#* musings / introduction.

[stephaniebrownthespoiler]

I know the whole point of your posts is that fandom shouldn't take Damian and Tim's beef not that serious, which I mostly agree with. But this is the first time I read something saying that Damian only really reacts to Tim provoking him in Red Robin, because fandom tends to interpret it the other way around

I KNOW RIGHT????

I remember when i first started reading the comics from the damian era and i was so genuinely confused because like

Tim is the one being mean. Tim is the one instigating all of this Damian isn't even doing anything!!

To be perfectly clear this behaviour 100% makes sense for Tim he distrusted Cass too in the beginning like he is just like this plus man is going through it during this time period.

but still i genuinely have no idea how fandom looked at this and came up with "Damian is an evil bully out to ruin Tim's life" like he is 10 years old be so serious rn

[musingmelsuinesmelancholy]

Soooo since tumblr appears to have consumed my initial introduction post here’s another one 🤩🤣

Hi! I’m Melusine, or Mel. (that’s what I’ll be going by online at least 😉) I’m a traditional witch who’s practice mainly draws from my local and ancestral lore as well as Catholicism, Gaulpol and cultus sabatti. Animism FTW. 🙌 I’m certainly a novice, I’ve only practiced TW for around 6 years? Before that I was more of a new age Wiccan type, though I do hesitate to actually refer to what I was doing then as Wicca.

I’m in my 20’s, I’m from New England. I adore all things history, anthropology, art and gardening! ((Also a massive stoner hahaha)).

Looking forward to interacting with y’all!!!!

[cxldtyrant]

I've been talking with @synthetixflora and reading Secret Six from DC's pre-New52 lineup, and the part where Bane is shocked that he is destined for hell despite having his own "code of honor" and different view of good and evil makes me think of Cooler. Cooler doesn't see himself as evil and has his own "code of honor", but if he found out he was going to hell it would certainly shake him to his core.

Dragon Ball has a very black-and-white moral scale despite literally having other species with unique cultures and worlds where they could play around with the concepts of moral scales, but they don't do that. They seem to have this set standard of what is considered good and evil. Granted, I'm not saying that what Cooler is doing isn't evil because by god, genocide and imperialism is 100% evil and that should not be a hottake. But I think it would be interesting if we could play around with the views of morality: that for each alien world it would be different, and that if an alien passed away they would be judged on the morals of their culture...

...or we could just go the existential horror of knowing that the otherworld moral scale is fixed, and if you don't meet its standards, you're going to hell. That could also be interesting too.

[crvelmelody]

•:*¨༺ ♱✮𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓✮♱ ༻¨*:•

sup! my name's ned (or wes; pronouns are she/he), i'm a seventeen years old fella coming from italy and this seems to be the introduction post to my page! ☆

☆ i'm into (nu) metal and rock music (and all their subgenres); my fav bands are limp bizkit, linkin park, deftones, slipknot, korn, pantera, tool, muse, black light burns (i literally love everything wes borland does), bring me the horizon twenty one pilots and so on... i'd love to go on forever but this post ain't enough :( (I have thousands of band I want to talk about! go check my spotify profile!) ☆.

☆ i'm a not so professional piano player, a self-taught guitarist and artist (someday i'll share my drawings with you all) and sometimes i like to pretend i can write.

i also have many interests, such as formula one, old tech, cyberpunk stuff (sci-fi in general), videogames (such as detroit: become human, cyberpunk 2077, postal 2, call of duty, cry of fear, silent hill, team fortress 2...) ☆.

!!!i'd prefere not to interact with anyone here who is anti-recovery (generally speaking, i myself am still recovering and i won't allow anyone to bring me or my mutuals down), homotransphobic, racist, fascist, nazist, and doesn't stand with palestine and ukraine!!!

remember, this is a safe place for anyone who wants to talk/vent/rant or just be friends. my dms are always open!

☆ i will try my best to be active here! cheers♡.

[aparticularbandit]

This is your reminder that our literal introduction to Ryoko is her scaring a stray cat.

Like we see the cat. We see the cat noticing her. And then we see the cat running away in fear.

Followed by Ryoko literally saying she does not care. She's skipping! She's happy! Who cares about a cat!

But this is such an inversion of what a plucky protagonist normally does. A plucky protagonist bends down and pets the cat. A plucky protagonist does not scare a cat.

Even from the beginning, we're supposed to know that something is wrong with Ryoko.

(Except that actually she's pure cinnamon roll who has done nothing wrong ever in her life ever so what does her introduction know.)

[pyramultimuse]

closed starter for @autistic-cowboy

Cupid!Hanzo & Demon!Cole

As a demon Cole was meant to be out spreading sin, using his powers to influence the humans so that their souls would end up in hell. His attention was drawn to something far more interesting, he found himself an angel. That what he thought until he got closer this angel was actually none other than Cupid, the god of love and desire. Out and about with his legendary bow and arrow, making the humans fall in love. The mischievous demon just had to mess with this handsome deity.

"My, my, my, what do we have here?" Cole asked as he flew over to the fluttering cupid. "A damn fine hunk if I do say so myself. Though I'd expect nothing less than perfection being the son of the goddess of beauty Venus herself." The demon said licking his lips as his eyes took in the other's appearance. "A rather lustful looking outfit you got on there, Cupid." He purred in his deep robust accent as he reached out with clawed hand to casually flip up the other's toga skirt.

Cole himself wore a very revealing outfit himself that was mostly black leather. Riding chaps with a thong that left nothing to the imagination. Over his muscular chest were straps and belts in an X pattern. No shoes as he had cloven hooves for feet. Horns on the sides of his head like bull horns, with a long tail ending in a spade tip as well as medium sized draconic looking wings. His skin was tan with a reddish tint with dark brown hair over his chest and arms. This demon was definitely an Incubus variant.

[blood-starved-beast]

A lot of mariadeline fics have Adeline be the one to die first. Which yeah, makes sense that Maria would kill herself after major tether to this Earth perishes. But consider!! The tragedy of Maria killing herself before Adeline dies.

Lady Maria always prioritizes herself (and how own issues/faults) to the detriment to her understanding of others. I'd argue this is why she never notices Gehrman's mania despite it being pretty obvious (I doubt the Doll was the first time he pulled such an act.) I wouldn't be surprised, therefore, that she in her overwhelming guilt and shame over her own actions, she forgets the connections she does have on Earth and the people who would miss her when she's gone.

Idk, this was inspired by how in the Hunter's Nightmare, when you first encounter Saint Adeline she asks if you were Maria, but climbing the Clocktower Maria is currently dead (until she is Not). More likely, the fics are right but again, it's a fun tragic fanfic concept to explore.

[bohemian-rhapsody-in-blue]

Beboptober 2024 Day 1: Eyes + Introduction

Thanks to @bebopcrew for the prompt list! Am I seriously doing Beboptober on top of all the other stuff I have to do during October this year, fellowship applications (although those are mostly done and filed away for now, at least) and grad school applications and thesis work and all the normal senior-year-of-college stuff? You bet your ass I am!!! Maybe I can just call it a writing exercise, a warm-up for my thesis...and if my insomnia's going to keep me up until horrific hours anyway, I may as well do something productive with it! And even if I don't get to all 31 days, at least we can say I tried...

If anyone's interested, you can see my prompts from Beboptober 2022 here (on Tumblr) and here (on AO3). I can't wait to see what everyone comes up with this year!

His eyes were gray. It was hard to tell at a distance, small and hidden as they were under a thick brow and bushy eyebrows, and in different lighting they could be mistaken for a mousy brown or a light blue. Not that he was given to romantic descriptions of things like eye colors, or anything. He wasn’t much of a poet—not in that way, at least.

The right one had a scar running vertically through it and a metallic piece reinforcing the skin underneath. No one had ever asked about that piece, and he’d never told. It didn’t do to dwell on the past if it didn’t help you in the present. And he could still see out of both eyes just fine. In any case, he supposed the enhancements around his eye weren’t as distinctive as the metal arm, nor as clear a reminder of the betrayal in his past. Losing his arm was dramatic, something he’d never let himself forget. Getting your eye a little damaged, a little scarred? Just an occupational hazard. All part of the job.

~~~~~

Her eyes were green, sparkling like gemstones. Emeralds. She had a pair of emerald earrings—probably fakes, but they looked the part—that brought out her eyes; she’d worn them that day at the opera, when she was trying to find out about Mao Yenrai. They made her feel fancy and beautiful, the way every woman deserved to feel at least once—like a delicacy, a luxury few could afford.

She was proud of having mastered the art of seduction, especially with just her face: a well-timed eyebrow raise, or narrowing of the eyes, could make men fall all over themselves to bend to her will. It was a delicate act. Like so many parts of her life. They said the eyes were the windows to the soul, but maybe hers were more like computer screens, projecting whatever she wanted them to project—so it didn’t matter if there wasn’t anything behind them at all. Or anything that wasn’t locked away deep where she couldn’t find it, where she searched, reached out for it in desperation, and came back with her hand grasping nothing but air. She was a luxury that wasn’t accessible to many. Not even herself.

~~~~~

Her eyes were gold, as unique as she was. Gold and gigantic, practically taking up half her face, gazing out at the world with wonder, with curiosity, with an unflinching, unsettling intensity—unless, of course, they got distracted and flitted elsewhere. Because the whole world fascinated her, and she wanted to explore every nook and cranny of it, divulge its every secret.

Her eyes were gold, but they didn’t always look it—not when they were covered with her great green goggles. They reflected the text on the screen of her beloved computer as she net-dived, hacking her way through the world. Even before she’d gotten off the little shack she’d cobbled together on Earth, those goggles, that computer, were how she flew through the universe and learned all its tantalizing bits of information, all she needed to know. Maybe they weren’t quite rose-colored glasses. But they were as close to it as this crew was ever going to get.

~~~~~

His eyes were two different colors. Technically, both were brown. But the right one was slightly lighter than his left, having been replaced with a cybernetic one after he’d long ago lost the real one in an accident. People said he was an incredible marksman owing to his keen eyesight—that he could see where people were going almost before they even arrived, then move as fluidly and rapidly as water so his bullet met them there. And it was true that he rarely missed a shot; it was one of the reasons he was such a feared bounty hunter. Was it attributable to his sight, though? He didn’t know. He tried not to dwell on things like that, to just take action.

His girl, once, had said that people got a strange feeling if they kept looking straight into his eyes. He hadn’t known she’d said that until later, after everything, after he’d made an unsettled half-peace with having lost her forever. He’d heard her say it secondhand, from a man he’d met briefly on Callisto—someone who, quite unexpectedly, knew people from his past—and then lost, too. People just didn’t seem to stay in his life long. Or he didn’t stay in theirs.

Maybe that’s why he lived in the past so much. His left eye saw the past, and his right eye, the present. That was what he was really seeing, all this time. Only patches of reality. No wonder looking into his eyes apparently felt strange, disorienting—people who said that should imagine what it was like to actually live it. And no matter how much he tried not to dwell on the past, it was always there following him, always in his eyes.

[septemberkisses]

hi everyone, welcome to my tumblr!

i'm soumya (but i prefer to go by 'miya'), the human embodiment of coffee cravings and cat memes.

• basics: she/her // ☼virgo • ☾ libra • ↑ scorpio.

• 20-something year old born on 21st september.

• currently pursuing a master's degree in museology (aka museum studies), and have a penchant for procrastination.

• i love all things:

desi (indian), history, van gogh, sunsets, sunflowers, coffee, cats, museums, art, literature and music (lana del rey to one direction to stray kids to hozier - & so many more) so plsss hmu if our interests match (but also if they don't <3).

• you can also find me here:

sideblog: @miyasbingelist and @softquokka

pinterest ≈ spotify ≈ instagram

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Thank you for the love that you all have given me so far. It means a lot to me, and i am beyond grateful for it <3 love you all.

-Miya ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°✧⁠*⁠。

(ps- asks & dms are always open <;3)

[queenharumiura]

Closed starter for @whiskeysmulti

Haru pushes the door open to see the person she was looking for at his desk. What else could she possibly expect from him? It was just him in the office, so...

"Kyouya-san, Haru found these little ones pecking at her window this morning." She holds out her hand to show two little birds, smaller than the usual ones- so they had to be pretty young. "Haru thinks they got separated from the rest of the flock and got lost."

She wasn't sure how they found their way to her home, but they must've been smart enough to know she could help them find their way back 'home.'

[sullengirl-888]

☕️ — kat ✧₊⁺ she/her minor infj-t donnie darko fangirl music enthusiast cinephile reader & book addict audrey hepburn’s long lost daughter french new wave & old hollywood enjoyer matty healy defender calico critter mother queen of coney island occasional baker incredibly stupidly sensitive brat pack wannabe henry winter's wife laura palmer empathizer february aquarius hopeless romantic morbidly longing for the picturesque at all costs vinyl / physical media collector born 2 late 4 gregory peck & jfk jr :( thought daughter carpe diem . live forever .

divider credits : @/v6que, @/aqualogia

tags below 4 exposure 🤍

[ask-masakichi-n-squad]

"Hi, my name is Masakichi. I do not know what to say about myself..."

"Well, I wish I wasn't so useless."

((Masakichi is the fourth child of my OC, Kinoshita Harukichi and he is a cinnamon roll, I tell you.

If you think he has an inferiority complex, you're right. He does not think highly of himself and dreams of being like his elder brother someday.

Masakichi may be a good fighter, but he is not fond of war and yearns for peace. He has yet to find a purpose in his life.

Perhaps, you can guide his heart in the right path?))

((Feel free to invite him on dates and what not. But personally, I prefer slow burn.))

((It would be nice if you DO NOT recognise my muses right away, though canon characters can go "Hey, aren't you that person?")

((No NSFW interactions on this blog please!))

((This is a multi-muse blog featuring my other OCs, Hydrangeas, Asa, Tsuru, Tsukiko and Tatsu. Maybe Fuyu and other OCs too.))

((This is me, @colourless-hydrangeas))

[shiroi---kumo]

Muse Introduction || Valkoinen Pilvi

Name: Valkoinen Pilvi || White Cloud Birthday: Jan 29th Height: 5'6" Age: 34 (current / wonderland) || up to 17 (misterica / pre-fall) Horn number: 7 / mixed sizes Horn crystal: Amethyst Medical: Neurodivergent, depression; anxiety; c-ptsd, Dissociative Identity Disorder Survived the Fall: No Can Soul Tap: Yes Can Summon: Yes Occupation: - Crowned Prince ; Next to be King // Wanderer (Wonderland) Alias: Lord Makenshi, The White Devil, Demon Swordsman, The Child of White Birthplace: Misterica || The Palace Current Location: Wonderland

Family: -Sitruuna Shokki || Lemon Shock (Great Uncle; Deceased) - Palava Tuli || Blazing Fire (Great Aunt; Deceased) - Sitriini Sinfonia || Citrine Symphony (Uncle; Alive) - Helakanpunainen Aurinko || Scarlet Sun (Father; Deceased) - Ametisti Kuu || Amethyst Moon (Mother; Deceased) - Punainen Usva || Red Mist ( Older Brother; Deceased) - Sininen Taivas || Blue Skies (Grandfather; Adoptive; Deceased)

- Revon Tulet || Northern Lights (Prime Bind; Bodyguard; Alive) - Nousi Aamunkoitto || Rose Dawn (Soul Bind; Teacher; Alive) - Tähtien Valo || Star Light (Soul Bind; Teacher; Alive) - Ilta Palo || Evening Blaze (Soul Bind; Teacher; deceased) - Aqua Sielu || Aqua Soul (Soul Bind; Teacher; Alive) - Violetti Sydän || Violet Heart (Soul Bind; Teacher; deceased) - Laventelin Kukka || Lavender Flower (Soul Bind; Teacher; deceased)

Abilities: telepathic with his sword, skilled with most bladed weapons, can dual wield. Flight capable and possesses acute hearing for both long distance and high frequency. Can use Wind, Ice, Water, Barrier and Healing Magic. Can summon up to 4 sword dragons at one time. Dragon like strength. Immortal. Accelerated healing; can revive from any death. Mist Color: White Mist Ability: Sleep

Appearance Pre- The Fall of Misterica:

Appearance Post- Fall / In Wonderland:

[tee-hee-heidi]

I really do want Mythical Lovers to progress as a project eventually. Even if I have to give up the idea of the comic and turn it into something else (a light novel, an illustrated story or something, anything) I just really want to tell these characters' story.

Which means I'll eventually have to sit my ass down (when all my other projects and university and other lifestuff allows it) and get to at least *write* something.

Anyway unrelated but I'm working on a better, more fleshed out storyline that I intend on posting here HOLD ME TO IT

[rants-n-chants]

Intro side blog to my main - @27paperlilies

My rants, ravings and occasional except from the books I'm working on 'Sundial' and 'Apparition'

I decided to make this tumblr as a place of therapy, where the treatment is screaming into the void about life, diogenes would be proud or just exasperated.

This blog serves as an outlet for my internal dialogue, allowing me to freely vent and engage in shameless shitposting, withoit sacrificeing my theme on my poetblr, here I'll unapologetically dissect the world and await the day my mortal chamber finally set

[apollos-boyfriend]

really love that you’re barefoot in your osha boyfriends drawing. hard hat but no shoes. peak safety

there is a LORE REASON for that okay it’s DEFINITELY not just because i couldn’t figure out how to draw shoes in that moment and wanted to post it asap STOP clowning on my cubito for not wearing shoes i swear there’s a REASON i just don’t have time to DRAW IT right now