#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.

[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

[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.

[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!

[cavey-the-spider]

shawty so past tense she gave me a blewjob

[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”.

[ziggystarmonster]

Damn shawty, the moor is flooded. There is no distinction between river and land anymore. Shawty best avoid the fields today lest you accidentally walk where the river is and fall in, being lost to the waters forever.

[rememberhow]

linh x alex | 3.8k (ongoing) | rated t

There are ghosts to be reckoned with once the study concludes. For Linh, it begins with an impromptu trip to visit Alex in Montana.

AU where Linh lives, set post-rescue.

you know that trope where two people suffer a terrible incident together and they’re the only people in the world who understand each other so they get together even though it’s far from the healthiest thing to do? yeah…

[iceeericeee]

Edinburgh? I hardly know her

[crushy-wushy-mushy]

god bless men in gloves