#use the slep

[radiance1]

Alfred Pennyworth has in fact, perhaps, in the slightest of chances.

Picked up his Master's habit of collecting children as if they were on sale.

He was spending his time on one of those rare vacations he decided to take, it was nice, to relax with only the vague overhanging worry of something going wrong back at the manor that he's gotten very good at ignoring.

Only to come across a child bleeding out in an alley, heavily injured.

He would not be able to live with himself if he didn't at least try to help them however he could.

Such is how he acquired a child he later found to be a meta who whished to learn the ways of a butler.

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Danny had escaped from a GIW compound, after having been handed over by his family a while after his reveal. He felt, completely and utterly betrayed, when it happened. His parents, while hurt, he was at least capable of actually seeing them do it, but never would he have thought Jazz would do so as well.

They did it so happily, that he wondered if letting him go really was the greatest thing to happen to this family.

He chained, muzzled, all the ways to bind him they pulled all the stops too, knowing how dangerous he was. He wouldn't have even done anything then, too stunned by his families apart willingness at handing him over to the government.

He hated them.

He hated them so much.

The GIW facility was a terrible, cold, unfeeling place. One where they drilled thoughts into his head again and again until he found himself unconsciously repeating them when his head felt empty, one where his body gained a new mark day by day and pushed through tests, he had no clue of even hoping to comprehend what they would gain out of it.

It was a cold, unfeeling place. Placed in a cell of white and nothing else, with low walls and chains binding his body in place until the time came for another experiment.

It was a room he grew used to. One he even held some kind of strange, twisted affection for.

It was a room that held a tiny piece of safety, of rest. It was a room that taught him to hate.

A deep, powerful, disgusting, twisting hatred that crawled from the depths of his cells, corrupting his blood and carving itself deep into his bones. Forcing it's out of his pores until it practically oozed from his flesh.

It drowned his mind, tainting each and every thought, every memory, every dream, every waking moment until he could feel nothing but hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehate.

When he was taken out of that he could feel nothing, with the drugs swimming their way through his blood that snapped the thin string keeping him between a person and an emotionless puppet.

He thinks that's what the GIW thinks he is.

And when he was placed back in that room, he could only hate.

It was a cycle. Stuck between feeling either nothing or hatred.

He hated feeling nothing, it made him feel like he wasn't real. Like it snapped the thread that held him between what a real person was and a dream.

So, he allowed himself to drown deep into his hatred. Until the white walls of his far to small room seemed to fade, until whatever sound he could have heard became nothing but dull noise.

Until the passage of time seemed to become just a blink.

He didn't know what day it was, when he saw it. Saw them. He didn't know the time, the date, the day, the hours. He knew nothing.

But he could recognize his family. Recognize one of the objects of his intense hatred that he forced his thoughts too. The people who willingly gave him up just like that and one of the causes for his current life.

He didn't know why they showed him them, he felt it some sick, utterly cruel joke. A joke he didn't know the punchline for, a joke the universe sent his way to make his life all the more miserable.

There were multiple of them. Multiple clones of his family. Som within test tubes, some being pulled out from the tubes, some walking around in lab coats. A waste of talent, they called it in his dad's case, a waste of intelligence in his mother's, and a waste of intellect in his sister's case.

His original family was already dead, he was told. Replaced by clones, clones that took over the legal decision to change his guardianship. Clones walking around twisting and desecrating his family.

'At least it was painless.' One of the clones said, talking with his mother's face. 'Far more than they deserved for having keeping a thing like him' spoken by his father's imposter.

The drugs pumping through his system to keep him calm, to keep him feeling nothing was suddenly pierced through by an intense feeling of horror, hate and self-loathing.

He should've known it wasn't his family. He should've done more! More to protect them! To keep them safe! The could've still been alive if he just knew.

In that moment, watching imposters speaking, walking, talking, breathing, with his families faces. He exploded. Exploded with a power fueled by nothing but his intense hatred for every. Single. Living being in this goddamn facility.

He killed whoever stood in his way. Managing to get his hands on relatively newly designed weapon, an ectoplasmic scythe (that also apparently could revert into an everyday item). Which he used to rip and tear throughout the entirety of the facility. He got injured, of course, he couldn't dodge everything, but he didn't care.

A body stuck between life and death, incapable of fully going one way or the other no matter what happened. Gifted supernatural powers fueled by wrath and twisting hatred and a weapon made by man yet in the range of the supernatural.

They didn't stand a change. He killed them all. No matter who it was, man, woman, clone. He didn't, couldn't care. He could only kill, only maim, only hurt.

And that's what he did.

It was then, when the facility was blanketed with silence tainted by despair, death and hysteria. When previously white walls were covered by blood, and the halls turned into rivers of blood and corpses. That he broke down, the overwhelming hatred he felt replaced by relief then sadness then self-loathing.

His family didn't give him up! But they were killed. Kill because of him. He couldn't stand being in this place, anymore. His body felt as if it were moving on unseen strings as it walked through the halls, the scythe shrinking back what it was when out of combat, his mind too occupied by thoughts and feelings.

It walked through a portal, one to the ghost zone, and then promptly into another portal and spat him out into an alleyway. Which he then promptly collapsed and curled into a ball, curing the shrunken scythe in his palm and he was out like a light.

A few days after he woke up, he found himself growing attached to the human that found him in that alleyway. An old man, maybe, but a nice one. He didn't want to meet anyone, besides that man, so he turned invisible when anyone else come into contact with him.

Alfred Pennyworth.

It was a name he clung onto mentally and a man he clung onto physically as well. He wanted to be like that man, someone so nice and caring, someone who didn't mind that he turned invisible at the sing of another person, who let him cling onto him both invisible and not whenever he wanted to.

He did panic when he heard Alred saying his vacation was over, and such that he had to leave. He didn't want to be left alone again, he didn't know what he would do if he was left alone again.

Until Afred said we were going home.

We. As in, him plus another. Alfred plus Danny.

Home.

Heat blossomed in his chest, seeming to replace the constant, low hum of hate sitting beneath him skin.

Home.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp dc #dp dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp crossover #Danny has a scythe and isn't afraid to use it on anyone who even breaths wrong in Alfred's presence. #He also doesn't like meeting other people so he just turns invisible #So you probably wouldn't even know what killed you tbh. #Will Danny be brought out of his shell by the combined efforts of the batfamily? #Probably #Alfred saw a child in an alleyway while on vacation and pulled a Bruce Wayne. #Danny wants to be a butler because Alfred is a butler and he wants to be more like Alfred. #honestly I should be sleeping not making this idea #But MEH #Me tired so I slep now byebye gamers

[forged-in-kaoss]

#all of us rn #GOOD NIGHT IM SLEP #a few more gifs tomorrow i promise #one piece #one piece spoilers #egghead #one piece 1100 #vegapunk #dr. vegapunk #luffy #gear 5 #gear 5 luffy #sun god nika #drums of liberation #joyboy #monkey d luffy #mugiwara no luffy

[ihearnocomplaints]

me if uhhhh me if you uh if you reblog my art and give me love and attention

#hi welcome to chilis #Im like drunk-tired or something #im feckin exhausted m8 #i need to slep #but my brain hates me sigh #(me who desperately wants to do something creative but doesn’t have the time or energy) #anyway uhhhhh points tho my art tag -> #complaintsconcepts #might delete later because i am a sad little creature who just really likes when people like my things #i wish i made better art that people would think is cool like all these cool amazing artists that can actually draw good things #(says the guy with the lowest self confidence on the planet) #anyway I’m drawing an updated persona because i finally figured out what I want the design to be #yes it is the halloween clown version of my slimesona #because i love it #(unfortunately what colours to use— i do not know)

[engurishu]

i think ill try doing requests !

ill just post when reqs are closed sjskjeskj cuz don't think I can do a lot whwahaehjgewhg BUT ILL DO MY BEST

for the requests btw It can be something other than enstars but pls be specific if you're requesting a character or whjawgjhaw ykyky wdakjhwgdakkgwad yes

#my art #enstars #ensemble stars #shino hajime #hajime shino #yo watch this flop LMAO but its fine i just need this to get used to my new drawing tablet and hopefully get rid of my art block #but for now i slep cuz its literally 5AM and my neck is GONE it is DESTROYED i need to fix my posture fr #engurishu☆art

[cwarscars]

IMPORTANT POST - BELOW READ MORE.

pls boop.

#you have to boop rn #please stop and boop #(ooc) #(tbd) #(important) #you can see my hubbys hand lol ok #shes been snuggled next to us the last hour and wont move - she just slep

[saturntheday]

So. I just finished The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer and OH MY GOD HTHSI BOOK WASS SCH AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOATSRE BUT TEH ENDING WAS SO CHEF"S KISS OH MY GOD IM SOKHLGKJ>L<GKHBJ<MB<M HUMANITY IS SO FUCKING BEAUTFIUL I LOVE LIFE HKJVMHGKHVB I WANT TO UGH THERES SM I WNAT EVERYTHING IS WORTH LIEVING FOR

#THe darkness outside us #eliot schrefer #no spoilers #GO RAED THIS BOOK IF YOU HAVENt #ist so beuatiful #i cany spell bc its fucking 4 am #im gonna go slep now #byee #I'm going to add more thoughts later #its just very late rn

[mydream-synopsis]

heavenly beings

i got carried away after drawing sanzu and added 3 more....... so voila here's the end result

#i used all my energy on this i swear i need a 20 hour nap #ran kinnie coming through let me slep #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fanart

[kristina-del-rey]

𝑀𝑒 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁

𝐼'𝓂 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒

#girl blogger #i’m just a girl #this is what makes us girls #i hate school #slepping #midnight snack #tumblr girls #coquette #dollette #just girly things #lana del rey #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #lizzy grant #cinnamon girl #this is a girlblog #girlblogging #hell is a teenage girl #girlhood #tumblr tumblrgir #hyper feminine #feminine rage #female rage #girlrotting #girl rage #just a girl

[hua-fei-hua]

*flopped down on a couch w/a glass bottle of apple juice to make it look like i'm drinking beer*

yeah... yeah i'm fine.... just coming to terms w/the fact that i must use javascript in order to achieve my vision w/the neocities...

#the main reason i haven't just abandoned this particular aspect of the Vision(tm) is bc it would be useful for like. #more than one thing. so it's like. le sigh. #(reading the documentation for tippy tooltips tonight so that i can sleep on it n try to implement it tmrw or something) #why is it always js.... please god spare me at least a Little bit of suffering here i'll never sin again etc etc #speaking of sin i've started speaking more candidly abt my queerness w/the kids at work this week #it's nice to talk to the older kids (as in fifth grade or older) bc even tho like. nine years old is when they start to be tolerable #they lack awareness n life experience. today i told the older kids that i like men but in a gay way #n one of them was like 'i don't get it' n then i reminded her of Gender:tm: n she was like 'ohhhh i get it' #n the two guys also listening were like 'what. i still don't get it.' ONE OF THEM ASKED ME IF I WAS AMAB ACTUALLY LOL #n i was like 'what? that's not important.' but that was really surprising! kids usually read me as female #so it was kind of flattering in a way to be asked 'were you born a boy?' like idk how he's trying to process my gender #but i'm going to flatter myself into thinking the question comes from him like. idk clocking some kind of innate masculinity or w/e idk #花話 #anyway it's Crazy that it took me almost a year to not feel like i'd get instantly fired for telling kids i'm queer #Not going to lie it really felt like i'd never get to this point but it really is kinda just once you start it gets easier #(though to be fair i also wouldn't have told Any of the kids Anything had one of them not started acting like 'gays' was a dirty word) #(n i just Looked at him n said 'you know i'm a queer right?' n he was like 'O_O') #when i worked at homophobic summer camp i do remember daydreaming abt telling my boss i was a 'flaming queer' #i'd have put my feet up on her desk n everything as i made direct eye contact w/her but ofc i never did anything like that. #anyway! i will slep now so that i can get back to work on my projects tmrw morning

[reasonablyobsessed]

what is it about writing in the very deepest, darkest and most ominous parts of the night that makes writing so much more easy and enjoyable? am i having the writer zoomies?? is this what it is???

#writeblr #writing #fanfiction writer #nighttime writing is just so much more comfy #plus it's so much easier to write angst somehow #its like taking the demons surrounding me and putting them in a jar #where they can rid themselves of their misery and hate #and i use it for the pain >:D #i am a creature of the night and NO ONE CAN STOP ME AHAHAHA- #i #i think i have to go to slep

[sexysilverstrider]

everything was going so well even ice steven behaved n hit enemies but then i had to use my brain at round 4 and round 5

#esp malva fuck malva #forced me to use kotone. fuck u #n diantha too bt im nt tht angry at her #i just dnt hv good poison units lmao #thank god steven redeems himself again by sending an alien out #n leaf is VERY useful for the poison #n cynthia to withstand attacks lmao #ok i slep. got work. hh #fafar plays pokemon masters #also yes i hv ss touko but silver is my husband so

[aalt-ctrl-del]

i am so tired

I really cant use the slep

does anyone have a user manual? Do I turn it on then off?

#how to use the slep. #step 1 foam at the mouth

[memorymessage]

i kept moving in my sleep last night. i fell asleep on my left side, then woke up on my right side. it happened twice. then, i fell back asleep on my left yet again, and my dumbass unconscious self must have stretched and moved onto my back. and eeeeverytime i end up on my back when i'm sleeping, i get sleep paralysis and nightmares

so of course i had a "nightmare"...? i mean, i woke myself up yelling, but...it definitely was not a nightmare. i genuinely think some sort of fear chemical gets released in my brain when i sleep on my back.

anyway, i was home alone. and suddenly i got extremely scared, because i realized i don't have beef anymore, so i was truly, truly alone. which, in that scenario, if i was awake, would obviously not be scary. i like being alone. but, yeah, when sleeping on back = fear chemical.

so i went out of my room to go lock the house up, immediately afraid there would be an intruder. and then suddenly... a big, black, shadowy figure came up the stairs. i started screaming. but then i noticed...

it was a giant beef.

a big gigantic beef.

dream come true! big beef!

but i still woke myself up screaming

#please come back big beef! i did not mean to offend with my screaming! #beef sei 'wooow i use all my magical energy to come visit you in ur slep... and you skrem at me -_- idiot human'

[smolselfshippingaxcycat]

i wrote a thing with my purroject moon s/i

tw fur depictions of depurression, mental illness, suicidal ideation, slightly body horror-y near the end, also ment of bugs (namely just caterpillars and butterflies but ye)

"did you know that when a caterpillar undergoes metamorphosis, its body liquifies, leaving behind only the vital life-supporting cells...? its body releases enzymes that digest all of its tissues, turning it into what basically amounts to soup. and from there, it restructures its own body from that soup..."

…Rudy lay in their room, curled up on their side in bed, surrounded by several pastel-colored plushies.

They held a soft pink rabbit close to their chest- It rested its head on a blue pillow, eyes closed in an eternal sleep. It always looked so peaceful, yet so sad…

if only it were that easy to dream sweet dreams forever…

they stroked the rabbit's head, mumbling quiet reassurances to it that they knew it couldn't hear; "ᶦᵗ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵒᵏᵃʸ, ᶦ ᵖʳᵒᵐᶦˢᵉ… ᶦ'ˡˡ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵇᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ… ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦˡˡ ᵇᵉ⁻"

The assistant librarian let out a shaky breath as their voice broke, tears welling up in their eyes. Oh Wings, they probably looked so stupid right now… Talking to a stuffed rabbit, gently telling it the things that they themself wanted to hear from someone else. Anyone would do, really…

Despite spending each day with their fellow librarians, they felt so… lonely, so isolated.

Being exhausted all the time, being nothing more than an observer in your own life did that to you, they supposed…

Wake up from only a few hours of sleep, waste time doing low-effort activities that weren't fun or rewarding anymore (between scattered naps and on autopilot), get up once the sun was down, take sleeping meds at approximately 1am, and waste time alone until they kicked in.

Rinse and repeat ad infinitum. It was all so pointless…

They pulled their blanket up to their shoulders, still holding their rabbit close to their chest, still tenderly but uselessly petting its head. The gesture and texture of the plushie was… soothing…

…The assistant librarian couldn't help but wonder if anyone would miss them or even notice if they died. Assuming they could die permanently now that the Library no longer had to hold Receptions and all…

Was it selfish to hope that anyone would? Netzach, Veil, Conductor, Hod, Mickey… But even as their names popped into their head, their fucked up head came up with reasons why they wouldn't almost immediately. Netzach had other Assistant Librarians to help out, and they were probably just as replaceable to him as they were to the manager back at L Corp. Their cheerful, inclusive attitude and brief check-ins probably didn't mean a thing. Veil had Conductor, and Conductor had Veil- It was so fucking stupid how they tried to force their way into creating a friend group when those two probably only needed each other. Hod had many girlfriends, and probably lots of regular… platonic friends as well. Losing one friend wouldn't mean a thing, right…? And Mickey… Probably never cared about them at all to begin with.

They realized that all those jokes they made about offing themself in some way or another were starting to have a hint of truth to them. …Or maybe they were always truth, passed off as a joke through a bittersweet smile to prevent anyone from worrying, prevent themself from being a burden.

How long had they done this? Been miserable, but tried to make themself seem as small as possible to avoid bothering anyone else… They didn't know the exact amount of time, but it was definitely as far back as they could remember. Did the people who told them they looked sad or anxious all the time sense it? That deep melancholic sickness that had seeped its way into their body, infecting their mind, and entwining with their soul so intricately that getting better became synonymous with losing a part of themself…

None of it would get better if they didn't open up, of course they knew that- But it was all so terrifying, the idea of opening up at all. What if they made someone uncomfortable? What if they shared too much, or brought similar feelings up in others? That was absolutely the last thing they wanted…!

Rudy

closed their eyes

tears rolling down their cheek

as they sniffled pathetically.

...Stop thinking...

They nestled up closer to their bunny, and deeper amongst their blanket.

The outside of their body felt warm, but the inside was so… cold. How are you supposed to warm up your insides…? Maybe a warm drink, or a hug? some soup- Not that they had the energy to go get any, anyways…

Maybe they themself were the soup, gone all cold and bad from being left out too long in the hellscape of the City… Rotting…

As more tears wet the pillow beneath their head, it felt as if their whole body was slowly liquifying… They could see it with their closed eyes- They'd hold a hand up to their line of sight, and watch it drip, drip, dripping away with the tears. It wouldn't be scary or painful, it'd just look like… sweating? Or maybe the water dripping off your wet hands after you wash them…? ʷʰᵃᵗᵉᵛᵉʳ…

Cocooned in blankets as a false chrysalis- They suddenly remembered what they recently learned mindlessly skimming through one of the entomology books on the Floor of Natural Sciences- That caterpillars undergoing metamorphosis slowly digested themselves in their chrysalis, leaving behind only the most vital cells to stay alive, and reconstructing their entire bodies to become butterflies from there on out.

…Maybe the day wouldcome someday where the assistant librarian would emerge from their own chrysalis, reformed into… whatever the human equivalent of a butterfly would be. Someone who… manifested their own E.G.O…?

That was a comforting (and hopeful) thought, but…

It felt so artificial and fake. So out of reach.

…So for tonight, just drifting off to sleep once again with the catharsis of caring for their bunny plushie,

and treating it with that heart-wretching gentleness they rarely ever got

was just enough…

Goodnight, Rudy.

#axcycat meows #not self ship #self insert #i mean technically it isnt self ship but it cccould be read that way since rudy is my s/i n i self ship w netzach but it isnt the focus #also the other 3 characters mentioned besides hod and netzach are furriends' OCs #tw depression #tw sui ideation #tw bugs #tw bug mention #tw death mention #tw body horror #sorta #i wrote out the last line and thought “oyasumi ruru” sdjfhsg #ruru being the nickname that veil has fur rudy #hc that netz started using it too just beclaws #anyways its almeowst 3am i really need to slep-

[spicyicymeloncat]

They don’t prepare u for when ur posts breach containment and you have to deal with 20 people taking it more seriously than you were and saying the same surface level counter argument over and over again even tho you’ve responded to it they just can’t find your response and you have a bunch of people who all feel like they’re the first one to tell you what you missed.

#im trying to stay silly but like #we are all pretentious hipsters here really #and im trying to stay silly about it it feels like im in public and I need to remain silly #it’s all worth it to make fun of the staff when they’re bs tho #sorry for incoherency I’m very slep deprived #anyways so many people are telling me ‘the stats would be more accurate if we asked straight people who definitely exist and have theyre #own circles on here’ #please #where are they #i think I’m gonna become an undercover straight person in order to break out of the echo chamber I’m apparently so deep in #the problem is is that straight people don’t exactly have a community #it’s just that we’re so used to straight people being the norm that we assume they exist and they don’t need to state their presence #unlike queer people who have to fight to say who they are #and we can’t tell whether they’re actually there and just don’t have the need to talk about being straight or whether they’re actually some #how a minority #but the poll is just one loose piece of evidence that straight ppl are myths /j #there are lots of explanations of why there’s a majority gay people here #ahjsnemsksknensm

[wtfuckevenknows]

Why does my body consider 8am sleeping in these days?!

#my alarm doesn’t go off until 9:30 #I used to slep until 2pm #now I don’t even make it to 9am 😭😭😭