Spooder

The business in question is more of a cheat since being king of the infinite Realms means he is fluent in any language to exist. Safe, dead, or extinct the status of a language doesn't matter to him. With Technus's help he sets up and online portal where people can submit pictures or copies of stuff for him to translate at a premium price. He refuses to take any money from the fruit loop and the money he learns will go towards his clone's schooling when she gets to that point. Right now she is using it for her travels and sending them postcards.

People who claim his translations as their own get black listed with a huge fee coming out of their bank account for the breach of contract. He is trying to keep his business on the down low so those breakthroughs that get on the news are not what he is looking for. His main demographic is rich snobs with private art collections. What Danny doesn't know is that his main customers are the Justice League.

There are some clues but he kinda ignores them. Like when a document submitted is a summoning ritual he sends back a partial translation since the summoning is not good (there are worst beings they could summon but it will still be a hassle) however revealing knowledge of the banishment is harmless.

Gotham cultists hate him because they know he can translate the whole document/book but all of their attempts to trace the sage of tongues (trying to give invisobill kinda vibes) they find a dead end. They try submitting from different computers, locations, routers, anything, but just end up giving Danny more money lol

The Justice League is almost in tears because the jusyice league dark could not agree on the translation of the banishment ritual and everything they tried before had failed.

His favorite translations are the stories that give alien vibes. They talk about certain structures (he thinks it might be structures) as if they are common knowledge. Unknown to him those are Kryptonian fairy tales that Lois submitted. She didn't want to give Jon a funny accent so Clark can read them in Kryptonian while she does the English.

Duke having a hard time with an assignment, sends an inquiry asking if he offers homework help (he wouldn't be using it for career advancement which is against the terms of service BUT he would be claiming it for points so he asked) and that is how Tim finds out about this sketchy website that can translate anything. Danny feels the sincerity and sleep deprivation in the inquiry so he replies back "I admire your courage and will do you a solid but only if your promise to sleep a minimum of 8 hours. I'll know if you don't and snitch so go to sleep 😴" The translation is attached and already in the format his teacher requested.

Steph: How is he gonna know?

Duke: Idk but he is a life saver!

Tim: Duke, did you just sell your soul for a homework assignment?

Duke: Let me sleep and then we'll see what happens 🥱

Tim is driven crazy because he needs to know who is behind the website. And also because Constantine was kinda in the area and said no. Duke has his soul even if he doesn't sleep, lucky bugger.

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holy shit am i happy with how this came out. this is technically 1 page but i split it into the two so its easier to see the details on mobile n stuff

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close ups \/

I started this WIP ages ago when I was rewatching TAWOG and I can't believe I finally finished it at the start of pride month, so for that enjoy a bonus:

Peter is barely awake.

"Yo, where'd you get the merch?"

Peters eyes are barely open when he looks at him. He won't remember what he looks like the next day either.

"huh?"

"The Spidey merch. Where'd you get it?"

Peter looked down at himself, somewhat baffled, and squints at him.

"I...made it?"

"Deadass? I've got thirty bucks, could you make me one?"

The materials plus Peters time outside of classes and Spider-Man...he should get a sandwich out of it at least.

"Thirty-five?" He negotiates weakly. The man doesn't even blink.

"You got it." And takes out cash then and there. Peter stares at it, exchanges info, and gets the hoodie done in a weak between surviving and saving everyone else.

The guy is some sort of influencer. He shows it off on his story. People are going crazy. He texts Peter with a screenshot.

"Can I give them your info?"

Over a hundred people already want his hoodie.

His hoodie.

$35 per person, and so many out the gate?

Superhero-ing might pay after all.

Peter accepts.

Can you imagine? Simon yelling at him out of anger and then apologising and Grace saying “it’s ok, I once told a man he was a staggering waste of carbon once.” And that’s what makes Simon laugh because Simon has caught a glimpse of Grace before he was put in the sub and he can’t imagine the man who he saw spinning in his chair to say that. That’s what makes it so funny to him.

“Are you- are you laughing?”

“Yes- I can’t imagine you saying that to anyone.”

—

“You have no one. No family. Not even a dog.”

“You’re wrong! I have…I have Simon!”

Stratt looks…well, Grace can’t fully tell. She’s always been good at keeping her expression neutral, but there’s something about it that makes the pit in Grace’s stomach grow

“He’s dead, Dr Grace.”

No. No no no no NO!

“You’re a liar. You’re lying! Where’s my phone, I’m gonna call him.”

Grace pats his pockets w frantic energy before Stratt very calmly slides something across the table towards him. Grace doesn’t want to look at it, but he sees it anyway, can’t tear his eyes away from the back and white photo of Simon staring at him from the newspaper

“He drowned, saving a child. It was…very heroic.”

It can’t be. This is fake, some kind of ploy to trick Grace into going on a suicide mission. He’s so sure of it. He is! But…no. That’s just what he tells himself. Stratt has never been a liar, and even if she’s pulled the rug out from under his feet now, Grace knows this isn’t a lie either. Maybe some orchestrated attempt at manipulation, holding back this information for so long, but it’s not a lie

—

There’s a strong gap in Grace’s memory, no matter how hard he tries to remember. Everything else had come back, the effects of the amnesia causing drug Stratt had administered fading for the most part. But there’s something that just…stays out of reach. Grace knows it’s important, and Rocky watches with about as much worry as a rock can conjure with no face. At some point, living happily on Erid, Grace comes to accept that he’ll never fill in those missing memories

—

It comes back like a flood. It almost knocks the wind out of him

“Simon?”

Dark, feral eyes widen in surprise before they narrow again

“Who are you? How do you know my name?”

Grace feels frozen for a long time, but he manages to get a handle on himself, reaching forward for the man he never thought he’d see again, the one he thought he’d lost, the one who’d left him!

But before he can make contact, Simon is on him, straddling his waist as a hand wraps around his neck

I realized that my space monkeys ocs kinda resemble Simon and Grace. So I came up with a crossover that only I understand

woe, another scenematch be upon ye (much lower effort I fear)

rambles about it below:

Don’t ask me where they got those plants from girl I don know.

lots of koreans online say they "eat" drinks which would assume they only have one word which covers the concept of consumption.

arabic immigrants in sweden (my mother included) have a hard time differentiating between "i think/i believe/my opinion is" which suggests that in arabic these different modalities of speaker agency is treated as one or at least interchangeable.

swedish speakers in english will use should/shall/have to/must with much higher nuance precision than native english speakers, to the point where they sound well awkward, because the distinction between these commands in swedish is much clearer than in english. i make mistakes between is/am/are and has/have constantly because swedish only has one pronoun covering all grammatical persons.

i've heard speakers of languages without gendered pronouns (finnish, the chinese dialects, and a tonne more) make he/she mistakes because it's hard(!!) to learn two or more gendered pronouns and when to use them correctly.

iwanted to a little comic post ep9, spoilersss! heeeed of spoiiilers!

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“Hey buddy.” Dick - as Nightwing – greets Damian – as Robin – as he sits next to him over the edge of a very tall roof.

It is still night-time, the two birds watch the sparkling city for a while in meditative silence… until Dick opens his mouth, that is.

“So, you probably are upset and don’t wanna know anything about Danny right now, but B took him to the Watchtower for interrogation.”

This makes Damian look at him, the way his domino mask bends indicates the older bird how distressed his baby brother has become over this news.

“It’s ok. All is good. Danny went on his own and he fully accepted to come along. He said that he will explain everything in detail to us and the league, but he wants you there too.”

“I-I don’t know what to think, Richard… he lied to me! Why would he think that he couldn’t tell me?”

“Oh Dames, if only we had that answer every relationship in the galaxy would be perfect.” He says as he puts an arm around Damian’s shoulders and gives it a squeeze. “But let me tell you something; He is willing to talk, are you willing to listen?”

“I do want to understand…”

“Then, everything is gonna be alright. Not perfect, but if you both are willing to talk and listen, there is a good change you will stay in good terms.”

“You think he is going to break up with me?!” Damian practically cries.

“I think he thinks you’re gonna break up with him.” Dick rectifies.

“What?! No! I’m not going to break up with him just because he is metahuman or an eldritch entity.”

“Well, we better go up there and clarify that ‘cause he thinks you hate him now.”

“Tt, that idiot!” The younger grunts and stands up, shoots his grappling gun and jumps, his older brother-slash-parental figure following close.

Jason: hold on, it's on my phone, let me pull it up.

Tim, audibly delighted: i can't believe you do this-!

Bruce: Robin, don't get distracted, i need you on my six.

Damian: *already distracted, somewhat forlorn* i wish you were an owl...

Bruce: that's not- *pause* what?

Damian: they don't need people on their sixes. they can turn their heads and just look.

*silence*

*distant crashing and gunshots*

Bruce: shit- focus, Robin!

Jason: i got it, it's still here.

Tim: please god read it out,

Bruce: *amidst grunting* you two aren't helping.

Jason, dismissively: then switch to a different line? everybody knows line seven is Red Hood's territory; go back to line one.

Dick: who needs to go back to line one?

Tim: ...Dick you've been here for thirty minutes, how are you not hearing us.

Dick: sorry- you know that thing where you disassociate and drive, and then you snap back to yourself as you pull up the driveway and you have that moment of 'how the fuck am i still alive?'? i think i did that with swinging.

Jason, grunting casually: oh yeah, i get that sometimes.

Dick, mystified: how the fuck did i get to Bristol...? sorry, anyway- what are we on?

Tim: Jason's grudge list.

Dick: Jason's what now?

Jason: i have a list on my phone of the worst things everybody has done to me, so i can keep track of how much revenge i need to get to 'win'.

Damian: ...win what?

Jason: shut up. aren't you fighting?

Damian: it's not that complicated a fight.

*distant gunshot*

Damian, casually, after a beat: Father?

*sounds of punching, hitting*

Bruce: yes?

Damian: how good of a mood would you say you're in?

Bruce: ...why?

Tim: i'm calling it now he got shot- you got shot, didn't you?

*silence*

Damian: tis' but a flesh wound-,

Bruce, resigned: oh my god- Robin.

Damian: you didn't watch my six.

Tim: *laughs*

Damian: it didn't even hit anywhere important,

Bruce: i don't care- just go to the batmobile and get the first aid kit, i'll be there after i finish getting the evidence i needed.

Damian: *groans*

Dick: are you guys done? because i wanna know what's on Jason's list for me.

Tim: yeah i'm- i'm also very invested in this. actually- is Damian on there?

Jason: uhhhh- yeah, by the bottom. i don't update this that much, to be fair.

Damian: what's written for me?

Jason: it just says 'looks too much like Bruce'.

Tim: *instant snickers*

Dick: wait wait- what's on there for Bruce then?

Jason: Bruce's- *laughs* ok, Bruce's has stayed the same since before i went to Ethiopia, and it's still the most evil thing he's ever done to me.

Bruce: *confused grunt*

Jason: according to the list, the meanest shit Bruce has ever done to me was when I was thirteen years old and he took me to an evening afterparty for this opera event, and i was bored as fuck with all the other rich-people kids and i wanted to go home, so to discreetly get B's attention, i texted him-,

Bruce: oh- *snort* ok i remember this.

Dick: what happened?

Jason, indignant: i texted him asking if we could go home, and this piece of shit proceeds to look at the text in the middle of this circle of people he's talking to, read the text from me OUT LOUD TO THEM, and then he looked at me across the room and yelled out 'what's wrong, chum? who don't you like, why do you wanna leave so early?'

Tim: *long noise of sympathy*

Dick: *cackling* THAT'S SO BAD????

Bruce: *another snort*

Jason: shut up Bruce. -and you wonder why we hated you; honestly.

Bruce: you were- *struggling to tamp down his amusement* you were being a handful, and that was the quickest way i could think of to make you want to be quiet.

Dick: *more cackles*

Jason: worst moment of my life to date, and i've literally been murdered.

Bruce, slightly amused: oh come now, chum, that's dramamtic.

Jason: IT'S NOT THOUGH??? IT'S PUBLIC HUMILIATION!

Tim: *wheeze*

Damian: *hiss of pain* oh- woooaaahhhhhh,

Dick, still snickering: -uh, Dami?

Damian: hm? oh, sorry, no, carry on, don't mind me- *under his breath* huh, that's cool.

Bruce, slightly concerned: Robin, where are you? i thought i told you to wait in the car.

Damian: i am in the car.

Bruce: then what are you doing?

Damian: taking out the bullet i got shot with.

Tim: ...the hell is 'cool' about that?

Damian: there's a second one already in there that i didn't know about.

*a beat*

Dick, baffled: what?

Bruce, stern: Robin what's your status, are you ok?

Jason: when the fuck did you even last get shot?

Damian: i dunno, that's why it's cool. i guess i forgot about it?

Tim: dude- what the fuck even is your life.

Damian: yeah i don't- oh, i think the second one was blocking a vein- shit, there's blood on the seats,

Dick: oh my god BRUCE GO TO YOUR KID-

Bruce: I'M GOING-

Tim, mumbling: like father like son,