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clockwayswrites · 3 days
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Not 'Not So Imaginary' getting a sequel fic(let) for @deadonmayn week...
Have a little start, even though I've been trying not to share my domayn week work, because dramatic theater kid Jason is dramatic.
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“I never thought I’d see you again!” Jason lamented, dramatically, as he flung himself at Danny.
Danny caught Jason dutifully, having expected such dramatics (though they had to be braced a little by Diana not to fall over from Jason’s exuberance). Hiding a smile against Jason’s hair, they patted Jason lightly on the back. “There there.”
“Don’t there there me!” Jason said and pulled back enough for Danny to get the full force of his pout. Danny was very sure that Jason thought that since even Bruce mostly folded to that pout, Danny had no chance, but Danny had been living with Diana and her pout was truly lethal. Still, Jason continued valiantly with his rant. “It’s been over three weeks! Do you know how long three weeks is! That’s twenty-one days! It’s been twenty-three, that is so long—”
Jason’s words cut off with a muffled little ‘murf’ as Danny leaned in and pressed their lips together. It was still just as effective as it had been twenty-three days ago as it stunned Jason long enough for Danny to flip the cover of their SGD up so that they could use it. While Danny spoke much more these days than before, it was still a challenge to find the right words at the right time. Their device was easier and they clung to it gratefully.
“We talked everyday,” Danny said. The mechanical voice had been tweaked some over the last few weeks to something Danny was happier with. They didn’t think it was too different, but it gave Jason almost as much pause as the kiss had.
“What?” Jason shook his head, dark curls flying. “No we didn’t, we texted every day, that’s not the same!”
Danny glanced down at their SGD and back up again with a pointedly brow raised.
“I’m not being abelist! That’s still us talking! I mean texting isn’t us talking in person, I mean— stop making me feel like a bad host. Alfie, tell Danny I’m not a bad host!”
“Well, Master Jason, you have left our guests standing on the porch for several minutes now,” the balding, mustachioed man standing primly in the doorway said.
Danny guessed he had to be ‘Alfie’.
Jason threw his head back with a dramatic ‘ugh’ stomped inside, and then held the door open with a little bow. “Madam Diana. Ma— Mis— What’s the proper title for a they, Alfred?”
Alfred blinked, once. “I suppose that depends on your friends preference. Would you prefer Master, Miss, or Mx?”
Danny’s nose scrunched up as they thought.
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thestuffedalligator · 5 months
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So usually when an imaginary friend is a real thing in a story, it’s either a demon or a ghost or some supernatural boogeyman that probably wants to eat the kid they’ve befriended (Mama, a couple of the Paranormal Activity movies), or “imaginary friends” are just treated as a real thing in the setting, and if a child just thinks hard enough they can manifest a friend into existence (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, Happy).
And somewhere in the middle is an area where the imaginary friend in question is real and they are supernatural, but they aren’t malevolent, and they aren’t entirely honest about what they are. Like maybe they’re a fairy or a god or some kind of boggle from mythology, but they just got caught by a six year old and they don’t have time to get into it, so they just go “…Yes. I’m your imaginary friend. We haven’t met. How do you do.” And then they stick around because they do love this kid, and if you’re a boggle from mythology in the modern day good food is really hard to come by.
And at some level. That’s what I think Hobbes is.
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arowrath · 9 months
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looks at the ethics board with my big wide autistic eyes and they say fineee you can do human experiments and i say YAYYY :3 !!!!!!!
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sparkle-fiend · 25 days
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They deserved a happy ending
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r0semultiverse · 6 months
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The code at the end of the credits in the FNAF movie spells "COME FIND ME" btw for those without captions.
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locusfandomtime · 8 months
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The maths fandom is wild. “Real” and “imaginary” numbers? I think you mean canon and non-canon. You guys seriously go “this is my number oc his name is i and he is the square root of -1” when in numbers canon lore it’s actually impossible to square root a negative but sure whatever. “Complex numbers”? I think you mean a character x oc ship. “f(x) = 3x - 5”? That is self-insert fanfiction.
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onhoude · 1 month
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Hua Cheng, lying to villagers to get them off his back: "I'm not interested in meeting anyone. I am already married to someone I love dearly back home."
Xie "somehow that made him feel bad" Lian: "San Lang, by any chance, please don't mind me if I'm overstepping, but was that true? Not that I doubt it, someone as accomplished, capable and elegant as you is bound to be loved by many extraordinary people. I was just curious, do you truly have someone like that back in Ghost City? Are you devoted to someone already? Do you have someone you wish to smile so kindly to? Someone who lights up your life? There truly is someone who treats you how you deserve? Just imagining there is someone so impressive to captivate someone like you, San Lang, wow, what a thought, ha ha."
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dandelion-de-deus · 5 months
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Now I get it. Anne Shirley was right; sometimes pretending you’re an exiled princess fallen from her state or a wealthy criminal who’s decided to take a minimum wage job to evade detection IS the only way to get through the work day
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milesmolasses · 9 months
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guess who’s birthday it issss…
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have u guessed yet?
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nelkcats · 11 months
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Imaginary Friend
Jason Todd had an imaginary friend. Or at least that was his theory, because the other option was not acceptable. His imaginary friend appeared right during the moment of the explosion (in the same place where the fucking Joker had stood) so Jason wondered if what created it was the trauma, maybe his head wished he saw a friendly face before dying.
However that didn't explain why his friend appeared after his resurrection. Jason wondered again if he was going crazy. The day he came out of his grave, with a dizzy head and blurred memories, his friend manifested. The weird thing was that his friend aged (just like him) and his shiny white hair had a floating crown.
Maybe Jason wanted to be friends with royals, who knows. His friend (Danny, because apparently he can talk), showed him where to walk (he seemed to be avoiding something?), unfortunately he didn't listen to Danny, and he ran into Talia. His friend frowned at him in obvious disgust, but how was he supposed to know?
That was how Jason confirmed that Danny was product of his imagination, because Talia couldn't see him. But Danny was strangely helpful, he knew a lot about combat and helped him in the League, when he asked him about it he said that he wanted him to get out of there as soon as possible.
Years later, when he had already left the League and established himself as Red Hood, his friend was still by his side. And Jason was strangely grateful that he'd never left—Danny had helped him so much— his friend had grown up with him. So, the day Dick asked him who he was talking to (Danny, of course), he dodged the question.
In his apartment, he looked at Danny (patient, always attentive) and asked "Are you really imaginary?" Danny smiled sadly, but didn't answer. Jason wondered if it was possible to fall in love with a product from his head.
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clockwayswrites · 5 months
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Not So Imaginary
Parts 1-3 cw: Ethiopia, nightmares, medical care, non-graphic torture
Bruce had a file on Jason’s “imaginary” friend already, of course he did, but now it was being handled in a different light. Now it was being handled as facts. There was a theory, that Jason didn’t want to think too hard about, that Shelia had been able to see the Jason’s friend because they shared the same DNA.
(She wasn’t his mother, no matter the DNA.)
When Jason was well enough to sit and talk, they went through the file, occurrence by occurrence. When the file ran out— when Jason had stopped telling them about his friend— Jason had a lot more talking to do. The problem was, the more he was awake to talk, the more he worried about the fact that he hadn’t seen his friend.
He picked at the worry like a scab, constantly fussing over it out of worry. It didn’t go unnoticed.
“Maybe they’re not around because we’re around you more,” Dick said, prattling on like he did. “Or they used up a lot of energy! They did go all the way to Ethiopia. They could even still be traveling back.”
They were all good enough reasons, Jason supposed, but Jason wasn’t convinced so despite Dick’s effort, Jason stayed worried. Then he grew despondent. Then the nightmares changed.
Jason’s dreams had been uneasy since Ethiopia. His therapist said that was to be expected.
Some nights they were horrifying.
This was a different sort of horrifying.
This wasn’t his nightmares of being beat, endlessly, by that crowbar. Of Joker’s laughter. Of Shelia’s cold stare. The place he dreamed of wasn’t a warehouse but a facility. The cold eyes were hidden behind face shields. The pain was sharp and cutting.
Jason woke up screaming and knowing that the dream wasn’t his.
“They’re being tortured,” Jason mumbled into Bruce’s side after the tremors had faded and they all had calmed. They were piled in Bruce’s massive bed. Bruce still had his fingers against Jason’s pulse, Dick was gripping Jason’s ankle, and Jason didn’t even fight the nasal canal of oxygen.
“Little Wing?”
“It’s why they’re not here. I saw it in my dream. I know…” Jason had to close his eyes and focus on breathing for a little bit before he could continue. “I know how it sounds, but that wasn’t my dream. It was theirs. I know it was. They can… they always know when I’m in danger, is it crazy to think it works both ways?”
Bruce did that sigh of his, the one he did when he had too much in his head and needed to set it aside. “No, Jaylad, it’s not crazy. If you’re up for it chum, we’ll go to the Watchtower today and have J’onn see if he can sense any sort of telepathic connection.”
“And if he does? If they’re being hurt?”
“Then we’ll save them.”
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AN: This story has turned very mean lol sorry. But! Danny soon? Still a very little bit, writing is a struggle atm with this week long migraine, but! It's something. Stay delightful, darlings.
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qwakque · 5 months
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♪ POP MUSIC CLUB ♪
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YAAAAAAAY
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mariana-oconnor · 7 months
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OK okokok... gonna put this 'I just woke up' thought out there because this is tumblr and what else is it for? Someone has probably already said this and I haven't seen it, but whatever. I will throw it out anyway.
SO... Gale. We've all seen the posts where people quote the Gale lines about being naturally gifted with magic as a baby, a prodigy etc. and then point out that this is sorcerer behaviour.
BUT, what if... you're all right and it is sorcerer behaviour. BUT the orb feeds on weave/magic right? And sorcerers are born with innate magic... so what if he was born a sorcerer, then trained as a wizard, but the orb consumed his sorcerous magic. And that's why he's not as powerful as he once was, because, unbeknownst to him, all this time, he's been using that natural sorcerous connection to make accessing the weave easier. And now that's gone. Eaten up. Destroyed forever by the Netherese void.
And that's part of what's causing him pain. Because an instrinsic part of himself has been taken away. And he feels it like a phantom limb. Maybe he thinks it was actually connected to his relationship with Mystra, rather than a part of him, and that adds to his sense of loss from that relationship.
What if the first magic item Gale fed to the orb was himself and he doesn't even realise it?
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cherboxishere · 7 months
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#TRITOBER day 8: Angel
Listen ok it’s tragic so I’m depicting it tragic
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bluebellowl · 6 months
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Happy late Halloween!
I had no energy making this during spooky time but once christmas time hit.
Qite literally after midnight on the 31th, after taking a nap i suddenly got inspired.
Go figure.
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I just wanted to see the twins with spooky jack’o lantern heads and cool coats inviting you into their ghost train.
They greet you like you reserved a first class seat, like of course you would come! You booked a ticket, didn‘t you?
You did??
And you just go along with it since they insist. The forest is so dark and dangerous at night, you must come inside!
The inside of the train is cozy and colourful and crazy beyond words.
Against all expectations you actually get home safe and sound and right on time as promised
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sharptoothed-gaze · 2 months
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Tubbo is the KING of /zero/ follow up questions.
Daughter has mentioned a new secret friend multiple times? Cool. Alright. No need to elaborate small child. Continue on.
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