Distant family
Danny didn't quite know how to feel when his mother asked him if he wanted to go visit his aunt for a few days. He assumed it was his Aunt Alicia but apparently not, which didn't leave him with much of a choice as to who it might be. He wondered if it was safe to leave Amity for so long.
Later, his mother rectified herself by saying she was more of a distant aunt of sorts, which didn't help the halfa's confusion in the least but he ended up agreeing to it. Mainly because Jazz asked him to take a vacation.
That's how he found out his aunt was Wonder Woman, because sure, why not, Aunt Diana seemed to be just as curious about his existence but didn't tie him up in her shiny golden bow so Danny considered it a win.
Apparently his grandmother was an Amazon that left Themyscira after falling in love. His mom had met Diana when she was separated from her homeland as a sort of united group of exiled Amazons.
Danny wondered what that meant for Jazz's future, at least he had a story to tell Pandora, she would be proud of his origins...probably.
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hi, im very sorry to ebeg again but im at my wits ends again. we don't have money for rent. i had to leave my previous job because they were paying almost nothing and cutting my hours like crazy, leaving me temporarily unemployed and relaying on my savings. I've got a new job but im not getting paid until next month. i've already sold my valuables. i also need to rush back home this weekend because my grandma is in a dire situation and I need to be there before she passes. i didn't want to have to ask for help again but it really feels hopeless. im asking the landlord if we can pay later this month but so far i didn't get an answer and i dont know what to do.
my p*pal is @/farthog and i also have blik if you're polish. anything helps because dollar/euro is worth much more than pln. if there's anything I could do, draw or write you something, help you with homework, etc. just let me know. thank you everyone 😞
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while i'm ranting, might as well give another one - thinking about the heteromorph mini arc and discussing it when a friend and just realized:
while the other villains get to have adorable kiddie imagery and a hero bestie to be beside them to hold their hand and imply that in a better world, they would've been saved as children,
heteromorphs get none of that. apparently they just have to live as discriminated children and grow up like that, and just endure and hope in themselves and focus on the good memories.
Shoji talked about themselves (heteromorphs) being bright and shining, and how that will be used to change bigots so they become ashamed. A Hero said "sorry for not realizing earlier ¯\_(ツ)_/¯" and that's it. no hero to save them, especially not when they're children. they have to do it themselves.
This might be pushing it, but like. the story also never even suggests the idea that Shoji should've been saved. Not even 'I was hurt and a hero should've saved me, and now I will be the hero that my child self needed'. But rather his heroic goal is being a cool hero to change the image of heteromorphs. Like it's their fault.
Between how Shoji saved the girl, and how the heteromorph mob guy Imagine Spots the heteromorph doctor tending to a non-heteromorph patient, it seems to suggest that heteromorphs should... work harder to save non-heteromorphs? to be accepted?
Shoji saved himself and that's the model to aspire for. Heroes just don't really figure into this societal wide discrimination attitude? and that's that.
***okay well. the villain kids don't get fully saved either, exactly, they just get a friend who can help them endure, who can get them through the hardships without snapping and making trouble for other people. But they get a friend. heteromorphs have to do it alone.
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TW: Pet play, probable OCD for Michael
Sort of a continuation of this post. It can be read as a stand-alone.
“Y-You’re the best kitten” You pant, mind fogged by bliss.
Michael moans in your sex, if he could the kitty ears (a while ago standing perfectly onto that cute, messed up head) would have moved along, standing straight like his tail that is now following the movements of his hip grinding into the air.
“Michael, keep going-“ an awful loud moan comes out, only spurring Michael to go faster, to plug his tongue even deeper, tasting the essence covering your warm walls.
You can hear him rustling with his boxers, pulling them off probably, the wet sound unmistakable. You look under you and see the pink engorged tip of his cock, precum already spilling out; you bet it would taste delicious.
Too bad you can’t think about it more because Michael intensifies his ministrations, the vibrations of his broken moans send a delicious shiver up your spine and you can’t do anything but arch your back and grind into his face. He keeps switching between sucking your clit and slipping his tongue in, drinking your essence like the finest beverage, never stopping, if nothing he gets more aroused by your breathy moans, by the thighs you are trying to keep open with every ounce of self-control you have, but that inevitably close around his head, their plushness making his blood flow even faster to his groin.
How much you would like to caress his head “keep going kitty” you would say, spurring him on, maybe if you pull the leash he would listen to you…
Then you look at each other, blue irises almost covered by his blown pupils, Michael stops and you whine; why all of sudden all this intimacy?
That’s when Michael surprises you, he touches you. The same Micheal that couldn’t go two minutes without washing his hands after caressing you, the same Michael that gagged every time he just thought to put a finger in you, that same Michael is touching, or better seizing your thighs.
A new wave of pleasure runs through your skin, because fuck, you never saw Michael so desperate and even bigger fuck, he never touched you this way.
You feel his hands running towards your hips, man-handling you into what you assumed it is an angle he prefers, and as fast they go to your chest, squeezing and pinching your nipples hard and fast, uncoordinated in his movements like he wanted to do everything he missed in all this time.
“S-slow down kitty, your owner is delicate you know?” A half-hearted laugh comes out and you finally, finally pet his head.
Meanwhile, Michael looks at you like an angry kitten, furrowed eyebrows-
“Ouch! Nasty kitty!” The strong pinch on your nipple was anything but pleasant, you could even feel a cheshire grin on his face; the impulse to choke him between your thighs was strong, but you have the doubt he might enjoy it so you let the idea go.
This little breather doesn’t last long, Michael pulls you towards him (like there was some space between you two at this point) his mouth leaving your sex, cold hair hitting your core making you whine once again.
“Let me finger you, master”
…
How could Michael say that with such a serious face!? You felt like combusting, you don’t know if embarrassment or horniness, because let’s admit it, your big boy Michael acting like your pet made your brain rot since you started all of this.
“Yes, please Michael”
“Not Michael”
“Damn you, nasty kitty, get to work and get your owner off! Better?” Your arm covering your face, no way you’ll let him see-
Too late, he already pulled it away, looking at you with a predatory grin.
“Yes, way better”
Who could have guessed that the guy that was so disgusted by touching you would have turned like this thanks to a pair of fluffy ears and a tail; damn it if only you found out about this sooner.
Michael doesn’t waste a second plunging his slender fingers in and out your sopping hole, the intrusion comfortable thanks to his previous ministrations and God, Michael is making you see fucking stars.
Broken moans flow from your mouth, broken by the intrusion of Michael’s tongue, devouring every single sound you make, nullifying them with his own.
You try in the crazy frenzy of the situation to help him out, you reach out, but he pushes your hand away, too far, his eyes tell you.
A sigh escape, but you can’t complain much with his finger bringing you to such ecstasy.
Orgasm soon takes you both, your lips still slotted together, hard breaths coming out from your noses. You reach for a tissue; after such an intense session this is the minimum you can do, already scared of Michael running to the bathroom scratching his hand clean 'til blood comes out.
He gladly accepts it, kissing your cheek as a sign of gratitude.
You know that later you’ll have to talk about this, for now, you just cuddle in each other arms, unusual soft kisses exchanged.
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i love you winterqueers
i love you people who realize that being white is a thing to be proud of
i love you people who realize that it's becoming increasingly acceptable to be openly hateful towards white people
i love you people who refuse to feel shame or guilt over actions you never took
you don't have to add a "i'm not racist" disclaimer to your existence
you don't have to feel guilty to understand horrific a lot of history is
you don't have to hold yourself accountable for the actions of people centuries ago
you aren't a bad person for liking being white. you aren't a bad person for loving the fact you're white.
being proud of who you are and thinking everyone should want to be like you are not the same thing.
being proud of who you are and thinking anyone who isn't like you is worth less than you are not the same thing.
being proud to be white and being racist are not the same thing.
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