#sorry my English actually sucks

[mrmanbat]

you wanted batman sooo i give you;

Tim being Red Hood in Reverse Robins AUs is a crime. And here's why; Baby Jason is RIGHT THERE with more older brothers than he knows what to do with. Let him die. Let the characters keep their own backstories and personalities, and let that affect how they treat each other in those Reverse Robins AUs; let Damian be one of the most well adjusted members of the family, since he came to his father at a young age and since he was the only child, he had the full attention of Bruce. Let Tim come along when Damian is like, 17 and in medical/veterinarian/art school. Maybe Tim has an angsty arc, but let it be something related to say ,the league of assassins, or losing all his friends (Kon and Bart), or his parents dying, or all of that. Maybe even a Joker Jr thing if you REALLY need him to be spicy, i dunno. Or go more into it with the LOA. Then let Jason come along and just be. Loved by all of them? It makes more sense for THESE CHARACTERS to actually really like Jason, unlike when Dick never really got to know him THAT well, Tim and Damian like him immediately. And then let Jason die. He dies HORRIBLY. And then a few months later Dick comes along, and This is what causes strife in the family. Damian and Tim see him as a replacement for Jason, and they're mad at bruce for it. I imagine they'd come around qucikly enough tho. None can resist Dick Grayson's charm lmao. But then Jason comes back, and he is so so so mad at them for replacing him. They loved him, he KNOWS they loved him, but they... replaced him that easily? Except they ALSO killed the joker (Damian and Tim have come so close to that line, and its not like Damian's never killed before, so this also causes some strife in the fam with Bruce) So we have this smol child becoming a crime lord, but not one that wants revenge or anything to do with the bats. One that believes he was unloved and replaceable, one that maybe despises dick grayson, wants to be dick grayson, but can't bring himself to harm the family who he once loved, who once loved HIM. cue angst. tl;dr, let Jason keep his story and it is SO MUCH BETTER than tim FREAKING drake becoming red hood. P.s. i just saw that u wanted ppl to talk abt batman on my dash so idk ur view on reverse robins at all lmao. sorry if u like tim as red hood ig. not rlly tho. this is better.

Yes yes yes yes yes!!!

Omg I frikin love you.

It actually feels like all the reverse Robin aus are written by Tim stans who desperately want to give this character surface level angst.

Broski had this entire arc with Red Robin and they just ignore it in favor of making him Jason 2.0?

It’s like they’re desperate to keep the same dynamics and events as in the non-au but then it’s just pointless?

Tbh the entire reverse Robin thing is kinda watered down. And if you really wanna give someone Jason’s arc give it to Steph. That at least makes move sense then Mr nepobaby over there.

(Wrote this tired- might edit later to make more concise and fix grammar)

[howdyboh]

i'd do anything for you, mrs highness

thinking about the possibilities of the dream sequence uh some weeks after we already saw what the dream sequence entailed

+bonus another post-promo art that I never posted under the cut yayy !!

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I am exhausted, good heavens.

[hyusworld]

hello if you dont mind me asking what is the au you uploaded art of about

hullo!

yeah sure! im really happy that someone asked about it! :3

its basically uni beatles au with language major Paul, art major John, engineering major George, and hairdresser near the campus Ringo

the plot is about s3r!al k!ll3r paul getting caught by john k!ll!ng yet another victim and now hes hunting him down by playing "cat & mouse" game; where john, whos playing the mouse role must hide from paul, whos playing the cat role, in the campus area. If he got caught, he would get k!lled. The twist is that there are unexpected participants joining the game; george and ringo, who turned out to be still in the campus area.

why geo and rings are still in the campus area?

paul buried the victim body near ringo's barber shop, then ringo discovered it. And at a totally-not-perfect timing, george shows up and saw the scene of ringo with his professor d3ad body. And welp, he passed out and ringo took him to the nearest med centre which is in the campus area.

in conclusion: john, george and ringo trying to survive from paul's sick game for one night on the campus!

[thrilling-oneway]

i forgot i had "character analysis is my passion" in my bio because i probably put it there in late 2022..? and at that point the only serious character analysis i'd done outside media class and posted online was for sth so it was kinda just me being obnoxious but i guess it fits now since prsk character analysis is the only real thing i contribute lol. foreshadowing but not intentionally

[bedcorpse]

but yeah to piggyback off that post y'all have to understand that if you're not usamerican or got lucky in regards to english teachers, even writers like myself got so sick of being handed boring, surface-level interactions with media and being discouraged from anything else that ofc we hated having to explain why the curtains are blue. because it wasn't a discussion of "okay is this meant to set a tone? tell us something about the character, like is blue their favorite color? or is it meant to symbolize something deeper? what are the different ways we could interpret this?" it was "the curtains are blue because the main character is sad. we don't have time for anything else bc public schools are wildly underfunded and overcrowded depending on the district and i make like 40k a year so any differing opinions will be shrugged off at best and punished at worst."

[d3df1zh]

heai look at my regretevator oc. Princess is named Princess and only goes by Princess's name :3 no pronouns, no gender, only Princess. i have so much facts and lore for Princess you can ask if u want either in my askbox or the comments if ur interested... pls be interested i adore Princess w my LIIIFEEEE!!! trust ill answer ANYTHING (almost anything, don't be weird. obvi.) there are so many 'princess' in this post but i wouldnt have it any other way

[laminesyamal]

spain to win the euros but none of the black english boys to make a mistake

[kinokoshoujoart]

ur right he doesn’t deserve it… he deserves better B)

he’s the reason i started drawing to begin with… and i wuv him………….

[elenagoeslightly]

Through fingertips

the vamp babyboy had me writing after 5 years i can't believe this. the reader is gender neutral and i had the idea after volunteering as a guide for visually impaired people for years (which i loved was one of the best experiences i had with volunteering) which is not the same situation, obviously, but it made me think. I also didn't play the game so i am very sorry. ps this is not betad we die like men

"Looking at something?" Astarion asks, making you jump. You were just walking toward him, your head desperately trying to come up with an excuse to talk to him.

"How did you know I was here?" You were standing just behind him, there was no way he could have seen you, busy as he was finding himself inside a shattered mirror.

Astarion smiles as he turns around to face you, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight.

Oh.

"The only benefit to a mirror when you have my condition. It doesn't quite make up for the lack of lack of a reflection, mind you." The tone of his voice doesn't have the usual hilarity you've grown used to. There's a certain sadness to it that you find hard to accept.

"Do you miss it?" you ask, your hands wringing. "Seeing your own face?"

He scoffs, as if you asked the most obvious question in the world.

"Preening in the looking glass? Petty vanity? Of course I miss it. I've never even seen this face. Not since it grew fangs and my eyes turned red."

This is the first time Astarion has spoken about his past, at least to you. You can't help but wonder how he must feel, inhabiting a body he can't even see.

"What color were they before?" you try to be as gentle as you can, praying that he won't end the conversation.

It feels like walking on eggshells, and yet you can't stop.

"I...I don't know. I can't remember." his eyebrows knit together, as if he's trying his best to go back in time. "My face is just some dark shape in my past. Another thing I've lost." he adds, throwing the mirror on the ground in anger.

You breathe sharply through your nose and walk torward him; you only stop when you're so close to him that you can see the shadows that his eyelashes cast on his cheekbones.

"What?" he asks, looking at you like you're about to jump him, and not in a way he would be delighted by.

"I see you." you say, and his eyes turn large for a moment, surprised by such simple words.

He cocks his head to the side, intrigued.

"And what do you see, exactly?"

When you were young, you had a friend.

A friend who could not see.

When the two of you were out on your little adventures, you would help her understand the shape of things by placing your hands above hers and guiding them, describing everything that the two of you would find interesting like the beetles of the ground, the skin of a serpent.

You would describe to her the shape, the texture, the color and all the details under those young fingertips.

There's a moment of hesitation before you take his hands in yours and the startled look in his face, his red eyes, makes you wonder if you should do this, if you really should get close to him.

He's a vampire, after all. A spawn, if you want to be technical about it.

But you can't lie to yourself, or hide the way in which seeing him suffer tugs at your heartstrings.

It's curse of being human.

And you want to help him, at least with this, want to alleviate centuries of suffering.

So you put your hands on top of his and guide them up to his face; the simple intimacy of the moment makes it hard for you to breathe, the silence overwhelming.

You start with the laugh lines around his mouth, one of the things you adore about his face.

"You have creases when you laugh," you say, and knowing Astarion you should have predicted his reaction.

"Excuse me?" the offended tone of his voice makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head. "I am an eternally young vampire, not your doting grandmother. You can do better."

Of course, your majesty you think to yourself.

"What else?" he asks, his breath tickles the palm of your hands.

You move his fingers torward his jawline, "The way your hair curls around your ears."

Astarion closes his eyes, as if he's imagining himself, piecing together everything you tell him.

Your marvel at the moment of vulnerability he gives you before one red eye opens and he states "This is meant to be flattery, not poetry. Just tell me I'm beautiful and we'll call it a day."

The exasperated sound of his voice and nonchalant movement of his hands makes you want to throttle him, but you know what he is doing; he's hiding in plain sight, as he always does.

But this time, you won't let him.

"Is that all you want?" you ask him. "Shallow praise?"

You can feel the way his jaw clenches under your fingertips.

"Hardly," he answers. "There's also gold, sex, revenge-quite the list, really. And failing any of those, I will settle for shallow praise."

You do not believe him, you know there must be more that he wants, but you won't push the issue, not right now at least. You want to give him the time to tell you all at his own pace.

So, you move his hands.

"You have a mole under your eye," you tell him, placing his index finger over it.

"A mole?" he asks, looking at you like you just revealed some concealed truth about the world.

"Yes."

You then take his middle finger, make it run over his nose.

"Your nose has a tiny bump in the middle of it."

Astarion hums, his eyes closed again. Your hands shake and you wonder if he notices, if he cares.

You move both his hands up, slightly gracing the lines on his forehead before going down.

"Your eyebrows form an arch of silver just above your strong, piercing eyes." you guide his fingertips, gently grazing upon his closed eyelids.

He leans in the touch and your heart soars.

"Your lips are full, but pale creating that dangerous smile of yours." You praise him, and you know that if it weren't for the close proximity you two are in, he would twirl around like a peacock, basking in the flattery.

You cradle his face, and he opens his eyes; you know this moment is about to end, and yet you feel the need to cling to it with all the strength you have.

"Thank you for showing me what the world sees when it looks at me. What you see." his voice is deep and serious and you can feel it echo in your ribcage.

You close your eyes and take a step back, your hands slowly moving away from his face.

Your face is on fire and you damn yourself over the way he makes you feel: like you're some sort of infatuated child, and not an adult who can fend for themselves.

The rawness of the way he makes you feel is unsettling.

"You're welcome." you finally answer, unable to look at him, your hand scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment.

You turn around, determined to make your way back to your tent, but his voice stops you.

"You didn't say it." he whispers as he looks at his fingernails with the same determination as a warrior gazing at the battlefield.

"What are you talking about?" you ask, confused.

"That I am beautiful. You didn't say it and you cannot leave me with this doubt, my dear."

You sigh.

Of course.

After all, this is what the wanted; to be flattered, to hear the words he wanted to hear. The fact that they came from you probably wasn't enough to make a difference.

"You are beautiful, Astarion." you say, your voice just above a whisper. All this ordeal tired you, and the only thing you want right now is to go to bed and hope the tingling in your hands stops.

"Observant." he says, the smile of his face unsettling. "Mirrors aren't much use but to be described through someone else's eyes? Well, I could do worse."

You look at him, one last time, as your hands open and close around nothing; his mask is up again, that big, mischievous smirk and dancing eyes hide him completely, like a cloak made of night.

"Goodnight, Astarion." you say, not brave enough to look at him one last time.

You walk quickly torward your tent, too quick to hear him say

"Goodnight, little love."

[1o1percentmilk]

i don't even want to take half my classes that im registered for autumn quarter

[mpregwizard]

i ran out of space

[princekirijo]

Honest to god, it is terrible in England. Like I have seen so many people have a holier-than-thou attitude about "oh we're so much better than America! At least we're not racist!" And I just look at them like... I have heard some of the shit you say about Muslims... But nah. Clearly England is superior, right? This country makes me sick.

Oh I feel you there bud England is crazy too because like *gestures at colonialism*

And yeah Irish people say horrible shit about Muslims too like all you have to do is look at how people treated Sinead O'Connor when she converted to Islam

[chadsuke]

because of clashing schedule bullshit between my middle school and my elementary school im losing some days at my elementary school which makes me SO viscerally angry i do not need those fucking middle school days. the kids are fine where we are in the textbooks but its a scramble for me with elementary

[evilchildeyeeter]

every time i have a pe lesson i lose a tiny bit of my will to live

heads up i kinda started venting in the tags so if you dont want to put up with that just scroll <333

[momokatzetzgo]

Pechorin from A Hero of Our Time is truly just. One of the guys of all time