#[hello fourth wall!]

[swivinge]

tired of being cute. look up at me

[walterdecourceys]

svetlana sergievskaya. has anyone else heard of her

[david-talks-sw]

Bit of a random post, but…

The name Ben came up with as a child is "Kylo". If I had to guess, his train of thought was:

Skywalker + Solo = Kylo

I genuinely love that The Rise of Kylo Ren hints that it's not some eldritch moniker but just a "cool name" that a kid came up with. Like, this is probably how JJ Abrams and Lawrence Kasdan came up with the name, and years later: boom, it becomes lore that's tailored to the character's personality. Pretty neat.

[therapardalis]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it the last five blogs in your notifs. Anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog <3

Hmm ...

I have an inherited blood disorder called Thalassaemia minor, but nobody can figure out how I have it, given it apparently comes down through Mediterranean-area families, and neither of my (supposed) parents have that lineage.

I was one of those emotionally abused children who didn't realise that's what was happening until somewhere around their 30s.

I used to have a massive herb garden and would love to again, but I'm not sure I have the energy to maintain it anymore :p

[silikat]

Atop the Fourth Wall and @animatedtext - 1

[swallowtailed]

the spear cuts through water: slaps like hell. act 4 has instantly elevated this book into contention for best thing i’ve read this year

[charlotte-liddel]

Did you gain some weight, Liddel? ¬‿¬

"Going to slap the forth wall for a second here and let you know something important. Commentary directed at me about another version of me, especially the rare ones that don't share the same name public as me, are highly inaccurate and not appreciated."

"Also intentional jokes about weight directed at women are in the poorest of tastes. It's the sort of shit that leads to women having issues with appearance and weight management when you impose standards on them that not all of them can so easily meet."

"So to answer your joke, no I haven't but you certainly don't want to consider how heavy a star can actually be when she isn't bothering to use her magic to not break your planet by standing near it."

[prosciuttulipa]

"Prosciutto," It carries itself over into the kitchen, where a blond man works at the counter, knife stalling. "I'm home."

He knows he has every right to be mad. The culprit comes into view, surprisingly quiet and composed. From what Prosciutto remembers of her, she would've made a ruckus, tripping over ten things and herself before making it to him. But it has been two years. A lot can happen in two years.

She looks friendly but tired, and her smile has dulled, like she's been through something difficult, and is still crawling her way out. "I'm sorry I've been away," and the words are tender and wonderful (he'd almost forgotten her voice). "How have you been? Taking care of yourself?"

"Obviously."

Silence fills up the space as they take a moment to orient themselves. They've been apart, but that doesn't mean they've been unaware. He has felt her change, knows how parts of him no longer fit against her as well as they did. She knows he's felt the push and pull between them, how she occasionally crawls into his arms at night and disappears in the morning, a dream to the both of them.

And yet. She laughs slightly, and the cadence is the same. Right on cue, he finds himself smiling at the sound.

Times have changed the two of them, but enough of them has stayed. He chops up the rest of his ingredients, throws it in the frying pan. "How about staying for dinner?"

The pan sizzles, oil popping like fireworks. "I'd love that."

[askspidertrain]

(To the artist of making this beautiful artwork how’s your hand doing?)

[stageplayhero]

📋 *scampers out*

📋 wishlist meme!

Hey? Hey wait where are you going-

Hm. Let’s see here. You didn’t put a star, but I treated Wren’s like it had a star, so you also get one! Throwing under a read more:

I haven’t actually tossed my Actor-who’s-central-thing-is-pretending-to-be-Damien at a Damien, but it would be interesting! I don’t think his act would hold up against the real deal. If time-weirdness brought Mark to modern!Damien’s doorstep and he tried to pass it off as being an alternate version of him? And as for Dante - Mark loves bothering Darks, naturally. He will gladly poke him for no particular reason.

And I will say: the Captain hasn’t forgotten Wilford’s little comment about doing something to the Life Support Room. They are still mildly concerned by that. To the point they would maybe try to post some people there to watch it, not that it would help. I should also send them over to actually engage with the Moonlight Roller, they were being shy and just left the present there. And have hid in a locker.

Christmas C.arol au! Don’t know what you have in store with Wilford but I’d imagine he isn’t going to have the same approach Asher has had? Mark’s still silently dreading it though. Mark and Wilford interactions in general, really. He’s going to get him back for the twerking dare one of these days.

But also because I’m not sure whether the ask was for some general RP stuff-!

Dream!Captain shenanigans. They’re from an au that’s an extension of the This Must Be a Dream! fake ending, except they never really snap out of it. Basically them gone off the rails.

I should really do more with this blog’s version of I.plier Industries Inc. I’ve given it a cryptic build up, but the actual thing is very over the top. If you’ve seen P.resident B.usiness in The L.ego Movie? I’ll admit that has influenced how I write shady evil companies. It’s like that.

I’ve started to explore it, but Mark getting a foothold against the Entity enough sometimes to realize what he’s done and actually feel bad about it.

[veiledfox]

"Plus, y'know, there's the whole thing of there not even bein' a remote fraction o' as much interaction and activity happenin' o'er here or bein' sent our way as there is o'er there. So there's just a lot less to distract any of us within Bon's mind 'n' all. Lil' hard for Kyuushi to be meetin others with that in mind. But that's all super meta and out-of-character knowledge so I'm the only one who can really bring it up what with my status as the superposition paradox creature."

[amischiefofmuses]

Tactical tag drop, don't mind me.

[misc-muses]

"YOU THINK YOU'RE SAFE BEHIND THE SCREEN BUT I' L L B E W A T C H I N G Y O U"

[semisomni]

CASTLEVANIA: NOCTURNE GOOD!!!

[deadsetobsessions]

Tim Drake had a lot of free time.

In between the time little Timmy was deemed old enough to not need a nanny and his ninth birthday when he got his first film camera, Tim Drake had so much time after school to explore his big, empty house. And so he did, hours upon hours were spent exploring his house.

Mansion, Tim corrects himself. His house isn’t a house. It’s an abandoned mausoleum disguised as a mansion. He intimately knows every creak of the floorboards in the out of the way galleries, every heavy weight curtain shut closed so what little sun that makes it way through Gotham’s gloom is reflected in order to protect the artifacts stored within the walls. Tim probably knows the exact amount of fleur-de-lys on the fourth sitting room’s wall paper- by extrapolation from preexisting data and personal data collection. Basically, he laid on the floor and counted.

Tim had a lot of time. He also had a lot of artifacts to pore over, making stories as he goes and double checking the actual history of the object.

Tim thinks he’s an artifact, almost. To his parents, at least. A child, a thing, they collected at one point in their lives and put on display at the galas they deem worthy to return to Gotham for. Perhaps he’s worth even less, had his parents bothered to look at him more than the lesser art pieces in their storage-mansion. The story everyone knows about him is prerecorded by people who weren’t really there.

Regardless, Tim Drake knows every single corner of his prison mansion. He’s catalogued everything, after all, on a nice spreadsheet. 

And that’s why, as he entered the fifth- and least used- guest bedroom, Tim’s attention immediately cut to the wrong bit of detail. Eyes flickering between the indent on the bed, the mussed- but not terribly dirty- state of the sheets, Tim slowly backed towards the door. His eyes fixed on the spot on the bed, he called out a soft “hello?”

He immediately cringed. He’s not an amateur, and that little “hello” was a mistake that might get him killed.

Tim trembled as the panic set in, tears pooling at his eyes. He wished Batman and Robin were here, they’d know how to-

There’s something appearing on the bed. Tim Drake stares as a glowing figure with white, wispy hair and a black hazmat suit appeared sitting cross crossed on the guest bed. His gloved hands were held out in the universal I-mean-no-harm gesture.

“Don’t- don’t panic!” The thing said, looking rather panicked itself. “I’m, uh, Phantom.”

Tim Drake’s curiosity and mystery-solving mindset slammed down on the toddler’s mind, quickly banishing the fear and panick in favor of interrogating this new, exciting thing.

“I’m Tim. Are you…” Tim frowns, wishing he had Batman’s intimidating growl. “A ghost?”

“Got it in one, kiddo. I’m, uh, not here to harm you. Or steal anything! I just wanted to rest.”

Tim blinked. He decided right then and there that he likes this person. This… Phantom. If his trust was based on the fact that the loneliness was worse than a dead person, no, it wasn’t.

“I thought you sleep when you’re dead..?”

——

Danny stared at the child in front of him, watching the kid- Tim- pout at something. Danny is distracted from the staples holding his ghostly guts from falling out of his non-consensual vivisection when the kid asks him if he’s a ghost.

“Got it in one, kiddo!” Oo, he should tone down the energy. Danny’s too tired right now to maintain that level when speaking to Tim. Now, gotta reassure the kid he means no harm before he reports Danny’s presence to whatever authorities around.

His parents, at best. The cops, at worst.

“I’m, uh, not here to harm you. Or steal anything!” He could tell he landed in some richie rich mansion by the opulent decorations in a seemingly impersonal room alone. “I just wanted to rest.”

Ancients, that had been more honest than he’d wanted. He really was out of it.

“I thought you sleep when you’re dead?”

Danny snorted.

“Yeah, but you can almost never have enough sleep, you know?”

The toddler looks unsure but nods anyways.

“Listen, would you… not tell anyone that I’m here? I’ll be out of your hair soon, promise.

Tim looks like a smart kid. There’s no way he’d fall for-

“Okay.” He fell for it. Danny blinked, stupefied. “My parents won’t be home for a while.”

“What.”

Tim shrugged. “You can stay. The housekeeper is only around a couple of days.”

“You… are you supposed to tell me that?”

Tim sent him a derisive look, clearly bolder now that Danny made no moves to hurt him.

On his cherubic but skinny face, the effect is both adorable and absolutely devastating.

“You’re hurt.” Tim fidgeted with his hands. “I can… I can get you water…?”

His core purred.

“Please. Thanks… Tim?”

The kid beamed at him and left.

Crap. New fraid member it is.

——

Danny, naive: “Surely him trusting strangers is just a one time thing, he’s so well behaved”

Tim, staring Danny in the eyes as he jumps out of the window to go stalk his vigilantes: “I’m gonna go take a walk in Crime Alley”

——

Tim gets Danny water, but it’s tap water from Gotham and is infected with both an ungodly amount of toxins (that doesn’t affect either of them bc one’s dead and the other had been chugging it since they were a baby- Gothamites get bottled water or from Wayne Foundation’s Clean Water Stations) and also like trace amounts of ectoplasm.

Danny: woah this is so healthy water!

Tim, pleased because Danny ruffled his hair: yes, I’m perfect

The rest of Gotham, if they knew: making warding sigils against these two eldritch gods

——

Basically, Danny gets attached and stays mostly because of said attachment but also Danny could see Tim’s budding world dictator tendencies and went yeah gotta curb that