#can you tell i'm really normal about him

[fenkko]

happy birthday, childe! this 2 hour playlist is my love letter to childe... who along with scara has captivated me like no other character before

scara's playlist (which i haven't finished the cover art for yet) was pretty easy for me to make, but childe's was difficult for me because at the time not much of my favorite music really felt like it fit. i listened to a lot of new music, got into some new albums and bands, and built this playlist slowly over months.

it's themed around his devotion to his family and his god, his duties as a soldier, his vicious and selfish impulses. his future --  will the story of ajax be a tragedy, as was his namesake? will ajax ever return home?

i hope this playlist is interesting for you all and evokes something of this complex and interesting character. building this playlist inspired many of my own art pieces about him. (i've never made playlists like this before HAHA they've really done a number on me huh)

if you have any of these songs in your playlist too, or if you enjoyed anything here, or if you have any songs you'd like to share, please do 🥳 i really love talking about music

[hailsatanacab]

A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

[stubblesandwich]

[keithsautism]

I feel like Keith and Lance are both ND but in different ways. Keith is the kind of guy who would really like physical contact and words of affirmation as love languages. He's pretty good at telling Lance how he feels about him later in the series. He'd probably appreciate the lack of ambiguity and take things at face value/put trust in I love yous.

Meanwhile Lance grew up in a big family so they might not have had as much money. Receiving gifts was a really big deal for him growing up. I can imagine Keith giving Lance a cool blue shell he found at an alien market and being all confused, thinking Lance doesn't like it when he goes still. Like he wants to take it back and is disappointed that Lance doesn't like it. But he does, he's just a bit overwhelmed by the gesture. Trying to show why he thought getting some silly shell was a good idea, Keith meekly tells him to look at this pretty part of it, turning it over in Lance's hands, pointing out an opalescent part that's all different kinds of blues. Says it reminds him of Lance's eyes.

Lance says something like "How would you know what colour my eyes are" because eye contact is not Keith's forte, but there's no bite behind it, and Keith doesn't get the joke anyway, just looks nervous. Keith just says they're pretty, as if he couldn't not have noticed. Lance puts it down on his side table gently. Keith says "You don't like it?" Lance gives him a super tender kiss. They kiss for a while holding each other, and Keith hugs him, sighing with contentment into lance's shoulder. Says "Holding you feels like home" then Lance dies on the spot

[hellogoodbyeitsme]

Broke: Damian is bad at being a Robin because he's too violent

Woke: Damian is bad at being a Robin because he's afraid to hurt people

[the-wine-dark-sea]

I've recently been thinking about the difference between Edwin’s experience in Hell in the comics vs. the show and what it says about the differences in characterization.

(Please note that I haven't read the comics completely yet, this is really just what came to mind when re-reading the boys' story from The Sandman.)

This is how Edwin describes Hell in the comics, when his character is first introduced:

"It was just corridors.

And I was hurrying down these corridors, because I knew I was late for something, but I couldn't quite remember what.

And then I realized that there was something behind me. Something horrible. But it was always one or two bends of the corridor behind. And even though it wasn't making any noise I knew it was always there.

And if I started to run it would get me.

So I just kept walking, as fast as I could. Down these corridors. With something silently walking behind me. Something sad and lonely and terrible."

So at first glance, his torture simply seems more purely psychological here than on the show. And it sounds horrific, especially for this even younger version of him. Now, it's obviously a different version of events, two seperate canons, so it's no use to speculate if the thing that stalks comic!Edwin through Hell is the Babydoll Spider or something completely different, or if the same parameters apply. But I don't think that really matters. Because it is his reaction to this situation that truly stuck out to me:

"And if I started to run it would get me. So I just kept walking"

This Edwin knows he is going to get caught, not from experience, but he is aware of it in the way you just know certain things in your dreams sometimes. (He does describe it feeling like a nightmare, after all.) He can feel that he would get caught, and so he just keeps walking. He never tries to make a run for it, just to see what would actually happen, or to try to outrun whatever would give chase. He keeps walking, as fast as he can, but still walking.

And then we have show!Edwin. He knows he will get caught eventually from excruciating experience, over and over and over. "The moment I run it'll chase. And I can't get away from it." He knows he'll trip it off if he runs, or if he is too loud. And yet he runs. He doesn't stop running for seven decades.

[lonely--seeker]

Mop psycho mandatory doodle dump

They're pretty self indulgent

[sysig]

Challenge level: Impossible (Patreon)

[all-lars-bars]

I want to get it across to everyone that Ethan Winters, while very much just some guy, is also definitely not normal.

[kharonion]

So. I promised to myself I'd share more Blorbo Blabberings. And here we are. 😈

I'm working on editing the next chapter of Fear the Reaper finally, and it begins to dip into Vikt's limbo between corporation and mercenary. A time in which he's lost absolutely everything, and he's feeling every ounce of it.

He was on top, holding so much power in his hands, and in what seemed like a split second, it's yanked away. Not just by anyone. By the man--no, by the corporation--he served without any question... because that's all he's known to do. A plot fueled by jealousy, a plot that seemingly involved everyone Vikt had any sort of trust in for his work.

So, now, he can't trust anyone.

Not even himself.

Squatting out in the alleys of Kabuki with nothing but the ratty clothes on his back and the fires of a hatred he can't extinguish, Vikt is both at his most vulnerable and most dangerous. A circuit ready to blow. The pits of despair are an abyss he is more than ready to jump in. No amount of drugs or fighting can dull his pain. He's not in a good place, it goes without saying. Every day is a struggle to find a reason to see the next.

People think he had it easy afterward, simply taking up merc work immediately, finding shelter with the "connections" he supposedly had. People don't think Vikt was in a fight for survival, both against the streets themselves and the shadows he's cloaked in himself--a fight he very nearly lost were it not for Jackie's interference months down the line.

The city swallowed him up, spit him out. Changed him. Broke him.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

omgg lol [guy who won't stop going "more like scapeGOATED" voice] now hold! on!! lmao [same guy just saw encanto voice] Hold on!!!

[cheygrembaby]

hey guys what if i told you i had a human freddy design

smiles

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Wait I think I missed something in this incredible saga. Are you going on a date with the coworker??? I swear the last thing I saw was “no I would never” lmaoooo. If so, I (like the rest of snzblr) are anxious for updates about your love life. You’re one of the top snzblr couples now, enjoy 🤙

I did say I would never and I was a fucking liar apparently 😔 it's not technically a date tho bc I never told him it was bc I need to be so casual and mysterious ahdkaksk but it's a date To Me lmao. It's tomorrow tho bc we're still at work rn and it doesn't look like we're leaving anytime soon so at least I have that to look forward to I guess lmao

[violentlydefending]

genuinely always so shocked to see mirei hate. like literally god forbid women do anything.

[starlit-roses-ships]

y'all ever just. have those times where you don't really have any energy to deal with f/o angst either from either canon or from your own scenarios you've come up with?

sometimes you just want to think about soft comfort you know? 😞

[atthebell]

🌹 :D

He thinks, irrationally, of Ripley, stumbling down a hallway, groaning, just like he is now. But Ripley had steam to hide her, had a whole spaceship to run through– he’s in a three-by-three hallway, with no exit, and there’s chainsaw wounds gaping open his abdomen. It’s no time for movie references, no time, even, to try to warp away. He stumbles forward, pitching himself across the pit, knowing he won’t make it, and the spikes tear open his stomach even further, ripping him into shreds as he tries to turn, scrambling to the edge, still trying to escape. Cucurucho stares down at him, chainsaw idling in its hands, and he feels blood spew up from his lungs into his mouth, his last choking breaths still screams. 

you get a long and gory one hi orion :D

[for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random snippet of a random WIP i'm currently writing]