#headcanon engaged

[kivrin]

me: for a little lunchtime fun I'll watch this clip from the show I loved in the 90s, it'll look ridiculous I'm sure

me: aw there's the snarky British scientist, she really is beautiful

me: extremely beautiful

me: extremely snarky

me: wow, the actor really is selling the technobabble, that's a whole additional level of competence porn

me: shit the chief engineer is also even more gorgeous than I remembered

me: DID THE DOCTOR JUST HAVE HER ARM AROUND THE ENGINEER

me: COULD MY SELF-INSERT FROM 1995 HAVE TWO MOMMIES

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[shmaroace]

"that character isn't aromantic" actually they are because i'm aromantic and i said that they are. hope this helps

[chyarui]

A few of you guys were curious, so as promised, here’s a few of my takes on Kiffar marriage customs! Specifically the role of the qukuuf, hope you guys enjoy! (Once again, this was all inspired by fic Resilience on ao3, though the account is unfortunately orphaned)

Hope my handwriting doesn’t suck too much, and super open to hearing any ideas or questions you might have if I didn’t explain anything fully!

Also here’s a b/w version cause I’m a sucker for greyscale (and to make the qukuuf markings stand out more)

[chronicwhorebatman]

need you all to bear with me for five minutes but please god, please imagine, that you are clark kent. maybe you have a little bit of a crush on your Good Ol' Pal Batman. you haven't tried to look into his identity, that's just rude!

but.

but say clark has to go undercover for various reasons (shipment of kryptonite?). and some gotham goons come in, and they're loud, and one's got this fuck off oily hair and a horrendous clashing colours suit and a thick jersey accent and a matchstick hanging from his mouth, and also a HEARTBEAT THAT YOU RECOGNISE.

imagine having a huge crush on batman and he, like, turns out to be MATCHES MALONE, local grimy goon. how do you even recover from that. imagine the next jl meeting

[demigods-posts]

headcanon that percy and annabeth get engaged during college by complete accident. annabeth didn't mean to propose, she just wanted to know at what age he was comfortable marrying her (26 yrs old btw). and when he answered, she told him she'd see him at their wedding, and he said okay. anyway, they shopped for rings later that day after laughing their asses off for a good ten minutes.

[inthedreamatorium1]

I love the parallel of both of these Colin declarations because damn, he's been in love with her forever.

"I seek you out at every social assembly because I know you will lift my spirits and make me see the world in ways I could not have imagined. You are clever and warm and I am proud to call you my very good friend. (. . .) There is nothing more I want than to earn back the favor of the one person who has always truly made me feel appreciated."

"You are the cleverest, bravest woman I have ever known. You make me feel seen in ways I have never felt seen before. And then there's the way your hair cascades down your shoulder. The way your eyes shine when you look at me like two blue pools. The firmness of your lips parted just so. The softness of your skin. And then there are other parts I have been dreaming about."

In both he's declaring what she means to him and how much he values and desires her (the latter in different ways). At the core of both declarations, he says virtually the same thing: "you are clever and kind," "you appreciate me for me," "you see me in a way no one else does," "you value me," and "I desire you."

I love that he does that because all of those traits he appreciates in his friend haven't changed now that he is in love with her. They are why he fell in love with her.

His first declaration was a bit of a light bulb moment for him because I bet he's never said any of that out loud before and I bet he's never been that vulnerable with her. This then culminates into their lesson in the parlor, and why he's so thrown by her own "kind eyes" declaration. This vulnerability continues into the very pivotal moment in his study. It is why he thinks back on that particular moment before he chases after her two episodes later. He inadvertently gave them the space to be vulnerable with one another and woof. That was exactly what he needed.

Colin has always been attracted to her. It just took his sweet dumb lil' brain to catch on but when it did. OH BOY.

[felikatze]

i feel like. the more i like and care about something. the less i am capable of watching video essays about it. game i never heard of and don't intend to ever play? sure i'll watch 8hrs discussing it's flaws.

but thing i like? if you think you can point out flaws i'm not already aware of, you are dead wrong. none know better how much my interests suck than me.

and also. if you get one thing wrong about them i'll maul you. with things i like it means i've already seen every single piss on the poor take of it ever, and i'm much more polarized. i got emotional investment. i'm going to start biting people.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

rewatching TOH cause i only got up until s2e10 and then forgot everything that happened / follow for more uh?? this

[gorkaya-trava]

the excruciating pain of nobody caring about your special interest

[sotwk]

As much as I love fleshing out Thranduil's character and family history and I enjoy worldbuilding for Eryn Galen and the Silvan Elves, it's also often a disheartening past time because.

Upon observation of the fandom, you often get that sense that most Thranduil lovers just want writers to quit yapping about pesky details and give them the one-shot Reader Insert smut.

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

Time for a long Aylin ramble, because I haven't indulged in a while.

I'm actually really invested in Aylin being an aasimar! I do not think it is a misnomer or mistake, as I've seen people suggest. She was referred to as a celestial explicitly in some older builds of the game, but this was changed at some point during development. And I noted aasimar enjoyer Oath, quelle surprise prefer it this way for a variety of reasons. Primarily, I think, because it lets her be larger than life, have a touch of that other-worldliness and otherness, while keeping her very much "of this world" still, very (physically and otherwise) present and part of the prime material plane, and ultimately far more human than I believe even she herself would sometimes like to be.

To bring up the most basic and rules/mechanics-bound "creature type" level of categorisation, as an aasimar she is a humanoid, and not a celestial - outsider. Her outsider status is absolutely there and a goldmine of things to explore, but that's a different post sitting in my drafts for far too long that I'll get around to one of these days (but for now you should read this post that I love). Yes, she is in a very real sense above it all, she will outlast everyone around her and whatever she gets involved with. We also get to see her dramatic poetic archaic speech idiosyncrasies (Ho!), her odd sense of the passage of time, and, of course, her oft-discussed and joked about apparent lack of filter or regard for current social graces.

(Endlessly amused at her just going: I'll do it when my mum tells me to.)

All things combined, Aylin feels more like a being of two worlds to me than a guest visiting this one, even as she is called the emissary of a goddess. She embodies a blending and an odd balancing act between the lofty divine and the mundane, duty and preordained purpose and personhood, and touches on the many ways this balance can be tipped. A classic D&D aasimar struggle, really, and a well I am happy to keep returning to.

Balthazar: She was a unique specimen even before I began my work. Aasimar. A god's blood united with mortal flesh.

She honestly isn't even that far from a regular aasimar stat- and ability-wise - Aylin does have several special abilities, but these are flavoured as blessings from her divine mother instead of an inherent property of her as a creature - though, notably, Aylin herself at one point claims she is always reborn because "it is [her] nature".

“Blessed with the favour of a goddess, Nightsong cannot be permanently killed. When unconscious, at the start of her turn she recovers 1 hit point.” “Nightsong will be resurrected by the powers of Selûne whenever she dies.”

Importantly, she does not get to reincarnate, or get a new body, or flit away to her "home plane" or anything like what celestials get to do. She is anchored to this one physical existence (again, very human of her), tied and limited to this one body as it painstakingly repairs itself over and over and over (to a sometimes extreme extent, e.g. the all but outright stated regrowing of amputated body parts in a frankly horrifying context), insistently and indomitably but ultimately imperfectly. And I think that's part of why the kintsugi design drives me utterly wild, why her immortality setup is more interesting to me than, say, a mutant healing factor, or something like the characters in The Old Guard. Her history is pretty literally engraved on her skin, and when she, in the role of a power-granting artefact and the object of a ritual sacrifice, tells you she will feel every wound you inflict upon her, it is so easy to believe her. And I'm not even that invested in physical suffering, just that it means it's all still very palpably there, forever, and she doesn't get to magically restart with a clean slate in this sense, nor does she get to forget past lifetimes as some creatures like devas do. It's just a flavour of immortality I personally find far more engaging than most.

(I mean, yes, I am also a known hurt/comfort sucker and if you're going there in order to set up a scene where she's, I dunno, getting doted on by Isobel who's invented new scar tissue pain relief massage techniques, you know I'm going to be all over that.)

I'm also not sure I'd say she can just pop over to Argentil to hang out with her mum at will. I mean, planeshifting is not that hard to achieve, and also she can just… ask Selûne, ultimately, I guess. But I wouldn't say she has spent much time there, and I think she takes her role as Selûne's champion and representative in the Realms too seriously and too much to heart to be away from them for very long.

Which also calls to mind the issue of the obvious and "simple" answer to Isobel's eventual death - namely that with Isobel picked up as a petitioner soul they'll all just go live out the better part of an eternity in Selûne's realm. Probably in some form they will - it's never guaranteed, but this time, yeah, probably something like that will happen, and there will be, as Melodia says, no loss, only temporary separation. But I'm really not into just handwaving or stripping away most of the mortal/immortal pairing issues inherent in the relationship. If we're going for the "hang out in a different plane of existence forever" option, I think at one point Aylin would have to "complete" her duties and lay down her sword, in a way, and pick between Faerûn and the Gates of the Moon - meaning she herself is effectively moving on to a completely new phase of her existence as well.

And while Selûne carving a lovely marble statue and bringing it to life and similar takes are fun and beautiful and interesting, I'm very invested in an Aylin who was born, raised, and had to actually grow up and learn and be trained. I have a ton of headcanons of Aylin being a weird glowy baby at some point (with all the Disney's Hercules jokes I've seen folks make, of course), being entrusted to a series of Selûnite enclaves and temples and cloisters, hounded by Shar and her agents pretty much all her life.

(Neither here nor there, but Aylin also comes off as a fairly "young" immortal to me - note that I am basing this on absolutely nothing but a general impression and there's no actual hint anywhere about how old she really is. Just vibes.)

To finish up, I'd like to shout out Isobel, and the big humanising factor she is presented as. For instance, a very concrete bit of motivation for Aylin to eventually "humanise" her perception of time, if nothing else.

Aylin without Isobel is horribly depressing to me mostly because she seems to distance herself from her humanity and err on the side of holy duty (see: her epilogue letter, ouch). And Isobel is definitely the person who (invaluably, imo) explicitly and consistently insists on Aylin's humanity and personhood, who cares for her as a woman and not a divine weapon, who actually treats her well-being as a priority, and who understands her so very well and so deeply. Who does acknowledge the gloriously resplendent Dame Aylin, daughter of the Moonmaiden herself in all her awe-inspiring presence and occasionally amusing foibles, but who never fails to look past the titles and fronts even Aylin herself is so keen to put up, and focus on what lies behind it all.

A moment that sticks out to me in particular is her bemoaning Aylin's disregard for her own safety, then actually getting very angry if you suggest Lorroakan can't hurt Aylin:

Isobel: Even after all she's been through, she thinks herself unstoppable - invincible. It all feels like recklessness to me. Player: Lorroakan can't harm her. Have faith. Isobel: He can harm her. Just as Ketheric did. She'll survive it, but she can suffer like any of us - and for longer.

Using Isobel's words verbatim is a good conclusion to my thoughts here, I think: the truth of Aylin being "singular among us all" coexisting with all the ways Aylin is "just like any of us".

And now I'll pay the cute Aylin screenshot tax one last time.

[raayllum]

i'm a "callum and rayla get engaged within a year of the war being over aka on callum's next birthday (and that's them having restraint)" type of person

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Hello! I have a small request, if you have time I was wondering if you can do Nel, Alear and Yunaka with a S/O who often spaces out and wanders off and next thing you know their like trapped in a hole or something with little to no idea how they got there?

It’s just a silly scenario my brain made up. I hope you have a great day/evening/night!

(FE: Engage) Nel, Alear, and Yunaka's S/O constantly getting stuck

This request was from December 1st of 2023, WHOOPS

Nel simply sighs upon seeing S/O in another pitfall, her red eyes glancing down.

This was not something that should be a normal sight, yet here she was.

(S/O) "...H-Hi, Nel-"

(Nel) "S/O. We have spoken about this."

(S/O) "I-I know we have! Sorry, just...can you get me out of here first?"

Nel reaches down to grab their arm and yanks them out without any effort, watching as they stumbled.

(S/O) "Thanks...Um-"

(Nel) "Perhaps it would be better for you to stay near me on the Somniel?"

(S/O) "I don't want to add any unnecessary stress, Nel!"

Too late for that.

The next best thing would be for these holes to keep showing up. Then again, S/O might fall off the edge if they weren't caught in it.

...Now that she thought about it, who keeps digging these holes anyway?

(Nel) "It is fine, S/O. As long as I know that you are safe, it will not add any additional stress."

(S/O) "So I don't stress you out?"

(Nel) "I did not say that."

(S/O) "Ha...R-Right."

Why can no one in this army ever be normal? Is the thought echoing through Alear's mind as she sees S/O on top of a tree.

(Alear) "S/O?"

(S/O) "...Oh, Alear! Do you need something?"

(Alear) "How on earth did you get up?"

(S/O) "...T-That's a good question, I'm not sure."

(Alear) "I'm starting to think your spacing out might get yourself hurt one day."

(S/O) "Don't worry, I haven't gotten hurt in a couple months whenever I do this!"

(Alear) "That...doesn't make me feel better, S/O."

She has Vander, Framme, and Clanne keep an eye on S/O, much to her embarassment.

But it'd give her some peace of mind knowing that the three of them were on the case making sure nothing serious would happen.

...Goddess, she hoped it did.

Yunaka's eyes narrow as she realizes there's a abnormal shadow hanging above her.

Immediately spinning around with dagger in hand, she's about to throw it-

Before seeing S/O casually laying on top a rather high boulder, making her drop the dagger.

Effortlessly catching the hilt and sheathing it in her belt with a single motion, one hand goes to her chest in relief.

(Yunaka) "Holy CRAP you scared the heck outta me, S/O! How did you even?!-"

(S/O) "Yunaka? Is something wrong?"

(Yunaka) "Uh, yeah? You're just chilling up there like a total weirdo! How did you even climb that, it's completely smooth!"

(S/O) "...I don-"

(Yunaka) "-Don't know, right. Shoulda known the answer to that, hah..."

Everytime S/O does this, she swears her lifespan shortens.

[mipexch]

1014 blast

[canisalbus]

tbh I think that there being no big story somewhere for your dogs is what made them fun when I first found them, if that makes sense.

Like the first art I saw of Machete was the teen art you did of him back in June, and it was like oh??? who is this liddol guy? why is he sad?? ‘It’s the bug-eyed teachers apprentice again’ who is talking about him? Then later I saw the ‘nodding off at the office’ one and it was like oh! It’s the dog again!!!! why he mad? why he eepy? and then stumbling across Art of him and Vasco (I think it was the reunion one) and it was like alr Ive gotta find out who this doggo is

Anyway I remember sitting in the grass of my grandparents front lawn and going through your entire blog to learn more about Machete :3 it was so so fun to pick up little bits and pieces of him as I went further back So I think that experience was a neat core part of discovering your dogs and I really love that.

A couple of people have said the same thing, and I think it's wonderful that you found them interesting enough that you went through the trouble of combing through my old posts and figuring out how things connect!

I can see how the process itself might be part of the fun for some, but you'd have to be really invested in these dogs to go scouting for that hard to find and disorganized lore. I'd imagine it takes a lot of effort, initiative and time to do that.