There was a slight miscommunication.
Danny says "Get souped!" or variations of it when he soups a rogue.
In a different dimension, the few recordings that the Justice League was able to get their hands on of the High King of the Infinite Realms didn't really have a lot of sound coming through, just static.
They need to summon him to wrangle a threat from his home dimension, but they can't hear what he wants.
But Batman can read lips.
Clearly, the best offering to summon the Ghost King is soup.
"I'll have Agent A make soup," he says, completely neutrally.
"I think we'll need the best soup, though. How about I go get my Ma to make some?" Says Superman, side eyeing Batman.
"I believe my mother knows of a fantastic recipe only found in Themyscira," says Wonder Woman, checking her nails.
"My dad left me a recipe for the best fish stew I've ever had," says Aquaman, already halfway out the door to get groceries.
"My pop makes a real good chicken noodle; you can't beat the classics," says Static, already texting his father.
"I have managed to make the most accurate approximation that I can to a very widely enjoyed Martian stew," says Martian Manhunter, staring Superman down.
All of the Heroes assembled glare at each other.
"...How about we let the King decide?" Asks Constantine, shrinking in on himself when the attention gets turned on him.
The High King get's summoned to a row of Superheroes glaring at him, with different soups laid before him.
They're all encouraging him to eat the best one, but he knows a trap when he sees it. He's a Midwesterner, and they fight their social battles with recipes.
Daniel Fenton forces himself to eat it all.
When asked which was the best?
"Oh, they were all so good I just can't bring myself to choose one over the other."
@simplestoryteller
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yes, yes i know edgeworth’s big wet eyes and loser boy personality have captivated us all, but listen. listen.
phoenix wright
phoenix “genuinely unable to reconcile the girl on the stand with the girl he dated for eight months, a cognitive dissonance so profound it’s ultimately explained by them being literally two different people, but which he first sits with for five years and does not talk about at any point to anyone” wright
phoenix “don’t mention that name to me. i don’t want to talk about it. i don’t want to think about it. i am just going to keep myself in this state of perpetual crisis mode focus on other people’s problems until eventually i die and get to hang out with mia on the astral plane and never have to deal with any of these emotions ever again” wright
phoenix “overnight loses his career and reputation and sense of identity while gaining an adopted, probably pretty traumatized eight-year-old daughter, and rather than leaning on his friends for help, or getting therapy, or taking any time to process any of this, he *checks notes* spends seven years dedicating all his free time and energy to investigating the weird fucking circumstances around it and maintains a friendship with the guy he suspects was behind it all” wright
phoenix "runs across a burning bridge and falls through it, half a day after the game establishes that he is terrified of heights, because his friend is on the other side of that bridge" wright
phoenix “i sure felt surprised. maybe i had my poker face on” wright
phoenix “looking back on it that was actually a pretty dark period in my life” wright
phoenix “don’t ask me how i got started. i don’t remember” wright
phoenix “only you stood still, your eyes calmly watching” wright
phoenix “sometimes, life just sucks” wright
just
phoenix wright
crunchiest man in the world
and all i wanna do is chew and chew and chew on him
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thinking about eddie fucking you from behind fresh out the shower. thinking about how his hair is wet and clings to his skin, damp strands catching onto his slick parted lips when he tips his head back and moans, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. thinking about how cold droplets of water drip onto your back when he leans over you and kisses your neck and pants, “fuck, baby. keep squeezing me like that. just like that. oh fuck, i’m gonna fuckin’ blow.”
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Can you do when bi han and reader are arguing and she flinches and he feels super bad
Tehe okay ( I Hope you’re doing alright ✩)
Arguing with Bi-Han ( then flinching ☆(≧∀≦*)ノ)
Tw- issues with yelling , Crying, he's sorry I swear
Bi-Han has been stressed out, you’re worried.
You make your bed so he can come into a clean room, and you make sure he has a snack in the afternoon- despite him never taking it. You even give him massages every other day but he still looks wrong.
He tells you he’s fine, that it isn’t your place to order him to take a break or make sure he isn’t tired.
Maybe that’s where he got annoyed, your persistence on his health, and maybe your relationship.
You sat him down to talk, at night when you had time
‘I love you, and I want you to know I’m doing this because I care-‘
‘Stop. This is illogical bickering between us. I am fine but you refuse to accept that as an answer because that is not what you want to hear.’ Ye-owch! That hit a missive nerve. And he’s not wrong, that makes it hurt even more.
‘Why can’t you just listen to me for once? It’s like you want to let yourself burn out from overworking. It’s like you don’t care how I feel-‘
‘Will you shut your filthy mouth? That is not what I am saying and you know that very well’ he’s yelling, not for a bad reason but he’s yelling. And you flinch, now you crying because he yelled.
‘Shh..I’m sorry, I’m so sorry..it’s okay..’ he is desperately trying to stop you from growing the distance between you two, and maybe for you to stop shaking and crying.
‘I’m sorry, I said I’m sorry please stop, I won’t do it again..’ he’s holding you while you shake and muffle your cries. You’re in the fetal position and you’re both on the bed, he’s keeping you cradled in his lap.
He doesn’t think he’s ever felt his heart drop so fast and hard, he didn’t want to yell- he also didn’t mean to. You cry yourself to sleep in his arms, leaving him to think about what just happened with no comfort or console that it will be okay.
My writing progressively got worse as went on but I hope it filled your need for angst 🎀
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Frank! fantasy flavor!
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i really wanted to blend that monk-class inspiration w/ Frank's personal vibe... i like to think that i Succeeded!
i turned his tie into a sort of brooch since, yk. bowties aren't all that Fantastical. they miss the style. also i think they'd be more comfortable with something smaller since he's very active and needs a wide range of maneuverability
i bet Eddie or someone wheedled them into adding the leather shoulder pauldrons - leather to keep it a bit more flexy, and also. it just looks Cool!
figuring out what would replace his vest was tough. i didn't want them to be entirely unprotected, but i couldn't give him straight armor. though i will admit! a sort of tight-fitting crop top was Considered! but i landed on a gambeson vest as the best fit - comfortable, flexible, a Vest, while providing some level of protection! also, gambesons are quilted, which fits Frank's diamond-checkered vest!
ive already mentioned that one of my favorite outfit things is Flowy Pants Tucked Into Boots, so... that choice wasn't very character driven. except the boots are a tall ankle wrap - for that extra stability and strength! their shoes are pretty flexible and are only a few steps away from being slippers.
and the half-skirt - open skirt? - thing (still don't know what its called) is purely some self indulgence. i think Frank looks great in skirts!! also imagining him Throwing Down w/ the added flair of the skirt... damn. it'd probably help confuse enemies too - what're they gonna do next? who knows! the skirt is in the way and adding extra Movement!
i like to think that his knife is either in a sheath attached to the back of the belt, or they have it on their thigh (under the skirt) like Wally's bag. he probably never uses it... punching is the way to go for Frank methinks. it's probably reserved for cutting ropes and fruit
speaking of punching.... wrist wraps! inspired by boxing gauze! pads his knuckles, keeps his wrist compressed, its the best choice for physical combat. though the wrapped knuckles probably always have blood showing through anyway... or no yeah it's mostly other people's blood...
as for scars - Frank probably has quite the collection! i imagine that they've been picking fights since a young age, and in such a dangerous world he probably got hit a Lot until they learned how to hit back. and hit back Well. still, i wanted to give him a cool face scar with a very lame backstory - a book with a crisp, sharp spine corner fell off a high shelf and bonked them in the face at juuuust the right angle <3 he probably stays very fucking quiet about it which makes everyone think there's some intense traumatic backstory behind it. there isn't. Frank's just embarrassed.
closing note: i imagine that Frank has zero magic. literally none. cannot wield it for shit cannot utilize it. he's just like Howdy fr
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