#idk where this is going

[danksy-ns]

They hold my heart dearly

> the finished one is here

#idk where this is going #maybe i'll do more #maybe that will always stay like that #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #cass apocalyptic series #cas fanart tag #rottmnt bad future

[ninjathrowingstork]

More Renfield potato content but I can't stop thinking about this moment,

Ugh it's the first time he's seen it's possible to stand up to someone that much stronger, even if it means knowing they could kill you she'd rather go down fighting than be paid off and be owned by the mob like the rest of the department

And then

The great war. WWI.

Sure he catches himself and does know recent global events, but it means something that it's the earlier war he thinks of first. If we're basing his age off Dwight Frye's, then he'd have been fifteen when the war started, just turning nineteen when it ended. He grew up during the war that wiped out most of a generation, maybe older boys he'd known. Did young Robert Montague Renfield also join, once he was of age near the end of the war? Did he at all see action in the final years? He'd already lived in a world where he'd feel powerless against the constant death and horror of the war.

And then, being young and studying to be a lawyer in the 20s, seeing the glitz and money and industry rising around him, and then just passing the exams in 1930-31 (in Dracula, Jonathan only learns he's passed as he's leaving to meet the Count) and the early years of the Depression and stock market crash, and he's a young father and trying to make this business deal that might set his career and provide for his family as the market is fading from under him, he's grasping for any way to keep up the career and family and life that a businessman is expected to in his generation, and then. And then he meets this aristocrat who promises him immortality, to not die like so many others he'd known, to have access to prestige and society and wealth that he's craved, if only in exchange for his service. And back then, it was more common for a gentleman to have a valet, after all, and his own father might have employed one himself. But he was also alone, no one else knowing where he'd traveled to and seeing this power and monstrosity from one man, being terrified and weak and isolated he just broke. The person he'd been before was gone, traded for a trickle of physical strength and the status of serving an aristocrat and by the time society rotated and that social power didn't mean as much, it was too late for him to have walked away without being shown that was even possible. He's traded his freedom for the assurance he wouldn't die, wouldn't be vulnerable to the uncertainties of the world he'd grown up in, but he says The Great War because that was the last one he was actually free and a person for.

#idk where this is going #and i might do an actual analysis of how Dracula did influence him to join #using very human methods #but while Refield gave up the decision making in his life he was very much being influenced in that choice #renfield

[cherrywhite]

When the silt verses characters start talking about beginnings and endings >>>>

#I LOVE that this is a recurring phrase #the silt verses #and how this goes hand in hand with the narrative format #between (for lack of better word) action scenes dispersed with monologues of characters describing whats happening #bc they're all vying to tell their story #the truths the lies all filtered through their own perspectives and beliefs #and something something how these stories can become manipulated #how we see this with faulkner's bit of the verses in s2.1 and now with the promised bride's story #idk where this is going #i just love that this phrase has been a constant since s1

[breadandblankets]

wip wednesday to celebrate me writing thru my pain haze:

“I wanted to tell you what a good job you did out there today.” “Yeah?” Duke raises an eyebrow at him. “Don’t strain yourself, old man.” Bruce snort-laughs, a very undignified and Bruce-like gesture. Something “Brucie” and, heaven forbid, Batman, would never do in a million years. “There is no pride muscle, at least not in my studies.” Well… If Bruce was going to leave himself wide open like that, of course Duke was going to poke. “Of course not,” Duke teasingly rolls his eyes. “Did they even have gay people in the stone age?” “I suppose they did,” Bruce says, matching Duke’s tone. “If I was there.”

#duke thomas #bruce wayne #batfam #bread talk #idk where this is going #honestly it just started with bruce trying (and failing thanks future vision) to sneak up on duke #and i think i want this to be a “ur overworking urself” “i am not overworking shit in fact im underworking so there" #teacher tells you to pace yourself and you tell them to fuck themself ya know? #anyway #i just like bruce and duke's dynamic #ive talked about this with z ad nauseam but i love them theyre so silly

[aduckwithears]

The bookshop post season 2 - Muriel has been cheerfully informing all the other shopkeepers on Whickber street that Mr. Fell has gone to Heaven. Shocked and saddened, they bring grief-appropriate gifts like fruit baskets.

That's all fine until Crowley shows up to just, you know, check on things, and Muriel tries to give him an apple because it's 'red like his hair'

#idk where this is going #but i'm procrastinating #so have a fic prompt i guess #good omens s2 #good omens #crowley #muriel #fic prompt #just musings really #a duck talks #good omens spoilers

[the-badger-mole]

A Gift

Another year, Zuko told himself. Another year and he could put this house, his father and his sister far behind him. He just had to wait another year and he could leave and find a job and start his life. It might be tough, but he'd sleep on the streets if it meant he could finally escape this place. He threw himself on his bed and screamed into the pillows. He missed his mother. He missed his uncle. He missed who he was before everything went horribly wrong. Or rather got horribly worse, because his life had never been right.

"I wish someone would take me away from here," he muttered. His cheek still stung from where his father had backhanded him for some slight or other. It hardly mattered what he did. Ozai would find a reason. The only thing he could do to fight back was to meet his father's eyes with that stoic gaze that infuriated Ozai so much. Zuko had left his father seething with rage as he walked off calmly to his room. Azula had poked her head out of her room when she heard Zuko come up the stairs, and she shot him a look of such contempt, as if he were a pile of dog crap she'd just stepped in.

"How did you disappoint Dad today?" she sneered at him. Zuko just ignored her and locked his bedroom door behind him. He had a bit saved up. By the following year, it might even be enough for a deposit on a crappy apartment. Zuko knew that the chances were better than good that Ozai would throw him out as soon as he was of age, and he had done his best to prepare himself for that since he was 13. Back then, he thought he could move in with his uncle, but that wasn't an option anymore. Iroh had left him some money in his will, but Zuko wouldn't be able to access any of it until he was 21 without Ozai's permission. So he would have to find a way to survive until then.

The wrong brother was dead, Zuko thought bitterly for not the first time. The wrong parent was dead. Everything was just wrong. But there was little Zuko could do to fix it until his next birthday.

Sighing, he reached down and pulled out a well worn book from under his bed. It was a collection of fairytales his mother had read to him and his sister when they were very young and untouched by his father's blatant favoritism. Ozai would set the book on fire if he knew that Zuko had it. Fortunately, he hadn't been interested in setting foot in his son's room in years, and Zuko's mother had kept the book on his shelf. Now it was almost falling apart, and Zuko's heart broke for the day when it would be too delicate for him to open again. Tonight, he opened to one of his favorite tales, about a boy who was whisked away from his evil, unappreciative family and ended up married to the queen of the fairies.

"I wish it was real. I wish someone would take me away from here," he whispered again.

His windows flew open with a burst of wild wind. The curtains fluttered erratically, before settling again. There was someone standing in the window. She was shorter than Zuko by a good half foot, but as she looked down at Zuko from the window, her presence seemed to fill the room and dwarf Zuko. She wore a dark cape with a dramatically flared collar. It glinted in the dim light of Zuko's room, and he realized that there were gems sewn onto it. Her skin was bronzy brown which offset her icy blue eyes startlingly. She was beautiful, the way a predatory cat was beautiful. Zuko was frozen in fear, which only grew sharper when she smiled at him. She looked like she was up to no good. Zuko knew who she was immediately. She looked just like the illustration in his mother's book.

"You're the Goblin Queen," he whispered. She nodded her head once. Zuko took a step backward. "I must be dreaming."

"You're not," the Goblin Queen assured him, her voice was wry and throaty, almost like she was laughing at him. "I heard your wish, Zuko."

"My...wish?" he repeated.

"You wanted someone to take you away from here," she said. "I'm here to deliver." She pointed out the window, but the lawn and the street beyond it were gone. Instead, he was looking out across a browning field of wheat that led to a labyrinth, and in the distance, a castle perched on a dark mountain.

"What?" Zuko shook his head, breathlessly.

"You will go there," the Queen said. "To my castle. If you are worthy, you may stay." Zuko swallowed nervously and looked at the Queen.

"And if I'm not worthy?" he asked. The Queen's eyes glinted in what Zuko couldn't decide was mischief or malevolence.

"You can turn back," she said. "Perhaps your father will let you live to see 18. I doubt it, though." Zuko's nostrils flared and he clenched his fists at his sides, but he didn't otherwise react to the threat. The Queen seemed amused at him. He turned away from her and looked out over the labyrinth.

"You should get started." The Queen came up behind him, running her hands up his shoulders, and murmured in his ear. "It's farther than you think, and time is short." She took Zuko's hand and turned him to face a tree with a ticking clock fixed to it's trunk. "You have thirteen hours to solve the Labyrinth and make it to my castle, or you'll be lost forever to your world and this one." The Queen leaned up and kissed Zuko's cheek, then she stepped back, fading into the air.

"Good luck," she said, before she faded completely out of existence.

#atla #zutara #the labyrinth au #idk where this is going #obviously katara didn't take azula #and zuko probably wouldn't want her back if she had #spooOOOoooky halloween everybody!🎃 #THE YEAR OF CONTENT

[actual-corpse]

Saw a YT vid with the title, "Fandom Can't Handle Asexuality"

You're right, they can't... Because it doesn't fucking exist to them.

#aroace #asexual #enby people arent real either #we're told to stop using neopronouns and to stop being aroace bc 'nobody will take LGBT seriously' #keep being exclusionary #i dont want to be your friend if you're gonna act like that #I'm a genderqueer aroace person who's pronouns are it/its and you're gonna fucking respect that or be called a bigot #this shit has got to stop #also... because it matters #dont be ableist #ever. just dont #one of the main reasons i hate Alastor so much... is the fandom's treatment of him as a character #most of them completely erase his sexuality in favor of shitty crack ships. #I think a QPR with Lucifer or Rosie is a cute idea! but that's it #keep Vox pining for Alastor... that's great too #its like when I tried to erase Porter Gage's Bisexuality.... It was wrong and I've changed (Fallout 4's romanceable companions are cannonic #cannonically bisexual... I don't make the rules) I was just mad because someone had MY BLORBO in a disgusting ship and I got sick of seeing #it... And THEN I learned how to block tags!!! #idk where this is going #i'm just upset that aros and aces and enbys are erased #maybe it's a confirmation bias and i've just spent too long doing demographic research #i HATE demographic research #it takes me to disgusting places #i need to find my sewing patterns so I can refocus my energy into something good

[alengmae]

Billy was going to die.

It wasn’t half bad, he reckoned. He killed his dad and saved almost everyone in the building. Not bad for a freak omega. He didn’t mind going out as a hero. Plus, his wound hurt like a bitch and Max would not stop wailing in his ear. He was even surprised how everyone else was horrified that he was dying in front of them. Even Harrington looked close to crying—the idea that Steve cried for him kinda made dying right now slightly worth it. It felt nice to know that they cared, if only til the end of his life.

He wanted to rest now. He had done a lot today and he deserved eternal rest. Or at the very least, a fucking nap. He was just so tired. The pull of lethargy was too great and his eyes shuttered close.

“…don’t you dare die now, you ass…”

Fucking rude, he thought, after he successfully saved their lives earlier. Steve should shut the hell up.

“—I’m going to kill you if you don’t wake up—“

Max was such an asshole for yelling straight into his ear. He was fucking dying here. He deserved some peace in his last moments. 

“Dude, you have so much to live for! We need you—“

He was already bleeding all of his bodily fluids on the tiles of the goddamn food court. What more do they want from him? Lucas needed to chill the fuck down because he was making Billy kinda angry and he didn’t want to die mad.  

“Move over, Steve. Keep the pressure on his wound. Someone call an ambulance. I fucking told you you’re going to die if you pull that shit from your stomach—“

“…fuck you, Wheeler…”  

So, he still had some strength in him to snipe back at Nancy. Now, he could peacefully die. He did all that he wanted to do in life. He was content with the last words that left his mouth. He now looked forward to the stench of brimstone and blazing licks of fire in hell.

But when he came to, he was attached to a million wires on a hospital bed. The smell of rubbing alcohol and blinding white light assaulted him first. Then, the discomfort of dulled pain in the entirety of his body swaggered in and fucking stayed.

Goddamn, he thought he was done. Was he really that bad that hell won't take him? Even the heavens won’t let him quit.

#harringrove #billy x steve #omega billy #WIP #idk where this is going #cussing like it's going out of style #that time when billy refused to be in the same pack as steve #but also crushing hard on him #billy with a chip on his shoulder #steve who wants to lick billy's shoulder #for some reason it's also omegaverse #the writer needs jesus #or chatgpt #there's more written

[coop-of-coffee]

the master feels So Much it’s driving me crazy. they feel so much and they don’t know what to do with it.

they feel so much in general, and they feel so much for the doctor. in a way, it’s all about the doctor, isn’t it? they’ve loved the doctor so much, and they still do, but they hate that they do.

the master is obsessed with the doctor. they glorify them, they deify them. while the hatred the master might feel for them is real, i can’t help but think that it’s rooted in love. a love they have not managed to grasp, that it’s expressed in such sick and twisted ways. a love so vast they don’t know where to place or how to communicate in a healthy way. or, at least, in a way the doctor would understand. understand how they see the doctor and what they mean to them still.

#idk where this is going #I’m not even sure I’m expressing what i want to say #words words words #i was gonna add more stuff in the tags but I felt those made LESS sense than whatever it is I wrote here so I’m giving up #thoschei #doctor who #the master

[kartsstuffig]

thinking about the fact that sonic can definitely make pop culture references and it'd be fine

#doesn't the fuck live on earth #right #with humans. #also if shadows present there are humans so like #iunno #i'm not that in touch with sonic but again #he could pull up and make a joke abt how sans killed the queen #and that would be something you can validate #like oh he saw it or heard it somewhere from. those human guys #idk where this is going #brain is fucked #text post #not art #sth #sonic the hedgehog #alright

[backjustforberena]

I just can’t get over how the loss of the Iron Throne speaks to both insecurities of Corlys and Rhaenys and likely, in the aftermath, causes them to turn and look towards their marriage in it’s political light. It’s impossible for them not to have considered their marriage as a political union before, as much as it was for love, simply just because of the world they live in and, in particularly, because of the position that Rhaenys holds/held in the realm. I could go on...

But imagine Rhaenys thinking she hasn’t brought what she meant to the marriage: she would be fully aware of Corlys’s ambitions. They were her ambitions as well. And suddenly she isn’t fulfilling that bargain, she won’t sit the Iron Throne or do the one thing she can to elevate their family, their daughter, their son. And it’s her family that’s inflicted the damage. And she doesn’t know how it’s happened or why, as she’s done everything right in her life. She’s got the better claim, made the better marriage, got the heir and spare. But the majority of the realm has turned its back on her. She’s humiliated.

And imagine Corlys thinking himself a failure, because he could not deliver this prize to the woman he loves, and the woman who it rightfully belongs to? In that moment his nine voyages, his hard work, his wealth, his legacy, his blood... means nothing. He can’t do the very masculine and expected thing of protecting his wife, defending his wife and fighting FOR his wife, on top of all of the implications it has for their children and their house.

Those wounds, those insecurities last all the way through the marriage and you see it in the scenes: Corlys wishing he could “win” back the throne for Rhaenys and make it up to her, of correcting this wrong and making up for his own failings to act etc, and Rhaenys avoiding the subject, and having this forced passivity, to avoid facing her own perceived inadequacy: her almost perverse grip, at least at the start, that is is her gender and not herself that is the issue.

#idk WHERE this is going #i'm just pondering #house of the dragon #rhaenys targaryen #corlys velaryon #rhaenys x corlys

[kimjiwoong]

speaking of romance guy and I haven't spoken in like 4 days. not a single word not a single text nothing soooo

#idk where this is going #i feel like its going nowhere #because i did try to contact him but.. #rose.txt #sigh anyfuckingway #not a good sign

[kushami-hime]

OH MY GOD HAD A STROKE OF GENIUS

Halloween/spooky wav prompt;

Pro hero B/akugou gets hit with a beast/lycan quirk and sprouts ears, a tail, tufts of fur and gets a super sensitive nose to boot >:D!!!

#idk where this is going #but i FUCKIN LOVE IT #snzblr #snz kink #snzfucker #sneeze kink #b/akugou

[oorevitcejda]

i think d*sney as an animation studio (besides the obvious of should not exist/ should be dissolved/ workers should be fairly compensated) has a story telling problem where they want to have the same 'twist villian' effect as it did the first time in wreck it ralph (i didnt see king candy=turbo despite it being fairly obvious in retrospect) but once you have one twist villian, you see them all, hans turning for no reason, and so theyve tried to make it about healing generational trauma (moana, encanto) bc they aren't allowed to make it about the real villian, capitalism.

whereas dreamworks just tells sequels but its fine its good, but the last wish was great, but it told a single story. and the villian wasnt a twist, he was very directly the villian and loved being so, the 'dumb sidekick' stayed a dumb and lovable sidekick with no ulterior motivation or some hidden brilliance, the antagonist(s)- not even villian, just antagonist, were willing to play fair in the beginning and ended up getting what they wanted and left the friendship group together and alone

#puss in boots the last wish #ti talks #idk where this is going #or went #but i liked it #more than the latest disney movie whatever it was #d*sney

[changbinholic]

Never ran faster to open a new doc than after watching the new skz code

#idk where this is going #but it's happening #and it's #obviously #stray kids #ao3 writer #kpop fanfiction #ao3 #seo changbin #kpop fiction #lee minho #lee know #skz code #kpop fanfic #fanfictions #stray kids fic #skz fanfic #minbin #stray kids minbin #minbin fanfic #skz minbin #changbin fanfic #seo changbin fanfic #changbin fic #seo changbin writing #lee minho writing #lee minho fanfic #minho fanfic #minho writing

[loomimoosh]

A rogue named Chase waits on the border, asking to join the clan.

The past may be behind you, but that doesn't mean it won't catch up with you.

#clangen #wc #my art #idk where this is going #i just like implying things with this guy #especially given all the rogue stuff we've been running into