#poor little tip

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #142 Part 2

His parents had spent years working on their portal, to the point where they were neglecting their own children. Danny didn’t know any better, neither did Jazz. To them it was just how their family ran and for the most part it worked for them. It allowed Danny to really study space and the Stars. His room was covered with different ship models on the shelves, glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and posters on the walls.

Jazz had similarly explored her own thoughts and topics as she studied Psychology. Her room was more feminine but still had a certain scientific decorum to it.  

He never thought that he’d suddenly be ripped from all the things he loved. But here he was with the trench coat man, instead of taking some biology class or something.

“What happened with the portal?” Danny asked.

The man took a long sigh, “listen… quite a lot of shit went down after your accident.” 

“That tells me nothing,” Danny glared at the man.

“I get your upset kid, but let me at least know your name. Mine's John Constantine,” 

“…Danny,” Danny muttered after a moment. He wasn’t sure he trusted the man but he guessed he had no choice. He was also noticing he felt a bit off, it was the weirdest gut feeling and Danny was having trouble telling exactly what the feeling was. It was like the feeling was telling him to trust John, although at the same time John had this weird feeling about him that had Danny feeling weary. He decided to trust John just a little, hopefully it got him back home, after a moment Danny spoke again, “…Can you at least tell me if the portal worked?”

The room was silent for a moment and then John spoke “Alright, fine, I’ll tell you what happened but some background first, do you know who the ancients are?” 

The name didn’t sound familiar, “Ancients? Like Ancient Aliens or something?” 

“No, no…” John took a swig from a flask in his pocket and then started fiddled with an unlit cigarette he pulled from a different pocket. He then looked Danny up and down, “You don’t know the first thing about the infinite realms do you?”

“The what?” None of this was making any sense and the more Danny talked to this guy the more he was getting a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Something about this conversation felt wrong, like Danny should know all of this already but he just didn’t. 

“Right well… I guess the easiest way to explain this is the portal your parents made was to the infinite realms.” John said, putting the cigarette in his mouth.

“My parents called it the Ghost Zone.” Danny muttered.

John seemed to chuckle at that, “I mean it is mainly inhabited by ghosts, however they aren’t the only ones, far from it in fact. I’m sorry but… I couldn’t allow your parents unlimited access to the realms. I had to disable it and prevent it from being reactivated.”

Danny felt a little disheartened after hearing that, he guessed John was probably right though. He remembered hearing his parents talk about how they’d dissect every ghost they found to study them. The bully’s at his school often bullied Danny over it especially after his dad and mom would continually embarrass him on parent teacher nights and on field trips.

Danny let out a small sigh, “so when can I go home?”

John looked a little surprised, his eyebrow quirked up, “so you're unaware of your situation right now?”

“Situation?” Danny trailed off, he remembered getting shocked and then he remembered waking up here, “where are we?”

John let out another sigh, “shit, well from my research you're supposed to know everything about your powers when you wake up.”

This made no sense to Danny, powers? Danny didn’t have powers, he didn't have the meta-gene.

“Powers? I don’t have the meta-gene. I think you have the wrong person.” Danny stated as he folded his arms in front of himself.

“Then how are you floating?” John asked with a smirk.

Danny looked down and he indeed was floating just an inch off the bed, he wondered when that started but the feeling threw him off a little as he stumbled a little trying to keep himself upright. It didn’t work and he fell back down on the bed with a little thud. He turned to see John watching him with a small hint of amusement in his eyes. 

“What am I?” Danny asked, his voice small and a little panicked.

“You, Danny Fenton, are an Ancient. I know the term makes it seem like you're old but the term is more because your people are ancient in age.” The explanation made no sense to Danny but he could somehow float now. He thought the term ‘Ancient’ was a little much for some floating powers.

[bafflement]

The musical episode of the Deaged AU Reblogging this one because it's utterly hilarious.

Ozqrow Day 7 - Alternate Prompt - Love Letters

... imagine this as the musical episode of the deaged AU. I know that I am...

Tip: Write me a message that comes from the heart

Is this an ending or merely a brand new start?

For you and I, maybe one day we'll fly

Away from the war, away from it all

Just to be free to choose a destiny that isn't the same

I feel it's calling our name, though I know that we can't

This wasn't your fight, it was never your war

Yet you still stand beside me, we've been through it all

And we're standing still, in a way, at least...

Both of us changed here, though you not as much

I long for your kiss and the sense of your touch

But I can't reach the distance that time itself placed

Between us now, not yet, but maybe one day

I still need to wait to grow up, to be adult again

You don't have to wait, I've seen that look in the eye

Of someone who sees you, you never needed to stay

Loyal to me, you know. Maybe he can give you

Everything that I can't, right now?

All that I want is you to be happy, maybe this

Can give you a taste of that, for awhile?

I wouldn't blame you, I could never grudge

You that, I love you too much.

My heart is my message, it's scrawled on my soul

Whichever fragment of it that's still me

And not someone else, at least, that much is yours

And it always will be.

Qrow: Oh pen me a missive that's written in stone

Not flesh and blood, not skin and bone just yourself

For that's all that I wanted... don't you know

That I'll wait until Remnant falls, nothing else matters

To me, not at all, only you. Well, that isn't quite true...

The kids matter too, and our friends, them as well

Though maybe not Jimmy, as much

And if Glynda stopped glaring, she'd almost be pretty...

(Sorry, I know, I need to take this more seriously...

But poetry never was my thing, pocket sized...)

Anyway... you have to know that I love you, that I always have

I don't care about Clover, not really at least

At the most he'd be temporary and I think that

I'd fast find him too annoying for that...

I mean, he thinks you're a kid, and a real one at that

The man doesn't quite get context clues.

Maybe he took too many bumps to the head

This IS Atlas after all, you know what they're like...

Tip (Laughing): Okay yes, maybe we took this too far

An interesting semblance, though, one for the ages

I rather doubt though that the medium will take off...

How do we stop this thing, anyway, it needs to wear off?

Great. Oh I love you, my dearest Qrow

But this much is obvious, this much you know

That you matter to me more than I ever thought that you could

Or that I deserved, but this love that burns deep

Is too great a fire to put out. I think though

That maybe we'd better shut up, now

This is getting rather embarrassing, as

I'm pretty certain the others will never

Quite stop laughing at us as it is.

I'm just rather glad that Tai cannot hear

Or, oh Gods, if Raven could maybe she'd decide

That I'm not a threat, that I'm still on the side

Of the good guys, I still wish I knew why

She ran... ah well, maybe one day.

Qrow: Yeah, pocketsized, I think we need to be quiet

Not that that's easy for either of us

Maybe that's why it was us that got caught?

They found the person whose semblance it was,

They say maybe five minutes, a little less?

I just want to stop speaking in rhyme and in verse

Forget either of us, this thing is truly a curse...

[theallianceofcelestials]

Hiya! I'm planning on adding Killcode to my own fanfic soon, and I was wondering if you have any tips on how to write him? Like, little things such as how he may greet someone, or how he walks and stuff of the sort. I've never really written about him before, so I was wondering if you could give me any tips? You write KC pretty well, an your fanfics are particularly neat. If you can't, it's fine.

I'll admit, I don't know how much help I can be, but I'll try my best to help anyway! Also, thank you! :]

Welp depending on what body you use for Killcode, he's going to have paws, and digitigrade legs. So he's going to walk differently, because he's constantly on his toes. Which makes him faster supposedly, because there's extra force behind his steps.

He's also a dramatic piece of work, something I don't really utilise for him as much as I should, but he really was like "You rang?" while showing up behind people. So he's a dramatic theater kid

He also uses familial titles and such if you plan to add him in as a more familial figure, calling people around him his children or sons. This might have been a manipulation tactic in canon, so if you want to add in a more questionable KC, this might help

He has a really good sense of smell. Like he smelled Bloodmoon was two AIs. He can probably smell a bunch of stuff

He apeaks kind of formally? Or in a more outdated way? But only sometimes which makes him kind of weird. In canon he also speaks slow, probably because Reed had to take a moment between sentences to get back to such a deep voice, so I've seen people in other fanfics separate his sentences or half sentences with ... to show he takes a while

Deeper pitched voices are louder sometimes. If Killcode shouts, he's loud because of this. But he's a rather calm and collected individual despite being the homicide code, even in his villian arc. He's a great manipulator and an incredibly strong person

KC says he and Moon are two sides of the same coin. People often tend to forget Killcode is knowledgable when it comes to science and technology as well, he's just more focused on magical knowledge while Moon is the opposite

He's 20 feet tall. That's like 6+ meters. He's the size of a T-rex. So gravity weighs on him differently, and he can't fit into certain places. But despite this, he's probably the fastest out of them all, potentially only outrun by Ruin who was faster than a supercomputer firing lasers at him. He's also probably built like a tank, and hits like one too, so he's really the type of fighter that should not be possible, with probably very little weaknesses

He probably hunts rather well, which means he probably hunts the meat he cooks sometimes

Well, I hope I could be of some help at least! Wish you luck with your fanfic! Hopefully what I said here does fit with some of the context of it haha

[spotaus]

Late Night quick thing (New Age Sillies)

Bad news: That joke post about including Reset + Orchid is definitely not canon. (I legit got sad thinking about Reset being in a universe where Orchid isn't- because their stories are so so intertwined- but Nightmare 100% would NOT risk the whole twins exploding Error's soul thing.)

Good news: This means I COULD include Kane (Reset's older brother who usually dies in timelines where Reset is born) and use it to develope his character a bit more! Also! Perhaps a Blue × Dream kiddo is finally in the stars for me to design?

[hana-bobo-finch]

damnnn I hate it when tumblr doesn’t show me posts from my mutuals and I have to scour through their blogs to see what I missed. How barbaric. Especially hate it when I can tell my own posts aren’t being shown. Listen when I post I want EVERYONE to see it. Like look at this

It’s zasp as a larva 🥰🥰🥰ignore the fact that he is Actively Being Eaten

[bafflement]

I adore this. :O

Tip would cough sort of awkwardly at the questions.

"I'm not sure what I need, really, except maybe to go home? There are people there relying on me, if I stay, what happens to them? As for why, I'm, well, a child, there was an accident when someone tried to kill me. Something went wrong and now I'm this age? It's awkward, people keep treating me like an actual child, but I was thirty five a few months ago! As to if it's reversable, Ozymandias says no? Or at least, it wasn't meant to be when the failsafe was set up." He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly with one hand.

"What exactly is this place, anyway? Another universe?" His eyes light up and he looks fascinated, but there's a wistfulness in his expression still.

(Well at this point, I suppose I'll just let Tip speak to the man himself 😉)

Mr. Oz: I apologize. I've met a lot of children in my days, but I've never encountered this specific conundrum before. Please, let me know if you start to feel too... 'babied.'

As for getting home, we've had visitors like you before. Those from... Other worlds. Usually they are gone within a day or so, when we wake up they've simply vanished. I can only assume whatever force brought them here allowed them to return. Unfortunately, it seems to be a waiting game.

I'm terribly sorry to hear of the circumstances that led to your current predicament. That must have been rather traumatic...

As for where you are now, you are at Beacon of Hope- an organization I started to temporarily house children who don't have a home. You are more than welcome to stay here while you wait for your return trip home...

[i-llbehere]

[napping-sapphic]

Just did a certified Silly™️ and lightly burned the entire top of my hand😪😪😪

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Polyship Week 2024, Day Three: Reverse Tropes – Convinced Not Actually Dating (Modern AU)

It's Day Three of Valicer Polyship Week 2024, as presented by @polyshipweek, and we're up to an interesting prompt: "Reverse Tropes!" Basically taking a trope and switching it around into its opposite -- the classic "Only One Bed" becomes "Too Many Beds," for example. Now, I wasn't originally going to do this prompt for this day -- I was more interested in "Queerplatonic Partners," as I felt I could write something interesting about Smiler and Alice's dynamic within the OT3 for that one --

And then I ended up writing "someone is a jerk to one of OT3 for some reason, and gets theirs by the end of the story" fics for Alice (Valicer In The Dark version) and Smiler (Soulmates AU version) for Days One and Two of this particular week, and decided that I needed to do a third story on that theme from Victor's POV to round out the trilogy. And when I looked at the linked examples of "reverse tropes" provided by Polyship Week in their write-up on the prompt, I came across this list which included the reverse-trope "Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating." Pair that with various tumblr posts I've seen decrying people being "gatekeepers" when it comes to queer identities, and I quickly came up with a story where poor Victor gets harassed at his first Pride by a jerk who's convinced he's a "cis het faker" and can't believe he's dating Alice and Smiler. :( Sorry Victor -- I had a theme to keep to! And fortunately, as per that theme, he gets his at the end... Enjoy!

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“So – first Pride, I’m guessing?”

“What – oh, yes,” Victor said, smiling awkwardly but genuinely at his surprise conversation partner as they – they looked like a man, but Victor was not about to make that assumption at Pride – sidled up to him. “A-am I that obvious?”

“I can spot people like you a mile away,” the person replied, looking him up and down. “Ben – he/him, if you care.”

“Oh, thank you – Victor, he/him as well,” Victor introduced himself, offering a hand. “N-nice to meet you.”

“Yeah,” Ben said, giving him a rather perfunctory shake. Then again, Victor supposed a handshake was probably a bit formal for this setting… “What are you doing here?”

“Just t-taking in the sights – my partner insisted we come,” Victor explained, glancing around hoping to spot Smiler or Alice and wave them over. I know I told them I’d be fine on my own for a bit, but they’re both so much better at talking to people than I am… “I grew up in a rather, ah, r-repressed little village, so I never got to experience this before now. It’s been…” He paused, swallowing as someone walked by in a leather harness and not much else. “Enlightening.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Ben said, folding his arms. “Partner, huh?”

“Yes – I have two, actually, but Alice is as new to Pride as I am – oh, there they are!” Victor pointed at Smiler – resplendent in their non-binary stripes tee, favorite pair of worn black jeans, and bright yellow sneakers – and Alice – proudly decked out in a purple dress with white and black triangles along the skirt hem – standing by what looked like one of the merch tables. Smiler was holding something in their hand, showing something to an intrigued-looking Alice. “Those two, right there. They’re really into celebrating who you are.”

Ben looked over at them, then back at Victor with a raised eyebrow. “You came here with them?”

“Yes – my girlfriend and my themfriend,” Victor said, a warm glow suffusing his body as he watched Smiler gesture at the thing in their hand while Alice rocked thoughtfully on her heels. “They’re – they’re the best. I’m quite lucky to have them in my life.”

“...yeah, I’m calling bullshit on that.”

Victor blinked at the sudden harshness in Ben’s tone. “I – what?”

“I said, I’m calling bullshit on that,” Ben snapped, moving a little closer to Victor. “Fuck me – you really think you can just gesture at anyone in this place and say that they’re your partners? Especially those two?”

“I – uh – n-no?” Victor stammered, automatically reaching for a tie that wasn’t there. “I – t-those are my p-partners.”

“Sure. Sure.” Ben looked him up and down again, appraising him and finding him wanting. “Two people like that are gonna want to hang out with you.”

...Oh. Oh wow. Victor had thought he was used to comments like that, but – he hadn’t expected to hear any of them at Pride. Nor for them to sting like that. “T-t-they do,” he insisted, aware that his nervous stutter was not helping matters. “I – I a-admit, I’m not sure why m-myself, but–”

“Save it,” Ben snapped, inserting himself into Victor’s personal space – and suddenly Victor was hyper-aware that, though Ben was shorter than him, he was definitely more muscular. He backed away on instinct, eyes flicking around for the nearest tall object to climb. “I told you – I can spot some cis het faker a mile away. You asshole – you think you can come here, enjoy the party, and claim to be one of us, then go back to being ‘normal’ tomorrow? Huh?”

“N-no! No, of course not – I-I-I’m bi!” Victor babbled, flapping a hand at his blue, pink, and purple sunset sweater while holding the other up placatingly.

“Sure, yeah, you’re ‘bi,’” Ben growled, complete with scare quotes, and somehow that hurt even worse than being told he couldn’t possibly be dating Alice and Smiler. “Just long enough to get a few drinks, anyway. Then you’ll go home to your simpering little girlfriend and tell her all about us ‘queers’ and have a good laugh.” He poked Victor hard in the chest, making him stumble slightly. “Well, I’m here to make sure that doesn’t happen. So how about you get your stuff and–”

“Excuse me.”

Ben turned around – and immediately doubled over as Alice’s fist introduced itself to his gut. “How about you get your stuff and clear out?” she snarled, in a tone of voice that Victor somehow knew she had used with Bumby. “Before I decide to show you just how good I am at knife tricks?”

“Alice,” Smiler said in warning – though judging by the expression on their face, they weren’t really all that concerned with stopping her. “No getting us kicked out.” Their eyes narrowed as they regarded the gasping Ben. “But yeah – I’d recommend you fucking skedaddle.”

It was a testament to how angry Smiler sounded that they could use the word “skedaddle” and yet Ben still left, holding his middle and shooting them all confused, slightly terrified looks. “Fucking gatekeepers,” Smiler grumbled, then wrapped a tight arm around Victor. “Hey – you okay?”

“I – I-I’ve been better,” Victor murmured, dropping his hands. “I d-didn’t expect...I t-thought...isn’t t-this whole thing about acceptance?”

“It’s supposed to be, but some idiots think they’ve got reverse gaydar and gotta ruin it for the ‘interlopers,’” Smiler said, rolling their eyes before giving him a squeeze. “Probably would have assumed I was a cis guy too…I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“And I’m sorry we didn’t show up earlier,” Alice said, coming around to give Victor a hug from the other side. “Smiler was rather invested in showing me some of the flag pins they had on display over there – we didn’t realize what was going on until the bastard started getting loud.”

“It’s fine – I’m sorry you had to do that at all,” Victor mumbled, putting his arms around both of them and pulling them against him. “I didn’t...I just…”

“It’s not your fault,” Smiler said firmly, patting his back. “You didn’t anything except exist.”

“Some people are just arseholes – believe me, I would know,” Alice agreed, before stretching up on tiptoe and tugging him to the side slightly so she could kiss his cheek. “But I imagine he won’t be bothering us again now that he knows how prone I am to violence.”

Victor laughed despite himself. “Hopefully...if you don’t get in trouble for slugging someone,” he added, grimacing.

“I think we’ve got plenty of eyewitnesses saying he pretty much started it,” Smiler assured him, looking around at the other attendees before shooting him a grin. “Would picking up a ‘Bi Pride’ pin make you feel better?”

“...I think it would, yes.”

[illarian-rambling]

Faalgun, already stressed beyond belief being the captain of four clusterfucks: Alright, he's probably having another panic attack, I gotta play it cool. Does he need space? Someone to talk to? He asked for some time alone, but I shouldn't leave him alone here in the city, that would be irresponsible. Damnit all, though, I have to track down the rest of my fucking crew! Wow, I hope they aren't in a casino, that would be really bad for my healing gambling addiction...

Anarac, who just asked to take five minutes while Faalgun is checking out a supply shop: Mmmm, sandwich time, I love food trucks <3

[reksink]

The Speculative Molts of Lycosid Magnusannelid

[pushing500]

Okay, fine! I admit it! Wookshys is okay.

Alright, maybe even... good. He's a good boy and a good husband. I'll give him that. I'm glad he and Albina have each other, despite their ideological differences.

I imagine that Head Researcher/Doctor Brennan would have a very clinical approach when explaining reproduction, but it's funnier to imagine her getting flustered about trying to talk about where babies come from with little child soldier Henry.

Speaking of Brennan... She's having a rough day, enduring her second breakup of the playthrough. This one is worse than the first time, I think, because it was her wife who left her, and not just her lover like it was when Albina broke up with her.

Tamarind is Brennan's closest friend, so she'll probably end up being the shoulder to cry on for a little while.

I do love that "ate meat" is the straw that broke the camel's back, though.

At long last, we are embarking on a quest to acquire an AI Persona Core! It's the last piece we need to construct our ship, and we're sending four of our newest recruits to get it because I don't care if they don't make it back so that they can prove themselves!

Kelorul may be ugly and psychically dull, but without him, this mission would have failed for sure.

That megasloth was the real hero, though. It soaked up all the fire from the turrets so that Kelorul and Gracie could duck in to smash up the batteries and solar panels (which did result in a couple of explosions and burns, but they'll live). Then the way was clear for Grump and Hot Minute to charge in and take down the Yttakin!

Now they're slowly making their way back to Eureka with the last puzzle piece to complete our ship! The end of this playthrough is swiftly approaching, which is exciting and very sad at the same time.

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[kdranime]

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[sappho114]

Probably going to be quiet on tungle for like the better part of the next few days, the votescold pricks are truly getting on my nerves and first world fucks like that are the last people I want to hear from right now.

[good-to-drive]

It would be insane if we weaponized mommy issues against men the way we weaponize daddy issues against women. Any time a man criticizes a woman we go “awww poor little baby boy didn't have a mommy who loved him” and all of his beliefs become embarrassing and he has to exit in shame. Like. Don’t fucking do that, but it would be absolutely insane if people did that.

[normalbrothers]

"it's not arthur. it's who i am when he's there. god hears every filthy word in my head, knows every dirty thing. [...] if i fall this time, i'll fall all the way."

not much love for linda as the great female matyr/masochist of the show in this fandom, as if there's nothing more controversially compelling and erotic than a devout woman made complicit in her own desecration 😮‍💨