#��... yael's talking

[acid-ixx]

I have this thought in my head of reader calling Connor "my heart" and Connor calling reader "lovely" and Jason calling Conner "bitch"

just a taste (again &. again drabble)

ft. yandere connor kent x reader w/ the batfamily.

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— tw suggestive, making out scene. i need someone to draw what i envisioned for this omg... pls let this blow up i love connor and u guys seem to love him too hehe. if u guys want to see me write more of these (w/ other characters) pls do comment below!

the 90's version of connor will have no filter in front of your ex-family and will literally appear right beside you moments before tim could drag your ass back to the manor, your already vulnerable state panicking at what seems to be a sleep inducing drug that he'll soon inject into your system.

but your boyfriend, kon, is one step ahead of your entire family, already having planned against them shall they ever abduct you.

he'll greet you with a flirtatious smile, even biting his lips as he checks you out, eyes flittering throughout your entire body like it was you were a glamorous display of meat for him, ignoring your brother's presence while at it.

"hello to my lovely darling!~" is what he tells you with a purr in his tone, kissing your cheeks for what seems longer than a second, hands immediately encasing your waist right before tim could make a show of grabbing your wrist. your boyfriend's grip is tight but comforting at the same time. you feel like you don't deserve it but if you voice out your insecurities now then you'll only find yourself smothered with kisses; him flirting with you in front of your supposed abductors would only worsen the situation. but you don't feel too anxious right now, because he's kneading the soft flesh of your waist, rubbing sensually in up and down strokes as if making a show in front of tim and the countless of cameras that litter the public space.

it's his way of telling you that you don't have to worry about anything but his affection, and his way of telling your family to 'fuck off, don't bother our moment together'.

you reciprocate with a hasty kiss to his lips, ignoring the side eye and the smug grin he gives to your brother after.

"hello to you too, my heart..." you fight back the urge to melt right into him, but it seems like he could easily read your mind, his hand settling itself into your head comfortably, scratching your scalp with well-timed precision whilst he leans your head right against his chest, right where you can hear the soft thumping of his heart.

what a flirt.

but you expect it. after all, he's the same guy who brags about your relationship to anyone and everyone he knows. it's no wonder tim easily tracked your location to the same place where connor lives, every puzzle seemingly being put into place.

when you had both caught bruce wayne tailing after you when you had gone on a date with him, it was connor who immediately devised a plan after he had to calm you down from panicking.

your lover is willing to sacrifice everything for you.

so it's not a surprise to you that his next course of action was to shamelessly take you flying away with him, off to somewhere desolate where he knows your family couldn't easily track you in, somewhere only you two kept a secret from everybody; a shared house, if you will.

nothing is shocking about what he had done...

... not until his grip on your body provides enough opportunities for him to just, make out with you then and there, tongue and all, without a care if your brother bears witness to his shameless display of lusting towards you.

what a prideful asshole he is, but he's your asshole now. and you can't bring it in yourself to reprimand him, enjoying the sweet sounds of your lips smacking in tandem and the taste of your favorite brand of coffee in his saliva as you two soar off into the air making out, exploring each other's body; your hand finding each other on his neck, another on his head, pushing him further near you, until your noses touched and until you struggle to breath, tongues lapping in tandem, refusing even a second of reprieve, even allowing him to bite your lips teasingly.

you love it when he uses his charms to take you away from the stress of your current life.

it was a distraction for both you and him, from the thought of your family turning kon into their new target as he defiles what little innocence they thought you had.

yet you enjoy this life, and you'd rather not come back to the stuffy manor, especially not right after kon offers you a taste of what you had never experienced; love.

and you embrace the giddy thumps of your heart for once with all the joy in the world, because you're not alone anymore in your own personal endeavors; you finally have someone. and that someone is your boyfriend who's always there for you, at the right time in all the wrong moments.

and kon? he especially enjoys using his superhearing just to eavesdrop on his ex-friend's seething because he was far too late, he loves hearing the growl on jason's voice over the comms as he calls connor a bitch, a seething pile of trash for taking away from them. he loves being an audience to their well deserved suffering. but...

but he can't focus solely on them, no, not when he's barely finished devouring every drop of saliva his eye candy offers him.

... ah, he loves it when you give yourself so willingly to him, when you let him wrap his arms around your body without fear he would hurt you, when you allow his hands to explore further below, fingers dangerously close to your thighs as it kneads the meat from your hips.

connor is never letting the world take you away from him.

it was you who parted first from the kiss, a string of liquid dispersing from both your swollen lips. if it wasn't for the fact you both are still high up in the air, you wouldn't doubt that your boyfriend wouldn't hesitate to undress you then and there.

but he could control himself for now, just for now.

'oh, babe... whatever you're doing to me is so irresistible.'

whatever happens after in your shared home is a different matter.

[jewishcissiekj]

Asajj and Dooku in The Clone Wars (Novelization) by Karen Traviss

[yael-art-den]

Oc ask time. Whats a random oc you got

Ooo, I think everyone already knows about the two Main Baras (Rowan. Wanderer) and the token twink (Mikh) so im gonna talk about a dude I dont post/draw much about lately but it's a very dear character!!!! This man

Yael is technically not my OC but Crystal's (my partner), but I count him as one of my own since he's quite literally designed to be my self-insert. Yael and Crystal are two of our most beloved OCs, and we use them EVERYWHERE, especially as online nicknames or in games where we can create our own sonas (Stardew, Sims, etc).

This is an old reference. He is now fatter and taller.

He shares my ASD, bisexuality and cottagecore love. Crystal (irl) is taller than me so part of the joke is that he's one of the biggest OCs we have; and Crystal (The elf) is around my irl size.

(This is a doodle I made for his ranchersona in Stardew!!!)

Lore-Wise, he's a Firbolg in Crystal's setting, called Midgard or Pangea depending on the timeline. In there, Firbolg are actually closer to ents and dryads than to giants; they have a lifespan similar to elves and are extremely tall. Yael used to be somewhat of an alchemist and nature researcher before getting into the most bloody turbo-divorce ever; lived homeless for a while with his daughter and is now somewhat leading a revolt against the city of Zobeck's townsguards and government. He is also currently dating crystal, a Shadowfey elf made out of glass(?) but this is not about her!!!!

(Anyways this is them, courtesy of royalsea's old patreon)

He's the kind of man i want to grow up as. Extremely hot role model. Has a pet goat and an abandoned greenhouse he chills in and is extremely strong and getting fatter by the day. Peak man tbh

(Chibis by dakimchi art!)

[serenpedac]

OCs as planets

I’ve seen this uquiz go around and obviously had to do it for my OCs. Because I won’t miss a chance to talk about astronomy, I also added the first thing that each planet made me think about.

Putting it under a cut and not tagging anyone, because I doubt astronomy ramblings are what anyone is following me for and I don't want people to feel obligated to read this, but if you want do the quiz, please feel free to tag me <3

Yael

venus

passionate. romantic. loving to be loved. courtship. adoration and taste. you are your own personal aesthetic. you are hand written love letters in copper ink. you are "let me show you just how much i can love you." you are royalty and class. love has no bounds with you. your heart is wrapped in chocolate tin foil. you attract what you manifest so keep believing in love. it is you and you, it.

I swear this didn’t come to mind just because I started watching the Bridgerton prequel series last weekend, haha, but the Venus transit, the phenomenon of Venus passing between the Earth and the Sun, has been key in determining the  distance between Earth and the Sun. Before the 18th century, Kepler’s laws had given an idea of the relative scales within the solar system, but actual distances were very hard to measure. However, astronomers realised they would be able to derive the Earth-Sun distance (the “astronomical unit”, au) if they had measurements of the duration of the transit from different places across the globe. I won’t go into the maths, but the idea is that Venus crosses a different part of the Sun if seen from different locations. With some trigonometry (simplified example here, since it has images that explain this better than words can), distances can be calculated.

In order to get these measurements, entire expeditions were coordinated in the 17th and 18th century! They eventually ended up with a value that was only about 3% off from the value we know it to be today, which is pretty impressive.

Gabi

saturn

patient. stable. reliable. preserving and diligent. your capacity to hold focus on something you choose to is unmatched by all other planets. you were made for hard work that you love and that you know is rewarding. you are the shoulder that everyone wants to cry on, so remember you can lean on yourself when it seems there is no one else. there is nothing wrong with being self sufficient. you are justice and evenly balanced scales.

While I love this answer for Gabi, nothing really came to mind at first, other than the obvious rings. But then I started thinking about planetary migration, which is very cool. There’s this theory called the Grand tack hypothesis that says Jupiter formed a lot closer to the Sun than where it is now. It then started moving even closer to the Sun, until it got caught into a gravitational resonance with Saturn, and both migrated farther out, eventually ending up in their current positions. 

Laura

uranus

innovative. unpredictable. resourceful. imaginative. creativity in science and disruption. oh, uranus. you were dealt the cards that don't have much to offer, but luckily you can always make them work. you are acrylic paint that has been plastered over the same canvas so many times that it is starting to have those little grooves of texture. you are ever-changing and suddenly it stops. and starts again. keep moving. nothing is wrong with not wanting to sit still.

This is a fun one! While the rotational axes of the other planets in our solar system are more or less perpendicular to their orbital plane, for Uranus, it’s tilted some 90 degrees. Basically, Uranus is lying on its side and is “rolling” along its orbit around the Sun. This means it are its poles that are pointed at the Sun—one at a time, of course — and not just its equator. Several theories exist to explain this odd orientation of the rotational axis, for example collisions with other objects.

Melike

neptune

mercy. kindness. sweet. forgiving and compassionate. you are second chances and sometimes third. you are "its ok because everyone makes mistakes." you are "i forgive you as long as you are learning." you are not held down by the demands of your ego. you believe and right and fair. open mindedness and friendship. you are mystical and magical, observant and the smell of warm bread in the morning.

Neptune is interesting, because it wasn’t discovered as a planet by observations like the other major planets, but through a comparison between models and real-life measurements of the orbit of Uranus. A discrepancy between the two was found, which was postulated to be cause by the gravitational influence of another planet: Neptune. Indeed, some years later, Neptune was “discovered”. I say “discovered”, because the planet had already been observed several centuries before by Galileo Galilei, but he thought it was a star. The thing I like about this is how it shows how theories and observations can complement each other!

[143aina]

An acquaintance of mine asked what is my type. I couldn't answer.

Why is that? Because it is personal, and also because they wouldn't understand if I tell them my type is Yael. From @/kleinv01

[docholligay]

The Lions of Al-Rassan

Non-spoilery: A very interesting take on what it means to have something be “fantasy”. It actually kind of worked for me: This is an alt history of the crumbling of Moorish Spain.  There are no dragons or wizards or whatever the fuck. It calls itself fantasy because it renames the Jews and Christians and Muslims and El Cid and all that shit and then does whatever the fuck it wants with the history. I love a good Not!Place, but also...I would have accused this book of presentism VIOLENTLY. But then it calls itself fantasy. The fantasy is that people living in Asharite Spain on the edge of the Reconquista are going to act in ways entirely palatable to a mid 90s Canadian dude. And you know? WEIRDLY I WAS VERY FINE WITH THAT. It felt very truth in advertising. But I can only be pushed so far and boy did it sail on past that.

SPOILERY:

You ever read something, and have a BIG problem with it, and that big problem magnifies all the tiny problems you had with it? This was me and the Lions of Al-Rassan.

If you haven’t read this, you need to know a few offhand terms: Asharite = Muslim, Jaddite = Christian, Kindath = Jewish. This is very unsubtle in the text, so I promise you I am not stretching this when I say that. I’m not saying that in a negative way! Just a truthful one.

The good:

I love fake!Europe shit, like most basic Western bitches, because I know enough to never feel lost, but there’s a lot of flexibility there. I thought it was clever the way Kay has all three religions worshiping different aspects of the same sky in a none-too-subtle tip of the hand to his own thoughts on the matter.

I know I talked about this above, but I LOVED this sort of take on what it means for a book to be “fantasy” to a point. I feel Kay pressed that point til it bled, but I don’t think it always HAS to be that way, if he had backed it off JUST a hair, I think it could have killed. But make no mistake, Rodrigo and Jehane and Ammar act exactly the way you hope they will.

I thought it presented the history really well for people who had no idea. You would not need to know anything about the Iberian peninsula, including like, where it is, in order to enjoy this book.

There are SOME characters that you are allowed to love and hate in equal measure, or not understand. Unfortunately, they are all side characters, but I appreciate it anyway. The various kings of the lands are presented as imperfect beings at best.

The bad:

I mean, this is more the eh, but it’s hilarious to me that they try and set Rodrigo up as a distinctive choice for Jehane when we know like, from the word go that she’s going to end up with Ammar. I mean, come on. I didn’t care for the love triangle aspect anyhow, but this was just silly.

For fuck’s sake. For, the sake of fuck. The moment I gave up on this book was the moment they had a fucking blind man do brain surgery in the desert and the kid does so fine he grows up to be royal advisor. And this is after me giving the book MULTIPLE leaps in this direction. I waved it off, and waved it off, and when it came to this, a moment that could have actually been about the fucking bill for war, and how it comes to door, and when you live by the sword you die by it, but that’s not the issue, when you live by it, people who admire you choose to live by it as well, and in that, THEY sometimes die by it, and you have to know it was you that brought them there. Then, this brain surgery that doesn’t always work NOW, and certainly not without the risk of lasting damage (SKULL SMASHED IN BY A WAR HAMMER) works perfectly and fine and I was done. I was emotionally fucking done with the book. It could have done almost anything from that point on and could not have saved it, but only because this was a REPEATED offense, and this was the time they expected me to get emotionally involved.

Jehane never fails. Her father never fails. She either says it can’t be done, or she wins the day, but she never tries to save a patient and bitterly fails. This annoyed me, given the arts she was working with.

the ugly:

Eta: I am CLEARLY so much angrier about this next part than I thought I was. You’ve been warned, rant incoming

The 90s were a different time than the time in which I am currently living but Jesus “We killed him once and we’ll do it again” Christ, who do I have to kill for every Kindath not to be a peerless and upstanding moral fortress of loyalty and good? I don’t know if Kay is trying to exorcise something, or if he’s Jewish and trying to make people like Jews, or whatever, but I grew REAL tired of every single Kindath being a saint. It’s one thing to have Jehane lash herself the mast of her oath and refuse to go against it even in the face of the murderers of her own people, even in the face of the slaughterers of children. Great. We love an oath that takes its signature in blood in this house.

It’s quite another to have every single motherfucking Jew standin gracefully take horrific fucking treatment without deeply held resentment or desire for revenge. Her father is literally BLINDED and has his TONGUE CUT OUT for saving the kind’s mistress, and he says he’d do it again because of his oath to Galinus. I think it might have been appropriate for him to maybe not let that one go. Or for Jehane not to let that one go.

Actually--you know, I actually could have not just taken this, but loved this if it ever REALLY cost her something. So early in the novel she says she is going to make the king who did this fucking pay. I love that for her. But the book removes this from her aspect. Not only is she not the one who kills him, she’s not even there when it happens. So you have this moment where she could have been between her anger and her oath, and it could have been really compelling, but you don’t ever actually believe her anger. Because Kay sets the Kindath up as these people constantly fucking apologizing for being murdered.

Even Mazur, the advisor who is probably the closest to being a not-fantastic-all-th-time (but basically though) Kindath, chooses to sacrifice himself to torture and death to save his king. A Kindath who is murdered in the street by an Asharite mob was trying to save an Asharite child. Jehane hears about the destruction of a Jewish town, hears about babies being cut in two by swords for the crime of being born Kindath, and when Rodrigo is like “Oh, I am so sad, for I told you my people were to be trusted, and now they are not :(” Jehane, instead of saying something like, ‘I know what your people are, even if you don’t.” or something appropriately salty, is like, ‘I know it wasn’t you :) I would never judge you by your people:) You’re not like other girls :)” And you know what? Fuck you.

This probably wouldn’t have bothered me if it was JUST Jehane, but all the Kindath have this sort of thing going on. No one is angry. No one is resentful. No one wants to tell the Asharites or Jaddites to go fuck themselves, even in their own homes. It would have been nice to at least have Jehane be human enough to let whether or not Garcia de Rada (For those who haven’t read: A murderer and rapist) got an infection on his fucking cheek be between him and God, whichever that might be. But no, we can’t do that, because we’re a Kindath character, and so we have to tell him to clean up.

I did not actually realize how much this bothered me until I was sitting here writing this, but CLEARLY it did.

Also, I rolled my eyes so heavily when her parents were like, “That’s fine! We’re happy you found someone who doesn’t share our culture or ways of being, whose people have murdered ours whenever things get too hot. As long as you’re happy, honey!” There’s less struggle than Fiddler on the fucking Roof.

For all this, I actually wouldn’t say I hate this book! I just think it’s middling. A solid 5/10, 7/10 once I chill out maybe. I love the POSSIBILITY of it, I love the IDEA of it, but it ends up being more of a romance in many ways than it does a sweeping alt-history. I loved the first oh, 300 pages or so of it, and gave it a pass on the medical nonsense and presentism until it just passed a point for me where I was like “give a bitch a break”. I would not recommend this for people looking for complex Jewish characters. The Kindath don’t get to be complex. They get to be perfect victims.

[yaelibex]

sometimes all u need to do to feel better from the big sad is to moo at your childhood friend

[pokemonranch]

//Woah this one really broke containment. Im... Happy about it? I think??

Hey did you know that running into a bunch of Wooloos at night look EXTREMELY MENACING

[cherishedteddie]

Takes a mental health day ( off from work ) to stay home and be mentally ill ( finish the last season of degrassi next class and cry my fucking eyes out )

[acid-ixx]

Wouldn’t it be funny if Reader shows just a tiny amount of happiness to any one of the batfam, and the next thing you know they try their best to make Reader to do it again.

Example:

Dick:Makes a silly joke

Reader: Actually smiles and laughs at it

Dick: gloats about it to the fam

The BatFam: practically on all fours chasing after Reader to try and make them laugh

Don’t stress out with your writings (btw love your ‘again & again’ series❤️)

Take your time and don’t forget to drink water🫶🫶🫶

laughter is the best medicine

ft. yan! dick grayson, jason todd, and damian wayne

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more beneath the cut ! fluff ? with a mix of yandereness is my thing hehe. i love this ask sm <3 you guys are being fed well today !!!

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

ugh they're the definition of giving someone an inch and they'll be taking a mile. it would especially be annoying if it were dick on the receiving end of the line. but even if he'd be the one you'd take most precaution to, don't underestimate just how much your opinion holds the most value in the family. so they'll most definitely gloat about their achievement of making you smile or hell, even leaning against their shoulder willingly calls for a celebration.

trust me when i say that living in a stuffy manor already sucks, and they don't exactly like seeing you sulk and merely rot in your bed all day. so like any loving family would do, they'll try their damn best to at least see a quirk of your mouth or that faint glimmer in your that dick oh-so enchantingly talk about.

so it comes to them in the form of a surprise that one day, when your oldest brother accidentally trips over one of your expensive novelty ballpen, instead of nearly shouting at him for breaking one of your favorites, it was the "oomph!" sound his throat makes and his wide eyes when his ass directly landed on the floor that makes you crack into small giggles.

if it weren't for his enhanced hearing, dick would've crossed out your laughter as a hallucination, a product of imagination, something entirely impossible to produce, but no.

he had proven himself wrong.

once he turns back at you, he sees the crinkle of your eyes and your palm trying to cover your shit eating grin. the plump of your cheeks are so accentuated that he forgets the initial embarrassment he feels in the first place, replaced with awe at just how artfully captivating his sibling looks; sitting by

it's like a painting, he wishes it was. he wishes tim would be quick enough to capture the succession of your smiles in the live camera feed.

all because he couldn't believe it. couldn't believe that his baby bird is laughing. they're laughing and they look so mirthful and full of life when doing so.

yes, you're laughing at him, at his stupidity for being unable to detect a mere ballpen despite being trained to locate every known obstacle in a field.

but fuck, he was already raised at a circus to fulfill the role of an acrobat who entertains the crowd. what more could it be if that means he could play the role of a clown for you, his baby bird worth more than a thousand lives, whose laughter is equivalent to the immense euphoria that is filling his entire being?

give him an inch and he'll take an entire mile.

the next day, you'd be greeted with... a lot of peculiar instances within your family. all of which you would laugh at because it's not typical that your family displays mistakes, and you feel a bit better about yourself when their imperfections seem to seep out of their being— or maybe it's just your thoughts eating you up again, because is it just you or did jason, tim, and even damian, manage to at least trigger a reaction out of you?

tim would accidentally end up drinking orange juice right after brushing his teeth. his cringing expression, choked gargling and immense spitting is enough to guarantee a light chuckle from your seated form as you ate your cereal in peace, watching him as he tries to rid of the bitter taste on his tongue. although, bitter as it may, the sweetness and the aching of his tooth overpowers the regret he fills for gulping an entire bottle of orange juice down his throat.

he's so glad that he had set up multiple cameras and recorders at different angles prior to your time spent with him because he just couldn't stop watching your reaction in loop whilst he tried to continue his investigations within gotham's latest crime news. yet no matter how hard he attempts to control himself, his eyes couldn't stop looming over to your form, finding your reaction too incredibly cute to be ignored. yeah, he'll do his duties later. for now, he just needs to... screenshot every single frame of your expressions.

jason isn't much of a joker but when reading you one of your favorite stories, he had managed to mispronounce one of the words so badly that it ruined the narrative of the classical book he was voice acting for you. it was a stupid thing to laugh at, but for a guy like jason, who was an english nerd in his very prime, it would be hilarious— especially when his gothamite accent seeps into his vocabulary; which is very unbefitting for the voice of a character who was a princess that loves to wear frilly, pink dresses.

imagine a man, with a growl that vibrates through his skull, and muscles that bulge through his shirt, voices a princess of all people! his high pitched register for the character was already grating to your ears, but the sudden shift from an airy and girlish to deep and gruff with an added effect of a voice crack at the word "cake" was enough to let you burst out into laughs, your giggles echoing through the comfortable silence of the manor's library. for the first time in a while, you let jason wrap his arms around your shoulder, asking for your input about his tremendous acting skills.

jason never had many moments to cherish within the manor, preferring to stay over and outside of bruce's radar, but god does he love going through the batcave's live feed just to zoom in on your expressions, the grin on your face heavily reminds him of himself, back when he was the oblivious robin with no idea of what was coming to him. yet only now, he swears to protect your smile from never faltering.

damian takes his artistry skills seriously, constantly making a show of bragging to you whenever he has the opportunity to. but this time, he was incredibly pissed at drake for accidentally squeezing all the paint from the tube of oil paints he had stored by the drawers, and it was a shade closest to your skin tone, too; he meant to use that tube of paint for his next portrait of you. so like the petty child he is, damian sets on an hour long routine of drawing tim with monstrous features that screams the opposite of what he sports.

that means he had drawn multiple variants of tim with a hideous, actual bowl cut one. no seriously, his hair was a bowl and the strands that peeked out of it were spaghetti strands. in another drawing, his red robin outfit consists of plucked feathers and an elongated beak for its mask, what seems to be the pocket for the eyes now replaced with cat-like slits that makes the vigilantes expression looker idiotic and downright stupid. yet it felt therapeutic for damian to draw that his brother with what he felt was enough revenge to exact upon drake. that scum deserved a horrendously made portrait of him.

what he didn't expect was that you had stumbled upon his atelier, wanting to cure your boredom by painting a scenery when all of a sudden you had to drop all your equipment from your hands because... what the fuck was damian painting...? why is tim crawling across the floor in one of the portraits...? it takes a second or two for you to register the drawing's very detailed portrayal of a literal bowl cut, your laughter bursting out of the seams because no fucking way did damian actually draw something so hilarious and unserious. if you were anybody else, damian would've kicked your shins so violently you would've required a visit to the hospital. but because it's you... he chooses to sulk in the corner with puffed cheeks and burning ears as you approach the painting with said curiosity of a child and a laughter you can't stifle so easily.

at least it got you to stay in the same room as him for about an hour, with you giving your youngest brother more ideas to make the drawings even more unsettling than they already were, to which damian takes your tips to heart.

after you had eagerly (and shyly) showed the entire family you and damian's shared creation of a monstrosity, tim swears he'll never squeeze a tube of damian's paint anymore.

[jewishcissiekj]

oh

[acid-ixx]

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this is so... do u know just how much i am willing to sell my soul for u ??? all the drawings perfectly encapsulate all the emotions right 😭 your tags are so true, trans reader ftw !! that would definitely up the angst and ruin their relationship w/ the batfam for the absolute worst ☠️ the amount of effort you have put into this is astounding, im literally just so baffled by every single detail like you making their siblings merely silhouettes with no face means so much because they don't feel or look like family. hell, even the teacher has a face which (for me) means they probably saw their teacher in an even better light and conner omg !! his appearance in the mv is so significant to the plot point, like it is with my one draft about dick with the titans because they're bound to notice them better than their own siblings.

p.s. i saw the poll results and it's official that conner is now a love interest hehe, specifically the 90's vers hehe

@acid-ixx here it is :))

(excluding first three drawings)

first drawing:

dick's excuse would always be "sorry, baby bird! but i promised to spar with damian today. ah, but you can watch from the sidelines!" or he would be too busy saving bludhaven to even acknowledge your presence.

second drawing:

you can't deny the bitterness and the clenching of your teeth whenever you stumble upon a room and see your father and your younger brother watching a movie together.

third drawing:

it was your teachers who would be the one having to walk you up the stage whenever you achieved an award. alfred would be too busy sometimes to attend your school ceremonies because he had to assist bruce with missions.

fourth drawing:

it's ironic, really, for a child to prep and plan for their own celebration just to hope that a single member of their family to even walk by the kitchen and join them in on their already lonesome celebration.

too bad everybody only goes to the kitchen when alfred cooks for them. who would want to taste sadness in a sloppily made birthday cake, right? nobody, not even you would have the appetite to eat your cake with the knowledge that it was you who had to put all the effort to bake it because you didn't want alfred to feel obligated to.

fifth drawing:

your family celebrates holidays together as a whole, but you never once attended after that one time where everybody had forgotten to get you a gift for christmas, save for alfred who gave you a bracelet (one that you cherished deeply).

sixth drawing:

the older sibling who he used to threaten with his sword, who he called vile names — a bastard child, he told you one day.

seventh drawing:

you weren't one of his friends, like kon who he would spend weekly video game challenges with; and you probably don't exist as his sibling in his own little world filled with coffee and computers.

eighth drawing:

casual talks are unavoidable, though, when at the dead of the night he would be caught sneaking in to eat some leftovers and you were conveniently awake at the same time as him. he'll recommend you some classic literature he read or 'cafes/restaurants that criminals visit the least' lists, but before it would turn into a full conversation, jason would already be wearing his signature mask again, and with a pat on your head and a "talk to you soon, can't guarantee it'll be tomorrow again though, only here for alfred's meals of course," and he'll be gone. you shouldn't have let your hopes high, you wished you didn't because, duh! he wasn't there to talk to you, specifically. you were just there to bide his time! wiping tears away from your eyes

[yael-art-den]

I think the reason I'm lately obsessed with characters like Vrishna and Mirosh is that I'm tired of the usual "autistic rep" of "dude who is very very smartie in a brainy workplace with low self steem/insecurities"

fuck that, give me autistic people who suck ass. excelling at physical work because that's something they're really into. Being criminals and rude On Purpose because they don't care about what the secret meaning of something is. using their skills at something else other than cold logical facts

[warriorfujoshi]

have to stop playing lkyt for today bc im pooped from all that hardcore visual novel gaming™ 😮‍💨 did all of takeru’s “good” ending and yael’s bad end tho!! and… (✧__✧) just know i want yael so bad it makes me look stupid. simply Trust that… he will be dealt with.

[markedbyindecision]

i had a post drafted about the last episode of unreal and i giffed it bc so much happened (altho every episode has so much happening) but HOLY SHIT s2e7 of UnREAL was insane. Unreal, if you will.

[acid-ixx]

it's the way that the traveler brags about how compared to others who have to constantly beg to even catch a glimpse of your attention— the traveler doesn't even need to ask because you're literally inside them, mind and soul interconnected with theirs; and it's beyond any connection anyone could ever have with you. they could talk to you all they want but can they be with you at every fleeting moment? no, the traveler shares the same memories with you, and does everything with you. they're not just connected with you by some silly red string of fate! you literally use their body as a vessel of your own, that in itself is the deepest form of devotion they would never share with anyone but you and everyone can seethe with jealousy all they want but they can never deny that by the end of the day, it's you who shares a body with them, nobody will ever have that same level of pleasure they could ever feel.

very random idea but some flavour of sagau where you end up in the game but sharing the traveler's body rather than having your own. the truth eventually comes out and now everyone and their dog is desperately trying to spend time with the traveler in the hopes of catching your attention, while the traveler is like =_= because suddenly it's like they don't exist anymore. every time someone approaches them it's always them trying to ask about you (how are you? what types of things (and people) do you like? do you want anything? are they to your liking?). you feel bad so you try to take a back seat and only come out when you're alone with the traveler and paimon, but this just makes everyone else even more desperate and determined to catch even a glimpse of you. alternatively the traveler could revel in this twofold—the others claim to be devoted to you, but it's always been them who you experience the world through. and there's something very, very special about their very existence being so intrinsically tied with yours that they hardly exist outside of being used by you now. and hopefully forever.