#3am city

[galina]

Late at the 24 hour bagel spot on Brick Lane

[sunny-rants]

2023 out here beating the “cinema is dead” allegations with pure camp

[lemontarto]

i bet on losing dogs (but you see, the winner takes it all)

[psykopaths]

[ayamari-no-goshi]

Weird things I’m thinking about at 3am again

You know, I’m aware that Batman and at least some of the Batfam have the mental fortitude to shake off types of brainwashing/drug induced hallucinations.

-> off the top of my head, I know both Bruce and Jason have overcome fear toxin, and I know Dick basically made a telepath cry cuz mental training

But, with all the crap that happens in Gotham and the fact it is canonically cursed, it does surprise me they don’t have wards against supernatural possession (at least to my knowledge). While we don’t tend to see too much in the way of the supernatural in the main Batman comics, we do know Gotham is a city who has a spirit from one of the Hellblazer comics.

Like, my brain is telling me that it wouldn’t be surprising for Gotham to try to manipulate her heroes. Or stronger ghosts trying to possess or at least influence the vigilantes in hopes of getting avenged. Or evil spirits/demons openly trying to possess those in the city.

And it as a result, I could see the vigilantes of the cities carrying a ward with them or painting it on their skin for protection.

Look, I know Bruce seems to naturally intimidate a lot of supernatural things, but they do exist in DC. And with Gotham being Gotham, it honestly surprises me the heroes of the city don’t encounter it more.

[too0bsessedformyowngood]

Sorta a continuation of this post.

I’ve been thinking more about reverse robins AU with Duke as the Dick/Nightwing parallel, and I have some ideas.

So like, Duke came first. He was the light to Batman’s darkness. I don’t know if he would start off with Signal or another mantle and become Signal later on, but he definitely had the bright colors from the start. Batman might be the Dark Knight but Duke was Gotham’s (K)night Light. Batman fought what hid in the shadows but Signal chased the shadows away, provided a guiding light home. He was the Sunshine when the never ending grey clouds got too thick. He was Gothams hope and inspiration for a brighter future.

But don’t forget he was also a menace. I don’t think it would go down exactly like it did in the comics, it was the early years for Batman-and for the villains as well. After Duke’s parents were gone (maybe by Joker still turning them mad with Joker gas in Joker earliest year, maybe year one for him or something else) he started planning. He started working harder in school, focusing on the sciences to one day make a cure but also would go out looking for his parents, like in canon. He would stumble into things way bigger, overhearing plots from villains and mafias and decided to become an inconvenience for them. Letting the airs out of tires when no one was watching, a fire alarm pulled right before an attack, door stoppers on the outside of each door to a warehouse trapping the villains who where planning inside. A sudden strong of bad luck befalling the main terrors of Gotham. It didn’t go unnoticed, especially by Batman. Duke kept his streak of being unseen until one night he crossed paths with the Bat.

Bruce for his part would have know about the little boy who lost his parents in the attack, and it would have also brought up some memories for him as well. He would have kept a small track of him, but noticed he was in foster care so didn’t do much until one day he came across the reason behind all the karma the villain have be having. Looking into the boys eyes and seeing the same fire that he had, blazing more fierce as Duke explains how he will find his parents and save them, and if he could prevent more bad things along the way he will. Something pinging in Bruce’s soul, this kid lost his parents like he did but not fully, and he still had hope among the need for justice, something that had faded so long ago for himself. He took Duke back that day, promising that he will find Duke’s parents, and kept a closer eye on him after the fact.

Duke noticed that after that day it became like clockwork, he would sneak out, search Gotham, cause a little chaos, get caught by the Bat and brought back to his current foster home. Bruce did some digging, looked for Dukes parents but also found out that Leslie Thompkins was the person in charge of Duke’s case. After a few weeks of the new schedule he met up with Dr. Thompkins. They talked about how Duke has been bounced around from home to home and sneaking out to find his parents almost every night. After a long conversation, and not as much convincing as one would expect, Duke found himself being driven to his next foster home, Wayne Manor.

Okay I’m going to leave this here for now. I ended up writing so much more than I though I would lmao. I have more ideas and will probably continue this soon.

[sunshinerainbowpeace-blog]

ADHD Sophie

[foxfireartz]

hey guys

[felixcosm]

Me: Time to listen to something calming for my nerves <3

Cecil: Is that really you in the mirror? Are you sure? What if you look away and a creature bites your throat out? Do you have hammer? Can you break the mirror before it's too late? Why does ice cracking sound so much like human bones snapping? What if you bent your finger backwards until the bone shattered? Is your mother real? Are you real? Is it tearing into your flesh, is that why you're screaming? Are you losing consciousness? Are you safe? Are you real? Are you sure? Are you? Are you? Are you?

[zakalwe-the-ninth]

Ok but Harrow/Gideon gives me vague Vetinari/Vimes vibes.

I'm not sure I could elaborate if I tried.

[shadeswift99]

SHADE. Shade I need your minecraft worldbuilding brain.

They introduced a bunch of new shards to 1.20. The one depicting the Warden is called "mourner."

THE POSSIBILITIES?? It's not just guarding these ancient cities, it's mourning what they once were? Maybe it's similar to an iron golem, a construct built to protect and then abandoned? Maybe it caused the ruination and it mourns what it destroyed? Maybe it's just cranky we disturbed it????

I really like all of those ideas! But, as is my duty as Shade, I am going to introduce you to an extra and more horrifying possibility!

So. Sculk. It's a fungus-like corruption that spreads when it's fed by XP, which is essentially souls or life energy in-universe released at the death or breaking of something. No mobs other than the Warden can spawn in the Deep Dark, which to me suggests sculk has a level of toxicity that even the undead can't handle. Except some people - players - seem to be able to withstand it, at least for a short period of time.

There sure is a lot of sculk in ancient cities, isn't there. A whooole lotta sculk. Whole lot of that stuff that duplicates through death of other living things.

Maybe the cities were full, when the first sculk was discovered. Maybe the toxicity claimed the first person to find it and spread as a result of that, the danger growing the more it took, until it was a wave few could escape. Maybe some got away through those odd portals, the ones with higher natural resistances lasting long enough to flee. ...Or, maybe some of them, left alive long enough to watch everyone else die, couldn't bring themselves to leave. Maybe they stayed to mourn the loss, exposing themselves for longer than even they could withstand. Maybe instead of dying, they changed.

The Warden has the same size hitbox as a player. In spite of visually far exceeding that size, it can fit through the same size gaps. Almost as if it outgrew the volume the Universe had calculated for it. And its ribcage, open and filled with sculk-like texture inside, has always read as human-like to me. The sculk controls it, so the body tries to kill living things to fuel the spread. It's only natural.

But maybe, like the cordyceps fungus, the sculk leaves the brain intact while bending the muscles of the body to its own purposes. Perhaps the Warden's eyes are closed because the mourner is still mourning - the loss of their city, still, or what they lost of themselves by not turning away.

[slightlypoisonedtea]

So like ages ago, pinterest/tiktok/whatever was full of people's favorite relationship dynamics, right? like sunshine x grump, tiny angry x tall calm. But I was thinking: My favorite relationship dynamics are my otps. Like it doesn't have to BE those people, but it has to be those people-coded. So my favorite relationship dynamics are percy x annabeth, ladybug x chat noir, and keefe sencen x sophie foster. bc there literally aren't enough adjectives to describe them. Sure I could say serious x goofy or wing it x extensive planning, but then what abt when the goofy one is sincere, and the serious one is sobbing on the floor or something? And maybe the goofy-ness is just a coping mechanism. And maybe the planning and seriousness is too. And what if they're both just traumatized children who have way too many responsibilities. btw if u see weird nonsense like this and wonder why, just know that most of my posts are written at 3 am then scheduled to random innocent times when normal people are awake in an attempt to seem normal. So my brain is in 3am random nonsense mode rn, and I've been up for this long on literally the 3 hours of sleep I got LAST night. I think my nonsense is reasonable. Also this sleep deprivation was completely self induced I'm just fun like that

[fizzytoo]

[solarpunkani]

Ok fuck it you know something I've never really quite understood about part of the Leftist vs Liberals debate on voting.

So so so many people act like its either-or. Like you're either dedicating your entire life to voting and promoting politicians and phone banking or whatever, or you're a True Rebel waiting for The Uprising to Come and Solve Everything.

But like. In my experience. Me voting is just me kinda go 'which person seems kinda good? Which one at least sucks the least? ok lemme go vote.' and then its anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour tops of my life. And I still have plenty of time to do Stuff and participate in Conversations about Other Important Things. And also you can admit and acknowledge and understand that the system As Is kinda sorta really sucks ass, but also still admit and acknowledge and understand that at this current point in time we are still living in the suckass system and do something to alleviate the suckass At Least A Little while also working to bolster/create/advocate for Other Systems.

I guess just like. it's not a black or white thing. Between 'top 500 volunteers for a specific politician/voting office/etc' and 'absolutely positively not voting at all' there is a gray area called 'vote and then just do other stuff'.

[bright-and-burning]

🐑💗 #summer vacation #strangers to lovers #insomnia #bittersweet ending

🐑 send me a fake set of fic tags, and i’ll try to come up with a summary for it!

There’s music playing down the beach. Oscar doesn’t usually make it this far, has always turned back earlier in the desperate hope of falling asleep before the glaring red lines of his clock display 4:00. He’s kind of annoyed, honestly. Can’t even have a crisis in peace, he thinks, immediately irritated at his own dramatics. Oscar keeps walking. It’s not often his walks are interrupted by anything other than drunk teenagers, though that’s probably still the case here. Hey kids, got any career advice? Oscar snorts, shaking himself out of his thoughts, and stops.

The source of the music is clear. A beachside bar, full of flashing lights and not much else. There’s a man wiping down tables, warbling along enthusiastically to a song Oscar doesn’t recognize. Something too sad for the tiki bar themed plastic surrounding him.

Oscar raps his knuckles on the railing marking the edge of the bar. “Still open, or?”

The man startles, turning to look at Oscar. He runs a hand through his hair, somehow getting glitter in his wilting curls.

Oscar stifles a laugh.

“Can’t serve alcohol at this hour, but you can sit for a bit,” he says, clearly eyeing the bags under Oscar’s eyes. He goes back to his table, scrubbing at a sticky spot. “Not really the usual crowd, are you?”

[heyimanowl]

A pack of mimlimims in their natural habitat