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I don't know how to do this ‘people’ thing They/Them I mainly reblog stuff Current fandoms: Batman/DC, DPxDC, Avengers/MCU, Harry Potter, Assassin’s Creed (Desmond Miles), Star Wars (Obi-Wan), Supernatural (TV), ATLA (Zuko). An Adulty Age, Autistic, Ace. Most tags are used solely to make THIS blog easier to navigate. #YES is my favourite stuff

[captainkirkk]

Ok but Zuko using the knowledge he acquired during his banishment to help him as the Fire Lord. Like making small talk with Earth Kingdom dignitaries about their local foods that he enjoyed and even misses. Like having in-depth conversations with his captains about sea currents and navigation. Like, in the middle of a meeting with several high-ranking naval officials, pointing out flails in security, like how a person can cling to a Fire Nation ship for hours at a time, or climb aboard using hatches on the upper decks, or disguise themselves as a lower ranking guard with easily accessible spare armour….

Though none of his experiences can prepare Zuko for the long, awkward silence that comes after he admits to doing or at least knowing something illegal and/or completely buck wild

[cinthi-lante]

fire lord zuko: you should maybe revisit the security measures around the water ducts that the sealturtles use

northern water tribe leader: that’s not necessary, no one can survive submerged in the artic ocean for so many minutes

zuko:

zuko: remember that time the fire nation attacked you

[chucktaylorupset]

Zuko: okay first you have to promise not to get mad

[kamen-rider-zed]

Earth King: Tell me about your first visit to Ba Sing Se.

Zuko:

[elidyce]

Okay, but before all this:

Advisors: Princess Azula did perform the astounding feat of infiltrating Ba Sing Se…

Zuko: Huh? Oh, that’s not hard. It’s pretty nice, if you don’t mind the brainwashing, but you can’t get a spicy octopus for love or money. We ate so much jook. *shudders*

Advisors:… you got in too…. interesting.

*

Advisors: The mysterious Water Tribe city at the North Pole

Zuko: It’s a pretty place, if you like ice.  Lots of sealturtles. They have a really nice little sort of sacred grove thing there, too, I kidnapped the Avatar from it once.

Advisors: …. we have some questions….

*

Advisors: We still have not found the Fire Lord’s secret supplier of new weapons - 

Zuko: He’s at the Northern Air Temple. (Realizing they’re all staring at him) Oh, no, I haven’t met him personally, but I have friends who have. He sounds like a very interesting guy.

Advisors: SO MANY QUESTIONS

*

Zuko: (while directing post-war reparation efforts) Oh, and we need to send a lot of people to work on replanting the forest around this obscure village.

Advisors:…. may we ask why?

Zuko: Apparently the local panda spirit is pretty mad about having its forest burned down. 

Advisors, now afraid to ask: ….Yes, Fire Lord. 

*

Every now and then, the curiosity gets too much and they’ll bring up something like ‘legendary sand benders’ or ‘Southern Islands’ and Zuko invariably produces some tidbit of local knowledge (either his own or gleaned from the Gaang’s stories) and six Foreign Ministers have resigned in fear and the seventh one only barely held it together when Zuko greeted an envoy from a tiny, insignificant Earth Kingdom island with ‘Listen, I am really sorry about what happened last time, I hope the supplies I sent helped with the rebuilding, do you still have that giant eel thing?” IS THERE ANYTHING HE DOESN’T KNOW.

[knittingandscience]

Advisor: Before we start the meeting, I’d like to address the anniversary of Captain Zhao’s mysterious disappearance…

Zuko: At least he died doing what he loved?

Advisor: What do you mean, died?

[sockisverylost]

Advisor: so we’re still unaware of where the air temple is located-

Zuko pointing at the map: it’s really not that hard to find, I’ve been there three times and lived there for a bit. Its near the su- oh right I can’t talk about it

The Advisor, realizing the Fire Lord is talking about some vastly unknown areas that were deemed unsafe for people and an upside down gravity defying temple airbenders should only be able to access: sir??????

[life-is-fandoms]

@thatlostsock What do you think will happen when they find out about Boiling Rock? Or the Blue Spirit?

[sockisverylost]

@life-is-fandoms For the boiling rock I feel like Zuko would ty to tell them but as soon as he gets into detail the advisors look so horrified lmao and for the Blue Spirit he would deny it or something so he can keep doing his thing without the advisors onto him (they still are)

*

Advisor: we heard that last year four prisoners broke out of The Boiling Rock, it was horrible and criminal, what do you think of it?

Zuko:

Zuko: alright lets take a moment to imagine I’m not the Firelord and I’m recognized as a criminal to the fire nation-

*

Advisor: a criminal called “The Blue Spirit” has resurfaced what should we do?

Zuko: hm, are you sure they’re not just a freedom fighter or Kyoshi warrior-

Advisor: no I’m fairly certain that The Blue Spirit is of water tribe origin and not of the earth kingdom.

Zuko: Oh, interesting. And what do you propose we should do to stop them?

Suki & Sokka:

[alculai]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[captainkirkk]

Ok but Zuko using the knowledge he acquired during his banishment to help him as the Fire Lord. Like making small talk with Earth Kingdom dignitaries about their local foods that he enjoyed and even misses. Like having in-depth conversations with his captains about sea currents and navigation. Like, in the middle of a meeting with several high-ranking naval officials, pointing out flails in security, like how a person can cling to a Fire Nation ship for hours at a time, or climb aboard using hatches on the upper decks, or disguise themselves as a lower ranking guard with easily accessible spare armour….

Though none of his experiences can prepare Zuko for the long, awkward silence that comes after he admits to doing or at least knowing something illegal and/or completely buck wild

[cinthi-lante]

fire lord zuko: you should maybe revisit the security measures around the water ducts that the sealturtles use

northern water tribe leader: that’s not necessary, no one can survive submerged in the artic ocean for so many minutes

zuko:

zuko: remember that time the fire nation attacked you

[chucktaylorupset]

Zuko: okay first you have to promise not to get mad

[kamen-rider-zed]

Earth King: Tell me about your first visit to Ba Sing Se.

Zuko:

[elidyce]

Okay, but before all this:

Advisors: Princess Azula did perform the astounding feat of infiltrating Ba Sing Se…

Zuko: Huh? Oh, that’s not hard. It’s pretty nice, if you don’t mind the brainwashing, but you can’t get a spicy octopus for love or money. We ate so much jook. *shudders*

Advisors:… you got in too…. interesting.

*

Advisors: The mysterious Water Tribe city at the North Pole

Zuko: It’s a pretty place, if you like ice.  Lots of sealturtles. They have a really nice little sort of sacred grove thing there, too, I kidnapped the Avatar from it once.

Advisors: …. we have some questions….

*

Advisors: We still have not found the Fire Lord’s secret supplier of new weapons - 

Zuko: He’s at the Northern Air Temple. (Realizing they’re all staring at him) Oh, no, I haven’t met him personally, but I have friends who have. He sounds like a very interesting guy.

Advisors: SO MANY QUESTIONS

*

Zuko: (while directing post-war reparation efforts) Oh, and we need to send a lot of people to work on replanting the forest around this obscure village.

Advisors:…. may we ask why?

Zuko: Apparently the local panda spirit is pretty mad about having its forest burned down. 

Advisors, now afraid to ask: ….Yes, Fire Lord. 

*

Every now and then, the curiosity gets too much and they’ll bring up something like ‘legendary sand benders’ or ‘Southern Islands’ and Zuko invariably produces some tidbit of local knowledge (either his own or gleaned from the Gaang’s stories) and six Foreign Ministers have resigned in fear and the seventh one only barely held it together when Zuko greeted an envoy from a tiny, insignificant Earth Kingdom island with ‘Listen, I am really sorry about what happened last time, I hope the supplies I sent helped with the rebuilding, do you still have that giant eel thing?” IS THERE ANYTHING HE DOESN’T KNOW.

[knittingandscience]

Advisor: Before we start the meeting, I’d like to address the anniversary of Captain Zhao’s mysterious disappearance…

Zuko: At least he died doing what he loved?

Advisor: What do you mean, died?

[outcasts-redeemer]

Adviser: “There still has been no word about the whereabouts of the vigilante known as the Blue Spirit. The last reported sighting was in Ba Sing Se. It is imperative we find more information about him.”

Zuko: “Oh you’re still looking into that?”

Adviser: “He is a wanted criminal in both the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation for espionage, theft, assault and battery, breaking and entering and breaking numerous other local laws and customs.”

Zuko: “Huh when you put it like that it does sound pretty bad.”

Adviser: “My Lord, surly you heard of him and his crimes.”

Zuko: “Of course I heard of him. Its just… I mean considering all the good he did. His heart was in the right place?”

Adviser: “…”

Zuko: “Ok, so don’t get mad…”

[rederiswrites]

There used to be a lot of activities that took place around a populated area like a village or town, which you would encounter before you reached the town itself. Most of those crafts have either been eliminated in the developed world or now take place out of view on private land, and so modern authors don't think of them when creating fantasy worlds or writing historical fiction. I think that sprinkling those in could both enrich the worlds you're writing in and, potentially, add useful plot devices.

For example, your travelers might know that they're near civilization when they start finding trees in the woods that have been tapped, for pitch or for sap. They might find a forester's trap line and trace it back to his hut to get medical care. Maybe they retrace the passage of a peasant and his pig out hunting for truffles. If they're coming along a coast, maybe your travelers come across the pools where sea water is dried down to salt, or the furnaces where bog iron ore is smelted.

Maybe they see a column of smoke and follow it to the house-sized kilns of a potter's yard where men work making bricks or roof tiles. From miles away they could smell the unmistakeable odor of pine sap being rendered down into pitch, and follow that to a village. Or they hear the flute playing of a shepherd boy whiling away the hours in the high pasture.

They could find the clearing where the charcoal burners recently broke down an earth kiln, and follow the hoof prints and drag marks of their horse and sledge as they hauled the charcoal back to civilization. Or follow the sound of metal on stone to a quarry or gravel pit. Maybe they know they're nearly to town when they come across a clay bank with signs of recent clay gathering.

Of course around every town and city there will be farms, more densely packed the closer you are. But don't just think of fields of grains or vegetables. Think of managed woodlands, like maybe trees coppiced-- cut and then regrown--to customize the shape or size of the branches. Cows being grazed in a communal green. Waiting as a huge flock of ducks is driven across the road. Orchards in bloom.

If they're approaching by road, there will be things best done out of town. The threshing floor where grain is beaten with flails or run through crushing wheels to separate the grain from its casing, and then winnowed, using the wind to carry away the chaff. Laundresses working in the river, their linens bleaching on the grass at the drying yard. The stench of the tanners, barred from town for stinking so badly. The rushing wheel-race and great creaking wheel of the flour mill.

If it's a larger town, there might be a livestock market outside the gates, with goats milling in woven willow pens or chickens in wooden cages. Or a line of horses for the wealthier buyer or your desperate travelers. There might be a red light district, escaping the regulations of the city proper, or plain old slums. More industrial yards, like the yards where fabric is dyed (these might also smell quite bad, like rotting plant material, or urine).

There are so many things that preindustrial people did and would find familiar that we just don't know about now. So much of life was lived out in the open for anyone to see. Make your world busy and loud and colorful!

[nikoisme]

The beach is always changing. You could go to the same spot every day, you're always looking at a different beach.

[alculai]

[porterr-robinson]

[sandersstudies]

This is so

Unnecessary

[myrrhguy-deactivated20250626]

how do you explain to someone that this is your sense of humour

[celtic-pyro-deactivated20230725]

“What could the audio possibly be?”

*unmutes*

“Oh,”

[moonblossom]

If I ever don’t laugh at this, assume I died.

[identifying-cars-in-posts]

2014-2018 Mazda 3

[abz-j-harding]

thank you , identifying-cars-in-posts blog

[dreamwatch]

How am I only just learning this!?

[livingmeatloaf]

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[westiec]

Wait

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IT WORKS

Is this new???? I've been wanting wildcard relationship search for YEARS 😍😍😍

My multishipping ass is about to go ham...

[mysteryteacup]

helpful info for those who need it

[sneaky-eel]

Work in progress, but I will hopefully finish it later this week!

Idea that after touching the apple in brotherhood, Desmond AND Lucy are teleported back. Lucy struggles with telling Desmond about her being a Templar or not because now they were technically free so did he really need to know? She ends up being the one reluctant to go back to the present though Desmond isn’t much better. He “accidentally” immediately starts flirting back once Ezio starts.

Ezio gets to play sugar daddy to Desmond and Claudia ambushes Lucy to train her and yuri happens.

[sneaky-eel]

Continuation of this

[sneaky-eel]

I should be coloring these

[lil-pima-stuck-in-a-vine]

The Backrooms is just the infinite realms. Imagine this:

Danny chillin playing Doomed in a house with reversed signs. Then suddenly someone falls from the ceiling and lands in front of him. The being bounces once with a grunt. “Fuckin’ ow.” The person says into the floor. Just laying there for a moment. Danny pauses his game, looking at the lump of a slender man in a cape on the ground.

“You good man?” Danny asks, eyebrow raised.

“Peachy.” The human (?) said. They raise their head with a groan and look around. The person has shaggy hair and a domino mask over their eyes. They seem to scan the area as they get up. Looking at Danny, they ask, “where am I?” Danny cocks his head to the side. “The realms..? Who are you?”

“Red Robin. What’s the realms?”

At this the room shifts. “Well geez. Guess it’s time to go” comments Danny. He packs up a bag, grabs Red Robin by the upper arm and pulls him up and drags him behind him. Red Robin looks around to see the house changing into colors of yellow and shifting into what seems to be an old office space. “Wha-what’s happening?”

“The rooms are shifting. This part of the realms shifts a lot. The yellow usually means something is hunting nearby. I don’t fee like dealing with it and you seem like you need help. So, we rollin’.” Danny explains in a nonchalance way. Red Robin looks around in curious bewilderment. “Yellow… office…” the vigilante pulls on Danny’s arm. “ARE WE IN THE FUCKIN BACKROOMS?!”

Danny hisses at the noise and pulls RR against the wall and covers his mouth. “I said something is hunting nearby. And you decide to scream?! Your self preservation must be shot for a cap. Not even I’m that bad and I’m half dead.”

They go through a door and enter what looks like a bedroom full of space themed paraphernalia.

“Okay. Now. Give me the low down on how you got into the realms and we can get you back to where you’re from. Also, what the fuck is the Backrooms?” Danny says as he falls into his desk chair, booting up his clunky desktop computer. The fan spinning and whining to life.

Looking around the room Red Robin gets retro vibes from his point of view. ‘This all looks millennial’ he thought as he looked at a calendar hanging above the desk. “Um, dude, what year is it?”

“2007. Why?”

“I’m from 2026. What the fuck.”

[radiantworm]

other superheros get training from their mentors, from the super secret society, from alien tech,from the monks or they have some kind of military background.

phantom, on the other hand, got training from the firefighters in his town after he crashed on their cases one too many times and they decided that "yup, if your gonna try to help, might aswell give you some training so you could be useful.", he got training from the paramedics because they were worried he wouldn't know how to help an injured human, he got training from his local town detective who smokes too much and gives him cookies when he can help with his Ghost senses and figure out if this was a human crime or a ghost crime.

[birdsbatsandcatsohmy]

your tim's so cute. i could eat him up

No!!! Don't eat him!! He's just a baby!! 🥺🥺

Thank-you!!! So much, I wrote you a little treat!

💗💗💗💗💗

A continuation of this.

Dick watches as Tim chases after the ball, it was a beautiful day, he’s glad he decided to go to the park.

Tim gets close to the ball then slows to a stop, looking at something on the play ground, before taking off running towards it.

“Woah Tim!” Dick chases Tim down quickly, scooping him up before he can get too far. “Where are you going bud?”

“No! Dick!” Tim kicks his legs trying to get away. “Let go!”

“You can’t just run off Timbo.” Dick explains keeping a firm grip on the todler. “Why don’t you tell me where you want to go.”

Tim stops struggling with a pout, pointing towards the playground. “Monkey Bars!”

“You wanna climb the monkey bars?” Dick asks.

“Yeah!” Tim nods his head enthusiastically. “Monley Bars!”

“Okay.” Dick sets Tim back down and he immedietly runs to the monkey bars.

“Monkey Bars!” Tim shouts, climbing up the lowest part.

Dick comes up behind him, and helps him climb up to the top. Holding him so he can swing from bar to bar. “Look at you go little monkey!”

“No! I’m Robin!” Tim declares as the get to the end, and turn around.

“Oh my apologies.” Dick responds. “I didn’t know I was in the presence of a superhero.”

Tim giggles then starts trying to pull himself up to the top of the bars.

“You wanna sit up top?” Dick asks.

“Yes please!” Tim confirms.

“Alright let go for a sec.” Dick instructs, setting Tim down. “Stay there.”

Tim does as instructed, as Dick climbs onto the top off the monkey bars, hooking his legs and flipping up side down. Tim gasps in delight.

“Alright come here.” Dick garbs Tim, lifting him up onto the top of the bars, keeping a steadying grip on him as Dick pulls himself back upright. Dick shifts so he’s sitting between too bars then picks Tim up so he can sit on hi lap. “There, how that.”

Tim stares around at the park in awe. “We’re so tall.”

Dick snorts. “Yeah, I think I can see your house from here.”

Tim makes a face. “No! We’re too far.”

“Ah, you’re right.” Dick nods. “What can we see from here?”

“Um…” Tim looks around, then lights up. “Ice cream!”

Dick glances over and see the ice cream stand.

“Dick.” Tim suddenly starts squirming to get into Dicks face. “Can we get ice cream! Please!”

“I don’t know buddy.” Dick pretends to think about it. “Ice creams not for little birds.”

Tim gasps in offence. “I’m not a bird! I’m a boy!”

“But you said you were a Robin.” Dick points out.

Tim looks shocked, unsure how to respond. “No, not that Robin.”

“What Robin did you mean?” Dick asks.

“Robin’s a hero not a bird!” Tim insists.

“Are you sure?” Dick tries to surpress his laughter, as Tim gives him an incredible dead pan stare. “I think they might be a bird.” 

“You’re silly.” Tim states grabbing Dick’s face.

“Oh am I?”

“Yes.” Tim confirms.

Dick ruffles Tim’s hair. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Tim responds pating Dick’s cheeks. “Let’s get ice cream.”

“Okay.” Dick agrees, grabing Tim and flipping down from the monkeys bars. 

Tim gasps in delight.

“What ice cream are you going to get?” Dick asks, lifting Tim up to sit on Dick’s shoulders.

“Stawberry!” Tim declares.

“What was that?” Dick asks for confirmation. “I didn’t hear you.”

Tim had an incredible vocabulary for his age, so Dick delighted in his rare little toddlerisims.

“Stawberry!” Tim exclaims again. “I want strawberry please!”

“Okay, strawberry it is.” Dick agrees, walking Tim over to the stand.

“Hello, what can I get you?” The clerk greets.

“Two small cones please.” Dick asks, handing the clerk the money. “One chocolate, and what did you want Tim?”

“Stawberry please.” Tim asks quietly.

“Okay. two cones coming up.” The clerk scoops Tim’s frist handing it up to him. “Here you go sir.”

“Thank-you!” Tim takes the cone, and starts eating the ice cream.

“You’re welcome.” The clerk responds, scooping Dick’s cone. “You have a cute son.”

“Oh no, he’s not my kid.” Dick corrects. “I’m his babysitter.”

“Oh I’m sorry.” The clerk flushes. “His parents are lucky, you’re really good with him.”

“Thanks.” Dick responds, taking his ice cream.

Dick walks Tim over to a bench so they can sit and enjoy their ice cream cones before heading back to the manor.

[drawbyranemiura]

Just a regular day of Batfam shenanigans. Hospital visit take two electric bugaloo! Tim : * hospitalized due to zesty + coffee overload * Jason and Damian : " Deserved ..." Dick : * experiencing karma and about to be triggered *

Duke : * In patrol but called anyway after seeing a vision * " Chill bro..." Bruce! Come save your kid/s!

Re-draw of this post from 2025. OG post from @loomingspector Click me If you appreciate my work, kindly reblog and comment :)

[nopizzaaftermidnight]

[nopizzaaftermidnight]

June 26, 2014

What the heck! As of this reblog, this comic has 21 notes. Apparently a little reblog chain happened, but I don’t really remember noticing. Much higher numbers than my usual 0 or 1. My first taste of success, and I totally missed it!

[ailithnight]

Knitty Kitty

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

easter candy was on sale so i bought 144 reeses eggs & that’s something you should know about me

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

The Next Two Weeks Are Prime Discount Easter Candy Real Estate

I bought a gross of eggs for 12c a piece and i still consider that my grounding achievement in life

[a-few-mice]

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

get em while you. can!

[ann0yedpeach]

Y’all, Gaud just bought 144 Reese’s eggs for $17.28.

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

2020, 16 DAE (Days After Easter): performed reconnaissance of local pharmacies, prices range from 44-65 cents per egg. Inside intell indicates next markdown to occur by weekend. shelves currently 30-40% stocked. paramount that operation occurs before stock is depleted, but NOT until we achieve 25 cents per egg. timing is crucial 

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

BAM MOTHERFUCKER

13¢ an egg @ the pharmacy. Another successful haul, 4th year running. The Lord is risen, amen

Bought 2 boxes, SPENT LESS THAN 10 BUCKS

[blood-trip-god2]

The only time this year eggs will be cheap

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

Happy Feast Of Saint Mark Downs to those who celebrate!

[keepsdrifting]

Danny is... Having a Great Time.

Jazz always told him he needed to get back into something. After being a hero for the grand majority of his teenage years. He really didn't have time to enjoy his half-life, like, at all. Too busy fighting, too busy planning, too busy forming contingency plans.

Now, though? The Justice League has been founded. There are heroes for the whole world. The Fenton Portal was shut down, JLDark did NOT appreciate an open door to the afterlife in the middle of the continental US.

So... Danny is... currently drifting pretty hard. He never wanted to be a Hero. That was always a responsibility rather than any kind of want. Sure, it was fun sometimes, but he just wanted to live. Sam was more enamored with the Hero life than he ever was.

Well, there was something he genuinely enjoyed that wouldn't take him off the planet and away from everyone he loved. So, here he is, with a camera and a dream, at the bottom of the ocean. He glows a little and has a spotlight, so light isn't a huge problem.

The only issue is the one cuddly octopus that has chosen his hair as it's home. He can't evict it. It's too cute. And now he can't rise too quickly, nor stay in the air too long. He doesn't want to hurt the little guy. He's pretty sure it's a guy.

Danny has dubbed him, Sir Squishy. And Sir Squishy loves the tiny crabs that Danny finds sometimes.

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[keepsdrifting]

Danny is... Tweeting NOAA?

Part 1

Sir Squishy wiggled two of his arms in front of Danny's eyes where he was sitting, sopping wet, covered head to toe in oceanic wildlife, in the shallow water of the beach of... hold on, let him check his map... Metropolis.

"Hold on, Sir Squishy, I just need to type for a minute." He brushed the arms out of his line of sight gently, very gently. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the little octopus, but gosh-darnit, he had to make sure his photo got to the right people.

Obviously, he couldn't email them. That'd be stupid. Have to make it public, so everyone could see how silly the ocean really was.

The photograph, along with three more from different angles, showed a few very very strange looking deep-sea animals. He'd even caught a, he thinks it's a crab, riding a goblin shark. One photo, from his brief visit to a coral reef, had a five-participant joust of vibrantly colored flat worms.

There was a lot of that going on at the reefs. Looking had made him kind of uncomfortable.

He may have been a little distracted typing, because Sir Squishy waving an arm higher in the air, and pulling his hair in the process, brought his attention to a weirdo wearing his underwear on the outside who lowered himself into the water a couple feet away.

Danny glared at him suspiciously.

"Hi there, young man. Do you... need any help? You appear to be covered in wildlife."

Danny glared harder for a second.

"These are my friends, thank you very much." Sir Squishy poked him in the eye. He couldn't tell if it was on purpose, but it was still kinda rude. He brushed the arm out of his face again, gently, so so gently.

"Ah... well, your octopus... seems very friendly." This underpants-on-the-outside weirdo seemed very awkward. Wait... wasn't he one of those new heroes? With the Justice Force or something? Maybe it's been too long since he surfaced, heck, he's falling behind on the news again.

Danny looked at his brightly colored costume, very very bright. Blue and yellow with red underpants on the outside. Sorry, he can't get over that this quickly.

"Sir Squishy is very friendly, yes. Did you need something from me? Maybe fashion advice? Pro tip, the things sold as underwear go on the inside." Woah, Danny, too aggressive. Tone it down. Just because your tweeting got interrupted doesn't mean you can go off on a stranger like that.

"Heck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so aggressive. I guess it's been a while since I've socialized with humans or... wait, didn't I read you were an alien or something?"

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