Send me a “Hush” and I’ll write a drabble about one character comforting the other (from fear or grief)
Thanks for the ask! Here's Ylil comforting Indigo in her own way after he had a panic attack for unknown reasons
Indigo always displayed his emotions rather openly. It was easy for Ylil to read him, but most times she was at a loss of what to do with this information. Inverse wasn’t a great learning ground for compassion. Still, he showed great signs of distress, breathing heavily. The air made a whistling sound as it passed through his tooth gap. This would have been categorized as "funny" if the circumstances were different. He was agitated, clutching his clothes and mumbling, swearing, unintelligible words coming out, cut to pieces by his ragged breathing. She wanted it to end.
"Indigo."
His head turned violently. The square glasses prevented Ylil from seeing his eyes, but other signs made it clear he was seconds away from crying.
"Sit down."
Having said this, she demonstrated by kneeling on the ground. Orders worked better when there was an example to follow, and Indigo followed, if much less gracefully. He gathered his legs close to his chest, and hid his head in his arms. Yma would detest knowing her sister thought the two were alike in this moment. She had often seen her curled up like this when they were younger. However, this was not the subject.
"On the count of three, you will breathe in."
"W—what?" He looked up, confused.
"1. "
"Wait—"
"2." She glared at him through her glasses.
"O—oh, ok…"
"3."
They both breathed in, then slowly breathed out, Ylil taking the lead. They went on like this for a while, until she judged it was enough. Indigo seemed more in control of his self. Good. Now they could talk and figure out how to solve this issue.
The ritual was well underway, and Bruce could see Dick choking on a strange liquid the cultists were forcing down his throat. It was the same liquid that filled the small pool he was restrained in.
It was Lazarus Waters.
As if that wasn't enough, drawn in blood on the ground was a strange sigil, presumably for invoking something or someone.
And Bruce knew he was out of time; if he wanted Dick to survive, he couldn't wait for a JLD member.
He had to move.
He broke the skylight and crashed into the middle of the enemy, trusting his team to follow. The fighting was mostly a blur, with Bruce's sole focus on getting to a now-limp Nightwing.
And then the sigil lit up.
From the Lazarus water Dick was resting in, a figure started to emerge.
It appeared to be a man around the same age as Bruce, a little taller than him, with snow white hair and glowing green eyes. He was haloed with an ethereal light as he picked up Dick's unconscious body like it was nothing.
Bruce did not think.
Only vaguely aware of the cries of despair behind him, Bruce launched himself at the strange being and decked it in the face.
The being reeled back, and Bruce used its distraction to rip Dick out of its arms.
Bruce darted back enough to hand Dick off to a swearing Jason, and readied himself to go after the being again.
But the being just stood there, hand to its face as it stared at him in...awe?
"You're a human," it-he-said, appearing amazed, "And you actually managed to hurt me."
Bruce bared his teeth in a facsimile of a smile.
"I can make it hurt a lot worse, too-"
"Marry me."
...
"...What?"
"Wait, did I say that outloud?"
"I can't...I don't even know who you are. So. Marriage is not. Uh." Bruce fumbled, unsure of how to handle this turn of events.
"My moniker is Phantom, my name is Danny, and I'm going to disappear now and act like I don't exist."
There was an overwhelming pressure, his ears popped, and Bruce's opponent was...gone.
"Tt. He is clearly not good enough for you."
"Cute."
"Black Bat, no; watching out father figure flirt is not cute. B, if you're done swooning, we need to finish mopping up the cultists."
SOOO this is a redraw of the first (ish) digital art I made/posted on my twitter back in april 2022. it was on ms paint. please don't judge to harshly lmao
i'll probably redraw this again next year, make it a sort of tradition. but its cool to see how much i've grown since then. (except for the raeda obsession. i'm never growing out of that)
Imagine you're having a Disneyland/Disney World day on your own, wandering the Streets and eating yummy themed snacks, perusing the merchandise shops, meeting some characters; just taking your time, having a great day already... until a Disney Villain face character approaches you, wondering where your group is?? Why are you alone?? Welp I guess they're gonna hang out with you now and end up following you everywhere all day, showing you around, getting you free treats, giving you the VIP treatment XD
At the end of the day you realise that it's the actual villain. In real life.
I know why "Mr Bennet and Darcy have the same status, the only difference is Darcy having more money" is such a popular take, but also, I think it is kind of divorced from the practical reality of late 18th/early 19th century landed life.
Mr Bennet and Darcy have the same rank. They have the same technical precedence, and both belong to the landowning upper class. The idea of P&P as a Cinderella story is very silly, IMO.
But Darcy's social status is not "Mr Bennet but with more money" in a pragmatic sense. Darcy could have 20k a year and be much more on a par with Mr Bennet in terms of his reception in society if it came from a different source than his multiple estates. I'd argue that the difference between them in terms of this less strictly defined status—consequence is often Austen's word for it—is far more about land and direct power than simple income.
This is, additionally, why the idea that Elizabeth is a gold digger seems a very strange, cynical take on her to me—not only because of the cynicism, but because Elizabeth always knew his income and didn't care. What really hits her at Pemberley is something that seems to have never occurred to her before:
As a brother, a landlord, a master, she considered how many people’s happiness were in his guardianship! How much of pleasure or pain it was in his power to bestow! How much of good or evil must be done by him!
Power-hungry Elizabeth makes far more sense than money-grabbing Elizabeth, c'mon. Both are wrong, of course, but Elizabeth is actually affected by a consciousness of the extent of Darcy's power at Pemberley, where she is never affected by the simple fact of his income.
It might be too early to tell since I've only seen clips on tiktok and the first half of episode one.
But one thing that the separate shows from the Merciless, Evil Devil from Hell mega fandom canon have in common is that the names are all negative.
The Merciless
Beyond Evil
The Devil Judge
Strangers from Hell
Do we see a theme in these titles?
Does "The Worst Evil" fit in? yes it does.
Does it have two guys in the forefront who are going to be sharing a lot of screen time and staring into each other's eyes for heterosexual reasons? yes it does.
Am I ready to fool myself into thinking I'm watching queer romance thriller? yes I am.