hell yeah baby, i love putting a guy in a situation(shout-out @corgiss )
based on my idea [x] of Lucifer battling Roo by himself (don't worry, he won - technically)
also: i know that angels in HH are supposed to have like... bright, glowing yellow blood but I prefer the idea of angel blood being like liquid gold so that's what i draw
What do you think of other Others in the Fae!Dick AU?
Not necessarily the Batfam, they can stay Dick's sweet squishy human family, but among the Rogues?
Maybe Poison Ivy is really a plant goddess in this setting? And the Joker is something demonic... Or comes back as something demonic after Dick inevitably kills him after the Ethiopia...
Otherworldly opponents to maintain the drama in the AU, opponents that even Dick can't always protect his humans from, opponents who can actually hurt Dick himself?
Poison Ivy’s certainly got potential to be up there in the other beings list on the grounds of being very protective of nature and plants in general. For something that’s as acutely connected to the natural world as she is, Gotham City must be like a horrible, ugly illness that sprang from the soil. And maybe she tried to find peaceful ways to coexist for a while but ended up running into dead ends (humans, urgh) and decided to try the more violent approach.
As for Joker, well, there’s at least one canon storyline (Batman City of Madness) where it’s very much hinted at that he’s not human!
But to be entirely honest I’m rather partial to keeping Dick as the only other being in this particular AU. I don’t think it necessarily needs others like him to stay interesting. Yes, from all the asks I’ve been getting it may seem like the other things are insanely powerful, and they are, but even they have their limitations. ✨
honestly a little betrayed by the gwitch fanart scene. the shippy art is alright. yes. but suletta is literally like made to be one of those characters fanartists draw like shes being displayed in the sistine chapel through like 3 layers of symbolism. do you hear me. the red:birthmark ed was my 9/11.
like seriously whatever you do dont think about the captain and that story about someone calling into gay bars and not saying anything, just listening to queer people living and laughing and having fun. definitely don't think about the captain doing that. haha.
My mum just told me she recorded a documentary for me about Anne Rice from the 90s I think. Ngl, I'm wondering just how unhinged it's gunna be so I'll probably be watching that on my own lmao.
i hope the person who said "he wouldn't want such a small thing to ruin his brand" about technoblade knows how helpful that line as been. it's the one thing anyone said then or since that pops into my head every time i start thinking too hard about technoblade's passing. like he has a brand to maintain and i'm here mucking it up by being sad and mournful about it. who am i to do that! and then i can self correct and think more positively about how cool techno was and what he meant to me. so yeah they little joke has been so helpful
had to screenrecord this bit in Nighthawks where they're like "oooo he's so hedonistic, he loves the nightlife" and then they really cut to Rutger Hauer's character standing alone in the back of the disco club point blank refusing to have fun
ignore the way the video is choppy, my internet connection was really bad while I was watching this lol
Um🤔 ... I don't know maybe it's my crazy sense of humor or maybe it's because I've been watching too much Mortal Kombat but when she died the only thing that ran through my brain was the Mortal Kombat announcer saying FINISH HER - FATALITY: GRIM REAPER WINS
Okay so what if I take the concept of the Life Series, take my Bandom boys, put them in there, and then write my angsty little scenarios with characters I can actually write. How bout that huh.
If he could exist the way light does when it refracts, dispersing into a kaleidoscope of colours from a single point, each footstep he takes would be haunted by a hundred different shadows. They are moments he can't sear from his memories, all separated by shapes and spaces he's had to fill for each one: he is the Hero of Time, nine summers, small enough that he only needs to ball up for his shield to cover him. He is the Hero of Time, sixteen summers, big enough that the habitual full-body strength he swings his sword with takes a Wolfos down far quicker than his heart had anticipated.
He is nine, afraid of touch. He is sixteen, afraid of the dark. He is nine, left behind. He is sixteen, choosing to go back. He is nine, wiping Deku Baba sap from the back of his hands. He is sixteen, closing his eyes against the blood-splatter of a man whose ichor he still feels between his fingers. Link is nine and sixteen and everything beyond and in between—
He is the distorted reflection of someone's son, cursed to a terrible fate. He is Darmani the Third, so old that they ask him to be the next Goron Elder. He is Mikau, killed too young, but grown enough that the blood of Zoran heroes sings loud in his stolen veins. He is nobody he knows how to be, maybe ten summers, dreaming about years that didn't happen and living through cycles of days he's long since stopped counting.
If he could exist the way light does when it refracts, he'd wave a hand at these silhouettes. He is any of them. He is all of them. He is none of them. Time is kind of real, and it kind of isn't.
Link answers like this.
He holds both hands up, fingers visibly splayed. Ten. His right one drops and his left turns level to the ground, seesawing up and down from thumb to pinky. Give or take. He smiles, a huff of something that might be amused for a joke that's only funny to him — which is to say, it's not very funny at all. However much time needs to be given or taken.
((To follow up with the previous ask I answered, there's more to it than just Kotone seeing very little value in her own life.
Kotone isn't afraid of death. She's not scared of dying or having a premature death, or possibly dying before she could accomplish any of her goals. It could be now or the day after or the next week or...whenever. She understands death is the inevitable end to all humans. It's unavoidable, and one day it will happen to all of her friends too, but she doesn't want their lives to end without them being satisfied and happy.
Which is why she will always fight to protect them, keep them safe and out of harm's way, by putting her own life in jeopardy.))
I was reminded today that the four horsemen of the apocalypse are a thing. And my brain is always in fluff around and find out mode, so I introduce to you:
The four horsemen of the anti-apocalypse.
First of we have Nurture. Nurture is a person that always has a smile for everyone, along with some freshly baked cookies. They are the person that wears an apron for fun, the one that cooks for the party, the one that always carries snacks and chocolate and tells you it will be ok.
We have Healing. Healing is the one that always carries bandaids and bandages and has taken more first aid classes than reasonable. They can fix you up easy peasy, they will make you tea and chicken soup when you are sick and they will do so happily.
We have Peace. Peace is the mediator, they calm people down, listen to both sides, negotiate what could be done better, Peace does anything to keep the calm and to make sure that no one does anything too rash. They have books with them often, and are the chillest person of the group.
And last we have Life. Life is the one that checks up on everyone, makes sure they're doing ok and still kicking. They make sure your mental health is a-ok, they wanna look out for you and for everyone else. They save small wounded animals and know more about poison and murder than would be normal if they didn't learn it for forensic psych, or out of boredom.
These can work both as primordial concepts, or as people of a friend group, and if you wanna make it extra cute, have the horsemen of the apocalypse fall for their counterparts.