#reblog for retcon

[song-linked-from-nine-verses]

Welcome to 9 Verses - an AU of Linked Universe

This is an Modern AU of another AU (Linked Universe)!

A Song Linked from Nine Verses (9 Verses for short) is me rambling on discord about my love for math rock/rock/jazz

There are three main bands:

Math rock band: Wars-Wild-Four (Wild because I find the bg in his games feels like math rock, Wars because his boss music has a lot of odd signatures, and Four because of a throwaway thought, What if Four is really good at funny signatures since each color keep track of a beat)

Indie rock: Legend - Wind -Twi. This band absolutely dreads the odd signatures. Give us a 4/4 or 6/8 please. (Wind in particular is due to the fact that i overheard a conductor disliking odd signatures).

The two bands above constantly have petty beef with each other, mainly because they want to use the music room on the same day, also the other band's music sucks. And They Have The Nerve to ask Sky (guitar) and Hyrule (vocals) to Their Band??

Both band wear clothes that make them look like homeless teenagers, never shower, and they all have some sort of face covering when they play, but even though they constantly fight, we get to:

Jazz band: Time runs a jazz band. with Wild-Wars-Legend-Sky as the main players. Now, while Wild - Wars and Legend are in rival bands, and they Are Not Aware of each other. Think, having secrets like Wolfie and Bunny Legend in LU. Although I mention "enemy band" it's mostly friendly banter however. They have to shower before jazz practice and dress well because Time said so.

occasionally, other members of the bands join the jazz band, as honourary members, and its awesome, because even though they constantly bicker they still work together.

[apostaterevolutionary]

Collecting some thoughts on veilguard cause tbh I really don’t know how to feel lmao so. Unstructured ramble time

I’ve watched the trailer and the demo and I feel very. Idk? Still ‘wait and see’ mode for me. It’s been 10 years. Inquisition imo was the weakest of the 3. And while I have kind of moved on from DA there is a part of me that wants this to just blow everything out of the water and be amazing. I’m just not sure if that’s what I think will happen. Right now, I just think it doesn’t feel dragon age-y enough (in terms of what I, personally, consider the defining traits of the series) but I don’t want to jump to conclusions with so little information

The trailer was. Fine. Vibes were a little off but given its Varric narrating, it makes sense (also. Unpopular opinion lmao. I love Varric but I don’t think he should be a companion again. If there’s a carry over companion, it should have been Dorian. And tbh he could still be there, considering they said 7 companions but Varric is not included in that. So did they mean 7 *new* companions and maybe a few others? Advisors again maybe? Idk. Maybe Varric is a temporary companion, but I don’t think he should be there except maybe as a cameo. Scout Harding is an unexpected but fine carry over though). I don’t really have an opinion yet on the companions themselves cause there’s just. Nothing to base an opinion on other than the character designs

Gameplay demo shows that they’re definitely going very Inquisition-y. As in, continuing further down the path it started. Which isn’t unexpected, but is a bit disappointing, though not necessarily a dealbreaker as of yet. It’s probably smart tbh to go more in an action rpg direction than back to the crpg roots given it’s going to be compared to bg3 no matter what they do - better to differentiate as much as possible. Though I don’t think that’s why they did it, probably more a happy accident. I just. Idk, I found inquisitions combat a bit boring and I haven’t been impressed by what I’ve seen yet. But a 20 minute demo is probably not enough to really form an opinion

I feel like you can still see the echoes of this being a live service game at one point too. Healing potions coming from pots found in the environment (I never got over healing spells being cut btw lmao, bring back spirit healers already), the “ability wheel” (unsure about that too, given it sounds like we can’t control companion characters anymore? Kinda really don’t like that :/), stuff like that. I still feel like DA2 combat was the perfect balance between fluidity and strategy but it is what it is. It performed badly, so they’ve disregarded it wholesale rather than consider that some aspects of it may still be worth exploring. It sucks, but that’s capitalism I guess

As for all the other little things, idk, I really am not sure what to think yet lmao. Some sound good. Some less good (why only 2 companions, I don’t like that at all - also weird that the demo shows you won’t have a tank for the initial bit of the game. That’s a weird choice). Nothing to make me go aaaaaa either positively or negatively yet. I don’t even know what to say. My feelings are just so complicated about it, but also kinda empty at the same time. Like. It’s a bit of kombucha girl meme but also muted? I would like to feel just. More about it. But I don’t yet. I’m too unsure. Not quite numb, but almost tbh

At this stage, I feel like I’m gonna wait till it comes out and see what happens. No pre-ordering until I get a better idea. It’s like. With origins, I’ve played it a lot. DA2, even more - countless times lmao. Inquisition though, I played 2.5 times immediately after release and have tried to play it multiple times since but. I only ever get 10-20 hours in before I get bored and can’t make myself continue. I’ve tried many, many times and idk why but I just can’t do it. I never even played any of the DLC, so like. I kinda need to do that first if I’m gonna play veilguard but I have never succeeded before so idk how I will now lmao. But I feel like at least trespasser is necessary and I have genuinely never played it. And I gotta play the rest of the game first to get there and I genuinely don’t know if I can sksksjs

And with that in mind like. If inquisition is that unappealing to me, a game that feels very inquisition-y, potentially leaning even more into the stuff I didn’t like about it, is. Definitely not what I was hoping for. It’s still possible it’s leagues better than inquisition and actually playing it will be a great experience. But right now I just don’t know. I probably won’t be able form any kind of opinion until it comes out and I start getting info from trusted folks that I know have good DA opinions lmao

Idk. I’m not trying to be a wet blanket or a hater, and I genuinely don’t think I am being a hater at all, but I am just. Very tired and nervous. But also cautiously hopeful. I’ve said ‘idk’ a lot lmao but I truly don’t know at this stage. I guess we’ll see. Let’s hope it’s actually amazing and the very thing we need to make the series as a whole feel like it used to for us lapsed DA fans

[corellianhounds]

The Concept of Names

Media: The Mandalorian

Word Count: 1.1k

Rating: Gen.

Warnings: None

Summary: Titles and the history of nicknames are always interesting things. What somebody calls themself is as indicative of their character as what they call other people. Names are important not just for when they’re used, but who they’re used around.

Mando rarely uses given names. They’re simply omitted when speaking to someone directly unless it’s necessary to get their attention or introduce them to others. It’s a holdover from every covert he’s been a part of. For a group of nomads who are threatened every day with death for a stranger’s want of their armor, their names and faces are kept secret in order to keep outsiders from identifying them, matching their identities to the group and risking their lives as well. The Way of the Mandalor has become a guarded culture, proud but closed to outsiders. Names are kept safe, spoken in secret and in the safety of their own numbers. Their secrecy is their survival.

People are addressed by title or rank more often than not, as much out of respect as it is for giving context as to why one is addressing another. The Armorer is addressed as Smith, Alor, Matriarch: are you in her forge to discuss armor, ordnance, or clan name? ‘Armory’ describes weapons as much as it does heraldry, therefore she is Armorer or Smith or Forgemaster. The latter is especially applicable when you are her student and apprentice.

Are you there with questions of culture or religion? The term for leader is spoken in Mando’a for a reason.

Matriarch is for when you have problems of a personal kind. She is a civil leader, not just a religious one. She may be the oldest, or she may be the member of the covert who has been there the longest and therefore knows the history and dynamics of the group the best. She may be the most experienced. The key to being a good leader is knowing how best to utilize other people’s skills, and it pays to know who is in conflict with who. The bounty hunter and the infantryman have butted heads ever since they were children having to share the same living space and attention of the adults: there is a saying that goes “My brother and I are against each other, but against the outsider we are united,” and it has never rung as true as when it is applied to them. She knows the ways they fight against each other, and she knows how they will fight when side by side, therefore it is up to her to determine what duties are given to each. Matriarch is what she hears from family members of both blood and bond.

Karga’s surname acts as his title the same way Vizsla’s acts as his. Karga and Mando are on civil terms, but they had a business relationship first, and the habit stuck once they became enemies, then allies, then friends. Mando’s past with Vizsla is much the same, though theirs has been less a linear progression of change and more a mix of all three, depending on the day.

IG-11 was IG unit and droid for the longest time, both spoken with derision. IG is the closest thing to a name Mando could call him, and though it is the colloquial for all units bearing the same designation, he says it the same way every Mandalorian is shortened to Mando.

Cara is more of a friend than he’s had in a long time, and she told him once that her fellow soldiers were the ones to address her by rank and surname, and though they’ve fought side by side and she’s dragged him from the line of fire more than once, she insists on her first name to him, shortened. Mando complies.

Peli and Kuill, Omera and Winta, those who felt they had nothing to hide from him gave him their first names, and Din uses them only when necessary. That same holdover habit of keeping people safe— He doesn’t know who those names are safe to be spoken around, and he won’t compromise their safety on accident.

Fennec has plenty she keeps hidden from him, but she keeps plenty hidden from everybody— He’s not special. Fennec Shand made a name for herself though, and there’s a reason he knew it even before they crossed paths.

Toro Calican introduced himself by full name, proud and bold. He said when he became a bounty hunter he was making a name for himself. When Mando discovers it’s not the one his family gave him, he continues to use the one Calican gave when they first met regardless. There are any number of reasons a man will distance himself from his family name, and Mando’s not in the business of asking why.

There are any number of reasons a man will adhere to his family name too. Mando didn’t know of Boba Fett before their paths crossed for the first time, but to see it embedded in the Fallen Mandalorian armor he’d carried across desert and stars alike was proof enough for Mando to relinquish it. Mandalorians come from all different backgrounds, and it’s one’s character that defines them more than any claim to an ancestor’s title. Fett proved himself more than capable and willing to aid Mando in his fight against the Imperials, proving once again that even quarreling Mandalorians can be united against outsiders. Of anybody he’s encountered staking a claim to Mandalorian armor, Fett was by far the most honest and straightforward when dealing his terms to Din.

“I’m a simple man making my way through the galaxy,” Fett had said. “Like my father before me.”

Bo-Katan may consider herself a Mandalorian by heritage, but Mando feels no need to pay respect to her lineage based on the deceitful and scathing shadow she casts from it. What’s a princess without land or people? What’s a Mandalorian without honor?

Cobb Vanth is The Marshal, a title he respects because that is what those in town call Vanth and he’s never heard contempt behind it from them. The Governor of Calodan is likewise called Governor, and in the universe where the Mandalorian speaks to Ahsoka he addresses her as Jedi, until her insistence that she is one no longer has him change it to Swordmaster.

In the universe where he speaks to Luke, Luke doesn’t mind being called Jedi, the same way he doesn’t mind just being called Luke. Despite the role he had in the history of ending the war, he feels he’s just as much a farm boy as he is a war general, a son of Owen and Beru as much as a son of Padmé and Anakin. His last name tends to draw attention though, so the first will suffice.

To the child he says kid, womp rat, buddy. The nicknames gradually become warmer and more familiar, until at last he knows his given name, and after that he says Grogu, softly and only to him.

[ufonaut]

Didn't you become what you are because someone else couldn't accept what had happened?

Ion: Guardian of the Universe (2006) #12

(Ron Marz, Fernando Pasarin)

[doyouremem8erme]

HYPERMOBILE MARCY REAL!!!! BEAUTIFUL POST I KEEP THINKING ABOUT IT LMAO. its trueeee

also as someone who's been homestucking since 2011 and then got into amphibia it's been really fun seeing vice versa while u get on the vrisrezi train and stuff. frogshow is awesome. marcee jade also real. gOD. the blorbos <3 ur art rules.

ill be real its 90% projection bc you could dig around and find weird frames for basically any character and say they have hsd but i will ALWAYS give it to my blorbos because i CAN. (same reason i headcanon that heds runs in the harlenglishcrockerbert family. chronic fatigue jade + john pranking people via weird joint shit is real to ME.)

also i feel like both homestuck -> amphibia and amphibia -> homestuck are such common pipelines??? must be something in the frogs idk. junevrisrezi sashannarcy is so real... but also marcy is like the overlap in the venn diagram of jade and terezi so its no wonder all three of them are my faves

[sealrock]

realizing I enjoy making non-canon/proof of concept gposes more than showing off my AU

[song-linked-from-nine-verses]

/fyi im definitely going to retcon this after seeing jojo's post

First Big Gig, pt (unknown)

Wild doesn't realize that his breathing stops being even, as the crowd engulfs any tiny sound that his body is making. Even then, he tries to keep his body together, and twists his face, keeping it neutral. His stomach seems to churn uncontrollably, like one of those kneading machines he uses for making bread. But Wild was so sure he did not eat anything strange today. Maybe he did. He can't remember.

He thinks his heart is pounding way faster than it should, but the pounding of the massive speakers is making him question whether or not his brain made it up.

His brain is partly in protest, but luckily, for some reason Wild keeps walking forward. The room is so crowded and warm that Wild is sweating profusely. His knuckles turn white as he grips the trolley, but the AC makes his hand so cold that he's slowly losing his grip. A part of Wild wants to go back.

"Nervous?" Warriors asks both of them, though it's super hard to parse what he says. 

Wild couldn't even move enough to nod. He can only think, and his thoughts only have "stop, no, go back". His vocal chords, on the other hand, seem to have been stuck, but he didn't have to answer, as Warriors can't even hear what Four said through the massive echoes of the sea of people. 

"Let's show the other idiots what we're made of!" Warriors proudly says, and Wild tries his hardest to crack the widest smile.

Next thing he knows, the blinding lights are shining on him. He can't see anything but blobs, but that's okay, his hands are still playing. He can't ruin their first big gig like this. He just can't. Warriors have been waiting for this day since he met them.

He normally looks over to Four and Warriors, to wink at them to signal an improv, or do a little funny on the side, but if he looks anywhere but his guitar the world seems to just ever so slightly tilt. His hands start to slide off the strings, surely no one heard that he accidentally missed a few notes?

His stomach, on the other hand, is actively betraying him. It hurts so bad, a nagging, throbbing pain. But, that's okay, he just needs to focus on playing. He just needs to focus. He can't see anything but flashing colors. His head feels so light. He needs to focus. Focus. Focus. That is a lie. He can't focus.

— —-

"Missed.." Legend suddenly says.

"Hmm?"

"Their guitarist. He missed a beat." 

"No shit Sherlock, they play math rock. Of course it's going to 'miss a beat'." Wind says. 

"If you want to leave we can-"

"No." Legend cuts Twilight off. "I mean, even for their music, their guitarist misses a beat. Multiple times. There's a certain… shakiness, that I can't put a finger on."

Now that he mentions it, Twilight notices that their guitarist isn't standing straight. "What do you make of it? Should we be worried?"

"Could be stress or stage fright? Who knows, it's their first time in front of such a large crowd. I was exactly the same."

Wind throws his hand. "So you DID lie that day!" 

Legend pretends he didn't say anything. "All I'm saying is, unless their guitarist collapses, it's nothing to worry about."

And just as he finished that sentence, a loud, distorted sound played and a massive THUD on the ground followed. 

Their guitarist actually collapses.

— — 

It took a while, but the moment Wild starts stirring on the equipment box, Warriors immediately rushes to him.

"Wild?" Warriors asks, and pulls his hair out to check his temperature again. At least he doesn't have a fever.

The guy tries to turn but Warriors holds him back before he falls off. "uummmmm….wh..where…"

"Don't worry, we're backstage. How are you feeling?" 

One of the staff backstage walks over and hands Warriors a bottle of water.  "Is he doing well?"

Warriors shrugged. "But, thank you for your concern… erm.."

"Impa."

"Oh, I also know an Impa. Thank you, Miss Impa. I will look for you if anything comes up." As Impa walks away, Wild jolts upright. "The Concert!," he says, but quickly flinches then curls into a ball. "owwwww… no, no, no it's all my fault… Did they make us leave? Where is Four?"

"Hey, I told you not to worry!" Warriors pats Wild's back. The kid is soaked in sweat, and he is shaking. There's a slight hiccup, as if he's holding back a sob. He pulls down his scarf, making sure that Wild is seeing him smile. "No one is at fault, you hear me?"

"...you said you'd be so mad if anything goes wrong…"

Warriors' eyes widen. "Oh no, if I accidentally made you feel bad, I am so sorry."

A long sniff and tears start streaming from Wild's face. Warriors is not good with crying faces, so he just awkwardly opens the water bottle and hands it to Wild. He accepts, and starts inhaling it like a thirsty elephant.

"Eyes, Wars. So many. And I tried to ignore them, but then everything turned into blinding, staring lights, and-"

"Hey, if anything, I'd be more mad if something wrong happens to my friends. Besides, they haven't kicked us out, and Four is still out there.". 

The room echoes and next thing you know it, Four starts jamming the worst infamous grooves known to man. 

Man he is brave.

Wild lets out a chuckle. As the crowd boos, and Four keeps playing, the chuckle turns into a loud cackle.

The cackle quickly turns into a grimace as Wild suddenly pulls himself into a ball, gripping his abdomen. "I don't know what's worse, the pain or whatever Four is doing outside."

Warriors pats Wild's back. "I'll ask the staff if they have anything." Warriors says, but before he can stand, someone throws him a faux-fur bag.

"Oh, he's dead! " The Vet says once he has a good look at Wild, muffled by his face covering. 

"There's advil in there. And ibuprofen." Rancher gestures at the bag.

"And, I never asked you guys to be here." Warriors pulls up his scarf to cover his face, and throws the bag back at the Veteran. "Why are you guys here? If you want to mock us, I hope we can go outside so I can punch you properly."

"Wouldn't want to make a scene, too crowded out there." Their drummer says, as he stuffs the bag back into Warriors' hands. "If I wanted to mock, I would wait until you guys start playing."

"Alright, partner, not too far." Rancher says, as he pats the Vet's back. 

Warriors rolls his eyes, but makes no effort to return the bag. He sits back down next to Wild. 

"If it's a stomachache, and he really has no idea why, then it could just be stress. In which case he'll be fine in a few minutes." The Vet says, shooting a look at Wild. "Or hours. Depends on whether your guitarist wants to get back out on stage."

Sailor also jumps on the equipment box, putting himself right next to Wild. "It's okay to feel frightened, you know. And if you're not ready, it's okay to say so."

Man, these guys are way too wholesome than what I give them credit for, Warriors mumbles.

Wild stares at the Vet, then he turns his gaze back at Warriors. It's a "I don't want to do this, but what about you" kind of look.

"I still want to go back out there…" Warriors says, so Wild straightens himself, and starts to stand up. Warriors holds him back down. "But-"

"I can fill the empty spot if you want? Do you have the sheets?" The Vet asks.

"Why not the little guy over there? Also, I thought you hated our music? Can you even play guitar?" Warriors raises a brow, but the Vet just shrugs in response.

"Well, then, Wi- I mean, Champ, can he borrow the sheets? Or, do you still want to play? Either option is fine."

— — 

"I should have used our guitar instead, this one is so greasy." The Vet says, then he seems to be throwing a friendly insult towards Wars and Four, but it was too far that Wild can't really make out what he said.

"Ready?"

"Woo!" The moment he starts playing, Wild's eyes widen. 

"But for someone who has never listened to these songs…" Wild accidentally said his thoughts out loud.

"Impressive, right?" Rancher says as he walks up to Wild. He never stood so close to any of the band members, and Wild notices that his mask has hand sewn words in the Twili language. "We call him the Vet for a reason."

"To be fair, he actually hate-listens to you guys." Sailor chimes in. "Wait, don't tell anyone about that."

Wild spits a laugh. "Why does he hate-listen to our band?"

"He likes how your cymbals sound."

"Oh, thank you. Our drummer made them himself." Wild proudly says.

"Woah, cool!" Sailor exclaims, then he starts cackling. "OHHH! Smith! Cymbalsmith!"

"Mhm! Well then, if he ever needs any-" Wild was about to pull out his phone, but then remembers that he gave it to the Vet for music sheets. "Okay, I'll read out a number, and tell him if he needs cymbals just give us a call. If he wants, he can have some for free as well."

"I doubt he'd use cymbals made from the enemy band, however." Rancher says. 

"His grandpa runs it, so if we're talking technicality, it's not from 'the enemy band'."

"Thank you." 

"No, thank you. The meds help a lot."

[andorerso]

could you elaborate on your last post a little? I think I get it; I mean rebelcaptain only makes sense to me if they’re basically the same age (so the new ‘canon’ of her being 21 and him being 33 is like……… ridiculous to me)

hello dear, I kinda do not want to keep beating this dead horse anymore as I'm sure everyone's really tired of it by now, but if you message me privately, I'll gladly answer you! I promise I do not bite 💜

[tmrrwppl]

"I wish you'd stop trying to destroy yourself in some misguided effort to feel worthy. "

some angst idk y’all i like crying

Her hands twitched, nearly crushing the box she was storing away in the supply room, marker-labelled 'lightbulbs' in her neat writing. As it was, she heard multiple pops as they did not survive the pressure that had blown out of her fingers. She swore, giving the box a violent look before it flew across the room, slamming into the wall to his right and dropping into the trash bin with a crunch of glass.

What a waste of a run.

Finally, she spun on her heel, staring him down, fully aware the eyes they shared and that anger. Constantly boiling under her skin like a sickness, and because he was half right, she was destroying herself, but not to feel worthy. Why would she want to feel worthy for them. The ones who had hurt her? She was on edge because she didn't want more people to die. Destroying herself was the sacrifice.

"Last I checked, we're in the middle of a war, Roger."

She wasn't sure how the words came out so calmly, she wanted to scream them at him. He who should understand the most-- since he helped start the god damn thing before she was even out of diapers!

"An' last I checked, I'm the only one of us who knows how to run supplies... without gettin' shot at." The southern drawl was thick, her tone dangerous, forewarning her uncle of her imminent explosion. Oh, she was not like his family in that, she was from way down south with the cottonmouths and gators. Hurricanes and swamp lights. The violence of the ocean. The ghosts that hung in the spanish moss on the breeze.

The anger in her mind came from his side, but the heat in her blood was all her, and her raising... where she was regularly told she was not worthy and useless.

Nature vs Nurture, indeed.

"So yeah, I'm gonna keep doin' what I do. I have been burnin' my entire candle for years and I haven't died yet. But I promise you, it's not cause I want to feel worthy. I don't give a damn about that. It's 'cause if I don't do it, we all fuckin' die down here or out topside. Because that's what used to happen once John started bringin' more in. This war y'all started... that's why I do it. Except now I get the distinct pleasure of bein' the pariah 'cause whoop-de-doo, my father was the one tryin' to hunt us down like animals."

"And you let that happen with this bullshit plan of y'all's." Her finger pointed right at him, her head tipping to the side, directly accusing him with her words. "Why the fuck would I want to 'feel worthy' to anyone. At this point none of y'all even deserve it."

[ludarklina-fan-spot]

Oh Shit!

My gifs. Please credit if reblogging

[red-elric]

omg ive made it in the hs fandom random ass ppl are calling me an idiot for my hs posts just like i the furuba days :,) stay tuned to see if ive grown as a person and will just block them this time or if ill go on long rants arguing back w them again hahahahahaha

[balmungkriemhild]

i finally got to redesigning an old rp character of mine, Rieka.... ;~; i miss her so much...

(please feel free to reblog!)

[windupaidoneus]

and ic an justify all my thouhts processes . btw. its in ym brain & i know why it is

[raitrolling]

( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ» ಥoಥ (-.-) ashe

( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ»: Do they have a sensitive spot/s?

He doesn't have any in particular, and is more just Generally Touch-Starved and craves physical affection as much as he gets easily flustered by it. I've mentioned before that he purrs easily when he's relaxed / happy, but playing with his hair or massaging his head (especially around the base of his horns) is a surefire way to get him going. He'll just die from embarrassment the moment he realises he's doing it lmao

ಥoಥ: How are they like when they cry? Do they just stream tears nonstop? Does their nose get clogged to the point that it’s hard to breathe? Is it easy for them to speak when they are sobbing? Do they hiccup when they cry?

Absolute soggy wet cat of a man when he cries. He usually tries to keep it together when around others because he doesn't want them to worry about him and knows that he'll cry even harder if someone asks him what's wrong, so when he's pushed to a point where he can't hold back the tears any longer the floodgates immediately open and he's just. A blubbery, barely-coherent mess.

As an aside, he handles his anxiety in the exact same way. Just keeps it all down and bottles it up because he has more important things to worry about, and then explodes once he's alone and away from any prying eyes.

(-.-): How should one wake them up? Do they get out of bed easily?

Generally Ashe being sleepy is actually a sign he hasn't been drinking enough blood, but as much as he claims he doesn't he actually does experience both physical and mental exhaustion. In the latter case (and when he is trying to maintain a 'sleep' schedule for normalcy's sake), he's usually just dozing and never properly falls into a deep sleep. He can be woken up pretty easily just by calling his name or gently touching him, and of course he makes that mrrrp noise cats do when you wake them up LMAO

If he's sleepy because he's starving, though, best to just leave him alone and just make sure he's got some blood to drink, because he really doesn't want to accidentally drain all your blood while he's not in the right frame of mind.

[acid-ixx]

do i look like him?

— just another series concept. please note that talia sexually assaulting bruce is retconned in whatever portrayal i have of her. i will not tolerate any racist or sexist remarks towards her character for a mischaracterized version of her, written by some gooner.

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

i don't know if anybody would be interested in a certain premise i'm planning. taylor's song, "like him" is resonating off of my body, and i've a draft written inspired off of the song featuring yandere batfam x damian's twin! reader x yandere! al ghul family.

wherein instead of being neglected, you're treated like royalty by your own family. your twin is subjected to the cruelty of being raised as an assassin. you're met with scarred hands, nicked back, and calloused skin every time he comes back from your shared room after another particularly harsh training. yet every time you worry for your older twin, he'd silence you with the same bloodied hands that handled bodies like ragdolls, gently like it has never killed, with hushed promises whispered by your ear that "this is necessary for your protection, akhi/akhti."

at first you'd be convinced that this family lifestyle is normal. your mother is doting, she is kind, she is where you learned the word mercy; unlike the fierce image she displays in public. you're often spoiled rotten with her favorite shades of clothes, and her teachings emanate within you a deep sense of loving for animals. you never truly see her cruelty for other humans, as she often makes you sit by her lap upon a seat you call a throne when you were all but a mere five year old, playing with your hair, muttering affirmations and cradling you on her chest every time you ponder too deeply about the word, 'father'.

a word you'd read from those fairytales by the library, a word you craved to know, a word forbidden to be stated by everybody within your castle-like home.

she'll call upon your brother every time your curiosity gets the best of you, and the duo would try their best to sway your attention away with playtime. either it'd be stories, or damian showing you new tricks he'd learn from masters long overthrown by your twin, or it would be as simple as talia dragging both her beloved children to the huge kitchen, demanding the head chefs to bake you and your brother's favorite dessert (a little moment to spoil your brother after a hard-earned day of training, even if damian isn't always fond of sweet confectionaries; your grin would always tempt him to take a bite of your food if it means spending a day being himself).

it seems even damian plays along with the sick fantasy of not acknowledging the possibility of an alive father figure to you. not like you'd be aware of it, too caught up with your grandfather teaching you about rare species' on the verge of extinction, his (rarely) soft gaze fixed on the way your small body would gently pat the face of his wolf companion, or your brother constantly vying for you, his younger twin's, attention, eliminating all possible rivals who could potentially act as your future playmate that only he has the privilege for, or how your mother seeks you, her youngest baby, out, for a day of rest after another mission, doting smooches on your face, her lipstick smearing all over the soft chub of your cheeks, dismissing your pouts

a perfect family, with not much left to desire for your part.

so why is it that talia would often hear damian complain about your sudden fixation about a father figure? you'd mumble, something about one of your servants who mentioned visiting her father for vacation, a man who works as a merchant for his family; you asked them what your father's job was, what his name was, "why isn't he here at the family dinner?"

you asked, with wide, pitiful eyes, a feature long foreign for hardened assassins, but associated only with you. a quality nobody in the league dares to criticize; your gentleness the only thing keeping their leaders sane, keeping most servants alive as you find precious each and every single living being; not exclusive to animals or plants, but to humans too.

you're the league's only hope for reprieve, for softness in the moments of emboldened duties and priorities. you're the fingers that caress on calloused skin and the lips that kiss bloody scars. the hearth that warms even the coldest of hearts.

which was why nobody attempted to answer you, no matter how much it breaks your heart; because nobody wanted to ruin your soft and kind heart, or see the sullen droop in your eyes, or red, sniffling nose.

yet once ra's heard the confession of you being aware of what a father is like through the mouth of your servant, he'd immediately demanded another assassin to eliminate whoever dared mentioned such preposterous concepts to his grandchild.

throughout their rage, throughout damian nuzzling his head on the crown of your, muttering that whatever his baby sibling is sputtering is nonsensical, mere fantasy, arms encasing your entire body. he'd cradle you, run his hands against your hair even with furrowed, always angered brows; all the same questions lingered in the back of their minds:

is your current family not enough? why is it that the more you grow, the more you... wear the same expression of stubbornness, a quality your mother is sure you've adopted from you... father.

she may not be the best mother, taking both you and damian away from the arms of bruce wayne after she had learned about her pregnancy after a night spent together with the man, but she did it for the sake of her children; for your future, too.

bruce wayne will not be a good influence to you. if he tries so much to subject you into becoming another one of his robins, destroying your innocence, your perception of the world into a bleak portrayal of lackluster colors— ra's wouldn't hesitate to destroy the entirety of bruce's home.

and the manor is nothing! nothing, mind you, compared to the castle you call your home. only you deserve the richest of the rich, the shiniest jewels and the best treatment in the world. what more can gotham offer you? what more, if not for broken bones and bruised knees?

and so they settled upon ruining your perception of your father, with no known face to be plastered upon your memory, no known source, or picture— at such an early age.

if you yearn so much for a father, why not paint the image as dark as the cowl he wears?

why don't they feed you lies about him never wanting you and your twin in the first place? you'll be given opportunities to call an empty line, hoping your father would pick up, would respond and tell you that he's coming for you. they'll give you time to write letters, even if it takes your crummy fingers hours to finish a dedicated letter for your father, after years of being unable to meet him; it causes all the more ache in your mother's chest, witnessing her beloved youngest stay up late, whispering whimsical wishes about how excited you are to read your father's reply to you.

all your mother could do was kiss your forehead as she sat by your side, and rub your delicate cheeks with her fingers, mumbling that her baby should sleep now.

your mother never lies to you, no?

at least, not outright in your face.

damian, hates seeing the heartbreak in your eyes, but he's the very same twin who comforts you every damn time you fall to your knees after discovering that the letters you sent to your father's locations were long since unanswered — even if they're all hidden away in a vault of every possession you thought you lost. he'll pick you up with his trained body, and you'll melt even further into his form, shivering at the prospect that you're an unwanted child in the face of your father.

soon.

soon, you'll learn to despise bruce with every being of your soul, and learn to only reserve the association of warmth for your only family. you'll be the spoiled royal of the al ghul, and you'll come to find yourself grateful that you're raised without his presence, deluded into thinking that he abandoned you, that he never truly cared in the first place.

you love your family, you hate bruce wayne.

he is not family.

he is not your father, he lost that status long ago right after you thought he'd ignore all your calls, your messages, letters, gifts, every and any signal sent to the man you once called your father right after learning his name. he made you hope, he left the light flicker once flickering within you now blown away, leaving only an empty husk of your wanting to meet your father.

you hate bruce, you hate him so fucking much, you're ashamed that he's even your father in the first place— even if he's the very same man working tirelessly, day and night, to save you, once he caught news of what his children looks like, and locks eyes with your hopeful ones, a rare sight amongst the imagery of assassin. he plans to retrieve you, to save you, from the castle you call your home; truly what you call your cage.

little did you know that you are more like your father than you are with what you call your family.

— heavily inspired by @anxiousnerdwritings portrayal of twin!reader.

a/n: i honestly don't know half of what i wrote. i'm out of my mind, and i'm honestly not confident with the outcome of this concept. if people do like it (leave comments, or inputs, or whatsoever) i might post a chapter about this (since i do have one written in my drafts a week or two ago). if not, i'm dropping this and leaving it as a concept mostly, a one-time thing at best. so if anybody does like this, please do tell me. i do have a lot in store for this concept, specifically the way manipulation works within this family convincing you the other side is evil; i've been through this once w/ my family actually ngl, so writing this was a bit fun.

[strangestcase]

tomblr discourse in the monster high universe must be something else.

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💝​ lalalala Follow

What would I do without cherry smoothies... probably die again 💔​

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Of freaking course the frilly daywalker is a vegan 😒​ bet you do witchcraft too you dirty hippie

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🧠​ msdeadfast Follow

Ok but Dead Fast: Night of the Living (2002) has no business being considered the worst Dead Fast movie when the MCU (Murder Cinematic Universe) not only retconned his origin story to make him a virus zombie rather than a curse zombie (which throws off his entire arc about being something more than his deeds!) AND made him be allied with B.L.I.G.H.T. of all organizations because Like say what you will about NOTL and the forced heterosexual romantic plot but at least 1) it gets what makes Dead Fast a hero and 2) GIVES HIS LOVE INTEREST A PERSONALITY AND SOMETHING TO DO

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Literally

Also they made the villain Dr. Igorable's motivations so laughable like..... so his wife got turned into a zombie and he wants to cure her? Ok? Did she ask for it? She doesn't even have any groaning lines. Im not even a zombie but that was offensive as hell. Like in the original comics he wants to straight up undo all forms of zombism forever

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NO FR LIKE....... so suddenly the eugenics obsessed human is tragic because being a zombie must be such a tragedy you guyyyysssss -_- and wanting to get rid of an entire monster type is ok. I swear that movie has turned monster attitudes towards zombies back into the 80s

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I am not sure if I'm overstepping here but, furthermore, the addition of Pendulum to the movie was unnecesary. Stereotyping shapeshifters as untrustworthy and traitorous is something of a past era. Either leave the character behind, or change it entirely.

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Jackson I love you and I love your takes. but you type like a Victorian in his deathbed ;-;

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The MCU is so dreadful, it's irrevocably turned me into one.

#It has also substracted years off my lives.

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^ aquarium!

#lagoona's originals #ocean #sealife #ah-! so refreshing <- aesth tag

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🔥 666firepit666 Follow

Not to vague anyone but some of you have to shut the freak up about the ocean. You don't see me making little dioramas of the Malebolge because I'm not a little cringelet like you lmao

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🌊​ lacriatura Follow

If you don't freaking love the ocean don't follow the ocean tag. Yes that goes for @666firepit666, square up and fight me if you're so brave Heath!!!!

#lagoona's originals #personal #more skulls for my skull collection!!!

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Day 1 no toxic doomed yuri

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WRONG SIDEBLOG

#stop reblogging this

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🔩​ stitchez Follow

Got a new arm! Can't wait to try it out!

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try it out how 🤨​

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Building a wretched creature out of corpses, of course!

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OH that was a double entendre! You should be ashamed of yourself!

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I would never use my arms for violent purposes!

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Lagoona dragged me into the pool and now my hair is out 😡​

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Skull issue.

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skull issue

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Skull issue. Take the L

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Skull issue ^-^

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skull issue lmao

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Skull issue! I dont know what that means but I'm sure it relates to your experience!

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SKULL ISSUEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!!

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Your own cousin 🥲​

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I AM NOT RELATED TO ANY BALD PEOPLE

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Alright, who stole my sinister amulet?