#(you can't it's dead now)

[quadrantadvisor]

Thinking about DP x DC Jason Todd being a revenant again. Here's my scenario. Jason gets called that by some ghost. He's like "what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He's heard the term before but he doesn't know any actual lore. He googles it. He scrolls past the Leonardo DiCaprio bear movie. He opens the wiki. Sees the words "animated corpse" and gets a chill diwn his spine. He starts reading the first section.

He closes Wikipedia.

That night he has a nightmare that his family buried him, again, this time with precautions. He wakes up in his own grave, full of stones, too heavy to move, to scream.

[anj-does-stuff]

Testing more brushes, have a Wizard-Kashi!!

[egophiliac]

LEON

LEON YOUR EYEBALLS

[blossoms-phan]

[krazieka2]

Vampire Mercedes lore doodles (and vampire Lorenz bullying)

[lone-pylon]

stimming :>

[skrunksthatwunk]

thought too hard about the trio of first game sexy-antagonist-rivals-redeemed-by-betraying-and-defeating-the-true-unsexy-villain-but-at-what-cost. guys. and how they're treated by the fandom. and also by me

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[arthursfuckinghat]

God guys I'm really in the trenches with thinking about Mary and Arthur and how utterly tragic they are.

After so many years of no contact, Arthur only meets Mary three times throughout the span of the story, three times where they talked about love and regret and pain and wishing things were different. Three times was all it took to officially break both of their hearts again, and one broken forever into the grave.

They wanted to run away, they wanted to run away and be happy, they wanted to be together again, they wanted it so badly and it was just so out of reach.

The last thing Arthur ever did with Mary was take her to the theatre, the last thing Mary ever did with Arthur was give back the engagement ring he had given her.

Because Arthur wanted to marry her.

Arthur wanted to marry her and run away with her and forget their families and make a life together.

But Mary didn't get a letter back, she didn't hear anything from Arthur, maybe she hoped that Arthur had moved on too, but Arthur died and had been dead the whole time. Mere days or weeks after she sent that letter, Arthur died.

How utterly soul destroying would the guilt and pain be after finding that out? That the last thing you did with the love of your life was write about how you're ready to move on days before they died? How she wrote about never forgiving herself for falling back in love with Arthur again when he was alive, but now he's dead? He's dead and there's so many things she'll never be able to take back or write about again, now she's all alone without even Arthur to help her even when she felt horrible for asking in the first place, now she will have to grieve instead of trying to move on like she promised, god you guys.

[dixidin]

MANLYBADASSHERO LOVERS WE WINNN

[finalgirlsamwinchester]

guy who so desperately tries to find god. who wants to have faith in a higher authority to guide him out of the hole he's in. from the weight of guilt from simply existing, as the person he is. but every time he thinks he's answered his higher calling it turns out he's made the Morally Incorrect choice and his path to goodness and holiness was the road to the devil all along

[happyk44]

percy needs to be haunted by bianca's ghost more

[blueskittlesart]

How do you feel about concepts for redeemed/good guy Ganondorf? I don't remember if you've said anything on it before, so I am curious to see what sorts of thoughts you have to share or if you've thought about the idea before (especially since you've worked on SoF so I assume you've thought about many possibilities of a "what if" Zelda game)

For my part: I have mixed feelings, and I think a lot of concepts end up being "I want a buff guy to ship Link with"; I also think a lot of criticisms of the racism in many depictions of Ganondorf have merit (though I don't speak on them in depth because I'm white) and would love to see a more favorable/complex portrayal of him and other characters of color in LoZ. I personally haven't seen many versions of good guy/redeemed Ganondorf that really engage with the base structure of the LoZ games but I would love to see one that did.

Anyways I love your blog and analysis and I love seeing someone who finds analysis as inherently a part of their engagement with fandom as me, it's really nice :) I hope you're having a good day

I never posted about it much but sof did actually have a somewhat redeemed ganondorf, or as close to "good guy" as i'm willing to go with him in my own writing. sof was/is very much about me exploring the religious aspects of the lore and issues of fate vs self-determination, so my ganondorf was a much younger version of the character (similar in age to link and zelda) born into an extremist hylia-worshipping doomsday cult. in sof, ganondorf finds the remains of DEMISE'S sword and believes it to be the master sword, so when it starts ordering him around he follows the orders without question, believing that he's hearing the voice of hylia, and basically everyone in his life affirms to him that this is the correct choice and he's hylia's chosen one. Because of the intensity of the religious doctrine he was raised with, he has no problem following the sword's orders even when they become progressively more and more violent, and by the time link and zelda get to him he's nearly past the point of no return. (this is also partially a product of the setting I chose to put sof in--it's one of if not the first cycles after sksw, so the hyruleans' understanding of the reincarnation cycle and their own general history isn't super solid.) So that's my personal take on a "good guy" ganondorf, and, i think, the way i'd like to see it done in canon if ever they choose to go that route--because loz deals so much with the concepts of fate and cycles, I think leaning into a ganondorf who isn't inherently evil but can't escape the fate that waits for him is a fun way to take it.

[s0fter-sin]

ghost stares at the ceiling, chest heaving in a harsh pant; sweat ice on his clammy flesh and soaked into the sheet he restlessly kicks away.

ears still ringing, his fingertips blindly drift down to trail along his vivisection scar. he half-expects blood to smear in their wake. his own line of solomon, who ordered him split in twain; half of him given to a grieving mother and half left with the grieving to be.

just for both his broken halves to be rejected.

what did it make him that his mother grieved him more than she loved him? that she begged to be relieved of him more adamantly than she begged to receive him? why did his worth spill out with his drawn blood? why was his pain lesser than hers?

his hand flexes, digging into the raised scar like it’ll part beneath his fingertips to plunge into his mangled insides. no one knows the cruelty of reforming the halved; his name, his being, not nearly as important as his body when he was stripped from himself. no one knows the pain of healing and understanding losing pieces of yourself means losing your value along with them.

how many more pieces did he have to lose before he was halved once more? before his very presence incurred grief so strong it was better to be rid of him than cradle his bloodied remains?

did the infant fight himself? did he age always at odds with himself; his halves never truly whole? he hopes he wasn’t, that he was spared the loss of self; the fear that one may be welcomed over the other.

who will he lose when the inevitable comes? when he’s ripped apart again? simon? or ghost? is it better to be cursed with choice just like his mother or live with an aftermath chosen for him? does it matter if in the end, he convinces himself there was nothing of him left to lose?

his head lolls to the side and the wild buck of his chest slows. he watches johnny beside him, his face lax with the rare peace of sleep; his cheek squished against the pillow, his lips pursed as long breaths escape him.

johnny. soap. never torn asunder but two all the same.

he carefully reaches out and ghosts his fingers along the jagged scar on his chin. even in sleep, he presses into his bloodied touch. he’s never fled his half-flesh, never shies away from his gore as it spills unbidden from his cleaved torso. he holds on where his mother let him go; cups his stomach to hold his insides in place and never minds the blood that drips through his fingers.

simon will never let him become his own solomon and cannibalise himself. he will never let him question which half of him has more value; which pieces he can afford to lose before he’s cast aside.

ghost’s soap. simon’s johnny. his.

whole, in any incarnation.

[worstloki]

love the idea of the Avengers adding new members but being stingy about rooms so the OG Avengers each get their own but Bucky and Loki are forced to share one under the guise of it being 'healthy interaction'

[front-facing-pokemon]

[thefriendoforatioisdead]

You know what truly truly hurts me about this episode ? It's not just that she's dead, but it's the fact that she knew she was going to die. This 15 years old child realized that she had no vision about herself after the age of sixteen, so she drew the conclusion that she was probably going to die. She saw her sister living a beautiful life and she was happy about it. She didn't tell Wa anything because she knew it was useless to try and stop fate, and she didn't want to worry her for nothing. She tried everything to make her last day fantastic and she even had a vision on how she would die, but she lived through it, stayed happy. And then, this weird guy tried to strangle her and she had her vision about her birthday gift, and she felt all the weight lifting from her young shoulders, because now everything was going to go back to normal, and Wa would always always protect her, and she had her whole life in front of her.

But she was wrong, and she was not only murdered, but murdered brutally, alone, right before turning sixteen.

Not only did she have to mourn her own life for who knows how long, realizing that she would never be an adult, never see Wa becoming a lawyer, buying back their house, that she would never become an illustrator. Not only that immense pain that she carried alone, but the fact that in the sickest tragic irony, all this work she did on herself of acceptance got ripped away, and she let herself be relieved, and hope again (because she's such a positive person that hope would come back very easily and so strongly in her heart), only for it to be an illusion of just a few hours before meeting a terrible, unfair and cruel death.

WHY REVERSE 4 YOU ? WHY ? WHYYYYYYYYYY ?