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[soulsxng]

"Do you have any sense--"

"No."

"--of how much...hold on, did you just say no already? You have no sense?"

"Not a lick of it. I mean look at me, it's 4:30 in the afternoon, and I've been drinking on the balcony since before noon. I'm still in my pajamas. And this is where I fully plan to remain as I allow my crippling self-doubt and depression to dictate the entire rest of my day."

"Mm, right, right...I'm doing the same thing, but I'm wearing my good heels to make myself feel pretty, so I think that makes me better."

"Rude. I did both of our hair this morning while you dozed in the chair, and I'm wearing silk. We are equals as we luxuriate in glamourous stagnancy, right now."

[pupkinpumpkin]

After the Regret Prison

Crow Rook: Hey guys, how long was I gone for?

Companions: Oh ☺️ don't worry about that 🩷 All that matters is that you're here 🥰

-Later-

Crow Rook: Oh hey Viago! I missed y-

Viago: *decks them in the face, on the verge of tears* YOU IDIOT, YOU HAD ME- I mean TEIA WORRIED YOU WERE NEVER GOING TO GET OUT. EMIL MISSED YOU

[peace-hunter]

tfone au where OP is created as the last of the primes but way after them, a sparkling born at what were thought to be the last days of the war against the quintessons, the beginning of a new generation of peace after eons of war. a child meant to be loved and raised knowing nothing of war nor sacrifice.

he's kept mostly out of the spotlight by his siblings, who don't wish to expose him to everyone's optics so young, and want to wait until the war is done and over to properly introduce him to their people.

except of course the primes are betrayed and murdered by sentinel, the war is lost and everyone who knows and cared for the truth is either banished or outright killed in order to suppress it.

and the high guard, the ones the primes trusted the most, the ones that were supposed to protect them, the ones who failed in their most important duty, have to make a choice. to take the last prime, their last hope, with them to the surface, a hostile environment where there's little to no supplies and where they'll be hunted down by both sentinel and the quintessons as the biggest threat to their regimen.

or hide him in plain sight. place him where sentinel won't think to look for him. one more sparkling among many. and hope it will be enough to keep him alive. pray to primus that he'll protect his last child long enough for them to come back for him when it's safer (even if most of them have already lost their faith on him when he allowed the rest of his children to be massacred like that)

they almost lose their resolve when they realize they will have to take the little one's cog away in order to make him blend in with the rest of the newborns (and oh do they burn with murderous intent when they see what sentinel has done to their people but it's not the time yet-) but in the end they decide an impaired little prime is better than a dead one.

and so in the chaos of thirteen dead primes and a sudden energon crisis, a little sparkling who very few mechs really knew about and even fewer had seen completely vanishes. and in the depths of iacon a mech in charge of a new batch of newborns scratches their helm in confusion as they realize they must have miscounted the first time.

optimus prime is quietly erased from any official records by sentinel, written off as dead when they find a sparkling's frame mangled beyond recognition after an attack on the base of those rebels that insist on being a thorn on his side. killing the sparkling hadn't been precisely in his plans, he probably could've found some use for it after all, but he's not particularly upset about it either.

and orion pax grows up with an ache on his spark that tells him he's missing something far more important than a t-cog and dreams of gentle and loving hands, cradling him against the frames of mechs he cannot recall the faces of.

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.

Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.

And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.

Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.

They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.

When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.

Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.

When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.

"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.

"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.

Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.

Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.

Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.

When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.

Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.

because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far

when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)

danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.

and god help him, he's going to help people.

[murkying]

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[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

not a single nightmare critter until this moment have a design or pose that tells me even the slightest bit about their personality and i am so annoyed at this. just do a pose comparison between babba and dogday and you'll get what i mean.

[idliketobeatree]

it's been three months and I still haven't processed the Bentley playing Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy at Crowley (when I'm not with you, think of you always) as he drove (I miss you) back (just take me back to yours, that will be fine) to Aziraphale (love you) with a really sincere apology in mind (say the word, your wish is my command). barely a few seconds of normal driving in central London, squeezed in a plot point of "oh shit, extreme sanctions" and their meetup. easy to overlook. unless? it's literally top 5 of Their Queen Love Songs. in any context other than the sheer panic Crowley was experiencing I would take this scene to my grave as peak romanticism, because we know Bentley is an extension of Crowley's mind, and it feels like it tries to comfort him in that moment? (everything's all right, just hold on tight) Recognizing the crushing, overwhelming, all-encompassing love that Crowley is feeling, and boiling it down to simply being suave and charming, casual, like he so often pretends to be (I learned my passion in the good old-fashioned school of loverboys).

it's just the stuff of fanfics, but given to you in the typical Neil Gaiman fashion of subverting expectations, while also allowing for, well, gently playing on your heartstrings. I love it, I love that we got that, bless

[sweettjrose]

Thinking about Donald being jealous of Mickey assuming that he has it so easy and never struggles as everyone generally likes him and he usually succeeds... Not realizing how much work Mickey puts in to get where he is and how many emotions and stress he hides, because Mickey is absolutely terrified of failure and feels like he can't ever show weakness.

[beetlethebug]

just got the tavern story about who would make the best frog and you know. you know that olric would be the best frog. and you also know that he would would go up to march with his big ol' eyes, 100% believing in the possibility of being turned into a frog, and go, "would you love me as a frog, bro?" and of course march would say yes. and because he's a nerd, he'd add, "no one would build you a terrarium like i would. you deserve the best. even if you were a frog." and you can bet your ass the next time that olric is (accidentally) snooping in March's room there are blueprints for the sickest frog terrarium the likes of which you've never seen. because march doesn't do anything by halfs (especially when it comes to Olric).

[fleshwerks]

and the fucking mage circles of Dragon Age are a thing so convoluted, Gaider must've given himself hernia when he gave up with that idea.

Listen. Containing even regular, unarmed people who aren't locked in cells and can roam the place, and who outnumber you, is difficult. Especially when all you have is blades whilst your wards have innate weapon, magic, that can cook you to death on the spot long before you even see where your magical assailant even is.

The mage never even has to enter a templar's anti-magic radius. More than that, the templar has to first deploy the anti-magic radius. And idk why people are acting like when you nullify a mage's magic, they become helpless. What the hell is stopping a bunch of muted mages from mobbing each templar? Sure, there would be injuries. But like Spartacus gave a fuck. Spartacus had a goal, and by gods was he going to do what he had to do or die trying.

'b b but brainwashing and social engineering...' Mate. If that shit ever worked, every religious millionaire would be a poor man by will. As it stands, 'you can say 'money bad, millionaires bad' all you want to them, but the fact is, when you have the power that wealth offers you, there is no reason to give it away. You might even acknowledge that you're a monster, that money makes you a bad person, but in the end it just doesn't matter, you are not really beholden to the same social rules as a pauper, because you can simply buy and intimidate your way out of it all.

Bioware here really trying to make me believe that a guy who can instakill a person by simply thinking really hard wouldn't find ways to hoard lyrium until he has enough to leisurely walk through a mage tower, burning templars to death before they can even get anywhere close to magic canceling radius.

People with power and resource always rise to the top. Always. Tevinter is what realistically happens when you have a society of haves (mages) and have-nots (everybody else). History shows that the have-nots almost never rise up against the haves, at least not successfully, and before anybody brings up the French revolution... who the fuck do you think its leaders were? Who the fuck do you think funded it? Who the fuck do you think the revolution benefited the most, before it all went off the rails, as things tend to do, when you, again, give a monkey a stick and the monkey realises what he can really do with it?

God i fucking hate the dragon age oppressed mages and the stupid ass circles. I just hate it. Most blatant display of writers having been bullied nerdy kids in the past and trying to cope by acting like they only got bullied because they were too cool, because acknowledging the truth would mean realising that their pain was meaningless, and it was caused simply for shits and giggles. Having to admit that you had no power, you just had to sit there and take it, because you had no stick. You want you want your past hurt to have meaning, so you write a dumbass mage circle. Big shrug. Sure. You can do that. You can also shit your pants if you want, I ain't stopping ya. But I don't have to smell it and like it.

[lunagames]

I'm of the opinion that Zestial and Carmilla had and have wildly different opinions on Alastor, though Zestial's opinion probably didn't shift all too much overtime.

Now Carmilla is just a bit annoyed at the drama queen that is Alastor, but I do believe that she was concerned at the beginning of his appearance. Like dude just took out half her meeting room of overlords in a matter of weeks, that ain't fitting into her statistics. She likes control, she likes knowing what will happen and planning for it.

So, she probably met with Zestial to discuss this in a 'is this a normal problem or something we need to do something about'-way only to be met with a 'funniest thing to have happened in three centuries' banner.

[brawlstars-dragon-au]

A few little ship doodles from today 🥹 just wanted to have some gentle little dragon boops

[quixtrix]

tired of people being like "yall dont talk about dolph" "yall dont talk about sarah" the answer is right there look at both of them

[black-and-yellow]

Last Window if it was awesome

[garvalhaminho]

oooh fictional characters who are driven by academic validation and need to be reminded that they are needed and loved and not a nuisance and feel the need to be independent are the spectacular give me fourteen of them right now

[0xy--m0r0n]

"fuckin' androids..."

a dbh x vld au :33