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I’m going to be trying out a neopronoun, since I’m still trying to find which pronouns I want to use, and I want to see if I’m comfortable with neopronouns.

My pronouns (currently):

They/Them/Themselves

He/Him/Himself

Star/Stars/Starself

:o!!!! heck yeah jay whatever ur comfy with !!! :o)

requests open

hello there. been a while

i would love to get back to drawing ben10 stuff (gwevin, kevin, whatever else you have already seen from me). i don`t know what though

and so, feel free to send asks with ideas and i may draw them (SFW only)

hands you a silly kevin

I don't know whether this is a great idea or a horrible one...WELP GUESS ITS TIME TO FIND OUT BECAUSE IM BORED- :D

Ao'nung: Pays for the account

Tsireya: Guessed the password

Lo'ak: Guessed the password

Neteyam: The password

atwow charts because i think i’m funny part two

Albedo is just like "oh yeah these are my sisters Klee Sucrose and Mona and Mona's sister Fischl and my brother Kaeya and his brother Diluc and his sister Diona and Diluc and Kaeya's sister Jean and her sister Barbara and her sister Rosaria and her sibling Razor"

Watch "Ophelia W - Nocturne" on YouTube

i made this little melody, give a like if you like it, and comment if u don't. i wanna know why, come on roast me. thank u🫶🩵🪽

MY THOUGHTS ON BARBIE MOVIE (2023)

i like the new Barbie movie. it covered everything wrong with gender roles and society. there's also a feeling of acknowledgement and understanding on how bizarre was my puberty. when i don't feel "perfect" anymore. because puberty, and girlhood, all of that made me questioning everything about myself like "why do i feel this way?", "why am i so sensitive?". watching Barbie makes me feel acknowledge. i wasn't weird, i was just being Human. and there's nothing wrong with feelings and emotions that i thought was abnormal to feel.

and also not to offend anyone, but in my own personal opinion, there's also a touch of how God/the creator/universe (whoever/whatever you believe in) is perceived. at the end, Barbie ask Ruth the inventor of Barbie to determine her fate, her ending. because Barbie said, "but you're the creator....", it sounds like barbie completely depend on how Ruth the inventor gonna decides her ending. but then Ruth said, "i can't control you". To me, it kinda applies to how human always blame God/the creator on everything that's wrong with their life, how on the edge of confusion people came to God/the creator to fix their problems. well, it doesn't work that way. God/the creator doesn't fix our problems, or even control our behaviors and actions towards each other. they're here to give us a chance. to give us the upper hand on how we want our lives to turn out to be, and help us along the way to actually go through the journey.

there's a lot of things/issues to dicovered in Barbie.

But overall, it was amazing. It's all girly pop but also very depressing.

Peace out🫶🩷🩷

August 1st : Off to happy beginnings ✨

I’d like to use my free pass on the man who clearly saw I was on my break and still asked for me to serve him. When I told him I was on break and that there was already two people on the checkout, he called me lazy and fat and then asked to speak to my manager. Jokes on him, my manager doesn’t control my attitude when i’m not being paid to be nice xx

(( this is a psa. please be nice to people who work in customer service, we are all just one minor misunderstanding away from either crying or quitting ))

I've had been fortunate where this hasn't happened to me yet.

But seeing this happen to two of my mutuals is not chill!

Please be friendly to your authors! We are not robots or A.I generated machines. We take our time with requests because we genuinely want to give you guys something worthy to enjoy! Pushing and pushing your favorite fanfic authors isn't the way to do it!

DO NOT ABUSE THE ASK FEATURE. 🚫 The ask feature is to submit requests (if the author is open to writing some) or to share words of kindness! Using the ask feature to HARASS authors isn't the way to do it.

The more you harass authors, the more you enable them not to release any work!

So in the most polite way possible:

Be friendly to your authors. Learn to have patience.

—Sincerely, Dia 💋

PSA: my requests are closed atm. I have two left to write from the 1 year anniversary. But, I had someone send me a request anyway last night. I was actually going to do it, giving them the benefit of the doubt. But lo and behold, I'm scrolling and I see they submitted the EXACT SAME request to another author, in the same fandom nonetheless.🤦🏽‍♀️

Look, I understand if you really want an idea for a fic to happen, but I find it rude when people do this. It shows you don't actually value my writing, you just want me to spit out your idea like I'm a machine, and if I don't do it, then you'll just jump to another author and have them do it. THE ONLY EXCEPTION IS if I turn down a request, and then I'm aware of it and reach out to you and say hey I can't do it, but maybe one of the moots will, I wouldn't be offended if you asked another writer.

Just kind of inconsiderate to mass request the same thing to a bunch of writers like we're content machines. 🤦🏽‍♀️ Because what if I did go ahead and write it? Now that puts me in a weird spot with the other author who fulfilled the exact same request and the last thing I want is to look like I've stolen someone's idea. Anyway, please do NOT do this. 🚫

I'm shy, but I'm trying to work on boosting my confidence. I felt very pretty this morning, and I'm going to share my picture... please, be kind.

This thread makes me love poetry and writing even when I don't get it. Even when I feel like I can write a poem or think of a wonderful story and still question if it's considered a poem or a good idea. So I wonder if jotting down a quick blurb and rearranging it into a block and seeing if others want to mess with that block of text is worth it.

Also hi. I've never done this before but hopefully this'll make me repost more or start including my own writings... who knows?

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

Hi, this is my first time posting on Tumbler sharing my stories. If you would like to read one of them, please vote for which one you would like to read so I can know people actually care to read my stories and that I'm not posting them for no reason

Summaries for the stories

Lab files [hidden experiments]

An anthropologist named Alex enters the forgotten and overgrown labx37, coming across the forgotten hidden files of past experiments conducted on the unidentified and obscured races of hybrids; the first experiments of these races being the only files that haven't been corroded by time and mother nature retaking the building; so Alex takes the files, [66], [27], and [28] to explore the stories within.

Case#420 [Vigilantes unveiled]

The Noxian Syndicate; a vigilante group residing in the criminally ridden regions of Laccuna and Luminara; they run the streets led by the triplets; Sardonic Sentinel, Shades Muse, and Eye of the Wraith; they bring safety and what ever semblance of peace Laccuna and Luminara have ever known. Until the heroes from Solis come in crouching on their territory and bringing more harm than good; lead the triplets to begin an event that will be broadcast throughout Okeanós; the triplets using their positions as musical entertainers to their advantage and begin; Unveiled

Let me know which one you would like to read. I thank you for your contributions ~JR♤

On “Insecure Jikookers”…

Alright. I might lose followers for this and that’s very okay; curate your timeline and protect your peace babes. But for YEARS, every time the phrase “insecure jikooker” has come up on my feed my eyelid has done a little twitchy twitch 🤨🤨

And I have always ignored it, because I’ve never wanted to be out here policing ppl’s language and we are literally supposed to be having fun and celebrating love, like for me that’s the whole point, but —

I’ve been seeing the phrase popping up again surrounding the release of AYS and I just gotta say it.

You guys the term seems so culty 😬🥲

Like I think I get the origin (maybe)? It probably started when some of the early jikook bloggers (if you are one I salute you, I am not worthy, trust me this is NOT a dig at anyone, jikook bloggers are by and large cool and kind af 🙇‍♀️) would get these sketchy asks that were antis or cultists in disguise just casting aspersions on jikook’s bond or being blatantly homophobic and/or in general being rude little anonymous internet gremlins. Or maybe it was people who did want to believe that jikook was real but kept nagging and begging for reassurance at every turn, which I can totally see becoming annoying as hell and prompting people to start using the term.

But it feels like it’s used now as like a catchall for anyone who expresses any doubt or asks any critical questions? Even like… reasonable ones? And I used to see a lot of “hey believe what you want to believe but this is what I believe” but now it seems like the sentiment around jikooker communities has by and large become “if you don’t believe you’re an idiotic dumb person who has never known love — you’re either a rival shipper in disguise or WORSE (dun dun dunnnnn) an Insecure Jikooker — and we don’t want people like you around.”

And idk it just feels weird for a community that has always seemed to kind of pride itself on being the “rational, fact-based” ship… like we LOVE to be smug about how jikook don’t need edits to be obvious, don’t need slo-mo zooms with red circles and arrows because their chemistry and fondness and affection is just plain to see in basic footage. We’re the levelheaded ones 😌.

But doesn’t that mean that we should always be encouraging critical thinking, and if someone comes to a different conclusion than us, so be it? Like it or not, none of us have foolproof confirmation that jikook are anything more than very close friends. That’s literally all we know. The rest is our best guess based on vibes, anecdotes, dot-connecting, subtext and body language observation, experience, perception (!!This is a big one because confirmation bias is real!!), and suspicion. That’s literally it.

Look maybe I’m just projecting 😅 but when you criticize people for expressing reasonable doubt over something that is literally not confirmed, it’s just a little too religious fundamentalist for me! (This is why I was a bad Christian, because I always raised my hand and asked questions the Sunday school teacher didn’t like.)

Feel free to ignore me. I never want to come across as pushy or trying to stir up anything, it’s just a phrase that grinds my gears and I’m sort of hoping I’m not alone in that… but if I am, so be it! 🤣 would love to hear people’s thoughts because maybe I’m missing something.

(P.S. If you’re a troll who spams jikook blog inboxes this is not me defending you. You’re still annoying and you need a better hobby. Have you tried yoga? Snowboarding? Fly fishing? Filming food vlogs and/or painting? You should try cooking. You should stop being an anonymous internet troll stomping on everyone’s proverbial sandcastles and instead write a poem. K bye ✌️ )

*slides MCU 20$*. So what about a champions movie?

/tftsmp spoilers 12/02 (part 1 of ?)

Sooooooo... I watched last nights Tales From the SMP stream and I know people have already talked about this but I just wanted to throw my hat in the ring.

First of all, we finally got an answer on how Karl is a time traveller. When talking to DreamXD, DreamXD says "I made you a time traveller" so there we go clean-cut answer no need to make a theory about that. It's what he says not long after that has people talking:

DreamXD: "Look... The last... time traveller they......... forgot they were a time traveller"

This has pretty quickly led people to speculate that the last time traveller was Ranboo. And that led people to look at all the evidence and moments in Ranboo's lore where it didn't make sense or it felt like it led nowhere. But as much as it does make sense we have to look at what DreamXD said after that:

DreamXD: "And that's kind of a problem so.... I mean.... So... I got rid of him"

Now I will digress and say that we don't know what DreamXD meant by 'got rid of him' but considering how XD has been in the past it wouldn't surprise me if the last time traveller was offed by XD. For now, though let's just look at the evidence that might suggest Ranboo being the last time traveller.

The first bit of evidence I want to look at is the Red Banquet.

I won't claim I came up with this idea that credit goes to this person on twitter:

I never would have thought of this so thank you! (Also if you're the person in that tweet and want me to remove you that's okay just let me know)

For those who remember Ranboo could be seen running around in the ceiling during the Red Banquet just watching everything going on. As far as I'm aware we never got an in-universe explanation for this, we just assumed that he was just ender walking and being used by Dream to see what was going on around the SMP. But with the recent events of Tftsmp it has made people think that maybe Ranboo was there as the time traveller.

(If it was explained at some point please let me know, I'm one person and can't watch every second of every vod)

We've seen with Karl that you can't necessarily control when and where you go and I think it would be safe to assume that the same would apply to the last time traveller. It could be possible if Ranboo was the previous time traveller that the Ranboo we saw in the Red Banquet wasn't actually the current Ranboo and it was a past version of him back when he still had his memories of being a time traveller, and that's why he wouldn't intervene, why would a past version of Ranboo help people he might not have known?

(Please keep in mind that I am one person and I can't watch every-single VOD so please correct me if I'm wrong. I would to be educated and told about things I miss so I can do better.)

There will be a part 2 to this please give me time

Don't ask any questions about this, I just decided fuck it and this happened

I do like the little dragon though but I am open to criticism I do like to improve (just be kind please)

Imma just say this right now. If you interact with the sakasua hate night please leave I might digitally pinch you. Unless o can figure out where you live. I’m very sorry

I'm a sucker for angst, so I'mma go the mid-vivisection route

Compartmentalizing had always been an effective way of dealing with emotions, especially when he knew they were going to get in his way. He could deal with the shock and grief over his newly discovered child later. He had to save him first.

The trip from his office in the Upper East Side to Wayne Manor in Bristol had never taken so long before. There was no traffic, and he'd hit every green light, but the trip was agonizing for him. Every second he wasted was a seconded that his son could be hurt or worse.

He didn't want to think about worse. Not again. Not ever again.

Damian was in the Cave when he got there, narrowing down the location of the video the best he could. Danny had sat against a wall below an open window, a tiny crack to the outside world visible at the very top of the screen. It didn't give much, but it was enough. If all else failed, they'd have Barbra or Tim take a look at it.

Bruce was quick to suit up and get both the Batplane and the Batmobile ready to go incase either or both was needed. Once finished, he switched out so that Damian could go suit up and ready his bike.

Through the crack in the window, there was wide area - likely a yard - visible. There was no fence to mark the edge of the property, nor were there any houses, so the house must be on the outskirts of whatever town or city it's located. In the distance, there was a sign. Because it was so far away, even zooming in and enhancing the picture didn't reveal much. He did, however, get RK, ILLINOIS and a three digit population out of it, limiting their starting location significantly.

A list of town and city names ending in 'rk' within the state, led Bruce to thirty-one possible locations: Amity Park, Aroma Park, Beach Park, Bedford Park, Calumet Park, Cissna Park, Deer Park, Elmwood Park, Evergreen Park, Forest Park, Franklin Park, Hanover Park, Highland Park, Hopkins Park, Indian Head Park, La Grange Park, Loves Park, Machesney Park, Maple Park, Mark, Merrionette Park, Oak Park, Orland Park, Palos Park, Richton Park, Round Lake Park, Schiller Park, Stone Park, Tinley Park, Villa Park, Washington Park.

With the three digit population count, he managed to narrow the list down to Amity Park, Aroma Park, Bedford Park, Cissna Park, Hopkins Park, and Mark. Still too many to check in person.

Bruce's next - it should've been the first - step was to run a screenshot of Danny's face from his video through Facial Recognition with the specifics of those six places. By then, Damian had dressed and rejoined him at the Batcomputer. They waited impatiently for results to come in.

Daniel Fenton Feb. 12, 2000 Amity Park, Illinois Mother: Maddison Fenton Father: Jack Fenton Sister: Jasmine Fenton

Bruce and Damian were quick to put on their masks and get into the Batplane, leaving the Batcomputer on and their findings open.

While Bruce flew, Damian was tasked with watching for anything via traffic and other cameras to see if Danny had left the town. Halfway through the journey, it was discovered that he was kidnapped by people wearing white and driving a white van.

How cliché.

Damian followed the van's trail, relaying to Bruce whenever they crossed city limits. Eventually, they crossed the Northern State Border and into Wisconsin. He told his Father as such.

"Why are they leaving the state?" Bruce wondered aloud. "How are they leaving the state?"

"They have government identification." Damian answered, reviewing the footage in a separate window. He froze the frome, zooming in and enhancing the picture as best he could on the tablet. "G.I.W," he read. "I'm not familiar with the name."

Bruce hummed. "The Ghost Investigation Ward."

"The what?"

"They've been a pain the JLD's asses for the past year, but the Justice League hasn't been able to find solid evidence to get them shut down."

"Should I contact the League?"

"No. We'll figure that out after we get your brother."

Damian nodded and focused back on watching where the van went.

After a few moments of silence, Bruce asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

He let the question sit for a moment. "When an assassin is killed, they are struck from records. It is made as though they never existed. They are to be forgotten about. Danny was no exception."

Bruce hummed again. "Tell me about him?"

It was a soft request, a tone of voice Damian had never heard from his Father before. Who was he to deny him?

"Danny is older than me by a few minutes. He never used unnecessary violence. He preferred the quiet and became one of the main caretakers for the gardens. He never saw eye-to-eye with Grandfather or Mother, but he only committed small acts to defy them. Other than myself, he got along with ضربة الموت the best."

"'Deathstroke'?" That was a concerning surprise.

"Yes." A beat. "As you know, League Assassins don't use names. Mother is known as شيطان; Demon. I was الصدى; Echo. Danny was الروح; Spirit."

"Oh? Why those names?"

"'الصدى' is because I am the second born. 'الروح' is because Danny nearly did not survive his birth."

"What happened?"

"I do not know. Mother never told me. I ever asked."

"I see."

The white van disappeared just outside of Maddison, Wisconsin. THe footage was nearly a week old, but it was all they had to go off of. Forwarding the footage revealed that the van had not made a reappearance since it first arrived. The flight time from Gotham, New Jersey to Maddison, Wisconsin is two hours and eighteen minutes. Bruce got there in an hour.

They landed the Batplane several miles away from the town, using the bikes they had loaded before leaving to circle the city while looking for anything that could give them a lead as to where Dany had been taken.

There were two buildings outside of the city that Batman and Robin flagged. The first was a castle registered under the name Masters, the same man who is mayor of Amity Park. The other building was a weather-worn cottage and shed directly opposite the castle.

They chose to investigate the run-down cottage first.

Inside was nothing special. It was empty and dirty. However, there was no dust and no plants overtaking the wood. Clearly people were coming and going at a consistent rate. The garage was much the same with the addition of the white van they'd been tracking.

"In and out," Batman told Robin who nodded. "Getting Danny out is priority. Knock assailants unconscious."

"What about the JL investigation into these G.I.W people?"

"I will handle it if we have time. For now, we go undetected for as long as we can."

"Yes, Father."

The only closed door inside the cottage opened up to an elevator with no cameras inside. They blocked it off from inside before going to LL1, acting to corner everyone in anticipation of them trying to flee.

Every wall, door, floor, and ceiling was white. Windows into rooms were tinted white, too. There was no one on the floor. Every room they looked into had horrible security measures (read: none at all). All but one were obviously labs, the last one being a mix between a records room and an office.

LL2 was much the same. Everything was white. Instead of labs, though, the rooms all appeared to be unused cells, aside from one room that acted as an office/records room. There was a total of seven people on this level. No one had managed to call an alarm.

LL3 is where the unfortunate party began. There were only three white rooms on this floor, not including the hallway. Two large labs on either side fitted out with cloning equipment, and an office at the end that held records of everything that happened on that floor. There was nineteen people on this floor, eight in each of the labs and the last three in the office. Like the floors above, Batman and Robin knocked out every individual they came across. Unluckily, the man they assume was in charge of the floor managed to set an alarm, dying the silent white hall and rooms red with a blaring siren.

Batman and Robin rushed to the lift, catching it before it crushed the Batarang keeping it open, and taking it down to the final floor.

LL4 met them with prepared resistance. Twenty agents pointed white and green weapons at them, though there wasn't a single gun between any of them. They were repetitive to fight, but easy to take down with a few punches.

Unlike the other three floors, this one's hallway ran on either side of the elevator instead of directly in front of it. There was only one room on this floor. Two large, white-tinted windows looked into it on either side of a white steel door. Inside looked like an ER Center. A single surgical table was bolted to the ground in the center of the room. Against the left wall was a cage, against the right was a desk and two filing cabinets. There was a light directly above the table, a lamp on the desk, and two floor lamps point at the table. There were several carts and trays with a variety of surgical and torture instruments on them. What stood out at first was that the room was covered in toxic green and blood red splotches.

Danny lay on the table, surrounded by five doctors. His entire abdomen had been cut open with a Y shaped incision and his ribs were broken to bend up, allowing access to his organs. The equipment he'd been attached to said that he was still alive, his lungs inflating and his body reacting to the doctors' touches confirmed this. One of them had been rooting around in his body, seemingly unaware of the alarm outside of the room. The hands came out of the body holding the child's liver, putting it on an empty tray.

It was horrifying.

Batman and Robin were harsher with the people on this floor, several ending up with stab wounds before they were allowed the mercy of unconsciousness. The door was unlocked, making it easy for them to enter the room. The people inside were all unprepared to fight and all five of them went down easy.

Now faced with his child, split open on a table, Bruce felt himself freezing up. He knew he had to move, to get his sone somewhere safe so that he could heal, but he couldn't move. He'd seen so much in his time; so much horror, so much death; but he hadn't evr frozen up like this before.

No. That was a lie. He'd frozen up when Jason had been killed. He frozen up when Tim had been taken and poisoned by The Joker. He'd frozen up when Barbra had been hurt so irreparably. He'd frozen up when Stephanie had 'died'. He'd frozen up when Dick had been taken by the Court of Owls. He'd frozen up when Damian had died. He'd frozen up when Cass had taken the position as head of the LoA. But he'd frozen up after that had all happened to his children, after he'd done what he could to help them, after they'd all suffered. He didn't have time to freeze up right now, but he couldn't force himself to move.

It wasn't until Robin had folded Danny's skin closed, snapping his ribs into place and preparing to stitch him up, that Batman moved.

Danny had screamed when either of them touched him, forcing his right eye open. Recognition flashed in his visible eye. "Heal-" he forced, his voice no louder than a whisper and sounding like he'd swallowed gravel. "Liv-"

Batman took a guess as to what he was trying to say. "You'll heal, right?" A nod. "You want me to put your liver back inside of you?" Danny shook his head and Batman felt relief flood him. He was not ready to stuff organs inside of his child. He picked up a curved needle and thread, ready to stitch him up. He went as fast as he could, but it still took too long.

"I've contacted the Justice League about this place, Batman," Robin came back into the room. "They'll have agents here within the hour."

"Good." He tied off the last stitch, setting the needle to the side. "We're taking him back to Gotham."

"Should we not wait for the Justice League? They have far better doctors."

Danny flinched at the mention of medical personal, pain covering his face again as he closed his eyes.

"We'll tread him in the Cave."

Robin nodded. "I'll alert Agent A-"

Danny whimpered at the name.

"I'll alert Nightwing," he corrected.

Batman hadn't looked away from Danny once. Now, though, he spoke directly to him. "I'm going to pick you up and carry you. It's going to hurt, but I have to get you safe. Is that okay."

The response he got was a small, jerky nod. "Y-yes."

"Good," Batman carefully slipped his arms under Danny's legs and back. "I'm sorry I was late." he said as he lifted him.

Danny's mouth opened in a silent scream before he buried his face the best he could into Batman's shoulder. "Not late." He reached up to grasp the fabric of his cape. "Not late."

DPxDC prompt (demon twins au)

A video from your son, the email was titled. Bruce was confused. Which of his kids would send a video to his public work email??

Bruce clicked play.

On the screen was a boy who look a lot like Damian, but most certainly wasn’t him.

“This video is for the eyes of Bruce Wayne only.

Hi Dad. I’m Danny. You likely don’t know I exist, and if you’re receiving this, I’m already dead. Well, more dead than I already was. Maybe it’s cruel of me to send you a message post-mortem, but you deserve the truth, and telling you earlier would’ve put you in danger.

This email is set to automatically send if I haven’t opened my computer for 3 days. I sometimes set it longer if I’m on vacation or expecting trouble, but I’ve mostly likely been away from home for a bit over three days if you’re receiving this.

I don’t know who killed me. Obviously. I’m recording this in advance. But it was probably either the GIW or my adoptive parents, the Fentons. I half-died at 14 and became a local ghost superhero, but they never realized I was trying to help and kept talking about tearing ghost-me apart molecule by molecule, so I bet that’s what happened. There will be nothing left of me to bury. Sorry about that!

The rest of the story is this. I was raised in an assassin cult, eventually escaping at the age of 6 when they sent me on mission and I successfully faked my death.

My biggest regret is that I escaped alone. And that’s the reason I’m reaching out to you.

You’re a civilian. If you know too much about the League of Assassins you’ll be in danger. But I need you to save my twin Damian. He’s likely still there after all these years. He never wanted to escape; he took pride in being the heir to the league. He’s probably going to be stabby; he’s an assassin after all. But it’s not his fault. Ra’s - our grandfather - brainwashed him a lot more than he brainwashed me because Damian was more susceptible to it. It’s not his fault. Please. Save him. I’m begging you. My biggest regret is leaving Damian in the league. You have a chance to save him. Please, please do it.

I wish it would’ve been safe for me to get to know you. You seem like a cool dad, from what I’ve seen of you on the news with your oldest kids. I bet you’re like that with the youngest you hide from the public too. I wish you all the best. Thank you for listening.

Your long lost almost certainly dead by now son, Danny Fenton.”

Bruce took a second to process this, then picked up his phone and dialed his youngest’s number.

“Father.”

“Damian, did you have a twin named Danny?”

“…Who told you?”

Bruce hung up and sent Damian the video. He needed a minute to process this anyway.

Damian called back a few minutes later, after watching the video.

“Father. I do not care what state he is in. We must discover exactly what happened to Danny. Even if there is only a single molecule left. We must discover the truth.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Damian.”

Dealer’s choice on whether Danny is alive. The few ideas I have for this are:

- they find him mid-vivisection and rescue him

- they find what’s left of him post-vivisection and post his core being crushed

- he’s perfectly fine and just forgot to open his computer (maybe clockwork made sure he forgot?) and now he’s panicking about the fact that his family knows about him and could be in danger. He wanted them to know he existed, not make themselves a walking target for the league by finding him and trying to bring him home!

- Jazz found the automatic email and, deciding to meddle in her brother’s life and him back to his family and maybe get a good parent for herself as a bonus, sent it early

- Technus decided to start shit and sent it while haunting Danny’s computer

- Clockwork screwed with time to make sure it got sent

Lmk what yall do with this!

☀️Intro☀️

Hi! I’m Will Solace. I’m a fictive introject in a dissociative system.

Welcome to my tiny corner of the void of the Internet!

(Yes, I’m aware I’m not the actual character! I am simply based off of him, to fulfill specific roles our system needs. My username is ironic. I am quite close to source though.)

Super open to making same source mutuals ^_^

System blog: @the-masked-bandits-system

My pronouns are he/they, though I prefer he. I’m a protector, healer, and caretaker in addition to being an introject.