#speaking in circles

[circles-n-spirals-alike]

Home is Where The Heart Is: Chapter 1

a CiD-based fic because i have a concept

word count: 2,281

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He doesn’t know exactly when he first came to be.

He just. Was.

He awoke in the forest, rose from the moss covered land, and knew.

This was him. 

He was the roots in the soil, the branches in the sky. the grass and the flowers, the water and the ripples. the creatures around him came forth, and bowed to him only.

And he knew.

This is how it will always be.

— — — 

Much time had passed since he had taken his first breath. He was playing with the tops of the trees, when he sensed something entering his forest.

Or more accurately, someone.

Now, to say he had never encountered a human would be a lie. 

In the many millennia of his existence, there have been a handful who found themselves in his woods. Some were simply wanderers who had just gotten lost, others were… not as innocent.

In the former scenario, he would gently guide them out. While they didn’t harm his home, they rarely brought anything to make their stay worthwhile, sans the occasional trinket that was occasionally dropped when they left. 

In the latter case however, he takes a much more… aggressive approach. He never killed them (he’d rather not deal with the corpse of a monster), but rarely did he leave them unscathed. He’d steal their weapons of jagged iron and bury them far below the earth, all while the wolves and trees pushed the evil things out. After a while, those types have ceased to return.

But this human, the first one to enter his woods in a long time, seemed different than any of the previous. It didn’t appear lost or afraid, nor did he sense any contempt or aggression from its being. No, this one was special, for it did not bring pain or emptiness.

This one brought a song. 

“Legend has it that the moss grows on the north side of the trees~ Well, legend has it when the rain comes down all the worms come up to breathe~”

The human sang of him and the truths of the Earth. 

“But have you heard the stories of the rabbit in the moon? Or the cow that hopped the planets while straddling a spoon Or she who lept a mountain while whistling up a tune And swapped her songs with swallows while riding on a broom~”

But it also sang of its kin and the stories they’ve must have spun and told to their children. It was strange at first, but the more he listened, the more he felt like this song was for him.

And who was he to deny such a beautiful gift? 

The human sang on, its voice preaching to the forest that shifted as it wandered through, guiding it to an open circle covered in flowers and moss. It didn’t seem to notice it was following a path, lost in its song and the natural beauty of the land around him.

“Well, we can all learn things, both many and a-few From that old hunched-up woman who lived inside a shoe Or the girl that sang by day and by night, she ate tear soup Or the man who drank too much, and he got the brewers' droop!”

At this point, he was so enthralled by the human’s gift, he couldn’t help it. He had to return the favor.

Beats from beneath the earth rumbled, causing the thing to pause and remove some objects from its ears. 

Good, he thought, it wants to listen.

He took a deep breathe and sang out in a language humans could hear, 

“But everything you see isn’t everything that is, Every thing you think to be, every thought you can’t dismiss.  The lives we try to lead and the time we try to give Well, it’s all a fallacy we continue to relive~”

His voice echoed across the woods as he bounced with the wind through the trees. He caught a glance of the human, who was frantically looking around for a source for the singing. He almost laughed at the sight, but continued to sing.

“And everything will live, just as everything will die.  Every that you forgive, and every friend that you deny”

He supposed it wouldn’t hurt to give it something to focus its eyes on. He drifted his being onto the forest floor, before rising from a patch of lichen, a cape of moss draped over his back as grey-brown hair with streaks of green floated over his shoulders. The mortal turned around only in time to see him sneaking out from behind a tree.

“Every single first hello and every single last goodbye, Every smile that you show, every tear that you hide~”

The mortal’s face is shocked for a short moment, before shifting into a grin brighter than the sun. 

The two of them began singing together, about the world, both human and natural, about myths and secrets, beginnings and ends, until they’re both laying in the circle with their backs against the earth, one panting much harder than the other. They laid there in silence for a few moments, before the mortal spoke.

“You’ve got an awesome voice there, mate,” it said breathily. 

He smiled, a warm feeling tickling his cheeks. 

“Thank you,” he chirped, before adding after a break, “you gave a very good song to the forest.”

It laughed, “uuuh, thanks, I think? I kinda just came in here to explore and be on my own for a bit. Didn’t think anyone would be out here at all, let alone listening to me belt out Cosmo Sheldrake, heh.”

He listened to the mortal as it rambled on about summer camps and strict guardians and music and some other human things he didn’t really understand. But as he listened attentively, one thing became crystal clear.

He had to keep this mortal. 

Right, okay that may seem a little extreme.

But never has he ever met a human that captured his attention like this, one so openly honest, and yet so kindly to both him and his home. He’s aware of how humans fuction, and that he can’t keep this one around forever, or even at least a fortnight. But he refused to let it just leave without the definite knowledge of its eventual return. To leave him with nothing.

So, he readies his hooks…

“Sorry to interrupt you my friend, but if you don’t mind, Could I please have your name?”

The mortal hesitated for a moment, probably thrown off by the tone of the question. He almost takes back the request before the honest voice speaks.

“Oh uh, yeah. It’s Flanagan.” 

He’s caught him.

He stared at Flanagan for a few moments, before smiling and giggling wildly.

It shifts a bit in place, suddenly seeming very uncomfortable. 

Did I scare it already? Stars above.

“I don’t normally enjoy humans in my forest, but don’t worry. I like you, Flanagan.

I like you a lot.”

It shivers at the sound of its name, though not negatively as its eyes glimmered with entrancement. 

“Uh- i, um- t-thanks, and also, uh real. What you said about people n stuff…”

He tilts his head in confusion. 

“Of course it was real, i can’t lie.”

“That’s not- ”

Suddenly, a voice called from outside the woods.

“Flanagan Jones? You know the rules about wandering out of camp zones! Besides, it’s time for worship hour!”

the mortal cringed in familiarity, and annoyance and discomfort radiated from its soul as he glanced toward the direction of the sound.

“Fuuucking hell, it’s my counselor,” it groaned, and quick visions of a tall, pushy, obnoxious man entered his mind. He was familiar with these types. Flanagan glanced back at him, disappointingly. “I have to go back.”

But you’ve barely just got here, he thought longing, but no matter. I can work with this.

“Flanagan,” he cooed its name, causing the human’s eyes to glaze over a bit as it listened to his words, “Come back to me tonight, when all the others are dreaming.”

He thought for a moment.

“And bring me a gift of some kind. Okay?”

Flanagan nodded, a bit dazily but good enough for him to know it understood.

“Thank you, Flanagan,” he said, releasing it from his command. “Now, go with your ‘counselor.’ I’ll be here when you return. Goodbye.” 

And with that, he retreated out of the tree circle, melting into the shadows of the woods.

Through the ground, he could feel the mortal stagger a bit before finding its balance and awkwardly said, “Uh, okay… see you later, mate?” 

And with that it left, with a trail of confusion, concern, and content trailing behind it.

— — — 

The moon shone its full light as he waited for his new friend to return. 

It felt like forever in his tangible body until he finally sensed the familiar tread of footsteps entering his forest. 

He made sure to completely clear a path and even asked some of the lighting bugs to guide it back to the circle and, soon enough, his Flanagan was standing on the edge of the ring, with a stick of light in its hand and some sort of bag on its back.

He grinned with excitement.

“You’re here!” he nearly shouted. “It felt like forever since the sun had set! How long does it take for them to fall asleep? You know what, doesn’t matter. So, what did you br-”

“I know what you are, by the way.”

He paused, completely thrown off by the bluntness of the statement.

“I… what?” 

“I should have caught it way sooner honestly. Fuck, I should have noticed it the moment I saw you, with your grass cape and no shoes wearing ass.”

“It’s moss,” he corrected as he began figiting with the inside of the aforementioned cape, “and I still don’t really know what you’re talking about.”

“I’ve read the stories of people like you,” it explained, “people who can’t lie, who thrive off the natural world and its magic or whatever. What happens if you enter their domain without permission or reason, what happens if you give them your name. Which I did not mean to do, and I think you know that.”

He glanced at the floor during the last part. The mortal sighed before opening its bag.

“I’m not mad at you about it, for the record. Whether that be because of whatever magic-mind fuckery you did to me, or because I actually like hanging out with you, I don't really know. But I’m not upset with you in any way, and I don't really want to be. I'm more curious if anything. Oh, and before I forget- here.” 

It handed him a weighted object with a smooth covering and symbols of a human language on the top. A book, if he recalled correctly.

“That’s a collection of Grimm's Fairy Tales. Thought you might enjoy their stories, I haven’t read them all, but you look like the type. And also I didn’t really know what else to give you since I don't really know… Wait, can you even read?” 

He almost laughs a bit at the question. He had stolen the knowledge from a past wanderer after it fell asleep in his forest, and didn’t bring anything to trade with for letting it stay. Though he feels as though he should keep that information to himself for now.

So, he just simply said, “Yes, I do know how to read. Thank you for the gift.” 

He thought for a second, before deciding to add, “Your thoughts and feelings are your own at the moment. I have no influence over your mind until I say your name.” 

“Figured as much. Any chance I could, I dunno, get that back?”

“Mmh, maybe. Not tonight though.” 

“Well, worth a shot.”

The two sat in silence before Flanagan spoke again, “Could you tell me who you are?” 

At this he guffawed, his voice echoing across the forest as he freely spread himself around the ring. 

“I am everything you see here and anything here you don’t. From the dirt beneath your feet to the treetops above your head. I am the breeze that dances through the leaves, I am the moss that grows on the north side of the trees. I have been here since life here has sprung, and I will be here until we both die out millennia from now. I am the forest, and the forest is me.”

He condensed himself and floated back down to the floor in front of his mortal.

“That is who I am.” 

Flanagan stared at him with eyes full of wonder, before shifting to amusement. “That was beautiful, but I meant like, your name, dude. ”

Oh.  

“Oh, I don't have one.” 

It frowned slightly at that. “Really? Okay, well in that case, is it cool if i call you, uuuh,” it looks around the forest for a second, “Moss?”

“Moss?”

He huffed a bit. “I mean, yeah? At least until I can come up with a better name to give you. After all, i can’t just keep calling ya ‘mate’. What do you think?” 

The forest smiled gently as a familiar warmth filled his cheeks once more as the idea of another gift from his Flanagan, an intentional one at that, entered his mind.

“Call me whatever you like, darl,” Moss said with adoration in his tongue. “I’ll be happy with any name as long as it’s from you.” 

— — — 

Many millennia later, at the edge of the universe, a soft voice whispers to an empty grave in a circle of trees.

“And I will never be happier than the day you told me.”

[kizzer55555]

DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter. 

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge. 

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game. 

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely). 

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

[stealingyourbones]

Everyday I exist and every day I get more and more exhausted seeing the “lol Batman looks at Danny and goes “who’s gonna adopt this kid” He’s so adoptable!” posts.

[moonlitkissing]

Once again, I'm thinking about receiving head from a boy who's as much into it as I am - him falling to his knees, hands on his thighs, face flushed, shyly asking me if he can taste me

I'll tangle my fingers in his hair and praise him for asking, bending down to kiss the top of his head because I can't resist

Then, I'll pull his face between my thighs just to feel his happy smile on my sensitive skin, hearing his little muffled "am I being a good boy, miss?"

Of course, he's my good boy, and I'll tell him that while pulling his head closer until I have his mouth on my pussy, guiding his movements with my hands in his hair until neither of us can form coherent sentences anymore

[skautism]

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[uncanny-tranny]

"If men got periods/needed abortion/got ovarian or breast cancer, those resources would be handed out like candy! They'd be more plentiful than ATMs!!"

You mean perisex cis men. You mean perisex cis men. Say what you mean.

I'm a trans man. I avoid all medical care because ninety percent of my doctors have not treated me properly because I am a trans man. I am acutely aware that doctors would be more than happy to not provide me care on the basis of my being trans, even if it costed my life.

Every time I so much as think about the doctors, I'm reminded of men like Robert Eads - of how my care is at the whim of the opinions a doctor has about my life. And because of my own past negative experiences, I hesitate to open my patient portal to schedule an appointment. When I have gotten a good doctor, it's not been the rule, it's the exception. I have a doctor right now who I'm lucky to see, who actually treats me like a human being. I'm celebrating that a doctor finally treats me like a person.

If you want to group all men as being the same, I hope you're willing to have that blood on your hands. Because that care is routinely kept away from men, and it's a real, tangible, systemic issue.

I don't talk about this because I see being trans as this negative thing, but because I want to continue living and I want my trans siblings to live. I understand the frustration that people have who say this - it's another systemic issue that also costs lives. However, I am alarmed at the trend of... forgetting or perhaps erasing that this is still an issue for men, that we literally aren't treated the same as somebody like a cis perisex woman. No doctor has ever treated me like one, and of that I know for a fact. And this is a simple fix - be clear about who you mean when you talk about a group of people or a specific phenomenon. That applies when you are talking about any group of people because, generally, these overgeneralizations will be useless because it can't apply to everyone, and might just hurt a group of people you may not even be intending on hurting.

[moodyseal]

TOApril Day 1 - Missed Target

«What about you? How exactly did you… uh, do all this?”

I suppose he was talking about the piles of ash and rice, the broken chairs and control panels, and the blood of my enemies decorating the walls and the carpet. I tried not to laugh like a lunatic. “Just lucky?”» (TON, chapter 26)

Tfw an entire group of evil bodyguards tries to kill you but you're a literal god

[shima-draws]

I see Supernatural is trending again. As it SHOULD be

[onethousxndvoices]

SIX MONTHS I WAITED FOR THIS AND HE'S FINALLY REAL :'))))

HUGE HUGE thank you to Betsy Child over on etsy, she did such a fantastic job with my boy :D

[ask-spiderpool]

Dear mod. I just wanted to ask how you're doing atm? Are you eating good food and sleeping well?

Oh bless you, anon! Regrettably, neither of those things, no. My appetite has been very poor since my surgery, and I'm more than a little sleep deprived with all the jobs I'm juggling at the moment - buuut... I'm alive. My head is good. My work is good. Always manage to make everyone happy, oh, yes sir, but can't wait to pass out for a whole day and then hang out with some friends. It'll heal me.

[circles-n-spirals-alike]

feels

—————

[i hate you]

(really?) 

[yes]

(say it again) 

[i. hate. you.]

(…again)

[…]

(go on)

[. . .]

(please)

[. . . f i n e]

[i hate you]

[i hate you] 

[i hate you]

[i hate you]

[ihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyou]

[i hate YOU]

(…)

(are you sure?)

[yes]

(how?)

[if i don’t, then what am i experiencing]

(love? longing?)

[…]

(…)

(you’re crying)

[but i am not damaged]

(no.)

(but you’re hurt)

[…]

(…)

[…]

(i’m sorry)

[…]

[i can’t believe you] 

(i swear i am)

(i want to see him again)

(i want to be friends again)

(please)

(r e l e a s e   m e)

[…]

[goodbye mr moon]

(…)

(goodbye mr mind)

-

-

-

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\it hurts/

{ i know }

\im getting worse/

{ i know. }

\why did i do it/

{ … }

\i knew it was too soon/

\he didn’t even like me back/

\she probably even hates me now/

{ i’m sorry }

\for what?/

{ i didn’t pay enough attention }

{ i wasn’t fast enough }

{ i couldn’t aim right }

{ i almost killed-}

\ a t l a s /

{…}

{ harmonia..? }

\did you do what you thought was best for me?/

{…of course i did my sovereign }

\don’t/ 

\try not call me that please/

{ sorry my… um…} 

\…/

\friend?/

{… alright }

{ but of course i did my friend }

{ i hope for nothing but peace and balance for you}

\then you’re alright mate/

{ but i failed }

\but you tried/

{you’re unstable}

\…/

{ because of me, you’re suffering }

\…maybe i can-/

{ n o }

\huh?/

{ please } 

{ don’t leave me }

\…one week/

{…one week }

\i need to wake up now/

{ i know }

\i’ll try to eat something/

{ i’ll try to get you out of bed }

\thanks/

{ of course }

\ goodbye atlas /

{good morning my earth}

[turtleblogatlast]

Small but significant character moments that I actually really adore are from both the times we see the boys as tots. There is a reoccurrence that happens in both of them that I find so incredibly interesting.

For the turtle tot short, Splinter leaves the boys with weapons. In the short, Raph is the one who suggests they do “what Lou Jitsu would do” and Leo is the one who takes point when Splinter comes back to reprimand them. Leo, in taking point, is the one to defend them and get Splinter off their tails.

And then, in the flashback regarding the Kuroi Yōroi helmet, Raph is the one who grabs and throws “Skully” as a way to replace their missing ball which breaks it into pieces, but Leo is the one who speaks for the group and rushes into action to fix the teapot.

I love this for multiple reasons, but the biggest are how it shows that Raph has always been inclined toward the bold and fun and making the plans to include his brothers in what he loves and believes they’d love, whereas Leo has always been inclined to be the “Face” of the group and shoulder the attention even if it’s potentially negative all while coming up with on the spot attempts to fix the situation.

[yaralulu]

Look I think both the “ band of exiles” and “the court of dreamers” are incredibly stupid names (pls stop with the group names sjm) but the difference is I know for a fact vassa/jurian/lucien came up with that shit when they were drunk out of their minds and they’re literally just making fun of themselves for being a bunch losers.The IC on the other hand are unironically calling themselves the court of dreamers and they’re being SO serious.They deserve to get made fun of 🤷!!

[dentist-brainsurgeon]

FROGGY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[unlimitedbutchworks]

ultimately you have to remember that complaining about "4chan white trans women who are bigoted and so and so" is almost entirely pointless for any purpose aside from raising transmisogynistic sentiments in observers. this specter of an evil tranny is constantly looming despite the individuals being rare and often total shut ins, and people expect transfems to take this shit seriously and be constantly swearing off association with """bad people""". these people, when they do exist, by and large lack the power to actually do anything with their beliefs; obviously if they do it sucks but this idea that there are trans women ~getting away with it~ and that all transfem communities allow and hide this behavior is blatantly transmisogynistic in addition to often being completely imagined! its insane to act like you have to choose between resisting white supremacy and resisting transmisogyny, and yet, people wind up continually portraying it as this

[that-darn-clown]

Splats inspired by @goobersplat !!

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