xB & Keralis hanging out on xB's stream moments 5/16/24
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xB: (giggling)
Keralis: Heyyyyy! Look who's here!
xB: hi! (overlapping)
Keralis: Hi, how have you been?
xB: Hello. I've been alright, how's your--
Keralis: I haven't seen you in ages--
xB: I know, you've been gone for like a year.
Keralis: Yeah, yeah.
xB: Yeah.
Keralis: Every single year, I'm gone.
xB: I know!
Keralis: This year was terrible, this year was terrible. But I'm back, I'm back!
xB: Good! Did you want to come see what I'm working on?
Keralis: (interrupting) Hi! You're pretty. Yeah yeah yeah, lead the way.
xB: You're--I mean, you're not so bad, yourself. You know what I'm saying?
Keralis: Oh, have you seen, I've--
xB: (interrupting) Hello.
Keralis: --I've got a trim job, look at this--
xB: Oh! Look at you. Oh, wait, wait, are we matchy-matchy?
Keralis: No, you're blue, I'm yellow.
xB: Well, right, but the same, same--yeahhhh, look at us.
Keralis: eyyyyy--
xB: We are handsome AF.
Keralis: Well, my eyes are more handsome than yours--
xB: Ehh--
Keralis: Let me, let me just get undressed for success--
xB: my--mine costs diamonds to put on. Yours is just gold.
Keralis: (sighs) I mean--
xB: Uh huh--
Keralis: --diamonds are kinda just so yesterday, I would say, so yeah. So yesterday.
xB: Well, gold is just so, like, 2010.
Keralis: (four seconds of silence) I don't want to see your thing anymore.
xB: (giggles)
Keralis: (laughs) Lead--lead the way, lead the way.
xB: Okay.
Keralis: I missed the message, okay? I've missed the message--is this your? Thingy?
xB: Yeah!
Keralis: "xB's base--" Have you moved away from me?
xB: Uh, a little bit, yeah.
Keralis: Dudeeeee--
xB: I-I-I'm not done, like, at spawn, but--
Keralis: I'm gone for three weeks and this happens? Oh my goodness.
xB: Why do you think I left? Because I no longer had a neighbor.
Keralis: You do have neighbors, who's Beef, then? You've got Beef, you've got Falsie--oh, goodness, you've got plenty of netherite--
xB: No, he built a--he built a moat. Didn't you see? Beef built a moat, so I couldn't get to him.
Keralis: That was Falsie, I guess, right? (overlapping) But did he hire False--
xB: Right, but he hired her--(overlapping) so he might as well have built it--
Keralis: (laughs) that's rude--
xB: (laughing) Dang guy.
Keralis: Oh, that's so rude.
xB: mhm. Oh, I borrowed your fishing pole for a little bit, too. And then I put it back.
Keralis: You did what with my pole?
xB: I--touched it.
Keralis: You touched my tra-la-la?
xB: Mhm. (snickering)
Keralis: My ding-ding-dong?
xB: (giggling) Not that, no. (more giggling)
Keralis: Oh.
Keralis: I don't want to be the party pooper, but I got dinner in just a few minutes, which I need to attend to. Otherwise my wife is gonna--
xB: Yeah, I've gotta--
Keralis: --be super upset.
xB: Yeah, I've got a base to finish, so. Or, water to finish? Getting out? I guess?
Keralis: Your base is over here. I can't believe you've moved away from me.
xB: That is my starter base.
Keralis: That is not your starter base. That is your forever home, and now you're gone.
xB: Starter--no, no no no no no. I never said it was my--I said from the beginning, "this is my starter base."
Keralis: I see your horse. What is up on the-the second floor? What's that?
xB: That's my bed.
Keralis: Your bed?
xB: Mhm.
Keralis: You got a bed?
xB: Yeah! I took one of the beds out of it, but, yeah.
Keralis: Awwww, there we go. That is my side, and that is your side.
i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.
i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.
anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.
big fan of the trope that is separate hero teams working with their respective bats but not knowing that they're Bats- and once they find out they go "Batman has KIDS?!?" but once it's known it becomes SO BLARINGLY OBVIOUS. the "how did we not notice before" kind of obvious.
Dick's glare (once you've done something to deserve it) definitely rivals Batman's. Jason's confident and sly smirks whenever he solves something can be seen on the Bat every time he's working. Tim's 'displeased and thinking' face is all Batman. Not to mention all of them lurk in the shadows and appear out of nowhere 90% of the time and are all crazy smart. Of course, if you told any of them that they were acting like Batman they'd throw up on the spot.
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(edited to add: by ‘gen fic’ this post is NOT referring to rating. it is referring to fic that is not about and does not prominently feature romance, regardless of rating.)
People are acting so weird and possessive of Markiplier for the whole OnlyFans situation. He's an adult. He's an adult who's been a celebrity for years. He knows people thirst on him. That's why he had this idea in the first place. He's not some naive kid you must protect. He's not some innocent soul that the evil sluts of Tumblr and Twitter will corrupt. He knows the Internet, he knows his fans and he knows his job.
If you asked Danny, 12 year old half-ghost hero of Amity Park, how half-life was going, he'd tell you things were mixed.
On the one hand, he had just spent the last three or four months in family/scientist/'this house is a death trap waiting to happen' therapy with Jazz, and by some miracle, it worked. He wasn't sure if this was some kind of dream as his parents poured over years upon years of research, crossing out lines, rewriting equations, and reevaulating everything they thought they knew about ghosts.
Was the shudders family therapy worth not going over how they'd like to dissect him? he's still not sure. The horror.
Not to mention the attention. Danny was sure he was going to throw up if his parents drag him away for more bonding time, only for a ghost to attack and for him to run off to transform. What made it worse was when the Fentons came barrelling out, guns blazing, alternating between getting mad that he'd interrupted their family time, and asking him questions about "Your suspicious spook culture, if you even have one you dangerous delusional delinquent!"
At least they were trying, but Danny was very much comfortable not spilling the beans on the whole half-ghost situation, thank you very much.
And that's why, when Dad proposed to take him to Gotham to show off their latest invention, he jumped at the chance. The home city of the Batman, one of the greatest heroes known to man (except for Martian Manhunter and Superman of course) and Dad promised to take him to Gotham Observatory too. Not to mention how much he wanted to get away from Jazz's smug looks of superiority. Gotham here he comes!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Damian Wayne scowled as he scanned the crowed of scientists with more smarts than sense. Really, a flying toilet seat. For what deviant?
"Maybe they're for people who can fly." Kent piped up beside him. Father had let the two of them run off together, and his company was mildly more appealing than being alone with his thoughts.
"Why would Superman ever need to relieve himself mid-air. I do not believe you would appreciate your father's rear end being on display for all the world to see."
"True." Jon hummed. His voice lowered to a whisper. "You think indecent exposure is what your dad meant by "scoping out any potential future villains?"
Damian gave Jon a flat look. The sooner this convention ended, the better.
The crowded shifted, and the mass of visitors pushed toward a certain corner, where a man large enough to rival Superman's build stood upon a podium, with a boy their age off to the side.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you the latest in FentonWorks' innovations, the Fenton Ghost Zone Radar, soon to revolutionise the study of ghosts!"
"I thought ghosts were a magic thing." Jon said. "You know, stuff Constantine and JLD deal with."
"They are."
"Mixing magic and science is like, like, oil and water. No way this guy's serious, is he?"
"His name is Jack Fenton. That's Daniel Fenton, his son." Damian pointed to the boy in question, looking like he'd seen this scene a hundred times before, but with that knowing glint that promised something deeper. "They're normally spotted alongside Jack's wife, Madeline. Widely regarded as quacks by the larger scientific community for chasing paper-thin theories about ghosts, they've nonetheless gained funding from the government. This is the first time they've left their base of operations in Amity Park for years."
"Woah, you know your stuff, Dami!"
Damian glared at the young Superboy in disguise. "I read the briefing files. Didn't you?"
Kent looked uncomfortable and looked away. "Uhh, maybe?"
"Typical."
"Well, if he's so crazy, then why'd your dad even let him in." Upon another scathing glare, Kent relented. "Oh right, the whole supervillain thing."
"Enough chatter. We'll zero in on the younger Fenton. I intend to squeeze him like a grape, and make Father proud."
"Dami maybe you should be a little nicer-" Only for Damian to march off without him.
Honestly, inane niceties were above someone of his status. Those things were Superboy's job, and if Daniel Fenton wouldn't crack, then Damian was itching to try a new torture technique.