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For the bookish ask
📕 What book has had the biggest impact on your life, and why?
📝What fictional world would you love to visit and explore if given the chance?
🧉 and two extra, what are the books that you need to/wish you could recommend to everybody and do you have a character you wish everybody knew about?
Which books had the biggest impact on your life?
Hatchet by Gary Paulsen and The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. I read Hatchet in the eighth grade, and it taught me to learn things more intentionally. I had known before, but this book confronted me with the importance of adapting knowledge into a given situation. I was also more interested in learning practical skills afterwards (fire building, plant identification, etc). I read The Alchemist a year after in high school, when I was uncertain about my future. It gave me the motivation to finish projects and it got me out of a huge creative slump. I’m very grateful to both of these books.
Which fictional world would you love to visit and explore if given the chance?
HANDS DOWN THE DC UNIVERSE!! Guys I would be living it up in Gotham idc 🔥
What are the books that you need to/wish to recommend to everyone?
Depends on what genre they like:
Crime fiction/mystery -> The D.I. Callanach series by Helen Sarah Fields
Romance: anything by Emily Henry
Romance/fantasy: All Of Us Villains duology by Amanda Foody
Rlly sad lgbt romance: Lie With Me by Philippe Besson
Sports (hockey) lgbt romance: Icebreaker by A. L. Graziadei
Urban fantasy: The Stranger Times by C. K. McDonnell
Memoir: Fun Home a Family Tragicomic
Graphic novel: Mamo by Sas Milledge
Jason Todd comic: Red Hood Lost Days by Judd Winick
(Among others ofc. I have too many recs lmao)
Do you have a character you wish everyone knew about?
This is actually a very hard decision, there’s too many lmao. I’m picking Stephanie Brown from DC comics though bc she is too often ignored in the fandom 💥 she is cool and feral and silly!! And her story is so sad :(
#fennec speaks#bookblr#asked and answered#hatchet#the alchemist#perfect prey#all of us villains#lie with me#icebreaker#the stranger times#fun home: a family tragicomic#Mamo#red hood: lost days#ty for the ask!!
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Natalia Preis
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this is what peak performance looks like
#she's beautiful she's perfect she's everything to me#prey#prey 2017#preymp#mp#behold the humble reployer
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i’m actually so serious about ewan mcgregor’s filmography. no one else is serious enough abt it. there’s so many incredible movies and about 90 of them are underrated or cult classics. star wars is great but it’s almost one of the least interesting things he’s done. there’s trainspotting! there’s moulin rouge! shallow grave! down with love! i love you phillip morris! big fish! perfect sense (devastating movie)! birds of prey!!! not to mention his season of fargo!!! where he plays not one but TWO characters and blows it so far out of the water i was genuinely sobbing by the end of it. like on my knees. good stuff
#misc.#before there was cary grant there was ewan mcgregor#he was my pandemic hobby. 9/10 if you ask me for a movie recommendation i’m gonna tell you a ewan mcgregor movie#there’s something for everyone. the gays: birds of prey and i love you phillip morris and moulin rouge!#also velvet goldmine !#the children: christopher robin and robots!#you like quiet movies?: beginners; perfect sense#you like gritty fucked up quirky movies that scream 1990s?: trainspotting; shallow grave#a lighthearted romantic flick you can watch with the family: down with love and big fish#your dad wants to watch a movie with you?: the impossible; black hawk down#you want a sorta endearing b movie?: salmon fishing in the yemen; a life less ordinary#i’m TELLING you guys we’re not giving that man enough kudos
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speaking of sheep:
https://www.tumblr.com/bestiolin/734582117661556736
i think the dynamic of a wolf!könig and sheep!darling not only goes hard but also helps aid my love for forbidden romance tropes. because something as wrong as two complete opposites like predator and prey can be something so horrifyingly beautiful yet so doomed by the narrative.
because what makes you think könig would be in his right mind when he realize that not even his own kind could desire him, that he is no respectable beast if his only reason for hunting down and killing his own pack was because not only they betrayed his trust as a family but, most of all, they targeted the one thing that gave him the tiniest bit of attention and praise. his sheep darling, the one who was much too foolish to understand her own placement in the world, where she was destined to bleed for him but instead, she was no better than him.
könig and daring were just as much as one of the same when it came to their rejection of their kinds. everybody shunned them, they beat them down with words and high expectations, they didn’t belong because of their skewed perception of what it means to be a predator that provides and a prey that survives. but who’s to say, if everyone around them socially disposes them what’s wrong about abandoning those norms.
what’s so wrong about a measly little sheep aiding the slaughter of a beast who’s purpose is no longer just to provide but to protect the very thing that made him feel belonged?
despite the incompatibility of these two, they find solace in each other in their sadness and lust for love, no matter how twisted it is, no matter was illegal it should be, nothing could stop them now.
I love predator/prey dynamics because once the prey discovers her power over the predator… then who’s the one really being preyed upon here? Her purity transmutes to something darker (something that was always there), while he taps into his protective qualities and becomes, if not innocent again, at least something far more complex than a beastly, instinctual creature.
Instead of devouring her, he will cherish her; instead of using her as sustenance, he will sustain her. He learns that his deepest yearning is to chase, not kill, she learns that surrendering to getting caught is far better than surrendering to fear.
And it’s not about healing or changing anything or anyone anymore: it’s about becoming a force to be reckoned with…
#König is the perfect predator I will die on this hill#btw i heard that the pic behind that link is ai art too asfdf#it's everywhere ;_;#ANYWAY predator/prey trope ftw <3#answered
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I'm begging on my hands and knees for more Twilight au, and those are words I never thought I'd say! Anakin being able to resist compulsion, and Obi-Wan seeming instantly obsessed, and poor Shmi! Pretty please 🥺🙏
hey!! sure! here's some more!
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Having a sheriff for a mom sucked a lot when he was a kid growing up in a small town. There was probably nothing Anakin was rebelling against more at eleven, at thirteen, at seventeen than the rule of law his mother represented.
All things considered, she was pretty good at separating her home life from her worklife. It was Anakin who was bad at respecting the separation, Anakin who couldn’t keep son out of delinquent. There’s only so many times he could be pulled out of wreckage and bars and buildings with Keep Out No Trespassing signs on them before he got The Sheriff at home and out in public.
He’d hated it growing up and had come to grudgingly respect it later and in fits and starts. His dad dying had, terribly and ironically, helped a lot. His mother had had a stroke just before and then Anakin had been faced with the possibility of being an orphan, and the terror of that had mellowed him out.
Sorta.
He still hates a lot of things about his mother’s job. Especially the fact that she’s the sheriff of a very small town.
And when people talk, she listens.
The thing about small towns is that everyone’s always fucking talking. And other people are always fucking lsitening so they can talk later. One big fucking community, which means when Anakin comes home from his weird doctor’s appointment with Dr. Kenobi, a few hours later because he took a detour biking along the edge of the seaside cliffs just to spit in the good doctor’s metaphorical face, Shmi Skywalker already knows more than Anakin ever planned to tell her.
Like, for instance, “Sheila says that Dr. Kenobi thought it would behoove you to spend some time at the local library volunteering.”
Anakin pauses, backpack half-slung off his shoulders. He hangs his stuff up slowly, careful to keep his tone very light. “Did Sheila say what I told him after he said that?”
His mom’s silence is very loud.
“I don’t want to do i—”
“I asked the new librarian about it on my way home from the station. She thinks it’s a wonderful idea. Apparently we used to have a program like that in the forties but it died out during the war.”
“Mom, come on—”
“It’ll look good on resumes, saying you created and supported a local reading program.”
“Yeah, but I’m a bit too old to be applying for babysitting positio—”
“It’ll look good for me as well,” Shmi says in her sheriff voice. “Elections are coming up soon. It’ll be good, if my kid was involved in the community.”
Anakin’s glad that his back is still turned to the living room, where his mom is sitting. “Are you gonna run again?” he asks, paying special attention to his tone this time.
“Why wouldn’t I?” his mom replies. “I’ve been sheriff for a decade and a half.”
Anakin lets his eyes fall closed for a second, knowing that his face can’t be seen. This is how they end up half the time: Shmi’s ardent belief that she is invincible, going up against Anakin’s desperate desire for her to be so.
And they just don’t talk about it. As if they’re actually in agreement.
He knows how this is going to shake out.
“Do you have any plans tomorrow?” His mother asks.
Anakin’s eyes remain closed. “I guess so,” he says.
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Mrs. Kenobi—call me Satine—is sort of scary up close. She’s tall. She glides between bookshelves. Anakin’s never met someone who glides before. And she’s so intensely, incredibly, blindingly perfect that Anakin would rather be anywhere but in her vicinity. There’s something incredibly unnerving about the symmetry of her face, the sharpness of her cheekbones. She’s obviously an absolute knock-out, just drop-dead gorgeous, but it makes Anakin’s skin crawl and his heart beat fast, but not in a good way or a normal teenage boy way.
Anakin tries to keep the unease off his face as Satine leads him through a tour of the library, a gentle hand on his forearm. That’s another thing Anakin doesn’t really like. She’s wearing satin gloves. He doesn’t know anyone who wears gloves anymore.
It’s just all a bit…unsettling.
“I put in a few words around the school yesterday afternoon,” Satine tells him. They pass by the mystery section, the fantasy section, and take a hard right into the young adult section. The shelves are smaller here, and Anakin feels rather stupidly gigantic as he and Satine walk through them. “To some parents picking their children up after school. They agreed it would be good exposure to bring them to the library for an hour or so of reading before supper.”
Anakin highly doubts it will be, but Satine hasn’t really asked him.
She sweeps past his figure and pushes open a pair of double doors with a flourish better suited for a Russian tsarina hosting an elaborate ball than a small town librarian showing off a small, cramped, and dusty room filled with padded seats and threadbare rugs.
And then, as if she has been waiting to put the last nail in the proverbial coffin, Satine adds, “A few students from the local high school will be here as well.”
“Sorry,” Anakin says, “are you saying I’m going to be reading to high school students? Can’t they do that themselves?”
After all, Anakin went to high school here. Academics hadn’t been too rigorously challenging, but they’d taught the fucking basics.
Satine raises one perfectly plucked eyebrow in his direction. “They’ll be volunteering as well.”
Oh. Right.
“It looks good on their college applications,” Satine waves a hand through the air and the words linger there. Anakin looks out the rather dirty window, jaw clenching. “I’ve already chosen a handful of books I think the young ones will enjoy.”
Anakin, committed to his fate, pads over to the titles placed carefully ontop of a short, stout side table.
“Peter the Rabbit,” he reads off the top. “Peter Pan. Alice in Wonderland. Treasure Island. The Prince and the Pauper—look, you’re the librarian here, but don’t you have anything written this century maybe? Harry Potter, even.”
“These are classics,” Satine tells him, her nose raised into the air as if she has encountered something particularly foul-smelling. She turns away, presumably to return to the front desk so she can welcome half the fucking town inside the library so Anakin can read them fucking Anne of Green Gables and become a better person.
“These are fucking boring,” he mutters to himself, flicking the cover of the first book, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz open. Publication date: 1900. “I’d rather be in Kenobi’s office getting lectured at.”
There’s a sharp noise of disapproval from the doorway, and Anakin’s head snaps up to see the tail end of a very heated look from the librarian before the door closes behind her.
He shivers, alone in the emply room, and it takes several long minutes for his heart to settle back into its normal pace.
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After the fourth kid sneezes, Anakin closes his book with a snap and stands from the very small chair they’ve got him sitting on. “Come on,” he tells the cluster of children he’s been assigned to. “We’re getting out of here.”
“Are you kidnapping us?” One of them, a snot-nosed kid who’d started the sneezing says, rubbing at her cheek beneath her glasses. “Cause mommy says that’s not allowed.”
“I’m not kidnapping you,” Anakin snaps back, barely holding in his natural follow-up to the sentence which is of course, I don’t want to be around any of you in the first place. “Also, just for future reference, you shouldn’t ask if someone’s kidnapping you after you already start following them.”
The girl scowls and reaches up her hand to hold onto Anakin’s.
For the love of Christ.
“We’re just going to go into the main part of the library,” Anakin tells his children, all six of them. “They have windows out there.”
They have windows out there and they also have parents. Parents who absolutely should be doing other things with their lives and precious hour of extra freetime.
Parents who are clustered instead around the library’s front desk as the town’s newest librarian holds court.
“Is reading time over?” one of the kids asks him, turning his head to look up at Anakin.
Anakin thinks about it. “Do you want reading time to be over?”
The kid thinks about it back. “Yeah,” he decides. “You don’t do the voices good.”
“It’s a boring book,” Anakin tells the kid. “Voices aren’t going to make it better.”
“Voices always make it better,” another kid says. “They make everything better.”
“Oh look,” Anakin says. “Is that your father?”
He gestures vaguely towards the cluster of drooling middle-aged somethings focused on Satine.
The kid peeks around his thigh and then shakes his head. “No,” he says. “That’s Dr. Obi.”
“Dr. Obi!” The kid holding Anakin’s hand says, and she lets go.
Anakin gets a bad feeling about this, a feeling that only doubles when he turns around to see Dr. Kenobi sauntering towards him, hands tucked into the pockets of a long dark jacket that makes him look even more pale than he already is.
He scowls automatically as the man gets closer. “Dr. Obi.”
Dr. Kenobi spares him a look that’s far too amused for Anakin’s pleasure before he crouches down to the level of the kids. “Hello there, young ones,” he says, opening his arms to accept a hug from the traitor of a girl Anakin’s just spent thirty minutes reading to. “Are you eating all your vegetables? Even the brussel sprouts?”
“I like brussel sprouts,” one of the kids reports sounding proud, and that starts a cacophony of opinions about brussel sprouts from all around Anakin.
“Wow! One of mine just absolutely hates them,” Dr. Kenobi says. “She refuses to eat them, so you’re very brave, Michele.” He lets go of the girl and turns his golden-brown gaze up to Anakin. “And what does Mr. Skywalker think?” he asks, raising a hand for Anakin to take. It’s very obvious he’s asking for a hand up and Anakin is obeying before he thinks about it. He snatches his hand free almost too soon, but Dr. Kenobi doesn’t even have the grace to lose his balance and fall over.
His hand is like ice in Anakin’s, and Anakin stuffs his fingers into the pocket of his jacket automatically a second later.
“Do brussel sprouts help with circulation?” he’s biting out before he can stop himself. “Cause you may need some then.”
Kenobi’s head tilts very slightly to the side as his eyes catch and hold onto Anakin’s. “Oh?” he asks lightly.
“You’re cold,” is all Anakin mutters in return. He swipes his other hand against the back of his neck. “”S poor circlutation, isn’t it? Something in your diet maybe?” Dr. Kenobi blinks at him and then breaks into a wide smile. “I can assure my diet is very…circulation-mindful,” he says. “Blood health positive.”
Anakin’s mouth thins into a line. He guesses that’s what he gets for trying to give health advice to a doctor, especially a doctor like Kenobi who just so happens to be devastatingly attractive and also smart.
And also an asshole. And also married.
Speaking of which. “Are you here to fend off your wife’s admirers with a scalpel?” Kenobi’s eyebrows raise. “Young ones,” he turns his head away from Anakin, down to the children.
The strangest feeling breaks of Anakin the second Kenobi looks away, almost as if a strange pressure he hadn’t even realized had been building was suddenly dissolved.
The very small beginnings of a headache begin to thrum in his temples.
“Young ones, it’s time to find your parents, isn’t it?” Kenobi says, and like fucking magic, the crowd of six children around Anakin disperse, children swarming away from him towards the group of adults surrounding the front desk.
“Can you teach me how to do that?” Anakin blurts out, even though he’d meant to ignore Kenobi now that he doesn’t have to make nice in front of small kids. Not that he was really making nice in the first place. But now he definitely doesn’t have to.
Kenobi gives him a half-smile, eyes heavy-lidded. “It’s a special sort of skill that takes, above all else, much practice.”
Anakin scowls. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Does Kenobi think he can’t commit himself to something even as mundane as a fucking commanding persona? Does he think he doesn’t have it in him to be–-
Kenobi’s eyebrows go up again. “Has anyone ever told you that you are exceedingly defensive?”
“You’re extremely nosey,” Anakin snaps back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t you have better things to focus on right now anyway?”
He gestures loosely towards Satine, who has started playing with one of the mother’s bracelets as the other woman stands and looks at her rather dumbfounded.
Kenobi follows his gaze and then lets out a huff of laughter. “Satine can take care of herself,” he says, even though it hadn’t really been Satine that Anakin was worried about.
He’s about to open his mouth to say so when Kenobi turns back to him. His eyes are piercing, a dark, captivating sort of gold.
“Do you find my wife beautiful, Anakin?” he asks.
Anakin blinks. His headache is getting worse, which is probably down to what can only be a trick-question fashioned to look like a grenade lobbed at his feet. “I don’t think there’s a good answer to that,” he mutters, rubbing absently at his forehead. “What the fuck.”
“An honest answer is a good one,” Kenobi says lightly. “Tell me honestly.”
The words feel pulled from Anakin’s stomach, and he’s opening his mouth before he realizes it. “No,” he says.
Kenobi’s eyebrows crinkle together. “No?”
Anakin curses his stupid impulse control. “She’s beautiful,” he adds quickly. “Really. But…it makes me uncomfortable.”
Kenobi’s lips purse, and then there’s something like disappointment in his eyes as he examines Anakin. “Ah yes,” he murmurs. “I’ve been told my wife can make countless young men feel rather uncomfortable. It’s normal in men your age, Anakin. Sexual ar—”
“Uncanny,” Anakin blurts out. He doesn’t mean to, but he also doesn’t want to listen to Kenobi trying to lecture him on fucking arousal in the public library. When it’s not even relevant. “She’s so beautiful, it’s uncanny.”
“Uncanny.”
“Yeah, like. Monstrous.”
Kenobi’s mouth falls open, pink lips parted in what looks like honest surprise.
Anakin’s own eyes widen as it hits him that he’s just called Kenobi’s wife a monster to Kenobi’s face.
“Shit,” he says. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m going to go.”
He throws a look at Kenobi, whose eyes are lit with something a lot like interest and then across the library to where Satine’s head is turned, cocked, and eyebrows up high on her forehead, as if she’s just heard everything he’s said.
He decides rather immediately that he’s going to take the backdoor exit.
#asks#twilight au#obikin#a couple of things:#all the books mentioned are published before 1920 because satine was probably a young mother around that time#imo she became a vampire during ww1#brussel sprouts tasted very bitter in the 60s through the 90s before we tweaked how they were grown genetics wise#so kids used to hate them and one of the vampires in obi-wan's coven was a kid during the 60s so has strong memories of brussel sprouts#being awful#satine's special vampire power is her beauty which is like double that of the normal enthralling/alluring/perfect predator beauty#so anakin's own sort of immunity to vampire powers a la bella means he just finds it unnerving and uncanny#but he did fall prey to obi-wans mind trick at the end there because the immunity thing i think would be something he has to practice#to get strong at#so his immunity kicked in at satine's beauty and it didn't affect him#but he couldn't also effectively protect himself from obi-wan's mind compulsion#to tell the truth#because systems overloaded
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i will say, one thing about rwby (maybe 2 things) is i don’t feel there is enough romanticism. i don’t mean romance, for that i think there’s plenty, but i mean there isn’t enough romanticism in the framing or the style of it. this is a show about fairy tales! We should get to see a princess in a big beautiful ballgown. Some bridal carrying. Some riding off into the sunset. Gimme some fairies, some sparkles, something to make me embrace the cheesiness of what I’m actually watching.
#my favorite idea i saw for this was someone saying the maidens should have had magical girl style transformations. i think that’s a perfect#middle ground for rwby’s intersection of americanime and fairy tale allusions#but i think we can always go further. i’m a big fan of vol 6 specifically because its best moments prey on emotion rather than logic#which is something fairy tales are built upon#i will say i’m a fan of rwby’s inversion of ‘true loves kiss’ though. instead of bringing life it always foreshadows death#although i do wish this was pushed more in the show because it can be easy to miss
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Hey hey hey, I'm back on my Harley bullshit~~
#my art#harley quinn#dc comics#birds of prey#harleen quinzel#batman#the joker#sometimes you stress and sweat and draw and redraw a piece for weeks and weeks#and sometimes you find the perfect ref and bash something out in 24 hours#thankfully this was the latter#and lord knows i never need an excuse to put harley in a sports uniform#and more importantly have her use sporting equipment as a weapon
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Stephanie: So. You, my kinda, sort of big sister, are engaged to the sort of adoptive brother of your sort of adoptive daughter, who's also the sort of adoptive son of our sort of old boss and the sort of adoptive brother of my brooding jerk ex-boyfriend, whose sort of family sort of loves me more than they love him?
Barbara: Maybe it's unnecessary and, frankly, impossible to neatly categorise everything.
Stephanie: Says who?
Barbara (smirking): You know, by your logic, when Dick and I get married, this would make Bruce your kinda, sort of, sort of father-in-law by extens—mph!
*Stephanie slaps a hand over Barbara's mouth and collapses over her lap*
Stephanie (eyes squeezed shut): Ew-ew-ew-ew-EW!! Stop-trying-to-put-a-label-on-everything!! What's-wrong-with-you??? Babs!!! Stop-talking!! STOP IT!!! NO!!! *shakes head aggressively* AAAAHHHH!!
Barbara (smiling with her eyes): Thhts mh ghrl... *pats Steph's back*
#for the love of god stop shoehorning bat family relationships into ill fitting labels and “perfect” nuclear family nonsense#stephanie brown#barbara gordon#batgirl#oracle#batgirls#batgirl 2009#bat family#batfam#fanfic#fanfiction#dc comics#comics#batman#robin#the spoiler#wayne family adventures#birds of prey#bruce wayne
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So many mediocre sci fi stories, but then there's prey
#prey 2017#idek dude i haven't finished the game but im like 90 perfect sure a twist is about to happen#i trust none of this shit#words by flops
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Thinking of the top 3 video.
When aliens were all up & in front of Luka, he made himself look small I think.
I'm still thinking of that.
Luka making himself small like a flower, a toy, whatever; when the aliens are around.
But Luka has a strong empowering presence around Hyuna, Mizi and soon Till
The cycle repeats ig <- abuse cycle that is
#time diary(?)#audrey/kellie's time diary#alien stage#alnst#alien stage round 5#alnst luka#alien stage luka#alnst mizi#alien stage mizi#alnst till#alien stage till#alnst hyuna#alien stage hyuna#luka makes me sick in many ways. wtafusbsjbdjsbdjhdjdbd#him being prey. yet he's a predator to others. because thats what “perfection” is to the aliens. to his “family”#(he calls hepuru his “father”. i wont put it past him saying that the aliens are like family or friends to him. yet#that- he won't rlly care about that. since. well. the feeling of having a father; you want to impress them. etc etc)
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I actually think the most pressing thing from pre-52 continuity we should be bringing back is Steph and Cass' pet rats from Batgirl: Convergence
#ramblings of a lunatic#stephanie brown#Cassandra cain#Batgirl#batgirls#<- bc that series specifically brought them back to roomate status. hence perfect time to bring back the rats#actually that series also made a joke about steph identifying with rats IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER GUYS I SWEAR#wait lemme try n remember the rats names#one was proserpine and the other actually goes unnamed#(...they name the second rat tim /j)#though i guess with cass being away with the birds of prey for the foreseeable future it'd just be steph and her rats#i like it though. Steph should have more weirdgirl moments. they're scattered across her history but they're there#dc comics#batfamily
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not to be a fanon girlie on main but I think we should consider taking away the 'human' label from Dooku
he comes from a planet that has at least one magic space dragon, was under Sith hegemony for a while and according to wookiepedia has enough of a chiss population that they count it distinctly.
honestly, the exact details I don't care about. Are most serennians part chiss? did the sith do some fucked-up genetic fuckery and alchemy on them that still has unexpected influences on their behavior/immune system?? Did they just evolve funny because that's the same planet that gave us the magic space dragon???
a combination of these?
something else entirely?
like. if we can decide that no, stewjoni are their own thing, then surely we can give the same treatment to Serenno
#is this mainly because I want Dooku to have been completely feral as a kid? maybe#let him bite some people#and then as he gets older he's got the perfect poker face 24/7 but INTERNALLY he's tearing throats from politicians left right and center#and he never tells anyone about it#because its deeply embarassing to him#the only ones who know are yoda (because he was a little too prey shaped) and thracia cho leem (who stitched yodas arm back together)#serenno#dooku#star wars#random boli thoughts#star wars headcanons#for the mines!#⛏️⛏️⛏️
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the Birds of Prey by David Nakayama
#cassandra cain#dinah lance#big barda#birds of prey#dc comics#david nakayama#batgirl#barda free#black canary#dc#variant cover#cover art#my edit#comics#no tea no shade but this is the perfect team to me
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@nihillist-blog I am still losing my mind over this screencap you got. I zoomed it in because I’m so obsessed with it. I am eternally grateful to you
#like what???#how does he just look like this??????#i’m obsessed with the stalking tiger vibe here#like circling his prey sizing it up#waiting for the perfect moment to strike#maximus in the arena is a whole extra level of hot#the command!! the presence!!! the tenacity!!! the skill and prowess and ferocity!!!#jumping his bones so hard every time he comes out of the arena#this man doesn’t stand a CHANCE#i’m so all over him he thinks he possessed or something#the skirt and boots are working for him#and the way you can see those big mountainous shoulders 👀#i am SUCH a simp for him#all day every day#putting him in a heart locket and carrying him with me always#that’s my husband right there folks#you heard it here#gladiator#maximus#maximus decimus meridius#gladiator 2000#russell crowe
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things most fantasy does poorly but skulduggery pleasant kills at is showing what happens to people who live extraordinarily long:
1. they go crazy
2. they're consumed by grief
3. they turn on people with shorter lifespans
I'm tired of elves or immortals or pseudoimmortals being noble, sad people who mostly think humans are just as important as them. I want more peoples whose brains were just not built to process living that long and who decide regular humans deserve enslavement. way more fun
#sp also excels at showing how goddamn frequently you need to be stomping out fascist movements#that much life and that little coping ability is GOING to produce a fuck ton of paranoid fascists#the way so many sorcerers get caught up in new religions too>>>#ofc if they cant grasp the scale of how long life is going to be theyre gonna get scared and the nutjob religions that are always popping up#in-world are perfect to prey on them#shoutout to the necromancers ig for making a religion and sticking to it all these years. at least theyre consistent#says kenna#skulduggery pleasant
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