#without fucking fail

[ruby-white-rabbit]

Me: *has a favorite character*

Favorite character: *dies*

Me:

[dandelion-stuff-and-fluff]

I really wish I didn't need to slog through 2-3 days of feeling mad and sad and hopeless about everything every month before I remember that it's the PMDD and I'm not actually a terrible, friendless, monster who everyone secretly fucking hates.

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[spiralcloudpassage]

the only thing stupider than an american is a european who chooses to live here on purpose

[bee-ina-boat]

someone: hey dont be mean to others on my behalf! be kind!

their fans for some reason:

[greenglowinspooks]

The way that I’m brainrotting over a DCxDP crossover with a Danny who’s a vengeful villain rn

Like, let’s just say that the GiW finally get into contact with the JL. They need help neutralizing a threat, you see, and they’re on their last limb trying to keep civilians safe.

They have video evidence! They have studies to back their claims! The JL have to help them!

Unfortunately, the JL believe them. They join a fight against Danny, and defeat him due to being far more experienced than he is. Danny is locked away and experimented on by the GiW.

That would CHANGE a person. Your heroes turning against you and seeing you as a monster, being experimented on for who knows how long, not knowing if your friends and family are safe.

Danny gets out due to a simple mistake on the GiW’s part; having Blüdhaven as part of their transport route.

Of course the trucks were attacked, they’re government property!

So now, whoever decided to raid the government transport trucks (the Penguin or something) has a ton of experimental weapons with no idea how they work, and a heavily traumatized teenager.

Danny knows how they work. Danny can be useful! They won’t throw him out if he’s useful! And so, now Danny is working for the Penguin, altering the ectoplasm weapons to make them work on humans.

It’s a good deal for both parties. Danny gets to neurotically imprint on the Penguin like a small baby animal, and the Penguin gets a brilliant mind who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

But eventually, Danny finds out what happened to his family in his absence.

Jazz is in Arkham. Not as a psychologist, but as a “patient.” Apparently, she snapped and completely destroyed the house, leveled a few blocks of Amity Park, and conducted organized attacks on government bases (mostly GiW) for months.

Sam and Tucker helped her, eventually splitting once Jazz was captured. Sam travels to areas of extreme pollution, completely overgrowing them with her plant powers. Currently she’s in the Amazon rainforest, engaging in an ongoing feud with logging companies. Sam is winning.

Tucker faked his death, and Danny has no idea where he is. He only knows that the death wasn’t real because of a code that the three of them made together, just in case.

Ellie’s trapped in the Infinite Realms. Danny had a failsafe in place so that if she was ever cornered by the GiW, she would be sent to her haunt in the GZ. However, with the portal destroyed, she can’t come back. Danny just hopes she’s okay.

His parents are now top GiW scientists. They’re traveling the country giving speeches. They’re working on a battery powered by ectoplasm, but apparently started “having difficulties” around the same time that Danny escaped.

None of it is fair. None of it is right.

The Justice League destroyed his life, the lives of his friends, and they’re doing as good as ever. The GiW is respected, and his parents are happily working away for them.

Danny takes up some of his more experimental weapons and breaks Jazz out of Arkham. She’s a little different now, colder and more quiet, but she still loves him all the same. It’s an unimaginable comfort to him to see his sister again.

He can’t use his powers anymore. He’s so used to associating them with pain that even transforming into his ghost form is enough to take him down for hours.

However, he understands ectoplasm more than anyone else in the world. He knows how to use it in virtually everything; how it can become a weapon, how it can be used as a supplemental ingredient in poisons and nerve agents, how it can twist and distort the mind if applied correctly.

He doesn’t care what happens to him. He’s going to take down the GiW, and destroy the lives of the JL members who helped lock him away, just as they did to him.

No matter the cost.

[papanowo]

get a grip loverboy !!!

[bixels]

Bit of a weird question, but what is your overall least favorite thing about MLP? 

Sparity.

[zephyrins]

I want Luka to believe Till is absolutely broken and depressed but Till casually walks onto the scene and blows everyone up with the most heavy metal song ever

[lifeintheeleventhdimension]

The Expression of Limits chatting to the version of herself NOT looping, but who's still aware of her...'gothic double' due to Limit leaving 'homework' (in the form of permanent notes in Odile's book) for the whole party so she + Siffrin (who IS the one looping in this AU) don't keep needing to explain things.

Mostly this is just poking at the question of wishes in a timeline that Odile DIDN'T learn this off Siffrin, and wondering how often someone accidentally makes a wish, because seriously that HAS to happen occasionally.

Even if it likely doesn't have the power to go as badly wrong as in Limit's case.

Also 'Satoshi' is Odile's 'other/second' name in this AU, working the reference to her having another name (not directly state) in the game. As her mother was Vaugardian the fact that she got one feminine name and one masculine one sounds reasonable enough, even if by likely naming practices of the country having two names is rare (at least if Ka Bue's naming conventions are also inspired by Japan's naming practices), and it's a bit unfortunate that the Vaugardian name was feminine one.

Limit is extremely disinterested in being called Odile at this point...or calling the other young/non-looping, version of her that name either.

Hence the compromise of Satoshi, for all that it is NOT a compromise that Odile would have agreed to, if Limit had asked.

[thebramblewood]

Master Straud? Oh, Lilith, that's embarrassing for you.

Previous / Next

Lilith: Master Straud, if you’ll just hear me out-

Vlad: I’ve heard you, girl. Your pleas have been relentless. But you seem incapable of hearing me when I tell you it’s a bad idea.

Lilith: You only say that because you’ve decided you hate him, though you’ve never once attempted to truly get to know him.

Vlad: How can you say I hate him when I’ve allowed him to stay? Mortals are immediately marked for death in this place — and yet he lives. Because he’s been under my protection.

Lilith: [rolls eyes] Oh, please. It’s hardly out of the kindness of your heart. You just know I wouldn’t stay without him. [in exasperation] Why not initiate the transfer? He wouldn’t be at risk anymore. He wouldn’t be your responsibility.

Vlad: If he were my fledgling, he’d be doubly my responsibility. He’s a soft boy, Lilith, timid, weak. This existence requires a degree of brutality he does not possess. He serves us better as a familiar.

Lilith: He knows precisely what it entails, and he still wants it. I’ll do it myself if I must.

Vlad: I can guarantee he’ll be unhappy — if he survives. Besides, I remain unconvinced you possess the discipline to-

Lilith: I won’t hurt him! I love him. [pleadingly] He understands me in a way no one else ever will. I need him by my side — forever.

Vlad: [amused] Is it him who wants it more or you? [resigned sigh] Well, I’ll hardly stand in your way if you wish to attempt it. But I’ll be curious to see if you’re singing the same tune after you’ve spent a century together — that is, if you succeed.

-

Lilith: It’s time.

Caleb: He tried to talk you out of it again.

Lilith: Of course he did. He envies the bond between us, even if he’ll never admit it. His jealousy eats away at him. But he’ll soon outgrow his use to us. We’ll be powerful together. Now, are you ready?

Caleb: [shakily] I’m ready.

Lilith: Don’t be nervous, brother. When you wake, eternity will stretch before you, and it will be beautiful. You trust me, don’t you?

Caleb: [murmurs noncommittally]

Lilith: When have I ever let you down?

[kiwowiwo]

Whenever a love interest for Wilson is introduced they’re only there so house can do his little jealous girlfriend routine and be miserable about the fact that Wilson has other people in his life now before the girlfriend of the season disappears from the plot and Wilson and House get to be gay and codependent again

[moki-dokie]

furries would not be where they are today if not for dragoneer. even before he created FA, he was carving out spaces where the tiny niche that were furries could feel safe and have fun. one dude. you can trace practically every modern furry community back to one individual guy and the relentless work he did. given how tied to the lgbt+ community furries have become, i sincerely hope his name is one that becomes immortalized in queer history. what a fucking legacy.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Coach Beard has a secret Traitors Club. It consists of himself, Nate and Jamie, ie people who have (at least in the opinion of one Willis Beard) betrayed Ted Lasso – but who have also learned the error of their ways through the goodness of Ted’s gentle heart.

(Yes, yes, you might argue that Jamie’s insulting remarks about Ted in 1x10 is a reasonable reaction to what, from Jamie’s POV, looks like Ted unreasonably dumping him, but a, I’m not sure that Beard knows that, and b, I’m not sure that Beard cares about that. You might also argue that Nate and Jamie have both learned a lot of stuff from people other than Ted, but: see the a and b of the previous sentence. And anyway, this is Beard’s club and you don’t get a say in his absurd selection criteria.)

Beard doesn’t inform anyone of the club’s existence. That includes the other members, Nate and Jamie, who just suddenly finds themselves regularly invited out for drinks with the most mysterious man either of them have ever met.

There are a lot of weird but oddly good talks about feelings. There are silences neither Jamie nor Nate know what to do with. And then there’s the football strategy chatter, which unites them all in a wild and eager frenzy, and an unexpected but pleasant sense of shared understanding.

Nate think it’s nice that Beard wants to hang and he’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth anyway, so he doesn’t question the set-up. Jamie generally assumes that given the choice anyone would always choose to hang with him always, so. He’ll indulge his coach. They have a shared love of trivia.

Eventually Beard learns of Rebecca’s early transgressions, and (secretely) inducts her into the secret club. Club meetings get a whole lot more interesting from there on out.

[actuallyredrobin]

alright. i can’t hold my silence any longer. i’m going to say it.

when Nightwing drives the batmobile he plays the glee cover of somebody that i used to know

every. damn. time.

[whump-queen]

glasses whump cuz jinkies bitch I can’t see without my glasses

whumpee flinching too early or too late.

whumper making a big show of crushing their glasses underfoot

whumpee feeling a hand on their shoulder and jumping because they can just barely see the dark shape behind them but can’t make out their shadowed features.

a whumpee losing their glasses privileges early-on in capture. maybe they go years unable to clearly see their captor’s face.

a whumpee who hasn’t been able to read anything in years. anything short of a big headline is just jumbled black shapes. maybe they can’t even read a phone screen. could they call for help even if they had the chance? the feeling of uselessness at finally getting access to a laptop or a phone, only to find they can barely even see the icons on the screen. they get caught before they can even type in the password.

whumper trying to console them, promising whumpee they don’t have to worry about their vision any longer. there is nothing worth seeing apart from whumper.

glasses-less whumpee finally escaping into the big outside world. unable to read steeet signs, bumping into strangers, wandering into the street and getting nearly hit by cars. drawing so so much attention. panicking because they didn’t realize just how blind they really are, out here. just how unprepared. how useless. almost like they’re better off back with whumper. where things were painful, but at least predictable.

if they get a recovery arc, give me that moment where they finally put on a new pair again, and remember what it’s like to see, to feel like themselves. to be out of the dark and the fog, to finally feel like a person again.