I know WFA is too OOC for some people, but I need that shit right now.
I do love seeing the Batfam beating the shit out of each other. I like how messy their relationships are and I have always loved flawed characters.
But idk, man, Batman #138 just really crossed a line for me and I need a reminder that there are other depictions of Bruce that aren't so fucking heinous.
I'll take this shit:
Over this shit:
Any. Fucking. Day.
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My kingdom for:
an FFIX au
a Midnight Mass au
this nonsense still from a year ago (yes i dropped the ball as always but if any of you are still interested......)
an Arcane au
an X-Files au
more steampunk aus
literally anything from my wishlist tag
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Considerations (Helaena)
Main Verse
Helaena sat on the sands of one of the coves near King's Landing. Dreamfyre napped nearby in the warm sand, while the Green Princess enjoyed the peace and quiet. She sat on the sand, in her blue dress, and her hair went from swimming. A small sand crab was wandering around where she sat and she watched the small creature, rather envious that it had little knowledge of the world beyond the sand and the water.
Helaena left the capital, seeking solitude away from the keep after Alicent had announced she would Aegon upon the next full moon. In a month's time, Helaena would be wed to the brother that did not want her, and she knew she had no choice in the matter.
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Ladies of House Targaryen:
Daenys the Dreamer
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i really wish there was more Judo content, i acted really similar to her as a bio kid (if a bit more shy) which is why i love and relate to her :'3
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the sky's cloudy, but if it rains, we'll definitely dance — i can enjoy anything, as long as you're laughing next to me. (novel core & the will rabbits — green light)
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(( OPEN
He had been out walking, he finally had the courage to get out of the apartment. The streets were bustling with activity, and it all rang so heavily in his ears. Ed had with him his stick that classified the man as blind, feeling his way along the sidewalk tapping it on the ground.
What if someone were to see him? He was so weak, unable to save even himself. Trudging on, he went into the park, finding a bench and sitting with a soft sigh.
A quiet breeze pulled at his ponytail; he had actually taken time to look nice. Everyday was a struggle to pull himself out of bed and get on with the day. Someone always had to come over and help fix him food since he couldn’t do it himself. Ed was strained at the seams over his loss, and it never went away.
Thoughts of Winry always plagued his mind. Her smile, the way she moved, how it had felt when they first kissed….all those things were there and they could never be experienced again.
Hearing a voice his head turned, hair swaying. Blinking dull colored eyes, he frowned and didn’t reply. He wasn’t sure if he was in the mood to see anyone, but he was so vulnerable outside, so anything could happen.
( muse -- Edward Elric )
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