#first day at the manor

[p1ssyhorroz]

Jessa becouse yeah.... y'all fw this or nah... becouse I've been feeling yuriful lately...

[peacockrulz]

Funny stuff happens on twitter sometimes dkslfjsdlkf

[crescenthistory]

okay so i know the sacred 28 were heavy on the “traditional” upper class teachings, such as classical music and ballroom dancing etc, which is why regulus is often hced as being a pianist. but i see your pianist and i raise you: violinist

[diegusting]

Inktober: day 17 - Journal

The urge to draw Jose in the school girl doing homework on their bed pose was too big, I couldn’t fight it.

[plutosrobin]

this might be a little too niche but imagine an avatrice fic in the bly manor universe, like beatrice as jamie and ava as dani… it would destroy me i think

[choices-binglebonkus]

Okay so I may be in the minority here…but I’m not a fan of characters dying and being definitively dead…then being resurrected. Death is a permanent and very final conclusion to a character and their arc, and having them brought back to life takes away from that impact.

ESPECIALLY when other dead characters don’t get resurrected.

[deduction-substitute]

I think about the weird ghost spectrum thingy of Lucky at the table whenever you get ready for a match

Lucky being a spirit stuck in the manor, from a time that's yet to past its inhabitants. Some think its the ghost of a past survivor, while others believe that it could be the true mastermind behind the games

One thing's for certain: whoever Lucky is, he's trapped. He serves as a reminder and a warning that they could very well be in his place next. It both motivates them to do their best during matches and discourages them from ever getting out of the manor

During a seemingly normal day, the "ghost" doesn't appear at the table, no matter how many matches take place. The next morning, the chosen survivors and hunter for the match discover Lucky in his worn clothes, passed out at the table.

(My main idea got exiled to the tags so uh. Please check that out HAHA)

[the-drunken-huntsman]

Thinking about Aneis and Gelebor having a Midsommar-esque crying session over all the horrible shit Akatosh/Auri-El put them through

[chaoticismymiddlename]

I have watched nearly every WLW/lesbian tv show there is. please give me recommendations

edit: I added some tags for others that I've watched but forgot about. also, thanks for all the recs, im definitely gonna check them out

[skeletalheartattack]

i love your art style so much, it's rad as hell. how long have you been drawing? :o

you mean the goofy little sketches i do from time to time? if so, that's really kind of you to say!!! that said, i wouldn't necessarily say they're the peak of my drawing abilities though, since i just draw with a mouse.

i use to draw a lot when i was growing up, though after getting Gmod for the first time, and subsequently SFM, i moved over into those programs to make my art, and kinda stopped drawing from that point.

i don't normally draw a whole lot these days, but when it comes to how i draw the stuff above, really i just find the messiness of using a mouse to draw really goofy, that and it's kinda nice to draw stuff without it needing to be perfect. it's just silly lines.

but regardless, thank you for the kind words, im glad you like my silly stuff

[aflamboyanceofflamingos]

Due to the fact that I like to imagine Bruce as a white person who can't handle paprika I would like to present a senario:

The moring of April First, Tim and Steph are in the kitchen at 6:00 AM laughing to themsevles, Dick's cereal had been replaced with the knockoff versions he hates. As the pair goes to make their own bowls of normal cereal (taking from the stash they had secured a month prior to make sure no one did anything to it) they see the spice cabinet at the same time. One look at each other and they knew what they had to do.

5 minutes later Tim was walking down the steps of the batcave, where Bruce was working on a case, looking extremely sleep deprived.

"Bruce? I made you a sandwich. You should really eat something." playing up the concered child as much as possible he placed the plate next to the man.

"Thank you Tim. Make sure you go to sleep beofre the sun goes up, okay?" Stpeh, who was waiting near the clock held in a snort. Bruce had even realized what day it was. This would be hilarous.

"Yeah, I was about to go up now. Good Night!" Tim raced back up the stairs and back into the hallway, right beofer breaking down into giggles, sending Steph into a fit of her own.

The look on Bruce face when he bit into the generously seasoned sandwich would forever be memorialized, as the security cameras had perfect view of the flaming red face of the Bat.

[robinskey]

i was not joking when i said bly manor is not a comfort show!

[achairwithapandaonit]

eheheehhee heeheh ehehe

[parakeetpark]

I'm so obsessed with Midnight Mass, somehow we've only been watching an episode a day, and today finished ep3. But I cannot stop thinking about it so I'm just rewatching the first episode right now, it's so much fun

It's great when you find a new fiction hyperfixation to sink your teeth into, I haven't had this in a while!

Usually I don't get into tv shows, I'll rewatch things but probably the last new series I watched was one of Mike Flanagan's earlier things like 3 years ago. Something about his stuff just works well for me. I've not found another horror series maker I've enjoyed (would love recommendations btw bc I'm so hesitant to start series, it's a commitment y'know)

But for now I'm gonna rewatch the first three eps probably, or as much as I can until we watch ep4 tomorrow >:)

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Unhinged Feral Boyfriends

The whole Batfam is under the assumption that Damian is the feral child. The assassin, the wild one, the demon brat that bites and stabs. Jason usually takes the second place, what with guns, heads in the duffelbag, and being a crime lord.

But Tim? Come on, even Duke is more feral than him. Tim is a nerd, and he keeps to his own devices most of the time, and, sure, sometimes he is plenty unhinged. But he's okay. Seventh place on the unofficial List of Feral Bats.

He's got a boyfriend lately, have you heard? Tim hadn't brought him to the manor for dinner yet, but each and every Bat and Bird have already seen the guy - in person or through the surveillance cameras or background checks, doesn't matter. Either way, Daniel Fenton is quite literally a ray of sunshine.

They look very cute together.

That is, until one day, they witness Danny and Tim rip Joker's ribcage out of his chest.

Nothing could have prepared them for it. It was just another patrol, just another night of fighting crime, nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, Joker was on the loose, but so far, no one has tracked the Clown down or seen any of his goons.

But then, Red Robin's tracker went offline. The Bats started searching for him immediately - his last recorded location, his trackers, his route, everything. But when they managed to find him...

Well.

They didn't only find him in that warehouse.

They found Joker, choking on the ground and clawing at his own neck, like trying to force some air inside his lungs. Over him, Danny was squatting on the ground, his eyes thoughtful and not worried in the slightest, tapping on his chin. And, just a step behind him, Red Robin is holding a fucking ribcage in his hands, studying it with calm curiosity.

"Should we put it back now?" Tim asks, relaxed and easy, like they are speaking about whether they should or should not get another box of cereal in a store.

Danny shrugs, "I mean, if you want to. It's not like he's gonna die in the next ten or so minutes, you've got time."

And then, as Batman makes the slightest of noises, Danny's head snaps to him, and the boy smiles, cheerful and bright. Like the ray of sunshine he is.

"Hi, Bats!" Then he blinks and looks down to Joker, who is already frothing at the mouth, "Oh, don't worry about him, he won't die. Red's just putting a tracker in his manibrium."

"I figured it'd be easier to find him next time if he can't get the tracker out," Tim nods, unbothered, as he is tinkering with the ribcage in his hands before passing it back to Danny, "Okay, done. Put it back."

Danny takes the ribcage and presses it to Joker's chest. And, before they know it, the bones sink inside the man, like a hand in a bowl of sand.

Danny wipes his hands on his jeans and stands. Tim smiles at the Bats, none of whom know what to say and where to start.

The next day, Joker is back at Arkham with a tracker in his sternum, Danny is invited to dinner in the manor, and Tim takes the first place of the Feral List, with a note 'never leave unattended when Danny is nearby'.

[deduction-substitute]

Thinking of the fact that we never see Tutorial Guy afterwards like EVER

To collect my thoughts, basically the matches ARE life or death. Or WERE.

Lucky changed the inner workings of the game and made up the respawn mechanic for future survivors, not wanting a repeat of what happened to Tutorial (He can still remember it so vividly.)

But of course, nothing comes without a price.

In return for all of the survivors having the respawn mechanic...Lucky doesn't have it.