#idk what possessed me to write this

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

parts of myself that i project onto the batfamily

bruce- uh nothing he’s really unrelatable for me

babs- having a disability that is often forgotten or ignored

dick- my sibling guilt and masked anger issues and people pleasing tendencies

jason- cooking for others as a love language but acting as if it’s not

cass- being infantilised because of how i look

tim- my illnesses and being immunocompromised and adhd

steph- my fears of being forgotten and my anger at constantly being pushed aside because i’m a fem presenting person

duke- everyone thinking i’m a goody-two shoes rule follower when im so far from it

damian- my autism and how the people around me just act as if i’m a neurotypical person who’s just acting out

[your-mums-nuts]

Thinking about Dirtgrub and Ronnie the rat and how they are, at their core, still kids.

They plan ridiculous adventures, they come up with childish business ideas to get rich quick, they play with costumes and swords, they want their mums to be best friends.

They are friendship bracelets and playing make believe and smoking weed behind the school and skipping class and sleepovers and they don’t need to miss their childhoods because they’re right there.

Charlie still thinks Mac is tough, even though it’s been repeatedly shown to be false bravado. Because he still knows Mac as the town weed dealer with slicked back hair and abusive parents, who always stood up for him.

And Mac still tries to protect Charlie, e.g in the high-school reunion episode. Even though he gets thrown to the wolves again and again, he still looks out for Charlie, because to him, that’s still the little boy who is strongly adverse to touch and is most definitely getting molested by his uncle.

So Mac can fall in love with Dennis, Charlie can move in with Frank, Mac can come out, Charlie can sleep with Dee and It will never matter. They’re still thirteen years old, passing a joint back and forth.

[partycrashedd]

Letting the strange creature who only feeds on life series episodes crawl out from under my bed after laying dormant for a year

[bayofwolves]

Having some thoughts about the Great Battle, the one to end the First Devourer War.

Imagine if Kovo, Gerathon and the Four Fallen were so massive that they couldn't help but destroy some of their own allies amidst the fighting. Especially the two traitors, because we know their soldiers were disposable to them, but the Four Fallen as well. As Uraza tangles with Gerathon, her claws rake through scores of Greencloaks. As Briggan and Kovo lunge for each other's throats, Greencloak and Conqueror and animal alike are crushed into oblivion beneath the two giants' feet. Adding to the senseless horror of it all.

What if the Four Fallen had grievously wounded Kovo or Gerathon (or perhaps both), in such a way that the results are visible in the time of the Second Devourer War and strike fear in the hearts of their soldiers? I think it would be cool if the two traitors, despite having survived the event that eliminated the Four, are permanently disfigured and only dull echoes of their former glory. Can you imagine if Gerathon's hood was torn to shreds by Uraza, her once beautiful scales marred by claw wounds that Tellun cursed to fester and rot? Or if part of Kovo's face was mutilated by Briggan's fangs and covered in scar tissue, with Essix's talon marks stretching across his shoulders, bare where the fur never grew back? They lived, but at the cost of being forever marked by the brethren they slew.

They should have explained the Fall of the Four by establishing that a Great Beast can only be killed by another. Gerathon killed Uraza and Jhi with her venomous bite, Kovo ripped Briggan and Essix apart with his bare hands. No human blade could have felled them -- it was going against two of their own that resulted in their downfall. The fact it came to this is a great tragedy. Once, Briggan, Uraza, Jhi and Essix lived peacefully, even happily, with Kovo and Gerathon. They were brethren, forged by the same catastrophe; survivors who found comfort in one another (or so I like to believe). They would have walked beside each other for eons. They should never have met in battle. And when they did, they discovered they could destroy one another. This could be one reason as to why the remaining Great Beasts retreated into isolation and did not commune for hundreds of years -- perhaps, for the first time, they were afraid of each other.

In The Book of Shane, Shane reveals that Feliandor's grave is only symbolic because "when the Greencloaks had finished with him, there hadn't been enough left of him to bury". This might be one of the most haunting sentences in the series. In A Revised History of Erdas, they dismembered him and paraded his head around, then burned him to ash. Some say Tembo kept the skull and hid it somewhere in the newly built Greenhaven, but Tembo himself denied these claims. (Meilin once searched the castle for the skull, to no avail.)

I personally would have liked to know more about the genocide of Stetriol (if it truly happened) and who took over as ruler after Feliandor. All my thinking about it led me to draft some plans for a novella about Feliandor's successor and what happened in Stetriol after the defeat of the Conquerors. His name is Lysander. He is the cousin of Feliandor and the direct ancestor of the present-day royal family, including Shane. I'm still figuring him out, but I think y'all will like him.

I also think now would be the proper time to mention that in ARHoE, Essix gets a longer chapter where she bonds with a human like the other three. I haven't decided on the boy's name, but he is Amayan and has a jackrabbit spirit animal. He is bright, spirited and adventurous. The eldest son of the chief, but all of 16 at the war's end, he successfully convinces Essix to fight on the side of the Marked resistance. He is full of wonder and respect for nature, Essix most of all, and she finds herself warming up to him. She likes him enough to let him ride on her back and see the world he so loves from miles above, delighting in the way he spreads his arms and whoops into the wind. Essix, who is able to read souls, looks at him and sees something special in him. He is destined to do great things. This future of his is dashed when he dies in the Great Battle, though, cut down by some nameless soldier, just a boy with all the life and hope gone out of his eyes as Essix cradles him in her talons. She mourns him for a moment, then steels her heart and renews the charge.

[autumnlassitude]

Okay, nobody perceive me, but I wrote a little one shot character study thing about Felix and Lae’zel fucking nasty style, but also kinda tenderly in their own ways.

[izel-scribbles]

temu top surgery

[amiracleilluminated]

my gender is [unhinges jaw and starts making printer noises] im afab and im also a boy, i haven't shaved any part of my body in 5 years, i wear butch lesbian clothes, i have acrylics, i wear makeup in a faggot way, i know how to fix almost everything at home, im usually a bodyguard and a person who you can call to drag your couch on the 7th floor, i squeal when i see small animals or when im being scared im amalgamation of genders i have a biblically accurate gender, if you will

[somerandommess]

Maxiel Au, almost 1000 words, angst(or something resembling that)

And the funny thing is, I would have married you…

It was the day before the wedding. Max and Daniels wedding. THEIR wedding.

He still can’t believe it. He always knew he’d spend forever with Daniel, but the fact that they’re actually getting married tomorrow still shocks him. It makes him giddy. He smiles when he wakes up and sees Daniel still snoring. He smiles all through breakfast. He still smiles even when Scotty and some others whisk Daniel away for the afternoon(some activities or something). He smiles when Daniel comes back exhausted but mellow and flops on top of him on the couch.

He remembers when it all happened. The moment when they went from being friends to being together.

It was back during Daniels early Renault days. After he left Redbull, Max hadn’t heard from Daniel for a few days. Their chat becoming stagnant, with the last message being from Max.

Hey, it read.

He was left on seen.

Max had called Daniel up but the line kept ringing before he decided to track down his hotel room. (Thanks Micheal)

He went to the room, knocked on the door and was met with a disheveled looking Daniel. He didn’t even let Daniel get a chance to close the door in his face. He just barreled past and into the room.

Daniel was rightfully confused, and a little angry, but Max explained that he was worried about not hearing from him and that his misses the friendship and oh no, one thing leads to the next he’s confessing his feelings for Daniel.

Daniel doesn’t speak. Just looks at him.

“We can’t Max,” he says.

“Why not?”Max replies. Daniel moves over to the window not answering. Max goes closer and says “Why not Daniel? Do you not feel the same?,”

Daniel looks at him tears in his eyes.

Max gently places his hand on his cheek, Daniel takes his free hand into his.

“Tell me to go and I’ll go,”

Daniel leans into the touch and…

The rest is history.

The rest is…him getting married tomorrow.

He rubs Daniels back as his drifts off to sleep. Excited for his big day.

The wedding goes wonderfully. Friends and family alike are all there to celebrate with them.

Daniel looks amazing, he can’t take his eyes off of him. He almost doesn’t hear cue for his vows he was too busy staring at Daniel.

Rings are exchanged. Cake is cut.

They’re dancing and drinking the night away.

At night, they’re settled in bed in the hotel. They fly out for their honeymoon tomorrow.

They kiss lazily, they’re both too tired from the day to get up to anything.

Max goes to bed hugging his husband.

—-

Max wakes up abruptly. He turns to face the other body in bed and…it’s Kelly.

She’s awake already, staring at the ring on her finger.

She turns towards him, realizes he’s awake and kisses him.

“We’re getting married tomorrow,”

That’s right.

He’s getting married tomorrow.

To Kelly.

He moves his mouth into a smile. He smiles when P comes into the room for breakfast. He smiles when Kelly’s friends whisk her away for the afternoon. He smiles when she comes back tired, kisses him on the head and goes straight to bed.

He’s happy. He thinks he’s sure of that.

He remembers the exact moment that lead him here.

After Max went to Daniels hotel room.

“Tell me to go and I’ll go,”

Daniel leans into the touch and…

The rest is history.

The rest is Daniel gently moving away from the touch and telling Max to go.

“It won’t work out Max,” he said.

“Your dad, and everything. And you’re you and I’m me and,” he pauses, “it won’t work. You deserve someone better.”

The rest is him nodding and laughing awkwardly and saying something like “it’s okay, we can still be friends right ?”

The rest is him pushing himself to the limit in racing. His dad introducing him to Kelly. Him winning his championships. Daniel…leaving F1.

Him proposing to Kelly.

The rest is… him getting married tomorrow. He rubs his face and heads off to bed.

For his big day.

The wedding goes wonderfully. Friends and family alike are all there to celebrate with them.

He spots Daniel in the crowd. He hides his surprise well. He didn’t think he’d accept the invitation. Daniel looks amazing, he can’t take his eyes off of him. He almost doesn’t hear cue for his vows he was too busy staring at Daniel.

Daniel looks away.

Rings are exchanged. Cake is cut.

They’re dancing and drinking the night away.

At night, they’re settled in bed in the hotel. They fly out for their honeymoon tomorrow.

They kiss lazily, they’re both too tired from the day to get up to anything.

Kelly turns out the lights and kisses his cheek before turning and falling asleep.

Max stares at the ceiling and thinks back to the reception.

Daniel congratulates him. Max looks at him a little too long to be friendly and Daniel looks back. Daniel gives a small smile and the hand that’s on Maxs shoulder moves away too slowly.

Almost like it didn’t want to let go.

He’s sure one of the photographers caught that picture. ‘Best friends at the wedding’ it might be captioned.

Max and Kelly will look at the photos later and she’ll joke that ‘it almost looks like you two got married’ and Max will laugh and move to the next picture, and stick that one under the pile.

… if you’d have stuck around.

ouch I guess

[snootlestheangel]

It was incredibly rare to see Truck without a scowl on his face. In fact, it was so rare that many Shadows could count on one hand the number of times they've seen Truck make any sort of expression other than pissed off.

And it was this surly demeanor that allowed Truck sanctuary in his shop. Away from the prying eyes and too-curious Shadows he rather not deal with.

That and his constant chasing unwanted visitors with a wrench.

It was safe to say that Truck's shop was strictly off limits to anyone else.

Hence why it was such a great place to hide when you needed it most.

Truck was aware of how Shadows avoided his shop like the plague. He was fine with this, happy about it actually.

So he preferred to blame his rather amiable reaction on the shock factor of finding one of the youngest Shadows curled up in the corner of his shop.

"Sorry I can go." Flash quickly stuttered out upon seeing the hulking frame of Truck as he entered the back half of the shop. Truck grunted as he watched the lanky kid unfurl himself from the ball he had tucked himself into. Something bold and something stupid came over Truck as he watched Flash try to bolt with his head low.

"Why were you in here to begin with?" The old man growled, and if it weren't for his usual foul mood, Truck would have felt a bit ashamed for the way the kid seemed to have a heart attack at the question.

"Well, cause I know it's like the one place on base that no one will bother me. It was a stupid idea, I know, I'm sorry-" Flash didn't get to finish his sentence before Truck had thrown a hand up to stop him.

"Sit back down, kid. I ain't gonna chase you out of here. We can all use a little peace and quiet every now and then." Truck didn't know what came over him in that moment, and he won't ever know. But what he does know is he felt a bit of pity as he watched Flash's face go from terrified to traumatized. Flash didn't say a word as he sank back against the wall, tucking his long legs against his chest the best he could.

Truck would never openly admit to anyone, except maybe Candy, how his heart broke just a bit at how the normally high energy young guy was so sullen. It broke Truck's heart a bit at how he thought that at least Flash wouldn't be too much to handle for once.

Truck decided to ignore both his feelings and the young Shadow as he began to tinker with the engine in front of him.

"Does it ever get easier?" Flash mumbled, and Truck paused for a moment.

"No." He grunted out, and he could faintly hear the choked back cry coming from the only dark corner of the shop.

"You get numb eventually." Truck added, almost out of guilt and almost out of something else he didn't care to linger on. Flash sniffled, but didn't respond right away. Truck assumed the conversation to be over, but assumed wrongly.

"Is that what you are? Numb?" Flash's quiet voice practically squeaked in the dark, and Truck whipped his head around to glare the other. But the glare quickly melted as he was met with watery blue eyes, brow furrowed with genuine thought.

"Yeah, you could say that." Truck muttered, for once his deep voice not harsh. Flash nodded as he took a deep breath and wiped his nose on his sleeve.

"Sorry for disturbing your shop, sir." Flash whispered, and Truck found himself unable to conjure up any hatred. Instead, he let out a tired sigh.

"Sometimes, company is all you need to feel better. Take your time, kid."

And yeah, maybe Truck's shop was a secret hiding place for Flash from then on. A hiding place from all the responsibilities, from all the high expectations. A hiding place from the glassy eyes and gaping mouths, from the blood spattered walls and bullet ridden doors.

And yeah, maybe Truck found himself not minding the company. Even if it meant eventually dealing with lots of questions and corny jokes. He tolerated those, scoffed at them at best. He felt he had to.

They were signs Flash was coming back around, after all.

[thewindandthestars]

Falling in love

venori but Venti's pov

Falling in love is rather strange, especially for a bard that usually sings tales about it. Bards should understand love and romance to better act out those feelings yet it does not mean they understand when it happens to them.

Venti had never thought he would fall in love, especially not while he was an archon and a god. So it was strange to start feeling the warmth in his chest, to find himself dreaming of love and how his songs always seemed to drift to that of romance.

Now don't be mistaken, he knew what was happening. He knew from the moment he felt himself look forward to seeing the very being who made his heart beat ever so faster. He didn't stop himself from falling because what is the use of fighting something that you can't control? Especially something as stubborn as love.

No, he embraced the feelings that started blooming in his chest. But that did not mean he would act on his feelings however much he found himself yearning too.

No, he won't reach out his hand to intertwine them with the one who captured his heart. No, he won't caress the very skin that has taken over his thoughts like a storm. No, he won't let a hug linger for longer than it should even if his heart yearned to stay close. Because no matter what, he couldn't let himself feel the bliss of love when it has always brought grief to his doorstep.

That was until a fateful conversation happened between him and the one his heart yearned for. A night where the stars shone brighter and the breeze was a soft caress to his skin. The grass he laid on tickled any exposed skin. He doesn't know how the topic of grief came to be. This seemed to happen often, where he would lose track of the conversation because so much has already been said.

Venti found himself opening up to the topic, letting the grief that clung to his heart out to shine in the moonlight even if it was only a crack. Something the other noticed rather quickly. He wasn't one to let his guard down. No, he protected his heart from being too vulnerable.

Yet the company he yearned for always chipped at his walls and slipped past his defences. Quite bothersome, he couldn't help but think, yet he didn't seem to mind either.

"You know, Barbatos..." her voice rang through the air, a sweet sound that soothed his heart. Oh, how he loved the sound of his name on her tongue. He turned his head and watched the way the moonlight illuminated her pale skin. How her eyes nearly matched the night sky in its dark blue hue.

"Grief is the last stage of love. It is the remnants of your memories. It is a testimony to the person who caused such grief. A testimony of your love and care."

She turned her head, letting her eyes catch his and gave him a gentle smile. He could see the empathy in her eyes, the gentle fondness he grew to love. He could feel the truth of the words she spoke. Often times he found himself speechless at the wisdom she graced him every so often.

"Grief is the sign that whoever caused it had meant a lot to you and made an impact on your life. It hurts and feels like a wound that never seems to heal but at the end of the day, you would rather bear the grief than never have met the person who caused it. Grief is the very essence of love and should be treasured even if it's the worst wound to feel of all."

And at that moment something changed within him. The thoughts of never reaching out to intertwine his hands with hers, to caress her skin, to hold her close for as long as he yearned for, vanishing as though they never crossed his mind to begin with.

Love was strange, not only did it make fools out of those in love but it also had its ways to break every wall that was built and every ounce of restraint. And, Venti, found himself deep within the gentle nature of love.

That much is true as he found himself intertwining his nimble fingers with hers and felt his heart beat quicken in his chest. For as confident as he was, he couldn't find himself to be able to look at her, to see her reaction. He felt shy all of the sudden, scared even.

Though the slow, hesitant curl of her fingers with his eased the concerns that rose in his mind. Perhaps there was a good ending that awaited him in terms of his feelings.

Or that was what he hoped.

divider by @/saradika

[your-mums-nuts]

Can’t wait for the inevitable confrontation between Guillermo and Nandor, with Guillermo being set off by something he says or does involving vampirism, possibly after realising he can’t be turned back and Nandor attempting to comfort him with his usual:

“Im okay, you’re okay”.

And then Guillermo finally getting his female-rage-blow-up scene:

“This is not okay! Nothing about this is okay!”.

A beat of silence, you can see the confusion in Nandor’s massive brown eyes.

“I let Derek bite me”.

Anger,hurt and fear all come to play here, words are thrown around, someone is crying (I hope it’s Nandor but I know it’s going to be Guillermo).

Everything’s out in the open, finally. They take a moment to calm down, then:

“You were never going to do it, were you?”.

Nandor is set in his resolution, he’s trying to hurt him.

“No, I wasn’t”.

[vampire-rodeo]

normalize getting used as a vessel

[nem0-nee]

Rev has no time to draw😭😭😭🤯🤯🤯🤯🧐🧐🧐

ADGAHVA PLSSS- I CAN WORK WITH THIS DW DW

Apologizing right now for whatever the mcfuck I wrote DHBFDSKFSDKJF

Nemo tries to stifle her laughter. Saga's so-called Weezer blue orbs just never seem to fail to make her laugh, especially considering the look of distraught on his face whenever it's brought up.

But... what was peak comedy to her was the act she had in mind.

"Me? SUSPICIOUS?!?! Y-You're more suspect than me, you...you... yOU..."

Nemo can't seem to get her act up. This complete mocking mischaracterization was just that funny to her.

"YOU SUSSY BAKA!!"

That was it. Saga!Nemo was now completely OOC, as she was rolling on the ground, laughing.

...Now, If Saga himself were to see this... E. Hopefully he's not nearby (he probably is)

(very intrigued to see how he'd react PFFFT)

[ ASK GAME ]

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

sunlit ice

Summary:

A spirit lurks in Patricia, intertwined with the very fabric of her soul, that Rufus recognizes, because it lives just as intricately in him. Osirian.

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48828064

[schrodingers-hoarding-problem]

happy ides of march everyone!

same time next year? yeah ok see you then!

[crepuscular-coyote]

And if you whip me and beat me down

Will that make you feel better?

Your hubris is your downfall, every cry of pain goes straight to your ego.

You laugh but you forget one thing:

You bred me to be a weapon.

And you'll watch as I cut you open with every trick you taught me.