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umrtt01 · 10 months

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「screen」シリーズは、「画面を見る」と言うときの「画面」の再定義から、見る経験そのものを問い直す装置である。

通常、画面を通して映像を見ているのに対して、このシリーズでは映像を通して画面を見ることを試みている。

例えばスマートフォンを手に「画面を見る」と言うとき、その「画面」に物体であるスマートフォンの存在は含まれているだろうか。

映画館で「映画を見る」と言うときに映像の投影面となるスクリーンや、「本を読む」と言うときに文字の印刷面となる紙などの媒体の存在は、例えば今も、目の前の画面から受け取る情報のなかに含まれているだろうか。

コンピュータのディスプレイに表示された情報を、画像として保管したり共有したりする手段として、スクリーンショットや画面キャプチャ、画面共有などと呼ばれるものがある。

これらが指す「スクリーン」や「画面」には、画面表面に限定しても、傷や日焼け、光沢による背景の映り込み、タッチスクリーンであれば接触の痕跡などの、画面が物体として存在するために、あるいは経年変化を伴うことで見られる側面が含まれていない。

そこでの「画面」とは画面に表示される情報のみを指しているようである。

しかし、実際に人々が「画面」を見るときや共有するときには、各々が手元の媒体を通して情報を送受信している。

そのためにそれぞれの目には、自分自身や、それを取り巻く環境に依存した特有の画面が映っているはずである。

このシリーズは、そのような「物体である」という側面を含めた画面を見る経験の記録と共有を目的とした装置である。

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canisalbus · 10 months

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is machete an albino dog? if so.. does he have poor vision like some albino animals do?

Yes, actually! His vision isn't quite as bad as it could potentially be considering his condition, but he's definitely at least nearsighted enough that he'd benefit from wearing glasses. He has trouble seeing distant objects clearly and reading in particular gets challenging if the text is small enough and/or farther than, say, an arm's length away. He tends to hold items very close to his face when he's inspecting them, especially if he's not actively paying attention to how he looks at that moment.

On top of that his eyes are highly sensitive to bright lights. Direct midday sun gives him the worst headaches very swiftly. If he has any say in it, he prefers to go out on overcast days, early mornings and evenings.

He probably has a pair of custom spectacles ready for those occasions when he absolutely can't manage without them, but he's reluctant to keep them on his person consistently (let alone be seen with them). His body keeps finding new ways to let him down and to him, surrendering to wearing glasses would be like admitting another defeat. So he squints and fumbles and does his best to hide the fact he can't see that well. He has a lot of health anxieties and he's worried about the possibility of his vision weakening further and potentially preventing him from doing his job, after all most of it is centered around reading and writing. It's the one thing he enjoys, is very good at, and that makes him feel useful and needed.

#when you have a vast private library but your eyes aren't cooperating #too bad sunglasses as an invention hadn't reached Europe yet #they would complete his summer goth look so neatly #answered #anonymous #Machete #now that we're talking about senses I might add that his hearing is excellent #he's easily startled by loud and sudden noises #he's a picky eater #he's got low pain tolerance but he tries to be brave about it most of the time #and there's some tactile sensory processing quirks

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tcfactory · 3 months

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I've been thinking about QiJiu and how they could be post-reconciliation and I'm like. I love most flavors of these tragic idiots, but I like them as either romantic or full on disaster siblings the most, probably.

Because them becoming close platonic friends feels like sort of... an extension? Of the state they are in canonically, where they are devoted to each other, but in a lot of ways have grown apart. They just fix up the holes in it - and I don't think that works all that well for them on the long run, because it would be all too easy to be reminded of the bad times. I think for them to be happy and stable long term, they need a shift in their dynamic either to something new (romantic relationship, with the courting period acting as a sort of soft reset) or back to the (codependent, but not necessarily in a bad way) sibling-relationship they had before.

Like. Honest to god I want a story where the two of them make up and Liu Qingge is the first one to look at them and go:

"What the fuck?! WHAT THE FUCK?! So this was just a sibling tantrum?? Like the time Mingyan refused to talk to me for three weeks because I got monster guts on her new dress, except you idiots dragged it out for thirty years?! I'm ashamed to be your shidi! Shame on you!"

"It was a bit more serious than-"

"Zhangmen-shixiong, what could you have possibly done that's worse than monster guts?"

Just Liu Qingge shaking Yue Qingyuan until dumbass failbrother explains what happened - perfect grounds for Liu-Jiu reconciliation too, because in LQG's mind 'making your little brother think you willingly abandoned him to slavery' is a perfectly valid reason to become the angriest, bitchiest bitch to ever peak lord. It doesn't matter that it doesn't make sense, his big brother instincts tell him that if he did something like that to Liu Mingyan then blood would flow. He doesn't know what a Joker even is, but in his mind that would be Mingyan's Joker moment for sure.

#svsss #yue qingyuan #shen jiu #liu qingge #listen qijiu with a very clingy sibling dynamic is also good grounds for other ships #because it still gives both of them emotional stability #but whoever they are getting together with doesn't have to be jealous #like. would it be weird that their sense of propriety and personal space just disappears when they are in private? sure at the start #but I think someone like LQG would Get It and wouldn't really be jealous over that #good grounds for LiuJiu or LiuQi I think #or any ship with TLJ who doesn't know human customs and thinks that it's perfectly normal that SQQ sometimes takes a nap on YQY #I feel like heavenly demons would be the kind where the siblings would do sleepy piles even as adults tbh #tactile motherfuckers

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peaches2217 · 3 months

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TW: Self-harm

I don’t know what it is. I feel so completely impossibly drained and I’ve relapsed enough times in the past week to consider it an active episode. There’s six pairs of scissors in our tiny office building and none of them do what I need them to do, so whenever I haven’t been busying myself I’ve been fantasizing about getting home and prettying my arms up even more and I might just bring my scissors in to work tomorrow so I can keep myself occupied. I’m tired and I’m severely overloaded and even talking takes all of my energy anymore, not typing but like the action of speaking, and I can’t just relax or take a day to myself, because there’s some dire stuff going on right now and it’s my responsibility to be on high alert and ready to respond at all times. Life goes on no matter how much feels like too much and it’s my duty to keep up because this is nothing all things compared. And I don’t really know where I’m going with this, I’m just counting down the minutes until I get home because even if I can’t take it easy I can at least cut to my heart’s content, and that’ll keep me going until it’s time to do it all over again, and I guess that’s all I can ask for right now.

#not to worry! we’ll return to our usual content ASAP #in fact I am to have a new fic up tomorrow or Tuesday~#*aim #I wish you could edit tags on mobile…#tw self harm #I acknowledge that this likely makes little sense because I’m both sleep deprived and sensory deprived #it’s weird actually #like… I’m in a complete state of sensory overload for all of my senses except tactile senses #and those are severely UNDERstimulated #I wish banging my head against shit didn’t risk brain damage or eventual dementia because it’s cathartic 😅#delete later

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illnesschronicles · 2 months

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Is this a universal experience or just a neurodivergent one ? Sometimes if I encounter something that tickles my senses just right I cannot settle for just seeing it/touching it etc. Yk? Like I have to engage it with as many senses as possible and like . be a part of it?? Like how a good song is for a lot of neurodivergent people. Actually that might have just answered my question. But like— I LOVE nature and things with life. I've fixated on it for all my life. Flowers are a pretty big one, so sometimes if I find a very pretty flower or lots of pretty flowers, I don't even know what to do with myself bc I'm looking at all of them and smelling all of them and touching all of them (and yes sometimes nibbling them. you know you would too .maybe). Taking pictures does help, because then it feels like I'm taking it with me and I won't lose the experience. But it's still not quite enough yk, like I want to USE it or something . Like I want to be a part of that beauty and create something. Idek. Like I'm wasting the experience if I don't. Or like a very soft animal, where I just want to TOUCH IT AND TOUCH IT AND TOUCH IT AND TOUCH IT and some animals would not like you to do that too much. But like cats' paws?? Or tails?? When they are just so so so so soft and smooth? I swear I'm not being creepy ab this but it's just the most perfect tactile sensory experience 😭

#mental health #adhd #neurodivergency #neurodivergent #adhd?#autism?#autism #autistic?#autistic #sensory #senses #tactile stim #stim #stimming #visual stim #stimblr #neurodivergent things

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umrtt01 · 10 months

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スマートフォンで撮影した画像を見返す。その画面に映り込んだ光景を画像の上から線でなぞり保存する。

作者はその線からその場所を思い出すことができるが、他の鑑賞者は別の光景や対象を想像したり、思い出したりするのだろうか。

画像に実際には描かれていないものが、鑑賞者の記憶によりそれぞれに見えてくる。画像に引かれた線はそのきっかけになるだろうか。

光沢のある画面では、表示する画像の他に別の光景が映り込んで見える瞬間がある。その光景を手指でなぞり記録する。

画像を見返した時、もともと表示していた画像とは本来関係のなかった画面外の空間や前後の時間が思い出され、それらが重なってひとつのイメージが脳に作られる。

作者にとってこの画像は、画面に映り込んだ光景に目が奪われる一瞬の知覚を記録し再生する装置でもある。

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feelslikeapricity · 9 months

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Sometimes, your heart knows before your mind.

It's the little things, isn't it? A little touch when you cross a busy street, the way they smile at your animation. The way they won't belittle your feelings or justify them. Sometimes it is just the way they won't let you give up.

Keep going for those souls, for those sisters, partners, friends, lovers. All it takes is a few times, and you know you'll be there for them when they fall, and when you're close to falling, they'll catch you, and help you back up.

Sometimes, that's just it. And you know what? It's beautiful.

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dogmatik · 7 months

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Rick & Morty arguing about Rick taking him to school. 402words.

"Morty, get out of the fucking ship." Rick has a headache, the faint buzz of electricity coming from the ship enough to make his head pound in time with his heartbeat. "You said you'd take me to school! Mom already left for work, I don't wanna walk!" Morty yells, the crack of his voice is like a icepick to Ricks poor vodka-washed skull. He really isn't in the mood. "Y-yeah, I agreed to that on Xelios, you know I'll say anything to get back to the carpet texture." "But you said! And- and mom's gonna blame me if I don't make it to school!" "Morty, I swear to, swear to god if you aren't out of my ship in the next fifteen seconds-" "You'll what? Make me late to school? Throw me out?" God, he's somehow getting Worse with age. Like a fucking forgotten lab experiment. Even growing fuzz like one. Ever since Morty grew that single chest hair the little bastard has been challenging Rick on everything. "Don't get bitchy with me, I don't have to help you out with s-shit." "Clearly. When, when have you ever." Morty slumps back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest, prepared to sulk until he gets his way or Rick actually does throw him out.

Goddamnit. Fucking teenagers. "This shit is why I wasn't around for your mom's teens by the way-" Rick starts, reaching into his inner coat pocket for the portal gun. "The hormones turn you into even worse insufferable assholes then usual. I don't think even I was this bad during fucking puberty, and I was already building pipe bombs." Morty perks up at the sight of the gun. Rick calibrates the coordinates from memory, aims out the passenger side window and shoots a swirling green portal into the air. "There, you little terrorist, straight to your locker. Get out." Morty hops out of the ship immediately, not bothering to look back as he steps through the portal "Thanks grandpa Rick!" The old man thinks about closing the portal just a little too soon, clipping the kids foot off at the ankle. He thinks better of it and decides it isn't worth the fight, Morty's gotten way more dramatic about the body horror shit recently. Apparently a few years of back to back nightmares was all it took for him to start actually flipping out on Rick about it. Wuss

#rick and morty #r&m #rick and morty fanfiction #fanfiction #yeah idk thinkin abt them #Xelios is a psychedelic but its more specifically a body high #it hightenes your tactile sense. so textures become wayyyy more intense. rick is autistic and likes to stim by rubbing his hands against #the carpet. so xelios makes that sensation even more rewarding. bro is WEIRD on that shit. sitting in the middle of the floor rubbing the #carpet with his eyes closed. jerry finds it disturbing but the rest of the family kinda just ignores him.

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my-autism-adhd-blog · 11 months

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The 8 Senses

Auditory

Visual

Gustatory

Tactile

Olfactory

Vestibular

Proprioception

Interoception

The Autistic Teacher (link wouldn’t paste, I apologize)

#autism #actually autistic #the 8 senses #olfactory #tactile #visual #auditory #gustatory #vestibular #proprioception #interoception #neurodiversity #feel free to share/reblog #source: The Autistic Teacher (Facebook)#tw bright colors #tw eye strain

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dirtyoldmanhole · 7 months

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i say the word 'timeless' a lot in a positive sense re: creative goals instead of 'universal experience' because mmm

this fic, like most things i make, but especially this fic, is a shameless hyper-specific set of experiences made for me (like where the fuck else are you going to see questionable hot ossan villain age gap romance with both of them fucked to hell with bad brain junk-one with even more hyper specific memory trauma-and peculiar kink wires crossed out the wazoo based halfway off a plot from a video game that can best be described lovingly as tasteless horny chess gone wild)

but i ache and aim to write timeless scenes in the sense of ... feeling tangible, there's an emotional hit of something to grasp whether it be by a twenty year old or a sixty year old and even if the actual experience isn't the ""same"" it brings that incandescent sense of longing and connection how infinitely human we all are in so many different ways.

#weird shit i think about when writing sex scenes in this slowburn and listening to KISS songs #i'm reminded of how *tactile* these dudes felt in the music clips. dude the chest hair is unreal. they're sweaty and gnarly and its awesome #they look so fucking stupid silly and it's somehow the horniest thing ever too. lust and whimsey closer than ya think like lust and hate #'beauty is finite - ugliness is infinite like God' in the real sense of cherishing the latter.#(i love how writing from his headspace and writing her desire of him is making me genuinely consider *where* they connect ngl)#gunter slowburn liveblog

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mutable-manifestation · 2 years

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Part 3 of The Gotham Puddle Boy: Danny Fenton

(Ages bc I didn't clarify before: Jazz 18, Danny 16, Tim 17, Duke 15, Jason 20, Damian 12, Bruce 40, Alfred 70, Dick 25, Cassandra 20 - Idk anything about the Batman timeline or Cass so I'm winging it [ha, winging. Bats])

Duke POV

Duke shared a look with Tim as Jason - Jason - took over the conversation with Tim’s guest, wrangling prank details out of him and talking up Alfred’s cooking as he led the way to the dining area.

Danny lightly elbowed Jason as he suggested he take part in the prank, causing both Tim and himself to stiffen, but Jason only laughed despite the contact.

"Sure kid," and he snorted and ruffled his hair at the indignant 'I'm 16!' "Bruce could do with a little pranking. Tim already fill you in on the basics?"

"Yeah, I got an hour crash course basic family facts and which utensils to use when - which, yikes." The part of his face that Duke could see scrunched up in displeasure.

"You're playing the part of 'another adopted son that's already been here a while and how could he forget you.' You want my advice? Don't bother with utensil orders. Just eat however - the more comfortable you are the more convincing you are, at any rate. It's social engineering 101. Damian's the only one who really cares, anyway."

Danny took a moment to glance back at Tim, who shrugged. Danny shrugged as well.

"Sounds like a plan, J-man." At that, both of them grimaced.

"Just. Call me Jason - it's an inside joke. Bruce'll have a fit."

"Jason, got it."

At that point they arrived in the dining room, Damian and Cass already present.

"Danny, I presume?" Damian asked, zeroing in on the guy before he could even cross the threshold.

"That's me! Here to assist with all your parental pranking needs," he gave an exaggerated bow. "Nice to meet you - Damian and Cassandra, right?"

Cassandra gave a small wave in reply. Damian declined to answer, turning to Tim and raising a brow meaningfully before his eyes flicked behind them.

"Yep!" a bright voice chirped, causing the four of them to yelp and whip around. "I'm Dick - but we might want to save the chatting for after the prank since Bruce is finally on the way up."

Tim scrambled to sit next to Cass, shoving Danny into the seat next to him even as Dick chuckled and walked to his own seat next to Damian.

Duke settled down next to Dick, all of them trying not to stare as Jason sat directly next to Danny and started up a conversation, asking about the convention he'd mentioned earlier.

Dick openly stared before glancing at himself and Tim. They both shrugged.

Everyone cut off as the dining room door opened once more, Bruce finally arriving.

"Alright-" he cut off, staring straight at Danny - Alfred must have followed Tim's request to stay quiet after he'd texted Bruce that his friend had left an hour ago. He hastily plastered on a pleasant smile, asking, "And who is this?"

Danny immediately made a noise like he'd been shot, bursting into tears and curling into himself to bury his face in his hands.

Tim and Jason move as one, each rubbing a shoulder soothinly as the latter glared death at Bruce, who stiffened in place, visibly stuggling to maintain a neutral expression.

"You forgot Danny again?" Tim questioned incredulously.

"Of course he would, that unreliable leech is the most pathetic of the lot of you," Damian sneered at the sobbing boy.

"Damian." Dick reprimanded. Duke decided to focus on sinking into his chair, glancing breifly at Cass, who seemed content enough to simply observe the chaos.

"Well it's true."

"You-"

Dick's reply was cut off as Danny croaked out "It's o-okay. H-he's right anyway." Duke could almost admire how real he'd made it seem, progressing carefully from bursting into tears to slowly getting them under control.

"It is not," Jason spat. "It isn't your fault Bruce can't be bothered to pull his head of his work long enough to remember his family."

"IT IS!" Danny positively shrieked, jolting up out of his chair and knocking the hands from his shoulders to look Jason in the eye, tears visibly streaming down his face. "I-I'm not athletic and my grades are garbage no m-matter how much I try to fix them and I-I can't do anything right-!" His voice cracked on the word as he cut himself off, clenching his fists.

"I- excuse me," he said quietly, tossing the napkins he'd put in his lap onto his plate before weaving around the stunned Bruce and out the door. Alfred must have been nearby with the food as they could faintly hear him call out "Master Danny," at which Bruce's eyes widened a fraction as the other sat in silence a moment, stunned by the performance.

"I'm going after him," Tim and Jason spoke in unison, standing from their places.

"And what are you gonna say to him, Replacement," Jason sneers, "'Sorry Bruce doesn't care about you?' At least I know what it's like to be a throwaway Wayne," he stares dead at Bruce at the last bit, shouldering his way past the man as Tim sits frozen in place.

"Jason-" Bruce turns, cut off by the dining room door slamming shut in his face.

Bruce POV

Bruce had pulled all-nighters before - too often, according to Alfred. He was familiar with the effects, and hallucinations weren't meant to begin until hour 72; Bruce was barely on hour 30.

Despite that, Bruce had entered his dining room only to be faced with what was most definitely the boy he had seen vanish into a puddle the night before.

He was young, somewhere in the 15-to-20's range, though likely on the younger end. Bruce was relieved to see that he was okay, but suspicious. The water had tested normal every time, and while people did tend to respect his no metas rule this was likely a teenager - with the greater tendency to disregard authority that entailed.

Tim had said his friend had left already, and he was generally truthful. Still, with the sudden appearance of the boy the night after he'd seen him disappear into a puddle - and keeping in mind that it was well within Duke's abilities to manipulate light and make him appear to vanish - it was entirely possible they were playing a prank on him.

Still, better not to make assumptions. So he started simple: by attempting to prompt an introduction.

Instead of an introduction his question had been met with a deluge of tears and accusations that even Jason was taking part in. The boy's speech before disappearing was worrying - even if the context was wrong there was a hint of truth in every lie, and the lack of self-worth evident in his words….

But it was Jason's parting shot that hit him like a knife to the heart. As if he had ever wanted to lose his son - as if he ever wanted to lose any of them.

It was only Alfred opening the door not three seconds after Jason closed it that prevented him from spiraling further. Alfred might keep quiet and allow the kids to prank him, but he would never answer dishonestly, which meant he could make sure this wasn't some sort of mind control/memory alteration event.

"Alfred, have I ever adopted a boy named 'Danny?'"

"Not yet, Master Bruce."

"…Yet?"

Alfred merely glanced around the room at his children - black hair and blue eyes for all but Duke's black-and-brown - before pointedly raising a brow.

Bruce scowled before looking back at his children, noting the grimaces and hunched shoulders - "Who was that, really?"

"Danny," Tim spoke up, "The guest I mentioned earlier? He didn't really go home, I just texted everyone about him so we could prank you." He paused, winced. "I…didn't think about how the prank might hit a sore spot for Jason." He concluded grimly. At that, everyone grimaced.

Bruce took a breath before trudging on. "And the puddle incident last night, was that a prank as well?"

Dick, Duke, Tim, and Cass shared a look while Damian merely raised a brow. "No? Why would that be related?" Dick finally questioned.

"Because 'Danny' is the person I saw disappear into the puddle."

"Another meta?" Duke asked, perking up.

"Why come to Gotham, then?" Damian tagged on, face twisting in dissapproval.

"Because his parents dragged him here for an engineering convention," Tim filled in. "The one Jason was asking about earlier. If they don't know he's a meta he might not have been able to come up with an excuse to be allowed to stay home."

"Full name?" Bruce demanded.

"Danny Fenton," Tim answered, not missing a beat. "But seriously, Bruce. He's sixteen and he's only in town for a week because of his parents - and it's already been like three days. He's not doing anything - we literally spent four hours playing Damned-"

"Tim." Bruce cut him off, not looking away from his phone as he opened up a background check. "I'm not going to chase a random teenager out of Gotham - but if there's an outside meta in the city it doesn't hurt to know what to expect."

"Uh," Duke spoke up, "Not to put a damper on things but. Jason's been acting…weird."

"Weird how?"

"Not in a bad way!" Tim defended, "He's just been calm. Which is a nice change of pace! Maybe Danny has some kind of calming aura?"

"For Jason specifically?" Dick asked, raising a brow.

"But he wasn't calm," Duke says softly.

"Because he was confronted with a stranger in the house-"

"No," Duke cut off Tim's response, "He froze before either of you came into sight, before we could even hear your voices. I watched him stare at the stairway for a solid ten seconds before you ever came into view. And you saw how he wouldn't even talk until he suddenly just… switched to friendly-mode. A mode I didn't know he had, by the way. Isn't it odd that Jason is the only one affected less than 24 hours after Bruce sees the person likely causing the affect disappear into what he thought was Lazarus water?"

"You think he's related to the League of Assassins somehow?" Bruce narrowed his eyes, humming as he looked at the screen.

"We've been playing video games alone for four hours, Danny's been nothing but nice. And I'm the one who invited him here - he didn't ask about it, he was just leaving when I offered to hang out. And he had four hours to stab me if he wanted to and didn't." Tim shot back.

"Still, it won't hurt to run a quick background check while he and Jason cool down - every lie has a grain of truth," He frowned sadly, thinking back on Jason's words, "And unless that was scripted they probably both need a minute."

The room winced, frozen quietly in place as Alfred passed out the food and Bruce typed away.

Danny POV

Danny scrubbed his eyes as he retreated to 'his' room - a guest room he and Tim had spent some of their prep time making look lived in earlier. It was the designated retreat room for after he completed his tearful speech - Tim would follow soon enough to tell him if Bruce was actually falling for it or if he should drop the joke and come say hi.

He tried to tell himself that it was only for dramatic effect when he slammed the door behind him. He slid down the adjacent wall to hug his knees to his chest, doing his best to ignore the pang in his chest in favor of thinking about the look on Bruce Wayne's face when he'd fled the room.

He heard a few doors open and close before 'his' door opened, and he looked up to find Jason looking down at him instead of Tim - expression just as heavy as Danny's.

"Hey," he said, taking a glance around. "Nice digs."

Danny snorted. "Thanks. What happened, I thought Tim was going to come get me?"

Jason closed the door behind him, sliding down to sit crisscross on the floor against it in an echo of Danny not ten seconds earlier. "Prank's probably canceled. I said something that… hit a little too close to home." He grimaced.

"Yeah." Danny muttered, looking away from him to stare blankly at the window a moment.

His brows drew down as he mulled that over, pushing away his own feelings for the moment. Tim had mentioned the rooms were soundproof, so with it just being him and Jason, now was the best time to ask.

He turned to rest his head on his knees, looking at Jason as he asked, "Do they know?"

"Know?" Jason echoed, turning to look him in the eyes.

"You know," Danny said, flashing green eyes.

Jason jolts out of his seated position, putting another ten feet between them even as he sees his own eyes flash green from a mirror in the corner of his vision.

The feeling of calm and safety hasn't disappated but he won't let that stop him from reacting.

"You're from the League?" he questions, even though it sounds wrong the moment he so much as thinks it.

"What?" Danny asks, baffled. "I don't think the Justice League accepts scrawny teenagers."

"What? No! The League of Assassins!"

"…isn't that one of the optional add-on groups for Dragons and Dragons?"

"What? NO!" Jason runs a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Okay, what is anyone supposed to 'know' here? Something about Lazarus water?"

"Lazarus water? Is that like, some kind of alternative holy water?" Danny's face scrunches up before he shakes his head. "Whatever, not the point. I mean 'Do they know you're liminal?'"

"Liminal." Jason echoes again, face blank before his eyes narrow. "Does that have something to do with why I felt like I was about to be murdered before you introduced yourself?"

Danny freezes, face cycling through embarrassment, confusion, and realization before settling on dawning horror as he paled. "YOU don't know? You don't know? Ancients. Okay. Alright, okay, quick question - a few questions. They are very important and you need to answer honestly."

Jason narrows his eyes at the demand, "What?"

"Okay, starter: your eyes just flashed green-" Jason stiffened, blinking "-were you aware that happens?"

"Maybe my eyes just look green in different lighting," he deflects, "why do you want to know?"

"Because I want to help you," Danny says grimly. "Because if you're liminal and you don't know then you're in danger. And you are liminal - I couldn't sense you until I saw you because your signature is so small but it's obvious to anyone with the ability or the technology for it. And I'm sure you could sense me even before that. You thought I was 'going to murder you' because your liminal instincts told you that I could have-" Jason tensed. "-and you relaxed because I satisfied that liminal part of you's fear by making it clear that I wouldn't - that I won't. That I was - am friendly."

"Great. If you don't want to murder me then why does being 'liminal' put me in danger."

"Because it doesn't matter how small your ecto-signature is, the fact that you have one at all classifies you as an ecto-entity-"

"'Ecto?'" Jason cuts him off, raising a brow.

"As in ectoplasm; the thing ghosts are made of."

Jason flinches as if slapped. "Ghosts aren't real. I'm not a ghost. I'm alive."

Danny's face softens, and Jason hates it. "You aren't a ghost. But something happened - whether it was… an injury… of some kind, or a contamination by exposure."

Memories of his death play behind Jason's eyes, along with memories of his revival, hazy agony-fear-confusion weaving through each like a nightmarish mockery of a carousel.

"You have an ecto-signature, which means you're maintaining your own ectoplasm levels by producing it. Whether you believe in ghosts or not, your ecto-signature means that the Anti-Ecto Acts apply to you. Which is why I need you to tell me if you've noticed any suspicious guys in white suits and sunglasses around recently - or if you've tried to donate any blood since… whatever caused this, if you know?"

"Anti-Ecto Acts?" Jason asks, mind still reeling.

"I'll be happy to explain, but the other two things are way more urgent if we want to avoid being vivisected-"

"IF WE WHAT!?" Jason shouts, grabbing at the weapons in his pockets to calm himself.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm just so used to that kind of threat I didn't think about how it might be…concerning to hear. Look, I won't let anyone vivisect you. The GIW are incompetent idiots anyway. But if you get on their radar and they know your identity it'll be a problem - assuming you want to keep your current life and identity instead of changing your name and moving to Mexico or something. So: white suits, blood donations? Any yeses?"

"I-no."

"Great! Then let's walk through the Anti-Ecto Acts, starting with your new classification in the eyes of the government as a non-sentient being incapable of experiencing thoughts or feelings - or pain!"

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Anyway my tags got put in a different order on two other posts so sorry if they look wonky :\

#Danny’s human form does to Duke what it does to ghost equipment #ghost shield don’t work on human Danny #wonky vision stuff doesn’t see anything on human Danny #unless Duke like #cut him open and used microscope vision to see the ectoplasm mixed with his internal stuff #(hc ghost shields don’t work on human Danny bc his human form hides all of the ectoplasm under his human skin)#Ofc if Danny had become Phantom at any point in the minutes before his light-time vision would have clocked him #But he's been playing video games w/Tim for hours now #So he just looks normal #again dunno much about dcu so like #hc possibly just cannon: Jason generally reacts angrily &/or violently to any casual physical contact #but like his internal not-a-blob ghost won't register humans as friendlies so that doesn't help #it will register Danny as a friendly though #Jason just found a walking chill pill #Blob ghosts are very tactile with friendlies #Jason's not-a-blob ghost is about to be lol #Jason may not be a halfa but he's ghost enough for Danny to sense #(when he's close at least. Jason's ecto signature is smol)#But he's definitely ghost enough for the Anti-Ecto Acts to apply if the GIW find him #so #mentions of vivisection

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mareebrittenford · 8 months

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Hello there! Just stopping by with a writing question for you. What do you think has improved the most in your writing since you started?

I've gotten better at so many things of course!

But the one thing that feels most significant is my ability to write descriptions.

I always felt so annoyed by how teachers would tell me to write a description of the scene when I generally skimmed over them when I read because they were so boring.

Until a teacher challenged me to do it my way. To use all my senses and write a descriptive opening that felt interesting to me.

After thinking about it I realised that touch was the first sense I used in any new setting. (and why I felt so bored with visual description!) And I started leading with that in my writing. How does the air feel? Hot? Cold? The humidity? the smell of it? the texture of the air. What sort of clothes is the POV character wearing? Not how they look, how they feel. What chafes and binds, what feels good and comfortable.

So yeah, the most important thing I've learned how to do is tell a story where tactile senses lead the way.

#sensory writing #tactile writing #all five senses

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