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void-and-virtue · 10 months
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Adaptation of Macbeth in which Macduff’s parents are just. A gay couple. One of his dads is trans. This feels like the ideal punchline to ‘none of woman born’
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disguisedcheezed · 2 months
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goofy ahh corpse.
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lotus-pear · 3 months
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do you ever think about the tragic fact that odasaku's dying words to dazai were to become a good man, to be on the side that saves people.....which leads to the creation of the beast universe as dazai, in his grief and denial, finds the book and alters reality with the mentality "then....that means saving you too, right?"
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corantus · 11 days
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merch poll!!
been debating about what to do for my first merch run for a long time, and i think it's gotta be the lesbian bears. so i am hoping to sell stickers of these girls sometime this year
putting it to a vote, i'm trying to decide between a sticker sheet or selling stickers of each bear individually (with the option to buy all 4 as a bundle). which would you buy:
⬇️ in case u needed to remember how cute they are
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eerna · 1 month
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how life feels now that I've decided not to graduate this year
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chromatasia · 2 months
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little au idea i had based on art i saw where the three different clover routes are all in one route (geno clover resets and ends up in the pacifist timeline and neutral route… who knows how they got there)
maybe ill write a fic for it. the title would be “three clovers don’t make a patch” :p
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flowercoasts · 2 years
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oh i can’t WAIT for bells hells to fully exploit their relationship with vox machina. they start telling keyleth about everything, all the time. keyleth’s in the middle of a diplomatic summit and imogen pops into her head and starts talking about the dream she had last night. whitestone becomes like a second home to bells hells and all of a sudden percy and vex have to deal with 7 absolute weirdos who keep claiming that the robot one is growing new body parts every day. meanwhile said 7 weirdos are just squatting in their house plotting murder and scaring the staff. pike gets calls from fcg asking how religion works.
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stuckinapril · 2 months
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#I’m only very rarely inclined to get this intimate w my thoughts so I might as well say it NOW butttt I will never not see the dead children#In everything I do#Like legit#I’ve read up on Hind so extensively and seen so many photos of her#And I have a very healthy relationship w the popular Palestinian journalists so she’s not my blorbo or anything#But hearing that memo destroyed me bc bisan is only 23 and she seemed so vivacious#Idk like I do normal people things I can’t just pause on my life#But idk how it feels like to sit at a boba place and enjoy my pearl milk tea w my friends#While the horrors over there don’t just lurk the back of my mind. I do normal things and I’m guilty for having the luxury#And as an Iraqi girl I’m living in the literal ideal timeline#Where my mom decided to immigrate to the us and that’s why I’m here living a normal life like everyone else#It’s like in a different world if I were born in a different time it could’ve so easily been me. I’m one of the Lucky Ones idk#It’s not survivor’s guilt bc it’s not like I had to survive anything like I never had the chance to live in Iraq or anything#But like. If some things had fallen just a little differently#And I keep thinking about how I’d feel if it were happening to Iraq and people behaved the way they’re doing to Palestinians#I’d be so mad#And some people on here are dealing w assholes while bursting at the seams w grief#For losing their loved ones#This is why I’m so fucking angry at anyone who’s complicit#This was a major tangent but basically I feel weird about doing normal things now while simultaneously knowing I can’t just sit and wallow#And watch life pass by as if it’ll do anything#Misery is not a home but I’m struggling to be 100% normal#And I think that this tonal dissonance is reflecting on my blog too bc I can’t go back to just#Posting about all the other normal things I used to. Like I want to but sometimes I feel off.#Is this anything. I haven’t slept all night#I can’t just allow myself to lose interest in everything I used to like and be and just fade away but maybe it’s about accepting that this#Will also always be a part of me now. It’s that awareness that shadows everything I do#or maybe I need a therapist it’s a toss up#I’ll probably feel better once I get my day started but this was cathartic to voice I think#p
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starflungwaddledee · 2 months
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i am probably going to regret going down this rabbit hole but.... what programs are the go-to for playing around with animation these days? just for fun.
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oifaaa · 8 months
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Been thinking of the Jason time travel au and I know you mentioned that Jason’s death is not something that has to happen. Like whether or not he dies isn’t set in stone in this new timeline. So like would Jason disappear from that timeline and reappear back where he should be if his tiny self doesn’t die? Bc I think that could have some really interesting potential. I mean, adult Jason could just disappear entirely (lol rip) or nothing changes and there’s forever 2 Jasons. Idk the time travel aspect really interests me bc there’s so many theories regarding how it could work
I do tend to go with the easiest least complicated time travel method which is obviously to just say once Jason goes back in time he has now created a new timeline that runs parallel to the original one to try and keep things as simple as possible so basically it looks like this
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youchangedmedestiel · 2 months
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Sometimes I lay in bed trying to fall alseep, and I'm like: "Alright brain, let's figure it out. Where are we going with this fic?" And that's mostly how works my writing process.
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hoofpeet · 1 year
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I just want you to know that i think about that ingo messenger of sinnoh au every day. i have a playlist for it i listen to on the way to work and everything. absolute daydream material <3
OUGH THATS COOL .... I don't even have 1 submas Playlist that is so pog ... Iwill have to draw more of that concept some time
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saucefunk · 2 months
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would genuinely love to see some sort of non-film saw spin-off. comics would be an ideal medium (exhibit a: saw rebirth, despite being non-canon); a whole breadth of already established and new characters, vignettes of life in saw city, events directly before or after film instalments could be explored…
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indecisive-v · 5 months
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coping
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vroomian · 1 year
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Kinda rough points for the platonic ideal of a Gerard. Just ideas at this point lol
Jason shot and wounded stumbles into a maze of alleys, hears someone singing and playing the guitar. That’s fucking weird ™ Because people don’t sing in crime alley.
He follows the music to an abandoned building, climbs in, and stumbles across a girl who seems very unimpressed with the whole situation. Her hair is, of course, black and curly, her skin is pale, and her eyes are a very dark blue magnified by her thick glasses. Her ratty oversized sweater makes her look even smaller than she is.
Jason adds another point to the “am I actually cursed to deal with Wayne nonsense for the rest of my unlife ??” collum, because this kid is adoption bait, down to the deadpan look on her face.
Jason can’t get this Obviously Homeless Child to leave , because ‘I was here first’ is a pretty good justification in crime alley. Then it’s too late and the people who shot Jason show up outside, and they’re both trapped.
“Fucking really,” the kid says flatly.
Jason kinda likes the twerp despite himself. What a tiny asshole.
“I’ll lead him away,” Jason says, despite being Swiss cheesed. “Stay here.”
“Normally I'd agree,” the kid says, “but your blood is mostly on the outside. If you go out you’ll die.”
She’s right. Jason’s still not about to let this kid be killed because of him.
the kid looks out the window and sighs like he’s deeply annoying. “Okay. Fine. I’ll take care of it I guess. Can I have a gun. “
What.
“What,” Jason says.
The kid makes grabby hands towards the gun in his hands. Jason let’s her take it because it’s out of bullets anyway and he’s very confused.
“Wait no,” Jason says. “Do not go out there and get in a gun fight,”
“Obviously,” she says. She holds the gun kind of awkwardly, but the way she clicked the safely off speaks of familiarity. “But if red hood dies, no one keeps Batman out of the narrows.”
“Why does that matter?”
“Because Batman won’t let metas live in Gotham,” she says and leans out the window before Jayson can stop her. Pressure builds and builds until jaysons hair stood on end, instincts screaming at him. The girl's eyes gain pinpricks of glowing red in the iris.
“It’s high noon,” she says, an odd echo to her voice, as if she was calling down a long tunnel.
It’s like three am. Jason can still feel the blinding heat of a harsh midday sun on his face.
There are eight men in the alley below them, and one of them points upwards at the girl — but it’s too late.
“Draw.”
The girl pulls the trigger . The crack is defaning, even through the sound filters of Jason’s helmet. The heat vanishes, but the wariness doesn’t.
Down below, all eight men collapse at the same time. Jason can make out the neat little holes in each of their foreheads. Clean headshots.
The girl shakes her head, hands Jason the gun back and rubs her eyes. “Ow. Hate doing that.”
“What was that????”
“Don’t worry about it. Here, hold this thing,” she tosses him a baseball. “Embrace tranquility or whatever.”
“???” Jason says when the base ball begins to float and glow, this time gold -- and matching the pinpricks of gold light in the girl’s irises. Before he has time to drop it, he can feel his chest begin to knit together. “You can heal?”
“No,” Her face is completely straight. “It’s definitely not me. There’s no metas in gotham. Especially not in the narrows. That’d just be asking to get captured and sold.”
Jason glanced out the window, at the eight dead men, and the calm face of the girl. She couldn’t be more than twelve but there was no regret, or hesitation in her expression. Not the first time she’d killed.
“I can put you up in a safe house,” Jason says.
“Haha, death first. I’m not getting involved with your caped nonsense. I’m going to go to college and become an accountant.”
Argue about it till the orb fizzles out and Jason agrees to leave reluctantly. He knows how alley kids are, and forcing the issue won’t help.
“Whats your name?” He asks.
“……Gerard” she says, not changing her expression.
“You don’t look like a Gerard.”
“I’ll have you know that I am the platonic ideal of a Gerard. If you look Gerard up online you’ll find me and only me.”
Man Jason likes this kid. “Sure. See you around Gerry.”
“Man I hope not. Don’t forget to clean up your mess. I like this spot and I don’t need eu de corpse outside all day.”
Brat. Jason goes out the window, baseball in hand. Behind him, there’s a moment of quiet, and then the music starts up again. 
“Now Jesus died for them its true. What’s a devil to do? When the saints go marching in, I won’t be there because I love my sins…”
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frothy-commissions · 7 months
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I had a dream that Fionna and Cake made Fionna, Gumball, and Marshall an open poly and I feel like my third eye was forced open.
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