#ill come up with a tag for this eventually..................

[brucie-baby]

Little bit less dead now and I wanted to word vomit a little more.

Like I said before, I would not definitively describe pre-crisis Jason as reckless because that sounds a little too negative for a boy who genuinely did have good intentions, but he was often a little reckless. From the beginning (and to fully make it clear: this is pre-crisis Jason with his circus origin, because pre-crisis is where that line comes from), Jason had one goal: Be good enough to be Robin. He was constantly trying to prove himself despite Bruce telling him that there was no need. This mostly stems from doing death-defying stunts at the circus and always being encouraged by his parents to take risks (his parents chased after Killer Croc, they were also insane [positive]), and Bruce telling him that being Robin was too dangerous made him feel like Bruce wasn't letting him be who he truly was. (He's literally just a ginger Dick Grayson here, guys.)

After one of these instances, Bruce says, "It was ill-advised, Jason, but you didn't do wrong. On the other hand... initiative is one thing, but I wish you'd stop taking on such grand schemes for yourself. You don't have to keep proving your worth to me, I'm sold." That pretty much sums up Bruce's whole view on it at this point - Jason isn't doing anything bad because it's with the intention of doing good and it does help people in the end, but he doesn't have to take on these big missions all by himself.

Now one thing that's important to note is that Bruce did not initially want Jason to be his partner, but Jason was absolutely not having it. Before he even knew of his parents' fate, Jason had already stolen a costume from the cave and jumped in the back of the batmobile. From the get-go, Jason wanted to be Batman's partner, and Bruce wanted Jason to be his son. (This gets a bit flipped post-crisis which is infinitely frustrating to me.) Obviously both feelings end up much more mutual, the father-son one very quickly, but this is how it starts.

So essentially you've got this kid who's used to taking a lot of big risks and parents that encouraged him to take those risks (I can't tell if it sounds like I'm bashing them here? I'm not meaning to if it does), and whilst he understands that this is also life-or-death, he doesn't seem to grasp that they're entirely different circumstances. Being a skilled aerialist is not the same as fighting bad guys who want you dead. He's also got the whole Dick Grayson thing of "I'm your partner, not your weakness. Treat me as such."

That's where we get back to "Robin gives me magic!"

With all this context of Jason's intense need to prove himself, both as Robin, son of the Bruce/Batman, and Jason, son of adventurous acrobats, Joseph and Trina Todd, Robin giving him magic takes on a whole new light. I've seen a few people say that the line is more about the anonymity, or finding courage in the mantle of a hero, and while both these interpretations are totally fair, I still mostly disagree. This is Jason refusing to be treated like the child he is (he was twelve years old when Bruce took him in). This is Jason becoming... I wouldn't necessarily say cocky, but something along those lines. Like I said in the tags of that last post, this is a warning sign.

And that's not even touching on the Collins of it all. I know these comics are unrelated so you don't really have to listen to me here, but having a man become so convinced that his costume gives him magic that he grows detrimentally reckless just links them so well.

This is why I think that this could've been the starting point of his post-crisis self if the crisis had not happened. If they'd have fleshed it out a little more, slowed it down a bit, Jason gradually becoming more and more explicitly reckless and eventually violent could've worked. They'd already laid the groundwork for the recklessness. The violence and bloodlust would've taken a little longer (one of Jason's last conversations pre-crisis has him saying that Bruce has not failed by only arresting criminals instead of successfully reforming them, as the world is still a better place with them behind bars), but it still very much could have worked (Jason was quick to act and, only a few times, quick to violence, but with reason).

I was going to dig a little further into my ideal Robin!Jason origin and progression but I fear this post may be growing a little too long so I'll leave that for another time possibly.

There isn't much point to this post other than literally just rambling about Robin!Jason. I just think he's a very complex character, and fandom tends to boil him down to being 'the real golden child who loved school and never caused trouble', and that simply isn't accurate.

He did care about his grades, both pre- and post-crisis, and though he never really enjoyed homework, he still did it (pre-crisis he very much did not want to do it but he wanted to keep his grades up, and his views on schoolwork aren't really touched on in post-crisis, though it is said he does extra credit to make sure his grades stay up as high as they are). And he was always stressing Bruce - letting a villain adopt him to solve a case, running away, patrolling alone with permission, dying his hair black and stealing cash from Bruce's drawer to go help him and so on. Post-crisis, he was obviously very violent and this jump was super sudden (one comic he's telling Bruce not to give up on his methods, and the next he's saying "okay but what if they just died", but Bruce's character was also very affected by the crisis), but it's canon now, so🤷.

Basically I think fanon Jason is boring and bland. Like yeah canon Jason pretty much went from Ginger Dick Grayson to Angry Murder Machine, but that's still a lot more personality than what fanon gives him. I just really love Robin!Jason and this, I think, is why I dislike current Jason so much.

I've got a lot of thoughts about "Robin gives me magic!" and absolutely none of them are coherent but I'm sharing them anyway.

So for context: this line comes from a story in which Calendar Man is planning to kill Jason, and Bruce tells him that he can work the case but not out in the field. There's a whole thing here where Jason gives Bruce the silent treatment until Bruce calls him immature and sends him to his room. That night, Bruce apologises and explains that he can't lose Jason, and that sometimes Batman has to go out alone. Jason says he understands but sneaks out anyway, planning to take Calendar Man on his own.

When he gets back to the cave (after Bruce has been searching for him despite bleeding out), Bruce tries to scold him. This is where he says that line, and that Robin lets him do things he'd never have dared before. Bruce says that it sounds like recklessness, and Jason says no, just maturity. There's a few more bits here that I have a lot of thoughts on but these are the most relevant parts of it.

The thing I find so interesting about this is actually from a different comic from a little while before. There's this guy, Collins, who wears Catman's costume and believes it has this magical ability to give him nine lives. Collins narrowly avoids death several times (e.g. nearly hit by a truck, almost crushed by rocks) and he thinks it's the suit's doing, but actually, it was Batman following and saving him every time. While they're fighting and Collins is insisting that the suit gives him magic, Bruce thinks, "I've created a monster - he's completely reckless - unwilling to concede there's any danger his costume can't handle!"

Now I also have a lot of thoughts on this that I might get into when it's not five in the morning but the main one is this: "Robin gives me magic" is not proof of Jason being the happy, chill Robin. This is him giving Bruce grey hairs in real time. This is him thinking that he's nearly invincible. To me, this would've been the perfect point to start shifting him into his post-crisis self. I think Jason's too complicated to label him as just reckless but also? I would not say it's wrong to. He is occasionally reckless and he does act without thinking sometimes. And just to clarify, this isn't criticism. I love pre-crisis Jason. He's my little guy. That's why I hate it when he's just boiled down to 'the happy Robin' (and the fact that it's a stupid label for any of the Robins, please let go of that), because he's been stressing Bruce out since day one. Like, this is the kid who said "if you don't make me Robin I'm doing to run away to the circus," and then did. And post-crisis he's very explicitly written as violent and reckless. He's always been a menace, don't take that away from him!!

[rotruff]

happy monday

[martlet-my-beloved]

i had an idea

idk what to name it yet but post-pacifist uty au where an older martlet finds frisk in the ruins and has to figure out how to escort yet another child through the underground. why the hell is martlet in the ruins in the first place? thats for me to know and you to find out

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[luck-of-the-drawings]

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[screechingfromthevoid]

ok so I thought it was weird the way Dorian said "it's not like that" when saying goodbye and the hesitation in robbies voice as he said "I kiss his little forehead" (which I took as Dorian hesitating to do is it) because if there was going to be a confession, that should have been the time.

Then Robbie called Dorian actions before the ball "recloseting"

Dorian WOULD have confessed to Orym then. He WOULD have had a big dramatic goodbye because he's been in love with orym for months.

But his brother was there. He wasn't only saying goodbye his friends. He was saying goodbye to Dorian Storm. For now. He was going back to being Brontë Wyvernwind. Who is severe yet elegant. Subtle and masculine. And probably straight.

So no. There was no confession of love. Because Brontë doesn't love Orym. Brontë is a good spare. Perfectly ready to because heir at any moment, take up all responsibilities of that. He'll wait in the wings and marry a nice girl from court. He'll take care of his brother who can't take care of himself.

Brontë will be thankful for the time he was Dorian. He will be thankful for Orym for showing him how to be a good and strong man, protector. Leader.

[xxri]

maría for the ad astra zine! lc u will be missed T_T

[a-physical-avatar-of-scribbles]

more of this au because. i still think im funny its all i have to my name

[lunarharp]

when an obsessed orufrey person plays ace attorney for the first time in a while

[cicada-candy]

I get the sense that Nina is gonna haunt the next season.

[pikkish]

Do you think there are any ways ID software could fix or improve doom’s story in a sequel to doom eternal or is the only fix a full reboot?

Tbh i don't think there really needs to be a sequel doom game. For as messy as modern doom's writing is, I actually like the general premise of how it ends. Doomguy has already sacrificed so much to stop hell, he has already dedicated everything he is to this sole goal. It's thematically fitting that he would have to kill himself in the final blow. And that's clearly MEANT to be The End. Hell has been well and truly stopped, and doomguy is dead. No more loose ends. It's over. No more doom. The End.

That said, because of how modern doom is, ther ARE loose ends, and in fact, there's one very, very BIG loose end that leaves a lot of space for a potential sequel. The whole premise of TAG was that killing Davoth would destroy anything outside his realm that he made, ie any demons outside hell get vaporized. But then, the reason Doomguy dies at the end is because Dav, in theory, made everything, including Doomguy, so Doomguy goes down too. But then, since Dav made everything, Earth and humanity should also be destroyed, which is, y'know, kind of exactly what Doomguy was supposed to be stopping. So either there's some sort of loophole, or else humanity is still in imminent danger, and either way, there is potential for another story.

BUT.

The reason we're here to begin with is because of poor writing that prioritizes "wouldn't it be cool" and "what can we use to make an attractive trailer" over consistent, coherent, and in depth story. And since the current writer is the same writer who got us here... well, to be honest, I wouldn't put a whole lot of faith in a sequel OR a reboot.

(Not to mention that said current writer is the one who wrote the current big, final The End of TAG2, which implies he didn't intend for there to be a sequel. So any sequel written right now would be either him going "well, ACTUALLY-" yet again, or else the publisher pressuring id to make another doom game for money, and, well, y'know, neither of those things have a great history of working out well for good game development.)

So while I don't personally think any sort of sequel to Eternal/TAG is really necessary, they probably could make a pretty decent one... if they had a better writer. But they don't, so I'm not gonna hold my breath waiting.

[theunconcernedembalmer]

Slides this doodle out for a bit

[sleepyezzy]

ahout out to the thought process that led to this (there was none. i knew i had to do it as soon as i saw the panel)

objectified spoilers i gues

[alastryona]

I spend a lot of time thinking of scenarios because it's fun to imagine my little guys in Situations. But I accidentally found one that finally broke me and by broke me I mean made me Actually Write Something.

Anyway here's 2000 words of oc story that will make less sense to anyone that's not the two people in my discord group chat who receive most of my nonsense. (Specifically @monasticmaestoso who is my biggest enabler and ended up making me write again after like 10 years of not doing that with her wise words "gotdamn")

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Darkness. Static. The smell of blood. Metal clanged loudly as the scene around came into focus. She tried to take in the surrounding room, interrupted by another swing of a heavy weapon and tile crashing as she dodged. A battle? There had been fighting in other memories, yet this felt different. Her body moved again, swinging on her attacker and sending him skidding across the floor. He was so familiar, through his face seemed obscured in fog. It was always there, like something was stopping her from recalling the faces of anyone from that time. Her body again, stepping towards a girl lying on the ground. She looks exhausted. Again gripped her weapon. It was always an awful feeling, feeling trapped in a form she couldn't control just to watch the events long concluded. Like being controlled by invisible strings 

“You should have gotten in the ark.” Her voice rang out clearly and she could feel a smile spread across her face.

The boy struggled to sit up and face her. “Stop it… Runa…” He sounded strained and his words cracked just a little. 

“Hate me, █̵̯̙̠̫̲̇̋̾̎́̄̽█̵̭̘̩̤̼̜̼̓̀͝͠█̵̩͖̞̏̏̚͜͝█̶̞͕̙̰͚̿́͆̚͠ͅ█̸͕̹̬̦̽̃́̉̓█̶̞̮̪͓̠͆̓͋͝͝█̷̧̗͉̪̈́̃͑̚ͅ . That will only sustain us.” 

She raised the strange blade again, centering it with the girls back. She too was familiar, face shrouded in the same fog as always. 

“STOOOP!!!” He cried out as she began to swing down. Light filled her vision and searing pain rushed through her body.

Runa snapped awake, shaking from the memory that she wished had just been a dream. Maybe then it wouldn’t be so clear, she could forget and say it wasn't even real. She clutched her chest, it felt so heavy with each new fragment of her heart that was found. But this time it ached and her head swam with thoughts. What was I doing? Weren’t they friends of mine? Why were we fighting? Her thoughts quickened as the realization began to set in. I attacked them, didn't I? I wanted to… hurt them. Her words surfaced again. “Hate me. It sustains us.” Just what kind of person was she? What kind of monster?

The room around her was lit by moonlight streaming through the window and the silence of the night made her shaking breath all the louder in her ears. She stumbled out of bed and towards the door. This place had been her home, here with those that had found her when she'd awoke as all but an empty husk who could only remember her own name. Who'd taken her in and cared for her and treated her like family from the start. The smell of blood filled her mind again. If she had hurt those she called friends so easily… She held her stomach, the thought making her feel nauseous. The room was spinning, her heart pounding out of her chest. Trembling hands opened the door and guided her through the dark house.

I can't be here. I shouldn't. I'll just hurt them too.

Her vision blurred, her ears rang, she couldn't breathe, but she couldn't stay, and she didn't notice another door open as she stepped outside and started to run.

It wouldn't matter where she went as long as they would be safe. And they would be OK without someone like her around to betray them. Road turned to grass, then leaf litter under her feet. Trees streaked past her vision. Everything would have been better if she had never been found. If she had been left to rot in an endless sleep without the burden of memories or this heavy heart.

She rushed through the overgrown clearing, nearly tripping on an upturned root. The twins used to play here, when they were younger. Sometimes Rel would come out just to enjoy the quiet. Runa didn't stop moving, couldn’t bear the thought of tainting this little sanctuary too. She pushed through the trees as they grew denser. I never should have been there to begin with. The distant sound of rushing water grew closer. I hope they can forgive me… She pushed the thought away. If they knew what she really was… they wouldn't blame you. Of course they wouldn't, they're too good. You never deserved it anyway. None of their kindness. All wasted on someone with their dear friend’s blood on her hands.

Finally leaves made way for the clear sky above as Runa came to a stop at the little waterfall overlooking more forest below. Nowhere left to run from here. She was too tired to keep going anyway, and she fell to her knees as the panicked breath turned to tears. She hurt her friends, couldn't even remember their faces. Just the pain in their voices. And it's my own fault. I did it to them. 

She sat hugging her knees against her chest. Her tears had dried on her face and her eyes stung a little as she stared off into the sky. Sparse clouds passed over the moon, she wasn't sure how long it'd been. Not that it mattered. Her actions continued to repeat in her head. “Hate me… you really should. It's only fair. I can't even be bothered to know your name after all this time.” She said quietly.

“And who's that? Those lost friends of yours?” The voice made her jump, she had been so distracted she didn't even hear anyone approach. Standing a bit behind her was Baldr, looking out past her into the night. “How did you-”

“Always was a bit of a light sleeper. And you forgot these.” He laid a pair of boots next to her and took a seat on a rock close by, resting his hands on a walking stick. “Awful idea running all the way out here like that.”

Runa looked back down. He was right. She hadn't even noticed how cut up her feet had gotten. It hurts. You deserve it. 

“I used to come out here too. Ed called it the brooding cliff. He wasn't entirely wrong.” He continued. “New memory that bad?”

Runa held her legs a little tighter. “I… can’t go back. I shouldn’t.”

“And why is that?”

She took a deep breath and slowly began to recount this newest memory. “We were… fighting. My friends and I. Or, I was fighting them. They looked so hurt and- and I struck them down. I said… that they should hate me. And I-” She covered her mouth and held her forehead as she saw it all over again. Her own hands raised, ready to strike. “Oh god I think I was going to k- I think I k-” the words got caught in her throat as her heart began racing again.

“But how did it begin again?” Baldr interrupted. 

“Huh?”

“You were fighting? How’d that start?”

“I… I dont know.” She hadn’t gotten that part, she was realizing. How did it come to that? And-

“And how did it end again, the very last thing?“

Runa closed her eyes. “He… he yelled for me to stop. Then everything went white.” She clutched her chest again. “And there was this pain…”

He furrowed his brow. “Right where that scar is?”

Her eyes snapped open again. The scar. She hadn’t even thought about it lately. “Yeah…”

They were silent for a moment. Wind rustled through the leaves behind them. “It sounds like you still don’t know how you’d gotten there.”

“Does it matter?” she sighed. “The things I did there… That I said…”

“What were you thinking at the time?”

“Thinking? I was-” she didn’t know that either. Her mind was flooded with sounds and feelings, she felt trapped in the horrible scene. But what was she feeling? The Runa long gone? “I dont know.”

“It sounds like you’re passing an awful lot of judgment on someone without knowing nearly enough of the story.”

He’s right. “But still I-”

“Hurt people you loved?” he interrupted again. He let out a light chuckle, which startled her. “Sorry, it’s just. We have much more in common than you know.”

She turned her head too look at him, confused. 

“You don’t know how I came to this world, right? About my life before then?”

“No, mo- Hoder said it was too painful to bring up.”

“She’s right. Never liked talking about it much. Y’see, when I was young- probably about the same age you were when we found you, I lost my sister. She was killed in front of me. I felt powerless, that I was responsible. And that darkness festered in me until it broke me, became me. I felt I might as well take the world down with me.” 

Runa thought about herself back then. It was only ever a guess but they said she was probably fourteen or fifteen at the time. “Then you, you were just a kid. Did nobody try breaking you out of that state?”

“Not in time. I still blame him a little for it. For what I became. The darkness of my sorrow, my anger consumed me. And I took it out on my friends, my classmates. Until there were only two. They’re the ones who stopped me. Stopped the monster I had become.”

“You’re not-”

“Oh I was. Literally. Things start to blur the further it went but I remember that thing clear as day, a monster born from my pain. Those two defeated it-” he paused a moment.

“Then what?” she asked.

“I don’t remember. Past that the blur is too strong for me to know. But I think I died that day. Maybe I had been the whole time. After that, I found myself here. By then my head was clear again, and the feeling of what I had done could have drowned me. But it didn’t, and it’s thanks to the people who drug me out of the pit I found myself in.” He absently touched a ring on his left hand as he spoke. “Once the anger was gone I would have rotted away in the sadness and guilt that was left. But they didn’t let me. He sure didn’t. Even after I told him. ‘Then carry that burden with you and live.’ he told me. And he was right of course. And I do. I wound up here after all, who’s to say nobody else found the same miracle.”

Maybe they did too… It was a comforting thought.

“That’s why we named her Hoder, you know. After my sister. I wanted to make sure nobody after me would fall like I did, have all that pain all alone. It was Edward’s idea. That she’d be proof of her memory, and a reminder I would never lose sight of.”

“That’s… really nice.”

“In any case, I can’t say we did the worst job. Her and your siblings are pretty good proof of that.”

My siblings… They are, aren’t they. She often forgot just how much they thought of her that way. She felt it too, even if she tried to shut it away sometimes. 

“You too, in some ways, even if we can only claim a few years of you. Although whoever you were before has a lot of the thanks in that. And whoever was responsible for her. And you know what else? Her story isn’t over. Your’s isn’t. So go on and find the rest of it before you decide you don’t belong somewhere, alright?”

Find the rest of it… Runa held her hand to her chest again. She knew her heart was shattered, and the pieces they’d been finding were the key to her lost memory. She didn’t know how that fight began. Or how it ended. She hurt her friends but didn’t know why. And thats… “Ok. I think that’s ok.” She muttered. Find the pieces first. How did that person feel back then? Did it hurt as much as it does now? 

The stars faded slowly as the sky began to change, the light of the morning sun reflecting gold off the clouds. Baldr yawned and slowly stood up. “It’s gotten late. Early? Well, we should head home before they notice and send out a search party.” Runa smiled and tied up her boots. He helped her to her feet, and they made their way back to the house where everyone was waiting. The sun peeked over the horizon, and her chest felt just little lighter. I’ll find you. I promise.

((Some additional context that's important here: Baldr is the same one from KHDR. I got a little too attached to him and ended up crackshipping a postcanon version of him with Edward from ff4 bc of a song i liked, and got a little too attached to that. This was before the finale came out, and I had to adjust my lore a little to make All That work. But I'm in too deep now because I ended up grandpaifying him and connecting him to my other ocs by way of Hoder, his and Ed's daughter and their mother.

Tldr, i blorbified too close to the sun now Baldr khdr is a grandfather and this is for an audience of like 3 people max. Feel free to ask if you get this far and have any questions though! It might not always be coherent but i love blabbing about the gay little people in my brain.))

[dreamsy990]

finally putting together all my (relevant) god designs heres a wip before i color this/rewrite my notes to be legible

[fangedlovebites]

hi handsome :3c can't stop thinking about how perfect you'd be in a muzzle, collared and leashed, and looking up at me from your knees

-💋🔬

hi there darling, so sweet to hear that you were thinking of me ☺️

and what a fun coincidence! this morning all i could think about was being in a muzzle. maybe next time i get paid i’ll buy one ;3

[lucksea]

i still havent changed the title for his playlist not because i think its true but because i dont have anything funnier and i dont just want to make it the same as my tag for him even if he is my little chew toy