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khytal · 9 months
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and there was only one bed (oh my god there was only one bed)
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nerdpoe · 1 month
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Instead of going to Ra's to find proof in the land of the living, Tim decides to go to the Realm of the Dead to search for proof of Bruce's time entrapment alongside the Ghosts of Kon and Bart. Also he kidnaps Cassie.
It's foolproof; he gets to be with his friends (whether they want to or not, but the cult thing is weird Cassie frfr this is for ur own good damn), he can interrogate the ghosts from the timeframes he suspects Bruce was in, and also confirm that Bruce isn't in the Afterlife at all.
Kidnapping Cassie actually wasn't that hard, he'd just asked if she wanted to see Kon and Bart one last time. Then he'd explained that he could do it without dying.
He found a website from a pair of professionals who built a portal to the "Ghost Zone", or really Afterlife, in their basement.
Breaking into their house and using the thing is no problem at all.
He finds Kon and Bart, and after a tearful reunion, he and Cassie partner up with them for one final adventure.
Unfortunately, he decides to do this after Dick gave Robin to Damian (Dick genuinely didn't see any other way to stop Damian from going back to the League okay? man was stressed out and making snap decisions with no consideration of the consequences), and also after he'd been up for 48 hours.
The note he left perhaps left a lot to be desired.
'If you won't believe me that he's alive, then I'll prove it by searching for him in the Afterlife.'
Things get a little more complicated when Bart and Kon's Ghosts disappear from the Afterlife, indicating that they've been revived.
But also leaving Cassie and Tim without guides in the realm of floating green doors.
So in short;
Dick thinks Tim killed himself.
Cassie's mom thinks she's still with the cult, and that the cult has killed her daughter, because now there's no communication at all.
Damian read Tim's note as literal, as Tim intended, and keeps trying to explain that to Dick, who thinks Damian is in denial.
Cassie and Tim are stuck in the Ghost Zone without a map or guides, still gather evidence of Bruce and also how to get back.
Kon and Bart came back to life, but with the distinct feeling that they need to find Cassie and Tim before it's too late, whatever that means.
Due to the time distortion, Bruce gets back before Tim does, and is informed by Dick that Tim is dead.
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prokopetz · 10 months
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Modern television season lengths being what they are, the classic "monster of the week" is really more a monster of the month now, and let me tell you, being the worst thing that's happened to a person all month is a lot more pressure than being the worst thing that's happened to a person all week.
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notabeanie · 8 months
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"I'm being followed Curio. I'm being followed by heaven knows who," is the first thing Imelda Pulse says to Hunch Curio in her introductory scene in episode one of Mentopolis. The first thing. Impulse. Being followed. Following your impulses. I've been sleeping for two weeks and I've just sat bolt upright sweating. All the powerful parts of the brain, all the logic and ambition and avarice. They have goals. They have plans. And yet at the end of the day what are they stuck doing? Helplessly following impulse and trying and failing to control her.
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wandesu · 24 days
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I DIDN'T FORGET I'M JUST FALLING BEHIND CAUSE I'M SICK
Bumbleby week day 6: Comfort
I love the hurt/healing trope so fucking much... soft...
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rodolfoparras · 6 months
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But like instead of sugar daddy Price how about sugar baby Price.
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Thinking about Sugar Baby!Price
Pairing: John Price x Male Reader
Cw: power dynamic, sugar daddy/ sugar baby dynamic, age gap,
Thinking about Sugar baby! Price who signed up to a sugar baby/ daddy website in an attempt to earn some money on the side but because of his age he only gets a handful of matches and those that he gets never lead to dates.
But one day, after going without a match for a good couple of weeks, he gets matched with someone.
At first Price is confused because in his preferences he clearly states that he would rather be matched with a woman but on his screen there’s a picture of you, a man, who looks to be much younger than he is. By looking further into your profile, he sees that you’re a successful businessman, who’s looking for a date to attend with you to events and he can also see you’ve got no gender preference.
So it couldn’t have been a mistake right?
But Price is still hesitant because he’s never been on a date with a man and he’s heard his fair share of horror stories of sugar daddies from the women that frequented the same site, but money is money and Price finds himself accepting the offer.
However as he drives over to the restaurant he can’t keep doubts from creeping into his head, wondering if there’s a slight chance that you’re expecting a woman on this date.
But all doubts disappear when he walks through the door only to be met with the sight of your smiling face as you go to pull out a chair for him.
So far you seem polite, charming even and you look really handsome. Price might have only dated women before but he can admit when a man looks good. However looks can be deceiving and behind that exterior there might be someone that’s expecting more of him, something more like sex.
Just hearing the word echoing in his head has his throat drying up as he fiddles with the napkin in his hand. “I’d like to make one thing clear, I’m perfectly okay with dates but anything past that-“
He’s abruptly cut off by you, a chore of no’s escaping your lips as you frantically wave your hands in the air.
“Oh no no no I don’t do that I don’t sleep with uh my clients”
Oh, okay. Good.
“I didn’t think-“ he shakes his head, looking down at the table, feeling his neck, ears and cheeks burn.
“Don’t get me wrong,sir-“
“John” the older man corrects, looking up at you beneath long black lashes and you feel heat creep up your own neck, ears and cheek.
“Don’t get me wrong John, you’re very attractive,” you say with a soft smile still displayed on your face, but the only thing he can focus on is your words.
Attractive .
Attractive ?
You found him attractive.
“But I’m just looking for a date to attend with me to different type of events,”
Price who’s still lost in the thought that you find him attractive only nods his head and the two of you proceed to order dinner.
The date goes exceptionally well. For whatever reason you seem more interested in hearing him talk about himself rather than talking about yourself.
Although it may sound wrong in someone’s ear, he can’t help but love how much attention you’re paying to him.
You even drive him home instead of asking your Chauffeur to do so and you don’t leave until he’s safe inside his house.
When he goes inside he almost feels like a teenager, face flushed hair mussed, hands jittery and you haven’t even done anything!
And when he gets a text asking for another date he happily agrees to it.
Date after date and you continue to stick to your words, never initiating anything that might make him uncomfortable but for whatever reason Price is unable to shake the feeling of disappointment that starts to grow inside of him.
The doubts that have made home in his mind start telling him that maybe you don’t even find him attractive.
Price isn’t stupid he knows he isn’t young anymore, that he isn’t the most desirable bachelor in the world but that doesn’t mean that it hurts any less knowing that you don’t find him attractive.
However things take a turn one day, when the two of you are trying out suits that he can wear for an event.
As he stands there in the changing room, looking at his reflection in the mirror, he can’t help but feel a surge of confidence running through his body.
For the first time in a while he feels attractive. You’d gone out of your way to get a tailored suit for him even though he’d vehemently denied it, fearing it’d be too expensive and that he had a perfectly fine suit somewhere buried inside of his closet.
But now that he’s looking at himself he can’t help but feel immensely thankful for your kind gesture because the suit hugs his curves so well, the rich black color compliments his skin tone beautifully, and there’s even a pop of blue in his pockets and buttons that match the color of his eyes.
Prior to this you even made sure he got a haircut and trimmed his mutton chops.
“I have to admit, I’ll miss these curls” you say while running a hand through his sandy brown hair, and once again he feels heat creep up his cheeks neck and ears “But Marisa knows what she’s doing”
And he couldn’t agree more, whilst looking at himself in the mirror, hair much shorter now and slicked back, with facial hair trimmed and showing off the sharpness of his features.
When he walks out to show you the outfit, he hears a small gasp escape your lips while your eyes trail down his body.
Once again he can feel heat creeping up on him but he also feels a surge of confidence- a sense of power for having affected you in this way.
You finally manage to pull your eyes away from him, awkwardly clearing your throat as you go to speak “you look good John, really good” you say the second part quieter.
He manages to respond with a smooth thank you, tone sounding like the one he only ever used to charm his late wife, even biting back a smirk while saying that.
On the night of the event the two of you almost seem to be glued to each other. You don’t do anything to overstep boundaries but he can see the way your gaze is trained on him, the way you keep almost a possessive hand on his hip and the compliments that just keep rolling off your tongue while chatting with him.
When the night nears to an end and you’re walking him to his door he can’t help but get lost in his thoughts, in the feeling of you arm slung over his shoulder the smell of your cologne and the compliments that never seem to stop rolling off your tongue.
It all ends with him uttering the words “would you like to come in?” you freeze in your step and fall silent for a moment before finding your words again “Are you sure we don’t have to-
“I want to” he croaks out, throat suddenly feeling dry “I really really want to”
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esmedalma · 9 months
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All the things daylight reveals
Azula Week 2023 Day 1 - Loneliness or Crossover
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egophiliac · 2 months
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Ego they just revealed anime boy double
I LOVE THEM BOTH
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Dark Cream week 2024 - Day 3 — Magnet | Do you think we’re lovers in every universe ?
I wanted to do something with magnet as in in every universe we’re attracted by eachother !!! I hope that translates well :3
Yes there’s the soulmate red string heehee
Aim isn’t Dark Cream like Dark Cream related but the rest is so I hope it stills count !!!
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆ 。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
☆ Credits
Xorcist and Aim + Dark Cream Week by | @zu-is-here !!
Leviathantale by | @skumhuu !!
Shattered by | galacii-gallery !!
Cross by | jakei95 !
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆ 。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
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io-lu-art · 4 months
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Just some random, stupid idea I had during the middle of the night... so I started scribbling around...
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Oh, dear Rey...
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"Webtoon" format after the page break (I guess). You choose your fav.
(if the quality feels bad, it's because I started drawing this with a height of 1080 pixels in landscape format *cries*)
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I am still debating whether or not to include this in my fanfiction. There are some shots missing, just to illustrate how anxious and hopelessly in love he is. Well, we'll see. I may or may not continue this.
The context? Do you even need it? Spoilers in the hashtags.
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theinsomniacindian · 4 months
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I will never get tired of the "If they're going to die, it's going to be by my hand" dynamic
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bruciemilf · 4 months
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Got anything for fem!Bruce & Uncle Ozzy?
I love the image of tiny Bryce just. Observing the people around her. Building connections and relationships with particular, precise details that paint abstract memories for her.
She remembers how funny her dad and uncle Ozzy sounded; The spicy rush of their accents, how every word was pronounced with laughter in them,
“Look atcha fatha puttin’ oregano in the bolognese sauce like a fuckin’ animal,— never do that, alright? It’s a sin”
“Stop scarin’ my baby girl, ya fuckin’ ice rat,”
“See, Mr. Doctorate over here don’t believe in hell, — but I seen it. Tastes like oregano.” Their laughter tasted like nicotine, — they didn’t smoke the same brand. Her dad made a point to only smoke light at Alfred’s request, but they never smoked around her
She remembers a potent scent of whiskey they drank over a poker table, where she’d sit on her mom’s knee. Martha always won, and Alfie always accused her of cheating
Her Russian accent would come through, soft but pronounced, “It is not cheating if I have my lucky charm” and she’d press a soft kiss on Bryce’s hair
Uncle Ozzy only smoked knock off vintage Cuban cigars and refused to get anything else. He said the fancy stuff were for tourists
After her parents go under the ground, he only eats pasta with oregano in it
She remembers his car; A classic Maserati, leathered with soft cushions. She’d drive her to and from school, putting her seatbelt on, and tell her stories,
“You listen to me, alright, — Alfred ever wants to ground you, or say he knew better at your age when you get in trouble, you call me, alright? I’ll refresh his memory. “
When she goes to boarding school, he’s there to take her. Bryce still remembers the heaviness of the ride, the way the road seemed to drag on and on. “Listen, slick,”
She still doesn’t know why he called her that; Her mom used to say it was because she was quick witted and always had a smart comment to make.
“Those little shits are gonna make you feel bad. They’ll say nasty, mean shit, cause they’re young, and they think it won’t last. But don’t let ‘em. If they go low, you go lower. Never let people feel like they can step all over ya. Okay?”
Her voice sounded little; Most 10 year olds did. “Okay. Can we get ice cream after you pick me up, uncle ozzy?”
He lied to her only once.
“Sure, kid. I got your back.”
When she’s an adult, she’s too burdened by Gotham, by Batman, by a cross she nailed herself to, to take notice of his absence. Bryce Wayne misses her uncle. Batman and Penguin don’t miss each other at all.
Deep down, she knows he knows.
When she drives him to Arkham, him in the passenger seat, she knows.
“Stop by the drive in, kid. I want an ice cream.”
Bryce says nothing. The ice cream is good.
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theminecraftbee · 1 year
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you know sometimes one of the things the fandom does that i like the least is joke about how certain ccs are "lorephobic" because it basically always ignores the lore they actually are really and visibly doing. like, sure, they may not be doing the lore YOU'RE looking at, but, one, lore doesn't just mean "big overarching server storyline" it can also mean solo stuff. it can also mean 'builds that have story built into them'. it can also mean 'fun little storyline between like two guys'. it can also mean character continuity. it can mean many things. two, "this guy doesn't do lore" is NOT the same thing as "this guy doesn't do the specific lore i personally like and want to see them doing" and i don't always think you guys know the difference. all of this, of course, is to say: hey guys did you know zedaph can canonically time travel,
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grackle-draws · 2 months
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Day 1: Secrets, Whispers, and Rumors @codex-week
Fives: I could have sworn I saw Commander Cody come down this way…
Echo: Yeah but why would he be down by the 501st barracks?
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booasaur · 6 months
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wtFOCK - 7x01
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batrogers · 2 months
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Civilized Or Not
So there’s some common Zelda fanon I wanna talk about, relating to civilization tropes I think some of y’all haven’t really thought about in detail before, and that’s Hyrule (Zelda 1 &2 Link), Wild (BOTW mostly), and Ravio (LbW).
I’m using the Linked Universe names, because that’s where most of it comes up, because these things happen most often where you can contrast the boys with each other. This is often done, quick and dirty, by people assigning “roles” to each without much thought. Ravio’s unfortunately tends to be extremely pervasive outside LU spaces, too.
But, in brief, there is a trend for people to craft these characters in a framework of innocent vs savagery vs trickery that can have some really unfortunate implications I’m not sure many are even aware of. Hopefully I can explain better where these ideas come from, why they’re so easy and appealing, and why we should try to avoid repeating them for more than just the sake of “easy” but also to stop repeating some really nasty historical tropes.
I would start from what’s probably the simplest one to address: the tendency towards a “feral” personification of Wild. This tends to come from two places: Wild’s amnesia, and the collapse of society around him and his lost place in it.
Now, brain damage is complicated. You can lose a range of things to any given injury because of the way information is encoded differently and in different places. You can lose memory and/or skills and/or coordination and/or balance, etc, because it all depends on what got damaged. But in-game a lot of stuff suggests that Link retains things like speech, reading/writing, coordination, and martial skills. None of the people who knew Link prior to his injury suggest he seems changed in any way not attributed to stress and anxiety...
And, more importantly, real people suffer memory loss just like that in the real world. Treating him like he’s become “feral” due to memory loss is cruel to actual people living with brain damage today, and if you go there you should have a good reason for it.
Social collapse is a wide-spread theme in basically every Zelda game. The threat that the Big Bad poses is almost always the destruction of society as it exists: Malladus literally vanishes the infrastructure of New Hyrule in Spirit Tracks; the Twilight turns people into spirits living lives they don’t realize are questionably real in Twilight Princess; Veran freezes the passage of time to force people to work forever in Oracle of Ages. King Daphnes and Ganondorf under the sea vie over the fate of the world above in Wind Waker: keep what’s been made, or start all over again?
In modern culture, people tell a lot of stories about the fragility of civilization and what happens in its absence. You get the range from Lord of the Flies, in which children wrecked on an island attempt (and fail) to recreate civilization on their own, Kipling’s “The Jungle Book” in which Mowgli is treated as reckless and innocent, and a much more obscure piece from the 18th century “Paul et Virginie” (and likely many more I don’t know offhand.) Essentially all of them play with the question of how do people become civilized, and what happens when they do? In Lord of the Flies, the children were civilized and failed to maintain it; in the Jungle Book, the boy wasn’t civilized and innocently interacts with it. In Paul et Virginie, the children were (relatively) uncivilized on the (French colonized) Mauritius, raised by their mothers but when the girl was sent away, she becomes civilized and dies tragically to preserve it.
The two Links most removed from civilization are Hyrule and Wild. Wild “lost” civilization, losing both his memories of it and the structure of it. Making him feral, without manners, and without a place to belong is that kind of Lord of the Flies savagery mixed with Mowgli’s innocent playfulness: there isn’t a structure to adhere to, so he’s a savage. Whereas Hyrule is more like the Paul eg Virginie side: innocent of civilization, he remains pure and sweet and kind, unable to conceive of big concepts like evil or money or so on. Neither position permits them to interact with the civilization that is right there in front of them! Wild can buy a house; he has people who know and care for him. He has social connections and social rights. The world exists, but the fandom does not seem to want him to interact with it in favour of remaining “wild.” In Zelda 2 – a game explicitly set within a decade of Zelda 1 – there are whole towns with trade and a castle and massive structures with on-going life in them... but very few fans seem to ever reach into that story or relate it back to the first. Hyrule, the character, does not exist within Hyrule, the country.
Strangely, Wind Waker does not fall prey to this, I think because the structures are presented as fait accompli: Link wakes up with his grandmother and his sister, he has a defined home, and a society in which you spend the entire game forced to engage with. Zelda 1 & 2 were not sophisticated enough to waste resources on going as in depth in social terms (although such interactions absolutely exist in Zelda 2!) and BOTW leaves such interactions as optional: you can survive the game with minimal social contact... but it’s a choice to play with it that way, not the default. The ways in which this edges onto the noble savage trope, in which “uncivilized” tribes are either innocent or brutish (rather than complex social systems in their own right) is fairly obvious.
There is one other character in Zelda who gets treated to the question of whether he is an innocent, free of civilization and all its rigour... or something else. Ravio, coming from the devastated world of Lorule, can often wind up slotted into the scared, innocent child trope and unfortunately that’s the better position people frequently take. The worse one evokes the Merchant of Venice: the deceitful, Jewish merchant who values money over people’s lives.
Lorule (and Nintedo’s approach towards their humanoid Zelda villains in general) is near-eastern-coded in many ways, down to the fact that Yuga’s outfit is the spitting image of Ottoman dress. Yuga being a depraved bisexual (a common historical trope about Muslim men towards Christian men and boys), and Hilda being deceitful and conspiring against everyone she was once allied to are a backdrop to the ways in which Ravio is a greedy coward. He’s not an evil character in the game; the mechanic of penalizing death without being too severe is interesting and works well! But that doesn’t take away the stereotype, just like it’s not okay Nabooru is pretty explicitly predatory towards child Link in Ocarina of Time, too.
Arab and Jewish stereotypes often converge, because both people's originate from the same region, and both are hostile "Others" to Christian Europe and Nintendo doesn’t have a great track record of their near-Eastern coding in Zelda. It crosses the whole gamut from harem and amazon tropes with the Gerudo to breath-takingly anti-semitic or anti-black (Ganondorf being green, eg. non-human, in various incarnations), all packaged neatly in the ideal of medieval fantasy Europe. The scale would be impressive if it wasn’t so damn awful, but we can at least stop repeating it in our fanworks.
Wild doesn’t have to be feral to be a playful little shit; Hyrule doesn’t have to be pure and innocent to be kind. Ravio doesn’t need to be innocent or scheming, and he shouldn’t place money over Link’s well-being (If you chose to respawn at home, he is consistently only ever concerned for Link! Once you buy the items outright, he promises he'll still be there to take care of you.)
Do better. It’s more interesting that way, and I want to see that variety grow!
[If any of y'all would like me to dig up better sources on any point, I can do so but I didn't want to bog this post down further. I have largely left the anti-arab stuff alone because it's not the biggest issue with Ravio's fanon presence, which is the focus here.]
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