#edit: fixed some typos

[darksigns-exe]

Band stays the same = they suck they always do the same thing

Band evolves and does something new = new sound sucks, why doesn’t this sound like their old music

#apply as necessary #sleep token #architects #just to name two #prob bad omens too depending what the new stuff will sound like #I’m ready for a portion of people to flee the premises when the new stuff doesn’t sound exactly like tdopom #edit: fixed some typos

[inazuma-fulgur]

"nooooo don't dissolve the violently racist settler colonial stste of Israel, because the jews would get displaced, lose their homeland and that's bad"

Are there bad ways to dissolve it that would actually cause displacement? Sure but that's not the point of doing it. Israelis (then former Israelis) can stay there and don't need to be violently expulsed, but the state of Israel cannot not do its current politics. Even if they could not do it, why not do them in a Palestinian state instead? Where's the harm?

Look I know Centrists and Right Wingers that point to Africa and talk about how white settlers got to keep living there, just without their previous colonial privileges, why do I see stuff like the above from leftist complaining about leftists being antisemitic?

I have talked about leftist antisemitism and how it hides before as well, it's an important topic, but this ain't it.

Furthermore upon checking, the people that cry antisemitism about the call from leftists to dissolve the SETTLER COLONIAL STATE OF ISRAEL are always Israelis and Zionists with very clear agendas

#if you feel spoken to by this because you reblogged something today #that's on purpose #check the accounts you reblogged from with a critical eye #that means being more diligent than just seeing if they call themselves Zionist in their bio. see what other things they reblog/post #dog whistles aren't always just people being antisemitic. Zionists can also use dog whistles. learn to recognize them #apart from tte fact that Zionists themselves are hilariously antisemitic but that's a topic I won't dive into right now #edit: fixed some typos

[concord-and-cliches]

these dudes are awesome they have cool tattoos and everything !!! [id in alt!]

#just finished yk2 and have 3 ready to go (thumbs up emoji) #i still have some y0 yk1 yk2 fanart waiting in the wings though LOL #edit: fixed a dumb typo LMAO #anyway hi. ily #contra art #contra doodles #fanart #comic #yakuza #rgg #ryu ga gotoku #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #haruka sawamura #kazumaji #goromi

[thesmollestsnek]

Death echoes

So a while ago, i found this dp x dc post that had a really interesting lore headcanon for Danny’s ghostly wail. Idk if I’ll be able to find it again, I’ll link it here if I do, but essentially it posited that every ghost has something called a “death echo”, which is an ability unique to them based heavily on their deaths. These echoes are the most powerful move in a ghost’s moveset, but they’re also extremely volatile and draining, typically damaging the ghost in some way when used, with Danny’s being his Wail because he died screaming. The original post then went on to some really cool halfa!Jason ideas based on these death echoes, but for this lil snippet with an extremely long intro I’d like to focus on Danny a bit more.

Edit: Apparently I may have extrapolated a lot of the actual lore behind these death echos myself? The inspiration post was a lot longer in my memories. Or I might've mushed multiple posts into one mental box and then forgot lol. So a lot of the actual detail from this point on is seemingly mostly original material? I think? Idk man, sometimes my brain spits out information without giving me any clues as to where it got that information. Anyway, this post got kinda long and since I'm... decently sure this is where I shifted from summarizing @ailithnight's post to writing all my own thoughts I figured here would be a good place to throw the cut lol.

So! with all of the context-for-the-context out of the way, let’s move on to the actual context for what I’m writing cause I can’t be bothered with writing an intro XD

Essentially, this is an au where Danny is an established member of the Justice League, or maybe one of the teen hero teams? I’m a slut for eternal teenager Danny, but maybe he’s enough of a powerhouse to be on the main team despite him both looking and acting like the dumbass fourteen year old he died as. Either way, he’s on a League/League-sanctioned mission and things go bad. Like, everyone-almost-dies bad. And so as a final desperation attack, Danny uses his Wail, a power he’s never told anyone on the league he even has. And it works, and they make it out, but after the fact everyone has. Questions. And because in this au death echoes are deeply personal, Danny dodges those questions, but the league coughbatmancough isn’t satisfied with that. So they push for answers. Answers Danny’s not willing to give, because. In my mind death echoes aren’t just based on how a person died, but also their experience of that death. What their last thoughts were. When Danny died the only thing that he could process beyond just an all-encompassing painpainpainpainpain was the sound of someone screaming. His screaming. And so his death echo is the sound of a fourteen year old child screaming in deathly pain and terror weaponized, which definitely gave the league Even More Questions than they would’ve had already. Which finally brings us to the actual snippet, which is a conversation between John Constantine, who was brought in for his experience with the supernatural once it became clear Danny wasn’t going to talk, and Danny himself. 

~~~~~~~

“So, kid. Batsy tells me you’ve been hiding some of your abilities, wanna tell me what's up with that? Call it an occultist's intuition, but somethin’ tells me you’re not just being stubborn for the hell of it.”

“It’s... complicated. And not anyone’s business, either!”

“Kid...”

“Why does it even matter?! It’s not something I want to or am even able to do on a regular basis! I saved the mission, can’t they just accept that and move on???”

Sighing, Constantine reached up to start massaging his brow. “Kid, you and I both know that ain’t gonna be enough. Now I know that some things are better left alone, but the rest of these idiots? They can’t accept that, Batsy especially. That man’s never left bloody well enough alone in his life”

He looked up just in time to see the otherworldly teen shrink into himself, looking every bit the child he was. “I know but... why? Why do they need to keep asking questions? And why do they only ask the ones that hurt to answer?”

A sharp glance. “The fuck kinda questions are they asking? Batman was speaking in more grunt than word, so I didn’t really catch all the details of what this power you’re supposedly hiding even is.”

Phantom shrinks even more into himself at that, and responds in a voice so small it’s more sigh than speech. “I... I can scream. And it breaks things and pushes people back. But it, it sounds. Bad. And it brings up bad memories and I don’t like to do it or listentoitoreventhinkaboutitandtheywon’tletmeforgetand-”

“Breathe kid. I know you don’t need to but just take a deep breath with me. Don’t you go getting lost in your own head on me now., Constantine reassured the kid automatically, the sheer hopelessness prompting action long before the words themselves could be understood. Then the rest of him caught up, and he had to pause. Looked up at the kid, saw just how distressed he was. A picture was starting to form in the back of his head, and Constantine didn’t like what he saw one bit. A last-resort power that the normally open Phantom was strangely reticent about. A scream so horrible sounding the rest of the league would not to stop asking questions about it. Terrible memories to match said scream. And one truly miserable child who couldn’t bear to even think about any of it. 

“Phantom... is that your Echo? Screaming?”

A miserable nod is his only response, the tears that had been welling up in the kid’s eyes finally starting to fall. Cursing softly to himself, Constantine stood to leave, bracing himself for the Bat’s inevitable questioning. “Well then you just take all the time you need love, and leave the rest to me. I’ll make sure the rest of those idiots know not to ask you about this ever again.”  And with that Constantine turned and strode towards the door, leaving the quietly sobbing child to collect himself in privacy.

~~~~~

I had a whole-ass lore dump conversation between Constantine and Batman planned here, explaining how death echoes are deeply personal, and asking about one is a taboo on par with, potentially even worse than, asking a ghost about their death outright. Because they are formed from an amalgamation of how a ghost died, their last thoughts, and their final emotions, in some ways asking a ghost about their Echo is like asking them to describe their death in painstaking detail. But uhhh... inspiration bug left. So yea. Side note, I’d like to apologize if my depiction of Constantine’s accent was Bad, I’m but a lowly USAmerican whose only exposure to British accents is through tv ^-^’

#did some minor edits to fix typos and make things flow better when i went back in to add the hyperlink #that being said dont expect too much i wrote this in a bit of an inspiration frenzy lol #and barely edited it after the fact #the snek rambles #the snek writes #snippit #dp x dc #danny phantom #john constantine #idk wtf else to tag this #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #crossover

[bamsara]

sl next chapter no context

#kkasflSHFLKS #tw flashing #sorry its taking me forever but i went back and fixed some things and its longer in length now #i also had to change some dialogue and typos #and general revise and edit stuff #uuuhuhgsuhdgsdhgdsl #sara shush

[feartoxinjelloshot]

clipsverse SWAP AU! for fun! character elaboration under the cut because it gets kind of wordy:

selina's deal is pretty straightforward: she has the typical “saw parents die as a child" backstory, but she’s obviously not a millionare so she’s operating out of some kind of condemned underground parking lot... somewhere. authentic gotham grunge i guess. she’s a functioning alcoholic and i am obsessed with her. she's a hardboiled detective like batman, but tends to be a bit more cynical - sort of like if rorschach from watchmen was a normal person and also didn't hate sex. firefly is her "guy in the chair" similar to what alfred is to batman in canon, minus the surrogate parent part, obviously. public opinion is pretty split on if the bat is a man or a woman under there. i don't really have swap ideas for the robins ironed out, but i'm thinking that cass and stephanie are her robin and red hood equivalents (cass being dick, stephanie being jason). cass would have an allblack bird theme going on, so she might be "crow" or "blackbird" instead of robin. dunno what stephanie's red hood rendition is like. purple hood? i'll figure it out eventually.

bruce’s parents are alive, but he has a terrible relationship with them and with his own wealth so he mitigates the guilt complex by dressing up as a cat to steal and redistribute resources to people who actually need it. he could probably do that in daylight but there is something very wrong with him. i don't think his dumb slutty playboy persona is entirely genuine even without his parents' deaths, but he does lean into it more and incorporate parts of it into his vigilante persona over time. i think this version of bruce is just generally very lonely under the surface. he tries to be normal in his daytime life and he's very bad at it - theft aside, in a certain sense being the cat(man? woman?) is his own break for freedom; he felt a need to plunge himself far into the deep end of what normal society calls a 'freak'. ...writing it out like this, we're probably lucky he didn't start killing people. fortunately batman isn't really that kind of guy in any universe.

meanwhile on the other side of the rails: ivy! her deal is slightly unformed right now due to the fact that the hatter and the joker also swap places in this au - so the hatter is a dangerous, evil mastermind intent on controlling gotham to suit their whims, and the joker is... just a harmless silly little guy. yeah. i don't have swap-hatter's exact personality ironed out yet, so detailing his and ivy's dynamic would be difficult, but i can say that while she is his loyal second-in-command at his table of advisors, she is also plotting against him. ivy is a consistent loner in both mainline cv and here, and while she doesn't have the same tumultuous, antagonistic, emotional relationship with him as harley does with the joker, she is also frankly not interested in being his number one until the end of time. she wants to do it herself and she wants to do it right. this is an ivy who, in lieu of her own world-altering gift, is scraping tooth and nail to successfully supersede the most powerful entity she can her her hands on. the hatter is blissfully unaware of this - we can't all be perfect.

harley, for her part, is very tame in comparison. she mirrors ivy's canonical backstory pretty closely: an esteemed scientist studying stem cell relations who was denied funding, mocked, and forced to experiment on herself to prove a point, unwittingly connecting herself to a worldwide hive-mind of plantlife. this version of harley, while still dressed as a scientist, is far more surface-level emotionally volatile than mainline ivy, more impulsive and irrational, and probably willing to lean much farther into the classic poison ivy reputation as a villainous seductress, to varying degrees of honesty and success. it takes ivy an incredible degree of patience and control to maintain the mental and physical balance she strikes with the green, and this version of harley has far less of both. she lets it use her body as a conduit of earthly rage and she lets the poison infect her skin and organs until mottled and decaying. she's not unhappy, but she's not exactly stable, either.

jonathan is a mysterious, faux-sleazy lounge singer who lost his left arm to a snake bite infection as a child and thereafter became obsessed with the symbolism of the balance of life via games, tricks and questions - winning and losing, birth and death, etc. the ouroboros is a common symbol in his theatrics. he possesses a certain degree of social confidence that the mainline jonathan has never quite been capable of - while he doesn't have the same fervent need for attention as edward, he takes a compulsory delight in the mental influence he achieves on small crowds and will employ many avenues to get ahold of it. he's certainly not outgoing: he keeps almost entirely to himself offstage, uninterested in fame outside of his show persona. unlike mainline jonathan who views the scarecrow as a genuine self-inflicted diety, this jon sees his persona as more of a mantle or responsibility that he must take on in order to discover new truths about the world. like his canon counterpart he is asexual and uninterested in sex, but i imagine that he has less qualms about leading people on as an act to get what he wants from them. he's not terribly famous in his singing career, but he's become a bit of an underground legend for his resolute 1920s-inspired style and occasional genuine debonair charm.

edward in comparison is not nearly as ritualistically compelled as mainline scarecrow, but he’s far less cagey about his own machinations and his mental relationship to them: he lives in a tricked-out barn somewhere on the far outskirts of gotham, and he spends his time as a propmaster creating elaborate saw-trap-esque haunted houses and escape rooms to invoke panic in his “guests”. he wanders the halls of his own houses along with the guests, repairing and tinkering, or just scaring the shit out of them. he also makes a genuine living by making and selling cosplay props and other related objects online; he's developed a bit of an internet presence through this channel, though he's not as fixated on it as the mainline riddler would be. he still craves spectacle and attention, but he's more of a "quality over quantity" guy according to his own standards and is rarely happy with the work he creates, hence the endless roundabout of creation and reinvention.

#that got long mamma mia #edit: fixed some typos. my personal hell #scribbles #clipsverse #swap au #batman rogues #batman #catwoman #poison ivy #harley quinn #jonathan crane #edward nygma #cvswap

[herebecritters]

First of all, let me start by saying, Geshtu is absolutely, completely, and irrevocably insane.

Of the three, he is the least sane. Now this isn’t me saying “HAHA HES COOKOO HAHA WOW WHAT A MANIAC” No it’s not like that at all. You see, the thing about Geshtu is that he doesn’t seem “insane” at all, in fact, compared to Nergal and Dumuzi he comes across as perfectly put together.

The thing about Geshtu is that he is completely convinced by his own delusions. And he has convinced himself so fully of these delusions that he has not only sold them to himself but also to others. The voices he hears, to him, are completely real. He believes so wholeheartedly that he is a vessel for Theias voice that he puts on this complete and divine demeanor. He seems more sane than the others because he carries himself that way.

Dumuzi knows she has problems and she hides from them. Nergal definitely knows he has some screws loose but he embraces it. Geshtu, meanwhile, instead of pushing down his insanity like Dumuzi or embracing it like Nergal, he strides side by side with his.

Now let’s go back to the late Cretaceous where Geshtu grew up. Small groups of family camps were common throughout the Mesozoic, even moreso than villages such as where Cro, Dumuzi, and Nergal were raised. These groups would travel to trade with other family camps, exchanging information, intermingling, ect. But afterwards they’d return to their own family burrow to live their lives. They were foragers and hunters. Geshtus family in particular specialized in fishing and insect hunting.

Geshtu was still Geshtu. He was always a little more quiet and methodical than his other siblings, traits he’s kept with him.

So I’ve mentioned on the backstory posts before how most mammals during the Mesozoic lived nocturnally for their own safety. The large reptilian predators at the time were mostly diurnal so there was less risk of being ripped apart and eaten at night. But there are always exceptions.

One night, as the family was waking to begin their evening routines, there was a scratching above the burrow. And then the ceiling fell through.

A pack of stenonychosaurus, a species of Troodontid, had dug their way into the burrow. They had been invaded. The Stenonychosaurus pack flooded into the burrow and made short work of maiming and devouring the entire family.

Geshtu got hurt, not horribly but enough to cause him to fall and become temporarily disoriented. He would be next if he did not find a place to hide. As he frantically looked around, he noticed a beam of moonlight breaking through the torn overhead of his families burrow. The light washed over a bundle of rocks and debris that had fallen from the ceiling and there was a small gap between them. Small enough for him to fit.

While the troodons were preoccupied with their current meals, Geshtu managed to crawl over to the small opening and discreetly push himself inside it undetected. And he hid there, unable to do anything but watch and wait as his family was torn apart in front of him.

Eventually the troodons finished feeding, were filled, and left. Not much was left behind, save for a few bodies still intact. Geshtu cautiously creeped out of his hiding spot after the coast was clear and went to check on what bodies he could, hoping to find survivors. He found one body that seemed fairly intact, he dragged it out of the pile of death and tried to lift it up into a sitting position. It fell back over with a heavy thud. Blood was everywhere, his tail dragged in it, it coated his hands. No one but him was left alive among the wreckage.

Realizing the hopelessness of his endeavor he backed up against the burrow wall. He covered his eyes with his hands, hoping that by not being able to see the wreckage anymore, it would disappear. Maybe when he removed his hands it would have turned out to all be a nightmare. But when he did, everything was still as it had been.

The moonlight shone down on him from the burrows exit. Its guidance had saved him from the slaughter, so he decided to follow it again. He limped out of the burrow into the open night and made his way to the family creek that sat just outside to wash the blood off his hands. It was then that he caught his reflection in the water. The blood from his hands had marked his face and he could see it now. And, reflected above his head in the water, he saw the moon. Full and bright and comforting. He took this as a sign that the moon had marked him, and he was reborn under it. So he ceased washing it away, stood up, stared at the moon, and began to follow it.

And so Geshtu walked. And walked. And walked. Staring up at the moon the entire time. He needed to understand. He needed to know why this happened and why it had saved him. He walked for a long time. And when the moon dipped below the atmosphere and the sun rose, he’d slink into whatever shelter he could find to rest. But when the moon arose again, he’d come out, and continue his pilgrimage, always staring directly at the moon, resulting in him moonblinking himself.

The more he walked, the more the pain faded. He grew more at peace the longer he walked and stared. Like the moon herself was taking away all the hurt for him. His circumstance began to feel less like a tragedy and more like fate. Eventually, he could hear her singing. First just a light humming, but eventually he began to hear words along with it. Crisp and clear and ringing throughout him. She spoke her name, Theia.

He walked for a very long time. Probably a few years. Just him and the moon. He traveled far, restaining his markings whenever he had the opportunity. He was born in blood and would be forever stained by it. On his journey, he’d occasionally run into passerby’s and other burrows, but these meetings were short and fleeting.

One night though, the moon led him into a small village. And when Geshtu entered, he knew he heard Theia say, “Here.”

At first the villagers were unsure of him but helping other mammals traveling through was not unheard of for him. And Geshtu looked rough. He was a strange foreign vagabond with even stranger markings. But he showed them no hostility and they took him in and fed him. He was quiet but otherwise was grateful and polite.

Eventually he started murmuring prophesies to the people there. Little ones like “theia says the ridge to the west has the best seed gatherings” or “Theia warns not to go near the badlands on this night, there’s something malicious there…” and, by complete chance, almost all of these ended up true.

So now people were convinced that he really could hear the moon speaking to him and that the Theia was their friend. She was looking out for the little creatures of the night, who lived hiding in fear of the monsters of the daylight. And so Geshtu became trusted as the Villages Shaman, sent by Theia herself. He was the one people went to for divine advice

And that’s how he found his place there. He was convinced that his family HAD to die for this greater purpose. It was all supposed to happen. He was meant to come here and he was meant to save these people. The voices guide him to protect these creatures of the night, he is simply an agent of Theia. He believes wholeheartedly in everything Theia tells him. And…they say if you believe something hard enough the energy can manifest itself into reality. And so they eventually would. He, Dumuzi, and Nergal would eventually will themselves into godhood and bring forth a horror unlike any other.

#happy tree friends #htf #htf be brave #htf geshtu #loretime #WOW A BIG OL LORE POST???? #THIS TOOK ME SO LOOOOONG BUT I DID IT #I love Geshtu btw did you know that? #I’ve been sitting on this story for a while #a little edgy I know but #that was long ago #but a little explanation for some of Geshtus little quirks #just little insights into who the trio are and how they ended up where they are now #don’t worry I have silly stuff in the works too! #I swear! #his shaman attire is based off a 9000 year old Neolithic shaman burial found in germany #the Bad Dürrenberg Shaman if anyone is interested #I’ll probably be editing in the future to fix my inevitable typos that I know I have but constantly miss as per usual #bear with me HAHA

[chains-of-others]

World's worst father/daughter relationship! Countless deaths, even more injured.

#angela lobcorp #ayin lobcorp #lobotomy corporation #project moon #projmoon #repost bc i saw something that i didn't like while at the toilet and i had to fix it. and add some details. #on the og i had written something about being sorry for putting eyebags on ayin and making him look like yisang. #i thought about it and i'm not sorry now. this man is a war criminal and his gf is dead HE HAS EYEBAGS. he doesn't sleep at night. #he passes out and benjamin gives him a blanket and a little kiss on the forehead. #my art #edit: TYPO???

[bnesszai]

skk Valentine's seek day 4: almost too late / "your beauty never scared me" @bsdfanweek

I was gonna add unrequited too but, as usual, this did not turn out as i had planned. Enjoy<3

***

Dazai trips over himself, cursing the pain in his ankle.

Blood spills from Chuuya's lips alongside a manic laugh. His body trembles, but the smile doesn't fade. Orbs of pure gravitational force manifest in his palms. He's about to toss them, about to ruin innocent landscape, but Dazai finally reaches him. Dazai's fingers circle around Chuuya's wrist and they both tumble to the ground.

Hissing, Dazai curls onto his side, drawing Chuuya in close. His body aches all over. The fight was supposed to be rather easy, rather routine. But unexpected players entered the field and when Dazai, caught off guard, screamed in pain, Chuuya hadn't hesitated in activating corruption.

“Shit,” a voice between clenched teeth, tucked into Dazai's chest.

“I was slow,” Dazai murmurs into Chuuya's hair. I'm sorry goes unspoken. Always. There are never apologies between them. Dazai thinks that's what makes their partnership work, but wonders if it is also what makes them fall apart.

Chuuya coughs. “Are you okay?”

Despite the rattling of his bones, Dazai huffs out a laugh. “Really, Chibi? You're asking me that?”

“Shut up, then,” Chuuya groans and tries to move. Dazai clutches him tighter. “Let me go, asshole “

“You know,” Dazai says before he can stop himself. “Your beauty never scared me.”

Chuuya goes still in his arms.

“The beauty of destruction has never scared me, but….”

After a moment, Chuuya curls a hand into Dazai's shirt. “But what?”

“The idea that I might be too late….that it might consume you…. that's—” His voice breaks.

“Shut the hell up, moron,” Chuuya says, burrowing his face further into Dazai's chest. “My head is killing me. I'm gonna take a nap.”

That's another thing about the two of them. They never speak in honest terms. They tiptoe around topics, using teasing remarks and aggression as shields against truths.

You won't let that happen, Chuuya doesn't say with words, but instead with his calm, even breathing.

Dazai wonders if Chuuya can hear the bleeding confessions in his heartbeats.

#skk #bsd #ness writes #once again did this without glasses on and without editing ✌️ #it's okay #sol will tell me if there are glaring typos fidjgosnfk #italics are too hard to do on mobile so. might fix some thinfs later on comupter #might not. meh xP

[bayleafpaprika]

not to hate on non-OP fans who watch just ep 1071 and/or 1072 to check out the hype and make commentaries, but why would you though? you have zero context aside from "toon force", which is the most superficial aspect of this power-up. nor do you have any idea why gear 5 matters so much thematically, how gear 5 affects the political balance in the OP world, how it's reshaped the narrative and re-contextualized so much of what came before, how much it substantiates Luffy's character and character purpose, how many questions and answers it brought about regarding the underlying history of the OP universe, etc. etc. the animation is amazing, of course, but it would've been nothing if the nature and narrative intents of gear 5 hadn't been foreshadowed throughout hundreds of episodes. this was a buildup years in the making on the foundations of 20+ arcs. those are the reasons why fans have been hyped

#one piece #monkey d luffy #gear 5 #rant #bc im so SO tired of comparisons from non-fans who watch an ep or a clip and are a-holes about how it's 'overhyped' #my dude my bro it's not for you #this isn't made for you bc you didn't watch or read the animanga #you dont know the story- 'but i followed the play-by-play on social media-' NO THAT'S NOT THE SAME THING #aarrrgh #edit: fixed some typos and made clarifications

[ana-bananya]

Ghada Karyym is a previous recipient of the Green Skills Award and one of the first technicians in photovoltaic solar energy systems in Gaza. Before the events of Oct. 7th, she was working on finishing her education so she could start her own renewable energy business. Now, she's been forced to abandon her dreams and focus on the survival of her and her family. Her father is in need of medical treatment for injuries he sustained in a car accident in August of 2023 and Ghada herself suffers from a ruptured eardrum caused by the loud noise of the bombings. Please donate and share to help her and her family evacuate.

Ghada posts updates on Instagram under her username @/ghadazaki14

#Palestine #free palestine #gaza #mutual aid #*edited to fix some spelling mistakes and typos

[whispers-of-masser]

:3c

I am here to request something a lil angsty.... Dear nebarra being injured and ldb tries to take care of him

Wounds and Warmth

✧ Nebarra x LDB ✧ Angst; 830 words ♫ "Stubborn" - RIELL, "Gravedigger" - Adam Jensen ✒ I'm so so sorry this took so long Dali, I'm still not happy with it but it's all I got, I hope it's okay enough

Nebarra didn't like lizards. He never had, and probably never would – especially not after today. Being sent flying from a single sweep of a dragon's tail had seen to that.

Of course, the creature just had to attack when it was when it was foggy and raining. In the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but woodland and ruins. All Nebarra could see of it were the flames it spewed; by the time he saw the tail, it was too late.

The spiked appendage had shattered his ward in a heartbeat, flung him away like a child's rag doll and into a crumbling stone wall. Though it had only been a glancing blow, it had still been equivalent to one of your gods-damned shouts, possibly stronger. If the beast had hit him full-force, Nebarra would have been utterly shattered, armour and bones splintered, pieces of him scattered across the earth.

As it was, however, the only things that had shattered were his pride, a couple of ribs... and his potions.

Again.

Honestly, he'd never live this down. It was as if history was repeating itself, circling back to the day you found him, saved him.

It was humiliating, infuriating.

Even more so when he found he couldn't stand, his limbs numb, ribs screaming in protest at his attempts. He... he couldn't guard you, now.

But you didn't seem to need him. A minute later, the ground shook, powerful wingbeats whipping the rain into a frenzy all around. There was a roar, a gout of fire in the sky – and in its light, he could just make out the form of the dragon retreating to the skies, flying away to the eastern crags.

...Coward.

Once it was out of sight, you rushed to Nebarra's side, tugging off your helm and dropping to a knee beside him. "Nebarra!" You had to shout to be heard over the rain. "Are you alright?"

"Think I cracked some ribs," he coughed, but not loud enough – you only frowned in confusion, tapped your ears.

Nebarra didn't have the breath to speak any louder; instead, he managed a shake of his head and a gesture to his ribs. You seemed to contemplate for a moment, then shouted, "Let's get you to shelter, first. Come on, I'll help you."

...Help him?

He stared at your outstretched hand, something bitter churning in his gut. Then, slowly, reluctantly, he took it, groaning in pain as you helped him to his feet.

It was a brief but agonizing walk into the ruins; you led him to one of the towers that seemed a little more intact than the others, its door still on its hinges, the wood only half-rotted.

Nebarra pulled away from you the moment he was inside, stumbling over to the wall – and promptly sinking to the floor, hissing in pain. As the rain thundered outside in a muted roar, you followed him, fumbling with your bag.

"I'm out of potions, damnit... I know some basic Restoration skills though, so–"

"No."

You froze. "What?"

"I said, no," he snarled.

"...Why? Nebarra, did you hit your head or something?"

You reached out towards him, but he batted your hand away, growling, "I don't need help." His teeth were bared and gritted behind his helm. "And I don't want it. Especially – especially not from you."

He couldn't stand for you to see him like this.

But the pain had clouded his mind, muddled his judgement, and his words were poorly chosen, bringing a horrible expression to your face – hurt.

It morphed quickly into anger, your lips curling in a snarl, brows angling sharply downwards. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise your own gods-damned pride could heal you better than I ever could. I'll just leave you to it then – but wait, that's right, it can't." You slammed your fist against the wall just beside his head, golden light haloed around it. "So take your pick, Nebarra. You can sit here like a fool with nothing but your pain and your pride, hoping it doesn't kill you, or you can let me help you."

He stared. "...Why? Why do you keep helping me?"

"I don't know! Maybe because I'm as much a fool as you – for you."

There was no way he'd just heard you correctly. The pain was making him delirious, the pounding rain outside echoing in his head, distorting his hearing. But your face... your eyes...

Something burned in them. It made him feel... feel...

"...Alright," he hissed. "Fine. Do it, quick. But so help me, if you mess anything up–"

"Just shut up," you snapped, raising your other hand, magic flickering to life in your palm, "and lie still."

And as the magic poured around Nebarra, he tried to tell himself it was the cause of the warmth he suddenly felt. Not... not you, your determined persistence in caring about him, of all people. Not any feelings that gave him.

It was just... the magic.

#nebarra #nebarra skyrim #skyrim nebarra #whisper writes #can you tell i don't know how injuries work #but a “serious” injury was the only way i could conceivably see him needing and accepting our help #also i barely edited this because i have a killer headache rn so im sorry if there's typos or words missing; i'll do some more fixing later #writing requests

[sansofhumor]

I was asking about when papyrus swears in the newsletter itself lol <33

He doesn't swear in the newsletter tho??? I thought you might be referring to that but he doesn't swear haha

That isn't a swear lol. It's not even a censor it's an em dash probably though it is also probably a reference/shout out since Mr fox seems relatively in touch with the fandom. If it was a censor it'd have another dash ---- to represent what word he isn't saying. Unless you're telling me he said "what the ass"

I promise I reread the interview a billion times to find a swear unless I'm over looking something haha

#misc #chats #undertale newsletter #normally an em dash would be represented by -- instead of --- #though ive seen both #also idk if dashes are a thing in japanese medja #which toby gets a lot of his cadence from #his ellipses for example #i also think if tue swear was censored itd be comic book fashion #you know #$@!* style #i am not going back and fixing the typos lol #muddle. #edit in the tags #it is an em dash #- = dash #-- = en dash #--- = em dash #i got confused bc of how some word documents auto format dashes #all of his punctuation is spaced out like that note the quotation marsk #and also when he uses ellipses

[pinkeoni]

I know ppl are tired of it but the Whe*lers get their own tiny section in my AIDS post

#i know i know debating the politicality of the wheelers is so tired #but i cant made a whole analysis about the AIDS metaphor in the show and NOT talk about the family #WHO HAS A REAGAN SIGN IN THE FRONT LAWN #but maybe some of the wheeler apologists will be pleasantly surprised who knkws #and i dont think their evil. i think they are just exactly upper middle class family at that time #reagan was a very popular candidate #but more in the actual post #wheeler family #robin rambles #edit to tags ignore my typos im not fixing it on mobile and its late and i. need to go to bed

[shrikeseams]

While I don't personally go in for Maedhros-in-Angband torture porn (as a matter of personal taste), I do think he was subject to a quick, dirty, and thoroughly nasty interrogation for military and political intelligence before he was stapled to the cliffside.

And I also think it is very rational and probable that he told his kin about it after his rescue. Not in a graphic way, but in a 'this is the information they got out of me' way, and also 'these are the general techniques they used to do it' way. Because intelligence and counter-intelligence are an important part of warfare, and the Noldor would want to find ways to subvert Morgoth's interrogation methods. And nobody moreso than the leaders of the hidden cities.

Which is all to say that it seems probable that Finrod was able to successfully resist Sauron's magical interrogation because he'd spent that last *mumble mumble* years experimenting and tweaking means to do just that, specifically, based on intelligence from Maedhros.

#Tolkien #Science and sparkiness does not apply to weapons alone! #Although I think the noldor had limited capacity to *spy* on Morgoth's forces #They had excellent reason to put a lot of effort into *counterintelligence* #This is also a good topic for Galadriel and Melian to collaborate on #It seems unlikely that finrod's methods would have worked for most of the population though #*edited to fix some typos

[mildmayfoxe]

didn’t even clear off my desk today. just sat in bed all day long. everybody clap

#i did edit some photos & do my patreon reqards postin* #whatever i’m not fixing that you can figure it out (typos) #and cleaned my air purifier in my room. but THATS IT!! #chatpost #success! this user took a day off! #i did play some totk too i’m trying to find #christ. to GIVE* it another change #CHANCE #typing on an ipad is a fucking might #BIGHTMARE #HAHAHAH god. whatever #ok bye