#probably about something petty

[breadhalfburnt]

homework doodles + one i did in school

[chrisrin]

HE'S GONNA STEAL--NOT JUST YOUR HEART--BUT EVERYTHING YOU OWN AS WELL!!!

[wandixx]

Ghost of fries and hero of cookies part 5

All work words count: 14 643

Words in this part: 1 685

Summary of whole work: Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay

Or

Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of local hero? And he looked like he needed bad day combo anyway

This part summary: Steph finally gets to meet Duke's kid. And she comes bearing gifts!

Beta read by @audhumla-sailor though English is second language for both of us, so proceed with this in mind. I also know all of the charaters through fics alone, so probably ooc. Stay catious if it's something you don't like

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Duke was really glad that Bruce was busy whole previous evening and couldn’t give him The TalkTM Vigilante edition. Maybe he shouldn’t because B being busy spoke trouble but he couldn’t feel too sad about it. He didn’t want to have The TalkTM though.

For now, Dani was running next to him, with a serious look on her face that was kinda uncanny. She wasn’t supposed to not be happy and some weird instincts were screaming at him to fix it and fix it now. But he didn’t know how!

Though some of his jokes caused a little smile, so it was good.

It turned potentially less good when she stopped without warning, lowering herself to the fighting stance (finally proper, which made him so immensely proud by the way). He stopped too, wishing they wouldn’t have to fight but he knew better than to latch on this hope.

“What’s up, Hoopoe?” he whispered.

“Someone is coming. Light, use grapple” Most likely one of the Bats then, they were due to a visit anyway. However better to not lower his guard in case he was mistaken or it was a prank/test. His expectations were proven right though, when purple blur flipped over the edge of the roof. He relaxed and put hand on Dani’s shoulder so she wouldn’t tackle Steph before they could explain anything. She seemed on edge like that whole day.

“Hey Spoiler” he greeted to further show that the blonde was a friend.

“Sup Signal! Heard I can finally meet your little friend!”

Dani straightened herself and tried to float a few inches up to seem higher probably.

“I’m considerably higher than most kids my age” she deadpanned. She really wasn’t though. He was still trying to learn whether her size was caused more by genetics or malnourishment. Her only family member Duke knew of was also small, so maybe it was a family thing though.

Steph shrugged, waving her palm a few inches below her shoulder, approximately where Damian reached, quite few inches over Dani’s head.

“Robin is the family’s smol violent bean and you’re shorter than him. You’re small bean, deal with this”

Little girl pouted, crossing her arms. Steph cooed.

“Oh, you even get angry like he does!”

Young meta looked like she was asking ‘Should I use violence?’ and inch towards the answer ‘Yes’. Duke decided he should step in before she acted on these thoughts. Teasing was the opposite of what girl needed at the moment. Some good fight might not be bad but maybe not with Steph.

“Cut it Spoiler”

She rolled her eyes so dramatically he could tell she did so despite her mask. He still thought it was impressive “Don’t be boring dude”

Dani growled in a way that couldn’t be fully human, just like she did when they talked about her training for the first time. Duke squeezed her arm. Girl glanced at him before sagging so much he was scared she would fall for a hot second. He exchanged concerned looks with Steph over her lowered head. It was not normal nor was it good.

“Alright, you’re not smol,” Steph agreed lightly “Officially at least. What’s in my head stays there. Does it work for you?”

Duke almost hit her in the arm. Not strongly, in a friendly manner but still. He didn’t only because it seemed to somehow work. He let his hands drop.

“Your mind is sacred,” Dani started seriously “what leaves your mouth is not. Can’t diss you on your thoughts but I’ll on your words” she shared like it was some important truth of life. Or folklore proverb though Duke wasn’t sure about the latter. Afterall he was Gothamite born and breed, he knew countryside from movies “And actions. Actions are kinda important,” meta girl added in lighter tone after moment of thinking.

“Yeah, actions are the best” Steph agreed easily “Hey, can I get it on a T-shirt? I’ll love and cherish it”

“First you laugh at my height and then you want my intellectual property for free? For shame, Spoiler, for shame?”

Steph looked thoughtful, theatrically over exaggerating her body language. 

“Valid” she nodded.

Duke decided he would just watch whatever was going to happen and did damage control if needed. He didn’t feel up to anything else anyway.

“Heard your cape went in an adventure,” the purple vigilante admitted after moment of silence. Dani shrugged rubbing her arms awkwardly. Duke knew she normally would fix said cape. It was her way of fidgeting.

“Yup, it’s good way to put it,” girl nodded. “Somebody needed it more, I hope it enjoys its travel. I should get a replacement soon”

“Well, I can’t let fellow caped crusader, who understands necessity of hood, run capeless”

Younger girl waved her hands in a flurry motion of dismissal.

“Don’t-” she stopped when her eyes locked on orange bundle Steph took from somewhere under her cloak. Opportunity to pull tricks like that had made Duke consider adding some sort of cape to his Signal suit back when he had been working on it back in a day but dismissed it. He still wasn’t looking forward to learning curve of fighting with such additional liability. He couldn’t turn it intangible when it was in a way like certain white haired cheater did.

Speaking of Dani, girl stared at Steph’s gift like she couldn’t quite believe it was real. She held her hands close to her chest but her fingers flexed in grabby motion. Her eyes were hidden behind black lenses of her mask but everything else about her face further proved how awestruck she was. Even her muted aura brightened a bit in a way that he learned to recognize as excitement.

It was still kind of weird, by the way. Normal auras haven’t changed, it was kinda their thing.

Steph wiggled her gift a bit. Dani finally took it but had yet to put it on.

“It’s for me?” she whispered so utterly shocked and small that Duke mentally did a double take.

“Yeah, like I said, can’t let you run around without it”

“Oh”

Dani’s hand was gnawing at the edge of the material as if it was some sort of squashmellow.

“Try it on,” Steph encouraged gently.

“We need to check if Spoiler haven’t messed up something”

“Signal!”

Dani snorted, which was all Duke tried to achieve.

She put it on and after a moment of shuffling she once again became orange cloak with feet. She grinned widely looking far more relaxed and settled than she did moments before. She moved around a bit like she was in model show or at least what ten years old thought it could look like.

“You like it?”

“Yup, it’s amazing, thank you Spoiler… Though it’s heavier than I expected”

“Well, I don’t know what your first one was made out of but this is material I use, I found it the best balance between durability, weight and comfiness. Still, it’s quite dense and a bit heavy. Also, I added pockets because you can never have too many of them. Plus there are few glitter bombs inside. You know, ‘welcome to the team’ gifts,” Steph explained eagerly and judging by Dani’s smile, she loved her gifts. Duke would be a little worried on a Gotham crime’s behalf if it wasn’t well, crime and if he wasn’t all there to watch chaos these two would unfold from sidelines with bat-popcorn in hand (though it wasn’t really a thing yet, he would have to mention it to Tim or Jason). For now though, they really should continue on the patrol.

“Now that introductions are over, let’s get going. Crime never sleeps or something,” It was really weird to be the organized one. Before Dani showed up, on a day shift he was a sailor, a captain and a ship (or maybe Gotham was a ship-), We Are Robins days were chaos in purest form and shape and when he was called out for a night he usually was too tired to behave and was just additional mess to organize (on purpose, let him have his goddamn sleep, he wasn’t Tim).

“Okay,” Dani agreed cheerfully “There is a robbery at the greek diner we visited last Thursday. ‘s been going for five minutes or so,” she added unbothered.

“HOOPOE!”

“What?”

***

Spoiler jumped through the open window of the diner with a graceful roll, glitter bombs at hand. Hoopoe and Signal came inside right after her.

“Spoiler alert!” purple girl yelled, throwing two bombs at robbers heads and kicking third one in the ribs.

Dani decided  that she liked Spoiler right then and there as she threw her own brand new, orange(!) glitter bombs at remaining criminal.

***

Three of them were running through the city mostly uninterrupted after diner mishap. Steph tried to engage Dani in quip battle but younger girl for once wasn’t jumping on occasion. She kept close to Duke and his only reaction was smug smile in Spoiler’s direction. That’s what she got for trying to steal his sidekick.

“Oh!” Dani exclaimed delighted, stopping abruptly, a smile that spoke trouble gracing her face.

“No, we’re not busting Joker’s scheme by jumping into the meeting to beat them all up without proper back up, again, Hoopoe. They had guns, Hoopoe.”

“Wha- Wasn’t last time enough? Anyway, I heard there is fan meeting with Martian Manhunter in Los Angeles tomorrow,” Great, so no giving him heart attack right now. Thank God for that.

“Shame he won’t make it, huh?” Steph mussed “He is in Illinois right now, isn’t he? It would take him two days driving to even get there”

Dani’s expression looked thoughtful “It’s quite far”

“Yeah, around… 2,500 miles from here”

“Huh”

“What got you thinking kid?” she inquired, ruffling her hair.

“Not a kid and I thought- there is kidnapping at three!” Dani darted in that direction before finishing sentence. Duke jumped right after her slightly scared. She was not ready to handle stuff like that without back up and she would try if he let her run of like that.

********

Steph: I'm meeting my almost niece tomorrow what should I- *gives a gremlin child an ultimate weapon of chaos*

Sometime before this part:

Steph: So, how is your kid?

Duke: She is not my kid!

Duke: By the way, wanna see video I saved of her doing proper side kick for the first time?

Danielle "looks like 10 years old is 10 months max" Phantom: I am in fact much higher than most kids my age

Duke "whoever is feeding this tiny child does bad job at it" Thomas & Stephanie "it's just a lil baby" Brown: Yeah... sure...

Next part

"Tag list" (i haven't expected to ever make it)

@pickleking8

[marbledpython]

silly doodlin

[xcerizex]

"don't look back (but that's impossible)"

Vega, character study (?), fem!summoner, spoilers for the main story, Sirius makes an appearance but it's mainly about Vega, 1.6k words

Vega has no choice but to follow the Summoner as she holds his hands and leads him away towards a secluded spot. It's at times like this he's glad he wears gloves, otherwise, he would have been far too ashamed of himself on having to bother her with his sweaty palms.

But maybe she still notices it. His nervousness. The way his hands tremble in her hold.

Mainly navigating on impulse, the both of them unexpectedly find themselves on a worn out path leading towards a small garden Vega used to play in when he was a child. The Summoner couldn't possibly have known about this place and it's meaning to him, but there is no one around. That is enough for her.

She continues leading him by hand, and when she finally stops, she looks up at him. And he sees the disappointed expression on her face.

"Why did you do that?"

She is referring to the earlier incident, in which Vega had requested Gianna to seal away the powers of Polaris inside of her.

He keeps his silence, afraid of continuing the conversation, and having to hear the disappointed tone in her voice once more. But when his gaze makes its way to the tree swing in idle, she calls his name gently.

"Vega."

What a sweet sound.

He brings back his gaze towards her.

"I'm not mad at you. It's just..." the Summoner trails off, trying her best to come up with words that she's sure won't hurt him. Won't hurt him too much at least.

"Okay, yes. I'm mad at you, but not that much."

She is still brutally honest however. It's not like he hadn't expected it, still, he feels the sting in his heart.

Her eyes continue searching him the longer he remains quiet, perhaps hoping she could gain her answers by the downturn of his mouth, or the depth in his eyes. She's still doing it, even as she starts speaking again;

"But why didn't you consult me first, before you had made that request? If Gianna had truly fulfilled your ask right then and there, it would have been too late."

"The powers of Polaris might have been lost forever."

She speaks the truth.

"And I would have become as powerless as I was before-"

"You were never powerless."

And Vega no longer remains silent. Like a glass of water tipping over the edge, words begun to spill out uncontrollably.

"Not once, have I ever thought of you as powerless. You can't fight, yes. But regardless of the situation, you've always remained strong in your own way."

She's still holding onto his hand, whose grip tightens on her without either his will or knowledge.

"But once people find out that the powers of the Great Sorcerer has come back, they will use you."

He fears her becoming someone he cannot save.

"They will put you on a pedestal, and revere you the way they did with Polaris. The person that you were before will be of no matter to them, in that situation, you may not be able to hold on to your true self."

He fears her slipping away from his grasp once more. He is afraid of her letting go of him again. But when the thought crosses his mind, he realizes his near death grip on her hand, and quickly lets go.

"F-forgive me, Summoner," he should have controlled himself better. "I had lost my own willpower momentarily and hurt you."

But she simply shakes her head.

"It's alright, Vega. Anyways, I understand now."

Her tone has noticably cheered up a bit, after realizing just how deeply Vega cared for her. But he doesn't notice it just yet, still internally grimacing on the inside from his recent mistake. While she hasn't said anything about it, he knows that the grip of a Kamargo is not at all weak, and has to hold himself back from fretting over her like a mama hen.

"But next time, Vega," she continues on with the original topic. "I hope that you will consult me first, instead of making the decision on your own."

He quickly nods his head, "Yes, Summoner. I apologize for my earlier actions."

And he means it. To get his sincerity across, he adds, "The next time I do anything, I will make sure to consult with you first."

At that, she scrunches her nose up in playful jest, "Maybe not everything," she giggles. "Rather than asking for my permission on the things you do, just inform me before you do anything drastic that concerns me."

Before he can agree, she adds, "And anything that involves Sirius."

She doesn't notice the twitch in his hands when she says that, and moves over away from him to marvel at the swing covered in flowers, unaware of the inner turmoil she had caused.

'I find you rather pitiful. It's because both you, Vega, and I are the same.'

Sirius's words ring across his mind and he has to fight back the irritation to clench his fists at those words, soundlessly repeating a mantra of peace in his head. Not because he's wrong, but because he's right. It's exactly because he's right.

He may very well be just like Sirius.

To get rid of those annoying thoughts, he places his hand on the rope of the swing, and feels the familiar roughness associated with his childhood. The childhood he had spent in Bound Arlyn.

And as usual, no matter how hard he tries, he can never seem to remember much about the time he'd spent in Mid Earthiem. The clearest thing he can remember is the empty silence of adults walking past him, the smile of his dearest friend and first love, as well as....

The image of him letting go of her hand.

"Vega!"

She's holding onto his arm as an unfamiliar memory rushes to the surface of his mind and pain crackles inside his head, feeling as if his mind might split apart.

'That's not what happened back then.'

He is sure of it. But the memory simply replays itself in his mind without his consent, and is forced to come to terms with the fact that, it was he, who had let go of her hand the day he lost her.

He also sees her looking back at him in fear, tumbling down, down, and down...

"...Forgive me, Summoner," he apologizes again for the second time today. "I have to go."

She gives him a look of concern and offers to take him to Gianna for a checkup. He declines as politely as he can, all the while the pain makes his ears ring, and his heart pounds as loudly as it can, as if to drown out the truth.

It doesn't work.

The door behind Vega locks with a soft click, with his hands still holding on to the doorknob and his back facing the door.

While his gaze fixes itself on to Sirius.

"Oh, and to what pleasure do I owe on receiving a visit from Vega, of all people?"

Vega ignores the drawl of his words and asks, "...What makes you think that the both of us are similar?"

Sirius laughs. It is not the mocking kind however. He almost sounds...defeated.

"Straight to the point as always, our dear Vega."

Sirius tugs at his restraints which causes the magic to make a slight jangle. Then, his face winces in pain, thanks to the mess of magic tangled inside his body. He can't even get a good night's sleep.

He's given up on most pretences, but as a habit, his expression reverts back into its usual drawl, and Vega hears him sigh in exasperation.

"The fact that you've come here must mean you already have an idea as to why."

"...."

It seems as if staying quiet has become Vega's own habit.

Sirius shifts on his rear so to make himself comfy, and doesn't bother offering Vega a seat.

"Well, I heard about your little tiff with the Summoner earlier, don't you think you're a bit overprotective?"

Sirius likes his dramatics, so instead of rising to his provocation, all Vega can do is answer as calmly as possible.

"You may not be the most compassionate sorcerer in Bound Arlyn, but when it comes to the Summoner, I know you too, would care."

Sirius visibly stiffens and Vega is reminded of a statue he once saw in the ruins of the Tower of Babilli. Worn out, riddled with cracks, as Sirius turns his head to hide his expression.

"The only one I care about is Polaris."

They both know it's a lie, but Sirius gives him no room for protest.

"Tell me, Vega. Isn't the Summoner the only one you really care about?"

What nonsense. "No. Because unlike you, I have other people I cherish too."

Sirius gives him a hollow laugh.

"When the time comes, you will realize how irrelevant those "people" can seem to you, as you quiver in the corner the constellations have pushed you in, for their own amusement," he says with a voice as sweet, and as poisonous, of a belladonna. A flower fitting for his character, something that remains as only Vega's opinion.

"Your words remain as difficult to comprehend as ever."

Silence.

"Vega."

He is slightly startled as Sirius calls out his name seriously for the first time.

"You still haven't let go of that hand have you?"

'What would he know?'

Sirius speaks again, as if reading his thoughts;

"When I said that the both of us were alike, it was not in jest. I meant it."

"Just like me, you're still stuck clinging to a dream long gone - or perhaps it would be more accurate to call it a nightmare - and the ghost of it."

It's laughable. Sirius of all people, the strangest and most capricious out of them, is reprimanding him for being too clingy.

But Vega knows that Sirius isn't playing around.

"You may become just like me, trapped in longing, unable to see the present for what it is. You will always be looking backwards."

Maybe they are similar after all, in the most distant, and yet morbidly intimate way possible.

"I just hope you won't hurt her like I did."

No one else but Sirius hears these words.

[ddarker-dreams]

chrollo gifts you a bundle of red roses, waxing poetic about how the bouquet "symbolizes our love" or something to that effect. it isn't until a week later, when the flowers begin to wilt, that you tell him you agree.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

the doctor isnt neurodivergent or autistic or adhd or nonbinary or genderqueer or asexual. what the doctor is, is Not From Here

[mintygreencake]

Hot Boi Summer Porter Spoilers

I just know Porter put his location on JUST for Vincent 💀

He did not pick that spot because it was "Cheap" or whatever he said it was, he picked it because he wanted to be petty 😭

He definitely has something else in mind but as soon as Vincent tried to call him... He had to switch it up LMAOOOO

"MR KRABSSSS I HAVE AN IDEAAAA 🤭" Ah switch up 💀

I love me some Porter content... My sassy wife

[cheeseknives]

My hate boner for the TGT fanboys has been rekindled as the news about the divorce have come out, the comments about her being gold digger or "she always seemed like a pain" etc. is so annoying to see. Like do you know them personally? Does there always have to be one who's "wrong"? Why is it so often just "wahmen this and that"??

[aroaceofthesea]

I remember as a kid my dad taught me this trick for counting seconds of saying like a thousand one a thousand two etc (works better in catalan) and i remember me explaining this to my friends at some point and us debating if the speed at which we said it mattered. For counting seconds

[cassmouse]

I absolutely love the idea of the League of Evil Exes just as like. A chaotic friend group. Especially after post-series when everyone's just chill and there isn't technically a league anymore but they all continue to hang out because they genuinely enjoy each other's company

(doesn't mean that them hanging out doesn't end in total disorganised disaster all the time though)

[howlingdemon13]

If I had a nickel for every fandom I wandered into that has a toxic attitude towards adaptations of the source material, I'd have two nickles... And I don't even want one nickel at this point...

[zprite-x]

I don’t like that I’m collecting a list of robots/ai that hate their creator

[tokyoteddywolf]

Urgh

I'm debating posting The Fic, the fixit for the Teal Mask arc of Pokémon Scarlet/Violet. I've already written a sort of self insert slash fix it for the main game, and I was working on the second part, the Kitakami first part.

See, the problem is the fact that me and the guy who edited/helped/has a main character in the story are... no longer friends, to put it plainly. Ended badly, too, which I regret, but not like there's much I can do about it.

So do I rename the character? Leave it to rot in my docs? Keep everything and finish and post it? I don't know. And I can't exactly ask him. Like I said. We ended it very badly, and I regret it some, but the damage is done with no way to fix it, so we shrug and move on with our lives.

But anyways, my main deal is I don't want to leave my lovely labor of love to stagnate in my Google docs. I want to finish and post it. I want to make the story mine again, since it was my idea in the first place. Regardless of dead rotting friendships still freshly murdered and cooling, burned bridges and all that.

I'm gonna leave a poll then, yall decide what I should do. But I do plan to finish that fic and post it to my AO3 account. Peace.

[fraternum-momentum]

wait waht weirdos?? also could we know your boundaries regarding your ocs? they’re really cool but it would be nice to know what is allowed and what isnt for making a character for this au. thanks 🤍🤍

Fortunately, there hasn't been any weird people in my inbox but some shit happened and i'd rather not elaborate bc it's not in my place to tell you about it, but for context, the gist of it was people were fighting over this person's oc and the creator and other people are getting harrased for it.

Another mutual of mine told me that they also had unpleasant experiences with an old blog of theirs, and they had to delete it bc of it.

I just don't want any infighting or harassment getting sent to other people over something that's honestly not that serious.

People design and create characters because it's fun. Why ruin it for everyone else?

Just please keep it all lighthearted and don't make it weird. Constantly check yourself and ask if what you're doing is ok or think about how your actions affect other people.

Reality checks are also important. Please keep in mind that these are just fictional characters in a fictional universe that i just made up. None of this shit is real.

ok so i'll establish the boundaries for my ocs:

Fanart is ok, sfw and nsfw. Thirsts in my inbox, tags, and comments are fine too, they're pretty funny actually AHSVA it's like wow is this what it feels like having bitches? LMAWDOAD but i digress.

I'm still unsure about ship art, because it'll inevitably get messy if i start allowing it. So for now, it's not allowed. I would be the only person that can draw my ocs interacting with your ocs/sonas/etc. Just think of it as like some sort of weird rp chatbot askblog or some shit,, i dont know.

I know it may seem hypocritical of me because i literally have a self insert but its just better to prevent potential shit from happening than finding a solution for it.

If ship art not being allowed somehow upsets you, then that's a sign that you're not welcome here.

My sona is a different story though, because it's basically just a representation of me so you can draw her ( or me??? idk lol) with your character. same thing, sfw and nsfw are okay. Thrists are fine (who would even do that anyway 💀💀) like i doubt anyone would start causing problems from me interacting with other ppl bc im a real person???????? idk??????? 😭ive alr drawn stuff with my mutuals too anyway so