#also sorta implied

[bloomeng]

no one asked but these are the given names in my lesbian au:

Eden “Ed” Teach

- Like canon she also goes by Eddie and sometimes Eden she’s not picky.

Stephanie “Stede” Bonnet

- Stephanie started going by “Stede” after meeting Ed and thinking she was cool decided to emulate her.

- She doesn’t particularly mind people still calling her Stephanie.

Isabel “Izzy” Hands

- No one refers to Izzy as “Isabel” only her mother.

- She doesn’t particularly like her name but she’d never admit that bc her mother was the one who chose her name and she would never admit to disliking something her mother chose for her.

- Once Stede learns her given name she abuses it— mostly to get under her skin— until Ed has to finally tell her “yeah so maybe don’t do that.”

- Over time it become less mocking and more their “thing.” Stede only uses her full name in private.

Jackelyn “Jack” Rackham

- Jack is not fond of her name, which is why she never mentions it.

- The only person she’s told real full name to is Anne.

- Ed never stopped to consider any alternatives. Jack has always just been Jack.

- Izzy sorta just assumed Jack wasn’t tied to her real name and that she named herself that, bc it seems like something she would do.

- Stede guessed her full name, only bc she automatically assumes the names people introduce themselves as must be their birth names, unless it’s extremely obvious. So to her it was just common sense that Jack’s full name would be “Jackelyn.”

- And seeing as Stede has a habit of full naming people she’s not fond of, I think she would refer to Jack as Jackelyn in front of Ed and Ed would literally laugh it off like “that’s rich.”

[lynsstrange]

I think the scene where Ekko has to talk Jinx down from killing herself is one of the most dark and powerful of the entire series. The fact that it takes him six or seven tries because of her sheer determination to die. Her activating the bomb a few words into their conversation every time so she doesn’t have to listen to him. It’s a repeat of their last scene together on the bridge in season one- when she very nearly succeeded in killing both her and Ekko before Silco dragged her unwillingly from the grave. Now Ekko is doing the same thing, yanking her back from the brink. And when Ekko finally persuades her not to use the bomb because it’d kill him too, the first thing she does is immediately jump off the ledge so he wouldn’t get hurt. After he finally convinces her to join him she’s dead soon after. She gets what she’s always sought and believed her purpose- death. And he’s left with nothing except the knowledge that they could have worked in another universe.

Edit: I’m aware that Jinx is implied to be alive, but I’m discussing more about how the events went from Ekko’s perspective specifically, and how tragic and unfair it really must have felt for him

[jade-of-mourning]

it's finally done, and it's probably the gooiest garbage i'll ever make.

credit to my new buddy @i-love-tdp-if-you-can-tell for doing almost all the characters' flat colors!! i am so so so infinitely thankful to them bc otherwise none of the other efforts of making this would have happened. between the lineart, backgrounds, shading, and touch-ups, these five pages have taken years off numerous braincells' lifespans, and without their help, may have annihilated my entire brain capacity.

if you like, please reblog! we put in a Lot of time and effort into this!

you would think that between last time (one other event) i tried comic-ing and now, i would've learned to not handwrite the text, but alas...

thank you for answering my plead for help, sky! and for managing to work around my design inconsistencies and sketchy lineart <3 ik you said you didn't need anything, but if you ever decide you want an art, hit me up any time :)

and to the tdp fandom, whoops… sorry for all the requests rotting in my inbox. it was a fun september and a fun six years of lurking, but alas i think i will be bailing for the moment. maybe you'll see me around.

[sukuna-dees-nuts]

this is for @nessieartss!! based on this (it was me that asked, surprise) and also the first part of this art

i hope you enjoy!! older brother sukuna lives rent free in my brain right now and i love him being a bastardman

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“Ay, what the fuck was that?!” Sukuna shouts as Yuuji cackles in glee. His character races into first place, winning the Grand Prix. Sukuna' goes from first place to fourth. “You threw a red shell right after a blue shell! That's fucking cheating!”

Yuuji shrugs, lounging back against the couch and drops the controller next to him. “Don't hate the player, hate the game,” he says with a grin and pulls out his phone. “Those dishes aren't gonna wash themselves.”

Sukuna grunts as he tosses the controller onto the coffee table. “I hate both the player and the game.”

“And the game hates you!” the younger boy calls out after his brother's retreating figure.

Turning his attention back to his phone, Yuuji’s grin melts into a soft smile when he sees Yuko's name on a Snapchat notification. He glances over his shoulder to make sure that Sukuna is still in the kitchen before tapping on the notification. It won't be anything inappropriate, but he knows for a fact that if Sukuna saw that his younger brother was texting a girl, Yuuji wouldn't hear the end of it. 

The Snapchat shows a picture of a latte with the classic tulip foam art and a caption that reads: ‘I think I'm finally getting the hang of this latte foam art!’

Yuuji holds his phone out to take a picture of himself, giving Yuko a big smile and a thumbs up. 

‘That's so good!! Ur a professional now. If I ordered one, would u make me a cat???’

“Yo! Can I put this cast iron pan in the dishwasher?” Sukuna asks from the kitchen. He waits for a response and gets nothing. “I’m about to put this pan in the dishwasher!” Again, no response. Rolling his eyes, Sukuna makes his way back out to the living room. “Dude, if this pan gets ruined, it’s gonna be your fault—”

Sukuna cuts himself off when he catches sight of a picture of a girl on his little brother’s screen. Immediately, he reaches over the couch and snatches the phone out of Yuuji’s hand. “Oh! Who is this?” he gasps, bringing the screen closer to his face for a better look. “Do you have a girlfriend little bro?”

“Hey!” Yuuji scrambles, turning around to lean over the back of the couch in an attempt to grab his phone back. Sukuna places his hand on Yuuji’s forehead, keeping him at arm’s length as he looks over the picture. “Give me back my phone!”

Smacking Sukuna’s arm away, Yuuji vaults over the back of the couch and decides to try and wrestle his phone back from his brother. It doesn’t work, however. The two grapple for a few moments and the next thing Yuuji knows, Sukuna has his arm wrapped around his brother’s neck, holding him in a firm headlock. It isn’t enough to hurt him, but it’s enough to keep him from trying to escape, knowing that it’s futile. 

“Who is she, huh?” Sukuna presses as he slides Yuuji’s phone into his pocket and begins rubbing his knuckles on the top of Yuuji’s head. 

“I’m not gonna tell you!” Yuuji laughs, trying in vain to smack Sukuna’s hand away from his head. 

“Well, I’m not letting you go until I get some answers,” the older boy states, rapping his knuckles against Yuuji’s forehead. Then he pinches Yuuji’s nose. 

Weighing his pros and cons, Yuuji relents. “Okay, okay! I’ll tell you! Just let me go.”

Sukuna snorts. “Nah, if I let you go right now, you’ll just try to punch me and I won’t get what I asked for.”

Yuuji groans. His brother knows him too well. “Her name is Yuko. She’s just a friend. I haven’t asked her out… yet,” he grumbles the last word.

Satisfied, Sukuna releases his hold on his brother and hands Yuuji's phone back. 

In the midst of the struggle, Sukuna hadn’t noticed his own phone had fallen out of his pocket. It dings and Yuuji is the first to snatch it off the ground, curious to see who would be texting Sukuna. His jaw drops at the name displayed on the lock screen.

Sukuna quickly plucks his phone from Yuuji’s hand and goes back to the kitchen as Yuuji shouts after him, “Dude, why is Megumi texting you? And why is there a heart next to his name?!”

[stars-obsession-pit]

Hello! Can do a chapter fic off this fic prompt Danny phantom x dc: https://www.tumblr.com/corkinavoid/767516270934556672/dpxdc-legal-power?source=share

This isn’t a one-to-one recreation of that dialogue but it’s based on that as a framework/premise

Batman dropped down into the room behind a pair of figures—a teenage boy and a slumped adult—letting his landing create an audible thump to alert them of his presence.

If the teen noticed, he didn’t react. Even as Bruce approached, he continued to stare impassively at the wheezing figure on the ground, an old wooden bat with flaking green paint on its side loosely held in his right hand. Bruce had already suspected who the figure would be since he arrived, but seeing the Joker so broken was still bizarre. No laughing, no schemes. He didn’t even seem to be attempting to escape his binds, just… lying there, almost as if pinned in place.

Bruce paused a step behind the teen. “I don’t know what the Joker did to you, but this isn’t the right way to go about this.”

The teen scoffed, and Bruce felt a painful lurch in his chest as he was reminded oh so strongly of his son Jason. “And what, let him go kill more people?”

“I know he deserves to face justice, but not like this. Everyone deserves a right to fair trial. No one person should be judge, jury, and executioner.”

The teen turned to look at him with glowing green eyes, and Batman felt himself freeze. He had faced gods before, yet even using that as a comparison felt like an understatement. The boy’s eyes belonged to someone far older than his teenage form implied, and they radiated power. Inevitability.

When the teen—no, the entity—spoke again, his words carried an unearthly echo. “Perhaps, but I’m not acting for just myself.” He paused, glanced down at the Joker, then asked almost conversationally, “Do you know how many people he’s killed?”

Another pause, but before Bruce could even try to answer, the entity continued, “Eight hundred and fifty-six. He’s ended the lives of eight hundred and fifty-six human souls. I can tell you about every single one, if you want. About who they were, what their dreams were before he killed them. About the pain they felt at his hands.”

He punctuated the word ‘pain’ by raising up the wooden bat in his hands and ramming its end down onto the Joker’s arm. He let out a wheeze, muffled by the gag in his mouth.

“I have a duty to my people. I am the King of the In-Between and of all the souls that pass through it—even ones whose stays were as brief as his. I am the rightful arbiter of his fate. And with that power, I sentence him to death.”

He raised the bat again, adjusting his grip so he’d hit with the side rather than the end this time, then paused and let out a chuckle. “Of course, just because it’s based on some justice doesn’t mean I can’t have a bit of fun with it too.” He swung the bat down, slamming it into the Joker’s side, then hooked it under the clown’s torso and flicked him up through the air to slam into the wall. “We all really hate this guy.”

With the entity’s attention fully turned away from him as he sauntered towards the Joker’s slumped figure, Bruce could finally unfreeze himself.

Even if the Ghost King did have the right to pass judgement on Joker, Bruce still couldn’t let torture go on like this. He wouldn’t win a direct fight, but he could hopefully at least grab the Joker and bring him over to the police. Carefully, he reached for some of the smoke bombs and batarangs on his belt and readied his grapple. He’d have to do this very, very fast.

But before he could move, another figure entered the scene. Red Hood, emerging from the shadows on the far side of the room, an unexpected bit of a pep to his step.

“Nice to see someone else who gets that that bastard needs to die. But if I may make a suggestion, how ‘bout you use a crowbar instead of that old bat? It’d be a bit more… fitting.”

[razzafrazzle]

strange old men!! theyre married for tax purposes (and gay purposes but thats less important)

[image description: a drawing of human designs for coach z and bubs from homestar runner. coach z is depicted as a lanky pale-skinned older man with a tooth gap, a five-o'clock shadow, and balding curly light brown hair with a grey streak through it. bubs is depicted as a bulky, dark-skinned older man with short greying afro hair and a short beard. end id]

[zuliuli]

I've been holding this in for too long- Jack looks like he'd be a part of one of those wholesome biker gangs, just saying 😏

[my-name-is-apollo]

Why is Hera so hostile to Leto in a manner that she isn't with the other lovers of Zeus? I can't think of any other woman who was targeted so much by Hera. One could say she didn't want Leto to give birth because her children would be a competition to Hera's children, but why bother her even after she had already given birth? Is it because Leto herself is also a threat to Hera?

Sort of I guess?

I don't think Leto would ever be a threat to Hera's role as the queen of the gods but Hera might see her as a competitor for Zeus' affection, even though I think Zeus would not marry someone else and replace Hera.

The twins are definitely a big reason why Hera begrudged Leto - it is outright stated in the Callimachus Hymn to Delos that the reason Hera especially targeted Leto was because she was told that Apollo would be dearer to Zeus than Ares is. Zeus is very proud of Artemis as well. As he himself puts it, he doesn't mind facing Hera's wrath for children like her.

But the continued hatred even after the birth of the twins (like sending Tityus to rape Leto) could have been for different reasons. This wasn't like one of those affairs Zeus would have with mortal women where he'd leave them behind once the child is conceived. Neither could Hera, despite her many attempts, get rid of Leto like she did with the other lovers. Not only did Leto give Zeus children that he loves dearly, she also stayed on Olympus despite Hera's hatred towards her (which isn't directed to any of Zeus' other divine mistresses, btw). It might have also been because Leto herself is dear to Zeus, if the way she's treated on Olympus is any proof. In the Homeric hymn to Apollo, Leto stands next to Zeus - in the Olympian assembly - to welcome their son. Hera is completely absent from the scene, as if Leto had taken her place even if temporarily. Now you could say this is because Apollo himself is such a powerful and glorious son in a way that no other son of Zeus is, so of course Leto would get such an honor (the hymn itself presents it this way).

But here's another instance - in the Iliad, when Hera goes to seduce Zeus, he is obviously very smitten but before getting into the action, he lists some of his lovers (I believe these were his favorite lovers, as a lot of others are not mentioned):

"for never has such desire for goddess or mortal woman so gripped and overwhelmed my heart, not even when I was seized by love for Ixion’s wife, who gave birth to Peirithous the gods’ rival in wisdom; or for Acrisius’ daughter, slim-ankled Danaë, who bore Perseus, greatest of warriors; or for the far-famed daughter of Phoenix, who gave me Minos and godlike Rhadamanthus; or for Semele mother of Dionysus, who brings men joy; or for Alcmene at Thebes, whose son was lion-hearted Heracles; or for Demeter of the lovely tresses; or for glorious Leto; or even for you yourself, as this love and sweet desire for you grips me now.’ (Book 14, trans. A. T. Murray)

Notice how when talking about most of them, he also mentions the children they bore to him but when Demeter and Leto are mentioned, he doesn't bring up their children at all despite them being some of the most accomplished kids of his. What's more, he takes Leto's name just before Hera's. I mean, this is an interpretation but it looks like not only did Zeus love Leto the most out of all his mistresses - giving her a place second to that of his wife, but also his love for her wasn't necessarily only because she gave him two amazing children.

Nonnus does something similar in the Dionysiaca (but this time Zeus is enamored with Persephone instead of Hera) but more notably, when Typhoeus attacks Olympus and Zeus is discouraged, Nike takes the form of Leto to encourage him and it's pretty telling of what Leto meant to Zeus.

One interesting similarity between Hera and Leto is that they both had a giant try to rape them. Porphyrion tried to violate Hera (Zeus inspired him to do this) and Tityus tried to violate Leto (upon Hera's order). Though both of them were killed, only Tityus got an eternal punishment in Tartarus of having his liver/heart eaten out by vultures so Zeus seems to have taken a greater offense at Tityus trying to assault Leto.

Again, I don't think Zeus would ever take anyone other than Hera as his permanent wife - she is irreplaceable to him. There's an entire myth about Hera leaving him and Zeus winning her back. Their relationship is obviously complex and involves all kinds of emotions including love and hate. But Leto is continually dear to him as well and that's something Hera can't do much about.

[curiostars]

If you understand that, I am sorry.

I’ve been sitting on this for like a year because it was a kickoff for a larger au/story. however. I waited so long that I’ve changed the actual story, and Giratina isn’t even involved anymore. I really like this anyways unfinished as it is.

This is LAST TRAINS HOME, which in the original draft was essentially “Emmet makes a deal with the devil to bring Ingo home, Ingo just wants to go back to Hisui because He Lives There”. The current draft has more nuance than that now (and jirachi is involved) and it may become a full fancomic one day.

[chiimeramanticore]

i love twrp but it'll always bug me just a tiny bit that their song that got wildly popular outside the fandom was starlight brigade and not the masterpiece that is phantom racer, greatest song of our generation,

[warding-halo]

hey um so has anyone else noticed that no one talks about euleria’s mom* literally ever like who was the second person in the baby equation here

[ratcandy]

i keep thinking about how casually ISAT is just like oh yea btw god is real. the change god anyway. yeah. they're real. they give you an item and teleport you. also you can go say hi to them. like actually them. like as in you see them and they talk to you directly. and they're silly and goofy but also kind of a freak?. but they're real. there's just no question about that. you just have to deal with that knowledge

[dogydayz]

im looking thru the Swerve tag and like where the actual fuck is the Swervefire. I’m genuinely so baffled by the fact that I’ve seen so little of it because its like. Even the fuckin comic is like “you two are bizarrely similar” and they became friends like IMMEDIATELY. Even in the realist-ending Swerve is like “damn it did anyone get Misfire’s number i forgot to do that!”

Like, the comic all but literally states “yeah theyd totally get together”. Yet I hardly see any art of it? It’s so baffling to me, they’re adorable together like seriously. Misfire bringing Swerve into the Scavs as an honorary member. Nickel ends up scolding them all when she returns to wherever the fuck on the ship they stay to see Swerve COVERED in like. Painted graffiti stuff (which doesn’t even look bad surprisingly, but still shes a hardcore mama bird and doesnt want them to get into trouble with Magnus lmao). Grimlock ends up becoming a lil’ bit of a bouncer at Swerve’s (ofc he’s gonna become fond of someone so close to his own best buddies) because he’s a tad protective. He lets out the SCARIEST growls if someone starts being a jackass to Swerve.

They’d both end up with the funny blasters too I reckon. They suck soooo bad. They laugh their asses off at how absolutely horrendous they are at the in-ship training range. They’re just really silly together. I need more people to see this I’m so desperate.

[kaitobromota]

I've been thinking about the Future Foundation watching the events of Jabberwock Island lately.

This is specifically meant to be the first murder. I imagine no matter Byakuya's actual feelings on the imposter, seeing someone who looks like you get murdered is pretty jarring.

[finelyagedlemons]

i've been noodling around with a game master design for a protag jessica au since i wanted to give her a bit more than just the cape

i thought an orchestra conductor would be a fun & thematically appropriate motif for a musician

[thesupernaturalhouse]

@fae-cookie-run-madness your aus have taken over my brain, have some fanfiction of white lily struggling after waking up as a result (I hope it's an okay read)

Ghostly memories (idk, im not good with titles)

currently, White Lily was crouched over her desk, a book laid out, and a list on the side of what she could remember. A candle on her other side so she could read

How she got there? Well...

White Lily was a...mess, to say the least when she woke up after.....she didn't know how long exactly, but that wasn't the point.

The point was that she had been confused and disoriented, from the shift of being asleep and...somewhere else, to awake again

She had tried to hide it from the others- what she couldn't she's sure her friends....

(did she really deserve to still be their friend after all she caused....sure she wasn't dark enchantress- not really, but her actions resulted in her creation even if by pure accident...)

Assumed was out of guilt for what dark enchantress had done- WAS doing, considering how Pure Vanilla kept comforting her

But it...wasnt

Well....not fully

She can't remember...much, but when she was asleep it was like she was re-living a different life, or watching that life be played out unable to stop any of the events despite her trying to do so

She remembers it all being so clear, but now that she was awake? It was all so fuzzy.

She had tried to ignore it at first, dismiss it as a weird dream- the result of wanting to be anyone else but herself

But they had been to vivid- felt to real for that to be the case. Felt to real to just forget or move on.

(It was stupid really. This whole mess they were dealing with now was because she couldn't give up her selfish desire for knowledge....)

(Though, at least she didnt plan to run off to somewhere in search of answers this time...)

They were so vivid that she's certain the only reason she responded to her name was due to the 'lily' she and the women shared in their name

And while yes, it was her dreams that mostly featured these memories, with the occasional break from them, she also got flashes of them when she was awake

Touching a sword gave her the memory of her- well, someone else, struggling to pick up a big purple one giggling when someone else picked it up with ease

And she swore she could feel and hear things that weren't there- namely, the feeling of something cold on her shoulder or waist, occasionally the name 'spider lily' being called out to her

So, no. She was certain they weren't dreams or something her mind conjured up to try and protect her

Which was what made it all the more weird.

Certain ones had gotten a bit clearer after she had gained guardianship of the tree. Which made her theorize that the increase in magical ability helped- while plausible, didn't exactly help her memory problem

Soooo she did what she usually did when something stumped her and turned to her books. Specifically, the medical ones on amnesia, since that's what it was akin to

And tested the 'treatments' on herself- none of the suggested treatments were physical, (not that that would have stopped her.)

But more suggestions to try and write things down, draw pictures, try to focus on memories that were fuzzy, etc

So she tried that- the images she drew were messy, and mostly objects. She was able to lsit a few things down though

A purple sword, purple armor, purple eyes....it was a lot of purple. She remembered cold yet gentle armor holding her, making flower crowns, wrapping up wounds, gentle headbutts, and a few more

They were like little moments in time, clips of the previous life. It made her ache for that feeling again, despite the fact she had never experienced it in her life

They didn't give her the full story though, she didn't know whose eyes she was seeing from, or who was with her, what time period

It frustrated her just as much as it made her more and more nervous. She hated not have an answer, especially when the theories to the answer were...complicated

If she was a reincarnation how? Certainly the witches wouldn't have renarnated a random cookie- especially not after what she'd seen them do....

Had a peice of the cookies soul been used to make hers? If so....how? And why? How much was used and...why were these memories only resurfacing now?

She couldn't recall having any memories like this when she was younger....

Frankly she didn't think she would've been able to handle it if she had gotten them when she was younger

Especially.....that one, she shivered at the thought

....not....snippet of memory was pleasant though. The worst one was of her staring at the sky, trying desperately to catch her breath.

She always woke up immediately after being picked up by cold armor. She typically wasn't able to go back to bed afterwards

Still, despite the gruesome nature of it, she still wrote it down. Every bit she could remember was important, after all. No matter how unpleasant it may be

And strangely enough, it was the most clear out of all of them. She can count the stars in the sky, pinpoint where the wound was on her body. Remembering the feeling of choking on her own jam....

Lily jerked back, eyes wide, heart racing. She groaned, of course she had zoned out and nearly dozed off whilst thinking of that memory....

Maybe that was her mind and body telling her she was to tired, she had been staying up pretty late trying to make sense of...this whole situation

She glanced in between the curtains, it was pitch balck outside, she really should be going to bed....

She bite her lip at the thought, letting her eyes close in thought, she really should go to bed. What good would she be as a guardian if she was delirious?

She jerked, once again, at the feeling of cold armor on her shoulder

Right.

That was definitely her que to get into bed.

With a heavy sigh she forced herself up and away from her desk

(If she focused hard enough she swore by the stars she could feel cold metal around her waist guiding her away gently but firmly)

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~bonus ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

White Lily knew that, eventually, she'd meet her beast counterpart, considering how they were escaping one after another

Still, actually looking at him was...shocking

Not, fearful though- she had expected to be scared, for him to immediately try to take her in a fight

He didn't he just....stared, as if he was in the same shocked state she was in because she recognized them.

It was the same cookie from those 'memories' of hers

Why? Why was he so familiar!?

Well, she knew why but....she had never suspected that cold but gentle touch of armor to be from a beast it was...

Shocking, distressing, confusing, nervewrecking

It gave her more questions then answers-

Speaking of nerves....they wouldn't let her move.

Part of her begged her to go run up to him, cling to them like a life line- the other part told her to back away, not let her defenses down for a second

She did neither

"Why-" she asked, trembling, when had that started? They'd only been looking at eachother for a few minutes, "why you"

They, of course, stayed silent. She didnt know how, but she could almost sense the hurt the words had caused. That he wanted to step forward but was scared of scaring her away

Like he was desperate not to lose her again

"I- I feel like I know you but I don't- I don't I can only remember so much-" she took a shaky breath, "I'm sorry" she said softly

As if she was apologizing to a life ling old friend and not a corrupted virtue. It just felt right