#turn of a phrase he's heard way too much about how ppl refer to themselves at this point. its not fixing. hes “just there” for Dan.

[seamistgale]

*digs my lost tags up from the ether* uhhh… what did i have in my drafts….?

Dangerous and equally Volatile bf Dan with his Positive Exposure boyfriend who has Experience with Anger Issues like you wouldn't imagine.

He lets Dick most of the moral heavy-lifting decisions instead of defaulting to violence now, bc the Sudden and Unexpected, but Not Unpleasant Codependance has a chokehold on his emotions and need for positive reinforcement. It's nice not to have to worry about things he doesn't get anymore, yk? Who cares if a couple of cities get leveled? Not him, that's who. Dick would though. He'd be so angry. Dan can deal with angry Nightwing-- he can't quite deal with a disappointed, anguished Dick that's angry at himself up because 'maybe i didnt help you when you needed me' Grayson. It's like Jazz crying for him. because of him. It hurts.

Babs thinks it isn't healthy, and has said so and tried to reason with Dick bc you have to see this can end up terribly, right? Given their history, this situation in particular sounds familiar (Dick butting his head where people don't ask him to.) and they've been here more times than she wants to keep count of.

Dick knows he has his bf on a bit of a 'hey tell me whenever u got The Urges babe' leash, but counters that it's helping?? He might be fumbling a bit in the dark on how to phrase things in a way that a) Appeal to Dan's sense of feelings-driven logic thing he has going on, b) Doesn't come up as manipulative because the intent isnt to, to restrict but help his bf redirect all those extreme impulses into good things. bc he believes in him. He's already used to being a good chunk of the hero community's morale booster, and he'd like to say his own moral compass is usually pretty accurate. With Dan he can roughhouse a little bit. just a little. Apparently playfighting is healthy, and by god does he still have some good old flare ups on that suppressed anger he keeps under wraps a goos 80% of the time.

Meanwhile, Dan lets his bf try to be sneaky, it's funny to let him think this whole 'I can fix him' rabbit hole. It would make him angry usually, but Dick's so sincere about caring for him its just… nice bc it reminds him of the family that got taken away from him amusing instead. yeah, that. He goes along with these silly exercises and gets some dates out of it. Oh hey, is that a hobby he actually enjoys? huh, he thought he wasn't capable of those anymore, but whatever. He's pretending, alright? He knows he's a monster, and you can't just un-fuck a ghost, or something. They're all violent in some way or another, that's how they all are. He mentions as much to Jazz with a shrug, because well, its true.

Jazz, making use of her hard-won professionalism, keeps her lips sealed this time. She prods a little, keeps count, and watches as the two prowl around each other like a couple of cats learning to live together. She thinks they're good for each other; sure, codependency isn't something anything rometely positive on any other health professional standard, but this is a halfa ghost made out of two people, and a vigilante that protects the (second, now?) most crime-infested city in order somehow.

Dan CAN change, he just doesn't want to think about it, won't admit it. It's good that he's letting someone else help with things he can't; with his issues around people leaving him, pushing people away via anger, and control issues surrounding himself, it's a miracle he hears Dick out let alone allow him to sway his decisions. He trusts Dick to help. From her perch, Dan's whipped; but she won't be the one to say it, because she knows he's stubborn enough to try to prove her wrong. Jazz isn't going to put ideas in Dan very talented hands for self-destruction and be a homewrecker.

And Dick…? Jazz doesn't know him as well, and assuming is a pitfall, but she also kinda has to judge him a bit, she's dating one of her baby brothers after all. He sounds like he also has issues dealing with control, but on the other way around; it's not malicious trying to gain control of your life, but whenever that extends to others, people tend to fall on the tin balancing line between trying to be helpful and being overbearing. Dan giving Dick agency over some of his decisions probably soothes that sort of compulsive urges too. They keep each other from being a worse version of themselves, at least-- and on the better end (which is the one she hopes for) they'll probably keep developing routines that keep uplifting each other.

Danny would love to stop being Jazz's soundboard about Dan's love life with (the first robin!!! whoa!!) this Totally Random cop that didn't get the ACAB memo. He's SO ready to make popcorn for the inevitable day Vlad finds out his sort-of son is dating Brucie Wayne's son though; those two get along like oil and water.

(funny prompt)

Dick: Were you serious about becoming the final boss?

Dan: Ha ha. Do you think I'd go along with a sweet deal planned by someone else?

Dick: I don't think you did...

(Not sure if I really understood this prompt, but I had fun lol)

Dan: I would kill for you, Dick. I would tear apart this world and gift it to you on a silver plate with a necklace made of stars and a ring of sunlight. Whatever you want, it’s yours 😊

Dick: … okay. So could I ask you to not take over the world?

Dan: No ☺️ Make a list of who you want to save, I’ll spare those people, but that’s it.

Dick:

Dick: *flattered, horny, and very, very afraid*

[wolfflowers]

Hmmrrr I should look into dream dictionaries and what the witchy world has to say on dream interpretations. Twice now it felt like a spirit visited me or acknowledged me by being present in the dream and its story.

Those two (despite being very different) felt important and it felt like an honor to see them so close to me, and that they liked or acknowledged something in me. But I have no idea who they are! And I'm not sure how to research them or who to ask.

For my own reference I'm talking about:

1 ) The electric or lightning monkey with a long tail in a "fighting house" (for training? Like martial arts?) which was also a big home/ apartment for the homeless or travelers (maybe kids? Orphans or neglected).

He fought a lot in anger, but not because he enjoyed violence. Maybe for justice? Righteous anger? Had a 1×1 or 2×2 square tapestry made old beige-white material (not paper, it was flexible in the wind).

His image was a stylised monkey with his long limbs and tail forming a circle around his body, the ink was green or red.

The last scene was me walking past it after observing it (was being shown around the place) and yellow electricity sparked within the ink for a moment, and something invisible made the tapestry ripple as if in the wind. I think his deep voice resonated from somewhere quietly.

2 ) The second walked up to me (was it twice the same man in 2 diff dreams, or 2 diff ppl but somehow related, or maybe not related at all???)

First sequence was in a wides, warm and sunny canyon of yellow stone and sand with ppl walking about. I saw a few shallow holes (looking for something or testing the ground?), and a line of ppl digging at the ground one layer at a time towards the canyon wall with really solid rods (like it was their job?) I tried not to get in anyone's way but there were so many ppl!

In another area a large group were playing a sport. I walked passed a few players while keeping myself out of their game and in the shade to join a line of spectators. I was nearly on the end of the line on the far right.

The game (or now it felt like a dance and music performance?) finished, and a proud muscular man with yellow and blue (beaded? and leather cords?) accessories on his arms and chest walked up to me, or I was passing him and I ask,

"Excuse me, I liked your performance." And here I'm worried on how to phrase my sentence because WHITE GUILT DON'T SAY SOMETHING RACIST OR IGNORANT. "An instrument that played in your music sounded like one I heard that was from Peru. Are you perhaps from that region? Like from..."

And here I couldn't remember the name of the country, think it started with a V and had and A somewhere? He let out a happy bark of laughter and smiled, extending his right arm with the elbow bent down and his open hand up for me to clasp.

"I am from A..v...z..a(?), and yes we did use that/a similar instrument!"

I look at his extended hand and I'm like huh? Me?? We clasp hands and he holds my elbow or shoulder with his left hand. I'm not sure what to do so I hold my left hand over my chest, a bit shy, and he talks to me in his native tongue.

I'm looking at him in the eyes and I don't know what he's saying but I respectfully let him continue. He seems to have finished with one clap on my elbow/shoulder, then repeats what he said in English so I could understand! Then claps me on the left shoulder with a calmer smile.

It felt like a series of small blessings for the coming future that I'm not used to say, like "may the rivers in your path let you pass", all nature-based. It felt so kind??

And just... why me? Why this much kindness for asking a question? Is it because of my interest/curiosity? Because he felt like it? Or he really enjoys helping others? It felt nice because it sounded like he meant it. ((Think this dream was because I watched a Japanese man giving his tips as a comic book/manga artist and he had a translator repeat in English.))

3 ) This dream was far longer an elaborate, involved being in an English town with stones for roads and old houses huddled closely to each other along the way. Apparently it was normal to see actors dressed in their roles and cosplayers (acting or just enjoying themselves) walking about in the busy town.

Pro actors sometimes started reenacting scenes or would improvise, sometimes even with the cosplayers (crossover galore!) and the public for the fun of it.

I was walking and saw ppl standing on the side of the road looking and smiling at an actor, I think it was HP based (not my decision lol), it was a melancholic Mad-eye Moody or Mr Filch sitting down in the shadows on the road, looking up at the sky and singing something he was upset about.

But it was all comedy for the audience because he's dramatic and often a sour character who causes problems to others.

I watched as I kept walking and grinned, noticing a few other actors and cosplayers in the surrounding audience.

I'm in a different area with just as many ppl, and it seems like a improvised scene had just ended and ppl started to amble away. I noticed a very tall mechanical Horrortale Papyrus and exclaimed something, they heard me and turned around with a grin.

They used (or painted) rusted metal for the exposed bones and mechanical joints (because the cosplayer, like most humans, was shorter than horror!Papyrus). Even the nails, screws and bolts had rust trails. They did a very good job, despite his character's sad story.

Then several other Papyruses (all UT or HT) and ppl walk up so we gather a small group going "Hey I love this guy!" "I love this guy too!"

Then the scene changes and all the Papyrus cosplayers are standing in a line extending to my right.) One at a time stands in front of me, and they automatically get swiped to the left so the next one in line faces me.

I don't do any swiping motion; it feels like a character select screen, and they're kind of floating a few inches off the ground. Yet they're still the cosplayers!

So I just. Tell every individual what I personally think and like about their costume. Some react like Paps would which is always fun to see at conventions (STARS I MISS CONS!) ((Not sure why I'm doing this tho. Maybe because I like commenting on ppl's art online?))

But the last in line is a man that just sticks out from the rest, and it feels like he came specifically to see me or to tell me something.

I think he's Native American: has tan skin, in shape, tall, has something dangling from his neck in a wide U over his chest, made with natural things/objects? (WHAT ARE WORDS)

But what makes him feel different than just a plain human was a tall square or rectangular bag/sack over his head. The bag was beige-brown, looked worn, stood upright, and it looked as if something solid and rectangular stood over his head under the sack to give this square shape.

The bag had something painted on it in black red n blue, but I can't remember what it was; was it a symbol, words, a face, like a depiction of a mask (of a spirit, deity, or a curse?)

So he stood there floating a few inches off the ground and told me something in a... sort of sad/solemn tone. I think his voice was muffled.

And I'm not sure if this was one whole person, or a spirit/deity/something using this man's body to speak to me through him.

And I can't remember what he said. Sad news? A warning? And ancestor just reaching out?

Now that I'm awake, I'm wondering if it was the spirit of someone who was killed with a sack over their head or had their head cut off in an execution, with something offensive painted on the sack (because my known families lived, and I currently live, on the lands of Native Americans, where white ppl caused a genocide).

Or, maybe, the man had passed away naturally and they covered his head so ppl could visit? Or he had a nasty head wound, or deformity, or lesions, so they covered his head with the sack and painted something meaningful before he was burried/burned? That would be a bit nicer.