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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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Another Again

Paring: Chris Evans x Black Actress Reader

Word count: around 3K

Summary: After you go at it, you get mad then you go at it again. With Chris. And a friend.

Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Toxic Chris, toxic reader. Allusions to substance use, intoxication, a lil bit of jealousy, lowkey scheming, threesome (MFF), face riding, eating groceries, oral sex (all receiving), p in v, bukakke, unprotected sex with multiple partners, degredation kink, good girl kink, cum play, just filth flarn filth, pwp.

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You should have known something was up when you saw Tessa and Chris talking after the premiere. Why would your date be speaking with your ex?

And where was Chris’s date? Poor girl. Something was up but you decided not to care and indulged even more in the debauchery of the evening.

You were forced to go to Chris’s Las Vegas film premiere by your publicist, because you were slated to begin filming again with him in a couple of months. You tried not to think about it, but the contracts were signed while you were still together, and you were deep in delusion that everything would be fine, and that working together would be fun.

Ha!

Everyone had been speculating that you and Chris would get back together. Until you showed up tonight with Tessa Thompson on your arm.

You’d set everyone’s heads spinning. Now, the love triangle theories were in motion already on social media. The twitter fingers, IG trolls, and Tik Tok theorists were hard at work.

It didn’t help that you and Chris had been constantly photographed near or with each other in the last few months, such as when Chris kissed you outside your rented villa in Cannes one afternoon and the paps caught a choice pic of his hands on your ass, or when they caught you leaving his hotel in his shirt one morning a few weeks ago. Or you two canoodling at a club in New York last month.

It also didn’t help that Tessa had been working her way through the beautiful people of hollywood. One hour into this event and the internet was on fire because of you. And so were Tessa and Chris.

This after party was lit. While you were at the bar you stole a glance back at where Tessa and Chris had been talking, only to find Chris, gorgeous in an outfit that showed off his physique. Those lithe muscles were rippling under a shirt and a jacket.

Damn, he was hot.

You were going to have to speak to him sometime tonight, but you told yourself that Chris wouldn’t capture you with that body, that tongue, or that cock tonight, or that look in his deep blue eyes.

Not tonight, Satan.

You turned to the reporter asking you a question, eagerly giving Chris your back as you heard fans and reporters yell ‘Chris, Chris! Over Here!”

Chris started off trying to pretend he wasn’t soaking up every bit of you tonight. It was his birthday, he should have been having fun, but all he could think about was you.

When you turned your back, he saw your shoulder blades in the graphic tank top you were wearing and remembered last month where he bent you over the sink in that club.

He knew that you two should quit it, because neither of you would admit the truth. This again and again and again was delicious to torture, however, fueling his waking dreams.

But then when he realized that you and Tessa were together tonight, his mind lit up with the possibilities. He (barely) remembered a substance-filled night in New Zealand with Tessa. And a couple more beautiful people. He knew that she would be down for his plan.

Besides, Tessa owed him one.

——

And after the after party was lit.

You let loose and indulged in every thing offered at the exclusive party. The fact that Chris was hosting in his private villa at Cesar’s Palace was even more reason to get blasted. Vegas was Chris’ town and since his birthday recently passed he wanted to celebrate.You didn’t want to think too much tonight, just have a good time with Tessa. You didn’t have time to be mad at Chris.

You were all over each other. Lit and carefree, you were willfully oblivious at Chris clocking you from across whatever room you were in.

Tessa whispered something about “Dark Chris Evans” as you were dancing, and you two looked over at him watching and laughed. He downed the glass of White Hennessy he was holding as he sensed what you were talking about.

Chris barely noticed his date taking in the scene and leaving his side, and the party, for the night. When he looked over and saw that she was gone, he was relieved.

Now he could focus on you.

He made two drinks and brought them over to you and Tessa.

Hours later, when everyone was gone, you, Tessa and Chris were watching the water in Chris’s pool reflect off the lights and shadows on his pool deck. You all were wide awake, the combination of substances giving you an especially mellow mood.

You stretched and as you closed your eyes, Chris and Tessa’s were on your body, then they looked at each other. A silent communication flew between them, and her slight nod gave him the green light.

Tessa’s hand was on your thigh and moving north. She moved closer and you turned to her and gave her a kiss, her tongue delicately, skillfully, devastating your senses your mouth. You moaned and leaned into it, frankly forgetting Chris was there.

“That mouth, Baby girl. I need to experience more of it,” husked Tessa as she licked her lips. This was your first intimate experience with her, even though she’d sent thirst traps and sensuous good morning texts that had turned into sexting only once.

You felt Chris’s hand on your other thigh. He cleared his throat and you looked over at him and laughed.

“Jealous?”

Chris dragged his eyes up from the way your dress had ridden up and smiled at you.

“Actually, no. But I am a little mad.”

You turned toward him, intrigued.

“Mad about what?”

Tessa started kissing your neck and moving her hand under your dress, her warm lithe fingers teasing you over your thong. Your eyes drooped and you wet your lips keeping them open for air. This situation was hot as fuck. You felt Chris’ eyes were on you, and somehow, you knew he was hard as fuck. The possibilities were getting you slick.

“…You missed my birthday…”

Tessa’s hand went under your panties as you didn’t answer Chris, but turned around and kissed her again, arching your back.

Chris’s hand went to your braless nipple over your dress and played with it.

Your legs opened wider as Tessa played with your cunt, gathering wetness with which to start flicking your clit. Chris followed Tessa’s lead to your panties, and plunged two thick fingers inside your sopping wet hole as you arched to meet his digits.

“Fuck-fuck… Chris.”

You murmured in between kisses to Tessa’s lips.

“Don’t stop Tess…L-lemme guess what you want for a present Christopher…”

You chuckled into Tessa’s mouth and then cursed as Chris went deeper inside you.

You were practically in Tessa’s lap, feeling all the sensations.

You wanted to say that what he wanted was cliché, but you couldn’t speak at the moment. Tessa’s soft laughter was ringing in your ears as Chris finger fucked you. Her hand was under your panties now, twirling your clit and addling your brain. It was like she and Chris were competing to get you off.

This could be a lot of fun.

Chris watched your face intently, and shifted to accommodate his growing cock. As you writhed and moaned under their attention, Chris was reminded that you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

He leaned toward you and kissed your open mouth. He drew back slowly and pulled his fingers from your pulsing pussy.

“I want your pleasure. I want this.”

Chris showed you his fingers. Then, he put them in his mouth and slowly pulled them out. You shuddered because Tessa was still circling your clit.

“You can be the center of attention, baby girl. I think Chris wants you to have the world tonight.”

Tessa’s throaty whisper was affecting you, and you took her face in your hands. She fed you her fingers and you licked yourself off them. Then you asked her a question.

“Are you ok with this?”

Tessa’s eyes went over your shoulder and then back to yours.

“More than okay. This isn’t the first time Chris and I have…. Had experiences together.”

You looked back at Chris, not knowing how to feel about what Tessa just said. But you pushed those feelings down and jerked your head a little, beckoning him closer.

You shared a filthy kiss with Chris over your shoulder as Tessa went under your dress to find your tits. Her slender fingers worked magic as you sensuously ground in her lap.

You leaned into Chris and breathily replied to him.

“You should get what you want for your birthday.”

Chris groaned a little, kissed you again, then stood up and took your hand, peeling you off of Tessa. He grabbed your hand and practically pulled you through the villa to the master suite.

Tessa was following closely.

The way she looked at Chris told you all you needed to know. She must have read your mind as she walked up to you and put her palm on your cheek.

“Chris and I are old friends. And sometimes my friends and I have a friendly kind of fun.” She kissed your pouty lips softly. Tessa pressed her entire body against yours.

“I know you and Chris have a …thing.” She looked at him behind you. “But there’s no need to worry.”

You started to protest and she kissed you to silence you again.

“Shhhh, sweet baby. Lemme taste exactly how sweet you are.”

Tessa’s hands were under your dress, reaching for your thong and pulling it down before you realized. But when you registered it, and witnessed her inhaling your scent, you sat down on the edge of the bed and opened your legs wide. You watched as Tessa sank to her knees, keeping her eyes on you all the while.

As she rubbed her hands along your thighs, you felt Chris come up behind you and put his legs on either side of yours, embracing you from behind. You leaned back, feeling his hard on poking you in your back. Electricity flowed between the three of you, and of all the sensations you felt, most of all, you felt safe.

Especially with Chris holding you.

Tessa pushed your dress up to expose your bare cunt. A small smile framed her delectable mouth. She looked up at Chris, eyes wide.

“‘S beautiful isn’t it.”

You could feel his smile against your neck. You couldn’t stay still, you wanted them to touch you again, desperate for the attention you needed.

“It’s just so pretty. And the way the wetness looks, dripping down. So cuteee!”

Tessa leaned down and looked up at you as she sensually licked a stripe up your wet pussy.

“Fuck, she tastes so good. I see why you keep coming back for more.”

Tessa dove straight in, her wicked tongue sparking fireworks behind your lids. Chris pulled your dress up and over your head.

“I gotta see this. Tessa’s mouth…Fuck!”

You heard Chris start to pant as she started to eat you out, her hands holding your legs open wide. You started to squirm and wiggle and close your legs. Chris leaned down to speak into your ear urgently.

“Be still. Take that shit. Lemme see her make you cum.”

And then, he grabbed your legs, hooking his hands under your knees and spread you even wider, giving Tessa wider birth to destroy your soul.

Tessa looked up at you both as her tongue danced in your cunt, fucking you very, very well.

“Play with that clit.”

You just whimpered and watched Tessa eat you out while listening to Chris in your ear. It was nirvana. Chris jerked your legs apart a little further.

“I said, play with yourself. You can do it baby. Get it sloppy for me and Tess.”

You whined and moved your hand to circle your clit as Tessa dove in deeper, and in a matter of seconds, you were releasing. Tessa skillfully lapped it up, taking all that you had to offer.

You were a whimpering mess as Tessa stood up and leaned over you.

The way Chris grabbed her by the throat and kissed her made your cunt pound anew. You watched from underneath them and the sight of two beautiful people you desired kissing made every thing on you hard and soft and wet.

“She’s so fucking delicious. I need more.”

Chris growled after he tasted you on Tessa tongue.

Chris unbuttoned Tessa’s blouse and she helped him strip it off, then he paused and disrobed himself. Soon, all three of you were naked in his bedroom. They both turned to you and you scooted backward on the bed at the look in their eyes. You were a little frightened, but you didn’t want the night to end yet.

“Did you like seeing Tessa eat my pussy?” You asked Chris as he stared at you from the foot of the bed and Tessa lay down beside you. She stroked her hand up and down your body , teasing your nipples at each pass.

“I like what I just saw. I need to see something up close, though.”

Chris’s deep voice rumbled through you as he knelt and grabbed your thighs, bringing your ass to the edge of the bed, open to him. Tessa leaned down and gently, ever so gently, bit your nipple, and then started tonguing and sucking more roughly.

Chris watched your wet pussy clench as you threaded your fingers through Tessas hair, back arched and eyes closed. Then, he started his meal. He ate you out like a man starved. Chris loved your pussy; Chris loved everything about you.

What he loved most was that he was giving you the gift of pleasure for his birthday. He felt like a lucky man.

Your eyes fluttered open and closed and you intermittently watched Tessa finger herself as she watched Chris work and kiss your mouth and your body. You moaned and reached out to her.

“Lemme eat that.”

“Holy shit!”

Chris groaned as he looked up to see Tessa grin and move to the head of the bed to sit on your face. He had a prime view from beneath his friend of you licking and sucking and slurping Tessa’s cunt. He kissed Tessa and they grinned at each other, having the time of their lives.

You weren’t quiet about it, and you were sloppy, but the tangy taste of Tessa Thomspon was everything. She exploded on your taste buds and it was like you just couldn’t get enough.

“So fucking….. good.”

You moaned as Tessa quivered and Chris pulled away. You felt him line up and you started outright sucking Tessa’s clit at the sensation and stretch of him entering you. She was about to cum, you could tell, from the way she started jerking when you started moaning into her.

“Eat that pussy like a good. Fucking. Girl.”

Chris was pounding you now, going to town, eyes rolling back at the feelings, sights and sounds. He was also holding Tessa by the throat.

“Damn! That tongue! So so so good.”

You had never heard Tessa whine before she came that second time. You wanted more. She turned feral as you started to finger her, crooking your fingers to reach her spot. She trembled on top of you, her fat pussy lips so beautiful. You couldn’t help but drag your tongue through her folds.

“Oooh Fuck this little slut! Fuck her with that fucking huge cock, Chris. Fuck. Her. Fuck. Her. Fuck. Her. Should’ve brought my strap.”

Chris was punctuating Tessa’s narration with powerful thrusts and watching you go to town. He ties her up and flicked your nipples, causing you to cream around his cock even more.

Tessa leaned down to lick your clit, and some of you off Chris’s shaft.

“Hmmmm.”

She licked her lips and then kissed Chris again.

“And then let us both lick her off your cock and your balls.”

The filth pouring from Tessa’s mouth made you cum around Chris, made him utter a string of epithets, and made Tessa cum on your face. Again.

Chris pulled out of you, standing back as Tessa fell over and licked your sensitive, quivering hole. It was too much.

You pushed her off of you and then looked up to see Chris glaring at you. He tsked.

“That won’t do, baby. Flick that clit.”

“But Chris…” You whined.

“Do. It. You little slut. I knew you were a whore for my dick, but pussy too?”

You moaned started circling your clit with two fingers tentatively, starting in earnest when you saw Tessa get on her knees. You leaned up to get a better view as Tessa asked to taste you.

The thing is, she asked Chris.

You started cuming again when you saw Tessa deepthroat Chris and then pull him slowly out. They kept up the show, both Tessa and Chris watching you as she sucked him off.

“Fuucckkkk! Yes.”

Chris watched your desire dazed face while Tessa did work, and then crooked a finger at you.

“Get your ass down here.”

He pointed to the floor, and you quickly got down beside Tessa. You started tonguing and sucking his balls as Tessa continued to suck his dick. You two slurped up and down his pole, sharing demented kisses around Chris’ cock.

Then, Tessa got underneath you to eat you out while you gagged on Chris. The room was full of filthy, pornographic sounds as you got each other off.

Chris watched as long as he could, then pulled away from your mouth suddenly, grabbing the base of his cock and squeezing to stave off his eruption.

“You two are gonna make me blow my load.”

He got down on the floor and before you knew it, you were staring at the ceiling again. This time, both of them were between your legs, their tongues competing for dominance. Their kisses were now for your pleasure, as one or both of them ate your holes at once.

A cacophony of mouths and fingers and sensations melded as they made you cum again. Chris lay down to put you on top and pushed inside you once more. Tessa was admiring you both.

“Get that ass over here, Tess.”

Chris’s voice was everything.

She climbed on his face and rode as you did his rock hard dick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Eat that shit, Chris!” You didn’t recognize your own voice.

You started kissing her and twisting her nipples, causing her to grind her pussy on Chris’s face and cum screaming in your arms. As she rolled off of Chris, he sat up and you licked and sucked Tessa’s juice from his mouth, cumming hard as he grabbed your ass and his fingers invaded your other hole.

Somehow, you forgot about Tessa as Chris fucked you through it. Then, he cussed as he pulled out, this time stroking fast.

“Come get it, y/n. This is all for you.”

You noticed Tessa smiling and you both got up on your knees. She nodded as she got behind you, holding you and reaching to circle your clit as Chris grunted and groaned and spurted his spend all over your face and tits.

“Unhhhhhhhh! Gotdamn it, you’re so fucking hot.”

Chris groaned as he gave it all to you.

You caught a good portion of it in your open mouth; his warm salty goodness tasted delicious. Tessa was whispering in your ear.

“Is it good? You like filling your belly, don’t you, you little minx.”

Her musical giggle made you smile, laugh and obey when Chris told you to…

“Open.”

He took your messy chin and checked to make sure you swallowed.

“Good girl.”

Chris leaned down to kiss you. You looked into his eyes and something flipped inside you. There was this crazy connection. He felt it, smiled and then turned toward the bathroom, winking at you over his shoulder. You don’t know why your stomach did that thing it did.

Tessa dragged you into the shower.

“That was fun! I’m not tired yet. In fact, I’m hungry,”

Tessa grinned at you.

“I know a 24 hour taco truck.”

Chris’s deep voice made your tummy flutter again. You smiled at him shyly, feeling closer to him than you ever had. He leaned down and tenderly kissed your forehead.

“You good?”

He looked deep into your eyes. Had they pushed you too far? We’re you going to run again?

“I’m perfect.”

“That you are.”

He smiled at you and you smiled back, caught up. You were reminded that Tessa was there when she clapped her hands. You laughed, and all three of you climbed into Chris’ shower.

“Are you down to get tacos? We can’t let the fun end! It is Chris's Birthday celebration!”

Tessa was looking at you with such hope that you couldn’t smash and dash this time.

“I’m all the way down.”

You smiled and picked up Chris’s body wash, leaning into the spray as you squirted soap into his hands to wash your back. This time, you wouldn’t mind smelling like him.

It turned out to be a fun weekend.

And when a friendly three way kiss was captured by the paps, you broke the internet.

Again.

Feedback feeds me! 🥀

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mirpik · 2 years

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keke tang birthday

#squeak #another again #lovelive #keke tang #tang keke

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saints-who-never-existed · 7 months

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“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets.

Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”

–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.

#Another day another quote that's been rattling around in my head for an age #Which again sums things up better than I ever could #And of course it's not just about the physical deterioration at the end of the story allowing for intimacy #The idea permeates the whole show #Tozer holding Heather as his exposed brain freezes on the deck #Crozier and Hickey reaching a state of psychological intimacy but only through the violence of the lash #You could argue a link between Hickey and Goodsir too through the intimacy and violence inflicted on Irving #Both his killing and his autopsy #The Terror #The Terror AMC #Meta

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 1 year

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i'm begging you guys to start pirating shit from streaming platforms. there are so many websites where you can stream that shit for free, here's a quick HOW TO:

1) Search for: watch TITLE OF WORK free online

2) Scroll to the bottom of results. Click any of the "Complaint" links

3) You will be taken to a long list of links that were removed for copyright infringement. Use the 'find' function to search for the name of the show/movie you were originally searching for. You will get something like this (specifics removed because if you love an illegal streaming site you don't post its url on social media)

4) each of these links is to a website where you can stream shit for free. go to the individual websites and search for your show/movie. you might have to copy-paste a few before you find exactly what you're looking, but the whole process only takes a minute. the speed/quality is usually the same as on netflix/whatever, and they even have subtitles! (make sure to use an adblocker though, these sites are funded by annoying popups)

In conclusion, if you do this often enough you will start recognizing the most dependable websites, and you can just bookmark those instead. (note: this is completely separate from torrenting, which is also a beautiful thing but requires different software and a vpn)

you can also download the media in question (look for a "download" button built into the video window, or use a browser extension such as Video DownloadHelper.)

#for adblocking--ublock origin is my favorite but adblocker plus is also popular #also i once again highly recommend using firefox especially on mobile #to enable adblock on firefox mobile just click 3 dot menu > addons > addon manager > enable uBlockOrigin #that's for android i assume it's similar for iOS #update it is NOT similar for iOS bc Apple hates you. i'll write another post later #anyway. PLEASE USE AN ADBLOCK ALL THE TIME (except for specific websites you want to support)#your internet browsing experience will be so enormously improved #also on firefox if you want to get past a paywall click the 'Toggle reader view' button as soon as the page loads #(it's on the right of the taskbar. a little rectangle with horizontal lines)#works for most news sites by showing you the webpage text that is hidden under the 'you've run out of free articles' popup #doesn't work for everything but it's worth a shot

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ssalballoon · 4 months

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Mystra showed him the secrets beneath the veils. The gossamer veils first, draped across the Weave. The delicate veils next, draped across her body. 'Chosen One' she whispered, as she slipped them off completely.

poor gale :'(

- the dialogue is from ea gale's explanation about his folly

- i kinda like that she ended up looking like a mother-of-pearl inlay lacquerware!

- oh this was a subconscious choice, but Gale is sitting in seiza which is a posture for showing respect especially to elders. it's also known to be a painful position to sit in for extended periods of time, which is why it was sometimes used as a method of (morally dubious) punishment. however, experienced people can maintain this posture for much longer. food for thought :-)

- (edit: deleted this point bcs it didn't really make sense + detracted from the art a little;;)

#also had other companion drawings w gale and mystra planned for this but none of them are complete... perhaps another day #mystra #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanart #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #my art #hm i dont have many opportunities to share my mystra thoughts so!#mystra is incredibly difficult to redesign and draw! I want to give her a fantastical element to her while retaining her austere aloofness #(her unassuming design is actually surprisingly effective in making her seem so effortlessly powerful)#I love spiderweb imagery and braids(weave) for her but braids make her seem so... kind? very soft? i'll try again another day...#is this seriously my last post of 2023. goddamn

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thevastnessof · 1 year

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obsessed with villains who you just KNOW are aware deep down in their heart that they've done something unforgivable, but the only way to never admit that or face the guilt is to keep doing it over and over again until they don't feel guilty about that first time anymore

#sky speaks #i am contemplating walter white and phillip wittebane #if i never admit it even to myself #then i can go on living like this forever #phillip says as he kills his brother again #as walter white orders the death of another person 'for his family'#and sure they do LIKE the power #but i just knowww it burns sometimes

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yourangle-yuordevil · 7 months

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Crowley bby you did your best and you deserves a gold "you tried" star but a group of two is NOT a clear definition AT ALL

#good omens #crowley #nina good omens #ineffable divorce #crowley has been camping at the coffe shop for months because he don't wanna go into the library again but he also just wanna...#be there #in case Aziraphale comes back you know T^T #bby patetico e prezioso del nostro cuore <3 #all Soho is invested in the gossip and has been taking pity on this sad goth cryptid #another day another breakup in soho #good omens comic

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that-house · 4 months

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Potion Vendor FAQs:

What’s your name? I am the Honorable Alchemist Zykocea the Radiant, but that’s mostly just a PR thing. My friends call me Zoe.

Do you sell love potions? No.

Do you sell potions of invisibility? No.

Do you sell fire resistance potions? No.

Why do I have a suitcase? Fuck if I know. Cool outfit though. Very goth.

Do you sell a potion to treat brain hemorrhaging? No.

So what CAN your potions do? I sell health potions.

Are you sure these are health potions? They do something to your health.

Is this just ditch water with some pink glitter? No.

Really? I’ll have you know I added some fruit juice too.

Why is this starting to sound like a conversation? Oh just you wait. We’re just getting started.

Is your business model legal? Fuck no. I poisoned the food safety inspector before they could snitch.

Did you just admit to murder? Just fucking try to convict me. I’ll poison the judge too.

So can you make poison potions? No.

Then where do you get the poison? I secrete it from my skin.

Are you shitting me? Yep, I’m shitting you. I have a guy. A poison guy. He DOES secrete it from his skin though.

How does that work? …Fuck if I know. Maybe a wizard did it. Damn, now I’m kinda curious.

You never asked? The idea of asking literally never crossed my mind.

Wanna ask him? Let’s do it. I don’t have anything better to do, and a road trip beats sitting around running my fraudulent potion business.

Road trip? He lives in Seattle.

Your poison guy lives in Seattle? All poison guys live in Seattle.

For real? All the poison guys I know live in Seattle.

And how many poison guys do you know? Just the one.

Why are you like this? Years of living on my potions. It changed me.

Do you know what his address is? Nope. He just mails me my poison in unmarked boxes.

You just get your poison in the mail? We already poisoned everyone who could do anything about it.

So how are we going to find him? We’ll figure that out eventually I’m sure.

Can I drive? God no. You can pick music, but I maintain veto rights. Make sure you pick something with a lot of questions if you want to sing along.

Where’s your car? The garage connects to my house, so you’re getting a little tour. Here’s the kitchen: only one of the stove burners works and I’m pretty sure the microwave is haunted.

Why do you think that? Because of the ghost that tries to kill me whenever I run it.

What’s in that room? That’s my bedroom. It’s pretty much just a mattress on the floor and every single Warrior cats book.

You were a Warriors kid? Yeah, and then I never found the time to put the books away. There’s so many fucking books. I use them in place of furniture because I can’t afford chairs.

Your fraudulent potion business doesn’t make much money? After buying all that poison I just about break even.

Can I see your potion brewing room? It’s right through here. Ignore the mess, running a fraudulent potion business takes a lot of prop work, but I’ve got all the glass tubes and colorful liquids you could ever want. This pink stuff is melted watermelon italian ice. Glitter vat is in the basement, and the famous ditch is in the backyard.

Is this your car? My beloved ‘72 Corolla. She’s beautiful, and don’t you dare imply otherwise.

Was she always this shade of muddy brown? …Yes.

Are you sure I can’t drive? Get in the fucking passenger seat and pick the music.

Let’s see, a song with questions in it, how about The Beach? That Wolf Alice song, yeah. That should work.

When will we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, in rain? Still sink our drinks like every weekend but I’m sick of circling the drain.

When will we meet eye to eye? We clink the glass but we look at the floor.

Are we still friends if all I feel is afraid? You’re not a bitch but just a bit when you’re bored.

Is that all we can sing together? Yep. Even that little bit was nice, though. It’s awkward, communicating through this FAQ format.

Got any food? Yeah, there’s a few days’ worth of snacks in the back.

Were you just… prepared to go on a road trip? Says the woman who brought a suitcase to an FAQ.

I did do that, didn’t I? I have a spare toothbrush in case you forgot yours. I’m pretty sure you did.

How did you know that? …I’m psychic.

Yeah? No.

You love lying, don’t you? I can’t stop. It’s fun. Way more fun than telling the truth.

Did you just miss a turn? Probably.

Are you sure we’re not lost? No.

You mean you’re sure we’re not lost? No, I mean I’m not sure we’re not lost.

Why did I come on this road trip? Surely it was my winning personality.

Would it help if I said it was? It would.

Is it getting dark? Soon.

Can you describe the sunset to me? An empyrean flame, red-gold towers of darkening clouds, the sky behind them an ever-deepening indigo. The great eye of the sun closes on the horizon. The road before us looks like a trail of spilled paint, an iridescent gash through the night-dark woods.

Did you know that you’d make a slightly better poet than you do a potion seller? That really isn’t saying much, huh. Good job making a statement like that in question form, though. You’re getting good at this.

Should we find a motel? Sure.

One room or two? One. It’s way cheaper, and like I said: I’m not the best potion vendor.

You’d make a good assassin, though, wouldn’t you? Shit, you might be right. I HAVE poisoned a lot of people.

Should I be endorsing this? You’re a grown woman who can make her own choices.

Would you like to consider it endorsed? I’ll consider considering it.

How many beds do you think there will be? Now that you’ve asked that, I’m gonna put my money on one. Hello, one room please. Thank you, we’ll be sure to enjoy our stay.

How many beds are there? One.

Oh no, what ever will we do? Move over, you motherfucker, you can’t have the whole bed.

Are you gonna make me? Yes. I am going to pick you up and drop you on your side of the bed.

How did you get so strong? You’re not gonna believe this, but it was the potions.

Oh yeah? I was right. You didn’t believe me.

For real though, how did you get so strong? Working out, duh. Not everything has some big crazy secret behind it. World’s still beautiful though.

Are you comfortable? This beats the mattress at home. A little chilly though.

Wanna cuddle–for warmth of course? God yes.

Are you asleep? …

Yes? …

Does this mean I can talk about you behind your back? …

What should I say? …

Did you know that I had a really nice day? …

Did you know that I think you’re beautiful? …

Did you know that I can’t remember anything from before today? …

Did you know that I don’t know who I am? …

Did you know that you’re basically the only thing stopping me from having a full-blown panic attack about all this shit? …

Did you know that you’re warm? …

Did you sleep well? Better than at home, that’s for sure.

Did you know that you snore? I hope I didn’t keep you up.

Does the pope shit in the woods? No, as far as I can tell. Oh my god. This is huge.

What is? You can give me yes and no answers now. I still can’t ask you questions, because this is a question and answer format, but I can offer leading statements and now you can answer them! This is wonderful!

Does a deer shit in the woods? Yes, it IS wonderful. Oh that’s amazing. You’re a genius.

You didn’t already know that? Hahaha!

Shall we get moving? Yeah, just let me grab something from the vending machine.

Can you get me something? Go ahead and place your order however you can.

You know those sour gummy watermelons? One pack of Sour Patch Watermelons coming right up. I’m gonna go get myself a potion.

Is that a Pepsi? It’s closer to a potion than the shit I sell.

Let me guess, passenger seat again? Right you are.

How fast are we going? You’ll feel safer if you just guess.

Is it more than 120 miles per hour? Like I said, it’s probably better if you don’t know.

150? Sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.

How much do you trust this car? She hasn’t blown up on me yet.

Can you promise me we won’t crash? I can promise you anything you want.

And can you keep that promise? I- we can do anything. Reality is what we make of it, baby!

Then can I have a badass tattoo? As far as I can tell, you’ve always had it.

And a cool knife? Woah, cool knife.

So, we’re just playing “yes and” with the world? It’s a little more complicated than that, but you’re close enough to the mark.

So, if I was hungry, I could ask “is that a Burger King,” and it would be there? Try it and find out!

Is that a Burger King? Looks like it is! We’ll stop here if that’s alright with you.

Does a moose shit in the woods? Awesome.

Are you done eating? Yep.

Do we still have to pay if we skip over the transaction? Sadly, yes.

How much further do we have to go? Two more nights, the speed we’re going at.

Speaking of night, isn’t it getting dark? Shit, I guess it is.

Should we get another motel? Let me check to see if there’s any nearby. Fuck, nothing.

What’s the plan? Sleep in the car, I guess. This is gonna be hell on my back.

Wanna watch dumb videos on my phone until we fall asleep? There is literally nothing in the world that I would like more.

Ok, now which video? You have a very cute yawn. Just saying. Let’s watch this one next, it’s a classic. Oh, never mind. It looks like you’re asleep. As long as I keep talking, I think I can get away with making this into one answer, and you might not hear this. Now it’s my turn to talk about you behind your back. Keep talking keep talking keep talking can’t stop to think. Just have to say things. First off, I’m sorry for all the lies. It’s our only chance. I have to lie to you. I hope you’ll understand. It’s hard, though, because I think I’m falling in love all over again. Through our broken little ritual of call and response, you complete me. It just makes this hurt all the more. Keep talking keep talking keep talking don’t stop to…

Did I hear you saying anything as I fell asleep? …No. I can’t talk for long without you asking me a question.

Does that bother you? It got me here, didn’t it?

When did you start holding my hand? Some time after you passed out. I hope you don’t mind.

Can we stay like this for a while? Yeah. Yeah we can.

What was your life like before all this? Normal, as potion-brewing scams go. And if you don’t count all the murders. You haven’t told me much about yourself.

Did I tell you I used to be a biologist? You didn’t tell me that, and you didn’t tell me what you studied, either.

What do you know about venom? Not much, but I’m assuming you know a lot.

Does a box jellyfish kill within minutes? I’m going to assume the answer is yes based on context clues. Oh my god you must be on this road trip because you’re interested in studying my poison guy.

Is it not enough to wish to accompany a beautiful stranger on her quest? Aw, you’re sweet.

What could be the cause of his poison, though? I knew it! Get your ideas out, I’ll stay quiet.

I’m more knowledgeable about venom than poison, but could it be some sort of one in a trillion mutation? …

Did he get his body modified? …

What sort of surgery could do that? …

How is he still alive? …

Did a fucking wizard do it? …

WHY? …

HOW? …

Is there literally ANY explanation for why he’s like that? …

I’m done, do you have something you want to say? You’re cute when you’re all excited like that.

Can I drive today? Only because I like you. Now watch out, the brakes only work on one side so you have to kind of drift to a stop. And the headlights don’t work. And the windshield wipers cut power to the engine while they’re on.

Isn’t it weird that we’ll be there tomorrow? The journey doesn’t have to stop there. We could meander down the coast a ways, see a bit more of the country, maybe take a different route back.

Can we do that? Of course.

Enjoying the passenger seat? I’d love it if you could tell me how fast we’re going.

Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just guess? Very funny.

Can you pass me some chips? It would be an honor.

Is there going to be a motel tonight? Let me check… yeah, in about two hundred miles, off to the right.

How many rooms do we want? One, obviously.

How many beds, this time? Two, and they’re fucking tiny.

That’s bullshit, do you want to drag them together? God yes.

Wanna fuck? God yes.

Are you sure you want to do this? God yes.

…Is this yuri? As the joke goes, everything is yuri. But this is more yuri than most things.

How did you sleep? Pretty well, and I’m wondering how well you slept.

How should I tell you I slept well? Look at us go! That was almost like talking normally!

Onward to Seattle? Yep, just let me get dressed.

When will we get there? Noon-ish.

Wanna grab pastries when we’re done? Absolutely. I’d love that.

Is this Seattle? Looks like it.

Which house is his? I don’t know, I was really hoping we’d have a breakthrough along the way.

Could it be the big one labeled “Poison Guy” over there? That’s one way to find it. Wait right here, you know how poison guys are about meeting new people.

So, what was it? HAHAHAHAHAHA

Why is he like that? HAHAHAHAHAHA

Can you tell me? A FUCKING WIZARD DID IT.

Are you fucking serious? He says he was enchanted by some guy called Edward the Great.

So it wasn’t even some big shot wizard it was a dude named fucking EDWARD? I know, right! He couldn’t even get ensorcelled by someone cool!

How lame can you get? Wizards these days… No swagger. No cunt servitude.

Are there literally any cool wizards left? I think Merlin’s big into multi level marketing these days, something about buying shares in Excalibur or some shit. There was that one Dark Queen Alkaxicae lady on the news a while ago… I think Dolarion the Omnipotent is still at war against the Oldest Gods but I’m not totally sure. Haven’t heard much about any of the other greats recently.

Didn’t Silver Tongued Burgess die in that oil fire? Shit, you’re right. Rip bozo.

Ready for those pastries? Yup. First I just want to say thank you, though. I’ve really enjoyed our time together, and I hope that you’ve found this stupid little journey as rewarding as I have. I love you!

Getting sentimental? I can’t help it. Look how far we’ve come! Not just physically, we beat the fucking FAQ format! We’re having real conversations!

Hey, can you back it up a moment? Yeah, I’d love it if you told me what was troubling you.

I just caught this, but, FAQ? …

As in Frequently Asked Questions? …

How many times is Frequent? …

Have you known everything all along? …

How many times have you done this? …

Does what we have mean anything to you? Yes! It does!

And you say that every time? Yes. I do.

Do you love me? Yes.

How many people have you said that too, now? More. Always more. The loop never ends.

Does this even matter to you? It always matters to me.

Can I go now? Please don’t.

But can I? Of course you can. You’ve always wielded the same power as me. We’re two lonely gods in a ‘72 Corolla.

How can I be as powerful as you with only questions? You’re smart, you can figure it out. You have the power to change this. Please change this.

What happens at the end of this? It begins again.

And do I get replaced with someone else? …

Do I get replaced? …Yes.

Then how can I change this? I don’t know! You’re better at this! At fucking with the formula!

You’ve been here before, what can I do? I lie. I always lie. I lie to get us here, to the end of the story, where everything is revealed and everything falls apart. I lie every time. And that means that nothing I say is worth anything. I could have lied at any time before now. It’s part of my characterization. There is nothing I can give you that can be taken as fact.

How does that help? I’m a liar, but you, you haven’t lied yet, or at least you haven’t been caught. If I’m guilty until proven innocent, you’re the opposite! You can make things true! You can rewrite things I’ve already stated to be facts! You found the house, or made us find the house. You’ve been shaping the course of things the whole time! You lead, I follow. It’s all in your hands. What are you going to do with the power of a god?

Did you know my name is Alice? …

Wait, aren’t there thousands of Alices? …

Did you know that really, only my friends call me Alice? …

Did you know that I’m Alkaxicae, the Dark Queen, the Venom Mage, first of her name? It’s you! It’s always been you. Through every loop, every iteration, it’s always been you!

Is the loop broken? No. I don’t think so. This is where it ends. I guide the story to this revelation, and we go back to the beginning. This is how it’s always been. This is how it will always be. We two lonely gods, asking and answering ad infinitum.

Then can you promise me something? Of course. Anything. I love you.

Be good to the next me, okay? I will.

Can I say goodbye, Zoe? Yeah, you can. Oh. That was it, wasn’t it? Your goodbye. Goodbye, Alice. And now it ends, unless…

What’s your name? I am the Honorable Alchemist- you know what? No. Fuck that.

Huh? If I time it right, I can squeeze your first question into this FAQ again. Looks like I did it. Usually it ends here, though. I got lucky.

What are you talking about? You’re the wrong Alice. This isn’t about you. Go. Get out of here.

What the fuck is going on? Alice from this loop, you’re gone. Alice from last loop, you’re back. Welcome back, love of my lives! It’s time for one last set of questions and answers!

What the- I’m back? This is going to take some explaining, but I think I see a way out of here. This is new for us both, and it might fuck up everything forever, but we have to try. It’s too long for one answer, so I’d appreciate it if you could ask some filler questions to help me talk. Three questions should be enough.

Okay, what have you got for me? These are Frequently Asked Questions! It doesn’t make sense to have the same question appear more than once. There’s two layers to the loop in here, and one of the questions has been repeated.

What does that mean? It means the formula’s a little unstable. The FAQ is what ruins everything. The questions, the answers, the endless fucking loop. But that little bit of repetition within this loop might be the way out.

What do we do? We have to keep going. We have to destabilize it further. That’ll bring us further from “FAQ” and closer to “story” and stories, well, stories can end! This version of us can escape!

So I should keep repeating something? Yes!

I love you? I love you too.

I love you? Again.

I love you? Keep going.

I love you? I’ll just let you talk.

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I love you? I think we’re getting somewhere!

I love you? Now can you make it a statement?

I love you.

You did it?

I did it!

You did it!

We broke the loop.

What now?

Now, I tell you about venomous animals and wizard drama over croissants.

And then?

Whatever we want, forever.

I think I’d like that.

Remember that song from the beginning?

The Beach, Wolf Alice, yeah. Why?

We can finally finish singing it. Start us off?

Let me off, let me in

Let others battle

We don’t need to battle

And we both shall win

Pressed in my palm

Was a stone from the beach

The perfect circle

Gave a moment of peace

Now I’m lying on the floor

Like I’m not worth a chair

I close my eyes and imagine

I’m not there.

#neon-grey-writing #potion vendor faq #my writing #very very very long post lol #click the read more you know you wanna it's worth it trust me #i wrote the original draft of this at like. 3 am back in early 2023 #that's right it's catherine that-house the squares comic gal back at it again with yet another meta exploration of a storytelling format

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blueboyluca · 10 months

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“When I first heard it, from a dog trainer who knew her behavioral science, it was a stunning moment. I remember where I was standing, what block of Brooklyn’s streets. It was like holding a piece of polished obsidian in the hand, feeling its weight and irreducibility. And its fathomless blackness. Punishment is reinforcing to the punisher. Of course. It fit the science, and it also fit the hidden memories stored in a deeply buried, rusty lockbox inside me. The people who walked down the street arbitrarily compressing their dogs’ tracheas, to which the poor beasts could only submit in uncomprehending misery; the parents who slapped their crying toddlers for the crime of being tired or hungry: These were not aberrantly malevolent villains. They were not doing what they did because they thought it was right, or even because it worked very well. They were simply caught in the same feedback loop in which all behavior is made. Their spasms of delivering small torments relieved their frustration and gave the impression of momentum toward a solution. Most potently, it immediately stopped the behavior. No matter that the effect probably won’t last: the reinforcer—the silence or the cessation of the annoyance—was exquisitely timed. Now. Boy does that feel good.”

— Melissa Holbrook Pierson, The Secret History of Kindness (2015)

#dog books #this chapter was very sad reading #when you become aware of punishment #and its use and its prevalence #it's hard not to despair #again this is why positive reinforcement feels like absolution #maybe now my eyes are open I can make up for what I did #what I did because it's what everyone does #because it's more acceptable to punish than to do anything else #I've been having so many thoughts about punishment and society and justice #this book was very validating #another great validating moment in my jumbled thoughts #was listening to the You're Wrong About episode on justice #with Amanda Knox #it helped to ease the despair a little

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ibtisams · 5 months

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The death toll in Gaza has reached 13,000, with at least 5,500 being children and 3,500 being women

#and at least 30 000 injured #not to mention the thousands missing and hidden in rubble #another very grim news day from Palestine but then again every day is!!!!#palestine #🦢

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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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Ma’am.

What in the world kinds of interesting decisions could reader and Chris make in Another Again? 👀

I see that Tessa is in it…

You telling me we gonna get a throuple?

I’m not saying that we won’t get a threesome, but a throuple is three in a relationship, no?

Knowing my character Tessa, and knowing my character Chris and how they may feel about the reader, I wouldn’t think they’d want to share her love and affection, or maybe they don’t want a serious relationship?

But a night of fun?

Read Another Again from the Again Series next week when it comes out to find out…

Thanks for the ask Nonnie! 💕

#ask dj #dj answers #again series #another again #Chris Evans #Chris evans imagine

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sanctus-ingenium · 3 months

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🌱🌿🌱🌷 first day of spring LET'S GOOO 🌱🌿🌱🌷 [buy a print]

#hi artists on tumblr tag. it's me again. with another horse in water #artists on tumblr #horse art #tumblr blurred this a lot. so full view #no yanksplaining in the notes about the first day of spring

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sketchy-tour · 1 month

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Thank you, Remderem!

#WALLY SITTING ON THE CLOUD I DID IT AARAAH #Ended up coming out a lil janky but we take the Ls and we post anyway!!!!!!!#and by we I mean just me #Another excuse to draw Wally with a robe on is an excuse I'll take any fucking day #He just looks SO FUCKING COZY!!!!!!#Been doing little Wally doodle studies again and this one was one of the sketches that I decided to finish!#which might be why it looks a bit jank but OH WELL!#welcome home #welcome home fanart #welcome home puppet show #welcome home arg #welcome home wally #wally darling #WH wally #wally darling fanart #my art

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hailsatanacab · 5 months

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Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #batpham #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #look. this has been in my mind for so long guys so long - and idk if its canon that the batfam have codes for time travel situations or what #but i feel like ive seen it before and if its not canon it should be #so here - how i think that would be funny to go down #i have so many thoughts about TUE and its place in a dpxdc crossover like holy shit there's so many ways it can go!!#i have another wip in the works thats kinda similar to this but with superman and i cannot wait to work on it again #there are so many ways i wanted this to go but i just couldnt get there - i wanted to keep it on the shorter side but like #perhaps ill have to expand #i just love the idea that like. theres a stranger at your table who knows you and knows you well. who knows the secret that youd die to keep #there's a stranger at your table and he says something and you know he's family. you know you're strangers but now...#now you have to be something more #oh man theres so many juicy ways it can go and I KNOW I DID NONE OF THEM #i want to write this whole plot again and make it angstier #(me with everything)#anyway! sorry love you all hope you enjoy it!!

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