#whispers within

[eyeofthechasm]

wuh oh is tumblr collapsing for real actually oh god

just in case yall can find me on bsky ig (eyeofthechasm.bsky.social if the link doesn't work somehow)

[uncanny-tranny]

I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.

I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:

Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)

Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)

Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often

Eat dessert first

Celebrate well, and often

Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)

Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.

Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate

Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)

Walk without having a specific destination or goal

Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.

I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.

[eyeofthechasm]

i have these? they're not nearly the same pose rlly but they all have haunted eyes so. shrug?

does anyone have the reaction image that looks kinda like this? it’s a black line drawing w a sort of emoji style face in its proportions / lack of detail. i think the person is smoking??

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[xavathun]

HAPPY 10 YEARS OF DESTINY!!!! 🎉

[trappedinafantasy37]

"Minthara is so abusive to the player" *INCORRECT BUZZER NOISE*

Minthara would literally go to fucking hell for the opportunity to personally beat the absolute shit out of the person who actually did abuse you. She will throw hands with gods and devils just to avenge you.

And you will not be able to convince her not to.

[lemurballing]

do you ever think

[shisasan]

[trinalwilliams]

"The universe whispers secrets, guiding us to the doorstep of our truest selves."

Tlw

[eyeofthechasm]

ok so we just win forever then

[anna-draws-stuff]

Echo - The Emissary's Right Hand 🎭🗡️

[pee-com]

WHY WAS HIS TONGUE OUT FOR THIS UGHHH I WANT THOSE TO BE MY HANDS

[whispertree-coll]

thinking about the fact that in my (semi abandoned) stardew save i married harvey without getting more than one heart with anyone else except i think maybe robin for getting her axe or whatever. like no one else KNOWS my farmer.

do you think maru noticed the engagement ring and didn't ask? or maybe she did, or maybe a patient did, and when harvey was like "yeah i married the farmer who moved into that old plot" they were like "the... the who?"

do you think everyone got wedding invites in the mail and went... harvey got married to who?

it was under a year too, and literally all i do is fish by the river and sometimes the beach. do you think everyone went to the wedding and met this nonverbal freak and it was like "so happy to meet you...!" and the farmer just. nods and then stays glued to harvey's hip.

idk this is really funny to me. someone at the wedding finally bites the bullet and goes "so how did you two meet...?"

"oh he dropped off coffee at the hospital twice a week."

"and.........??"

"and the rest is history!"

"it's really not,"

[mxmade-up]

My moots are so nice. Shoutout to my moots I love you all <3

[pespillo]

The Kingdom of the Red Sun presents.....

"The Ruler´s Reach: A Universe of Love & Hate "

"After the death of the Grand Ruler of demons , siblings find themselves in strife, a sinister plot unravels itself in the streets, the world is coming to its end soon, good witch and horrid demon share blood but not the same goals, yet their hearts beat the same for glory"

Written and Produced by The Demon King in collaboration with humanity Production/Effects/Direction by Adrian Graye Sound by the Royal Bards Orchestra Stage Coordination by Lilith Clawthorne Starring Raine Whispers as "The New Ruler" and Skara Warbler as "Luzura"

[the production went for makeup and practical effects over full bodied concealment spells or big displays of illusion magic]

comments describe the gist of the play as such :

"The Old Grand Ruler is dead, the heir to the throne suspects foul play, Luzura insists it wasnt and it was gonna happen someday, tensions rise with enemies starting to swarm the vulnerable kingdom and Ruler wants to act quick and ruthlessly, Luzura embarks on a journey for more answers. Its all about the siblings slowly drifting from eachother and the warnings of transforming into different people who have to get to know eachother again, the play actually spans for years in it and has like 3 interludes, the ending and climax is as painful as you could imagine."

if you ask how those auditions went , Boscha tried out for any of both main parts but King already had Raine chosen without them knowing, King chose Skara for Luzura because she tried to audition for the music but started crying in the middle of the demo number.

its not that Boscha doesnt know how to act, at least for Ruler she had a lot of drive and potential, but King thinks she doesnt understand the character, and for Luzura he needed someone who was not hardened at all by their circumstances. Skara has a deadly anxiety for acting out for the very first time in public, and Raine is basically gonna force themself out of their own stage fright to help her out in this case, stage chemistry blooms and a good friendship between actors is born (the greatest excuse for me to have bard characters interacting more).

[katabay]

Just out of curiosity, do you like Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, as a play within a play?

Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead is an all time favorite! the film adaption too. a few years ago, there was a point where I was reading the play and watching the movie regularly enough that I could recite most of it off the top of my head lmao