#instead they are seperate

[thegoatsongs]

Mina Murray, May 9, her very first letter:

I have just had a few hurried lines from Jonathan from Transylvania. He is well, and will be returning in about a week. I am longing to hear all his news. It must be so nice to see strange countries. I wonder if we—I mean Jonathan and I—shall ever see them together.

Mina Harker, October 31, heading towards likely (un)death:

The country is lovely, and most interesting; if only we were under different conditions, how delightful it would be to see it all. If Jonathan and I were driving through it alone what a pleasure it would be. To stop and see people, and learn something of their life, and to fill our minds and memories with all the colour and picturesqueness of the whole wild, beautiful country and the quaint people! But, alas!—

She always wanted to travel with Jonathan as a couple so badly. But, alas.

[wardingshout]

clown 1 and clown 2

[rexhya]

Hello i am in love with your prince yandere. If it's up your alley could you make one of us taking off/running away with a hidden lover who isn't anything like Anul and what he would do when finally finding us with the said hidden lover

note — NOT BETA READ

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yandere!prince who's main goal for around 2 weeks is to locate you, he's completely enthralled by your presence and it kills him (literally kills, im serious) every second he's away from you, his immune system has slightly shut down with every passing moment and he's about to lose hope before he could find you.

Anul is glad he hadnt gave up, he's currently on an island, completely secluded from the mainland asking people around if they've seen a woman, h/c hair who reaches up to about his chest. a local shopkeeper points him in the direction of a small cottage home, something quaint and modest. so like you.

he knocks on the door without a second, his heart leaping when he hears your all to familiar voice, "just a moment!"

you open the door without a second thought and your stomach drops. "Anul, w-what are you doing here."

Anul looks at you in confusion, "You've been missing a long time, shouldn't I be asking you that question?"

you don't get a chance to answer before another voice is heard from the inside of the room, asking politely who was at the door, Anul couldnt see the man but he'd heard the deep rumble of his voice, felt the weight of his body.

you flinch, glancing at Anul nervously. he's already begun moving inside by the time your eyes reach him.

pale violet eyes meet icy blue ones, blonde hair and massive shoulders. "who are you?" the man asks suddenly on gaurd when you come stumbling in, anxiety etched on your face.

you stand between the two men as they begin a stare down to each other.

"I'm the Prince of Senttion, who are you."

"Im Jacob, her lover." Anul physically recoils.

"Her what." he spits, inching closer to you and the man you'd been living with for the past few days, despite the man being much larger than you and a hell of a lot more strong you didn't know what your vicious prince would do. and right now he was unpredictable.

"how about we all have some tea!" you interject, praying the both if them would listen, and luckily enough they did.

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your explanation and green tea hadn't made things much better, they were nearly about to kill each other before you called things done. it was final, anul had no other choice but to return home and find someone else for sutible for his tastes, and at first he does. to hurt and emotional unstable to think kf doing abtthing else, but then he comes back, stubborn as ever and ready to make him love you.

step one was to change his appearance, jacob was completely different from him, he had the girthy strength of a bull but the hair of a baby chick, along with and obvious differences in eye color. he hadnt even been aware of the fact that maybe he just wasn't your type, but that was easy, all he had to do was become your type.

easier said than done, he dyes his hair, cut's it short, trains like a dog and wear contacts before showing up at your doorstep to which you are horrified.

"Anul, what..what did you do?"

Anul smiles but it doesn't look the way it's supposed to. to bright, to cheery.

"I changed", he says simply.

"yeah..alot.." you mumble in disbelief, not only was he here but he was drastically different and not in a good way.

Anul frowns, "what, you don't like it?"

"I..." you didn't know what to say. "how about you come inside for a moment, have a drink."

Anul immediately begins looking around in suspicion, "is Jacob here?" he asks bitterly.

you sigh, "no my prince, jacob is out rught now, so if you want to speak with me, do it now or forever hold your peace." anul softened at your words, flicking his eyes over your body in obvious pain.

he stepped inside and as soon as you shut the door wrapped his arms around your waist, breathing into your neck. "Gods, i've missed you [Name], how long has it been since i've held you like this?"

you patted his ahoulder awkwardly, trying to pry him off of you, but it was no use, he was just as strong, if not stronger since the last time you'd seen him.

"Anul please..I, this is inappropriate."

Anul scowled, "why because of james."

"yes because of jocob, i dont think he's appreciate seeing you holding me like this."

anul didn't let go, "god why do you care about him so much anyway, what's he got that i dont! i know sure as hell it isn't the money, and so i thought it was the looks. didn't know you were into blondes by the way. so what is it, he's got some secret talent hidden...or don't tell me..did you have sex with him already! it can't have been good if you did, tell me is wasnt."

you flushed violently and made wild gestures into the general direction of the prince, "dont be so crude! it's just...just..."

anul craddled your face again, tilting his head to try and find your eyes, "just what? you can tell me, i would never judge you..."

but before you could get a chance to answer a switch and click came through the door, there was jacob standing...pieces of wood and grass in his hair, watching another man hold his woman in a rather suspicious position.

"h-how could you..." he speaks, dropping the wood in less than ten seconds flat.

oh no, nonononono! this was completely wrong, it looked, completely wrong.

"jacob wait!" but he was already gone, you pushed anul away in desperation but you didn't run after him, not while the problem was behind you.

"why did you come here...to ruin this? to ruin my life.." you wondered a loud.

anul snuck his hands around you, a grin invisible to you spread acorss his face. "i didn't come here to ruin you or your life, i came hete to ruin what was getting between us, and out life. and right now, i'd say this ia a job well done. "

[nightwinghater]

LMAOOOOO ROCK THAT SHIRT MISA

[koolaidashley]

I think prodigy Leo’s Big Character Arc would be like. Just being a hero in general. He was NOT into the idea 🙁🙁🙁

[herbcitty]

Here’s my @heropartnerweek make for days 2&3, species swap (squirtle has become sprigatito) and trust!

A little piece for my best friend bc it’s nearly our ten year friend-iversary. =)

[luna-loveboop]

HI

Time poll! I've separated Time into three parts, posted ereyesterday, yesterday, and today- what his physical age is, what his mental age is, and how big the gap between is. It's about time we saw each others thoughts on this hehehe >:)

Choose what is closest to what you think (in canon)

Quick refresh, there's a longer explanation below-the Hero of Time's mental age is more than his physical age by the time it took for him to complete his journeys. Due to time travel, he ended both Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask in the same body as when he started.

The gap between his ages is the amount of time he's spent time travelling- at least both his adventures.

Edit: And vote based on the numbers, not the words in the options!

I have tried. So hard to figure out good numbers for this. ....I hope I did ok TT

Evidence so far in Lu on Time's age:

-he is the oldest

-his mental age is different than his physical age-his mental age is MORE THAN his physical age. The difference is determined by how long his adventures were. This is because he time traveled- adding years to his memory and life lived, but ended up in his original child body by the end.

-He had to 'grow up again' with years of life from his journeys not shown in his physical age, hence the difference.

-Jojo put him as 'an older adult age' because in his games he was a child, teen, then child again, then more child while not changing from child, then we next saw him as the hero's shade, which is a skeleton ghost thingy, aka really old.

-the boys take bets on his age and apparently think he's 60 (making 60 an essential option in the polls)

-idk if you caught in there- from 'Malon 2', Epona was specified to be an older adult horse in Lu, having lived with Time from a fairly young horsie in Majora's Mask. So for numbers, this factors into his age because the time since his journey is comparable to Epona's. For reference horses live to 30 years on average.

Aaand I will be copy and pasting the explanation on his poll posts, sorry, I don't want to write this out every time.

-this does not account for his 7 year sleep at the beginning of Ocarina of Time. His sleep did not have an effect on his current bodies physical age, nor his mental age. For his total time with years he has lived (outside of this poll), that would add seven years.

All the art and words are from Jojo @linkeduniverse au :D

Time 1

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...Here's a drawing- this one's my favourite

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[tobythetrashytrash]

I keep thinking about how Ezio's Family became the overall theme song for Assassin's Creed, and it upsets me so much. I've got nothing against the song, I love it and it's a beautiful song, but in my head that's Ezio's song, and it feels so wrong to hear that song in games he's not a part of, if that makes sense.

[meamiki]

a combo(s pretzel),,, will save him,,, from being K.O.

[the context/idea of this is from a stream i was on with a friend!!]

((link to stream/vods post below, since it was posted separately))

streams over! heres is the link to the stream post from my main. done separately due to being rated mature tho ASFADA

[radioactive-yuri]

"there was no way for arthur to save yellow and really he didn't want to be saved at all" and "arthur constantly comparing yellow to john, someone yellow does not remember, and telling him that no matter what he does, he'll never be john, and he'll never be good enough, ultimately contributed to yellow's inability to change" are opinions that not only can co-exist, but actually must. inside my mind.

[quinntheratt]

so i heard we're making Circusclan ocs now. yes, i know the clan already has a leader, no i don't care.

here's Masqueradestar the ringmaster, and her cringefail loser son Jesterpaw!

@circus-clangen

[total-drama-brainrot]

Obsessed with what hypothetical terror trio Noah Izzy and Sierra would look like

This is how I envision the Terror Trio becoming friends.

* In the Celebrity Manhunt episode, Sierra mentions a rumour about Noah having false teeth- it's later revealed that Izzy's the one who's been feeding Sierra 'information' on the cast. So Izzy was the one to spread the rumour. That's why Noah gives her a look here, he knows Izzy's been airing his secrets.

[splishsplashsploshing]

I'm torn between yay women character-> mother pipeline and the yay women character-> people better not make her being a mother her entire characterisation and role mentality

[zincbot]

i'm a huge huge fan of the dynamics and story that's present in the dreemur's divorce in deltarune. what a core for a story to be built around.

[kirishwima]

i bought rounded sunglasses (like Gojo's yes I'm a simp, moving on) and now every photo I take w them in frame feels like it could be on Gojo's IG reel

example:

[unfinishedslurs]

every robin gets a freebie

reverse robins in the aftermath of the death of filipe garzonas

A CD was in the mail within the next week, blank but for a note that slipped out when the envelope was opened. You should really trust in your birds more often, B. Learn from your mistakes for once. 

Jason felt bile in his throat. It was body cam footage, blurry and half obscured, of Robin and Garzonas on the roof. Footage that still clearly showed Garzonas taking a too-far step back, Robin lunging to reach him, and then…

But that’s not what happened, Jason doesn’t say. His tongue feels swollen and thick in his mouth. 

Batman takes off the cowl solemnly. “Jaylad,” he says. “Jason. I’m so sorry for doubting you. I never should have…”

He can’t be here anymore. He can’t be in this cave, can’t stand Bruce looking at him like that, can’t stand to even be in the vicinity of the Robin uniform he no longer deserves. 

He bolts for the exit.

“Jason!” he hears Bruce call, but he doesn’t stop. He can’t. Not even when he nearly runs into Alfred, not when Damian tries to grasp his arm, not when Duke asks him what’s wrong or when Tim yelps in surprise and drops his cane jumping out of the way. He just runs, out the manor door and into the night. 

For a split second the figure on the roof is overlaid with Gloria. Beautiful, resigned Gloria, who was so scared of what Felipe would do to her that she would do anything to stop it. 

Then he blinks, and he’s on the rooftop with the Spoiler. 

“Relax,” Spoiler says, “I’m not gonna jump. I'm only three steps into my five-step plan for world dominance. Can’t leave that unfinished. Imagine the paperwork.”

“I dunno.” Jason’s hands are shaking. “You seem like the kinda freak who would enjoy that.”

Spoiler lowers her mask, and Stephanie Brown smiles at him. 

“How did you do it?”

“Do what?”

“You know.” His voice wavers. “You know. You know what I did. How did you…why did you…what was the reason?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes!”

“Call it tradition then, I guess.” Steph sounds almost amused. “Robin’s flock together.”

“But you don’t like me.”

“Who told you that?”

No one, but she doesn’t exactly go out of her way to talk to Jason. He just kind of assumed. 

Tim’s awkward around him. Sometimes they’re fine, like when he wandered into the library where Jason was and asked if he wanted to get ice cream together. Other times he wouldn’t see him for three weeks. Jason tries not to think about the nights Tim has had dreams that left him cackling loud enough to wake Jason up the couple times he’s stayed the night at the Nest, or the things he heard Tim shout about little birds and broken nests when he was fear gassed. 

It kind of sucks, being your brother's biggest trigger. 

(Those three weeks may be a case of mutual avoidance, but Jason will never admit it.)

When he doesn’t say anything, Steph sighs. “How much do you know about when I was Robin?”

“Uh,” he says, caught off guard, “not much, I guess?” He knows that it was because something was going on with Tim. That’s about it, really. He asked once, when he was still new to Robin and the Manor. He didn’t ask again after he saw the look on Tim’s face. 

“Bruce didn’t really want me. Damian didn’t think I was worthy of the mantle, and took every chance he could to remind me. Tim was pissed at me for it. None of them wanted me there, and I tried so hard to prove them wrong. To be the Robin I knew I could be.”

That…can’t be right. The few times he had asked about Stephanie Brown, Tim had nothing but good words to say. Bruce and Damian spent so much time wallowing in their regrets it was insane. For her to say nobody wanted her there, when her absence was a shadow that followed them constantly around Wayne Manor, was baffling. 

Steph looks down at the helmet in her hands. “All I wanted was their approval, and it made me stupid. I overestimated myself. That’s how you get killed in this game, kid. Don’t get too cocky for your britches, and all that.”

Jason is shaking again by the time they get to the Nest. He hesitates at the window, sending a pleading look to Spoiler that she completely ignores ushering him in. 

Tim spins around in his tricked out gaming chair, frown pulling oddly against the wide scars on his cheeks. He flicks his comm off. “Steph?” Then his eyes found Jason. “Jason! Thank God, we were starting to get worried about you. Duke told everyone to give you space, but…”

His mouth is too dry to say anything in response, so he just shrugs. Tim tilts his head, examining him, before looking at Spoiler questioningly. 

She takes off her mask again, lowering her hood and shaking out her hair. “We need some help,” she explains, and nudges Jason forward. 

He stays stubbornly in his place, head tilted towards the floor. Steph sighs. “If you don’t tell him,” she says, “I will.”

He whips his head around. “You promised!”

“My name is literally The Spoiler.” She bares her teeth at him. “I get that you’re nervous, kid, but I do not have time for this.”

“For what?” Tim says. God, Tim’s going to be like a dog with a bone with this. He’s never met a mystery he didn’t want to solve. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

“I killed Filipe!” He blurts out and freezes, moving immediately to hide behind Spoiler. She doesn’t let him, grabbing his shoulder and holding him firmly to the spot. 

Tim gapes at him. “You…” he trails off, slowly turning to Steph, who holds his gaze steadily. “The footage?”  

“I have connections.”

“Of course you do.” He rubs a hand over his face. “How are we playing this?

What?

“We keep going along with what’s been presented to him,” Spoiler responds without hesitation. “B’s paranoid, but he’s also the king of denial. There’s no doctoring on the tape itself, he won’t look any deeper.”

“And Damian?”

“Like he gives a shit.”

“True,” he admits. “Duke wouldn’t care enough to check either way, so that just leaves Cass.”

Steph swears. “Fuck, Cass. Do you think she’ll say something?”

“Yes. Ugh, yes she will. Fuck.”

“Think you can talk some sense into her?”

“Maybe.” He squints at Jason. “I’ll probably play up the ‘ridden by guilt’ and ‘will never happen again’ angle. He definitely reads it.”

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Jason finally says, lungs fighting for air. “I—I killed someone!”

“Not according to Bruce, you didn’t.” Tim tells him. 

“You want me to lie?”

“Yes.”

He looks at Steph imploringly, begging her to explain, but she doesn’t even look at him. “Chill out, kid,” she says, “We all get a freebie.”

“Damian got more than a freebie,” Tim points out. 

“He’d tell you it was his right as the blood son.”

“Stop joking!” He shouts, chest heaving for air. “Just—stop it! Why aren’t you telling Bruce? Why are you making plans to lie to him? What’s wrong with you?”

Tim exchanges a heavy look at Steph, before reaching his hand out to Jason. Jason takes it, trembling. 

“Plenty of vigilantes have to make hard choices when it comes to stopping people the law can’t touch,” he tells Jason gently. “I work with people who all choose different things. When it comes to people like Garzonas, who will keep doing it over and over with no remorse…it’s not a method I recommend, but sometimes there’s only one way to stop them. If Robin made that choice, I wouldn’t blame him.”

He can’t stop the tears from welling in his eyes, because this is Tim Drake saying it. Damian was the first Robin, yeah, and Steph left her undeniable mark with her cheer and wit, but Tim wore the mantle twice. He made it into something new, something a bit brighter in the dark nights. Then, after Steph, he made it into a memory. Bright yellow for her hair. Red for Superboy. Even after they both came back Jason wore their colors, because Robin was persistence, and spirit, and clever words followed by hard punches, and bravery and a million other things, but it was also hope and love and remembrance for the lost. 

He wouldn’t forget that. “Why are you so okay with this?”

“You know I’ve had to make that choice too.”

Jason almost laughs, but refrains. He’s heard the stories. “Never sounded like much of a choice.”

“It was.” His eyes snap to Tim’s at the sudden edge to his voice, and Tim meets his eyes carefully. “I was fully aware of what I was doing. It’s not something I’ll ever do again, but it was my choice, and I won’t have that taken from me.” 

“I don’t think I can be Robin anymore.”

“Well, we all have to give it up sometimes.”

“Are we really doing this?” Tim asks, after he thinks Jason has fallen asleep. 

Jokes on him, Jason doesn’t think he’s gonna sleep ever again. 

“Are you seriously getting cold feet now? I thought you loved lying to Bruce.”

“I don’t love lying to Bruce, it’s just—“

“‘—necessary sometimes,’” she finishes. “Whatever. Like you don’t love the thrill of it.”

Tim doesn’t bother denying it. “This isn’t just lying to B, Steph. This is—are we really going to cover up a murder?”

The room drops ten degrees. 

“If you’re not going to back me on this, we can go somewhere else. Don’t want you getting your hands dirty or anything,” she sneers. 

“You know I’ve always got your back,” Tim says. Jason thinks back to what Spoiler told him earlier about her time as Robin, and wonders if that might not be as irrefutable a truth as he’d always thought it was. “I’m worried about Jason.”

“You wouldn’t need to be if you would just help him out—“

“You saw him. The kid looks like a ghost. He looks like I did. Don’t—no, Steph, I’m serious. I’m worried about him. At least I didn’t have to hide that I killed the Joker. You think keeping this bottled up will be good for him? It’s going to kill him.”

“The alternative is telling Batman that his precious Robin killed someone. You remember how that went last time?”

There’s a long pause, and then he hears Tim hiss an exhalation behind clenched teeth. “Don’t bring that into this. Jason’s not me.”

“That’s the fucking problem. You were his golden boy—“

“Seriously? You think I was the golden boy?”

“I’m hardly his favorite,” Tim scoffs. “Jason is.”

There’s a shocked silence. Then Stephanie scoffs. “You can’t seriously be jealous.“

“I’m trying to tell you it’ll be different from me. Have you seen him with Jason?” He waits, but Steph doesn’t answer. “He laughs. He laughs, he smiles, he’s fucking…happy. Jason makes him happy. I never did that. None of us ever—“

“Jesus, Tim,” Steph says roughly. “You made him plenty happy. Damian, Cass, Duke, you all make him laugh—“

“Not like Jason does.”

“You willing to risk the kid on that?”

A beat, and Tim sighs. “No. But it’s different now. Jason has us. All of us. It wouldn’t be like last time.”

“Jason’s not me.” He pauses, almost like he’s debating what he’ll say next, before he says, “He’s not you, either.”

Steph stays silent for so long Jason wonders if she climbed out the window and left. 

Finally, she exhales. “He’s not you, and he’s not me,” she agrees, “but Bruce is always going to be Bruce.”

They sit in silence for a long moment. Finally Steph speaks up. “Are you really jealous of him?”

“No, Steph. Jesus.”

“You’re such a liar.” It’s affectionate this time, though, clearly poking fun. 

Tim sighs, heavier than the teasing warrants. “It’s not him. It’s not him, and it’s not you, I just…I was never able to give up Robin on my own terms. I never…I never got to feel like I was putting it down. It never stopped feeling like—“

Stephanie doesn’t say anything. Eventually, one of the chairs slides back, and Jason hears a cane clacking on the ground. A cabinet opens. “Did you want coffee?”

“What happened to those awful sodas you were addicted to?”

“I assumed you wouldn’t want one,” Tim responds, voice dry. There’s no indication of their discussion in either of their tones. “Considering the first thing you ever did in this apartment was go through all my stuff and make fun of my taste.”

“Fuck it. I’m feeling abominable tonight, I should have something to fit the mood.”

“Shut up.” The fridge opens and shuts, and there’s a quiet thunk like a hand catching something out of midair. Then two drinks crack open. 

“God, I forgot how awful these were.”

(some undetermined amount of time later)

Bruce: Dick you can’t kill Tony Zucco. Batman and Robin do not kill.

Dick: Steph said Robin gets a freebie >:(

Bruce: 

Bruce:

Bruce: STEPHANIE-