#HE DESERVES THEM ALL

[ink-blot-thoughts]

"Cucumber-bro and Airplane-bro would make a good couple-"

False. They're both morons. They would never acknowledge they are together. They would make a good "We got married drunk as a joke and take long romantic walks together and kiss each other on the mouth but no homo just as bros haha" pair and that's it.

Someone asks if they're married and one says "Yes" while the other says "Oh we're just bros", and they both look at each other and then switch answers.

[luminiciant]

all the flowers

[giggly-squiggily]

Mental Image (Big Windup)

Heyo! Guess who has more Big Windup content to share? This girl! I love the characters so much y'all, and Abe has been sitting there waiting for me to write him as a lee- so here we are! I hope you like it! :D

I'm tagging you in this @intheticklecloset cause I know how much you love these boys :D Take that, hehe >:D

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist):

@cupcake-spice13

Summary: Mihashi's struggling to figure out this whole smiling thing, so Abe and Tajima try to help him out- sorta.

“When you get up on that pitcher mound, wear a big smile!”

Mihashi tried. He practiced in the mirror when no one was looking. He pulled on his cheeks. He tried to mold the wobbly cringe that was his mouth into what he hoped would come off as a confident smile.

Nothing. He looked terrified. Well- at least what he saw reflected what he felt.

“This isn’t working…” He groaned to himself, tucked away in the dugout’s corner after another failed attempt to smile. He thought he was doing well until Tajima told him he looked like a guilty criminal trying to lie his way out of a murder.

From terrified to guilty- and now even murderous. This smiling thing was difficult.

Footsteps approached, followed by a weight flopping beside him on the bench. “Ugh, my legs are gonna be sore for days.” Abe groaned as he tugged off his gear. “How about you? Are you holding up alright, Mihashi?”

“Eh? Erm, y-yeah, I’m fine…” The pitcher ducked further into his arms, ears red. How could he face Abe after such a disastrous attempt to follow his advice?

“Hm…” The catcher raised a brow at him, suspicious. “Mihashi, are you still hung up on what Tajima said?”

Silence.

“Do you want me to go talk to him?”

“N-no! No, please…it’s okay.” Mihashi startled up in a panic, rapidly shaking his head.

“Then what’s eating at you?”

Mihashi chewed on his lip, forcing the words to come out. “I…I’m trying to do as you said. Wear a b-big smile when I go to the pitch…but it won’t come out right.” He ducked lower in his arms, ears burning. “I’m sorry, I can’t seem to d-do it..”

Abe blinked. Then he reached out and poked Mihashi in the armpit. 

“That’s it? Man, and here I thought it was something else.” He shook his head with a grin as the other boy spasmed, giggles bubbling over. “Look, I know I told you to do that, but you don’t have to follow everything I say. I’m your teammate, not your master.”

“I know that! I just…want to.” Mihashi shrunk some, rubbing his side. “It’s good advice, I think-know!” He looked up wide-eyed at Abe’s amused smile. “I-I want to smile on the mound!”

“Heh, fair enough. Well, forcing it isn’t gonna work. We’ve figured that out already.” The catcher leaned back in his seat, gracefully ignoring the burning blush Mihashi wore at the comment. “What you need is a mental image. Something you can think of that makes you smile naturally. So,” Abe raised a brow at him expectedly. “What’s something that makes you happy?”

“Oh-uh…I don’t really know? Um…pitching?”

“How about something unrelated. Family? Friends?”

“Erm…”

“Pets? Random dog videos?”

Mihashi tried, racking his brain for ideas. Alas, nothing came to mind, too racked with performance anxiety.

“This might be a problem.” Abe sighed just as Tajima bounced over, dirty and gleeful.

“What is? Is Mihashi trying to smile again?” The cleanup batter giggled at the memory, turning to the mentioned boy with shining eyes. “I won’t laugh this time- give it another go!”

“Tajima, not now- we’re in the middle of something.” Abe waved him off, but the other was already getting comfortable, tossing off his helmet and stretching his arms high. “Go do that somewhere else- you stink!”

“Look who’s talking, Mr. Spring clean!” The smaller boy reached out, poking Abe in the gut. “Don’t act like you smell like roses and sunshine just because you stayed squatting all morning! We all stink here- right Mihashi?”

“Uh-”

“Right! See, he agrees!” Tajima was still poking, increasing the amount of fingers when Abe started to squirm, lips trembling. “Come on- say it with me! We stink!”

“Tahhahajimahaha, nohhohoho! Gohohoho awahahahy!” The catcher batted at his hands, giggle breaking up his words. He tried his best to double over and block him out, but that only seemed to encourage Tajima to go for the ribs. “Nohohoho, not theehhere!”

“Aww, is someone a teensy weensy bit ticklish? Is he?” Tajima cooed, bringing his other hand into play as he tapped along his ribs. “Say you stink to and I’ll stop~”

“Nehehehehehver!”

Mihashi sat in awe, eyes wide and mouth agape at the sight. He had no idea Abe was ticklish- let alone THIS ticklish! He thought he was bad…

“Mihashi! Watch this!” Tajima winked before closing the gap, squatting down so he could tuck himself into Abe’s defenses. Within minutes, his hands were on his sides, going straight for the lower ribs.

“TAHAHAHJIMAHAHAHHAHA!” Abe arched backwards with a squeal, loud and high pitched. He jerked back so harshly his hat flew off his head, revealing his smiling face to the pair. Mihashi forgot how to breathe, absolutely mesmerized by the sight. “STHAHAHAHHAP THAHHAHAHAHT- NOT THEHEHEHHERE!”

“Do you still think you smell good? Huh, do you?” Tajima cooed, burying his face into Abe’s belly for extra tickles. “You know what to saaaay~”

“AHEHAHHAHAHAH FUHUHUUUHUUHUCK! GEHHAHHAHHAHAHA! FIHIIHIHNE FIHIHIHIIHNE!” Abe cried, rapidly slapping at Tajima’s shoulder. “FIHIIHINE WE AHAHHAHAHALL STHIHIIHIHIHINK!”

“See? Now was that hard?” Tajima sat back, grinning like a goon as Abe slumped, arms hugging his trembling frame as he gasped for air. “And that, boys, is how we get Abe to agree to just about anything.” Standing up, he ruffled Mihashi’s hair as he passed, Coach Maria calling out to him for another drill. “Bye guys!”

“Ahahahsshole…” Abe groaned, lying flat against the bench as he reached for his discarded hat, pulling it over his flushed face. “Fohohor the record..I ohohonly said that so he’d stohohop…I dohohn’t stink, right?” When no response came, he moved his hat with a raised brow.“Oi, are you even listening?”

“Huh? O-Oh, yeah, I am.” Mihashi nodded. “We smell bad, I got that.”

“What, no I said I don’t stink!”

“Eeh, sorry-!”

“Boys, come on! Time for drills!” Saved by Coach Maria it seemed. 

Abe made a noise of complaint as he got up, pulling his gear back on. “Ah man, we never did figure out what makes you happy, did we?”

“It’s okay. I actually think I have it now.” Mihashi nodded, pulling his hat low as he turned to the field. Abe missed the slow smile spreading over his lips as he replayed the scene of Abe smiling again and again in his head, burning it into his memory.

Maybe this smiling thing wasn’t so hard after all.

Thanks for reading!

[poeisatransfemmelesbian]

Ranpo is currently in heaven rn

So many praise stickers...

[crazychaoticizzy]

Armin’s the type to love receiving flowers as a gift.

[nervouslittlewreck]

If there is one famous person I think deserves the world it is Brendan Fraser

[noitar-arat]

Fizzy won’t accept gifts…except if you offer him any small gem…

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[stil-lindigo]

when people reblog donation posts and say "donate what you can", I really feel like people aren't actually internalising it. not all of us can afford to donate $50, $100, more than that. but i know for a fact that there are thousands of us that can spare $2 or $5, and that all adds up.

it hurts so much to sit here and feel the limits of our own ability. we're not millionaires. we can't instantly fund these escape attempts. but these are bids for life, by people who never asked for the hellfire being rained upon them by sadistic colonialists, greedy for oil and land. they committed no crime other than being born in palestine. and of course it's unfair, to have to shoulder the weight of people's lives when we're all struggling to get by as it is. but our governments relentlessly fail us, they fail to scrape at the bottom of their cold dead hearts for their last dregs of humanity. it is so, so unfair, but it is up to the common man to save each other.

please. look at this spreadsheet. find a fund that resonates with you. and DONATE WHAT YOU CAN.

[afterartist]

IVE DONE IT!! (not exactly sure what it is in this situation but it sure is done)

Rumble n Frenzy would bully screamer any chance they get

Soundwave on the other hand needs payed vacation because that man has to put up with so much crap

[deadsetobsessions]

Hera stood, waiting for her turn at last. The Queen of the Greek Pantheon traced the lines of neon green, its light reflecting against her true form in a soothing way. She’s no stranger to patience, to waiting. But there were little of those that had the gall to make her wait, and even smaller of that number that she would tolerate such behavior. Regardless, this was the one being she could not afford to offend and so, she waits. Her many forms, her divine self, perceived the room and compared it to her own halls of residence.

Olympus was much more intricate, carved of noble marble and inlaid with countless of priceless metals and gems and divinity. Twelve seats of power atop an engineering wonder, halls adorned with the brightest of the original flames, an hearth that was roaring at Hesta’s skillful hands.

In comparison, this throne room had been changed much since she was last here. Gone were the spikes of terror and screams of the damned. Now… it looked like the most bare throne room she’d ever bore witness to.

And yet, as she waited for the Boy King, Hera could feel the subtle thrum of impossible power. The new king did not flare his will and might like the previous tyrant, and for that, Hera approved. She has had quite enough of living with and under tyrants who cared only for themselves… and their bed achievements whilst failing spectacularly in their marital roles. Zeus was not a good life partner and Hera regretted ever saying yes to him many times in her immortal life. And yet… she loved him still.

The doors opened, and a small figure floated in, flanked by the previous King’s Knight. Perhaps that is what makes this Boy King so dangerous, Hera thought as she dipped into a bow, because he can turn the loyalest to his side.

“Your Majesty,” she greeted, in ghost speak.

“Heya, Hera!” The Boy King greeted her back, before waving the Knight away. Hera marveled, a bit, at the sheer confidence he had to dismiss his knight in her presence. Even the last king kept the knights around to ensure his power was always in display, always unchallengeable. The Boy King could destroy her with a snap of a finger and he knows it. He knows that she knows it.

“What did you need?” The Boy King asked, grin still on place as he floated to her instead of seating himself on his throne. Hera masked the bit of confusion she felt in pursuit of her goal.

“I have come here to ask of you a favor,” she began. “I am aware that… you are fond of this, the earth in which I reside in?”

Hera carefully picked her word. Everybody knows that the new King Phantom had laid claim to not only the Infinite Realms as is normal of his station, but an entire Earth as his haunt. He had the power to do so, she could finally see, now that she was standing before him. It would not do for Hera to get her strings cut because she claimed what is his.

“Sure. Why?” The Boy King tilted his head, narrowing that predator green upon her true form.

“Do you know of the Justice League, my lord?”

“Phantom’s fine,” he waved a hand. “And yeah, sure do! Why?”

Hera tilted her many forms in acknowledgement of the command. She bowed.

“My daughter, of a sort, is Diana Prince. Wonder Woman. She is… in grave danger. We can not exert our influence over a land that does not have our history. I can not interfere and aid her.”

“Oh, you want me to help her?” His tone was exasperated, and Hera spoke even more carefully in fear of offending him.

“Yes, if it pleases you. And it would be most gracious of you should Your Majesty have time to watch over her. I fear the danger will not leave her so quickly.”

There was a brief period of silence before King Phantom sighed. “And if it does not please me to do so?”

Hera looked up and locked gazes with evaluating green. “Then I am afraid I will be breaking a fair bit of cosmic law, King Phantom.”

He laughed. “Okay, yeah, I’ll check up on Wonder Woman.”

Hera blinked her many eyes, peacock feathers spreading in shock at how easily he allowed her favors. She did not even have to beg.

King Phantom turned to leave before pausing. “Hera, if you need help, just ask. Preferably without beating around the bushes next time. Also, Pandora misses you. You might want to hang around for tea later.”

Hera regarded him with the might of her divinity, which was but hardly a spec of his own kindness. The last one had not had her respect. Fear, yes. But never respect But this one…

“Yes, my King.”

“It’s just Phantom.” He shot back as he left, the Knight returning to his side once more.

Hera transformed into a more mortal form. She had not seen Pandora in a long time, the young woman had made quite an impression on her. Perhaps her old friend could be convinced in helping her punch Zeus and ruin her beloved husband’s day. Hera hummed, the green that used to flicker acidly against her divine form now only soothed. A reflection of its owner.

King Phantom is worthy of her regard.

——

Holy shit, a goddess asked him to check on the Justice League! She was super weird about it and talked in a really old way of speaking, but Danny hadn’t had anything to do for the past few days while entering the zone for his annual check up.

Danny waved away Fright Knight and dived into the portal that would take him directly to the Justice League and Diana!

He floated down from the portal, blinking at group of disheveled and injured superheroes surrounded by a group of demons. Belial?

“King Phantom.” Belial rumbled. Danny waved, not noticing the standstill his presence forced.

“Shite.” The British man cursed, drawing on his magic once more.

“King Phantom?” Diana Prince, Wonder Woman, said quizzically.

“Who?” Batman, Batman! That’s actually Batman, rumbled.

“High King of the Infinite Realms. We’re buggered if he decides to help Belial.”

“Wait, like the god of gods, that King Phantom?” Captain Marvel asked. Ancients, why are all of them electrical based? Danny hates electricity.

Danny floated closer to them, grinning in a friendly way before frowning as they tensed up.

“King Phantom. May I ask why you have graced us with your presence, my King?”

“Hey, Wonder Woman! Your mom asked me to babysit you!” He grinned, sharp and mischievous.

“What…?” The Flash asked, zipping to their side. “Her mom? Queen Hippolyta?”

“No, Hera,” Danny said, and watched Wonder Woman straighten at his words.

“The Goddess Hera.”

“Yep!” Danny rocked back on his suddenly formed legs instead of the whisp of a tail he usually kept in the Zone. He was also still floating. Danny sent a wave of ice and froze the rest of the demons in one fell swoop.

“The rest of you can take care of clean up, yes? Diana has to get some snacks, dinner, and then go to bed.” He pushed gently at Diana’s shoulders, nudging her towards the plane. She went willingly, respectful but amused.

——

Bruce, intellectually knowing that’s a king but only seeing a superhero teenager: *fills out mental adoption paperwork*

——

Hera, a goddess, terrified of misspeaking and dying as a result: he’s so strong even though he’s young omg powerful and could end my immortal existence

Danny, an unserious king: golly gee why is she speaking like a Shakespeare novel

——

Hera, thinking Danny’s gonna be dignified: pls watch over my daughter

Danny, who has a clone he sees as a daughter and therefore has no issues babysitting a grown woman: lol snacks, dinner, bedtime

Diana:… usually I’m on the other spectrum of this but it’s from a higher up so… okay?

——

Danny, terrifying gods and ancients: they’re my friends! The power of friendship!

[greenglowinspooks]

To be honest. DCxDP where the reason Danny meets the bats is Ace the Bat-hound

Like, just think about it for a second. Danny is in Gotham for college, or maybe he just moved out to find a city where having mad scientist parents isn’t actually that unusual.

He can see ghosts.

The ghosts know this.

Now he’s getting harassed left and right by spirits trying to get closure. Fine, whatever, most of them are a one-and-done type deal, and the amount of ghosts trying to get his help steadily decreases.

Except for this one very stubborn dog.

It just keeps showing up and leading him to crime scenes! He doesn’t know how many “anonymous tips” he can call in to the cops before they trace his phone! And this dog, this incredibly good boy, will not stop trying to help the city. He’s never met anyone with such a strong sense of justice, let alone a dog. Can dogs even have a moral compass?

And so Danny just accepts the fact that Ace isn’t going anywhere and becomes his reluctant sidekick/dedicated medium. He leans into the whole thing, dressing up in a mix of traditional magic-user attire and accessories that pay homage to the ghost dog.

He becomes somewhat well known. The psychopomp detective following around the shadowy figure of a German Shepard? That’s unusual! That’s weird! I mean, it’s not the weirdest thing in Gotham, sure, but he’s a new vigilante and he’s got a ghost dog that people can only see when it’s around him. Someone’s gonna notice.

Damian, as Robin, is the first to reach out to him.

Ace doesn’t know Damian but he does know a Robin, and while this isn’t his Robin, he’s still friendlier than usual. Danny’s panicking because oh god the bats are here and also is this kid gonna steal my ghost dog, Damian is absolutely delighted by Ace, and Ace is just happy to see a Robin again.

Damian decides that the psychopomp isn’t a danger to anyone, and there’s no reason to put this encounter into his reports, really, and perhaps Danny can help with some of his cases in the future.

Danny is sweating bullets because Damian basically tells him that he’ll keep him secret as long as he gets to play with Ace. Ace is happy that he’s finally getting some bat affiliated crime-fighting assistance.

And so, Danny is now both Ace AND Damian’s reluctant assistant. At least whenever he’s in trouble, he can always call a middle schooler to help him.

(Is Robin even in school? He’s out patrolling damn near every night, and he stays out late as hell. Does he have a bedtime? He should.)

Eventually it gets to the point where Damian is going over to Danny’s house. When he first sees it, he has a damn bitch you live like this moment, to which Danny responds that not everyone has the money to afford a nice place. Damian counters that he could at least take the time to clean up, and Danny replies that he’s working, going to school, and being a vigilante assistant to a ghost dog, something’s got to give.

Danny nearly has a heart attack when he checks his bank account the next day and sees that someone transferred him 10,000 dollars.

And so they get into a routine. Danny and Damian fight crime with Ace at night, and occasionally Damian stops by during the day to play with Ace and have Danny help with his homework.

(Damian is smart enough to do it on his own, but some of the instructions are written incredibly confusingly, and he would never admit to needing help to his family. Danny is just glad that the kid is in school and cares about his education, blissfully unaware that he’s basically emotionally adopted him.)

Damian is used to being in Danny’s company.

Eventually, when going over a case with the family, Damian absentmindedly remarks that he’ll have to ask Danny about some of the clues that they might be missing. Nightwing asks who he means and Damian makes a face like he just swallowed a lemon.

Cue shitstorm.

Who is “Danny?” Why is Damian willing to ask for help from anyone, much less someone outside of the family? Does he know who Damian is? Has Damian been compromised? What the hell is going on?

Damian now has to explain that Danny is the psychopomp with the ghost dog who he might have met hunted down while on patrol and conveniently not mentioned, but he’s not a bad person, really, and he lets him play with Ace, and he’s been quite helpful on certain cases due to his ability to talk to ghosts.

Bruce insists that the family meet Danny. Damian, hoping that he won’t just skip town the second he hears the news, relents.

Danny is surprisingly eager to meet the bats, considering his earlier fears.

Damian, blissfully unaware of what’s coming, sets a time and place to meet.

Once everyone is there, he gives Bruce the earful of a lifetime.

Robin is in middle school! Danny knows that there’s no way to stop the boy from going on patrol, but you could at least shift his schedule so he gets enough sleep on school nights! Does the Bat even know where he is half the time?! (No) And why isn’t he comfortable asking his family for help with both cases and homework? Did they ever even notice how much time he was spending at Danny’s house? If Danny was a bad person, he could have seriously hurt the poor boy! Shame on you!

Nightwing is mortified that Damian didn’t trust him enough to tell him about any of this. Red Hood is laughing his ass off, because yeah Danny is making good points but he’s also chewing out the literal Batman. Tim is recording the whole thing. Steph is delighted by the absolute gall of this Danger Twink™️, and already planning to add him to several groupchats. Damian is more embarrassed than he’s ever been in his entire life.

You, he points to Nightwing, did your academic life feel supported when you were a Robin? Nightwing is too stunned to speak. Red Hood, eternal shit-stirrer, says that oh, we all prioritized patrol over our education, that’s just how it is. Red Robin actually dropped out of high school to avoid distractions, did you know that?

Danny honest-to-god shrieks at this.

He finishes his angry rant and leaves, everyone too stunned to stop him.

And as it turns out, Tim wasn’t the only person recording the whole thing.

The entire internet is blowing up with Psychopomp The Danger Twink™️’s rant. People are taking sides. Things are getting messy. Red Hood literally admitting on-camera to previously being a Robin is somehow not the main focus here.

Eventually someone connects some dots from the video, as well as stories circling the internet about the psychopomp. A ghost dog named Ace, who is the literal only reason that the psychopomp is fighting crime at all, which seems incredibly fond of Nightwing and Robin.

A crime-fighting dog who wants constant attention from both the current and original Robin.

Oh my god, Ace the Bat-hound died and became a crime-fighting ghost.

And, somehow, that’s still not the strangest thing going on in Gotham.

[demigods-posts]

now is a great time to remind all of us of how noble a hero percy jackson is. because he refused to harm the demigods who fought beside luke. as much as he hated the fighting them, he understood why the were fighting. he recognized the gods failed them too. and to not acknowledge that in the aftermath of the war would be disingenuous to the lives lost on either side. and not only that. but he was the only demigod brave enough to tell gods how it is when they offered him immortality. he told the gods to their face that their faults in leadership and parenthood are what lead to their near demise. that they must swallow their pride and nurture the things they create, or the threat of a revolt will follow them. and his ass used his gods-given wish to make them promise to give their children a fair chance at a better life. no one was doing it like him. happy birthday, man.

[medicalunprofessional]

sorry guys they finally showed me peak fiction . Its called “phantom of the paradise”

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Clone

~

Danny has heard about Superman's dislike for his clone,

Dead men do tell tales.

Danny grows angry with Superman,

There he was showing hate to his clone, his flesh, his blood,

Conner wasn't in the wrong,

He was just a child

He didn't ask to be created this way.

Danny hated Clark Kent

More and more with each story he heard from the ghosts around him, Danny knew what it was like to be cloned to feel that violation of his person, but he could never hate Ellie,

His clone

His cousin

His sister

His daughter

His family

She was precious to him and her being a clone would never lower the amount of love he held towards her.

So to see this hero, this adult, not give two shits about Conner?

Oh that burned

So he decided to do something about it, If Superman didn't want Conner then he would take him, show him the love and care that should have been his from the very beginning from what should have been his own family.

Danny could teach him more about Krypton than Superman could ever wish to know, show him his birthright.

~

Danny & Ellie on their way to surprise adopt Conner: "New family, new family~!"

Connor: "Why do I feel like something very important is going to happen?"

~

Superman feeling like he's being followed

The Krypton ghosts following him around being disappointed in him, and going back to the King to tell him all the things he's done.

~

The Justice League summoning King Phantom

Danny takes one look at Superman and is ready to give him the beating of his life

Danny: "You want a deal? Sure! In return for it I want 20 minutes alone with Supes over there, no reason why!

~

Danny seeing Superman after another ghost told him how bad he's been treating Conner:

~

Just an Idea

[thesummerestsolstice]

I love it when Elrond is portrayed as someone who is a little bit incomprehensible to most of the elves at first. Not even just because he's a half-elf, but because he reminds them all of so many other people, and that layering can be kind of jarring.

He sings beautifully, with a voice that sounds like no elf or man, and it reminds many of the Sindar of Luthien. It reminds some of the Noldor of someone else, another singer with raven-dark hair and starry gray eyes.

The braids he does his hair in– and he always keeps it braided at first, because letting it run loose is another thing that makes people whisper of Luthien– are in the traditional Noldor style. The survivors of Gondolin love that; Turgon always wore his hair in classical styles too. The other part of the House of Finwe that clung to traditional braids goes unmentioned. But everyone knows.

And he was clearly taught about court manners; taught to be gracious and charming, and a very good listener. The elf who could have taught Elrond those things is usually skipped over entirely, in favor of those reminiscing about Idril's graceful poise or Melian's endless patience.

He looks very much like Luthien, but there is a particular Finwean sharpness in his facial structure; something that makes him look a lot like Fingolfin, as well. Fingolfin looked very much like his father. And his older brother.

His smile is just like Earendil's (whose smile is just like Tuor's), and his strange, birdlike laugh is from Elwing. He fights and writes with his left hand– but then, so did Earendil, because while all elves are right-handed, not all humans or half-elves are. He eats no meat– just like Beren, they say, but the way Elrond tells it the choice had nothing to do with that history. There is ainuric power in him and something very human in the set of his shoulders. The flowers grow around any place he stays long enough. He gets sick in a way no elf, and certainly no maia, ever would. His accent is odd, and archaic, and changes noticeably when he's too tired to obscure it. His mannerisms are a mixture of about twelve people, almost all of whom are dead, and several of whom are not spoken of by the time he shows up in Gil-Galad's camp.

And the reflections of Elrond unsettle a lot of people; because one moment they see a fallen hero or loved one, and the next they see the person that took them. Or perhaps someone else, that they never knew at all. There is reverence and fear and uncertainty. It's messy.

Elrond himself is coming to peace with this by the War of Wrath. There is love in carrying the parts of your ancestors with you, even when they aren't around any more. And he knows better than anyone that he is always himself, first and foremost. Still, it takes everyone else a while to stop seeing a ghost and start seeing Elrond.