#thats all the tags i can think of

[fizzsparkpop]

how odd it is to be haunted by someone who is still alive

[anxsity]

will we make it out of the first round? probably not. will we have a weirdly horny time anyway? YOU KNOW IT BABEY!

im also probably missing like- just a ton of info but this was what i could think of at the time <3 we are fueled by love and questionable choices

ALLCAPS BABEYYYYY 🦅🦅🦅

(tagging @stereax ✨)

[real-sherlock-holmes]

Flora FREAKING Reinhold🤯🤯

[kosmikity]

i forgot how to draw sorry

[nyctonoxie]

vodka cranberry. — KASPIAN RIVERS.

summary: you eye spy kaspian at a bar. You wanna take him home. warnings: no use of y/n, usage of versions of "you", he calls you sweetheart. bodyhorror if you squint. notes: 845 words. sfw. suggestive towards the end. not proofread. i wrote this out of my own free will.

 ㅤYou noticed him when you first entered the bar. Tall, Brooding. He sits on one of the far seats, chair pushed a good distance away from the other patrons. He’s got quite the obvious bubble around him. His eyes are about the only thing you can see in the darkness of the corner he’s made home in. Glowing, glaring, and green. He burns holes into the battered wood his beer rests on– sweating a ring into the surface. His jaw tightens as he finally takes note of your obvious staring from the entrance.

 ㅤAs he looks up, you jump and look away– There’s just something about him that makes you shy away from his eyes. Maybe it’s how his shoulder width about doubles half the guys you’ve seen tonight. Perhaps it's how unapproachable he looks. Swallowing your nerves, you walk over to the the bar anyway. You’re greeted by dusty blue hair put up in spikes as the bartender spins on their heel. “Helloo!” Junko greets. You’re just barely able to read their name tag in time. Their golden neck extends into springs as their head spins. “What can I get for you?” They inquire, springs compressing back into their mock neck as their head sits upright again. You fumble on your words for a moment, startled. “Oh– uhm,” You begin, eyes fitting away as Junko sets their hands on their hips. “Just– A vodka cranberry, please.” 

 ㅤJunko accepts this answer. “Comin’ right up!” she beams, walking backwards as she grabs a glass. “You wanna start a tab, or no?” They question, head turned inhumanly far as their springs extend once more. You bite back a cringe. “Yes please,” and Junko nods as best she can. You’re glad when she sets her head right again. As you wait, not wanting to just stand there like a fish out of water, you take a seat. It’s conveniently next to the same guy. Just your luck.

 ㅤHe doesn’t spare you much of a glance. You gift him with many. He taps his ring-covered index and middle finger twice on the bar once he catches Junko’s eye. She nods and grabs his now empty beer from him before placing a brand new, freshly opened one on the bar. “Here ya’ go, big guy!” They tease. He only offers them a huff, smoke billowing out of his nose as he does so. If you weren't sitting beside him, you’d think he had a cigarette. But no. That was all him. You can’t tell if the heat on your face is from the smoke or not.

 ㅤHe looks at you once as you hand off your card to Junko, who trades it with your drink. You bite first. “I like your rings,” And you stir your drink to feign confidence. His hand twitches and the silver catches the light. “Thanks.” And that’s all he offers you. You meet his eyes again as now, they are trained on you. He just stares at your face. It makes you nervous– your throats dry. You take a sip of your drink to ease your nerves, and you clear your throat before you speak again. “Are you a regular? This is my first time,” You admit, and his jaw shifts like you’ve upset him. “I work here. I got off an hour ago.” And you nod like what he’s said is revolutionary. It’s not, but you’re interested anyway.

 ㅤ“Yeah? Oh, can I guess your position?” You don't wait for an answer. “I bet you’re a bouncer. Was I right?” 

 ㅤHe cracks a smile. You could get used to seeing it.  “Yeah. What gave it away?”

 ㅤ“Hm– You seem like a big guy. Got a real serious face. Easy guess.”

 ㅤ“Ah. A typecast.”

 ㅤThat earns a laugh out of you. There’s a brief pause between the two of you. “What’s your name?” And he doesn’t answer you at first, choosing to eye you down from his seat. You just take another sip of your drink like you’re entitled to the answer. “Kaspian.” He offers, raising an eyebrow and nodding as you tell him yours. “I like it.” He replies, lifting his own drink to his mouth, but pausing as he looks back over towards you. “And you said you’ve never been here before?”

 ㅤYou smile and nod. He sits on this for a moment. “You should come more often.”

 ㅤ“Oh? How come?”

 ㅤKaspian shrugs. “We’ve got good drinks.”

 ㅤ“I’m not super worried about the drinks.” You reply, dropping your shoulders. You prefer to have fun rather than waking up with a horrendous hangover. He sits back in his chair, he’s playing you. He knows this game. “Then what are you worried about?” And you smile, all knowing. “I’m more worried about how many visits It’d take before I can take you home.”

 ㅤKaspian laughs this time, but it comes from his chest– deeper than a typical chuckle. His fangs glint in the light as he leans forward, invading your personal space. Despite the extra room he’s given himself, It doesn’t take much. “I don’t think you have to worry about that, sweetheart.”

[skywardangel]

Yall drop me some Lunar and Moon (specifically Old Moon) Bonding eps? I miss them :(

[concerninglyskeletalmoth]

[Laughter]

((i went back to name this, because i’m so cool))

Laughter. a melody echoing joy and whimsy,

a harmonious resonance I've caused,

not a dissonant note, but a symphony of happiness that i’ve caused somehow,

a beautiful cadence, a chorus of validation.

i see your smiles, hear your laughter,

not directed at me with malice, we stay on the same wavelength from what i understand,

embraced with platonic affection, a pure connection.

in the echo of shared joy, there's a bittersweet undertone of my undesired doubt that i’ll never express to you,

a subtle pang of melancholy amidst the mirth, for in this laughter, I find solace and connection, i know i’ve done good,

yet, a flicker of wistfulness lingers in the background.

you love me, though I don’t quite comprehend,

cherishing the quirks, the essence of my being, this platonic love, a comforting embrace,

where laughter becomes the language of our shared existence.

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[lucabyte]

monologue

[bacchuschucklefuck]

soon it'll be dawn again

transcript under the cut ⏬

page 01

Fig: no way? - you're still up?

Riz: Wh– yes?

Riz: Why'd I not be.

page 02

Fig: I me~~ean - that took.

Fig: whole day.

Riz: Yeah?

Fig: 'm beat.

Riz: you should sleep.

page 03

Fig: nah. my guy's still up

Fig: I wanna hang out.

page 04

Riz: That's really nice.

Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.

Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.

page 05

Fig: yeah, but you do it…

Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.

Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.

page 06

Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.

Riz: … - mm.

page 07

Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.

Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.

page 08

Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.

Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now… 

page 09

Fig: Hey.

Riz: ?

Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.

page 10

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)

Fig: o yea.

Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.

page 11

Fig: here u go

page 12

Riz: uh

Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.

Fig: I'll show u

page 13

Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try

Riz: uh - What. do I carve?

Fig: anything!!!

page 14

Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?

Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?

Fig: haha - watch this.

(sound effect text): FWOO—MP

page 15

Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???

Fig: Now it's fired!

Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE

Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)

Fig: ok catch!

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!

Fig: dw no need haha

page 16

Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…

Fig: now I want you to throw this.

page 17

Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon

page 18

Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now

Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise

Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?

Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u

Riz: but

page 19

Fig (off screen): RIz.

page 20

Fig: I've done all this before.

Fig: Can you trust that at least?

page 21

Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.

page 23

Riz: okay what happens now

(sound effect text): glob

page 24

Fig: we do it again!

page 25

Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)

Fig: see! you're already learning

Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.

Fig: Things change.

page 26

Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist

Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.

page 27

Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.

page 28

Fig: So?

page 29

Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

graph

bonus:

[wasyago]

the brainrot won

[biblically-accurate-dca]

substitute

[clearwingedmaven]

Alright, so. I've got little time and some ideas, so I'll do a brief thought process on the death of Sherlock Holmes in 1893, and the fandom as a whole.

Firstly, getting this out of the way. Sherlock Holmes was not the first modern fandom. That honor most likely goes to Charles Dickens and his work, especially the Pickwick Papers. There is evidence and record that fan merchandise, like joke books, tobacco, and shoe horns, were made with Pickwick Papers characters, especially Sam Weller.

However, Sherlock Holmes is probably our first instance of a global fandom where consequences quite literally created a literary and cultural firestorm. This isn't an exaggeration.

ACD's relationship with Holmes is... strange. Of course, he wanted to kill off Holmes, and move onto other books. (Historical novels, mainly, or Spiritualist manifesto), but there was always a love hate relationship, and we see that most predominantly through fan letters.

Almost immediately after Holmes’s death in 1893, there was shock. Scandal. Mourning. Fans exchanged letters in newspapers, trying to reach out to other fans to figure out what just happened, and what to do next. Holmes was dead. And for all anyone knew, so was the series.

So how'd they cope?

By creating communities. Discourse communities, to be more apt. They exchanged letters, asked questions, and talked through newspapers. Each one plucked from 1893 and 1894 show grief and confusion: for a fictional character.

People even started seeking out Joseph Bell, the man who inspired Holmes, in order to try to fill the void. There's even record of fans venturing to Reichenbach Falls in costume to pay tribute to their fallen hero. And this kept happening. For years. The world lost not just a character, it was their friend.

Keep in mind! Victorian literature was a family affair. Many people would gather around and read stories and books together, so the firestorm went further.

Until, it made ACD change his mind, and bring back Sherlock Holmes. (Can we call it bullying? Perhaps. I call it a unique circumstance of cultural phenomena.)

So where does it leave the fandom?

Ah, that's the question. This fandom, uniquely, has a distinct honor of being one of the oldest living discourse communities, an exchange of reader response, engagement, and including even more material.

So to the fans: from the fanfic writers, to the game makers, to the cosplayers, to the fans of adaptations near and far, to the editors, to the artists, to the dreamers and thinkers...

It is, given the nature of the fandom, that you are all a part of history, as part of one of the oldest(and still going!) Fandom discourse communities.

Keep that in mind. And keep going. 🙂

[buqbite]

part 1 (on VA and being better than humans)

part 2 (on welt and being just a human)