“if you’re plus sized you can just shop on shein/amazon/cider, they have a good selection!!” yeah but i don’t want to rely on fast fashion. i think fat people deserve more ethical and high quality clothing choices
i am of the sincere belief that if ur on ur computer a lot you should visually customize it to high hell and back not just for funsies but also because it has literally made me less depressed before. its kind of like how rearranging your bedroom is good for your brain, yknow. i do stuff like this every few months
LIVE WALLPAPER: wallpaper engine. only thing on here that costs any money (its like 5 bucks on steam). im sure theres free alternatives but this one has a lot of presets and stuff so its less hassle and its what i use. might be a bad idea for lower end pcs tho
CUSTOM TASKBAR: retrobar on github (lots of different options)
CUSTOM CURSOR: theres a lot of places to find these, but rw-designer open cursor library is a good place to start
DISCORD: betterdiscord, im using the clearvision v7 theme with a custom background
EXTENSIONS (these are for firefox, might or might not exist on other browsers):
tabliss for the new tab theme
stylus for tumblr -> specifically the 'tumblr - custom dashboard pallette' theme for colors + bg, and this for the pre-twitterifcation layout
enhancer for youtube for custom youtube colors
the browser theme is just one i found on the firefox theme 'store'
i keep laughing at the way that eridian culture in the movie and eridian culture in the book are not contradictory at all, if you accept that movie rocky is just a total FREAK
grace: boy i sure can't wait to meet other eridians haha!
rocky, putting on a shirt for the first time in four years: rocky has something to tell grace but does grace promise not to be mad, question?
AKA "Danny haunts the Wayne Manor shortly after Jason Todd's death. Bruce... takes it as well as a grieving father probably would." DPxDC prompt idea! TW: Mentions of child death (for obvious reasons) and hallucinations.
Okay, so hear me out! Y'know how Dick Grayson had hallucinations of Jason Todd after his death for, like, months??
What if Bruce sees a shadow that looks suspiciously teenager-shaped around the manor, kicks into paranoid mode, and immediately runs 80 tests to figure out what it is. He does blood tests (he hasn't been poisoned by Fear Toxin), his MRI doesn't show any abnormalities, and he triple-checks his chronic pain medications to make sure they don't cause hallucinations. Then he focuses on the hidden cameras to determine whether an intruder infiltrated the manor. The cameras show... nothing. He can clearly see himself on the frame, but there's nothing where the figure was.
Until he switches to infrared and ultraviolet cameras. Then he can see a cold spot that looks like a teenager with medium height, average build, and wisps on its head that almost resemble unruly hair. Bruce spends the next 32 hours watching as the cold spot move from room to room. It mostly spends its time in the library (and that's Jason's favorite spot, his favorite armchair right next to the fireplace).
And Bruce feels... something. Watching as the cold spot enters Jason's room, seems to stand hesitantly in the doorway, before retreating to a spare bedroom. His chest tightens uncomfortably as the shape curls up on the spare bed, looking so small and alone. Bruce doesn't call Constantine or Zatanna. Instead, he turns off the Batcomputer and takes a shower. Asks Alfred to make a cup of hot cocoa, takes it to the spare bedroom, and quietly sets it on the bedside table. (He isn't exactly sure why he does it. But thought that it could be Jason, that his baby boy could be curled up on that bed, ignored and alone, makes his eyes burn.)
Danny, who's been freshly exorcised from his human body and escaped into the Infinite Realms to get away from the GIW, takes refuge in a nearly-abandoned manor with only the company of a grieving father and butler. So, it's weird when he wakes from another Pain Nap (because the GIW really got him good this time, ouch) to find a cup of... hot cocoa?? On the bedside table?? It sucks that he can't drink it, but if he wraps his hands around it and concentrates, he can kind of feel the warmth still.
(Meanwhile, Bruce's heart is absolutely breaking watching his little boy try to hold the cup on the infrared cameras.)
So, months go by and Bruce is trying to slowly coax "Jason's" ghost into revealing himself. Danny is elated that the grieving man seems to be getting better - smiling occasionally, not hiding away in the creepy basement (Danny never goes down there because what if it's a Vlad scenario?? He'll never willingly go into a basement again, no thanks), and actually setting out a dinner plate for Danny! Even the butler seems to be taking Danny's presence in stride, calling him "young master" and setting out cups of tea. He appreciates it, even if they sit there and get cold. It's nice to be noticed, included, regardless if he can't participate. Maybe it's because he's been exorcised from his own human body, but he's totally invisible, intangible, and can only communicate via Ghostspeak.
Maybe Tim Drake never approaches Batman because he doesn't act violently, doesn't become the monster who lashes out due to the loss of his youngest child. Sure, the absence of Robin is noticed, but maybe Tim decides he'll intervene only if Batman seems to really, really need help. Except... he doesn't. Bruce's "son" is still with him. They can still sit together at dinner, "Jason" mostly stays in the library, and Bruce engineers infrared/ultraviolet glasses so he can see where his son is. The manor almost starts to feel... homey again. Bruce notices Jason never, ever goes into the basement and thinks he understands: after all, why would Jason want to be reminded of vigilantism when it got him killed in the first place? (...that Bruce couldn't save his own son from Batman's villains? That it's Bruce's fault Jason died in the first place?)
And then Red Hood comes into the picture.
The final confrontation comes where Red Hood takes off his helmet, snarling about how Bruce chose the Joker over his own son, and Bruce just... stops.
"Jay, why aren't you at home?" Bruce asks. He's baffled - he can't think past how did his ghost get here? How is his son's ghost alive?? Jason, however, is equally baffled. The stand-off ends with Jason somehow coming back to the Manor, which apparently now has infrared scanners everywhere? ("For you," Bruce said quietly. Why the hell would he need a scanner? The fu-)
And then they both pause while looking at the scanner. Because the ghost is... still there. Curled up in Jason's spot in the library with a still-hot cup of tea Alfred delivered moments ago.
Cue Bruce actually contacting Zatanna, who realizes Danny is literally a Hafta and could've gotten Danny back in his body months ago.
ive seen multiple ppl make "grace is now an eridian" aus (which i support) so i thought id take a whack at it
he has four toes instead of three and struggles. my boy struggles. but i did want him to be sort of like a jewel tone of grace's eyes anyway goodnight i love you stay hydrated
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 feel 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 cape. 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?”
I reblogged her late last year and my 2024 has been very satisfying work-wise and (secure enough to not stress out) money-wise so far. Money Snake is wise and good.
Tim Drake remembers the first time he realized Daniel "Danny" Fenton wasn't entirely human. It had been four hours after they met.
Danny had been hired as a temporary employee at W.E. for the Gotham Knights Initiative- a smaller project to get at risk kids school supplies, school uniforms, school fees and a meal plan. This project, though large and new, was a once-a-year event and thus a full time team was not needed.
Danny had been hired as a bookkeeper whose primary job was to keep an eye on the budget and purchases. Tim had encountered him while making a trip to the staff room for a quick cup of coffee. Before this, the two had been introduced at the staff meeting earlier that morning, though it had been fast and formal, so he didn't have much of an opinion about Danny beyond "new guy who checks my company's signs."
All in all, Danny had been rather forgettable, from his plain face to his cheap suit, until the break room.
Danny had been pumping various syrups into his cup from the flavor cart Tim had insisted on when he arrived. His argument for that flavor cart was that employees could make their own flavored coffee on W.E.'s dime instead of dropping seven or eight dollars at some Cafe chain. The real reason was so that Tim didn't have to walk to a nearby cafe or send someone to get it for him.
Tim lingered, debating if he should greet the other, when Danny took the first sip of his coffee. At once, a purr filled the room, taking Tim by surprise so much so that he forgot to even announce his presence, just watching the other man with fascination as the purrring got louder. Danny leaned back on the counter, eyes closed in bliss as his chest rumbled with the noise.
The sound cut off abruptly when Tim pushed the door open completely, and Danny shot him a look of panic. This told Tim that Fenton did not want anyone knowing he could make that noise. So he pretends he never heard it.
"Morning" He said instead, smiling in a polite way as he walked towards the coffee pot "New batch?"
"Yes" Danny gulped, knuckles white from how hard he gripped his mug. Their conversation was quick and polite, just a bit off, but not enough to be considered tense. Neither was familiar enough with the other to have a full-blown conversation. Tim left with his mug of flavored coffee in three minutes, ears straining for more purs but none came.
By the time Tim made it down the hallway, up the elevator, and sat down at his desk, he knew the bookkeeper was nonhuman, likely hiding it. He also knew it didn't matter, and he continued his work.
A week later, Tim found Danny working after hours, apparently trying to correct a mistake on the number of pencil cases ordered that an intern had made and accidentally went over budget, meaning Danny had to create multiple grant appeals. As he was typing away aggressively on the wireless keyboard, a soft growl, like that of a canine, built up in the back of his throat. It made the hairs on Tim's arm stand, but otherwise, he ignored it. He merely grabbed a pack of copy paper from the supply cabinet, the reason he had wandered remotely close to Danny's work area and went on his way.
Tim filed the new noise away in a mental slot he reserved for Fenton, but found no reason to worry about it. He knew many people who were meta-human and aliens (and, honestly, anything in between or beyond) who hid a similar secret. As long as Danny wasn't bothering anyone, Tim saw no reason to bother him.
Nearly three weeks passed before Tim heard another unusual sound from his temporary employee. This one was not animalistic, but it sounded like a broken beeper going off as the man desperately tried to stop a bout of hiccups. Other employees checked the fire alarms, a few times convinced that a battery had to be changed somewhere, while Danny slouched in his chair, looking red-faced and clamping one hand over his mouth.
With each slight spasm of his chest a slight sharp beep rang out from below Danny's fingers. Tim wondered how no one had noticed he was making the sound, as the entire room of fully grown adults searched for the fire alarm that needed changing.
A ticket was even placed into facilities t9 come up and check the systems while Danny slipped away, claiming a sudden upset stomach. Tim watched him leave, sipping his lavender-flavored coffee and adding the new noise to his mental file.
The real kicker was one month and two weeks after Fenton was hired. Tim had stayed late one night to catch up on work that had piled up during a long case, and he had forgotten to inform the rest of the temporary employees of his plan. This meant that Danny had assumed he was the last one in the building, so he started blasting music while he worked.
Tim could hear the bass of the music from his office; he couldn't make out the words, but the noise was loud enough to get through the floor, letting him know it was rock. After a few hours of it, curiosity got the best of him, and he wandered down to the second floor to see what the song or band was.
The second the elevator door dinged open, his ears were assaulted by the loud, blasting music of Ember Mclain (a pop-rock singer who dominated the charts for months and vanished without a trace) and a second-louder electric guitar. Thinking an employee had brought an instrument to work, playing it instead of working, Tim had marched into the work area for the Gotham Knight, intending to hand out a verbal warning.
What he found was Danny Fenton, playing an air guitar but producing the sound with his mouth. He danced around his desk, eyes closed and completely engrossed with the music that he did not notice Tim standing at the doorway, dumbfounded.
As Fenton moved his head back and forth in a classic headbang, Tim watched as his hair slowly turned pure snow-white and the electric guitar noise grew louder and louder, overpowering the music. Eventually, Danny got lost in a rock solo that had nothing to do with the song, waving his arms against an instrument that wasn't there and rocking his tush back and forth like a man possessed by the power of rock.
Tim almost clapped, but stopped himself in time, as he carefully backed away and returned to his office.
When he sat back down at his desk, muttering the same song under his breath, Tim knew what Fenton was.
A mimic.
Likely a half-breed.
It made sense why Fenton flinched so much whenever Tim offered him a handshake. He made a mental note to stop wearing his pure-silver rings and switch to something more sensible.
He had plenty of gold and rubies that needed to be pulled out of storage.
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