#Aubergine posts

[dukeaubergine]

“It’s totally possible that Tim has the biggest kill count of all the Robins because of that time he blew up the League of Assassin bases.”

If that’s the case, then arguably Stephanie has a similar kill count thanks to being the person who deliberately kicked off War Games.

It just depends on how many levels of separation down the chain-of-consequences we’re willing to go.

[letsbesharkfriends]

the joy of suddenly finding text posts to make SFTH memes with

[svnnyd4ys]

SFTH character tweets!!

[youling-the-ghost]

Titch and Derek are actually the most black cat x golden retriever couple ever.

[pilotsacrilege]

pea,rl chrismtas

[sunwayholm]

Yaayyyy! A happy drawing!

Just like every drawing I have ever made.

[the-acid-pear]

I love how Jack in 3 mostly refuses to be nice to Dave to his face but he'll be so on his back. Like parallel him puking at the sight of a painting of Dave on the Flipside and turning down every flirting attempt (I'm counting him telling DaveTrap to shut up about his ass btw) to him speaking so fondly of Dave to Jake and when Roger mentions an aubergine wearing lingerie on the tapes he's like Wait Employee Can I See? 👀 like. I really feel his feelings for this man remain as much as before but he is too busy sigma'ing his way and bottling them up because 20 years alone left him bitter. Blows up. 💥

[brok3nb0n3]

Hi! Hello! It's my first post there!:D (Don't ask what is this) I also have Instagram :3

[practicedvmm13fullofpotatoes]

I love how the two sides to my creative brain get to fight with eachother

It's annoying yet entertaining

Also!! Headcanon Phillip design!!

[pixelxgore]

Just a doodle for fun I concoct strange things when bored

(This isn't even the worst/hj)

I literally love Dave

(lil ooc sorry)

[lovelyllamasblog]

Wang Yan Mei 🏮

Parent: The Emperor

Parent’s Story: The Nightingale

Powerful Qualities: Leader, Confident, Flexible

Roommate: Ahilya Aubergine

Secret Heart’s Desire: As the next Empress, I would love to make great contributions to help my country thrive.

My “Magic” Touch: I love music. I can play a plethora of instruments, though you won’t find most of them in the EAH Muse-ic room.

Storybook Romance Status: Everyone at EAH knows that Daring Charming is very handsome. It’s no surprise that he has almost every girl falling for him.

“Oh Curses!” Moment: As the next Empress, I tend to be very, ah, pushy. Though I know some others would say demanding. I also tend to mention that I��m going to be an Empress far too much. It’s a habit, I’ll admit.

Favorite Subject: Kingdom Management. As the next Empress, my duty to my kingdom is very important.

Least Favorite Subject: Princessology. I am going to be the Empress, and I’ve had princess lessons my entire life, so it just feels like revision to me.

Best Friends Forever After: Phoenix Tsaritsa, Alanna Dale, Yeh Jia Li, Midred Goldstraw, Meena River, and Sandra Castle

Pet: My panda, Madame Pan, is an adorable but lazy one.

[dukeaubergine]

Oh g*d I did not realize the dizzy on dreams hiatus has been nearly a year now. The last chapter if you're not a king has been waiting even longer...I have like... an idea of what should happen for that one but need to rewatch some Rebels episodes to get everyone's voices right.

dizzy on dreams I have much more of an outline but got stuck on the transition from the current chapter to the debutante ball (need to cover Tim's mission for Babs, but in how much detail?) and also several things about the ball. I'm hoping the latter will reveal itself once I'm in the writing flow.

All of the non-Bat fic posted since the hiatus started is actually stuff I wrote a while ago, and pulled out to edit. I don't have the last few chapters of A Lord's Gonna Come done yet, but it's also got an outline and trouble hammering out the details. And an actual buffer.

[mightyray]

Here's all the gifts and requests I did for the awesome @charleecat-bat go follow her, she's very cool! Disclaimer Clear Quartz (the character between the two sonic fan characters) is owned by Muetron, Tenchu the purple fured robed guy is owned by queenmoreta and Isador the small tanned frecked echidna also in a robe is owned by cryptidneet from dA. I was doing gift art for people who wanted to give something to their friends a long time ago.

[svnnyd4ys]

final part of SFTH plays as Siken quotes!!

plays 23-38~

BEETROOTS AND MURDER "Shame means you're guilty, like the rest of us, but you think you're better than us. Maybe you are." (self-portrait against red wallpaper - War of the Foxes)

SUSAN'S HOLIDAY "The yard is dark, the tomatoes are next to the whitewashed wall, the book on the table is about Spain, the windows are painted shut." (seaside improvisation - Crush)

THE EVIL MAKE-A-WISH KID "A man with a bandage is in the middle of something. Everyone understands this. Everyone wants a battlefield. Red. And a little more red. Accidents never happen when the room is empty." (detail of the fire - War of the Foxes)

PRISCILLA'S FINAL PETAL "Hold onto your voice. Hold onto your breath. Don't make a noise, don't leave this room until I come back from the dead for you. I will come back from the dead for you." (you are Jeff - Crush)

THE MYSTERY OF THE MIDNIGHT CIRCUS "This is not your problem. You have your own body to deal with. The lamp by the bed is broken. You are feeling things he is no longer in touch with." (a primer for the small weird loves - Crush)

CAESAR & JULIET "We were in the gold room, where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said 'What do you want, sweetheart?' and you said 'Kiss me.' Here I am leaving you clues. Here I am singing while Rome burns." (snow and dirty rain - Crush)

WINE UNDER THE BRIDGE "And everyone secretly wants to collaborate with the enemy, to construct a truer version of the self. How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder?" (portrait of Fryderyk in shifting light - war of the foxes)

THE UNRELENTING AUBERGINE "Names of spells and names of hexes, names cursed quietly under the breath, or called out loudly to fill the yard, calling you inside again, calling you home." (saying your names - Crush)

THE LIGHTHOUSE "The walls were strong, the nails: reliable. The room grew darker or lighter depending on the placement of the lamps; the hands of his hands alluding to a secret world beyond the frame he shouldn't have any knowledge of." (the field of rooms and halls - War of the Foxes)

MURDERS IN SPACE "History is a little man in a brown suit trying to define a room he is outside of. I know history. There are many names in history, but none of them are ours." (little beast - Crush)

MARIGOLDS, BLUEBELLS & HUGH "Crown yourself with leaves and stake your claim before something smears up the paint. I turned away from darkness to see daylight, to see what would happen. What happened? What does a man want? Power." (landscape with a blur of conquerors - War of the Foxes)

MOIST & MAGICAL "Anything past the horizon is invisible, it can only be imagined. You want to see the future, but you can only see the sky." (road music - Crush)

BURGLARY & BOBSLEDDING "We collide with place, which is another name for God, and limp away with a permanent injury. Ask for a blessing? You can try, but we will not remain unscathed." (landscape with fruit rot and millipede - War of the Foxes)

TOBY'S SECRET POCKET "They want to stop but they can't stop. They don't know what they're doing. This is not harmless, the how to touch it, we do not want the screen completely lifted from our eyes, just lifted long enough to see the holes." (the dislocated room - Crush)

BALLET ON THE BATTLEFIELD "The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don't have that kind of time. Forget the dragon, leave the gun on the table, this has nothing to do with happiness." (litany in which certain things are crossed out - Crush)

THE PHANTOM OF HORNCHURCH "I'm not sure why I do it, but in this version you are not feeding yourself to a bad man against a black sky prickled with small lights. I take it back. These wooden halls with caskets. These terms from the lower depth. I take them back." (litany in which certain things are crossed out - Crush)

[youling-the-ghost]

mornings with him – a ditch ficlet

Derek found comfort in his strange yet endearing morning routine. word count: 800

A ray of sunlight peeped through the curtains and cascaded itself onto Derek's bed, jolting him awake. The clock on the wall indicated that it was 6 AM. Derek groaned and dragged a hand down his face, cringing at the stubble that covered his chin—he felt like a teenager, all gangly limbs and awkward changes to his body that he hadn't quite grown accustomed to yet. It was comforting, in a way.

Derek sat up—or at least, tried to sit up. He almost succeeded before a pair of arms dragged him back into the bed, snuggling him into the pile of blankets and pillows. Derek let out a muffled cry of protest, but the arms didn't relent.

"Love," Derek said, the words buried in an airy laugh. "I need to make breakfast."

Titch groaned and leaned his body onto Derek's so that there was basically no space between their bodies, nestling his face into Derek's neck.

"Breakfast can wait..." he murmured. "I'm cold."

"It's August," Derek deadpanned. To be honest, he was overheating in Titch's arms and the blankets.

When Titch showed no signs of letting go, Derek sighed and resorted to his contingency plan; he grabbed the arms that held him hostage and pried them open, which proved to be quite a difficult task—despite what his stature might suggest, Titch was incredibly strong.

In the sliver of time that he bought himself, Derek lunged forward and dove out of the bed, landing on the wooden floor with a soft thud.

Titch mumbled some nonsense, incoherent and jumbled by a half-conscious brain, in protest. Derek planted an apologetic kiss on Titch's cheek and ruffled his blonde hair, which had a golden sheen from the sunlight that peeked through the curtains.

Derek snuck one last glance at his lover, whose face smoothed into a tranquil expression as he presumably returned to dreamland, and found himself smiling. He had come a long way, both of them had. It felt like just yesterday when Titch was lighting candle after candle, refusing to sleep until the first crack of dawn peeked through the night.

Derek grimaced at his reflection; his hair was sticking up in every direction, and he was in desperate need of a shave. He patted his hair in a vain attempt to school it, but the pile of curls immediately stuck back out again. Derek sighed in defeat and decided that he'd bother with his rebellious hair some other time, instead shifting his attention to everything else that needed fixing.

Shaving was something that caused Derek intense annoyance and euphoria in the strangest of oxymorons. The act itself was tedious, and if he had the option to, Derek would absolutely choose to never have to pick up a razor again.

But in a way, the razor in his hand and the shaving cream on his face represented progress that he never thought would be possible. It was a symbol of his growth, his comfort in his own body, which was beautiful despite all the tediousness.

Derek flinched as an improperly-angled movement caused a shallow gash across his cheek. He could do without all the blood that he had drawn in the process of learning this strange aspect of manhood, though.

The shaving cream washed off his face with a splash of water and Derek dragged a hand across his now-smooth skin. It felt like velvet between his fingers. Derek smiled. He was proud of himself.

The pink apron was an essential part of the cooking process, and this was only partially a joke.

Strangely enough, all of Derek's best and fluffiest flapjacks were made while he donned the frilly baby pink apron that James got Titch as a joke for Christmas one year. It was a strange phenomenon that was difficult to explain every time someone asked why he was working in the fields while wearing something that looked like it belonged to a Barbie playset.

Lost in thought about aprons, Derek barely noticed the arms that snaked around his waist.

Derek chuckled. "Good morning, love," he said without turning around. "So you finally woke up, huh?"

"Mornin'," Titch mumbled into Derek's shirt.

Sometimes it was hard to believe that the Titch currently clinging onto him like a koala on a eucalyptus tree was the same standoffish, emotionally closed-off Titch that he was first introduced to years ago.

Derek didn't bother shrugging Titch off. He didn't mind the physical contact; he quite enjoyed it, actually. The two stayed like that in silence, with the only noise in the room being the ambient sizzling of the pan and whirring of the range hood.

"I love you," Derek said as he placed a finished flapjack onto a plate.

"Yeah."

Derek knew that it was Titch's way of saying, "I love you too."

[i-may-be-an-emu]

I forgot to post this on tumblr too so here’s a ditch edit I made the other day :D

mild warning for bright colours/light

Audio credit: “Cassiopeia” by bears in trees

Video credit: @shootimpro (Improvised Play #30 - The Unrelenting Aubergine)

(Btw the empty sfth blog is because someone got the url and is saving it for if sfth ever want to join tumblr)