#let the universe catch you

[babydarkstar]

honestly no wonder harrow forced ianthe to lobotomize her so she could save gideon. listen…LISTEN…if i was a secret-war-crime cult nunlet princess worshipped by my entire planet and the only person that (barely) kept me in check was my childhood nemesis—a butch a year older than me, towering over me in stature and physical prowess, and so hot it made my teeth hurt from how hard my jaw clenched in her presence, who wielded a two-handed seven-foot sword and had irritatingly huge biceps and told very lewd stupid jokes and also learned how to wield an entirely new weapon and be my bodyguard with startling accuracy in three months—only to have us finally learn to trust each other because we got invited to a magic murder mystery and then before the bubble burst i spilled the worst secret about myself that i was born because my parents murdered an entire generation and tried to Kill Her along with them and she just wouldnt die, and i told her this expecting a swift death i believed i deserved, only for her to fucking cradle me in her big butch arms and kiss me on my forehead with her soft butch mouth and just. forgive me for a shameful weight ive carried my entire life and then MAKE AN ACTUAL NECRO/CAV VOW with me despite every evil thing i have done to her……to have her tell me, in the end, bleeding and broken after putting up the most beautiful and glorious fight of her life, that she understands purpose and she understands duty and she knows loyalty more fiercely than ever now, that she knows who she is to me, that there is no her without me….to have her backed into a corner and make the ultimate sacrifice…..for me…..to recite scriptural wedding vows of eternity to me in her last wisps of soul-consciousness…..if i thought there was even a snowflake’s chance in the pyre that i could save her by turning myself into her very own locked tomb, i’d be begging ianthe tridentweirdius to crack my skull open and turn me to mush too, goddamn. i understand you harrowhark girl you don’t have to explain a thing to me. god said you couldn’t undo the lyctor’s bond bc it’d kill you. you told god and his angels that not even a lyctor’s bond could outshine the power of female spite and lesbianism and they didn’t listen. they didn’t believe you. but i heard you loud and clear and i was 17 and hormonal and hopelessly romantic not too long ago unlike those fucking dinosaurs and i’m saying it’s valid it’s what i would have done and really everyone should be thanking you for not being worse and more wretched about it, all things considered

#i think about gideon nav every day #she makes me want to eat drywall #shes so jesus shes so her own thing shes so god and savior It Is Finished divinity of love and sacrifice #honestly so much of harrow is so so relatable to me shes so real for everything she does #her little griddlehark meetcute au her little divine highness au #ive already waxed poetic about the harrow nova au #sorry to keep waxing poetic about this but i really am rotted about them #like im going insane. tamsyn muir when i get you tamsyn when i catch you #griddlehark #tlt spoilers #harrowhark nonagesimus #i am you as you are me we are one and two and two and one #i cannot conceive of a universe without you. #should i forget you let my right hand also be forgotten; add more also. if aught but death part me and thee. #I FELL INTO THE WATER AND NOW IM FREE

[nevertheless-moving]

unable to stop dwelling on the discworld trouser leg of time where, in the penultimate fight scene in Nightwatch, Carcer manages to kill teenage Sam Vimes.

Which means that the future that Duke Vimes came from can no longer exist, which means he can’t go home. Meanwhile you’ve got a bunch of history monks with stored up temporal energy, a prepared space outside of time, and the need to do some desperate damage control before the Auditors get involved. Death shows up, reality is unweaving, Sam is reading Carcer his discworld miranda rights because what else is he supposed to do.

and finally, with little other option, the monks de-age Sam so he fits the time period and send him back out into the fray.

(they didn't call it deageing of course. His memory is hazy, splintered during that terrible in between moment, They....took the time out of him? Sanded away the edges of his self for a terrible, workable fit? It...wasn't a good feeling.)

Just—damn. Sam Vimes having to live his whole crapsack life over again, but this time as his disillusioned-reillusioned, unwillingly-character-developed, noir-epic, Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes self. 

Younger (Older? He's never felt so Old, His steps so Childlike, reality twisting in his gut like one of Dibbler's pies) Sam Vimes walking around in a haze after the revolution. Desperate to go home, knowing he can’t. Wanting to drink. Knowing he can’t.

The whole precinct feels pity, he really took Keel’s death hard, hardly speaks except to do his job. Eventually he has to grit his teeth and start being present, because what else is there to do?

Resists the urge to drink until Colon takes the whole watch out to celebrate because -he’s going to be a father!

Come on Sammy, one drink won’t kill you— and after the first drink he’s cracking jokes and after the second hes smiling and after the third hes honestly the life of the party and sometime after that he’s crying about how he was going to be a father and my wife would be ashamed if she saw me drinking like this and— 

Oh shit, Did anyone else know he had a wife?? A PREGNANT wife??? What—aren’t you like 12—no you're 17 now aren't you but when did—

You guys n’ver met ’er—oh gods none if you ev’n know ‘er, is jus’ me...

What—when did you lose—

I lost her the same damn day I los’ ev’rythin else, whadya think...bleeding Carcer...the fuckin revolution...

So! That! Sam only vaguely remembers the night, but rumors travel faster than light on the disc, so by the next day the whole damn city knows about poor Sam brung low by the loss of his poor, tragic, pregnant wife, so young to be a widower, and the Seamstresses nod because they already knew, don’t ask them how, somethings you just have to know in that trade.

And his mother—I don’t know, sue me, I’m a time travel fiend but there’s something deeply intriguing about a man meeting his dead parent, who is somewhat younger than him, and stepping into the old relationship like a badly fitting thing that's supposed to fit well. She would know, right? How would she deal with her son’s impossible grief? Maybe she wouldn’t know—he spent most of the time out of the house, running with different street gangs, maybe he avoids her until she dies and lives with the guilt twice over. God, we don’t even know her name. There’s just so much narrative and emotional potential that I don’t even know where to start.

When he’s on duty, which is most time - it’s agonizing because at first he remembers cases, saves lives that would have been lost. But the more time passes, the hazier his memory because in the original timeline he was becoming an alcoholic. Fuck! A kid dies and he could have saved her if he hadn’t been such a drunk, if he had just remembered where the asshole lived, but it’s all a haze, and he wants to drown out his guilt, but that’s what caused this in the first place.

Good young Sammy, who spends his rare off-time in dusty libraries (and yes, the irony that he’s apparently Carrot now is not lost on him) reading gods-only-know.

It’s not like he can ask the wizards for help, cutthroat and vicious as they are now in the not-so-distant-past.

Good young Sam, who...talks to the Broken Drum’s pet Bouncer like he’s a real person and not a dumb rock? That’s a bit weird, but he’s a bit of a funny guy.

Good old Sam, who believed the testimony of the dwarf who said the humans were trying to rob him and let the dwarf go??

the PROBLEMS this man would cause, good grief. Can you imagine a moderately progressive middle aged man with some degree of begrudging diversity and equity training that he did, for all his sins, pay attention to, suddenly going back to like, 1990, going back just 30 years, and going...oh damn this is kind of fucked up, no man you can’t say that, holy shit.

Except Sam’s lived through even more rapidly shifting social moroes! There’s no seamstress guild, there’s no women allowed inside the university, there’s no black ribboner’s society. People hunted trolls for their teeth! But Sam can’t just unlearn everything, and he can’t shut up, and he has no real luck and anyway he would absolutely get himself (temporarily) fired.

FUCK. Sam has no idea what to do with that. None. Zero clue. Wanders around in a haze until that dwarf he saved from police brutality finds him and insists on repaying the debt. No, he insists, do you have any idea what debt means to a dwarf?

“Sort-of?” he replies hesitantly, and that honest admission of incomplete knowledge shows a hell of a lot more respect and understanding than any self proclaimed dwarf-expert ever did.

Gets a job as a surface man, hauling rocks into the city. It’s backbreaking work, but, in true Discworld fashion, it’s also one hell of a workout (again the irony of being Carrot is not lost him. he freezes for a minute while hauling a rock cart, when he remembers he's technically Lost Nobility too, in a strict sense, but someone curses at him in the street and he's comfortingly grounded)

And here is where this au slides into a SPECTACULAR romantic comedy, BEAR WITH ME. Because in his time on the Watch he’s already done noir, action adventure, war story, detective who dunnit, psychological horror, but guards guards only allowed him to be a romance protagonist in an extremely limited context.

Give me righteous, twenty-something-looking, can’t-say-he-doesn’t-have-style, young Sam Vimes, not an alcoholic,  being fed three square meals a day by his dwarven forced found family, hauling rocks. He is startled to find him bumping his head on a low hanging bar that he doesn’t think used to be there, eventually realizing that he’s an inch or two taller than he remembers. Huh. Guess all that bearhuggers really did stunt his growth.

Still doesn’t get what some of the looks from women he’s getting are about, sure, he’s dirty but so is everyone else. Fine, he took his shirt off, but it’s hot out, there’s far wrinklier than him hauling heavy loads, get a life. 

Happens to glance in the Ankh one day when it’s particularly slow and shiny and is startled to realize that he might be turning heads for a different reason. Oh. Right, not that he was ever a heartbreaker, but he did alright for himself... when he was a younger and his face hadn’t been broken so many times. Which...it isn't now.

Is mildly disturbed by the revelation.

Especially once things blow over at the precinct and what with high mortality rates, he ends up with getting hired again. The boys are delighted to have him back, nevermind that he’s an odd one, noone is ever quite in your corner like Vimsey, absence makes the heart fonder, no one else works that hard, and he’s not even competition for promotion. All around great guy, we should set him up with somebody and just, no.

It just keeps getting worse! He’s literate! He’s a feminist! He believes abuse victims! He’s got a tragic backstory! He’s unreasonably good in a fistfight! He’s kind to animals! Word gets around that there’s a good man on the watch and he’s just waiting for a good woman to come snap him up. The widower excuse doesn’t hold people off completely, and for some it’s its own sort-of appeal. 

Things REALLY become stressful after he rescues that carriage full of noblewoman.

What’s he supposed to do? Let them get robbed? Or worse? Chasing down and beating up 10 goons is as easy as beating up one, when they’re that stupid, getting separated like that, drunk and distracted, and he knows these streets better than anyone, really it’s nothing. And oh lord he’s Modest too.

I mean, they were genuinely greatful, as genuine as people like that are capable of being, the skill having grown rusty. And then there is something...magnetic about the man. An air of command.

So, soon enough you get Lady Marigold of Marigrave calling on Treckle Road for that gallant young officer who rescued them, she really needs to thank him. And Viscountess Elanor Thitzferal specifically requesting that he guard her at her next soiree. And Baroness Julieta van Shoeholten insisting that he come to her home while her husband’s away, for... manly protection.

Aaaah just zero sympathy from the guys. None. 'It’s become a competition, they’re just trying to see who can get me into bed first, it’s like I’m a piece of meat, you can’t send me sir, the Marquess greeted me in a nightee last time you made me go to—' and 'small gods Vimes are you even listening to yourself, shut the hell up'.

Simultaneous to this, (again this is several years into the timeline) swamp dragon accessories come into style. Which means abandoned swamp dragons scrounging on the street. Vimes takes one back to his apartment, blows his paycheck on dragon medicine, and eventually, heart in his chest, brings it to the Ramkin estate. The sunshine orphanage doesn’t even exist yet and he’s just standing outside the gates like an idiot, what is he thinking. Turns around, but her carriage is pulling up and—

well. they meet. it's cute. he's never felt so young. he's never felt so old, too old for her, too poor—

and certainly her thoughts linger too long on the awkward, kindly, handsome young commoner, but is it any wonder she doesn't quite connect it to the stern, dangerous, sexy young guard the ladies seem to be in some quiet, cuthroat competition over?

i have this gorgeous, absurd scene in my head in which Vimes is strong armed into standing guard at some high society soiree and one of the pushiest ladies insists he dance with here, or, if he prefers, if he's not confident about his skills, he can dance with her in-private at her home and he’s like [grinding teeth, looking for a way out, seeinf one] “I would be honored to dance with you.”

Steps right into some ultra-complex dance with multiple partner swaps (she never thought he'd pick this one, devilishly intimidating to one not strictly trained, and you barely spend anytime with your first partner).

But he does alright. Better than alright, for a common man, sometimes misstepping but his hands and feet always end up where they need to be. Raises several eyebrows part way into the song because he's throuwing in some slightly scandalous, no innovative, extra lifts and twirls that wouldn't become fashionable for another decade or two. Who even is that guy? Some out of towner? No, no he's in a guards uniform...how very strange.

Gets to Sybll and she's used to embarrassment during these dances, she tries to get out of them when she can... but can't always. Men awkwardly skipping the lifts, or worse, trying and failing. But him — oh it's him, the one who helped little Erold, and looked at her like—like—well like she was someone beautiful. And he's doing it again, and he's strong and there's a quiet moment where she's in the air, they lock eyes, and the rest of the room melts away.

And then the partners change again, the moment ended.

Just...living throught it all again. To the left, a dance he almost knows the steps to, throwing others off balance with erratic moves , honest mistakes, and delibrate stepping on toes. Improvising. Ruining. Improving. Getting far, far too much attention.

Hes almost excited when the first assassains start coming after him. It's like a hobby.

Everyone tells him he should get a hobby.

Interactions with young vetinari...I don't have the energy to write it all down, the slow circling in on each other, both burning with the need to fix the city, save it, their city.

needless to say he ends up fired again, life under real threat after offending some high lord.

Conveniently enough he has an employment opportunity- bodyguard to fucking Vetinari on his 'grand sneer.' The bastard knows vimes isn't what he seems, though sam is pretty sure that he doesnt know the exacts.

Vetinari hypothesis:(the ghost of keel? Keels son, with some hereditary curse? Or a larger spirit of justice possessing a string of unrelated souls? He knows things he shouldn't- mind reader? Fortune teller? Havelock once arranged for a wizard to bump into him on the street, the magical fool gave an odd double look and then muttered something about destiny looping in on itself giving him a headache. Destiny? Lost noble? And hes far too familiar with sybyl, one of the few bearable noblewomen in this city. And his thoughts on guilds, when havelock can trip him into speaking... Most of all, if hes reading him at all correctly (for all the mystery hes not that hard to read, unless thats a very clever cover) then it seems that behind those dark haunted eyes is Respect. Loyalty. For vetinari. What an interesting man. A puzzling asset. An intriguing threat. )

Did I mention the timeline is changing, healing slowly around the place where it was torn? Healing enough around scars to perhaps get some flexibility back, with some painful stretches and...massaging of said scar tissue?

And hes heading to unresting uberwald, a place where a werewolf pack still hunts humans and, truely unrelated but perhaps equally exhausting, an eldritch spirit of vengeance just might be looking to stretch its legs in a hapless vessel?

Opening drabble Vimes Vetinari Meta (Unwell)

#discworld #sam vimes #discworld au #nightwatch au #i literally drafted this post in December 2021 #and i know it was living in my head for years already at that point #i have more somewhere aging like cheese in the back of my mind #discworld fanfic #night watch #Let this be free from my mind #Perhaps someone else will write it #BE FREE ANCIENT AU OF MY SOUL #For all my obsession with discworld I have but this one (1) AU though it tears at me like the seam of a pair of pants #The songs I have permanently associated with this au are slightly bonkers by the way #My au #Seriously there's like two full novels worth of content up here. Sybyll running away from home and living as a commoner #To mirror Sam joining upper class in original timeline you see? #Some early discworld murder Wizard nonsense when they try to poke at the temporal anomaly and the universe goes brrrr #Eventually catching up with color of Magic city burning bs and vimes is mad as fuck #Weird year that never was protecting people during sourcery #And when we start catching up with where he left #Oh ho ho you can't to forward to something that doesn't exist but maybe you can go sideways to a place that's got a tear in it #A sam vimes shaped tear #And his pregnant wife from 30 years ago in the other trouser leg #AND that's not even mentioning how carcers trial got taken to a...higher court

[souldagger]

so like. does siti count as a catgirl, or

#sorry i was struck with how stupid this drawing is halfway through. so you will have to simply imagine the second panel. fkjngk #a master of djinn #a dead djinn in cairo #dead djinn universe #fatma el-sha'arawi #my art #finally out a months long artblock and catching up on some ideas lets see how long it'll last <3

[jtl-fics]

more importantly how would riko fit into camping setting this man never touched grass

LMAO Shoulda known this would be the follow-up ask from you my dear.

I know we talked about Riko and stars but I'm gonna write a lil bit about it. So more under the cut.

There was a time where the car that is taking Riko from place to place, media event to media event breaks down in the middle of the road. There's no cell service and it's just him and a driver. The driver heads off, swearing to be back with a tow truck or whatever assistance they need.

Riko sits in that backseat arms crossed and PISSED about what's going on. He's going to miss his media engagement, it's going to be a whole damn thing. Who knows how Master will react. He can't do anything because he needs his suit to be perfect for when he shows up fashionably late to the engagement and the interview.

Then an hour passes, maybe two, maybe three, and it's dark. He can no longer entertain himself by counting the stitches in the fine Italian leather seats like he'd been doing when he ran out of Exy strategies to think about and funny excuses to give to people who might not even know he's not there.

He climbs out of the car figuring he can count a few stars, make exy plays out of their formations if nothing else. It'll get boring just like the few times he and Kevin snuck up to the top of the stadium and looked at the muted stars. Staring up at the stars won't ruin his suit.

He looks up and the universe is greeting him.

He gets back in the car suddenly feeling overwhelmed by what he had just seen. Sits and tries to count the stitches (finite, with an end) just by touch but he keeps getting different numbers since his fingers aren't that sensitive anymore.

He takes a breath and climbs out of the car again and looks up. The universe greets him again and it's endless. He can't possibly count what is up there, it's bigger than him. He looks at his suit and knows that he's not going to be going to make it and he can think up a good story about why he's dirty.

He settles on the hood of the car staring up into the sky and he feels small. A car passes him and he doesn't even try to stop it too transfixed by the heavens above him.

A few more hours pass like this and he wonders if his driver just legged it fearing the repercussions of improper maintenance of a Moriyama vehicle. He wonders if he lives here now.

The car is kind of uncomfortable he looks to the side and thinks about laying on the grass and thinks about insects and worms and things beneath him. Small things that can be destroyed by him so easily right under his polished shoes. He's above them, high above them.

He looks up at the stars again and finds himself laying with the bugs in the grass.

It's nice.

#Riko Moriyama #A gift for all the lovely reading you let me do yesterday #Sorry it's not much about camping #A thought caught me before I could stop myself #I think he'd sit by the fire tending to it the entire time #bitching whenever someone tries to tend to it #because they're gonna fuck it up #he's got it PERFECT #Yes he is watching the ants run out of the log and to their deaths as they catch on fire #Yeah he's a little sadistic but like we've all been 10 at girlscout camp at some point haven't we? #Is this not a universal experience #My troop cheered for ant blood #That might just be what happens when you get girls around a fire though #AFTG #AFTG ramble

[everlastiingiimmortals]

give me a Jing Yuan fueled by spite. give me a Jing Yuan whose words absolutely drip with venomous sarcasm. give me a Jing Yuan who speaks with fangs bared. give me a Jing Yuan who looks down at you like he just might be considering how to best rip into your throat and tear it out. give me a Jing Yuan so fucking angry the static in the air causes metal to spark.

Jing Yuan is so good and so generous and so kind, give me a Jing Yuan that shows more of his negative aspects bc ohhhhh my god he is so done with everything I think he deserves to snap a little I want a scary Jing Yuan I want a bitter Jing Yuan do u get me

#//immortal; (OOC) #//wishing star; (WISHLIST) #((ive been talking with Starry and Luna and the more i develop him the more jy becomes nihilistic behind closed doors)) #((everything he does is out of spite of SOMETHING in the world. even his love is out of spite towards the universe)) #((is he incredibly gentle and loving and selfless? yes. is he also sarcastic and can clearly foresee the eventual end of the xianzhou?)) #((also yes)) #((his selflessness also leads him to be morally grey and i find that SOOOOOOOOO interesting OUGH)) #((in the face of fate what does morality matter? ough)) #((and ive also been chatting with other ppl (hi A) which makes me realize my jy's being pulled 3 ways by 3 different aeons...)) #((hough ough oughffhdgfhdh can he catch a fucking break the answer is never)) #((hes so tired and his tiredness fuels his spite and his spite fuels his love and his love fuels every uncomfortable decision he makes)) #((righteousness? he laughs at that. hes a hero yes and he tends to stand with good)) #((but in terms of like a dnd alignment scale he is NOT lawful good not in the SLIGHTEST)) #((neutral good at best)) #((righteousness is for the foolish and the arrogant)) #((what matters is making the decisions you wont regret. let history call you what it wants; history is a tinted lens)) #((I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS AND THEYRE SO DISJOINTED IM SORRY FOR BABBLING IN THE TAGS))

[epickiya722]

"Would you rather fight---"

I'm not fighting any character who is the goofy, playful, nice type. No. Nope. Hell nah.

They always be the ones who are the WORST.

#saw a video on teen titans and someone talking about fight beast boy #fighting robin would be worse #no no HELLO NO #i don't care what robin it is in what universe #a robin can catch these fucking hands before my ass is fighting the ones who turns in mythical and extinct animals #you think I'm taking on a damn SASQUATCH?! THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!! #people really be thinking because a character is goofy they ain't deadly #they the worse ones! #don't let that happy ass persona fool you #just kiya's thoughts

[movedtodykedvonte]

It’s always painful to remember that Peter Parker so badly doesn’t want to be Spider-Man and is heavily depressed due this conflict but can’t just give up or get rid of his power (something he’s proven he has the intellect to do) because of guilt and his own complex around punishing himself.

Peter loves the job, the ability to help people and right wrongs as much as he loathes it. He wants to be normal and give the role, the responsibility, to someone else but at the same time he’d never wish it on another soul.

It’s an odd case where everyone believes he wants his cakes and the ability to eat it them too but it’s more like he’s had tow cakes dumped on him and he is forced to eat the flavor he doesn’t want at the moment.

#remembering that Peter Parker is the saddest clown alive #like unless the villian knows hes Spider-Man they dont understand the ruin they cause to Peter's life #and how he constantly like begs and prays for a good stint in his life so he can be Peter for a few months unbothered #cause he really doesnt catch a break and Id want to give up too #spiderman #spider-man #peter park #spiderverse #my little smorpi someone let you have a good moment cause the universe punishes him for the most minor acts of selfishness #yes i know hes not innocent but a lot of time the karma is unbelievably cruel

[ahlite]

@ruinedheart : [WONDER] + albedo / accepting!

"Watch," she says, voice not light, but closer than it often is. It's easier right now, the moon scarcely a sliver — shining its faint light on the two not - quite - humans. It's easier right now, beside the only person alive who understands. Who loves her — who chooses her for more than what she is capable of offering. Who has not abandoned or betrayed her, like all the rest.

Who is looking at her, curious — but not the way he's curious about his experiments. Who is looking at her, expression fond in the dark.

The sky is inky and endless, dotted with stars — Lumine takes a step nearer to the edge of Starsnatch Cliff. For a moment, they imagine walking off, imagine what he'd do to save them. They don't. Instead, their hands lift, scarred palms open and offering towards the sky.

It's been a long time, since they've done this. They've been practicing, on a smaller scale — first just to test the limits of their own bound divinity, then to show. To give. To earn. ( earn what? affection? lack of betrayal? she wants to believe she doesn't need to earn that from him. but she's been wrong before. ) She feels her eyes and freckles glow, feels the bound godhood within them strain and twist and ache. Feels it push, fight. Feels it — bloom.

He's watched her create light in her palms, small constellations that flicker out as quick as they sparked to life. But now he watches new stars spill into the inky sky — new and twinkling and brighter than the others. His eyes widen as hers flicker out, no - longer glowing, merely staring up at what she's made. Her hands fall to her side. No new constellations — that takes more control than they can manage — but she's done it. New stars. She's only ever made new stars for Aether before.

Lumine doesn't smile anymore. But they come close, when they look to Albedo and watch his eyes draw from the sky to their, when they see the amazement there. The adoration. For once, the light in them feels warm instead of razing, like sunlight through the trees. They can still make stars. They can still make stars.

It feels — the pain doesn't go away. But it feels nice. New stars, for her love.

The silence stretches, warm. "Do you like them?" Lumine asks, soft, a little selfish. He can tell his lover likes them, but it will be nice to hear it. But Albedo doesn't reply — he moves closer instead, hands raising, and presses those hands to their cheeks. Cupping their face, eyes more tender and more amazed than Lumine has ever seen them. Albedo smiles, sloping an affectionate and awed, breathing out a faint, breathless laugh.

New stars, for her love. And his old star's heart cracks, light and at ease for the first time in months. She smiles, finally, faint. She smiles for the first time in months. Her hands raise, perching gently on his wrists, and her head tilts, leaning into the safety of his palm.

She wants to tell him that she hasn't felt this loved in years, probably. She wants to tell him she hasn't felt this human in longer. That he makes her so human. But it seems a shame to stain the silence. They shift closer as the new stars shine above them.

#ruinedheart #lumine : main verse. #ruinedheart / albedo & lumine — you find a heart & catch your breath‚ let the universe go red. #OH MY GOD SPARKS I MISSED THEM SO BAD #oh my god theyre both nonhumans but they make the other feel human..... #answered.

[francesderwent]

the thing is. Wednesday is a pretty poorly constructed show

#why did Wednesday blow up? well the dance got tiktokified #there was a friendship capable of being read as queer by people so inclined #…..can’t think of another reason #some of the design choices were cool! #but let’s be honest! it’s bad as an adaptation and it’s BAD as a story #the only part of it which holds up upon examination is her friendship with Enid. #the monster plot doesn’t hold up the pilgrim plot DEFINITELY doesn’t hold up the parent murder plot made no sense #the romance was built up fine but then had the rug pulled out from under it by the monster plot #it’s eye catching and it has enough momentum that you can binge the whole season #but then once it’s done? what was there???? #there’s no ‘there’ there #sorry I just read a review that said lockwood and co was worse than Wednesday and I am seething #in what POSSIBLE universe #cate liveblogs!

[sohotthateveryonedied]

But if, say, hypothetically, one or two of the Robins knew a phantom named Danny, would you take issue with that?

i must separate each of my fandoms on a toddler plate with all the different foods sectioned off and if they touch each other i will cry and scream and throw my plastic spork onto the floor in a rage

#i love the robins. i love danny phantom. they are not allowed to socialize ever #fence them off like zoo animals #you will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever catch me letting characters i like from different fandoms have a playdate #it's not right it's not natural it's not allowed in my zoo it's FORBIDDEN in my zoo #yes i can give tim klaus' storyline from umbrella academy. no he is not allowed to ever meet klaus #get back in your own cage child. get away from the stranger #the characters from one universe will give the ones from the other one smallpox if i let them fraternize #lay it on me papa bob

[phoenixcatch7]

Looking through the batman wiki on Jason Todd (I'm not writing anything, I'm not writing anything, no writing anything -) and to my absolute SHOCK, this boy wasn't killed off for shock value, or even fridged!!

He was killed off by 💥TELEPHONE VOTE💥!!

EXCUSE ME?!!!

Nightwing Robin had had an uninterrupted 43 year run, doubling batman sales when he was introduced, and then when the now famous Jason came along, he lasted a mere 5 years before losing his life to a vote of 10000 people by 62.

Like, I get that he was the outsider 'stealing' a treasured role that nearly two generations would have grown up - and that would have infuriated a great many people, since this was before Robin became a legacy title that was passed on but I mean... Ouch.

He didn't get resurrected till 2005, 17 years later.

Killed off by ~popular vote~ no wonder he's mad.

#This boy has been done DIRTY #batman #Sandwiched between the two longest running Robins like unpalatable corned beef #This boy was doomed to be an outcast from the start #The unpopular black sheep #Did you know he was originally also from an acrobat family?? And had bright red hair?? #'flying Todd's can you get any more uncreative no wonder people hated him #But in the original version he was given the Robin title and outfit by Nightwing himself #Which is so much jess upsetting and angsty than b doing it himself without permission #The second version is the well known tyre iron version we know today but the damage was already done I think #Yeesh let this guy catch a break #Never before have I seen a character's in universe reputation so well matched by the audience one #jason todd #dc comics

[lavenoon]

I love your undercover au! But I'm starting to get a bit confused with what is going on with the other versions (the au au or au au au) and what the setting for them is. If you have the time, would you be able to break down how they differ from your Canon Undercover AU? If you please. Thank you <3

Hehe, yeah it's uh. It's all gotten a bit confusing gfhdj

This post includes the initial big ramble and links another ask that inspired it, but tldr: The roles rival and neighbor get reversed! Robin works the day shift, and encounters Dawn as a rival; while they know Moon as a tenant and neighbor. Their dynamics change a bit, the rivalry with Dawn being much tenser than the one with Dusk in canon, and Moon as neighbor is much more reclusive than canon Sun.

I call this AU AU AU (use this as a tag, too), or sometimes reversed (roles) (au).

There's also a bunch of non canon drabbles, that are however set in the canon universe - so nightshift robin, and the original dynamics, that applies to the reveal scenarios currently published as I haven't shared the canon one yet!

Hope that clears things up! <3

#answer let luce #anonymous #accidentally undercover #AU AU AU #i used au au in the doodles caption bc i wasnt thinking admittedly #was before dinner and my brain was fried and i think i had a reason for it but i couldnt tell you now lmao #usually refer to og universe stuff with the full title - accidentally undercover #tho its also the catch all #if its confusing tho feel free to block the tag 'AU AU AU'! #ik its a lot of whiplash with all of accidentally undercover #no hard feelings at all lmao

[sysig]

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#Weekly TV Guide #The blood is in black and white for a change! Well not a change from Just Desserts but from every other instance of blood lol #I still can't decide how blood looks/works in the Just Desserts universe so just plain grey works for the moment haha #A lot of this week is catch-up actually - I've had these doodled up for quite a while (the Adds especially) I just got very TSP waylaid lol #Weaving back and forth between different pages and themes and attentions has made for some interesting scanning and editing lol #I couldn't just settle with three notebooks I had to make one of them Extra chaotic lol #All the Charm stuff kinda happened at once tho - thus the Large Block in the middle of the week lol #Don't let it fool you - the one I'm most excited about is this Sunday >:3c #Then again new and shiny toys are always exciting aren't they haha ♪

[riftsmagic]

reading thru my old notes and im not even ashamed that my warden is being the main character of the entire universe. just self indulgent “they come to skyhold for reasons and here’s how they interact with every companion” like im 13 again and putting my ocs in high school w all my favorite characters. i unironically love all of it

#the reasoning for all of it even makes sense!! #alistair goes to skyhold and this character could not be stopped from going with him by any force in the universe #and while they’re there they May As Well interact w the people who are there!! i even know they would hate dorian and cassandra immediately #but actually the detail that made me make this post is ‘when they meet blackwall they clock that he’s lying within a single conversation’ #which tbh also isn’t that absurd considering. this is my warden. they know things about the wardens and they get suspicious quickly #it’s a good combo for catching people in lies (about the wardens) (which they’re sensitive to. after the events of origins) #and you know what?? let’s be real. origins hypes up the hero of ferelden to an insane degree no matter what #the game is always telling u that you’re the chosen one and the best guy ever and it almost never contradicts itself on that point #(unlike inquisition which tells you you’re the bestest guy ever AS YOU ACTIVELY HAVE THE CHOICE TO DISAGREE) #so wardens are ALLOWED to be the specialest little guys in existence. it’s supported by the text ….

[unproduciblesmackdown]

oh yeah addendum in also the other day seeing someone autistic talking in that context abt what they want from genuine relationships in that they said they don't want to be Admired Or Desired. that one time someone was like, you're one of the best people i know, like well neat compliment sure i'll take it lmao, but also, that's somewhat confusing and even disheartening when it's like, i have no way of knowing this; we don't really interact? or times i have to ""unilaterally"" assess that i don't feel Friends with someone b/c i don't feel like, for one thing, i can just up & message them even lol; the feeling that to whatever capacity there's a relationship, it's been continual "don't mess this up" masking / efforts to "do things Right" from me....whilest also times it's been like, oh someone's apparently choosing to be around me? enjoying interactions? while still kind of confused about it. and then it's like oh it was Romantic Interest apparently lol :( like even if i wasn't aromantic which i so am....where was the [there is anything to feel is genuine] like again we never even got to any part where i wasn't masking and [do things Right] and on edge and certainly not at whatever point i apparently had whatever appeal. much less "when cishet men are just sprinting straight at you" but that's all the more, like, [you as a Person are certainly irrelevant] but not like it doesn't still feel ultimately mostly irrelevant even if people have more discretion / a more considerate approach in general. also that again there would not be a Right way lmfao. it just sure could be a totally neutral expereince rather, please. how i've had too many situations having to try to fling myself out a window figuratively, even w/those theoretically more considerate approaches

or even when people will be talking about what makes someone Deserving outside of the most conservative(tm) approaches like. this person isn't someone who just waits for things to happen :) like well hell yeah for them lol, meanwhile, i sure kinda am. being aware that in any given way i may not impress anyone / may be negatively assessed; only turns into "there go my power levels increasing again. shrugmoji" when correspondingly it's like, and i don't have to care, or certainly then blame myself about it if like oh boy, society when you have to be "objectively" judged as Worthy by randos, whatever their perspectives lol....or when like, the concept of social support is like, get a romantic partner, primarily, an ounce of backup from friends, the Real backup being family, or friends "as good as" family....or the ongoing journey of realizing like; it was never Just gonna be managing to leave [abusive childhood/family house]. the ways that other experiences outside that were Consistent, really, when being around peers means an immediate sense of doing something wrong / not being as good as them; authority figure adults sometimes acting just like an abusive parent does; no ways to regularly exist flexibly and/or less supervised/monitored, e.g. couldn't walk from [home] to [anywhere]....catching on like, ah, outside of That Situation? i'm still not inherently more valued by randos, still not Not liable to be regarded/treated with disdain / expressions of authoritarianism....Aren't We All; for real. but truly like oh hey, i didn't even realize i was getting all this Political experience in that [when you have a one on one personal abuser and You're Responsible For How They Treat You and Their Own Power Is The Whole Thing and You'll Never "Earn" Better But It'll Always Be Your Fault You Haven't] and all those kinds of logics and realities it's like of course this resonates crystal clear with logics and realities re: [political enemies] lmao. ofc they can be as "hypocritical" as they want b/c [you can just say whatever while you do w/e you want and other people have to deal] is an expression of power. of course "for [xyz]'s own good; individually or as a group" is really about ensuring the power to control their existences as property by shrinking the space in which someone can enact autonomous choices: anything For Children is about (conservative) parents controlling children as things they own and can do whatever they want with; like making sure kids Can't be gay or sm shit, it Is about children, just keeping them from being able to exist outside the sphere of control of an isolated Family life. hell yeah when they do anyways / tragically it always turns out people are actually people despite your wanting to disbelieve this / always have the power to ignore it..........but then yknow, the truth is we out here, and ofc it's like [police protect Property; enforce these property/owner relations] but what's Normal yet obviously harmful is also so borne by regular ordinary """harmless""" interpersonal interactions / people who feel supposedly well-intended but that's more superficial than in essence....even merely the Exhaustion in knowing interactions as Just chitchat w/supposedly amicable parties is like, a scrutinizing test that can only go wrong and lead to antagonism / animosity that can easily accumulate &/or compound. much less existence In Public and shit going wrong out of nowhere, and potential stakes....being like Lol at, again, years back thinking like "a horror short should be like, the premise that you might just be at a grocery or some ordinary asf situation but at any given moment, doing Nothing extraordinary, some rando suddenly goes Deeply Hostile Mode for a second. where even then suddenly disengaging from that mode is not a relief in that the [this could happen at any time] is emphasized" like lmfao that's [being in an abusive situation], that's [being autistic], isn't it so Zany that there's so much overlap / resonance.

Not At All being Lol abt how much actual discrete examples of produced horror is just like "what if there was disabled people." this is its own line b/c of the characters per block limit. but also disdainful emphasis

anyways lol wuh oh in conclusion, antifascism....isn't it always

#celebrating the true meaning of that autism acceptance month...and every other thing #gather round the disability justice [holiday tradition] children; who are people to be supported & not property granted to parents.... #just excising things lol been marinating on [more nonspeaking than i thought; even more nonverbal probably] & [more ''uh oh an autistic #person doesn't want friends? proves they bring it upon themselves'' than i thought] all based on All Life Experience #explaining like; more like Ultraromantic but in the way that [prefix Ultra] means Beyond rather than Superlative Of / Extremely X lol #ultraviolet light is not [as violet as you could get]....don't think it'd catch on. and: when it isn't not political lol #thinking of ''hell yes though for straightup Object/Concept names'' tendencies & like dramatic words for last names? v gay v trans #even [milo] was just a name i always knew i loved so that's been very simple & straightforward. but beyond that? how about Beyond that #thinking of ''what if a word that sounds cool and is a neat meaning'' like middle name kilopascal?? why not. but not set on that one lol #been testing out / placeholding Burrows for a last name cuz a milo burrows is mentioned in lotr. doesn't promptly answer letters lol. #me neither. but hmm B for Beyond. beyond what? it's flexible #testing it out in my mind. i'd be lastnameless fine as well but sometimes; it's convenient. specifying which milo in broader contexts #Public Universal Friend; Thou Sayest It shit #anyways Everything's Political let's get you some fruit #breathing's political as they say; for real. being in public. being in private. exchanges w/a rando. exchanges w/a nonrando.

[jemmo]

head empty just tun mouthing i’ll wait then naruto running off like an embarrassed kid

#that was the most precious thing I’ve ever seen #and talay was so endeared by it oh my god I adore them #like fuck I find puen so interesting as a character bc he clearly likes talay so much and flirts so hard but wont ever do it ‘for real’ #it’s always playing or a game or for the script and it’s like… why why wont you let yourself #bc then he catches himself in moments like when talay held his hand or when he looked at him in the cinema #where’s he really does like him and he can’t pretend that it’s fake and idk if he looks shocked or panicked by that but for some reason he #can’t do it for real idk maybe in the back of his mind he’s too aware that all of this universe isn’t real #so there’s no point building anything real there esp bc not only do they not know if or when they’ll get back #but even if they do anything built can’t transfer into his real world bc of his fame and career plus there’s no guarantee it’d be the same #agh it’s just so interesting to think about I adore this show #vice versa