#super incidentally

[theweatherinmyhead]

I keep thinking about writing a fic that diverges from the point in Joker’s Last Laugh where Nightwing kills the Joker.

Instead of resuscitating the Joker (really, Bruce? really??), Bruce lets him die.

As everyone recovers from the whole situation, Bruce is a mess. At first he — and all the other bats — assume that it’s from the guilt of sort-of breaking his no-kill rule. It seems much the same as the way Dick couldn’t forgive himself for allowing Blockbuster’s death (to say nothing of the guilt now eating Dick alive for, you know, actually killing someone).

But as Bruce continues on from reacting and into processing, it becomes apparent that he- Well, he’s grieving the Joker.

It… makes a certain amount of sense. He has known — for lack of a better term — the Joker as long as he’s known his eldest son. He’s been a fixture in Bruce’s life. A reliable presence even, inasmuch as an erratic, violent nemesis can be called reliable. The Joker has taken so, so much from the world — from Bruce in particular — but he has also given Bruce some pivotal part of his purpose. The Joker held a level of importance to Batman’s work that few other enemies could ever achieve. He’s a pillar of the role Bruce built Batman to fulfill. Is Batman even properly Batman without the Joker?

So this is Bruce’s grief. Once he identifies it, he’s horrified by how clear it is. The way he’s gone over and over the autopsy report, every angle of cctv, combed every haunt and shaken down every goon just because he doesn’t trust the Joker, doesn’t trust death. (He’s been in the cape too long.) Hours spent at the punching bag, trying desperately to funnel the violence out of his body and into a safe target. Nights spent watching the self-recriminating what-ifs play out on his shadowed bedroom ceiling. What if he’d tried chest compressions? Called EMS before his arrival? What if he’d reached Nightwing sooner? Investigated Tim’s “death” more thoroughly? He is staggered by many ways could he have prevented this death. He should have. He would have. If it wasn’t for how he just… didn’t.

And — so much more incriminating than the denial, the anger, the goddamn bargaining — he’s… sad. There’s an emptiness that stalks his days, a void he can’t help but watch while he patrols. It’s hard to put on his easygoing press smile and to straighten his shoulders against the fundamentally shifted weight of the world. He wakes up exhausted and falls into bed already dreading the morning. He does his work and watches over his family and his city, but all the while he’s looking through a layer of gauze.

He’s also relieved. Of course he’s relieved. There isn’t a single person in the greater Gotham area who doesn’t feel the tsunami of relief once the Joker’s death is publicized. His city is safer, for all that the rest of the rogues gallery still breathe. His people are safer. His kids are safer.

It’s almost as hard for Bruce to admit that he’s grateful the Joker is dead. It feels wrong to rejoice in a death, how ever silently, however well-deserved. But it doesn’t feel any better to notice that clinging, unwelcome sorrow.

The reason I’ll probably never make this into a real fic is that I’m terrible at the comfort part of h/c. I write myself into a corner and then look at where I am and,,

How can Bruce recover from this? How does he lay this internal conflict to rest alongside his most longstanding foe? He’s grieving a violent, unpredictable, horrifyingly creative mass murderer! Someone who has committed countless unspeakable atrocities, who had no single iota of regard for any life beyond his own. Someone whose very existence was intrinsically linked to Bruce’s own…

He can’t seek solace in his family. The Joker has harmed every single one of them in one way or another. Dick needs his strength and Jason would never, ever, forgive him. He can’t talk to his colleagues in the JLA. They’re committed to the greater good in the way Bruce had always believed himself to be. There is no one to absolve him. Bruce doesn’t deserve- Can’t deserve absolution. This grief betrays every principle he’s beaten into his mind and body. It’s the most shameful act he could ever commit.

So Bruce would stew in his guilt upon guilt upon guilt. He would pick at the scabs of the hard-earned mourning, unable and unwilling to accept that the loss of someone important is still a loss, even if that importance comes from a driving need to stop them at (almost) any cost.

[autodiscipline]

Some old color visual kei flyers // late 90's to early 2000's

[zosiayarn]

I HAVE DONE IT I HAVE KNIT MY FIRST SOCK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OVER THE MOON ABOUT IT !!!!!!

[istadris]

Oooooh but I realise only now how cleverly twisted and evil Bowser's "wedding gift" was.

He promised Peach to not hurt her Toads (probably why Captain Toad was allowed to walk around looking for a bouquet and sneak an Ice Flower inside it), but he never promised anything about other people. Everything but the Toads was fair game.

The Kongs, Lumalee, his own imprisoned subjects...they're not Peach's subjects, so why should she care ? Bowser kept his promise, she should enjoy the gift, right ?

And even if she had asked for mercy for her allies...who's ready to bet Luigi would still have been readied as the sacrifice ? Because he's not from anyone's kingdom, not even from this world, he's never met Peach, he's just the brother of Bowser's rival. Even in the actual groupe, he's the first to go down.

Even with all the loopholes Peach could have used, he was marked for death the moment Bowser learned his relation to Mario.

[isfjmel-phleg]

I wish all TV screenwriters a very pleasant Meet An Actual Baptist Or At Least Properly Research The Denomination

[everymariogalaxy]

Rex from Super Mario World/M&L:SS in Muted Nostalgia? 👀

im always down to draw things called rex >:] here u go tom!

[masterkeynobi]

trw e1 brain dump incoming im obsessed w how 0 people predicted some of the pc classes. BARD/ROGUE bulbian bishop? satanist (hungry one-ist?) shapeshifting BARD/WARLOCK teenage spymaster?? (karna is perfect btw i will never not love an ethically dubious aabria pc aabria i'm your biggest fucking fan but i was like 100% sure she’d be a rogue...)

anjali is sooooo fucking fun too ive never seen her play before but i love her already it’s real hot girl shit in there!!! she said somebody in here has to serve CUNT and she DELIVERED!!! jessica rabbit as a mango Do You Like Women. she has the most consistent accent(s) i’ve seen in the dome ever. like i wasn’t sure she Wasn’t irl british until she spoke ooc and sounded american. when she went french-accented british to speak fructerano... beautiful. love it. love to see it. (also was fun when matt went from french-accented to american-accented to indicate the switch to fructerano but that only lasted a few lines, rip)

feels characteristic (affectionate) of lou and zac to play very like. straightforward/Not Great At Politics pcs, given their past pcs within calorum (see: acoc ap ep 5, lou talking abt playing amethar so he doesn't have to be good at politics + zac talking about how playing lapin was hard bc he doesnt think/talk like that; by the time cumulous was in the picture there wasnt really Politics to deal with) vs iyengar + mulligan getting spicy with it and playing devious untrustworthy bitches w big ol secrets.

1. i think colin should kiss either deli or his mom, sorry, and 2. OBSESSED, truly, w the lady amangeaux-raphaniel-karna dynamics. brennans patented cute lil old man voice + a pc who's apparently so optimized to lie that he cannot get a sub-20 deception roll? i watched battle for beyond im gearing the fuck up for another mulligan minmax build that shit rules. lady a loving+trusting both of them implicitly but raphaniel maybe having killed...? her husband...? and karna def going out there and talking shit for fun and profit... yum. delicious. excited for it to get worse

[ask-ciaphas-cain]

I literally just realized that in the Hunchback of Notre Dame the Court of Miracles is hidden in the Paris catacombs, which explains all the bones.

[indigosfindings]

i know a lot of the ppl who write scp stuff are trans and nb and otherwise queer which is why the logos on the main pages & articles are pretty frequently altered to be pride flag colors. however it is incredibly funny to me that because of the way the site is presented it creates this mental image of the huge scary secret institution that enforces the concept of Normal Baseline Reality having regular celebrations of inclusivity and awareness. imagine going to your job where you regularly perform ritual human sacrifices to keep a dead god dreaming and like every other week theyre throwing little confetti-and-banners "we love our gay researchers" parties in the lunch room and plastering "Baseline Reality includes trans folks!" posters on the walls

(re: this post)

it's sooo funny omg! the idea of the shadowy org with no regard for human life putting up pride flags could actually be a fun avenue for some on-the-nose satire lol

(also im really surprised that scp ended up becoming such a queer space! it's certainly welcome, i just never saw it coming!)

[scratching92]

My favorite part of GMing is inserting dumb jokes into throwaway details.

In a Lancer game I'm running today the players will have the opportunity to peruse a marketplace aboard a space station that includes such products as "Silent Period Nestorian Pottery", "Ethically-sourced Hearthian Jewellery", and a full box set of the Karrakin historical-military drama "Shattered Dreams: A Tale of the Glass Brigade".

[paulmccartneyprostateorgasm]

I actually think I do tend to gravitate towards characters named James and I kinda wonder if it's because of latent mommy issues because my mom was named Jamie after her grandpa James who died when I was 4

[solemnpancake]

It’s super weird that Argylle is a better Black Widow movie than Black Widow itself…but who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth?

[keykidpilipili]

Thinking about the timeline where there are cartoons of kingdom hearts and original characters from the adaptation making it to the games like detective conan. <3

[dragneto]

Title: Die Geständnisse des Pfarrers Fandom: Dark (2017) Pairing(s): Hanno Tauber/Elisabeth Doppler; Hanno Tauber/Jonas Kahnwald; Hanno Tauber/Elisabeth Doppler/Jonas Kahnwald Word Count: 20,006 Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Tags: Diary/Journal, During Canon, Post-Apocalypse, Missing Scene, Character Study, Introspection, Crisis of Faith, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Angst, Canon-Typical Existentialism

Summary: In the secret lodge belonging to the society of travelers known as Sic Mundus there sits upon a pedestal an untitled book, its plain binding worn with use and its pages filled with accounts of a time long past.

read the fic on AO3

[diicktective]

maybe im just getting to a point were i don't adapt to new shit as easily but like. has anyone else found tumblr significantly harder to use since the update(s) ? because visual changes & the new editor & stuff getting moved around aside, it feels like bare bones functionality like tagging posts, navigating blogs & pages, managing settings etc take wayyyyyyy more steps than they used to with a higher chance of getting yoinked back to the dash or a 'ooooo somethings stinkyyyy :( try again :(' page, and it's genuinely making it harder to use/maintain my blogs let alone rp on them.

[chamomileteainabuttercup]

Steve: Eddie's problem is that he's treated as an outsider, like me!

Robin: You are not an outsider. You wear cute little blue shorts.

Steve: I... am complicated.