#study q&a

[qcomicsy]

I think a thing that people get wrong about Jason's anger is that it's not explosive.

It's cold. Jason isn't the type of person who storms off at every little thing or goes throwing tantrums and setting things on fire blindfully.

He's the type of person who's very practical. He keeps to himself, always. You rarely see issues where Jason's anger is reactive at the moment where the trigger happens to him. If you see his character up close, most of the time when he's triggered his reaction is calm. Even cold.

He gets triggered -> He keeps to himself → He makes a plan → And then he reacts.

Jason's anger being something explosive and out of character and out of place is actually how other people (characters) see it, because they have no idea on how it's playing out on Jason's head.

And that's a thing you can see operating since he was a child.

Where the only exceptions about this effect is either when someone he believes needs his help is involved.

See Nightwing Annual (2021)

But In Batman #411 when Jason learns the fact that Two-Face was responsible for his father's death and Bruce was keeping that from him as a secret his first reaction isn't to blow up on him.

Was to seethe.

Bruce goes up home after dealing with a Two-Face case (in my field we call that poetic irony) and asks Alfred where Jason is, Alfred's answer is that he's been sleeping all day (which is a conclusion that Alfred drew probably after going to check on Jason and seeing him in fact on his bed all day).

But when you see the next panel, even though he is on the bed, He's fully awake and both his expression and his body language shows that he's in fact angry.

This is the first time he appears again in the comics after learning that Two Face killed his dad.

Jason doesn't go towards Bruce immediately to demand an explanation or ask why he did this, or even to throw the truth on his face.

(Which could be debatable that that's something the Dick would usually do, but I'm not that literate on Dick's comics)

His reaction wasn't immediate.

His reaction was to go to his bed and stay quiet. Jason stayed calm and collected the whole trip until meeting Two Face again.

But the moment Jason as Robin has the opportunity to get his hands on Two-Face he does this

From Bruce, and maybe Alfred's perspective it could be interpreted as out of place or him storming off.

But it isn't. Jason was able to keep his cool (even though he shut off), until he was face a face to Two Face.

Does that mean he planned that to happen?

That's debatable, in any moment of this issue it is shown that Jason was actually planning to get to Two Face and do this. I my personal opinion, other and much more plausible explanation is: That he was in fact trying to keep to himself but couldn't hold back the moment that he saw his dad's murder.

You can see the same thing happening as Jason learns that Batman got another Robin in Red Hood: Lost Days.

Talia asks "You all right?" and Jason's first answer is "Sure Why Wouldn't I Be Alright?"

When he's alone he finally has the moment to break down.

(Actually both Red Hood: The lost days and Batman: Under the Red Hood are great case studies on how that usually play out on Jason's head.)

Jason is way more in control of his emotions than people ever give him credit for. The thing is that Jason holds it back until he either blows off or is capable to throw it back in someone's face.

[jaimeski]

oh, goddess of Mine

[abbycadoodle]

would you do qcard...... the silly old men..... If u want to ofc!

fave ship dynamic fr (rabbid omnipotent guy and annoyed human), tysm for your request :)))

[sinagingan]

I said I'd start posting my sholmes sketches here. Figured I'd start with the one and only Jeremy Brett! :D Mini study I did for his birthday last November!

[madaqueue]

‘how’s the weather down there? does the little mouse get scared being so tiny?’

‘doesn’t the air get thinner up high? is that why you’re so stupid, idiot dazai? because that dumb brain of yours doesn’t get enough oxygen?’

‘heh, my genius brain gets plenty of oxygen, thank you.’

‘i’m going to step on you, you absolute bug.’

‘aw, did i make the little mouse angry? i’m so scared~’

thank you to the absolutely INCREDIBLE @damianito for bringing this to life!!!!!!! it’s everything i could have ever wanted and more :’)

[cod-thoughts]

What's ghost like when he's had a few too many?

Anon this ask came at a great time. I was writing a very tipsy Ghost snippet and i decided to flesh it out a bit more and finish it up to answer here. Bit long so there's more under the cut but here's what I came up with:

The pub was dimly lit, warm, and humming with soft chatter. Outside, rain pattered against the windows, a steady rhythm that only added to the cozy atmosphere. The 141 had commandeered a snug corner, a mismatched set of chairs pulled around a sturdy wooden table. They were celebrating—a successful mission wrapped up and a few extra days of leave in the States, a rare moment to relax as a team.

Price nursed a whisky, leaning back in his chair, his hat resting on the table beside him. Soap and Gaz were deep in a debate about some football match, their voices animated, hands gesturing wildly. Ghost sat on the bench seat, mask firmly in place, sipping cautiously from a pint of lager.

Price knew better than to let Ghost’s quiet exterior fool anyone. Despite his size and the fearsome reputation that preceded him, Ghost was a complete lightweight when it came to drinking. It was something Price had discovered by accident years ago, a rare night off where Ghost had indulged a little too much. Since then, Price had made it his unofficial responsibility to keep an eye on him during team outings.

Tonight, though, Ghost seemed unusually relaxed. He’d already had three pints, which Price knew was about his limit, but when Soap shoved another drink his way, Ghost didn’t refuse. Price’s brow furrowed, but he let it slide. One night of letting loose wouldn’t hurt.

As the hours ticked by, Ghost’s behaviour started to shift. It began subtly enough. He leaned closer to the table, resting his forearms on it and nodding along to Soap’s increasingly ridiculous stories. Then came the touches. Ghost rested his hand briefly on Gaz’s shoulder as he laughed at one of his jokes, his grip lingering just a second too long. Gaz froze, then shot Soap a look of sheer bewilderment.

When Soap said something particularly absurd, Ghost reached out and pinched his cheek with a low chuckle. “You’re an idiot, Johnny,” he said, his voice lighter than usual. Soap’s eyes widened in mock horror, though the grin he wore betrayed his amusement.

“Fuckin' hell, LT. You’re touchy tonight,” Soap teased, leaning slightly closer as if testing his boundaries. Ghost didn’t push him away. Instead, he gave Soap a lazy shove that barely moved him.

“Don’t get used to it,” Ghost muttered, though there was no heat behind the words.

Gaz, emboldened by Soap’s success, nudged Ghost with his elbow. “Didn’t know you were such a cuddler, sir.”

Ghost turned to him, and for a moment, Gaz thought he’d crossed a line. But then Ghost slung an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into a side hug. “Don’t push your luck, Kyle,” he said, but the softness in his tone, and the use of his name, made Gaz grin.

Price, watching all this from his seat, felt a surge of amusement and something warmer. It wasn’t often Ghost let his guard down, and it wasn’t lost on him how much trust it took to do so, even after all these years.

By the time Ghost finished his fourth pint, he had switched seats with Gaz as the sergeants' debate continued, wanting no part in it. He was leaning heavily against Price’s side. His mask had come off somewhere in the haze of laughter and drink, revealing a face that was relaxed and uncharacteristically open.

“You alright there, Simon?” Price asked, his voice low and warm.

Ghost hummed in response, nuzzling slightly into Price’s neck. “You’re comfortable,” he mumbled, his words slurred but content.

Soap’s jaw dropped. “Did he just…?”

Gaz looked equally shocked but also thoroughly delighted. “I’m seeing it, but I still don’t believe it.”

“He’s had a few too many,” Price defended, though there was no mistaking the fondness in his tone. He shifted slightly to support Ghost’s weight, one arm coming around to rest at his waist. Ghost nestled closer, his breathing slowing as sleep crept in.

“You’ve got to admit,” Soap said, grinning, “it’s nice to see him like this. Kind of adorable, actually.”

Price rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. As Ghost’s head dipped against his shoulder, Price ran a hand gently through his hair, an instinctive gesture meant to soothe. Ghost let out a soft sigh, his body going completely limp as he fell asleep.

“Alright, boys,” Price said quietly. “Help me get him back to the house.”

“You’re not moving him,” Soap pointed out, gesturing to the way Ghost clung to Price like a barnacle. “He’s not letting go and he needs the sleep.”

Gaz leaned forward, grinning. “Come on, Cap, let him rest a bit longer. He looks… happy, you know? When do you ever see that?”

Soap nodded enthusiastically. “Aye, he’ll be dead embarrassed in the morning, but right now? Let ‘im have it.”

Price considered it for a moment, then sighed. “Fine. Few more minutes. But you two are carrying his kit back.”

As the conversation continued around him, Ghost stirred slightly, his brow furrowing as he shifted closer into Price’s warmth. His eyes blinked open briefly, and a flash of awareness crossed his face as he realised he was maskless and nestled against his captain.

He stiffened for a heartbeat, but then Price’s hand slid gently through his hair again, the soothing motion grounding him. “It’s alright, Simon,” Price murmured, voice low enough that only Ghost could hear.

The tension melted away. Ghost let out a soft sigh, his eyes fluttering closed as he settled back against Price’s shoulder. For a man who never let his guard down, he looked completely at ease.

Price gave it another few minutes before deciding it was time to move. “Right,” he said softly, shifting Ghost just enough to get them both to stand. Ghost murmured something incoherent but didn’t protest as Price kept an arm securely around his waist, guiding him towards the door.

As they gathered their things and prepared to leave, Soap and Gaz exchanged grins. They’d be teasing Ghost mercilessly about this come morning, but for now, they let the moment settle. Their lieutenant, who seemed carved from stone most days, had a softer side. And seeing it, even briefly, made the bond they shared as a team feel unbreakable.

Price, Ghost still nestled against him, led the way into the foggy night, a satisfied smile on his lips. For all the chaos they faced, moments like this made it all worthwhile.

[tohruies]

“coco, do you mind if i hold your hand for a while?”

“h-huh?! um, yes!”

“oh… alright then, forgive me for being so forward.”

“wait, sorry, i mean— no, of course, i don’t!! um! sorry, i don’t mind! i don’t mind if we held hands at all…”

“… you’re, um, endearingly reactive.”

— THANK YOU SO MUCH NICK FREN!!! 🥺💖 for bringing yaoco ‘first date’ to life :’3 in your most beautiful cutieful art style :’’3 @scarameownya nick is so awesome to work with; he is exceptionally talented and communicative!! his eye for details is impeccable and he always strives to tell a story through his art which is so very lovely 🥺 you should absolutely consider commissioning him whenever he has open slots hehe YAY!!!!

[crowfatherd]

your daughters super dead lol

[rosabienfuerte]

Wip Estudio de una foto de Mana ☺️😊❣️

[sp4mja]

I think it's extremely interesting how Baghera noticed Fit's weird habits.

She saw his logout room and liked it, but she also asked what others didn't until now.

"Why do you log out here instead of your house?"

His house, beautifully decorated, is less than 30 blocks away, it has several rooms, his chests, photos of his Son, everything!

But he just answers.

"I don't know, I'm a creature of habit"

And that is key to understand what's going on!

Fit is a historian and a veteran of 2b2t, a wasteland were you will only find destruction, Nothing ever stays. But now he is on Quesadilla Island, a paradise for someone who has lived for years in the worst place on Earth.

A place where everything stays.

Still, he can't let go the habits he built for years. You never make a base because it will be destroyed. You never show where you rest because you will get trapped and killed. You can't trust anyone because they will eventually stab you in the back.

Yet, he has allowed himself to relax a bit. He made a big base, one that can he seen from blocks away, he let Ramón make him a room to rest in even though anyone can access it too; he trusts his son and would do anything for him.

But it all brings us back to that one question.

He can't sleep peacefully in his base because, even though he is now a father, a trusted friend and neighbor, and someone anyone in the island can ask help from, he is still that same 2b2t historian.

Whoever is sending the cats (or spies in the form of his son's favorite animal) needs to be aware that they won't catch him off guard. He has been the hunted and the hunter for years, a couple of cats won't throw him off.

It's hard to let go of old habits, especially when you still practice them everyday.

[deathbywhump]

Character study whump. An intimate psychoanalysis of a character just to get them where it hurts. To whump them just right. You really need to know a character outside in and inside out to be able to tear them to pieces.

[vixenvtuber]

ok, don’t get me wrong, I love gangle just as much as anyone here.

but I’m also the biggest cryptid crush fan and wanted to know what your experience voicing Jamie was like

omg that's a deep cut!! i was so hyped to book jamie. they're like, the deepest voice i think i've ever attempted, and i loved doing the jersey accent for the jersey devil <3

plus, they were one of the first nonbinary characters i ever voiced, and that was pretty special

i'd go on to do a pretty similar voice for the vampire of the blue moon in vanitas, so jamie was the genesis of that deepest part of my range getting utilized for tall, dark, nonbinary sillies lmao

[silverechosandblankmasks]

Privately, Etoiles thinks training with Team Bolas is a little horrifying.

Its- it's hard to explain why, other than the obvious. It's not like they scared him, he didn't scare easy after all, but they were... unsettling, that was the word.

It was on the 4th day of purgatory, most people were busy with tasks or upkeep of supplies, and since they only had 4 hours to actually pursue tasks a day, today it just lined up to be a day of mostly chill attitudes while most grindy people were off and away from base.

It's why Green even had the chance to come visit Team Red, prompted by the fact Bad was spawn killing the poor team again. They didn't even have color on the board!

Granted, that really didn't mean anything in Purgatory, alliances and well-wishes for other teams changed on a dime, but that day Green had nothing else to do then try and keep Soulfire at bay so there they were to help scare him off and chat to see if Bolas had anything to say.

It mostly turned into a training session, Etoiles could see Charlie and Jaden had potential just lacked knowledge so he offered advice, and in fighting them and watching them fight each other, that's when the unsettled feeling crept in.

Part of it was obvious, the Gas masks, but it's not like they were the only ones. Everyone had them at this point, but it was how they wore them, obviously cared enough about to personalize, and the noises they made as they yelled, grunted, and howled behind them.

It was also in the way they moved, lumbering, stalking gates, lunging and almost dancing as they moved jerkily. In the way they would, in unison, suddenly break out into more deranged noises or chanting without any noticeable cue.

But it was in the way they fought, that gave him the willies the most.

Etoiles fought because he enjoyed it, he enjoyed ridding the high of adrenalin and indulging in his bloodlust, of trying to win and the work put in.

Bolas, however, fought like they were Hungry.

Not like a flesh eater or vampire would, though the jokes he overheard about them eating their corpses didn't help (and gods did he hope they were jokes), but Red fought like they were hungry for the kill, hungry to see blood spilled and willing to do anything to have their enemies corpses lay at their feet, like they had nothing to loose.

The way they scraped at each other with their nails and bit with their teeth, unafraid to fight like an animal, or bring down their opponent with them if they knew they weren't going to win.

It wasn't like Etoiles hadn't fought Bolas before, but here, free from the rush and face pace of trying to survive a real battle and instead doing 1v1's and watching as they fought each other, that's when it was really obvious. It was inhuman and feral, and Etoiles wondered for just a second, how much of this was his fault from that first day, how much him and his team and blue's actions had pushed red over the edge.

They made him worried a bit, but Etoiles pushed it aside. Nobody was their best selves in purgatory after all, and he'd crossed several lines he normally wouldn't, specially at his friend's expense.

All he could really do was ignore the feeling and try to not let it get to him, so he pushed it down and got ready for the Egg War the next day.

It was less than a week later when Etoiles thinks about this again, ponders on their unsettling nature for just a second as he's absorbed into their team. He's unsure how or where he can fit into such a team like this, how to cope with their feral and chaotic nature.

The thought goes away as Etoiles gets pulled, almost too easily, into their dynamics. Bolas eat together, sleep tucked against each other for safety, spar and fight with each other to get better, and kill for each other too. Bolas was a family.

It's only on the day before what is possibly the last match that he realizes the unsettling, feeling has long since gone and it, and Bolas' once strange, horrifying habits now feel like second nature and normality.

Etoiles may not have started as Bolas, but he was Bolas now, and forever. And nothing could take that away from him or any of the Bolas.

Please, if you did enjoy, reblog and just not like. Likes do nothing and it's kinda disheartening to see like 50 likes and 4 reblogs only for it to die because nobody else sees it after the first 3 days. I'd appreciate it greatly! <3

[wecandoit]

05082023 back to classes! it took me a solid week and a half to pull myself out of holiday mode but we did it

🎧: dum dum - jeff satur

[qsplaylist]

how to deal with stage fright ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

a non-basic comprehensive guide, by an easily-scared girlie

1. Before

don't eat too much. I get very scared and nervous before I have to do anything in front of a group of more than 3 people. I mean very scared. As in my stomach starts hurting. if you're like me, then eating a bit lighter beforehand can save you the stress when you stomach starts hurting (and the stress making you feel worse)

manifest success. close your eyes. imagine yourself finishing the thing that you've been so worried about. envision yourself doing the greatest job, and it will happen.

say "i'm excited". our brains are more powerful than you think (ha! get it? okay, that was lame). since fear/anxiety and excitement feel very similar, try to gaslight yourself into thinking that you're just very excited to do it.

2. During

set your mindset (again). before I perform, I try to remind myself the beginning of whatever I'm doing. for example, if I'm playing a piece, I will hum the first few measures, just so I remember. or the first few words of my speech. once you start, your body will know what to do!

pretend to slay. you know what? even if you mess up, nobody knows! nobody know the piece you're playing, or the song you're singing, or the speech you're giving. keep your head high and pretend that you've completely outdone yourself. once you believe that about yourself, other people will often follow.

stay in the moment. if you're anything like me, you may tend to think to the past or the future while you're performing. something like this: future: I'm going to mess up and say something totally embarrassing. past: last time I gave this speech in front of my Mom and I freaked out and forgot this part! future: you're going to forget it again. and that will be totally humiliating! instead, just keep telling yourself to stay where you are, in the present! you're just playing your song at the moment. you're just talking to other people at the moment. you're just sharing what you've learned. the past has gone by, and the future has its own worries.

3. After

don't freak out. what's done is done.

congratulate yourself. you did it! the hardest part of the process is over. you did an amazing job. showing up is enough. performing is enough. doing anything at all is enough, if not more than enough. you're a winner because you did it.

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a reminder to all the lovely people on the internet: it's completely normal to be scared. even my favorite pianist for many years, yuja wang, gets terrible stage fright before she performs. now, though, you'll be equipped with some tips on how to perform despite the fears that you have. I'm going to end off this post with one of my favorite quotes:

True courage is in facing danger when you are afraid.

-- L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

thank you for reading all the way through, and wishing you a blessed rest of your day <3

sincerely yours, q's playlist

[jaimeski]

my favorite mexican