#center splits

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - Symphony of Sorcery

[lesbianaang]

my main critique of yellowjackets is that the writers team would benefit from more lesbians. i mean this both in that more characters should be queer, but also that it’s baffling to me how often, particularly with the adult storylines, we are cutting back to and centering men on this show. i think it’s pretty obvious that the yellowjackets and their relationships to each other NEED to be the center of the show, but that feels a bit minimized when we are frequently focusing on the yellowjackets’ relationships to jeff or walter or travis or the fucking cops or dead adam! like what was the point of isolating the adult yellowjackets in the middle of the woods FINALLY together if all the men were going to invade the reunion before it got anywhere interesting anyways? WHY are we bothering to talk about them, when there is YEARS of betrayal and sisterhood and jealousy and regret and longing to unpack with them together?

[cutiee-blo]

Bozava

[puppetmaster13u]

@f4nd0m-fun here (I hope they allow us to ask with secondary blogs soon)

Just how wild do you like your Batfam cryptids? I've got ideas for days.

One is a wing fic where all the bats essentially end up half demon. Thomas and Martha make a deal with Alfred to help fix the city and clean up the curses and everything, and. Alfred asks for 'the souls of your descendants' at the point, not caring much for humanity but hoping to get ahead of those pesky demons in his soul collection (so and so said he has Constantine's soul but that's only a piece! What about a bunch of souls that have been tainted by the spirit of a city that has never had reason to hope? Now those are some rare and dark souls).

The Waynes were hoping he'd take their souls instead but he refuses (maybe they're too full of hope or something) but, over time, he grows attached and ends up giving Bruce a shard of his power, allowing him to transform into a demonic winged form based on an animal for his protection after his parents die. When he's young the form is a snowy owl, but once he come back and became Batman his wings have changed. Each of the babies is the same way. As Robin, they gain their baby wings, but, once they move to a new name, their wings evolve.

'The Demon's Head' isn't just a fancy title, the Al'ghul's are demon descended, so Damien is at least a quarter demon even at the beginning, but Alfred's power can't be passed genetically like they thought, so he was born grounded. In this, he shows up sooner, Talkia asking Jason to take Damien with him to his father since she knows her father will kill him for being wingless.

Tim, poor baby. He couldn't fly as Robin because his wings were a shattered mimicry of Jason's Robin wings. He felt like he was in the shadow of the previous Robin, making the 'replacement' nickname sting even more, but, eventually, he grows into the wings of a cardinal and learns to fly.

I'm not sure if Alfred marks Barbara as his person, but if not, maybe he regrets not doing so, thinking that she might not have ended up paralyzed if he'd given her power. But also she's not really considered a 'Wayne descendant' life the kids Bruce adopted, so he'd have to directly make the deal with her. Maybe he does this with Stephanie when she comes along, still thinking about how Barbara might've been better off with a deal. Also, he keeps trying to hold off on gathering their souls because he's grown attached. I figure he'd probably end up wanting to turn them into proper demons too tho when they eventually die but, for now, until the city has been restored (if it ever will be), the Batfam is essentially immortal, and Alfred might be pulling some strings so no one realizes the Waynes are as well. As a side note, I debated Alfred x Lady Gotham for this story.

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Then I had a dpxdc version of this where the wings were still demonic in origin but basically Scarecrow and Bruce are many many family lines removed cousins from an ancestor who was siblings with Jack Nightingale. On top of that, Danny had wings but they got charred when he was electrocuted. This one also has Clock x Pariah and they have wings due to something to do with ghosts, Danny gets a cloak made out of their feathers while his ghost side slowly grows its own wings (but he'll never have wings as a living again).

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Sorry for the long send, I got a bit carried away, but if you want I can dig up my AU again and share what I have for the wings at least, not sure what else I've got written down.

#colony of bats AU

Honestly I love both of these ideas, but what if they were say, combined.

Alfred gifts Bruce a shard of his power- everyone knows the Waynes have wings, even if in most cases too small to fly. But the wings are feathered, usually bright and flashy for the men who inherit the trait.

Which means they're very identifiable. But like you said, Alfred gets (ugh) attached to this little mortal. He's practically raised him and honestly thinks it's adorable watching him manipulate the other richfolk at galas into thinking he's such a "polite young man." Bruce is practically his baby!

So he gifts him a bit of his blood (which we know via Constantine can extend ones lifespan including giving them a bit of healing) and an itty bitty piece of his own power. Just enough for Bruce to be able to willingly call upon it. Just enough for him to disappear into shadows. Just enough for his eyes to gain a hint of an unholy glow. Just enough for a hint of claws. Just enough for feathered wings to shift into jagged mimicries of his own.

You know what could be an interesting thing? The wings are Realms in origin. We know the FentonNightingales separated into the Fentons and Nightingales some time after Jack, so whose to say that the Nightingales didn't get into magic. Perhaps they were given a gift to thank them after a bit of protection or assistance. And the infinite realms are well, infinite. It attaches to all worlds, including say the more demonic ones. But whose to say none of the Fentons made a deal or three in the generations following. They were witch hunters after all, perhaps they need something to keep up with the "traitors" of their bloodline.

Perhaps a deal which resulted in those matching wings.

Now, how could they find out their relation with the Fentons? While there could be the adoption route, what if instead it was right after Danny's accident.

He died screaming, visibly got electrocuted, his wings are torched, there's no way they're not taking him to the hospital. Which means things like blood tests, maybe even a donated organ or two because someone doesn't get blasted with that much electricity without consequences.

Which, it's the batfamily, they definitely have alarms set up for any sort of family pings for both themselves and their rogues. Just in case.

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Also had no idea where to put it but if this includes demons and ghosts feeding on fear, or emotions in general, then Scarecrow could be instinctively attempting to feed and grow his wings. Also he deserves raven or rook wings. Maybe a jay's if you wanna go for color.

Oh my gosh, even if Alfred and Gotham don't get together, they definitely have tea together and spar. They're definitely co-parenting either platonically or romantically, it doesn't matter this is their specialist lil boy. Who then brings even more of the specialist lil ones ever!

God I love the implications of Clockwork and Pariah creating a cloak of wings for a ghostling for them to use as their feathers slowly grow back. Love what that implies for the culture of the ghost zone. Love the idea of it maybe having an influence on Danny's wings in ghost form since a ghost's appearance is influenced by their image about themself.

[cozycryptidcorner]

ya'll are not going to believe this. my bedframe has survived five years, 3 moves, over 3,000 miles, solid wood, bought it for dirt cheap in a sale, has been broken and mgguyvered like thirty times, has had an air mattress on it for the past nine months, but as soon AS SOON as I can afford an actual mattress guess what. guess what. a month of finally sleeping on a mattress and guess what happens.

[witches-come]

I don't like genital preference discourse because 99 percent of the time it's a cis person who made up a hypothetical pro trans argument and got mad at it.

[dangan-radio]

zombieland dangan. this will come with a fic but i want to finish a few more chapters before i start uploading it

[frodispatch]

Glinda and Fiyero mirror each other.

They each say they’re prefect, and the other is perfect so they must be perfect together, when that’s simply an illusion, a facade put up by both, when in reality they’re both missing what the other one has. (would be better split up to find what they both respectively need. Like a Mike and Eleven in Stranger Things situation.)

Fiyero, i’m not the first to point out, is depressed. he needs not the love from another, he knows how to feel that and can easily, he needs to find out how to love himself.

Glinda is the opposite. She knows how to love herself, how to see herself as worthy, but she craves love from someone else, someone who can understand her. she calls out to this at the very beginning of the musical.

Fiyero doesn’t need Elphaba, and their relationship doesn’t really work or beyond the reading of easy romance. They don’t allow each other to grow, which both of them need to do to be happy, in my opinion.

Fiyero doesn’t need someone else, he needs to find himself and escape his spiral of consuming boredom and nothingness. (His purpose will be to reunite Oz, he’s the scarecrow! but that’s unimportant at the moment)

Glinda however needs Elphaba. she’s the only one who can see through her and who knows her. Elphie can love Glinda and Glinda will finally feel it.

None of their stories are done where the musical ends.

sorry this was ranty, gotta let free the feelings. Lesbians, am i right?

(Glinda and Fiyero only build upon their facades, and can never see each other, and Elphie and Fiyero pull each other back stuck in a relationship, not allowing each other to grow, where Glinda and Elphaba have “changed” each other, in the way that they both finally feel seen, and feel loved like neither has been able to feel before.) AAAH stop over analyzing and go to bed!

[demonic-shadowlucifer]

ive ranted about this on threads already, but I need to complain about it here too, this whole "cishets dont belong at pride" and this whole telling bi girls to leave their cishet bfs at home... kinda defeats the point of pride and is still very fucking exclusionary. first off... do you guys want allies to show up or not? do you want allies to stand up or not? second, we need to get rid of the whole "cishet = not queer" mindset. aspec cishets exist. abrosexual cishets exist. intersex cishets exist. some nonbinary people consider themselves cishet. some cishets use the split attraction model as well. and that's not even getting into the cishets who have or are currently questioning their orientation or gender.

Also... when it comes to the cishet partners debate, I've noticed it's only bi girls being told to leave their cishet bfs at home, but never the other way around. Wonder why... 🤔 And sidenote, don't give me the whole "comfort" bullshit. I get being concerned about cishets causing trouble at pride, but if that were the case, why would their partner bring them in the first place? And if you get uncomfortable by seeing a bi individual with their cishet partner at pride, both of whom very happy together and accepting, I'm sorry but that's a personal problem you need to deal with yourself. (And also... if you think you can tell who's cishet and who isn't just by looking at them, or if you think you have to be a certain level of queer to go to pride... maybe you're the one who shouldn't go).

(TL;DR: the whole "cishets shouldn't go to pride convo" isn't doing anything to help queer folks feel more comfortable, in fact it's only biphobic, extremely exclusionist, and reeks of misogyny too).

[bigmammallama5]

Do you sell your pottery anywhere?

Just through the shop of the community arts center I make/work/teach at! Right now it looks like my tumblers and a mug are still there, but I'm not completely sure since the website has been wonky lately. I guess?? They ship? I've only ever bought items in person from there, but you could ask if you're interested!

[sweet-like-hypoglycemia]

It feels stupid to ask, but what are you able to eat during this recovery process? I’d imagine you’re very limited

It's not stupid. Basically I'm sticking to liquids. Even things like yogurt are annoying because I can't really LICK around in my mouth so you have to shove everything towards the back of your throat lol. SO just protein shakes, broth, Ensure, Pedialyte, lots of water!

[citrinedotsys]

honest-to-god thoughts on biden?

I can't wait until the democrats elect someone even slightly better than him. please.

[cutiee-blo]

Street in Croatia

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

The Winged Servant - 8

Content warnings: life threatening situations, sword fighting (written by someone who knows nothing about it), minor character death (not super graphic but does have some description), royal whump, whumpee is sooo desperate for validation, let me know if I forgot anything!

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Get it together.

Stay on your feet, and stay behind me.

Get through tonight.

Stay on your feet.

Get through tonight.

I was not a soldier. The princes weren’t either, but they’d spent their recent years becoming agile in a way that I’d spent the recent years getting trained out of. I wasn’t supposed to flinch away from things, wasn’t supposed to react to things. My job was doing what I was told, and thinking it through later.

“If someone aims a weapon at you,” Prince Ryan was saying, “then you do your best not to let that weapon touch you. Should be simple enough. Can you do that?”

I nodded slowly. “Um- Your Highness. I can- yes, but, uh, you have trained me not to react to weapons.”

He frowned. “I am giving you a direct order to ignore that training for the given moment.”

“Yes, Your Highness. Just-” Just, it wasn’t exactly my first instinct to get away anymore. “I just don’t think I will be very good at it. My apologies, Your Highness, I don’t mean-”

“For fuck’s sake, Onyx,” the prince snapped, and I shut my mouth. “Yeah, I know about your training. Just follow me and try not to get hurt. Can't you manage that?”

I nodded again. “Yes, Your Highness.”

“Good.” We'd split up from everyone else, wandering up two staircases and through a dark hallway. Prince Ryan seemed to know where we were. “What we're doing here tonight is overthrowing an idiot who thinks he has more right to the crown than us. It shouldn't take long, because again, he's an idiot. The country is weak, now, under his rule. But he's going to try to kill us anyway, and all you've gotta do is avoid the people trying to kill us.”

“... Yes, Your Highness.” The country shouldn't be under someone else's rule. It should be under the Queen's rule. That's what it had been under, forever, since as long as I could remember, right? Sixteen generations back. Her Majesty, of course, and her father before her. And his mother, and her uncle.

Prince Ryan stopped abruptly, and I didn’t notice quite fast enough to keep myself from running into his back. He spared a glance at me, rolling his eyes before poking his head around the corner. “God, Onyx, stop thinking so much. We have more important things to be doing.”

“Yes, Your-”

The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway ahead of us, and we both fell silent. “Stay here,” the prince breathed, “until I explicitly tell you to move. Don’t talk, don’t move, don’t breathe too loudly. Do you understand?”

I nodded, too frozen to think of a proper response, and he turned around just in time to see two guards turn the corner.

The prince had the obvious advantage—the guards hadn’t expected anyone to be here. He didn’t waste any time, shoving his sword through the throat of one guard and knocking the other flat on his back.

The guard coughed and started to raise his shield, but hesitated for a moment. “Ryan?”

Prince Ryan blinked, but quickly recovered his composure. “If I stab you, you will not die quickly. Stabbing doesn’t have a high mortality rate, but the blood loss will get you eventually. Unfortunately, the time in between the stab and the death won’t exactly be fun for you. Stay quiet, and maybe we won’t have to do that.”

“But- but I-”

The prince slit the throat of the guard.

As was… his right. Of course. As a member of the royal family, his right was to do whatever the fuck he wanted, just- this was the third person tonight that I had watched die. And that was fine because I could be a good servant, I could, I could let this happen.

Get through tonight, Prince Ryan had told me. We’ve gotta get through tonight.

I could do that, couldn’t I? I was a good servant, he’d told me that so many times, I could be a good servant and shut up and stop thinking and do what I was told.

“May I assist you with anything, Your Highness?” I didn't say please, because I wasn't supposed to beg, wasn't supposed to want anything enough to beg for it, but I would've liked- I would have been happy to help. Good servants didn't have likes, but I would’ve been happy to help. Happy to serve the royal family. Happy to be given a task so that I could focus on that instead of the bodies on the floor.

Prince Ryan pulled at the edge of the guard’s shirt, using the fabric to clean the blood off of his sword. He ignored the blood pooling on the floor, soaking into his pants. I let my mind wander for a moment, considering whether or not I’d be able to get rid of the stain.

Probably not. There was- god, there was so much blood. The prince’s hands shook slightly as his sword was resheathed. Barely a few hours ago, those hands stroked my hair while Prince Ryan told me what a good boy I was.

Good servants didn’t have likes and didn’t have wants, but selfishly, I hoped that he would give me an order, a use.

“Just… hold on for a minute,” he said eventually. “Let me think. Lucas shouldn’t- um, the guards shouldn’t have been here. Cardan’s neutralizing the guards. Or… he’s supposed to be.” He let out a long sigh. “Except he probably isn’t, because it would kill him to listen to anything I say. Okay. Okay. I can still fix this.”

He rose to his feet. “Alright. Same plan, I’ll just have to take care of the guards myself. Fine. Fine. You know what? Keiran’s the type to let his castle get understaffed on a Monday night. I bet we won’t even run into any more guards on the way. This will be fine.”

I winced as more footsteps sounded in the hall.

Prince Ryan’s sword flew toward the noise, coming to a stop at the throat of Prince Cardan.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Prince Ryan said, not moving the sword away.

“Oh, like I’d let you have all the glory of killing Kieran. Come on, let me through.”

“I’m taking him captive. I’m not killing him, and neither are you.”

“Mom said you could if you had to. I’ll make something up. Besides, we’ll kill him by the end of the week anyway.”

Prince Ryan was starting to look bored. “You are supposed to be neutralizing the guards. Please do that.”

“It’s actually a very boring job, just waiting for guards to show up. And honestly, it’s easy enough that Onyx could do it.” Prince Cardan leaned slowly away from his brother’s sword as he talked, but it followed closely, pressing further into his neck at the mention of my name.

“Are you sure that this is the hill you want to die on?”

Prince Cardan smiled confidently, even as a bead of his blood ran down his neck. “You make it sound like you’ll be killing me yourself.”

“Don’t tempt me. Can I interest you in doing your job for once instead, so that I can go back to doing mine?”

“You’re no fun.” Prince Cardan pulled his own sword out, knocking away his brother’s. “I’m the better fighter anyway.” 

“What, because you can hit harder? That doesn’t make you better.”

“It does in a situation where all I have to do is hit hard.” 

He swung at Prince Ryan, who dodged effortlessly. “We both know who’s going to win this, Cardan. You’re rash, impulsive, and careless. On top of all that, you’re predictable. You’re much more interested in hurting others than you are protecting yourself, which means that each time you try to attack-” He sidestepped a thrust and whacked Prince Cardan’s torso with the flat side of his sword. “You leave yourself completely open. That slip-up could have meant your death. I don’t have time for play-fighting.”

“Yeah. Me neither.” Prince Cardan waited until his brother had turned around to lunge toward him, letting his sword dig a gash into Prince Ryan’s arm.

“What the fuck, Cardan? All I ever ask from you is listen to what you’re told, and you stab me for it?” Prince Ryan’s voice raised, and I flinched as the other prince matched his volume.

“Yeah, well, I won! So let me go kill Kieran.”

“You won? Really? You are so fucking petty. We weren’t fighting for who gets to kill Kieran! I was proving a point. And even if we were fighting, I won! You played dirty because you’re a sore loser!”

“I wouldn’t have done that if you’d just let me kill Kieran! We’re going to kill him anyway. I don’t understand why you’re being such a whiny bitch about doing it at exactly the right time and by the right person’s hand!”

“Oh, this is my fault now? If you’d just neutralized guards like you were supposed to- like you agreed to, then the plan would be going along just fine. If you’d neutralized the guards like you were supposed to, they wouldn’t have had to die!”

There were more footsteps. Not loud, not close, but loud enough. Close enough. And both of the princes had dropped their swords in favor of arguing with each other.

“Your, um, Your Highnesses-”

“Stay out of this, you stupid bird,” Prince Cardan growled at me, and I nodded quickly.

“My apologies, Your Highness.” I pressed my back up against the wall as the footsteps got louder.

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[dullahandyke]

and like sidenote if i can make a post with a target audience of zero. i feel like fhsy was to d20 what aa3 was to ace attorney but aa3 pulled it off better for reasons i cannot explain

[lauronk]

it took a lot of words

but jelly fic finally got mentions of the jellies 🪼

still got a ways to go though homies