#i refuse to tag this but yeah.

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID in alt text, transcripts for comics also found there!]

🎉🎇HAPPY NEW YEAR!🎇🎉

Sure was a year...This is just me taking the end of year opportunity to post the various DC comics doodles that have been gathering dust in my files! Disclaimer that I'm a heathen who mostly reads batfam comics (and also a lot of. Sidekick-y stuff? Like YJ98) and these are all for fun! (Image #3 is a direct adaptation of this text post I made)

[basslinegrave]

i want them to share a ciggie so bad (and monarch can then yell at both of them)

[missingn000]

to be honest, i'm kinda surprised i haven't seen anyone else make this connection

[can-of-slorgs]

*japanese funky nightcore cover music in the background*

[pluralhottakes]

sometimes pro endos and anti endos should just. chill. interact. don't limit yourself to only interacting with people with morals that are 100% the same as yours. everyone's all "no one is perfect" until the imperfection is that they don't agree with you on something. like no actually flaws aren't just skills people aren't good at, they're also moral things

tl;dr just chatting with people who disagree with you is ok and not everything is about syscourse

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[electrozeistyking]

Poor Little Star.

Summary: Beneath the Favor Tree, Loop has a moment to think about everything. (Takes place in the Longer Than Necessary AU.)

At first, watching your stupid little stardust bumbling around had been somewhat funny.

He had gotten himself trapped in a time loop, and you were put here to help him, of course, even though it wasn’t like you would’ve had much of a choice. It’s your job, as their helpful guide Loop; you’re supposed to help them. 

You gave them tips and tricks to help them get through it. You spoke with him about different things, answering his questions and occasionally interjecting to ask him some of your own. You grew used to talking a lot more and throwing theories around with him, even going so far as to test one of those theories against his will. 

It’d been weirdly cathartic, in a way. You hadn’t minded helping him, but you couldn’t deny that seeing him go through something worse than what you had made you feel better about the whole thing. You got to sit back and relax, knowing you didn’t have to be center stage.

But the loop count grew.

And more.

And more still.

Your stardust had blown up one loop, lashing out at his party and at yourself. He’d wanted nothing more than to kill that stupid so-called King with his own bare hands, simply because he’d been convinced it was the only way to end the loops — even though you’d known for a fact it wouldn’t. 

That was the only time you had spoken with their party. Your stardust had gone into The House alone, and you’d helped their party reach them, giving them the tools and the context they needed to do so, all thanks to some weird and cruel twist of fate... but your stardust had completely burnt out before then.

Next loop you had seen him, your stardust had looked so empty and lifeless. To this day (loop? whatever), you still find yourself wondering how he’d even managed to walk to the Favor Tree without collapsing.

And if that wasn’t enough, you still remember how they hadn’t responded when you’d tried to push their buttons and tease them. But it hadn’t worked, so you’d given up at one point; and now they’re still tired and hazy, like they barely know what’s happening anymore. You can still remember how the star in your chest sunk when he first started calling you “Loo.”

And yet you let him.

Because that was fine, wasn’t it? 

You called them “stardust,” so you’d reasoned you might as well let them have “Loo.” He’d blown up in one fiery burst of mania and anger and hate, then turned himself into a heaping pile of ash and hollowness and agony. You had the feeling he was forcing himself to go through everything again because he had no idea what else to do.

Therefore, it only made sense you let them have their silly little nickname for you, in exchange for further assistance in getting out of the loops. Even if doing so felt like someone was twisting a blinding dagger in your chest. 

Because they would have to break free, right? Maybe you’ll feel like you’re swallowing molten rocks when that moment finally comes, but you would have to be content with the fact you at least did your job, should they finally get out.

Not that you’re very good at that anymore.

You were meant to help him get out. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? Despite knowing it was through words being twisted, you were meant to be their someone who could help free them. And yet you couldn’t even do that, could you? Now look at your stardust. They’re falling apart because you can’t help them.

You’ve been watching as more of himself slips through the cracks in his memory every loop. He grows even hazier and more forgetful the longer he’s trapped. Humans weren’t meant to have so many years worth of memories stuffed in their head, after all; older memories keep falling away to make room for new ones. 

He can’t remember what the earliest loops were like, or what his life was like before they ever started. They don’t remember that you were ever called Loop, their helpful guide to help them through the loops. You sometimes wonder if they remember who they are, or if they’ve forgotten what they had left.

But you. 

You’re just so special now, aren’t you? They can’t remember, but you can. Because you’re not human, is that right?

Oh, who are you kidding? Of course you’re not human anymore, just look at yourself! You’re some weird star-headed thing now, a blinding ethereal being who knows things they never should’ve been cursed to learn. You speak of wrong buttons and secret Craft signs and dialogue branches.

You can bend the rules, ever so slightly. 

You helped your stardust do the same.

So why are they still here, Loop? 

What have you been doing wrong? How could you have let them reach this point? Just how blinding stupid are you?

You hear footsteps and look up, torn from your own thoughts.

Ah. Speak of the devil. Here’s your stardust now.

[clowningaroundmars]

my personal atsv hobie brown hc is that this boy can build a watch that enables the wearer to travel to any dimension they want to, made entirely out of cobbled up parts he "finds"

but anytime anyone brings up AI or algorithms or social media he pretends to be 100 years old

hobie: what's a bloody "snapchat"? fuckin 'ell those effects are nightmarish, mate

miles, exasperated: hobie, you BUILD TECH that astrophysicists in my dimension can't even replicate. how are filters on a phone trippin you up?

hobie: dunno, everyone's got their strengths n weaknesses, i 'spose... 🙄😒

[mirroredmasquerader]

This is one of the first few things I drew in color for this nonsense I think

[hychlorions]

they match :')

[torchstelechos]

My favourite Loop and Siffrin relationship status is "Its not romantic, its not platonic, and its not healthy, but we stay winning <3" cause aint no one doing it like them

[whorefordarlin]

Darlin': "You want me to get in a car? The thing that killed Gabriel Shaw?"

David: "Get out."

[onesidedradiostatic]

The Lucifer Commissions Saga has me thinking that once Vox found out about Lucifer's Alastor shrine he would be like "???? He has a signed recording of Alastor's radio debut?!? Oh my god I need that" and then he spends weeks searching for one until he finally gets it for like a million dollars (from the Alastor budget). And then Lucifer sees that it's been added to Vox's shrine and he's like "that loser did not just copy me" and he proceeds to try and upgrade his shrine as much as possible just to upset Vox, and it basically turns into a dick measuring contest for them (Alastor is horrified)

(if you don't have the context. god help you. all I can give you is this (the budget), this (the shrine og), this (the shrine animatic))

I'm. I'm going to cry. I have so many questions

I'd actually argue it's more likely for vox to have gotten HIS signed around him and alastor's first meeting, lucifer hadn't even heard of alastor when he met him he's a FAKE FAN. (HOW WOULD HE HAVE EVEN GOTTEN HIS HANDS ON A RECORDING OF ALASTOR'S RADIO DEBUT? I WOULD UNDERSTAND STALKER-VOX WHO HAS KNOWN ALASTOR FOR YEARS HAVING IT BUT LUCIFER-WHO-IS-THIS-WHO-IS-THIS-NUT-ARE-YOU-THE-BELLHOP-MORNINGSTAR?????? HOW?????????)

yeah. yeah alastor is horrified (and op is losing her mind trying to apply logic to this)

[tagarilaghost]

When you when you when you-

Silly nightmare guy! I think at least I started this drawing with that in mind. Kind of got carried away I guess-…

[i3utterflyeffect]

What if one day, Alan came home early, insisted that Chosen would stay to dinner, and they have big family dinner together? And everything so surreal for Chosen, so when they come back home, Dark can't stop asking Cho why they look so stunned.

god yeah-- i don't think he'd insist on chosen staying personally but there's no way SC doesn't beg them to stay--

[mostofthingsmostofthetime]

Calling all Dair shippers!!!!!

I want to start reading fan fiction of them, but I have no idea where to begin.

My only requirements are that it's in English (why must you be the only language my stupid brain could leadn), is an AU and that (while I don't mind if he shows up) Chuck doesn't get any kind of a redemption arc like if he's in the story I want the narative to treat him like the villain he is (the same with Louie tbh but I'm guessing he dosn't get much focus).

I would also prefer it if it took place when they're adults (but I'm willing to give fics of them getting together sooner a try).

So, if you know of any fics that fit that description, please leave your recommendations in the comments.