, she sounded a lot like Pandora too, something about the way neither were actually speaking English. Danny nodded and picked up his drink, if Pandora and Dad thought they were okay, if they both trusted Batman and the other people dressed weirdly then Danny would too. Even if they smelled like ozone and lab cleaning solvent.

The smell kept getting stronger too, there was a pressure in the room. It had stopped suddenly when Jazz called, but it was picking up again. It was weird, like being in a bubble getting dropped in the ocean. At this rate his ears would pop, or the whole room would implode like that one sub going to visit the Titanic. Kinda ironic, waaaaaaay more people have died exploring the bottom of the ocean than space. Technically, no human has ever died in space, the closest was the Challenger disaster and they didn’t make it to space before the explosion. That was so sad. But it was still pretty amazing no one had died going to the moon, not even Apollo 13! No one had even died in the Justice League, so far as Danny’s heard. Not even a cop-out “technically died in space” while actually fighting bad guys on an alien planet technicality.

“Jazz was just checking in on us, I told her we’ll see her at dinner tonight.” Dad sat down next to Danny, peeking over at whatever Batman was working on as he did so.

Danny nodded and hummed in agreement. That was good, it seemed Dad thought they’d be home by dinner despite being lost right now. That was good.

It was weird though, he hadn’t called her “Jazzypants” like normal. In fact, Dad hadn’t pulled out a single nickname, not even “Danno.” So was Dad worried about them being lost or not? Danny couldn’t figure it out.

The pressure was building again, Danny yawned, trying to make his ears pop. It didn’t help. It hadn’t the last two times either. Or was it three?

Dad nudged the plate with his poptarts on it, Danny picked up his half eaten rectangle and started nibbling again. Chocolate wasn’t his favorite flavor, he kinda wondered what happened to the strawberry from before. It would go nicely with the hot chocolate, a nice contrast of flavors. There was just something about artificial strawberry flavoring that Danny really liked.

Danny slumped over, his body leaning against Dad. He still wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, if he should be worried or not, but Dad was there so everything was going to be okay.

Kinda wished Mom was there instead though. He had no doubt she could easily kick Batman’s butt if he did need to be worried though. But Pandora was there, even if it was a new human disguise he’d never seen before, so that was just as good. Pandora liked him, she wouldn’t let anything happen to him.

The pressure suddenly stopped again. Danny yawned, his ears still didn’t pop. It was so annoying.

“Oh my god,” the guy with a metal bucket on his head hissed, “it’s a god egg!”

[nanenna]

I couldn't stop thinking about this despite having like 5gajillion wips, so have my humble submission. Be warned: lots of set up/narration. Also Bruce thinks a few times how grateful he is Barbara is currently "whole", this isn't meant to be ablist so much as him just being grateful she hasn't been injured by the Joker yet.

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Bruce woke up startled, chest heaving as he flailed around, disoriented. Where was he? When was he? What was the last thing he remembered? There were two sets of memories for that. He remembered having another fight with Dick after the end of a regular patrol before trudging up to bed. He also remembered years and years following that unremarkable patrol, an invasion, a battle, and fearing maybe this time he really was going to die.

He fumbled around until he found a lamp and turned it on. He was in his bed in the manor, in his own bedroom. There sitting on the nightstand, under the lamp he'd just turned on, was a phone on its charger. It was an older model. It was the newest model. It was both.

Bruce lunged for it, quickly turning it on to see the date and time. It was the past. Or it was the present and these new memories are the future. It was both.

Bruce let his head fall into his other hand, the one not holding the new/old phone. He was disoriented, he was confused, he was overwhelmed.

It was 4 o'clock in the goddamned morning.

Alfred couldn't make him contribute to the swear jar if he kept the swears internal.

No, focus. Focus on the present, what were his plans for the morning? Was it a school day? Did Alfred have plans? Fuck it, Bruce was calling all of them in sick, he needed to sort through all the memories he'd just had dumped on him and he… he needed to talk to his son. There was years of hurt he could prevent right now if he just swallowed his pride and TALKED to Dick.

Jason would be so proud of him.

Jason! Where was he right now? And Tim? Duke? Damian? Cass? Steph? Barbara would be home safe in her bed in her own home with Gordon, safe and whole. The others should be too, to varying degrees.

But Jason! And Cass!

Bruce practically flung himself from his bed, not even bothering with a robe before rushing into the hallway.

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It had taken both Dick and Alfred wrestling Bruce down to the kitchen to sit at the island and several cups of tea for Bruce to confusingly, haltingly stumble through his whole explanation. He kept having to backtrack to explain who the names he kept dropping were. It hurt to see that confusion and lack of recognition on their faces. It hurt seeing Alfred alive and well and so much younger, to see Dick be so very very young.

Eventually they decided to bring Barbara into it, knowing they would need her help.

Amazingly having to explain everything helped Bruce organize his racing thoughts. He even had the beginnings of a plan by the time he was winding down.

The first step was to confirm whether or not these sudden new memories were real. The easiest way was actually to go find his closest two sons: Tim and Jason.

Tim was easy enough, now that he and Dick knew he was following them on patrol he was rather easy to spot and even easier to convince the small, star struck boy back to the cave. It was no effort at all to get him to agree to move into the manor until his parents returned from their trip. Bruce would not make getting custody of Tim back easy for them.

Jason was a little more difficult. Willis and Catherine had both died and Jason had fallen into the cracks, completely vanished from the legal eye. They had to hunt through the streets of Park Row and Bruce winced with guilt all the while. Jason had been right, it wasn't fair of him to just give up on the entire neighborhood like he had. Bruce also knew he'd been right that it wouldn't be fair to the rest of Gotham for him to pour everything into Park Row and leave the rest of the city to rot. It was something he, Dick, and Barbara could plan together, because it was a lesson his future self had learned too late but Bruce was going to stand by: to actually work together you needed to communicate.

Once Jason had finally been found and brought home (safe! Safe and home where he belonged, where he had free access to all the food and books his little heart could desire) the next to get was Cass. Duke and Steph had loving homes, well Steph did once her father was behind bars and her mother being given a monthly stipend to support them. Bruce felt a little bad, knowing Cass was suffering and he'd waited until Jason was safe first, but Alfred and Dick had agreed this was for the best.

It took a great deal of searching, Cass had gone wandering far further than Jason ever had while homeless. It was all worth it when they finally found her and Bruce held out his hand, knowing she could read the love he had for his little girl in every line of his body.

Cass was home! Safe and loved and learning ASL alongside the rest of his children, already becoming fast friends with Barbara (whole and healthy still). It was finally time to bring home his baby.

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It may have been Batman that walked into Nanda Parbat but it was Bruce who confronted Talia.

“Beloved, what brings you here?” Talia greeted him with a wide smile and arms.

“I'm here for my son.”

A look of carefully cultivated surprise crossed her face. “How did you find out?”

“Last time you dropped him off at my doorstep when he was ten years old.”

“Ah, time travel then.”

“Of a sort,” Bruce agreed. “Frankly, I'm hurt you kept him from me for so long, I'm hurt you just left him behind without any warning too.”

“You have so many children now, one would think you have enough to keep you busy.” Talia turned away with a huff.

“I wasn't going to wait for them to find me this time when I can care for them now.” Bruce wasn't ashamed of loving his children, he planned on telling them so, often and loudly. “I also know what Ra's has planned for Damian, even if you don't. I won't stand by for him any more than I will the others.”

Talia stayed turned away from Bruce a moment longer, then turned back, her face carefully blank. “Just Damian?”

“All my children,” Bruce affirmed, unsure what exactly Talia meant.

Talia’s lips thinned, then she turned and started walking. Bruce followed, carefully keeping pace with her. She led him further into the compound, into the private living quarters used for the family of Ra’s. Eventually they entered a room, presumably Talia’s. She led him further into the room, where an attendant obediently bowed out of the way at their approach. The floor was covered in a plush rug and pillows, sitting in the center surrounded by clunky toys were two toddlers.

Bruce froze as he stared down at the two children in shock.

There were two.

Why were there two?

Both looked up as Talia approached, one with her glittering green eyes and one with shimmering blue.

Twins.

Damian had a twin.

Damian never told anyone he had a twin.

Talia had never told him he’d had another child.

Bruce’s mind raced as he furiously went through the foreign memories, though they had already started to fade. J’onn had warned him that was likely to happen, and he should let it lest the extra memories cause issues later. But right now he couldn’t help frantically sorting through them, trying to find some clue or reason.

“Damian you already know, and this is Daniel.”

“Twins,” Bruce found himself croaking out as he stared at the blue eyed boy in heartbroken grief. “In the other timeline Damian never mentioned a twin.”

Talia nodded, “And I did not either.”

“No.”

“Something must have happened to him, something awful. It was possibly the reason my other self brought Damian to you.”

When he first arrived had Damian been grieving his twin’s death? Had that been why he was so quick and steadfast in rejecting any sibling? Had every time someone called Tim or Dick or Jason his brother been another sprinkling of salt in a wound that was all too fresh?

Talia picked Daniel up and stepped over to Bruce. “Habibi this is your father.”

Bruce quickly pushed the cowl off and removed his gloves. There wasn’t much to be done for the rest of his armor, but he wanted his sons to be as comfortable as possible.

“We may never know what happened then, but if my other self thought Damian would only be safe with you then I trust her. And I trust you, my beloved.”

Bruce swallowed thickly as he took Daniel in his arms, holding the lost son he’d never known about. “I… thank you, Talia.”

Talia bent and picked Damian up, then handed him over as well. “Thank me by raising them well.”

“Come check on them,” Bruce blurted out. “You’re still their mother, I won’t prevent you from seeing them. Come visit, be a part of their lives, tell me I spoil them too much.” Bruce didn’t know what he was saying, that ship had long sailed. Or it had, in that other timeline that now wouldn’t ever happen, couldn’t after the changes that had already happened. He knew that other Bruce had been too in love with Selina and too bitter towards Talia to even consider this. But in the here and now…

“I will visit,” Talia said firmly, “but I will not stay.”

“I’m sure they’ll be happy to see you,” Bruce said, just repeating banal niceties at this point.

Talia smiled as she reached up to pull his cowl back on. “I must distract Father while you leave. Be well, Beloved, my darlings.” Talia leaned down to give each boy a single kiss on the head, ending with a kiss to Bruce’s cheek.

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Everyone had been shocked when he walked off the plane carrying two toddlers, but none more than Alfred, Barbara, and Dick. After getting everyone settled down and the twins in their new bedroom (thankfully they had enough things for two boys, thank heavens for Alfred overpreparing), the four of them convened in Bruce’s office where Alfred had brought them all tea and a few snacks.

“Twins,” Alfred asked once everyone had taken a seat and a cup.

Bruce huffed out a long sigh, “I had no idea. In the other timeline neither Damian nor Talia ever mentioned Daniel. Something happened, something awful.”

“Don’t beat yourself up about it, B,” Dick said seriously. “There was no way for you to know, and there’s no way to find out now.”

“You’re just going to hurt yourself if you keep trying to remember something that never happened and now never will,” Barbara added.

“Miss Barbara is correct,” Alfred said gently. “The important thing now is to ensure the boy’s continued health and safety. There’s no use in worrying about a timeline that you no longer have a connection to.”

Bruce nodded, he needed to let the memories go, he needed to be able to focus on the here and now. He’d written down as much as he could remember already, an edited down version given to the Justice League to consult though he felt it would become increasingly useless over time. Just by mending things with Dick and finding all his children he’d already changed things so drastically he doubted the memories would be useful for their family.

“Yes, you’re right, Daniel was a curve ball but he doesn’t really change the plan.” The next step: neutralize the Joker. There really were a variety of ways to make the man no longer a threat that didn’t kill him, and it was well past time Bruce chose one.

I have seen batfam fics and ideas where time traveling Bruce gets the kids earlier and stops all the bad things from happening to them. But I can't help but want to combine this with the DCXDP demon twins AU.

Imagine time traveler Bruce showing up at the league of assassins years early demanding his son... Only for two children to come out. Now he is forced to learn he had another son no one told him about. He has no clue what happened to Danny in the original timeline, only that it must have been bad for Damian to have never mentioned it.

[pascallatte]

hello!!

Who do i write for?

Currently: Pedro Pascal

Will write for in the future: Javier Pena, Joel Miller, more tba

REQUESTS: OPEN (SEND IN SUGGESTIONS FOR 2023)

what is today's agenda?

currently editing the next fic

currently doing:

Pedro Pascal x actress!reader series

what type of fics I write:

fluff (mostly)

what I don't write:

smut

angst (atm)

dark themes

I'll be using #nenna's asks if ever you guys type something there, with that it'll be easier for you and me to find things 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[c0zysoul]

Life, lately.

It is so dull yet I'm not complaining. rather, I want to stay away from people until I get a few things done (my courses,series and movies I want to watch etc.) I'm running away from things... catching up with friends , going out and engaging with people normally I would say it's anxiety but it really isn't I feel like I need self time . Because all schoolwork , waking up at 5 a.m and being at school by 8 and then going back home by 3 pm...

It was so draining both mentally and physically. Especially the first weeks for uni was... Oof I couldn't go to school for like a week because I lost my grandad and it was such a tragic experience, all of a sudden... Idk I miss him so much I've already wrote pages and pages about him. I don't want to fresh my memories tbh. Basically it was terrible and people were so like SO silent and uninterested and with that being said I needed to go back to normal after crying my eyes out for weeks... What kept me going was actually my grandpa said to my nenna that he was happy because I got into uni :') anyhow, I was all alone, just listening to the lectures and going back to home. For a week It was really bad but by the time I got used to it. I kept hanging out with someone I met on the first day of school and she was very kind and helpful to me! -we became deskmates after that -We still hangout together and I'm glad that I met her. Because my class was literally antisocial and it made me feel so disappointed I felt like everyone already knew everything and I didn't which is partially right...

I really loved my professors though! Got loads of compliments from them.

So my recent class is definitely so much better -in terms of sociality and contributing the lecture by speaking up and stuff -compared to my antisocial class. Lol. I have a few old classmates with me in my new class and the good news is my deskmate is my deskmate again and the bad news is I guess I developed a crush on someone I've never noticed before but was always there. Actually feeling kinda lazy to write about rest of my crush story because it's almost 4 am. To be continued?

[cidbillie]

i'm posting this stupid video just for posterity. i didn't make this, but my character, sids, is featured in it. she was my persona and a parody of myself. my real name is cid. i kindly ask that no one ever call me "sids" again.

the read-more is going to be long. i just want to finally put my story out there, even if it doesn't go anywhere.

my friend lionessjenna or nenna / jennabee made it. it was very popular at the time it was made. if you were wondering what happened to lionessjenna, last i heard about her she was making money off of drawing anime cp. sorry to everyone who idolized her at the time. i don't know what she's doing now or if she's changed. i can only say i recommend not looking into her.

we all made fun videos like this with our characters and developed a following. my character sids in particular became a fan favorite and she was usually the butt of the jokes we made. i was 14 when we began making stuff together. 4chan would inevitably find this video and also developed an obsession for sids. they made sids the "queen of /jp/" for a time and drew a bunch of p*rn of her. they drew a bunch of p*rn... of me, essentially. when i was 16. you can still find it, too. the p*rn... i wouldn't mind if that was gone forever. i will not be saving it for posterity. lol

then they doxxed me, made fake accounts pretending to be me, and both of my friends featured in this video would leave me to date those abusers. i never realized at the time how deeply this would hurt me.

and for the record, i don't talk to the third girl, and i won't mention her by name, but i still love her with all my heart. she was a positive force in my life, despite everything. on my old tumblr, i think i still follow her. nenna (this is what people called her at the time) however was 7 years older than the both of us, and put us both in a very dangerous situation with this video. then she went on to draw cp. i'm mentioning her if only to warn people about the dangers about being friends with adults online, and idolizing random people online.

i will say this, though. we were all traumatized kids, and the internet put too much power in our hands. i forgive both of them, and i hope they're both doing well. it's been probably over ten years since i last heard anything regarding nenna, and i'm not friends with anyone anymore who would still be in that friend circle. nenna, i know i aired out your dirty laundry, but i only did so under your old username. i have no intent of finding who you are now and bringing it all to light. i'm only posting this video as a way for me to heal from it and move on. (and ftr if you find anyone under a similar name, that still may not be her. it's been a really long time. please just leave nenna alone. i want to assume she's doing better)

i deleted everything because of this video. i didn't want to be known anymore.

but now i do. i want to be known for me and not just a parody of myself. i'm trying to create again, and i have a story i want to write that i have been working on based on my experiences growing up as a very-micro-celebrity online. i feel like i'm overstating my "success" at the time, but that was kind of what it felt like to me.

but it's hard, you know? revisiting trauma is never easy. but because of this video, i lost my drive to create. i lost so many things i cared about. i lost the ability to be myself. you can probably assume considering i spent my childhood online that i didn't have a great home life either. i won't get into that.

i revisted this video because someone on youtube was kind enough to repost it after all three of us inevitably deleted our accounts, and i've been recounting my trauma in therapy. the comments all ask where weve been off to. most of them only mention jenna, because while i took a step away from the limelight after the doxxing, she continued to make videos after the /jp/ raid and gained a huge following with a bunch of big original youtube animators at the time.

i want to say i was never a perfect person, and when you live your entire childhood on the internet, your mistakes never really go away. i don't think i ever did anything atrocious or evil, but i still had my problems, and i'm sure there are plenty of people that are still out in the world who would be glad to share.

but right now, this is a plea for help, i suppose. a plea for peace. i just want to move on. i've become recently disabled, and i was forced to leave my career because i can't walk. because of this and therapy, i've been trying to make a return to creating. i loved creating. it still makes me happy to see people comment on old videos asking where i am today. i never respond to them, but knowing i haven't been forgotten is what's giving me the strength right now to type all of this.

it's very likely no one will see this post. it's very likely this will be buried in the ocean of posts that make up the entire internet. but right now it feels like deadweight in my lifeboat, and i need to get it out.

"why post this video if you don't want to known for it?" and the answer to that is... i don't know. there are a lot of internet events that happened in my life where someone else got to write the story behind it. i guess i just wanted to write mine. i wanted it out there. i wanted to be known.

[nanenna]

wait, no! I just realized there wasn't enough sleepy Danny in the other version I wrote. So take this instead (if you want, I'm not your dad).

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The boy keeps sleepily nibbling on his breakfast pastry as his brows furrow in concentration. It's a familiar look, one Batman has seen on all his children's faces the morning after a particularly grueling patrol, when they clearly haven't gotten enough sleep and yet still have to get up for school.

"I finished my homework and went to bed…" the boy eventually says.

Bruce just hums in acknowledgment, it seems this tyrant king is familiar enough with modern American culture to say something like homework despite supposedly being in a slumber for centuries. The boy blinks, brows even more furrowed, he can almost see the gears slowly turning in the boy's head. It's very convincing.

"Dad, what time is it?" the boy asks.

Clark flinches again, but covers it with a bright smile. "In what time zone?"

The boy frowns even more somehow, his whole face covered in faint wrinkles. He's looking up at Clark through squinted eyes, there's practically smoke pouring from his ears.

“It’s the weekend, don’t worry about school,” Batman cuts in before the boy can think on it any more. There’s no knowing what will happen when the entity finishes waking up.

The boy turns his bleary eyed, squinting gaze on Batman. “It is?”

“That’s right,” Clark agrees readily. “In fact, it’s a three day weekend.” Today is actually Friday, so that’s a pretty good cover. Clark lifts the drooping pastry back to the boy’s mouth, he absently takes a bite as he mulls over the new information.

“Mr. Lancer said I’d fail math if I missed another test.”

Batman and Clark look at each other over the boy’s head, what an odd thing for a powerful immortal tyrant king to worry over. Either he was a very good actor, or something more was going on here.

“Well then, we’ll have to make sure you get to school on time on Monday, but right now it’s the weekend.”

“Weekend,” the boy mumbles sleepily before yawning wide, his hand half up in a pale imitation of politely covering his mouth. It’s no where near close enough to hide the sharp fangs in the boy’s mouth.

“You clearly need more sleep,” Batman says. With his half asleep state he almost wonders why the boy woke up at all.

“Clearly,” Clark agrees readily. “How about we get you back to bed?”

“But…” the boy’s brows furrow as he tries to concentrate, “what about… I’m lost?”

“It’s alright,” Clark reassures as he guides the boy to stand up. “We’ll still be here when you wake back up, you’re obviously too tired to deal with this right now anyway.”

“Dad?” The boy asks as he allows Clark to herd him back towards the room he’d been put in.

“It’s alright, it’s the weekend, remember? And growing boys need their sleep.”

“Gonna be tall as you someday,” the boy mumbles as he shuffles back to his borrowed room. Once there Clark sets about tucking the boy back in, Batman watching from the doorway. The boy seems to drift off quickly once he’s tucked back in, still clinging to his chosen blanket (Batman’s cape) rather than sleeping under it. Batman tries not to think about the implications.

Clark gives the boy’s hair one last pet and a whispered “Good night,” before leaving, floating out the door so he wouldn’t make a sound. They both quickly move down the hallway before saying a word.

“Oracle, did you get that?”

“There are a lot of schools, and Lancer is a pretty common last name.”

Batman sighs, he knew that would be the answer.

“What do you suspect?” Clark asks as they re-enter the kitchenette, Clark already tidying after himself.

“Would you expect an undead all powerful tyrant king from another dimension to worry about passing math class or finishing homework?”

Clark paused and winces, “I suppose not. But he is the king.”

“He is,” Batman agrees, “I just worry he may also be a boy who was used in a ritual against his will. We only arrived at the end, we don’t know if a host or sacrifice was placed in that circle.”

Clark sighs as his shoulders droop, “I was afraid you would say that. If that’s what’s going on it complicates things.”

“Hn,” Batman agrees.

“Any word from Constantine? Surely he’s done inspecting the remains of the ritual by now.”

“He’s still searching for a containment device for the king.”

“Found one, actually.” Constantine walks into the room, tossing what appears to be a travel mug up in the air and catching it.

Clark frowns, “Did you stop for coffee on the way?”

“Nah, mate, this is a ghost containment device guaranteed to hold even the ghost king.” He holds the mug up and points to a button on it, “Just take off the cap, point, and click.”

“We may have an issue, I believe the ghost king has been summoned into a host,” Batman says before they can get too far.

Constantine curses, “Of course, why would the bloody cultists make this easy for us?”

“I think I found him,” Oracle says over the comm.

Batman brings up his holographic wrist computer and holds it up so Clark and Constantine can also see. He switches Oracle to speaker, “Go ahead.”

A picture of a middle aged, balding man appears on the screen. “Mr. Ron Lancer, vice principal and teacher at Casper High School, Amity Park, Illinois. He teaches several subjects, including math. Of note is one of his students,” the picture changes to show a very familiar teenage boy, “one Mr. Daniel Fenton, who’s in danger of failing most of his classes. School started fifteen minutes ago and he is currently marked as an unexcused absence.”

Constantine whistles, “Sure picked him, looks like he could right blend in with any of your lot. Either lot.”

“Also, worth noting Daniel’s father, Jack Fenton.” The images changes to a family photo, including a large man who one might mistake for Clark if half asleep.

Clark sighs in relief, “So he just mistook me for his father.”

“But that leaves us with a problem, how do we remove the ghost king from the boy without harming him?”

The other two quiet at Batman’s question, both Clark and Batman looking to Constantine for the answer. “Right, let me get a look at the kid first. See what I’m working with.”

Batman simply stalks off, trusting the other two to follow him. He quietly open’s the door to the boy’s, Daniel’s, room and peeks in. Daniel snorts, but doesn’t seem to wake. Batman motions for Constantine to head in while Batman and Clark wait out in the hall, hovering in the doorway.

Constantine stops in the middle of the room, hand held out to make some kind of sign as he looks down at the sleeping boy. “Well, that’s interesting.”

Sleepy King

The Justice League Dark caught wind of a cult trying to summon the Ghost King. A being with power so terrible and great, that all of the chaotic Infinite Realms feared him. A true tyrant. Long ago it took the effort of ghosts equal to gods to seal him away into a permeant slumber.

And now this cult wishes to wake him and bring him to the living realm. It was a race against the clock to find the ritual site and all members were called on board, magic or not. Even Constantine looked stressed.

They did find the site.

But it was too late, the ritual was completed. The entire inner circle of runes glowed before being swallowed in a column of green light. The air filled with static and a ringing that made Supergirl crumble to the ground.

The light dissipated, but there was no great figure or being of pure evil. Instead there was a boy, a teenager. He laid on the ground curled up in his sleep. He was a ghost no doubt, dressed in regal clothing.

Despite this when he stirred, everyone froze. It seemed the cold hard ground woke him up. He got up slowly and yawned, revealing his sharp fangs. Once sat up he opened his bleary eyes to look around. He looked confused and tired, really tired.

"Where am I?" He mumbled. "I was trying to get some sleep." Constantine internally screaming, latches onto that last sentence. He glances over to Batman. He caught that last part too. Batman approaches calmly and crouches down in front of the boy king. Hardening his resolve, Batman takes on a gentle tone.

"Hey kiddo, sorry we woke you. Lets get you back to bed yeah?" The boy nodded in agreement. He pulled himself to his feet before looking around in a circle. "Where did my blanket go?" He asked rather sadly. Batman is quick to shed his own cape and drape it over him. "You can borrow my cape until we get you a new one." He nodded again, pulling the black fabric around himself.

John quickly summoned a portal door, while Batman led the King through it. John threw looks around at everyone. Everyone could tell he was mouthing the words. 'Find me a fucking blanket now'

Running on the logic of getting the king away from Earth, away from graves and the undead, that could give him power. The portal led to the Watch Tower.

Batman took advantage of the King's bleary state to send a base wide alert for all noncritical members to evacuate immediately. With a priority that death adjacent members leave first. "The stars are pretty." Bruce looked at the boy staring out the window in wonder. He almost looked like a normal kid, almost.

"Yeah they are, it's pretty late so we should get you back to bed." He nodded, going along with Batman's gentle coaxing.

He takes the boy to an unused bedroom. Making sure the room isn't dusty and that lights are dimmed. He glances back to see about a dozen different leaguers all holding blankets, one thought to bring extra pillows. The bed was pretty barren with only a single pillow and a thin bedsheet. So Bruce took a thick duvet, one of the fluffier blankets and a second pillow from his team before shooing them away.

The boy ended up keeping his cape, mumbling how it was warm. He tucked the boy in, before quietly exiting the room and turning off the light. He was pretty sure the King fell back to sleep before he even reached the light switch.

After the door shut, he made direct eye contact with John. "Constantine." They needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

[zanreosauce]

8. movies or tv shows?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

22. role model?

24. favorite crystal?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

55. favorite fairy tale?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

90. luckiest mistake?

91. boxes or bags?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

96. desktop background?

98. favorite historical era?

Some of them are a little too personal... And probably shouldn't be shared. I stopped watching Markiplier a long time ago, but I feel a little sorry for the guy as people kept sending him mannequin photos when he said he found them creepy...

I'm Nenna by the way, changed username about..? 2 years ago?

whoa sorry for the Late As Hell answer, was gonna do this earlier but then I just got distracted from tumblr for weeks. Also some I don't really have an answer for because it's hard to decide... but great to see you again here! 8. Depends on the work, sometimes I wanna watch a story in one 1-2 hour sitting and sometimes I wanna watch more episodes of something? I do end up watching more movies though, because for shows I have to be in the mood for/have the time to watch several episodes in a row 16. Some kind of more casual chill pose usually. Leaned back and just relaxing, though on computer I'm usually leaning more forwards because my drawing tablet is in front of keyboard 20. For quick notes, usually just the notes app on my phone. For writing longer text, computer. Either way, I prefer writing digitally 21. Neopets and Pokemon! 24. Hmmm... one of those fancy multicolored gems probably? pretty 45. Out of these, probably sci-fi? Generally has a more appealing aesthetic than fantasy, while I'm not really into superhero stuff at all (with a few exceptions) 76. Probably fries and potato wedges 86. Cookies, both are good though 91. I'm assuming for storing stuff in? Boxes are more convenient sometimes but bags are much more readily available 94. Probably summer? Nice and warm (as long as it doesn't get too hot and clammy) and it's when the Big Cons happen. I also like winter because snow 95. Cosplanner, for cosplay stuff 96. On my new laptop, it's still just the default BG the computer came with because I haven't gotten around to finding a new one yet (though on my old one it's Yoshi). On my phone, a glitched city for the lockscreen and a "wallpaper not found" glitchy image for regular bg

[nanenna]

This Group Chat Could've Been a Meeting

Sleepy King AU masterpost

Yeah... don't expect me to keep churning these out. I was just excited to share "god egg" lore with y'all. UwU

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Batman made no comment as Clark sat down next to him, angled ever so slightly so he could read his screen. Diana, likewise, was leaned over so she could read the group chat Clark had started to keep everyone in the loop. Batman was already archiving the transcript of their conversation.

Young Miss Fenton’s frustration and apparent determination to do things herself were a little worrying. Amity Park was currently an information black hole to them, they had no idea what she thought she could do. Perhaps it was youthful naïveté, perhaps the girl actually had something up her sleeve. Either way they could only hope the JLD came to a solution before she became an additional issue.

Danny tilted, slumping gently against Clark’s side. Clark looked guilty as he gently patted Danny’s head with the hand the boy wasn’t leaning against.

Batman could understand, this situation was incredibly stressful. They could only hope the boy would be understanding and forgive him for this deception after they found a way to pull out and banish the Ghost King without killing Danny in the process.

“Oh my god,” Dr. Fate hissed faintly, “it’s a god egg!”

Batman had no idea what a god egg was.

From the way Zatanna and Marvel tensed they did know. “You can’t be serious,” Marvel whispered harshly.

Batman glared at them and held a finger up to his mouth. Clark was doing likewise before he turned and reminded Danny to keep eating. Batman typed out a quick message.

Batman: Use the group chat. Batman: And define “god egg.” Constantine: The hell you mean god egg? What?@

Batman held up a hand as everyone save Clark had held up their communicators. He cleared his throat and added a glower to get their attention, then pointed at Fate. He had brought up the term, it was up to him to explain. Fate typed a message as a different kind of tension filled the room.

Dr. Fate: It’s a slight misnomer as it’s not just gods, but rather any being with god-like powers. Dr. Fate: But when a mortal is about to Ascend or a godling is about to mature into their powers, sometimes their elders will seal off an area to isolate the would-be god. Dr. Fate: This can be to protect a child from threats while teaching them to use their new powers, or it can be to give the would-be god trials and keep them from “cheating” with outside help. Dr. Fate: Often it’s both, so the child or mortal don’t get given trials they can’t possibly overcome on their own. Dr. Fate: Amity Park is a god egg, and this boy is the chick. Dr. Fate: THAT is the block preventing us from being aware of Amity Park until now, and continues to block all attempts to look into it.

Zatanna frowned down at her communicator before she furiously tapped out her own message.

Zatanna: Shouldn’t the chick be Phantom? Constantine: Bloody hell you can’t be serious! Zatanna: He’s the one who’s photos won’t show up on the internet no matter what. Constantine: If this kid is the chick of a god egg we need to get him back down there yesterday. Cpt. Marvel: How were we able to find any information on Danny if he’s the chick? Dr. Fate: I don’t know, I just know what I could scry. Constantine: It don’t matter! Zatanna: It seems odd for Danny to be the chick when we could find so much information on him but not Phantom. Raven: Are we sure it’s Danny and not the Ghost King who’s the chick? Dr. Fate: There is a high chance it’s the Ghost King, yes. Constantine: We need to get this chick back to it’s egg before a bunch of angry gods come looking for their godling! Cpt. Marvel: Are we sure we want the Ghost King to Ascend? Isn’t he already a tyrant?

Batman bit back a groan as the chat sped up. While he liked being kept in the loop, this was getting to be a bit too much like his own family’s group chat. He got Diana’s attention and nodded towards the door. She nodded back and stood up, herding the magicians out of the kitchenette.

Batman got up and started the eclectic kettle, then went looking through the cabinet, finding the instant hot cocoa mix. Once the kettle finished heating up the water inside, Batman made a cup of hot cocoa, which he handed off to Clark, who gave it to Danny, before sitting back down.

It was just the waiting game now, it was up to the magic experts to decide what to do with this new information. For his part, Batman set about updating the mission file as well as the personal files of all beings involved. This included starting a new one on Phantom, since Zatanna had brought up a good point.

He was beginning to suspect far, far more had been going on than they had assumed, even more so than just a whole town in distress no one had known about. After all, they had images of Pariah Dark, and the entity they’d seen last night didn’t match that description.

They also had no description of Phantom, though what few bits of information they’d found on him described the ghost as appearing to be a teenaged boy. Oracle had found one particularly poetic fan of the ghost boy who described him as having “hair made of starlight” and “piercing peridot eyes” that could describe the entity they’d seen last night. Batman got Clark’s attention as he went back to the currently silent group chat.

Batman: Are we sure Pariah Dark is still the Ghost King?

Clark’s eyes grew huge as he read the message. He whipped out his own communicator and tapped out a message he didn’t send, but held up the screen for Batman to read. “It sounds like at least one of them choked out there.”

Batman nodded, it was the base assumption this whole fiasco was hinging on. But if Pariah Dark had managed to escape from and be sealed back into the Sarcophagus of Eternal Slumber without a single magic user being the wiser, was it not also possible he lost his crown in the process? And if the new king, likely Phantom, hadn’t been officially crowned yet even if the title had passed on, again how would anyone know? And if he is in fact the chick of this god egg, could not that simply have been one of his trials?

Wonder Woman: There is a strong possibility that Pariah Dark lost his crown to Phantom, who is the actual chick of this god egg. Wonder Woman: That does not change that he is currently asleep in Danny and can’t be removed without killing him. Batman: Since Phantom wasn’t in the Sarcophagus of Eternal Slumber, are we sure he was asleep? Constantine: It doesn’t matter! Constantine: We need to return the chick to it’s egg. Constantine: I’m sorry for this danny kid mate Constantine: I really am Constantine: But we can’t risk a bunch of gods being pissy about a missing chick. Cpt. Marvel: If I remember the brief earlier, isn’t Phantom a good guy? Cpt. Marvel: I doubt he’d want to hurt Danny if he can help it. Batman: We don’t have enough information to draw any conclusions on Phantom.

Clark held up his communicator with another message tapped out but not sent. “They’re doing a vote and a debate right now, half are for just sending Danny home and half want to find a way to get the king out of Danny.”

Batman sighed then, the dangers of having an even number of people in a mission. Sadly neither him nor Clark were knowledgeable enough to be taken seriously as the tie breaker.

[nanenna]

Ah, I kept thinking about this prompt and couldn't help myself! Please accept this little scene between the two bestest friends in all of DC.

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Bruce was sitting in his office, staring at his wall with unseeing eyes. His phone ringing is what finally snaps him out of it, the ringtone a familiar one. He pulls his personal cell and answers it tiredly, "Hello Clark."

"Bruce," Clark's strained voice rushes out, "I need to speak with you, are you free right now?"

Bruce had sat up straight the moment he heard Clark's voice, whatever was going on was very serious and needed Bruce's full attention. "Just a moment," he quickly switched over to his contacts and shot a short text to his secretary. "There, all freed up for the next hour."

"I'll be right over." Clark hung up before Bruce could respond, but it didn't matter. Bruce had just finished pouring a pair of tumblers full of sparkling water when Clark came in through his office window. And it was Clark, not Superman. Bruce couldn't help the anxiety rising in his chest, but he swallowed it down as Clark sat heavily in the seat across the desk. "What happened?"

"Surprise teenager on our doorstep last night."

"Another clone?"

Clark shook his head, "Lois had a kid she gave up for adoption, a little girl she couldn't take care of on her own back then. Fifteen years later…"

Bruce couldn't help his flinch, the same age Jason had been.

"… he shows up on our doorstep scared and looking like death warmed over. It seems there was some sort of attack in his hometown? Amity Park."

Bruce nodded, "The reconstruction is going well, though there was an unexplained explosion to a lab? Or a residence? Strange that it happened well after the attack was over." And that it was unclear what the building was, but Bruce had more important things to worry about.

"We thought he came looking for Lois because he had no where else to go and was afraid to go into the system, and of course we weren't going to turn him away. But the problem," Clark finally sat up, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the desk in a mirror to Bruce's tense posture, "is that when we looked into gaining his guardianship legally we ran into a problem. The boy, that is, Danny has a godfather. His parents left a will naming the man as their children's legal guadian if anything ever happened to them."

Bruce perked up, but Clark shook his head. Bruce closed his eyes in pain, how many more children?

"The thing is, when we asked Danny about his godfather his heart stopped."

Bruce's eyes flew open at that.

"It started again, thank heavens, but Bruce. He was so scared his heart stopped. I mean, his heart is weak, we desperately want to take him to a doctor but he's almost as terrified of going to a doctor as he is of this so called godfather, he's so scared and hurt and we don't want to break what little trust we have. But I think… it's just… so you know how I said he used to be she?"

Bruce nodded.

"He keeps touching his belly, especially when he's scared. And he's always scared."

Bruce's face lost all color, "Is he…?"

Clark shook his head, "I can't hear another heatbeat, either it's too early or it's… it's too late." They both sat in silence for a moment to let that little tidbit sink in. "It's possible he has a boyfriend back in Amity Park, teenagers aren't known for being especially careful about that sort of thing. But with how scared he is…"

"It's not a pretty picture," Bruce agreed. "Give me all the information you can," he said while digging out a pad of paper and pen from one of his desk drawers, "I'll send Reggie over to your place first thing in the morning."

Reggie Brown was the family law attorney Bruce kept on retainer just to handle his adoption addiction. Clark smiled in relief, "Thanks, Bruce."

Okay, we've seen Danny as SuperMans kid and Batmans.

What about Lois Lane?

Maybe Lois had Danny when she was too young to want to be a mom. So she puts him up for adoption.

She didn't expect to be called years later about the child she had to give up.

The baby girl she only seen once is now a traumatized teenage boy whose adoptive family and friends were all killed.

And that werid Old billionaire seems to snooping around her boy for some reason.

[becaexists]

Volta Family Headcanons

Before I post the fic tomorrow (technically today but y'know), I would like to present my Volta family headcanons! Some of them are a bit silly, while others are what I'm using as canon in the universe of my fics (yes I'm going to write more than one), so enjoy!

First of all, names, ages (as of September 2022), birthdays and star signs: Raphael, 45, June 9th, Gemini Angelo, 42, September 1st, Virgo (this is canon info and what I'm basing everything else off of) Seraphina, 39, July 27th, Leo Evangeline, 32, May 8th, Taurus Michael, 28, November 7th, Scorpio

Heights: Raphael is 6'0, Angelo is 6'2, Seraphina is 5'10, Evangeline is 5'5, and Michael is 6'5 Here is a visual comparison of them all in age order

Nicknames for each other: Raphael - Raphe/Rafe; Angelo - Angel, Angel Major; Seraphina - Phin, Sera, Sienna (middle name), Nenna, Nenny; Evangeline - Eva, Angel Minor; Michael - Micha

Childhood: Angelo and Phin were close as teenagers and used to watch romcoms together before their father began to subject them both to worse and worse experiments; Raphe helped around when Eva was born, but by the time Micha was born, he was sick from experiments to the point he could barely move, so Phin had to take care of them both as well as comfort her older brothers as their mother was unable to function and their father was too focused on experimenting on the eldest two; When their father would force Angelo to attack Raphael, Seraphina would attempt to restrain him, screaming at him to stop; Raphael left home at 20, Angelo left 18 to study bioengineering, Phin left on her 17th birthday to become a model and later actress in the UK, changing her name to Sienna Voltaire, Eva and Micha left when they were 19 and 16 to go live with their sister before moving back to the states once they had recovered.

Recent events: Seraphina is the only one to marry and settle down, and Angelo was the only one of her siblings that attended her wedding; Seraphina has two kids, Lucia(7) and Cassius(6 months), and three dogs, Lady (Border terrier), Oliver (large terrier and greyhound mix), and Angel(blonde rescue collie); Evangeline followed in her sister's footsteps, becoming an actress and later a playwright after returning to the US; Michael works as a video game programmer and 3D animator, as well as teaching computer science for free online; Angelo and Phin have monthly calls where they check in on one another, Angelo is the only uncle actively in her kids' lives.

Podcast: Phin and Raphael listen to the podcast when they can, Eva listens to it but tries to skip over Angelo's parts, Micha does not know it exists but if he did, he would listen to it while he worked

That's all of them for now! Reminder this all my personal headcanon apart from what has been said in the show, if you have any differences in opinion on what the Volta siblings are like please share them with me, I love speculating (and talking about Angelo)

[pleasureactivism]

An Annotated Playlist to Accompany Your Reading of Pleasure Activism

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2eoQwDJipqb2BpIZqCIscQ?si=bRg4s4uhSqOXw02Ai2Pc2Q

In Section Three: A Circle of Sex, there is an essay, a compilation of interviews, titled “The Highs, Lows, and Blows of Casual Sex.” Upon reading this title, I immediately thought of one of my favorite songs at the moment, “High Highs to Low Lows” by Lolo Zouaï. I put this song on while I read this essay, and while not directly about sex, the concept of peaks and valleys really resonated with the text. “High Highs and Low Lows” set the mood for me to engage with “The Highs, Lows, and Blows of Casual Sex,” not just because of the lyrics but also the multidimensional sound and authenticity and vulnerability of Zouaï’s voice. Singing in both English and French, she covers so many deeply human feelings, from sexy to vulnerable, cocky to depressed, sensual to silly. Intentionally pairing this song with this reading (instead of just putting a random playlist on shuffle) gave me the idea of creating a playlist- this book needs a soundtrack, which I have attempted to create below. 

A compilation of R&B, hip hop, pop, Latinx music and some 1970s Black feminist icons (namely, Nina Simone and Diana Ross), most of these songs are performed by people that identify as women of color, partly because that is in line with Pleasure Acitivism which “center[s] the experiences of Black women” and partly because that is what I often find myself listening to. However, as was true for adrienne maree brown and her book, this soundtrack “includes a few voices that are not Black or women-identified but that I trust in the human experience of finding pleasure beyond oppression” (brown 5). This playlist was inspired by and accompanied much of my reading of much of Pleasure Activism, shifting and growing as I read, enhancing the experience and adding meaning to both the text and the music. The songs in the soundtrack can be listened to while reading any section of the book, but there are some that deal directly with themes of the book, and for those I have identified a “pairing,” or specific essay or section that I recommend pairing with that song. The songs on the soundtrack are in the order of the recommended paired sections. It should be noted that given the time frame of this project and the fact that I am simultaneously finishing up my undergraduate senior thesis, I was only able to annotate a select few of the songs on the playlist, but in no way are the songs that are not described any less important, relevant, or magical. 

Oh My God by Sevdaliza 

Pairing: “The Legacy of ‘Uses of the Erotic,’ A Conversation with Cara Page” OR the Introduction to Section One, “Who Taught You to Feel Good?”

I originally added this song to the playlist because of its sound, described in one article as “a blend of trip-hop, avant pop, and electronica,” and its lyrics about self-discovery, realization, hope and dreams (Ingvaldsen 2020). Savdalize asks “Who should I be?” and notes that “I view myself from above/Roamin’ in the fields of hope/Will it make or break me/As my dreams are heavy, they outweigh me.” These comments about her exploration of self and the intensity of her dreams initially led to its inclusion on the playlist. However, after finding an interview with Sevdaliza, I realized just how crucial this song is for Pleasure Activism’s soundtrack. She is Iranian Dutch and a refugee who, according to the interview, “acnkowledg[es] the oppressive regimes and institutions of the world in an effort to reflect peace and solidarity through her aural artform” (Ingvaldsen 2020). In the interview, Sevdaliza says she “believe[s] in collective energy,” a concept not only explored in Pleasure Activism but also in our course throughout the semester. Additionally, she says that “heritage stands for a gift of profound insight, wisdom, and love. My heritage to me is like an inner-oracle. The one who knows. It is a mesmerizing voice, that becomes more clear as I am close to my authentic self. My heritage also connects me with deep feminine instincts; the wise woman within” (Ingvaldsen 2020). This connection to her heritage and ancestors reminded me of brown’s exploration of her own “personal pleasure lineage” and encouragement that her readers do the same (brown 21). Sevdaliza says, “our voices are meant to be heard, our stories meant to be shared,” a concept embodid by brown in Pleasure Activism. 

Feeling Good by Nina Simone 

Pairing: “The Sweetness of Salt, by Alexis Pauline Gumbs”

Video by India.Arie

Pairing: “Pussy Power, by Favianna Rodriguez”

Formation by Beyoncé

Pairing: “Wherein I Write about Sex” OR “The Pleasure of Living at the Same Time as Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter”

“High Highs to Low Lows” by Lolo Zouaï

Pairing: “The Highs, Lows, and Blows of Casual Sex”

How Deep Is Your Love (feat. Yebba) by PJ Morton 

Pairing: “Feelmore, A Conversation with Nenna Joiner”

Girls Need Love (with Drake)- Remix by Summer Walker

Pairing: “Liberating Your Fantasies” or “The Highs, Lows, and Blows of Casual Sex”

Girls Need Love is a seductive, passionate, and honest piece in which Walker creates a personal narrative about her desires for sex and love while also grappling with the double standard that “girls” can’t be sexually liberated. She pushes back against the societal norms that “girls can’t never say they want it/girls can’t never say how/girls can’t never say they need it/girls can’t even say now.” She also stresses that her desire for casual sex is okay, a topic which brown analyzes in Highs, Lows, and Blows of Casual Sex” (“I don’t need a reason baby/Please don’t get in your feelings���). Another soulful R&B track, this song has a simple production with a main focus on the vocals. 

BROWN SKIN GIRL (feat Blue Ivy Carter) by Beyoncé, Saint Jhn, Wizkid 

Pairing: “The Pleasure of Living at the Same Time as Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter” OR “Wherein I Write about Sex” OR “Black Woman Wildness by Junauda Petrus”

Q.U.E.E.N. (feat. Erykah Badu) by Janelle Monáe

Pairing: “Fly as Hell, A Conversation with Sonya Renee Taylor”

Multi-Love by Unknown Mortal Orchestra

Pairing: “On Nonmonogamy” 

Multi-Love is a song about polyamory, full of intimacy, vulnerability, and even discomfort and torment. Despite these intense feelings that are on display in Ruban Nielson’s (the lead singer’s) voice and in the lyrics, the instrumental aspect of the song is lighter and catchy, consisting of an upbeat keyboard tune and light, quick drum beats. These components come together to create a non-pretentious, spiritual, futuristic song that touches on many of the same topics as Pleasure Activism. For example, he talks about god, asking, “who is your god? Where is she?” Similarly, adrienne maree brown said that she “think[s] a lot about what god is, how god is, and where we are relating to and running from and surrendering to god” (brown 7). He sings about transitioning between single-love and multi-love (“We were one, then become three”), which reminded me of brown’s comments that “nonmonogamy tends to suit [her] best, even if [she is] occasionally focused on one lover” and her further analysis of multi-love in the subsection “On Nonmonogamy” (brown 8, 409). And finally, he talks about alludes to the non-binaryness of gender: “she doesn't want to be a man or a woman” (though the use of the pronoun “she” is somewhat troubling in this case). All in all, this song that is somehow at once crystal clear and mysteriously muffled belongs on the soundtrack because of its soulful, groovy nature, relevant lyricism and personal discovery about love, spirituality, vulnerability, and meaning. As a side note, I also felt like it fits well because Ruban Nielson’s delivery has been compared to that of Prince’s, who brown dedicates the book to. 

The Other Woman by Nina Simone

Pairing: “Being Second”

Golden by Jill Scott

I’m Coming Out by Diana Ross

Universe by Ambar Lucid

La Negra Tiene Tumbao by Celia Cruz

Pairing: “On Fear, Shame, Death, and Humor, A Conversation between the Rocca Family and Zizi” OR “On the Pleasures of Wardrobe, A Conversation with Maori Karmael Holmes”

Beyond being an absolute Afro-Cuban and Latin music icon, and the Queen of Salsa, Celia Cruz is known for her fashion style; she always had on colorful wigs, sequins, crazy high heels, and incredible makeup (for this reason her song is paired with “On the Pleasures of Wardrobe”). This song was chosen because of its multifaceted nature; it spans the genres of jazz, salsa, reggae, and hip hop. She talks about the style, attitude, swag and sexiness of a black woman (in Spanish). Igniting the spark of pride in Latinx and Black identities for many, “La Negra Tiene Tumbao” is a timeless anthem about being proud of who you are, embracing blackness, and never moving out of the way for anybody. 

Pelo Suelto by Gloria Trevi 

The Pleasure Principle by Janet Jackson

February 3rd by Jorja Smith

Satisfaction Guaranteed by Junglepussy

This song is lush and deep as it envelopes you into its mesmerizing tune. Junglepussy’s slow, intense words of confidence and encouragement to feel fully, both spiritually and physically, wash over the listener like a wave (“Yeah, I’m the brown hottie with the body, looking like Rum Spice… Relax, as the aura ease you/In the flesh, let the physical please you”). 

Soul Liberator by Kraak and Smaak feat. Sanguita

Feeling Myself by Nicki Minaj feat. Beyoncé

Cranes in the Sky by Solange 

Hurry by Teyana Taylor feat. Kanye 

Mujer Latina by Thalía

A Quién Le Importa by Thalía

I’m Every Woman by Whitney Houston 

                                                           Works Cited

Ingvaldsen, Torsten. “Sevdaliza Returns With New Protest Song ‘Oh My God.’” HYPEBEAST, HYPEBEAST, 30 Jan. 2020, hypebeast.com/2020/1/sevdaliza-oh-my-god-single-stream-premiere.

LS

[evermorebaby]

tagged by @mileystewart

rules : answer 17 qs & 17 people u wanna know better

nickname : jenny/ jenna/ nenna/jenny penny /jennifer lawrence (anniston, garner etc etc) jen, fario, fer n fer

zodiac sign : we an aqua baby

height : like 5”2

hogwarts house : hufflepuff

last thing i googled : “average amount of coffee put in a mug”

song stuck in my head : white mercedes by charli

following : 410

followers : 3513

amount of sleep i get : like 7 hrs ??

lucky numbers : 23 🤪

dream job : honestly dont know sjsjwj it could be writing it could be art 🤷‍♀️

wearing : my night things,, aka a t shirt

favourite songs : hnnggg vienna, afterglow, suburbia and s&c

instruments : i mean i used to play guitar

random facts : i once cut myself w safety scissors

aesthetics : being in love w fucking everything

tagging : @youfitinmyspookypoem @llikestarlight @re-pu-ta-ti-on @jumpthensfall @spoookyswift @spookybleachella @ghoulathome @rainbowdress @bees-blog @hugeselenatorswiftie @holygrcunds @shakeitoffline @speaknow @sparkisfly @loverdeluxe @poptartswift @dennys

[nanenna]

I think a lot of the confusion with new writers is quite a few of them don't seem to know WHEN to break up paragraphs. Using the previous character names for example, I've read a lot of fics that would have a paragraph about Peony doing something but end with Diana saying something. Then the next paragraph would start with Peony saying a line, one or both of them doing something, then end with Diana saying something.

Those are INCREDIBLY hard to understand, I often have to go back and re-read two or three paragraphs over again to try and figure out which dialogue goes with who, who does what, where they are in the scene, and quite frankly: it's exhausting. I'll give up eventually, no matter how much I'm enjoying the premise or like the characters.

So here's a quick tip: always have the actions and the dialogue match up with the character doing it, start a new paragraph when a different character does something. Yes, even when it's a reaction to the thing being said.

Will this lead to a lot of short paragraphs in dialogue heavy sections?

Yes.

But the clarity is worth it.

Besides, it's best and easiest to read if there's a variety to paragraph sizes. Long, description heavy sentences/paragraphs during action light sections work, they paint a scene and allow the reader time to admire the scenery and leisurely enjoy the writer's poetic prose. Short sentences/paragraphs for action heavy sections. They really help illustrate a fast pace to keep the reader moving along.

A short section between long ones really pops.

They grab attention, often making the reader sit up and take notice. One lovely example is just a single "Oh." by itself as its own sentence and paragraph. You can really drive it home by adding an "Oh." by itself all alone as the next sentence/paragraph. There are so many options and ways to play with the very structure of a piece of writing.

I think one of the big problems is most people start writing in school for assignments, things like essays. Fiction of any kind is not an essay, you have to unlearn the "scholarly voice" (as I like to call it) and really play around until you find your own "story-teller voice."

And believe me, it's worth it.

All I'm saying is, if a fic refers to characters by their physical attributes instead of their names or pronouns ("he smiled at the older" "the blonde laughed") when we know who the character is, and ESPECIALLY if the descriptions include "ravenette" or "cyanette" or other ridiculous words--

I'm clicking out of that fic so fast my AO3 history won't even register I've been there.

[thasorns-moved]

If you reaaaaaaaaaaally wanted to write that essay, you'd ignore tumblr and focus. But you love pain so... we'll give it to you~

Nenna, I swear to god 😂 STOP IT!

[inappropriatefangirlneeds]

Tag Game 

I was tagged by the wonderful @sunlitroom thank you ! =) 

I´m curious which one of the Greek plays has been your favorite? 

I´m doing the escapists diet version of this ;)

Are you a homebody? The world is a scary place and sometimes walls keep the scary out, sometimes it sneaks in through cracks and cables but ultimately inside is and always has been the safest place, or at least it feels like that  

What movies have you watched recently? Okay let me talk about the one recent Saturday where I turned on the TV snacking on some chocolate bunny just to look upon a mighty ship and some people in arrrrrrmazing clothes. Turns out they were airing “Crossbones“ (NBC) which is about pirates, the crown and tinkering around with clock smith tools. Or something like that I´m not quite sure which episode I turned in to but I watched around thee or four in a row. I couldn´t see the last two they aired but recorded them. I kind of really want to take the time to watch them, or try to find the english episodes online because it was  actually entertaining. It feels like they could have made a whole season out of two episodes, so it felt kind of rushed but maybe the german dub added to that feeling. 

It´s not Black Sails but while I´d really wanted to argue with some stuff (one of the) protagonist(s) said to her Kate Balfour is quite an interesting character in terms of writing a wife and at the same time a woman with agency (and it seems she´s not vilified for something other shows would treat her not well over, but there might be another icky trope playing into this, still need to watch more)  Nenna Ajanlekoko seems to be quite interesting as well. It seems one character has Agoraphobia, and while at first this causes some wounds ir seems there´s quite some understanding for her needs (but that´s about where I stopped watching), addiction to opiates is a topic (and they mirrored the internal struggle of yesORno to the relieve provided in an external yes and not that come from different protagonists for various reasons) 

> Also with the non pirate protagonist  Tom Lowe I kept thinking I knew the actor, but could just think of  Michael Sheen and it wasn´t him... turns out it was  Richard Coyle [or as I know him CAOS´ delightfully awful Faustus Blackwood]

> Oh and John Malkovich plays Edward Teach, aka "Blackbeard" in need of some hair dye.  

What are you doing for self care?  I, despite point one, actually for once was actually looking forward to something involving the outside and other people and I built it up in my head as something that would potentially build up my hurt self (esteem) back again and patch me somewhat up after some really not so great experience, so I had a moment of “woe is me” when  An event you were looking forward to that got cancelled Technically the event wasn´t cancelled just the particular Pen&PaperRPG I had applied and got a spot for but, despite thwarted selfcare attempt I was glad that I could play it safe and stay in without having to cancel myself. It was just about that time where nothing was locked but it increasingly looked like that´s what probably should be done. 

What music are you listening to? What´s been added to this and really got me sucked into a youtube hole the past weeks is Hank 3. That might have happened as a side effect of still not having seen "I saw the light" in which Tom Hiddleston plays Hiram "Hank" Williams. His grandson Shelton Hank Williams III  was not happy about that casting and I´m glad he complained cause I might not have started to listen to his music. Quite a delayed reaction but here we are finally. [Although I must certainly have known about Superjoint Ritual years ago, but I guess without being aware of Hank ...  buuuut my memory is crap] 

>> What I learned is more people should sing about Opossums. Hank doesn´t nearly sing as much about Possums as he should but there is at least:  Hank Williams III & Leroy Troy - “Possum In a Tree”  ~Possum in a tree looking at me, you know he´s living his life wild and free ~

>> Sometimes Shelton goes by (the horrible) SKELTON .. no not that  H3 "Country Heroes" that was Halloween ... that stuff with TPB Those Poor Bastards w/ Skelton - Black Dog Yodel the theatrics are just so I don´t know if I should say campy or extra but I love it ;D and I really like his voice in those Black Dog Yodel-Poor Bastards with HW III

>> That one is just really working for me  "Ghost to a Ghost"

>> And just a really neat Bop, I vaguely remember that one was the one where I really got into that YTHole  Hank III & Assjack "Tennessee Driver"

What are you reading? Hopefully more fanfiction when  I get around to but the next slot of likely uninterrupted time miiiight be reserved for finally watching the gotham finale .. I feel like I might be read for that now ^^ 

Apart from the recently mentioned GothamFics I had the chance to read the start of another and brand new compelling Daryl Dixon / Beth Greene mystery here: PYROLYSIS by Audriss  [What´s the other compelling mystery you ask, well of course: BY ANY OTHER NAME]

[system-architect]

CHARACTER ROLL CALL: Plex (ART BY SASHA which is, by the way, my phone background and has been so for months)

a sort of pathetic inquest underling who works IT and spends his days alternating between menial tasks and having to fix genuinely horrifying contraptions, plex is highly irritable, cowardly, impudent, has a bark bigger than his bite, panics at the drop of the hat, and is stubborn unless you threaten him in which case he might cry. he is mostly what it says on the tin. however, despite all this, plex has a particular history that is deeper than most know, and deeper than he even knows... connected by strings of fate and tragedy to some of the darker and deep mechanisms of asuran society, throughout the narrative he is introduced as a minor villain but ends up being taken on a wilder journey than he really ever wanted to be taken on. underneath it all, he’s actually a good person who is simply the victim of terrible anxiety and unfortunate circumstances out of his control. also, he sucks at videogames and is really mad about it.

B A S I C S

full name: unlike my other OCs who like going by nicknames, it’s just Plex!

Age: in realtime, he turned 22 a few days prior to me writing this

Height: probably about 3′0″

Build: skinny, to an unhealthy extent. his health issues cause him to have trouble with putting on weight

gender: trans man (non-transitioning as far as hrt/etc goes-- due to my particular HCs about asura biology, he already has an appearance and voice that most would attribute to masculine gender expression, so he feels no need to adjust himself physically)

sexuality: gay and desperate but simultaneously afraid of emotional vulnerability and physical contact

pronouns: he/him

O T H E R S

family: he’s the only child of his parents irk (dad) and nenna (mother); they got a divorce when plex was a teenager and irk has been mysteriously missing for awhile despite loving his son a lot. he’s a bit estranged from his mother because plex knows she hates the inquest and doesn’t want her to find out he is one

birthplace: somewhere near soren draa

job: works IT/tech ops/cybersecurity/engineering/what have you/Anything Computers for the inquest, and also, fetching coffee! he’s talented at what he does, but low ranking

phobias: loneliness, loss of things important to him, his secrets not staying secret, humiliation or being ridiculed and mocked/unnaccepted

guilty pleasures: he really likes cute things, like wearing different hairclips..... he sort of ashamedly likes putting clips w/ bows on them in his hair sometimes too but refuses to wear those in front of other people. he also has an old rat plushie who he’s really attached to and it’s a comfort object for him but again he will Never admit that to anyone

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: a mess that dips between true neutral, chaotic neutral, chaotic good, and neutral good.......

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: extroverted, surprisingly-- he acts hostile and withdrawn, but he’s just bad at socialization and has never really had good friends. he needs people for his health...

organized/disorganized: a mixture; he’s really good at organizing when he puts his mind to it and really understands how Systems Work but bc of bad self care and habits, his apartment and desk are total messes

close minded/open-minded: he’s a bit apprehensive about new things, experiences, and people

calm/anxious: anxious to an extremely. he has generalized anxiety disorder real bad

disagreeable/agreeable: disagreeable, he’s a very submissive person but he’ll still complain about things and initially be fickle/dissenting/hesitant until pressed. also he’s just plain kind of a dick

cautious/reckless: extremely cautious, but gets bursts of recklessness

patient/impatient: this is split-- he’s overall an impatient person but he can be very patient and tolerant when it comes to putting up with certain things or chasing certain longterm goals

outspoken/reserved: reserved, he’s a bit afraid to speak up

leader/follower: follower

empathetic/unemphatic: surprisingly empathetic, but doesn’t get to show it often

optimistic/pessimistic: a bit of a pessimist, sadly. he wants to be optimistic, but life hasn’t been particularly kind to him

traditional/modern: very modern, he’s onboard with everything shiny and new

hard-working/lazy: generally hard-working, but can definitely get lazy when a project doesn’t really Engage him

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

partner(s): none <:( he’s single and wanting to mingle but havin trouble with that

what they’re like as a friend/how they make friends/what their friend circle is like: he’s both hard and easy to befriend-- he’s used to ‘friends’ being nasty to him so it’s going to take a lot to get him to understand you’re a genuine friend who cares about him and doesn’t want to hurt him. once you have a strong bond with him and he trusts you, he’s surprisingly gentle and empathetic and a good listener. he’s still overall shy and pretty cowardly and can get snarky, but if he really cares about you you’ll be surprised at how often he might force himself to be braver in order to stand up for you

most unique or surprising personal relationship (whether friendship, family, etc..): he has a really bizarre dynamic with @the-arcane-eye‘s character inka. potential future frenemies, sort of?

mortal enemy/enemies: he’s got a lot of these, most of which he’s not aware of yet. he’s simultaneously afraid of the inquest while also working for them and misguidedly supporting them. anyone in a position of power over him terrifies him, really