Welcome to my blog. I'm in more fandoms than I can count but I love them all equally. I mostly use this blog to post cool fandom things and occasionally headcannons and whatever fic ideas that pop into my head. Feel free to come into my askbox anytime! Credit to greenmantle for the icon and espoirthemes for the theme!
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some cuddly batboys
ft. damian stealing both tim’s hoodies, a sleep pile, and a jason and damian tender moment because i love the potential of their dynamic (damis a little older there so more likely to hug his bros)
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If I tell you this is a horror dance number it still won't prepare you. That last move was so terrifying even the judge was like "Let go! Let go!" If you told me they're actually possessed I'd believe you.
One of the most perfectly choreographed and executed dances I have ever seen and comes closest to Shobana's original performance in Manichitrathazhu. Incredible!
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All I could think while drawing this is how impractical it would be if jon cried.
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You can only eat 2 foods for the next 2 years (with no health repercussions)
Spin this wheel twice to figure out what they are!
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Player two has entered the game
(via)
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This one goes out to all the bitches who love some good Safehouse Era Horror. It's me, I'm bitches. I want Jon and Martin to be fucked up and eldritch but I want them to be fucked up and eldritch and loved
(Notes under the cut because I can't help myself. Heads up, I do go into some detail of how Jon gets injured so I can explain my thought process for how I designed his scars. All canon-typical and fairly clinical in tone.)
Here's how I picture Safehouse Jon!
He doesn't need glasses anymore by this point, so he should just be wearing empty frames, but I drew this before I settled on my glasses headcanons. This drawing looks better with the reflection anyways.
He hasn't gotten a haircut since before his promotion to Head Archivist. He doesn't love the weight of it on his neck, but he also uses it to fidget, and he really doesn't want to go through the whole process of cutting it. He's disliked haircuts since he was a kid (People: Bad. Small talk: Bad. Touching: Bad. Loud sounds: Bad. People talking all at once: Bad) and since his time with the Circus he's only grown more reluctant to go and get it done.
At this length his hair is naturally pretty curly but he is. Not taking care of it. I actually put a lot of effort into trying to make it look brittle and tangled (I have a lot of experience lol, my hair is quite thick and I've always hated taking care of it. Yes I am also projecting my feelings about going to a hairdressers onto him why do you ask.)
The various scars were a bit of a strange task, but anyone who has seen my takes on The Bad Kids knows I'm not averse to selective realism in my fiction. Easiest one was the neck, I always pictured Daisy making a vertical cut based on "through the voice box". The larynx is longer than it is wide, so I think Daisy would go for the method that dealt damage across the largest total surface area. Yes I am aware that I'm speaking the same way Martin does when he explains his corkscrew.
The worm scars were easy because I barely drew any. There are a few marks on his cheek, but they're just surface bites. I picture most of his encounter with Prentiss showing on his legs, particularly on the right side, with enough damage there that he starts using a cane after the incident to keep weight off his right leg. More research to be done on this particular detail.
Finally the burn on his hand from Jude. This was the weirdest one to figure out just because of the nature of the injury. How do you quantify the damage done to an epidermis by a living manifestation of sometimes-boiling wax that can heat and cool at will? I settled on it being a second-degree burn that healed supernaturally fast, containing the damage to the space Jude had direct contact with. He'd probably have some mobility issues there as well. I know there are ways to help with mobility and pain after a severe burn, but I don't know how much of it Jon would actually. Do. Like I said, definitely further research to be done on these last two.
Hey so I'm gonna ask you to stop and consider the horror of the watcher. The helplessness. The guilt. The inherent terror of being a spectator, a participant by proximity but not by action. The horror of not being able to look away, of being a bystander. Jon forgets to blink sometimes. But wouldn't it be so much worse if there were no eyelids at all? That's how I interpret the description of The Archivist being "All Eyes" :D
I love a good Many-Eyed Jon, so I whipped up my own interpretation here. I think the more he Becomes the more he starts to resemble the thing from the dreams. He has a lot more control of it in S5, but it still creeps up on him and he has to consciously go back to a human shape.
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*The kitchen in Wayne Manor*
Clark, drinking a coffee: And then I was like, i don't need....
Jon walking in, not fully awake yet: Morning...
Clark: Morning? What are you doing here? You where supposed to be at kon's?
Kon walking in with Tim in tow: Well technically he is with me.
Wally sapping in to get something from the fridge: Wow, in what kind of family reunion did I stumble into here?
Roy, also there to get something to eat: I dunno man.
Bruce, appearing out of nowhere: The real question here is, why tf you all are at my house.
Alfred: It seems like the boys had a sleepover. Just like old times.
Roy: Hah, tell that to the hickeys on Jason's neck
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“ Okmulgee, Oklahoma fire crews say they had a bizarre lightning strike call at the Oxford Apartments overnight. They say lightning came through the vent in the roof and struck the toilet, shattering it.“
I will accept precisely one form of toilet humour and it is jokes about these three pictures.
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happy truce @amityhauntings :D!!!!!
i thought i’d do two things in one gift, so the ghosties are hanging out (yay) and people don’t even bat an eye (yay number 2)
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Why Edouard is my favorite character so far
Okay, I gotta talk about this boy. Because gods, I love him so much.
While Castlevania has once again done it (meaning: I basically like all the important characters, with the exception of Erzsebet), Edouard is really my favorite. And I am gonna explain to you why.
First, of course, my inner bard is very happy about this boy singing all the time. I already talked about the importance of music and, fuck yeah, I am very much here for it.
But no, the reason why I love this boy so much is, that he so clearly goes against the grain to do what is right.
He is a free Black. For those who have not read my earlier blog about the Haitian Revolution: In Haiti they had three classes of people. Whites, Free Blacks and slaves. Free Blacks were often the kids (or grandkids) of the white owning class, and often were ery wealthy. Both things we see in Edouard.
But here is the thing: Most free Blacks were against the Revolution, where against abolition. Because their riches also depended on the slaves doing free work.
And here we have Edouard, who most certainly also profits in one way or another from slavery being a thing. And he not only helps slaves escape, but he also helps to organize and finance the revolution. He even is there in the fight, even though he is a fucking opera singer. He is no fighter. And still he is there. And when Annette gets send to Europe though Cecil's vision, he is just there by her side, even though he does not need to. Even though he has what appears to be a lover waiting for him.
And when he gets turned into a night creature he is just such a pure soul, that he does not loose himself. In fact, he finds out that he can bring some of the other creatures back. And when Annette in the end tries to free him, he stays, for the other night creatures.
Because he is just such a good man.
Gods, I love him.
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Look at him. Fucking look at him. That voice. Those eyes. That hair.
This man is the straight-up definition of "dreamy", whether he's a human or a night creature. He's so gentle, such a sweetheart, I know for a fact he would treat you right.
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Super/Natural. by Judith Schaechter, engraved flash glass, wood.
www.judithschaechter.com
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secretly a little bit punk jon is my favorite thing
pt 2
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