#Very late night thoughts

[1941-crowley-slut]

It's past 4 a.m. and I'm thinking about the absolute randomest things Crowley and Aziraphale must have seen or just even heard about in the modern era like penguins of madagascar and black mirror and memes. I wonder if they've ever heard WAP. And if they wait for the MET gala every year to judge outfits like the rest of us. Wild timeline this is.

[bluewolfangel01]

-Insomniac Mc-

I need Belphie to exist so he can come knock my ass out so I can go to sleep, I want to sleep but my body apparently thinks otherwise and I don't like it

Mc sometimes has trouble sleeping, the cause can range from nothing to a whole bunch of stuff happened and they still have to much energy that makes em feel not tired

Whenever this happens and Mc knows/wants to go to sleep they'll go to Beel and Belphie's room

This kind of thing has happened before quite a few times and Belphie has given permission to Mc that if they can't ever sleep and he isn't already sleep snuggling with them, then they are allowed to go to his/Beel's room or the attic and wake him up ever so slightly

He actually loves when they come to him for some sleep aid cause he gets the brag about helping them, having a cuddle buddy, and there's also the morning after where his brothers scramble to find Mc because they weren't in their room just to find them cuddled up with Belphie (the smirk he wears on his face when they walk into his room ✋️)

Of course he doesn't want Mc to have those types of nights, he doesn't want them to have a difficult time getting sleep, especially with all the craziness that happens daily, but he does enjoy the rare nights when those nights do happen

And no he doesn't make it to where they can't sleep, he let's it happen naturally

Once getting to the twins' room Mc will just crawl in bed with Belphie and will move him to where their chin is on his head and wrap their arms around him

He is big living cow plushie, fight me on that but not really

Belphie will either wake up slightly or just sense Mc's presence, either way once he knows they're there, he knows what's up and starts helping his precious human get the restful sleep they deserve

[sygneth]

Echoes lore time! (And also my random DE thoughts about Harry's place!)

Reading the last page, you might have had a feeling we're going to see the inside of Harry's place soon, and you were right!

So to make everything clear (and because, in the first place, I had a place with a very specific plan in my head when I've been writing scenes at HDB's) i drew a lil cheat sheet.

(Yes. I like to make building plans. A lot.)

I believe Harry inherited this place, and thus he owes it. And also, this is why it's in a not-the-worst of tenement houses and in not-the worst standard. It was a place where they used to live with Dora, and I think he made it a sanctuary of a kind after she left. He never moved anything from its original place deliberately, and so the place slowly started to become a decaying memorial of a nonexistent relationship.

Harry's place is a whole big meta topic to explore and I feel like there is a lot to it in terms of the psychology of a place.

Assuming that he is still living in the same place as he used to when with Dora, oh boy. The bad days, when every single thing reminded him of her. The remorse, the memories, the past. A scratch over the floor, where she tripped while dancing. Her favourite mug, or rather the few pieces of it, after he broke it in a fit of rage. An empty space after a painting that she loved so much. The scratched wall over the bedhead. The bed itself.

Then, the better days, when he tried to take care of his apartment, but some things were already damaged beyond repair. The plants died, he could buy new ones, but he knew that, sooner or later, they'd share the previous one's fate. The ripped carpet, stained furniture, cracked tiles. Could be replaced, but sooner or later they'd share the previous one's fate. A scratched floor. The scratched floor.

And then, rather sooner than later, the days become bad again.

I don't think Harry liked to spend time at his place. Especially in the bedroom. Especially when he wanted to quit. There was too much past in there, staring at him from every corner, every crack of the floor. I think a good deal of his past relapses might have been caused by this place. Sometimes a forgotten something he found while cleaning it up, sometimes just the space itself, soaked with memories.

(And to all my faithful readers of Echoes, I just want to let you know I read every single one of your tags and comments and it always makes my day <3 Thank you for that everybody, and if I don't always reply to the comments, I want you to know I do read them and I do appreciate them a whole whole lot, life is just very overwhelming sometimes)

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

I would just like Barry to get kidnapped more often, is that too much to ask?

[dragon-ducky]

I get bored at work sometimes

Have a smol Leo head surrounded by bad puns

Also DANG whiteboard art is hard

[m3lodyxo]

Alright before I go and start my essay I need to get this off my mind.

Mizu and Archer!reader where they're staying in an inn or brothel and they both sense someone coming to attack them but before Mizu can draw her blade and go for the kill reader leaps at her, pinning her down to the floor, straddling her lap and whispering "Don't, I think they carry guns." but before she can argue back and object, saying she's perfectly capable of dealing with it reader draws her bow and arrow, fully concentrated, ignoring her and STILL STRADDLING HER.

Mizu just gawking at her, eyes wide, mouth slightly open in shock. Girl doesn't even know if she should be insulted or thankful you're thinking about her safety. She definitely feels her stomach doing a flip. Her hands instinctively placed on reader’s hips.

Poor woman is loosing her marbles. Reader releases the arrow and a grunt is heard, followed by a body falling to the floor a few seconds later.

When they go to inspect the body she's just starring in shock because how the fuck did you manage to strike a fatal blow like then when you couldn't even see through the screen? Mizu is well aware of your talent in archery but goddamn woman, what kind of sorcery is this? She's impressed and maybe slightly aroused.

Yeah.... I think I need professional help.

[starry-bi-sky]

Another small Clone^2 thought

Danny's hands are scarred.

Really, every part of him is. His arms, his legs, his torso. All of them littered in nicks and scratches and scabs that he's picked at over, and over, and over again. And then bigger ones, jagged scars from debris stabbing at him, and burns of ectoplasm blasts that melted through his regular clothes and hit his skin.

The one thing that never really got scarred were his hands. They were callused, of course, from all his climbing, and hitting, and hanging on for dear life to things. But never really scarred, not really. Maybe he just got lucky, maybe it was the fact that he wore gloves and they leather, and leather is harder to get through than cotton. Maybe both.

But, well, that's no longer case. But the scars on his hands take place on his palms. Two clean, thick lines going diagonally over his palms. Not from any enemy he's ever faced, but proof of his meeting with the little boy sitting between his knees, running his tiny fingers over those same scars.

Damian, his little brother. He scarred them, with that katana of his.

First when they first met, when Damian called him an imposter and proceeded to attack him. It was really only from Danny's exposure to the quick movements of ghosts that kept him from getting shish-kabob'd by Damian's sword.

And it was only because he was an idiot, and his brain was not faster than those reflexes that he kept grabbing the blade with his hands. That it kept cutting into that leather until it started cutting skin.

And then numerous times over on those rocky first months of Damian staying with him, when he didn't know any English, and Danny didn't know any Arabic. When Danny would piss him off or go looking for him when he ran off, he would have to grab his katana while Damian was swinging it at him.

His hands wouldn't heal for months because of it. The wounds kept being re-opened. Kept bleeding. Kept hurting. Until they slowly stopped hurting, and he knew that it wasn't a good thing.

Danny's parents were very upset when they saw his hands. It was hard to lie about where he got them - the lines are too clean, too consistent, to have been accidents. Danny didn't know how to lie and say it wasn't because of Damian. That it wasn't his katana that they knew nothing about that was stained with his blood.

He found a way to anyways, because he thought Damian was worth it at the time. He was a kid. He was scared. He was hurting other people and that's all he was ever taught to do.

So Danny thought a little pain was worth it.

(He still does.)

Oh, fun fact. There are three nerves in the human hand. the radial nerve, the median nerve, and the ulnar nerve. From what he could find on it, the ulnar nerve traveled up into the pinky and the ring finger, the median went through the middle of the palm and the ring, the middle, and the index, and the radial nerve went into the thumb and the index.

Fun fact, did you know consistent (or deep enough) lacerations to the palm could end up cutting a nerve? And that such lacerations can cause numbness, loss of feeling, and weakness in the hand, fingers, and thumb?

Here's a final fun fact: Danny had to go to physical therapy after his hands finally began to heal. Because Damian's katana had cut his radial nerve. There are seventeen thousands touch receptors in the hand, Danny's lost some of those.

His hands still hurt when he closes and opens them, the scarring pinches a little. He doesn't know why but his fingers hurt now when its too humid or too cold, or when its about to rain. It sucks. It's worth it.

He lied about before; here's the final fun fact:

There is a deeply, deeply, guilty look on Damian's face as he runs his little hands over Danny's scarred palms, carefully closing and opening his fingers in a slow rendition of his physical therapy workouts.

(Because even if it's ended, he still has to do them. Pain doesn't go away even if it's healed.)

"I'm sorry." Damian says in a meek, thick voice. He's said it before, when they've done this before at all hours of the day. Danny's wondering if Damian does it on purpose - hurt himself with this, that is. Not apologize. "I hurt you."

Danny sighs, deeply, and leans forward to press his face into his little brother's hair. "It's okay." He mutters, again. And he'll say it again, and again, and again, until Damian finally believes him. "I'm not mad."

"I am." Damian insists, his voice wobbles. "I hurt you, Danny."

"And I say it's okay that you did, Damian." Danny repeats, and wraps an arm around Damian's middle to sit him on his leg. Damian doesn't look at him, just curls his fingers around Danny's other hand and looks at the scar there. "Like I said, I'm not mad. I would do it again."

"Do not."

So, Danny's hands are scarred.

[liauditore]

[asmr boyfriend voice] woof woof bark bark

[midnightclover]

Summon Night: Swordcraft Story (ATLUS, 2003)

[linesofink]

This one moment from the premiere but it's my designs.

[confused-alien]

hhhhhh but what if everything was fixed and Joker was fixed and he was no longer Joker but Jack Napier instead after Bruce talked with him an actual meaningful emotional conversation (after Alfred sat him down and lectured him about his complicated bottled up feelings towards him) and made sure he gets regularly doses of therapy afterwards (with him accompanying him) and he tried another go at being a stand-up comedian and he was extremely successful and everyone laughed at his jokes and he laughed with them because he was genuinely happy and sometimes he’d end up having to pause mid-stage to wipe his eyes from tears of joy and then when everyone claps Bruce would be in the crowd somewhere and claps the loudest and they got married and shared custody of Robin together and Alfred slayed as a father in law and and wasnwjkwo

[quinngefail]

You know those deals where like... you've had something in mind for An Amount of time, but one day your brain just kinda finally figures out how to put it into words. Had that today with an aspect of Chainshipping that just (ONE OF THE MANY) things I so dearly love about them, y’know,, and just. Kinda discussing how I personally enjoy portraying/characterizing them in a world where they've survived their game, and both have to try to live and function again after going through something so unimaginable together.

But uh. It's just the fact that their worst traits and wrongdoings were damn near showcased during their ordeal together, and that they both witnessed one another in dire, horrific circumstances: how they broke down, how they acted in desperation, what they chose to disclose and what had to be forced out of them... etc, etc, etc.

So it just.,, makes it all the more impactful (to me, at least) to think about them reconnecting, and getting to know one another on far more casual terms. Up until then, they'd only experienced one another while they were both unhappy with their respective lives, all while also being caught in this horrible death game, so y’know- there's still a whole lot of ground to cover with one another,

Because despite seeing the worst of each other, there's still just... this desire, this longing, this yearning that has only been building and building ever since that day. Despite meeting each other at their lowest, they want to help one another reach their highest, y’know... Even if just one step at a time.

It just. Makes me feel such a way,

[frownyalfred]

I think DC fic writers should steal the fanon "clones get their names by challenging someone with a cool name to a duel" trope and have that be how the Robin mantle is passed on. And then not just the Robin mantle, but Nightwing, Red Hood, all of them -- if you can challenge them and beat them, you have a right to the name.

Maybe you let them keep operating in that role, but that name is yours if you want it.

[beigetiger]

Cannot stop thinking about how Skulduggery has sort of peaked in his abilities. He’s four hundred, the Death Bringer, and one of the most powerful Elementals ever. That’s quite a lot to his name.

I’m also thinking of how Valkyrie is just getting started. She’s BABY to the other sorcerers, and yet she’s already practically on his level. I’m obsessed with the idea that she’ll just…keep going. Godhood is inevitable for her, she’ll just keep losing more and more of her humanity until she’s no longer even a sorcerer. She’ll outgrow the world some day. And Skulduggery will love her anyway.

There’s a lot to be said about the religious aspect of this series and I find it all extremely fascinating, both how the sorcerers view religion and how it’s wrapped up with the characters and their arcs. Valkyrie already has a religion dedicated to one of her aspects and Skulduggery is kind of the Death Bringer, and yet neither of them view each other in an explicitly religious way (although there could be an argument made for them worshiping each other in less of a generally religious and more of a mutual adoration sense).

Not much analysis going on here, I’m just thinking about them. Might write more on this later when I’m slightly more coherent and have fewer other things to do.

[twilightakiishi]

made that template for three :3 venchiya rundown!!! more in tags if u care

[and-her-saints]

guys do you ever fantasise about getting a long thin needle and scratching your muscles from the inside with it to escape the pain and horrors. or like. being gently pulled apart by four gentle horses quartering-style (but tenderly)