stop using chatgpt!!!! take a bronze pin and carve your questions onto an ox scapula, then toss it into the fire!!!! use the cracks to divine the gods answer!!!!
citations still have to be APA 7th edition though. if you plagiarise, the gods will flood the yellow river again. and you'll lose your academic standing.
Danny who has really bad PTSD and Paranoia brought on by Vlad bugging his house. So when Danny and Jason move in together, and Jason insists on a security system, he gives Danny full control. He lets Danny pick where all the cameras go, and he links them up to Danny's phone so Danny can shut them off to feel safe if he needs to.
Everything goes fine for a while. Danny shuts the cameras down when hes having a bad day, but usually he leaves them and even seems less paranoid about them as time goes on.
But then, Danny finally convinces Jason to let them get a dog. Jason agreed so long as it was small to medium size, so of course that ment they brought home some sort of massive breed that Jason pretty sure is part wolf. Or demon. But Danny insists its a small dog, and won't grow any bigger than 36inches tall, and he looked so happy and in love with the dog that Jason just couldn't say no. At least it was well behaved-
-But after a week or so of having the dog, it started acting weird one morning. Standing the middle of the living room, they barked at the corner of the house repeatedly, not coming for food or water or to play. Finally, Danny checked out what they were looking at, and as he dug around and searched, his body started shaking in fear.
It was a camera. Not one of their, it was more high tech, smaller, and not at all where Danny placed them. Danny threw the camera on the ground, breaking it, before frantically tearing the house apart in search of more, the dog more than happy to help him search. Danny looked and relooked and checked for four hours before finally collapsing in the closet and having a panic attack.
When Jason came home to the house torn apart he freaked out and was relieved to find Danny in the closet with the dog. Though, he was worried that Danny was completely despondent and that his face was stained with tears.
When he finally got him to talk, and tell him about the cameras, Jason was pissed. He had a good idea who planted them, and he was so angry that they caused such a setback.
Jason took Danny and the dog to a hotel, watching with a tense jaw as Danny did a sweep of their room 6 times before laying on the bed and passing out.
Filled with righteous fury, Jason went back to the house, gathered up all the smashed cameras and drove straight to Wayne Manor. It was a shame, Jason hadn't been feeling the pit rage as strongly as of late, and now suddenly it was bubbling all up to a surface, and just when Jason was thinking of trying to reconnect and mabe introducing them to Danny. But now, now he kind of just wanted them all dead for setting Danny back in his healing.
Oh Jason screaming at them til his throat raw, hand twitching towards the hidden gun he forgot to leave behind in his anger.
He storms out without hearing them out, taking Danny away from Gotham for a impromptu road trip, no electronics, car completely checked right in front of Danny right before they leave.
It was Vlad. He finally found a way through Danny's security measures, he just had to use a Meta with density shifting instead of planting the bugs himself.
Vlad had been watching for ages and figured out one of Danny's triggers that caused him to turn all of their security systems off. He deliberately had Danny triggered, then set the Meta boy in there while they were out of the house. He'd told the kid some sob story about trying to get evidence of Danny being abused by his partner, so that they could get him away legally and safely and the other guy put in gaol, and the kids was more than happy to help - it's Gotham, this isn't an uncommon story told about them by outsiders.
Even more luckily for Vlad, Danny and Jason assumed that Jason's air-headed bimbo father had them installed, making the two boys leave the safety of Lady Gotham's city without any sort of electronic device or way to contact the outside world for help.
He has their safe house gassed with knock out gas and the two safely transported back to his castle with none the wiser.
It’s recently been found that even hive insects rest. Bees will play with colorful toys. Ants sleep for about 1 minute but they do it so frequently it amounts to a few hours per day. Even trees take breaks.
The only things that work without rest are machines; literally everything that lives requires rest.
EVERYTHING THAT LIVES REQUIRES REST. STOP JUDGING YOURSELF FOR NOT BEING A ROBOT.
robots require very frequent breaks! welding machines generally have it programmed in that they can’t run so long they melt themselves. ive overseen two different manufacturing robots now and each of them were fragile, finicky idiots that require constant maintenance and repair. they pause in between moves, in between jobs. you’re always keeping an eye on programming errors, on coolant levels, on heat. you’re always pulling bits of scrap out of joints, sweeping up debris, washing off nozzles and untangling hoses. and even then it snaps a chain and takes a whole morning’s vacation.
I work for the road crew in the summer. Crack sealing (the process you see above) is fairly quick and simple. (Though holding a hose that pumps literal tons of 350F tar into the road in the middle of the summer is NOT easy)
I think what a lot of people underestimate is just how much road there is in your city. And just how many directions the crew gets pulled.
For our city of around 50k people there are 8 of us.
Also, crack sealing is a wholly temporary measure, meant to slow the break-up of the roads, it’s not a permanent fix.
Roads tend to get closed for months on end because we have to tear the whole thing up, then, depending on the class of road, we either have to hammer-drill into concrete to lay rebar and the pour concrete, or we can get straight to paving. If it’s a road requiring concrete we’re required to wait at least 24 hours for it to set.
So after 2 days we’re finally able to pave. But the city allocates one (two if we’re lucky) 5 ton truck to transport material.
A relatively short paving job requires at a minimum of 60 tons. So that’s 12 trips to the asphalt factory and back. Each ton is around $80.
TL;DR
There’s a lot of road, not many of us, and soup is expensive.
Pleased to report that after a day of this i am not longer craving caper brine and my mouth is not dry as usual. There's some good suggestions in the notes too that I want to try.
-ancient roman posca: water, red or white wine vinegar, honey, salt, herbs (coriander, mint, thyme)
-switchel: water, ginger, vinegar, sweetener, lemon, salt
Batman, over coms: Alright, let's bring it in for the night.
Nightwings: Hold on, there's a civilian running around. Early twenties, black hair, super pale and kind of sickly lookin. He looks panicked, like hes looking for something or someone, I'm going to check in, in case its a child.
Nightwing: Excuse me sir, are you alright?
Danny, pressing a hand to his chest in pain: So-Someone broke into my-my appartment when I was at work and-and they left the door open, and now I can't find Mittens!
Red Robin, over comms: Seriously? All this drama over a cat?
Red Hood, over comms: Who actually names their cat "Mittens"?
Oracle, over comms: You two are so stupid.
Robin, over comms: I agree, shut up. This is serious, that poor animal could be injured.
Nightwing, helps Danny sit on a nearby bench: Hey its alright man. I'll have the others keep an eye out for her okay? What does your kitten look like.
Danny, releived: Mittens isn't a kitten, shes a puppy, really tiny girl. She's a Bully Kutta, and she's mostly white but has black unclipped ears and some black splotches- here I have a-a picture. *pulls out his phone with shakey hands and shows Nightwing a picture of Danny and Mittens in their new appartment, Mittens goes up past his hips*
Nightwing, stunned into silence: . . .
Red Robin, over comms: That is "tiny" to him?!
Robin, over comms: Stunning.
Oracle: Found him. Daniel Fenton moved to Gotham with his Service Dog in Training, Mittens, two months ago. He works at Gotham's Space Museum, and writes Parnormal Fiction stories on the side, and he apprentantly visits Middle schools to do presentations. Mittens is 15months old and is set to graduate very soon. She has high praise from all her trainers, but it seems Danny's employers at the Museum are pushing against him bringing her to work once she graduates, Danny seems to be fighting with them about it a lot. Jerks.
Batman, over comms: What does he need her for?
Oracle, over comms: Heart problems, and mobility issues caused by an accident when he was a teenager, as well as Anxiety, and PTSD. A lot of his file is sealed because he was a minor when it happened, I can snoop more?
Batman, over comms: No, that amount is fine.
Nightwing: Well, the others know, and will keep an eye out for her. You're still shaking pretty bad, how about I see you home.
Danny: I appreciate it. I'm sorry for keeping you back, being a hero is- seems like an exhausting job.
Nightwing, joking: You speak from experience?
Danny, eyes distant: No, I was never a hero.
Robin, over comms: Mittens spotted near the Museum!
Nightwing: Hey, Robin said he spotted Mittens near the Museum.
Danny: She went looking for me, of course she did. If she won't go to Robin by name, have him call her "Vöttr", I'm the only one that ever calls her that, so it will catch her attention.
Nightwing, nodding: Robin call her Votter.
Red Robin, over comms: Old Norse?
Nightwing, eyebrow raised: Old Norse?
Danny, shrugging: Its a hobby.
Robin, over comms and sounding very excited: Target secure. . . . May I pet her?
Nightwing, snorts: Robin wants to know if he can pet her.
Danny, amused: As much as they want, as long as I get her back.
Robin, over comms: Understood, we will reconvene at Fenton's appartment.
Nightwing: Hah that kid. He said he'll meet us at your place if thats okay.
Danny: Sounds good, I'm just happy that I didn't loose her.
Blackbat, over comms: Sad, remorse, upset.
Red Robin, over comms: He does seem interesting.
Batman, over comms: Hmm.
Red Hood, over comms: I still can't get over the fact that he named that monster dog "Mittens".
ty for the name @androbutchninja , but here it is! I was going through it through the majority of spring, so this spring cleaning sale is now a pride month sale!
Once a year, I rotate out a bunch of prints that are older (not representative of current designs), unpopular, or just kinda stale. I update the inventory numbers to reflect what I got on hand and when they're gone they're gone!
Everything on this list is 20% off, here's what's leaving the shop:
Keep writing (8 remaining)
Friends, Mutuals, Countrymen (4 remaining)
I have love in me (9 remaining)
everyone wants to build... (11 remaining)
The Cephalopod's Prayer (5 remaining)
Fanfiction Moment: oh/OH (28 remaining)
Yikes: 3 variations. (10 book of hours style, 7 book of kells style, 3 woodcut style remaining)
@hi-hi-cakey
Danny & JL, Cyan, "windshield is bigger than the rear view"
The room was quiet. It was quiet and ever person at the large, round table was looking at him. Quietly. Danny wouldn’t know what to say even if he could open his mouth to speak. The muzzle bit into him as he struggled with the… muchness of it all.
Slowly, Batman rose from the table. His oil slick black cape fell around him. Danny clutched tighter at his own borrowed purple cape. He didn’t want them to see the ruin of him under it. That wasn’t it—it didn’t—he was here for everyone else. As king. He held the cape tightly closed and raised his chin higher. His haloed crown of aura light shuddered. The light of it glinted off of the stark metal of the muzzle.
Batman came closer. Danny kept his chin held high, trembling. He clutched at the cape. The aura shuddered. A few feet of him, Batman took a knee. It was like all the air went out of the room at once, but in a good way. Danny swayed on his feet as his knees threatened to give out.
“Hello. This is the Justice League Watchtower. I am Batman,” Batman said, hands moving with his words, though Danny couldn’t understand any of the motions. “Is this where you intended to come?”
Danny nodded. His fingers hurt from holding the cape close.
He couldn’t see Batman’s eyes, but he knew that he was being looked at. Being seen.
Batman raised his hands again. Danny flinched. Batman paused and then moved more slowly. “Are you here for help?”
Danny nodded so quickly that the room started to spin. His hands ached. The light shuddered.
“Alright. To start, I would like to call a medic—”
Bruce pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes. He’s usually not one for such an open sign of distress, but he feels in this case it was warranted. And he was having such a peaceful morning, too.
“Did she just write ‘yeti doctor’?”
Bruce’s head snaps up at Steph’s voice, looking once again at the letter on the screen. “Dear Mister Wayne,” it reads, and that is where normalcy ends. “Thank you so much for taking in Danny, I was so worried when he had to escape our parents.” Which is already an extremely worrying sentence. Made even more worrisome with the fact that there is no Danny currently residing in his manor.
His family is in chaos. Tim has three screens in front of him, ranting about living firewalls to Barbara, while Dick leans over his shoulder.
Alfred has lifted a thick three-ring binder out of the care package that this Jasmine Nightingale has sent them, and is flipping through it. Apparently this binder contains all of the medical, psychological, and cultural information needed to make sure that Danny’s species can thrive. Because the missing teen that should be in his manor is not human, but some sort of human/ghost hybrid.
“Father, I think this warrants an emergency meeting with the Justice League.” His youngest says. “There is currently a government agency hunting Cujo and Daniel, citing laws that directly counter the Meta Human Protection Acts. This cannot stand.” Cujo, the green glowing, 10 foot ghostdog that delivered the package and letter this morning by density shifting into the dining room during breakfast. Damian was of course attached.
“Uh, Alfred?” Duke starts form where he and Jason have been emptying the care package, “there’s a huge first aid kit here, but most of it is glowing.” Jason, of course, is turning the high tech laser pistols over in his hands, getting a feel for the handling and grip.
Bruce let’s his eyes skim over the letter again, his eyes catching on words like “Ghost King”, “Infinite Realms”, and “vivisection”. “I know it takes Danny a while to open up,” the letter reads, “so I’m beyond grateful that he feels safe enough with you.” Except he doesn’t, because Danny is not here. Somewhere out on the streets of Gotham is a half dead teenager, hurt and alone. And Bruce didn’t know. Didn’t know any of it until his sister sent him a care package, because apparently this kid has lied to his sister that he’s safe, that he found somewhere to stay.
He doesn’t notice the sudden hush behind him until Jason breaks it. “Is that fucking Lazarus Water?!” Bruce lowers his head back into his hands.
“I will prepare a room for the young master.” Alfred sniffs as his footsteps go towards the elevator. “I’m finding this kid.” Jason answers, leaving towards the lockers
“Wait, Little Wing! I’m coming with!” Well, at least Dick can hopefully keep Jason in line. He prays to Rao this doesn’t mean he has to deal with a half-ghost, immensely powerful teen that struggles with Pit Rage.
A small hand lands on Bruce’s shoulder. He looks up into the sparkling eyes of his daughter. “New brother”, she grins.
i know the way people talk about their pets now is probably how we’ve been doing it for all of history. a cat owner in ancient rome saw their cat lounging on the dining pillows and commented “he thinks himself to be the senator claudius 🤣”
The first attested cat in Japan was given to a young 9th century emperor and his diary about it includes such gems as 'I affixed a bow about its neck, but it did not remain for long.", "The color of the fur is peerless. None could find the words to describe it, although one said it was reminiscent of the deepest ink.", "When it lies down, it curls in a circle like a coin. You cannot see its feet. It’s as if it were circular Bi disk." and "I am convinced it is superior to all other cats.” Basically posting about how his void is the best little void and so good at getting really round
@nagarajas
Dany/Bruce, Magenta, “To Tooms at last to Tooms at last We climb the Upward Way. And young Rhody Mccordy goes to die on the Brridge at Tooms today”
!!CONTENT WARNING, GUN VIOLENCE, OPEN ENDED (but come on, it's Danny)
“The hostage is still with Two-Face,” the police radio hummed.
Hostage.
As if Harvey’s attention was on some anonymous stranger and not Bruce’s lover. Somewhere in Bruce’s shed tux the weight of a ring in the breast pocket sat heavy. Would Bruce even have the chance to ask the question he had been so afraid of?
“Oracle,” Bruce barked.
He was too sharp, too harsh, but he hoped they understood. They knew too.
It was Danny.
They cared.
“Danny is taking all the attention. SWAT almost has the all the other hostages out, the ones we know of. Some cars they can’t get close to check,” Oracle answered.
The bridge was mess of smashed and overturned cars. There was no way that there weren’t fatalities. They just hoped to avoid more. But with Harvey.
The coin glinted against the search lights as it flipped again. How many flips had spared Danny now? Each one a promise that Two-Face would stay focused on Danny and let another batch of people go.
Bruce was still too far to stop the flip.
One more. Danny just needed one more toss to go his way.
Harvey caught the coin, smiled, and then shot Danny in the head.
Woops read this and then immediately went into a writing frenzy. thank you clock. hope you like it!
He hadn't been in the relationship for very long. It had only been one no —THREE years now? No no, maybe more like four at this point. Damn that was a lot longer than he thought it had gone on.
The point was that no, he hadn't told Bruce about his other powers yet. He’d meant to! He really did! But whenever he was around the other man he just fell into the his eyes... and that smile...
Well. It turns out time really does fly when you're having fun and all that. This was definitely the longest relationship he’d had in a while. It also didn't help that he didn't have much practice in telling others his secret.
He'd dated Sam on and off for a bit in college, and then during his years studying for his astrophysics doctorate he’d reconnected with Val and dated her for a while, and she also had also already known his secret. What could he say? He liked a competent woman who could kick his ass.
It had turned out he liked a competent man who could kick his ass too.
Vlad had somehow gotten him to agree to go to some ball with him in Gotham. Said he should "meet the people he'd be working for one day" or some BS. He knew he wasn't going to be an astronaut at that point, so he was working towards the next best thing: becoming one of people who sent the astronauts up in the first place.
Don't get him wrong! Danny would still be applying to NASA, but it wouldn't hurt to have backup plans in the statistical liklye case of being rejected. And while private ventures were one of the few other ways to get someone into orbit, he still hated nearly everyone in that room. for most of the evning he'd sulked in a corner and complained about Vlad and some other more nefarious billionaires to (unbeknownst to him at the time) one Brucie Wayne.
A man whom had found all his knowledge of other billionaires unsavory practices fascinating, and his insults hilarious. And the rest was history.
It turned out that “Brucie” Wayne was just his public persona to keep the paparazzi from looking into his private life —a move Danny respected— and that the man didn’t laugh very often for real when just existing as himself.
But that just made the times when he had Bruce snorting and giggling like a five year old all the better. He was one of the few people that could get a genuine cackle out of the philanthropic billionaire, a fact which he prided himself on.
His real smile was just that much more beautiful then the fake one he'd give to everyone who asked for an autograph, and Danny had learned to read which ones were fake and which ones weren't.
It had ALSO turned out that Bruce was a very... anxious man should we say. He liked to have emergency plans and backup emergency plans for those emergency plans. He was no Jazz, but he would bet money the man had SOME form of OCD or paranoia. Though to be fair Bruce was more likely then others to be kidnapped, threatened, ransomed, or held hostage then .
Like he said though, he loved a competent man, and the plans on plans on plans all factored DANNY into them. All the more mundane everyday plans too.
And as the younger kid who fell into his older sisters shadow, who had been belittled and made fun of for most of his childhood? Well, being remembered and put into those plans made him melt.
Seeing his name on an emergency plan among someone else's FIRST fucking priorities? Well, those plans may or may not make him swoon sometimes. And he may or may not keep some copies of those plans next to his his bed and kick his feet when he reads them. Maybe.
The point though!! Back to the point! It was so easy to get wrapped up in his thought when thinking about that gorgeous smile, and those clear sky blue, great-day-for-flying eyes….
THE POINT. right!! the point was.. he hadn't told Bruce about his former double life.
Currently Bruce thought he was a just a secret meta with minor ice powers (he'd had to give the overly anxious man something to chew on when he had realized that Danny's temperature ran always a too cold, his heart always too slow)
And so the fact he hadn't told him yet was a big problem.
Considering he had just been shot point blank in the head.
Jarred, woozy, and half conscious, (but not dead. Well. dead-ER) he could just hear the agonized mournful screaming of his love’s voice in the background of his hearing.
Bruce had probably seen the whole thing from the barrier the police had created, or from one of the news screens the helicopter cameras had captured.
Shit. those cameras could get fairly good zoom. No way he could just say Two-Face had missed and that he had passed out from the shock or something.
He could feel the blood streaming down his forehead from the entry wound as his body attempted to heal his brain. It was trying slowly sway the the bullet into leaving from the entrance like an uninvited houseguest.
He could hear Two-Face being beaten down by Batman, their city's own superhero. It was a BRUTAL takedown from what he could gauge
He couldn't see much, just the pavement directly in front of him from half lidded eyes. eyes that refused to listen to his ambitious ideas of opening up half another half centimeter so he could see more
He tasted blood in his mouth, and he could definitely, definitely smell the gunpowder hanging in the air from the recently used bullet.
Said bullet and some unsalvageable brain viscera made its way out of his head with a wet splelch.
He could still feel a sizable hole in his forehead, but knew it was just cosmetic at this point, his body having regrown the brain matter that was beyond repair.
With all the delicate, complex, and intensive work his ghost half had done, he wasn't surprised it had left the rest of the healing up to his normal immune system to finish up.
Just moments after the bullet made it comparatively undramatic exit, and his body started to listen to him again, the frickin BATMAN turned to his (perceptivly dead) body. And then clutched him close.
Oh.
Right.
It was always hard to see the ones you couldnt save, and even worse were the ones you were just moments way from rescuing, but lady luck still decided you took a few moments too many.
He still didn't know what he was going to do about the situation. Could he pass off the healing as another meta ability? Most people only had one right?
His first instinct was to speak up and reassure the (probably some sort of supernatural cryptid) hero, but before his lips would let him form words he heard–
“Danny, god– Danny. I'm so sorry. I–”
Between choked sobs and voice that was much too familiar, Danny didn't know what to do.
Batman was currently hunched over his form, cape blocking them both from search lights and stares. His shoulders were shaking, and his mouth clenched in agony and grief.
He could hardly process any of what had just been revealed.
All he really wanted was to see that beautiful smile again.
So while still probably in shock himself, Danny said the only thing he could think of with his still redeveloping brain.
Testing the muscles, he managed to form the world' smallest shit-eating grin on his face. Blood still dripping down his forehead, he said as coherently as he could manage:
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