#when death does us part

[queerlilchinchin]

I miss everything coz time zones what are you working on???

What am I not working on? xD

I've started 2 new stories (one Medusa-inspired horror/thriller and one... romance/tragedy??)... and I've been working on a couple other new ones in my head. Oh, I did also start another one that's bringing back an old idea I had for a serial killer OC I created a while back.

I've also been considering starting a new game website featuring my ocs. :)

If you want to read any of the stories mentioned above, I'll link them below.

Medusa-inspired horror/thriller part 1:

Superhero/villain romance/tragedy:

Part 3 of another story I started that's sort of hard to explain without spoiling it (parts 1 and 2 are linked at the beginning of the post):

I can't seem to find anything from the other one I mentioned, the serial killer one, so I may not have posted actual snippets yet, so here... have one!

Anyway, I only got up to go from my couch to bed so I'm headed to bed now but I hope you enjoy my newest wips. <3 if you're interested in the website, I'll tell you more about it tomorrow/later today. :) Ciao for now and thank you for your interest <3

[aingeal98]

More Jason and Cass thoughts (sorry but also not sorry) but if I was magically given full control over DC and could write what I'd want obviously I'd make Cass Batman but I've been thinking of what sort of reaction and role Jason would have in response. I think I'd write his version of "Congrats on the new job!" as a test, involving the Joker and civilians and gangs and Red Hood and a ton of explosives. Bruce failed me, and now he's given up. You're his successor, let's see how you handle this dilemma that freaked him out so badly he threw a batarang into my throat rather than let me avenge my own death in front of him.

So obviously Cass will overcome the traps and the puzzles. That's the fun part to show how competent both of them are and sprinkle in little character moments as we go. But then we reach the emotional crux of the matter, probably laid out as some sort of saw trap because it's Jason. Here I am, a victim of murder. You say nobody dies tonight but I did, and I want the man who did it dead. Not only did Batman fail to avenge me but he failed to stop the Joker from going on to create even more victims. What right do you have to stop me from getting justice for myself? What right does this man have to life after what he's taken from me and from countless others? I'm not trying to kill a random stranger, I'm specifically demanding justice for my own death that I never got while I was gone.

There are two ways this could go. The straightforward route if I knew my time on this run was limited would probably be a pyrrhic victory like the ones Cass's og series was so fond of. Just like Bruce in utrh, she acts on instinct and saves the Joker (and Jason this time) . A win technically, but she fails the test. Jason is once again vindicated but with nothing to show for it. The story ends with Cass sending the Joker back to jail and going back to the batcave, where the old Robin costume looms judgementally, highlighting her failure. It would be the most fitting end given their character molds, all tragedy and conviction and unstoppable force meets immovable object etc.

However... I think the option I prefer would be a little different. Cass levelling with Jason, a killer talking to a murder victim. She has no right to stop Jason from getting justice, she has no love for the Joker but she knows any death she allows to happen like this would devastate her, just like that death row inmate long ago she tried to break out but ended up letting go once the family of the victim talked to her and demanded justice. I think... In this specific situation, she'd just be honest. Morally she has no right sure. Personally she just really really doesn't want anyone to die. Give her one chance, please. Let her try it her way. Not demanding, not lecturing or insisting, just... Please. Don't do this. Let me try another way.

And then what? Jason asks.

In the end a deal is struck. Cass will take the Joker and lock him up, ensuring he never harms anyone again while also trying to rehabilitate him. But the second she fails and he gets free, Jason kills him and she won't stand in his way. It's the kind of deal that leaves both of them mildly disgusted and dissatisfied with themselves, neither of them naturally creatures of compromise when it comes to this specific topic. But Cass is willing to do anything to avoid death and Jason did not expect the new Bat to be so... Flexible? Kind of? Of course maybe she won't actually hold up her end of the deal and when the Joker gets loose she'll try and stop Jason from killing him and he'll get his miserable vindication, but right now this is something strange and new and he's mildly confused and curious about where it will go. He doesn't believe in her ability to contain the Joker forever but he's willing to let her try because her reaction to that future failure interests him. She's given him a sword of damocles to hang above her head and he didn't ask for it or expect it. It's the type of power he never thought the Bat would just... Hand to him.

The conflict ends with neither of them fully winning or losing. They both don't really know what to feel about this.

The thing is, the second Cass let's Jason kill the Joker she's hanging up the mantle. She's staking the Bat on this, because it's always go big or go home with her when it comes to saving others, even someone like the Joker. In this magical universe where I have unlimited power, Cass would lock the Joker in a secret bunker and have Leslie Thompkins talk to him daily, mostly because I think her pacifism speeches and debates in the comics would make a fun contrast to the Joker's evil sadism. (But what about his rights? Doesn't he deserve a trial and to be held in a regular prison? I'm going to be honest I think Cass would be very comfortable bending the rules on this specific situation. Morally questionable but I'd have fun with it. She's going to let Leslie treat Joker like her personal pet project to save his soul because yes she wants him to change but also she's got a city to save every night so go crazy Leslie, have fun.)

And the Batman series would continue with Cass as the lead, new challenges and new antagonists and every twenty issues or so for the first hundred we'll cut back to the Joker briefly if his chats with Leslie can help highlight some thematic element of the current arc. But bit by bit he'd slowly fade away onto oblivion, maybe getting referenced every hundred issues or so until eventually no one remembers or cares about him because there's so much else going on. Meanwhile Jason's got a good thing going as Red Hood, primarily based in Park Row and a tentative ally on the occasion when their vigilante work aligns. Unlike Joker he's a much more frequent character in the comics, and after say 10 years (this is my magical fantasy universe Cass's batman run is going to last for a very long time alright) when people think of DC characters they think of Red Hood long before they think of the Joker.

Is any of this realistic? Right now of course not. It's why I'd go with the pyrrhic victory if I actually got the chance, because it would be the best way to tell the story in the larger context of the Bat narrative. But it's my fantasy DC editor and writer daydream and I'm going to dream big. They're never going to be normal happy siblings, their personal demons will never fully let them be free and the looming possibility of losing everything they currently have narrative wise if Bruce comes back as Batman will always be there. But it's maybe the closest to peace they'll ever get. Unsatisfying and tame compromise that probably violates several laws and ethical codes but whatever. Cass has never read the Geneva convention and Jason's not going to shed tears over the Joker. Let him die relevancy wise if not physically.

[vaguely-concerned]

I don't know what I love more, the fact that as rook you can make a statement in NO uncertain terms that you are NOT responsible one way or the other for the theological implications of the shit you're discovering in the 'regrets of the dread wolf' memories. not my jurisdiction. quite simply none of my business. not my chantry circus not my chantry monkeys. irrelevant to the matter at hand here we'll kill that god if we get to him he can get in line. or if the best thing about it is seeing the lone little 'lucanis approves' that pops up right after choosing it. corvid with a knife about to commit deicide keeping it real and sensibly, pragmatically, wilfully agnostic with me here in this magical lighthouse today

[tiktaaliker]

ITS MICHAEL VIKTERI EVERYONE SAY HIIIIIII MIKE. guy who fakes his death (and undeath) and is sooooooooooo normal about it all

also yes this is another guy i got from @jaypgartifacts no i dont have a problem i just know a good design when i see one. i mean just LOOK at this guy. like are you KIDDING me

[girlbob-boypants]

Me when I cosplay as a straight cop for a pride event, openly say on my blog putting him in pride colors didn't look right, shout for fictional cop pride publicly at the event, people respond with "acab", and then get a bunch of defense posts and free art while the cop pride part conveniently gets left out of all the info defending me:

[mofffun]

Moffun’s Song

Composer/Lyricist: Minato Takano (main writer of Kingohger) Arrangement: Kohji Mizuguchi Artist: Hitomi Yoshida

Note: *(もふもふ/MofuMofu = fluffy) // to the best of my ability a sing-along version. See literal/romanji/original kana under cut.

Moffun Mofu MofuMofu* Moffufu MofuMofu See my body, puff and fluffy Hear my words, sharper than thorns For ever, now and all eternity Moffun and us all There’s nowhere to go

Moffun Mofu MofuMofu Moffufu MofuMofu Though my fur is white as snow If you cross me, it'll get bloody Human kind is my best of friends Moffun and us all I won't let you go

Moffun Mofu Mofu (repeat) Moffun Mofu Mofu (repeat) Moffun, I love you! (repeat) I can't hear you (repeat) Are you messing with me? (Moffun, I love you!) with Moffun, together 'til the end of our lives!

Moffun Mofu MofuMofu Moffufu MofuMofu Hug, come close my dear, it's warm and nice Inside my heart, it's colder than ice Bye Bye so what, I don't wanna say Moffun and us all There is no way home There's nowhere to go I won't let you go There is no way home Moffun and us all~!

Literal translation. *(もふもふ/MofuMofu = fluffy)

Moffun Mofu MofuMofu* Moffufu MofuMofu [my] body is fluffy [my] words are sharp Always and forever Together with Moffun You can't escape anymore

Moffun Mofu MofuMofu Moffufu MofuMofu [my] body is all white If [I] get angry, it will be bloody Humans are friends Together with Moffun I won't let go anymore

Moffun MofuMofu (repeat) Moffun MofuMofu (repeat) I love Moffun! (repeat) I can't hear you (repeat) Are you messing with me? (I love Moffun!) [I] want to be with Moffun until death

Moffun Mofu MofuMofu Moffufu MofuMofu If you hug [me] tight, it is warm [my] heart is cold and callous [I] don't want to say words like bye bye Together with Moffun You can't go back anymore You can't escape anymore I won't let you go anymore You can't go back anymore Together with Moffun

Romanji.

MoffunMofu MofuMofu Moffufu MofuMofu Karada wa MofuMofu Kotoba wa TogeToge Zutto Towani-Itsumademo Moffun to Issho Mou Nigasa-nai

MoffunMofu MofuMofu Moffufu MofuMofu Karada wa Masshiro Okoru-to Chimidoro Ninngennsann wa Otomodachi Moffun to Issho Mou Hanasa-nai

Moffun Mofu Mofu (repeat) Moffun Mofu Mofu (repeat) Moffun Daisuki (repeat) Kikoenai (repeat) Ochokuttenn noka (Moffun Daisuki!) Moffun to Shinumade Isshoni Itai

MoffunMofu MofuMofu Moffufu MofuMofu Gyuttoshitara PokaPoka Kokoro wa Reikoku ByeBye Nannte shitakunai Moffun to Issho Mou Kaesanai Mou Nigasani Mou Hanasani Mou Kaesanai Moffun to Issho

Original/Official Kana.

もっふんもふ～もふもふ～ もっふふもふもふ～ カラダ～は～もふもふ～ コトバはとげとげ～ ずうっと～とわにいつまでも～ もっふんと～いっしょ～ もうにがさ～な～い～ もっふんもふ～もふもふ～ もっふふもふもふ～ カラダ～は～��っしろ～ おこるとちみどろ～ ニンゲン～さんはオトモダチ～ もっふんと～いっしょ～ もうはなさ～な～い～ もっふんもふもふ！(もっふんもふもふ！) もっふもふもっふ！(もっふんもふもふ！) もっふん大好き！(もっふん大好き！) 聞こえな～い (聞こえな～い) おちょくってんのか？ (もっふん大好き！) もっふんと、死ぬまでいっしょにいた～い もっふんもふ～もふもふ～ もっふふもふもふ～ ぎゅっ…としたら～ぽかぽか～ こころは冷酷～ バイバイ～なんてしたくない～ もっふんと～いっしょ～ もうかえさ～な～い～ もうにがさ～な～い～ もうはなさ～な～い～ もうかえさ～な～い～ もっふんと～いっしょ～

[fellowshipofthenoodles]

Any and all HP related blogs that reblog from us will be blocked.

Edit; idgaf if you’re trans yourself. You should know better then. Support your trans family and stop sucking jkr’s toe.

[seventh-district]

7am, eating cold leftover teriyaki stir-fry for breakfast and crying over blorbos

[sidesteppostinghours]

pulps law is that whenever i get insane enough about something, i will inevitably attempt to make a persona 5 au, regardless of whether or not i am successful at it.

[queerlilchinchin]

When Death Does Us Part, Part I

Part I: Endings Are Beginnings

Genre: Romance/superhero Wordcount: 906 Trope: [friends to] enemies to lovers

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As a young child, it had always been my dream to be a hero, to be the savior of the planet, to be the one that saved those in need. I grew up in a subpar household. I wasn’t abused or neglected, it was just… boring. Everyone around me led such exciting lives, traveling around the world, living in huge mansions, and I?... well, I didn’t have any of that.

My family wasn’t poor, don’t get me wrong. We were just average, living in a rich town. My friends all went on these amazing, exotic adventures every year with their families while I was trapped at home, babysitting my little sister.

It was fine. Don’t get me wrong, it could have been so much worse. We had everything we’d ever need. We weren’t hurt or told we were a burden. Our parents loved us very much, and they made sure we knew it. It was just… when you live around people that get to do all of these amazing things, it tends to dull the color from your world. It tends to make you forget how fortunate you really are.

When I was 20, my father got diagnosed with Cancer. It was the hardest thing I ever had to deal with, watching him wither away until there was nothing left… and then 3 months later, we lost him entirely. My best friend tried to be there for me, but I shut down completely, isolated myself away from the world. I didn’t want to be around all of these people with their perfect lives and perfect homes. It was too much. The color that had previously dulled from the excitement around it now was lost entirely. No longer was being the savior my priority. Now just surviving day to day was.

My mother and sister tried to reach out several times, but it took my mother passing before I finally came out of my cave. I completely broke that day. I couldn’t handle it anymore. The world was so cruel. While all of my old classmates were living it up in other countries and regions around the world, I was over here, trying to pick the remains of my life back up.

Again, my friend reached out and tried to get me out of the house, but I was swallowed up in my misery and could no longer fathom doing anything but crying. The idea of being happy was no longer a concept I understood. Smiling was no longer an expression I wore. I just frowned, curled up in my bed, and withered away into nothing myself.

–

I wake with a start, gasping for breath. Something feels different. I glance around me in a groggy fog.

Why do I feel so…

I stare down at my hands and feel a weird sensation of loss and regret unlike I had already been feeling. Something is different… something is different… something is-

A desperate knock startles me, making me jump. I go to the door and attempt to open it, but my hand goes through it. Blinking in confusion, I attempt again, but the same thing happens a second time.

A familiar distressed voice calls through the door, “You can’t keep me out forever! You’ve not come out of your apartment in weeks, your neighbors said so. You have to come out… please, your parents wouldn’t want this for you.” Her words hit hard, even though I know they come from a place of love and I call back, “Fuck you for bringing them into this!”

She pauses and knocks louder. “Come on, please!” Her tone changes to anguish. “I know you’re hurting… just let me be here for you.”

“Yeah, you really want to be here for me saying stuff like that!” I call back. She sniffs, making it more than clear that she’s crying on the other side of the door. Again, I try to open it, but I can’t touch it.

“What is happening to me?” I mutter, getting irritated with not only my friend, but with my body as well. She sniffs again, then I hear footsteps walk off into the distance. So much for wanting to-

BANG!

A loud thud startles me out of my thought and causes me to jump again.

“LET ME IN!” She screams desperately. “LET ME IN RIGHT NOW! I’m not losing you, and at this rate, I’m going to! Please!” BANG BANG BANG!

I think she’s slamming her body against-

Before I can finish the thought, she slams the door open and immediately gasps in shock. She’s looking right through me. Confused, I ask, “What?”

She ignores my question and slowly moves past me. She walks right through me and I gasp for breath has I feel her pass through me. She doesn’t even seem to notice me. I open my mouth to yell at her, but as I’m turning to follow her with my eyes, I’m silenced by my own shock.

I’m lying on the bed. My body has withered away. I look like death. She collapses to her knees and cries, burying her face into me and grasping my shirt in her hand.

“Why!? What have you done?” She cries against my chest, body rocking with every sob. I stay silent this time, watching as my best friend mourns my death.

How am I dead… how has this happened?

Numbed with shock and confusion, I continue to watch in complete silence.

[longagoitwastuesday]

Kusakabe, dear, you're too beautiful to be saying that kind of stuff

[sugar-and-spite]

made a lil house in minecraft

[kneworder]

did you watch tua s4 and if so what did you think :3

yeah i watched it

[javierduffy]

ohh javieran … javieran post kieran’s death .., javier is a poor lonesome cowboy in america a long way from home with no more sweetheart to sit and talk with him ooohhh can anyone hear me ….

[micechicken]

I love how my unintentional excuse as to why Alestair and Idan never have to go to work is because they ran away and basically quit without notice.

[gu6chan]

the brief mention that 1.3 leonard could still be feeling some deep lingering grief over his brothers' deaths still never fails to fascinate me tbh like, does he think of the standards he must have lost since their passing and feel guilt? or does he see them in every child he abuses??? does he keep his grief to himself or does he find it a useful anecdote to what must be a countless number of families dealing with loss??? does the green dragon know? does he confide in it????? since leonard seems to be aware of what arioch lost to the union, just how aware is/was she in what HE lost???????? did they have a role in each other's loss? is THAT where their beef came from??????? im going to merge into a wall