#people just think it’s kinda cringe i think?

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 17

Remember when I said that ch 18 may take longer? Yeah, so I surprised myself- I thought the little fight sequence would kill me but I found a work around- kinda.

Here's ch 17, hope y'all enjoy!

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“Wait- you and Superman were friends? Ok, no- let me back track. You know Clark is Superman?” You asked, sipping on your Tedi drink as you stopped looking over Luthor’s plans for a Mars station. “This won’t be of any use, by the way- Mars is already populated, has a mind control parasite problem, and the Martians are quick to execute people.” Lex just laughs.

“Yes, we were. Yes, I know. No, I won’t tell you, it’s a story for another time. And I’m working on finding a diplomat for a treaty and on something to fix that little problem. Now, how did you know Clark is Superman?” You just shrug. “Not like he’s wearing a mask. Sure, the posture difference and the unfitted suits he wears helps, but if you look close enough at Superman it’ll be hard not to connect him to someone. And his face is too soft to be Bruce Wayne.”

"And I saw Lois kiss him." Luthor’s amused cackle got cut short as the doors to his office opened, Slade Wilson strutting in as if he owned the place. “How did-“ Lex almost hisses at the man, but Slade waves him off. “Does it matter? I’m already here.” The man smirks as he hands you the garment bag he was carrying, taking a seat in the other armchair near Luthor’s desk while watching you critique the work on your suit. “Ha! This looks brand new, thanks- oh this reminded me.”

You get up, swinging the closed bag over your shoulder. “I have to cut our gossiping session short, I have to go rob a billionaire. Don’t kill each other.” You snatch the pointer from Luthor’s desk, slashing your nails through the air to open a portal. “And up your security Alex!” Lex just cringes at the name, grunting in displeasure.

Slade finally turns to look at the bald billionaire. “So? Have you thought about my offer?” Luthor sighs as he slums in his chair, eye twitching at the assassin’s question, his fingers tapping the armrest. Of course he has. “You are assuming she’ll just accept it like nothing.” Slade just raises an eyebrow. “I’ll take the blame, don’t worry.”

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“So, who's in?” You grin widely as Rex and Amanda immediately raise their hands, mischief glinting in their eyes. “Alright- hey, calm down- why do you even want to go rob Bruce Wayne? I know you hate the guy but aren’t you afraid of Batman?”  Black Samson intervenes, the others looking at the board you produced out of thin air with pictures depicting the Wayne manor and Bruce Wayne with some drawn red horns and goatee.

“Well- it’s not technically stealing. I’m just taking my childhood stuff back. Mainly plushies.” You shrug. “Childhood stuff? You lived there?” Dupli-Kate voices what others are thinking, getting a simple yes. “Don’t get fooled by his fake clumsy act, the man is cold. And he was a deadbeat to me.” You pointed Luthor’s pointer at the Immortal. “No, I will not elaborate on my parental issues, and-“ You moved to point at Rudy when he opened his mouth. “Magic. Well, more of a pocket dimension I already had the board in.” You shrug. “Still used magic to teleport it here.”

“Can we go already?” Rex's whines are quickly followed by Monster Girl’s voice. “Yeah, I want to check rob the rich off my bucket list. And to try those cookies you keep raving about!” Samson sighs as he gets up, arms crossing looking like a disappointed father. “I can’t in good conscience let you do that. Immortal, back me up, man.” But it took one look at your unimpressed face for the spineless man to fold. “Well, if he was such a terrible father-“

“That decides it then!” You smile brightly, grabbing the message board and throwing it back into the pocket dimension. You quickly grab Rex and Monster Girl and fly away, not giving anyone else the chance to argue. “Jesus, do we weight anything to you?” Amanda grabs tighter onto you. “Nope. It’s like holding a couple of grapes.”

Samson’s eyes move from your departing figure to the ancient man, disappointment shining through as he sighs and shakes his head before going back to the GDA computer.

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“Can’t believe we almost got caught by the billionaire.” Amanda giggles as she eats another chocolate chip cookie. “I can’t believe the butler almost caught us! These are so good-” Rex groans, moaning as he too stuffs another cookie in his mouth. “Alfred’s highly trained, actually. Even if we were invisible, he probably still felt our eyes on him.” You shrugged, dangling your feet over the edge of the building you three sat on.

“That Bruce guy… he seemed quite wrecked when he passed by your door.” At Amanda’s worried words, you just brush her off. “He’s probably worried about it ruining his image or something.” Rex’s brows furrow as he looks at you. “What about your mom? You’ve never talked about her before.”

“Nobody asked before. But seriously- compared to Debbie, hell, compared to Eve’s mom, mine was doing it more out of duty. I loved her, I still do. She was a better parent than Bruce, but she still had her faults. Now that I know what a mom is truly like, I feel like I was more of a doll she occasionally played with when she was bored of men and work.”

“Damn. First your mom, then Wayne, now Omni-Man- you can’t catch a break, can you?” Monster Girl joked, trying to lighten the mood. You laugh and groan, eyes fixated on the stars. “Twice is a coincidence, three times is a curse, eh?” Your small talk is interrupted by the sound of your phone, the screen lighting up with a message from Mark only stating an address and to get there as fast as possible. “Well, the fun is over, I have to go. Let’s get you two home.” They both booed as they got up, making you laugh.

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You anxiously sat in a seat as the alien was starting up his spaceship, giving a small smile and thumbs up as the Thraxan asked about your comfortability. “Yeah. Thanks… Hey, how long until we get to Thraxa?” Mark asks, seemingly just as nervous. “Approximately six of your earth days.”

“Wicked.” You muttered sarcastically, eyes meeting Mark’s. “We so should have talked to mom face to face.” The older sibling sighs. “I mean- you got that teleportation magic stuff, you could always just check in with her once we get there, right?” You give a noncommittal hum as you pout. “Still feels wrong. Like a trap.”

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Tim Drake was staring at the video footage and audio recordings, playing the sound over and over again. “Can’t believe the fuckers went through my stuff.” Keeps on being repeated by the Sorceress as two others help her throw plushies and paintings through a Lazarus green portal. His eyes move to the clock. Four in the morning, and he has been awake for about a day. His eyes moved to the only picture they seemed to find of you, the one Alfred had ran around the house with, before his eyes moved back to your figure on the screen.

He puts the coffee mug on the table while he gets up, going straight into the elevator. He was hallucinating. He must be. You were a normal kid and he was tired, and in distress, he was seeing things, associating The Sorceress with his little sister because they were two unknowns. Yes. Definitely that and not because he was in denial. Granted, Tim was tired enough not to see another figure looming in the shadows. So, he wasn’t lying to himself fully.

By the next morning, everyone in the manor found out there was missing stuff from your old room, and while Tim was sure that he was awake then, he had no proof of anything he saw. No footage, no voice recordings, nothing. His eyes drifted to Damian’s seemingly annoyed but unbothered expression, rubbing at his eyes after the younger boy gave him a smirk. Damian’s face was as blank as ever. Tim decided to get more sleep. He has to be seeing shit.

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While Nuolzot was trying to wake up your brother gently you just grabbed your pillow and whacked it across his face, making the young adult wake up screaming, fists raised ready for a fight. “We’re here sleeping beauty.” You snicker at his expression, moving in synch with him once he’s by your side, completely ignoring his mumbles.

When the door of the spacecraft opens you both flinch at the sound of the Thraxans exclaiming greetings and cheers. You both awkwardly waved. “Oh, don't mind them. Come. The monarch wants to meet you at once.” Mark and you simply follow the alien as you look around. “Wait, what exactly about this planet needs saving? Where are the meteors?” The man asks only to be answered with confusion. “Meteors? What meteors?” You give Mark a look before turning back to Nuolzot, speaking with just as much confusion. “Uh- the ones that are supposedly killing billions?” This was definitely a trap.

“Oh, yeah, those meteors. You know, must be a touch of dementia.” The alien shrugs nervously. “We age much quicker than you humans, you know. Uh, don't worry, the monarch will explain all.” The Thraxan quickly ushers you two towards the staircase, nudging you to bow politely. “Your Majesty. May I present Invincible and Sorceress of Earth.”

You look at Mark with a face that clearly shows how tired you already are of this madness. But nonetheless, you kneel alongside your brother, only looking up when a familiar voice greets you both. As your eyes meet the monarch your brows furrow. “Oh, you mother-“

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[nat-20s]

Superman, and to some extent just plain ol' Clark Kent, I think read as like. EXTREMELY approachable, shockingly so for a celebrity. I bet sometimes people call for help from him, in a quiet, tired voice, not because they need an immediate rescue but rather a different kind of assistance. It's usually done as a long shot, maybe even regarded as feeling silly like oh yeah call on the famous alien superhero I'm sure he'll show up to hear me whine about my problems.

But when he can? He absolutely does. He'll fly to your window and gently knock and you're like uhhhh do you? Want to come in? And he's like 'if that's all right with you, but I can also stay out here if that makes you more comfortable.' and you're like no no come on in do you like tea? And he's like you know what I would love some tea. So you kind of cringe and ask if microwaving the water is okay bc you don't have a kettle and he snorts and says do I sound English to you? Microwave is more than fine.

So you're standing there waiting for the water to heat up staring at the microwave blankly bc what the fuck, superman is just in your apartment on a Tuesday night???? And you decide to breach the silence asking "not that it's not cool that you're here, but I kinda didn't think you would show up?? I mean, don't you have more pressing things to do?"

He shrugs and just says "It's a quiet night and you sounded pretty upset." So you just nod and finish up the tea. After you bring it to him he takes a sip, smiles, and says "so? What can I do for you?"

And you're like "Honestly? Probably nothing. I just...I lost my mom last week. It was just her and me growing up, and she got sick, and I don't know what to do, and I'm just sad and scared and fucking angry, so fucking angry, angrier than I've ever been, and overwhelmed, and I need help but I don't know what kind of help I need and I'm so sorry to dump this all on you, I mean, shit, you're Superman, not, like, a therapist, why did I even ask, you can go, I'm sorry-"

And he gently lays out a hand for you to take, should you so choose, and you do, and wow that's comforting, holy shit, he's warm but not uncomfortably so, and he interrupts your spiral to say, "I'm glad you called for me. I want to be here. And I'm sorry for your loss, death and grief are both really fucking hard."

You kind of laugh through your tears and say "I didn't think Superman swore. Or even knew the word 'fuck'." And he kind smiles at you in a shockingly dopey and personable way that you've never seen before and goes, "I try not to, in the suit, but I figure these are extenuating circumstances. Just don't let the Daily Planet know?"

And this gets another laugh out of you and you go "Yeah because talking to reporters is one of my main hobbies. Extra extra read all about it, Superman said the fuck word while trying to comfort me about my mom dying, and this is how I repay him"

"Oof, it sounds worse when you put it like that."

There's a moment of companionable silence, before you take your hand out of his to put your face in both of them and just say "What the hell do I do now?"

Superman sets aside his mug to focus fully on you, and it makes you feel awful and seen at the same time. "Short answer? Whatever you need to. Long answer, for the more technical side of things, I have some lawyer contacts that volunteer for this sort of thing, helping you sort out all the documents and what not for free. I'll get you in touch. Lord knows death can't be hard enough on it's own, there's also all the paperwork."

You let out a snotty half chuckle half choke sound. "There really is so much goddamn paperwork."

"As for the emotional side, you take it one day, or even one hour at a time. Everyone responds to grief differently, and I think there's almost no wrong way to proceed. If you need to just mourn for a while, do so, if you need something else to focus on, that's fine too."

You lift your face out of your hands and raise an eyebrow. "Almost no wrong way?"

He shrugs and smiles. "I'm best friends with Batman, I've seen some wrong ways to handle things."

You laugh once again, but the laughs quickly dissolve into sobs, and he offers a hug which you gladly accept. It proceeds like that for a while, you sobbing in Superman's arms, which will feel surreal tomorrow, but for now seems like the only course of action.

He stays for a good two hours, listening to your stories and talking through things with you, until his attention suddenly and rapidly shifts to something you can't here or see. You tell him to go, and when he asks if you'll be alright, you say probably not but I'm okay right now, and then he gives you a number, and you have a direct texting line to fucking Superman?????

You don't text him often, but he does come by every few months, and tells you how proud of you he is, just for surviving, just for being, and you realize that he's just a guy, after it all, doing his best too, and you kind of dorkily tell him your proud of him as well, and he gives a smile so big that you feel just a little bit better about the universe overall.

You don't know that you are one of four people he has done this for in just this week. You would not feel any less special for it. But you do not know.

[pixlokita]

Weretrap Oz becomes town’s local urban legend hanging out by the mill

[chocobje]

you are the least autistic of the people I follow, if I make a Dandy’s world oc is it or is it not taboo to have an established character have the tiniest of crushes on my oc?

Asked by a genuinely curious (very autistic) person, please do you have any idea? I have messages open btw if you don’t feel good answering this on your blog.

Thank you in advance, even if you don’t do it. Sorry for putting you in an awkward situation.

love your work btw ❤️

Okay first off, I'm not autistic 😭

Second, dunno personally idrc what other people do aslong as it doesn't harm anyone or themselves. Self-shipping or making canon characters have a crush on your OC is perfectly fine. OC x Canon doesn't hurt anyone. My moots do it, my friends do it. It's all for fun. Be cringe be free.

[wishchip106]

imaging Erik making a chess board for Charles the day before cuba so he can surprise him with it after they defeat Shaw

he sculpted each piece perfectly using the skills Charles taught him and even engraved a message on the back of board that only he and Charles could understand

a few weeks after Charles was released from the hospital he finds the board tucked away in the closet they shared together

he flips the board over to reveal the message “Rage and Serenity” engraved into it with a small heart at the end

Charles puts the board back where he found it and never looked at it again for eleven years

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I’ll make you get canceled and called part of a harassment campaign for not being friends with a guy who kind of sucks

[ganondoodle]

utterly random late night panic thoughts but

if you read my zelda comic and like it i love and appreciate you but i really do need to be upfront about it being very much a self indulgent enemies to lovers story with a villain at the center that has done bad but isnt bad at his core and is struggeling to come to terms with the fact that he doesnt actually want to be the evil beast he and almost everyone else believes he should be

yes im one of those people ... fake villain fans or something ... i think .. i dont know the rules to that ... q-q

[postmail]

i love it when people give them this type of dynamic... silly whimsical old man + the baffled yet fond teenage boy who just. loves his weird ass cousin/uncle/grandpa(/dad??) so much he would throw away everything for his goofy ass. i sure do hope nothing happens to split these two bagginses up!

[nitro502]

My top 3 favorite Sonic characters at different times in my life

When I was a kid:

1. Tails

2. Knuckles

3. Sonic

As a teen:

1. Knuckles

2. Tails

3. Amy

In college:

1. Amy

2. Tails

3. Sonic

Now:

1. Tails

2. Sonic

3. Shadow

[birdmenmanga]

birdmutuals be honest. would you like to have a discord draw session sometime. doesn't have to be about birdmen obviously

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Embrace cringe. Accept that there is fun to be had in it. Write the most out of character cracked up bullshit known to man and laugh yourself silly while doing so. Life is far too short to be worrying about things like “this character wouldn’t say that”

[monarchisms]

i wanted to make a (slightly more) proper post to explain why rooster teeth decided to just leave their main twitter up as an archive, but the thing is: i don't know why they did that. almost nobody does!

they just edited their bio and dipped!

funhaus and dogbark's account bios updated to say the same thing, that they're still posting on instagram and tiktok, and the stinky dragon account made a proper tweet about it with the additional social media platforms they're on, but all of these accounts offer no information as to why they're now inactive on twitter. a guess i have is that it's a combination of their engagement numbers just naturally declining over time and the mountain of issues twitter has as a platform, especially after musk took over. however, these are just my personal speculations because rt seems so allergic to sharing anything with their audience lol

[roadkilledretard]

rough draft

[sionnach-uaine]

So having beaten DMC 2 (as Dante), I can finally say I Get It Now

[mylove-thresher]

I keep trying to post shit I been drawing lately BUT I CANT. I CANNOT BRING MYSELF TO. THE WORMS INSIDE MY HEAD DO NOT APPROVE OF THEM. I CANNOT FUCKING DRAW. PUT ME DOWN. I DONT FEEL THE SILLY IN ME.

[cyberangelsoftware]

man i dont think middle school me would ever think id turn out like this. kind of crazy