#he answers!!

[operas-phantom]

I have so many questions my dear Erik…

See the image down below? Yeah… WHY DIDN'T U JUST KISS CHRISTINE?! u were so close in doing so…

2. Do u make ur own clothes, or do u borrow them without permission?

3. How did u get Christine to put on her wedding dress when u took her down once more to ur lair after ur proposal? Did u tell her to and she obeyed, did u threaten and then she did it, or something else?

4. How did u practice the choreography for Don Juan Triumphant before the performance? Did u do it alone?

5. How awkward was it writing the very… suggestive lyrics for ur opera?

6. Remember when u said to Christine and the opera company, “ as for our star Christine Daae, no doubt she’ll do her best; It’s true her voice is good she knows, though should she wish to excel she has much still to learn, if pride will let her return to me her teacher.” Did u give her more lessons? and if so, where did u take them? At her dressing room like before, face to face, and how awkward were they? I mean, she knows that u LOVE her, so it’s not really like a teacher teaching her lol

7. Are u still looking for love or have u quit on it?

8. If u got married to Christine, how many children would u have wanted (if u wanted any) and what kind of parent would u want to be?

gosh! These are a lot of questions, might as well make it to 10 questions. So 2 more, don’t worry!

9. Of u could look like any celebrity, who would u wanna look like?

10. How was Don Juan triumphant going to end? (And btw, if u ever want to perform it again at the opera house, I’ll tell the managers for u. I can play Aminta if u want 😏)

well thx for ur time Erik!

I really, very much wanted to. However, she seemed very awestruck by me, and I was mildly worried; I wanted her to come to know me as a person first, so I wouldn’t regret it later. It would have been my first kiss, and I wanted it to, later on, be at the end of Don Juan Triumphant, where hopefully she’d have returned to me and both in-character and otherwise, and accepted me then.

I used to make them myself, or Madame Giry would bring them to me. Nowadays I mostly sneak out to find things for the costume vault, and I take the ones I think I’d wear. When a costume outfit piece is no longer needed, I take it for myself. That’s how I find many of my masks, especially the fancier ones.

I just told her to. I tried to stay calm, to explain I wouldn’t hurt her, but that my plans had gone awry and I just wanted her to promise and have to spend time with me, even if she was forced to. She complied, though I think she did so out of fear. Looking back, I probably didn’t sound that calm. And I fear that she still worries of my anger. Though it’s fun when the managers fear me, when I try to make someone care about me the notion that they’re scared of me wears thin— normal people certainly do not fear each other so!

Oh, I do it alone. I wrote it all myself for the most part— the choreographers took some liberties, but with me watching everyone else practice I was able to get it down and calmly do so in my lair.

For Don Juan? Not exactly. For other ones, it was somewhat awkward, but I am very aware that provocative plays or things with that sort of humor draw crowds, so I write about it. It is also due to me wishing to understand the exact reason why people have the desires they do— how when people love each other they trust each other enough to do that, and the fact that I just want someone to love me, which is enough without everything else. I suppose in Don Juan it was like the other times, not very awkward, but it was due in part to the whole Christine ordeal, wherein I wished she wanted enough to kiss me, and wondered what would happen if she did love me and we went further. A few times I did have to stop, though, for my heart wouldn’t stop beating and if I knew any better I’d say I was about to die. Oh, how I loved her so!

We did not do any more lessons after that. She had refused my calls to her from the lair for weeks before that, and what I said there was me wanting her to come back to doing lessons at least. She did not do any more with me after that, and I was deeply hurt.

I shall keep you posted on that one..

Well. If I had had children, I’d hope for one that they didn’t look like me. But I suppose one or two would be enough. I would try to teach my children music, how to make costumes, how to respect theatre, but I would be very supportive and glad to have a partner and children at all, of course.

Any celebrity that looks conventionally acceptable. I don’t even need a handsome or beautiful one, or a celebrity at all— I would just like to have the face of someone who looks normal and is loved and cared for, not rotting away with few friends and a loathsome visage that dictates every aspect of his life.

The original full plot would be that, after being seduced by Don Juan, Aminta spoke with him, conversing by the lake with him in another musical number. Don Juan, who has had many lovers and admirers and friends, finds himself genuinely enamored with her, and she falls for him, but realizes the next day with shock that the man is Don Juan, and not the anonymous servant she believed he was. Meanwhile, an old enemy of Don Juan returns to cause strife, and ruins a few of his parties and tries to turn Aminta to his side. Of course, in the end, Don Juan beats the womanizer rumors and proposes to Aminta, who realizes that despite his flaws, she does love him, and agrees. Thus, Don Juan triumphs again— he gets married, remains loved by all, and defeats his enemy. It definitely isn’t how I wish my life could be and that is a vicious rumor I would like to put to rest.

I must say, thank you for the questions! It shocks me someone really wants to know all these, but I remain as ever your obedient servant, and it was nice to introspect a little. I hope my answers were satisfying to you.

[astrxlfinale]

There is a strange, almost investigative glint in Yukong's indigo hues as she looks down at Caelus with her arms loosely crossed over her chest, as though the man before her was still a mysterious enigma waiting to be studied. She is – and forever will be – grateful for the Trailblazer extending his hand of friendship and camaraderie towards her in spite of the rocky start upon their first meeting all those months ago, but even Yukong has moments where she has questions regarding a few of the man's more... unconventional (if not a little inappropriate) interests.

"Caelus?" The Helm Master's tone is the exact same one she had used back when she had caught a sneaky 6 year old Qingni attempting to swipe more egg tarts from the kitchen in the middle of the night. Maternal, non-threatening, and steady, yet nonetheless containing a hint of disapproval. "Could you tell me what makes you so enamored and fascinated with...peaches?" No, she is not referring to the fruit.

Why does he get the distinct feeling he's being watched? Not the usual 'I'm going to slay the Stellaron soul' sort of eye honing, rather it was one specialized within the Xianzhou itself. For his heroism didn't offset his more wayward and adventurous qualities at all. It was a sense of appeal, a sense of bizarre, and truthfully he's all cases of inner peace on the matter. ..In most cases. The warmth of these very eyes he's come to learn in time, that mature note and tone prompting a shiver down his spine.

Unfamiliar, but welcomed all the same. It was a stalwart soul who was comfortably setting her 'claws' upon the wild. "Madam Yukong." He'd intone similarly, allowing the technological tools to drop from his hand. She was another who gained express permission to visit his quarters if the mood struck her, a more casually fun lesson of less political finesse and the old-fashioned fun of hangouts.

"Gotta say, quite the rare guest--" Pivoting upon his seat to face her, to get an ample view of that posture, a more gentle but still certain authority as what follows feels like some wayward dream he had once upon a time. No beating around the bush, no platitudes, it was merely an outright question for what made be one of the most important qualities in his Trailblazing journey.

How in the three fucks could this man not be stunned?

Mouth briefly agape, the clear perspective of this broad question in their vested privacy struck a bolt through his heart. Energizing compared to piercing, elevating the way his next breath was moreso a gulp of air than anything else. "No remote hesitation, striking at the source compared to elsewhere. Courage like that I need to repay in kind." Propping up from his seat, the ashen haired Trailblazer stands collarbone to face with her, a minute adjustment soon letting those foxian eyes peer into his very soul on this matter.

Peaches. The ultimate grounds of foundation itself, despite his steadfast confidence, it'd be the particular choice in company that makes a stubborn shade of pink bloom upon his face. Come hell or high water no hesitation on this matter.

A step forward would be his declaration of war.

"You ever had something that moves your very soul? A view, a certain brand of something, we can start it right there. Inspiration takes flight with the most formidable wings when that very view comes into the equation." One could only wonder, where was any modicum of shame when it comes to Caelus's fixations? It certainly wasn't held in these grounds as he stands shoulder to shoulder with Yukong.

A single arm draws forth, as if painting the unseen picture of what beautiful behind's presence can enact on the soul.

"There's intimacy, there's trust, a shape that can create worldly wars and a comforting softness or firmness that can eliminate all woes and malady to the soul. Ms.Yukong, there's power at that very foundation. Why else do you think countless examples of inspiration create models like lingerie for instance?" Oh he dares, Caelus was a bold soul who openly challenges position, canting his head to let those golden irises pierce directly against her own.

Another breath is drawn, let the ironclad determination become the shield against her gaze! Tension evaporates from his body as he resumes.

"While I certainly can't jump upon the divide of your personal life. Let it be said, there's no doubt in my mind that not just the teasing aspect, but even casual intimacy can stoke the very fires of the soul." What beloved partner of someone could ever be ignorant to the power of sitting upon their chosen's lap? How frisky forays were easily sparked from minute movements, a touch of laughter, until intent enriches the very scene into something more spice induced?

A low hum eases from him as he pivots once more, turning to face the Helm Master fully.

"I could go on for years, doesn't this bring some enlightenment to my angle about it?" Naturally there's no ill will that's held, for learning is a great power all of mankind holds. And if someone approaches with the intent of learning about this passion of his? Caelus never amused any ideas of 'holding back' to begin with.

Front and center, raw and ready, any challenge will be taken on.

@acr3ss-the-cosmos

[wishfulsketching]

I know you’re probably super busy but I HAVE to share this with someone. I found this absolutely insane shirt at my job (thrift store) and it’s been killing me to imagine Silco in it

You can't drop something like this to my askbox and not expect me to draw something

Moms usually drop the kids off to their playdate, time for the dads to meet.

[idcaboutart]

all that remained were fields of dreamless solitude

only you can show me this

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

[witless-winion1]

Telemachus, crying that he finally gets to meet his dad: “For twenty years, I never could outgrow you”

Odysseus, the short king, also crying: son, you are several inches taller then I am

[is-not-a-bell]

Sleepy King

The Justice League Dark caught wind of a cult trying to summon the Ghost King. A being with power so terrible and great, that all of the chaotic Infinite Realms feared him. A true tyrant. Long ago it took the effort of ghosts equal to gods to seal him away into a permeant slumber.

And now this cult wishes to wake him and bring him to the living realm. It was a race against the clock to find the ritual site and all members were called on board, magic or not. Even Constantine looked stressed.

They did find the site.

But it was too late, the ritual was completed. The entire inner circle of runes glowed before being swallowed in a column of green light. The air filled with static and a ringing that made Supergirl crumble to the ground.

The light dissipated, but there was no great figure or being of pure evil. Instead there was a boy, a teenager. He laid on the ground curled up in his sleep. He was a ghost no doubt, dressed in regal clothing.

Despite this when he stirred, everyone froze. It seemed the cold hard ground woke him up. He got up slowly and yawned, revealing his sharp fangs. Once sat up he opened his bleary eyes to look around. He looked confused and tired, really tired.

"Where am I?" He mumbled. "I was trying to get some sleep." Constantine internally screaming, latches onto that last sentence. He glances over to Batman. He caught that last part too. Batman approaches calmly and crouches down in front of the boy king. Hardening his resolve, Batman takes on a gentle tone.

"Hey kiddo, sorry we woke you. Lets get you back to bed yeah?" The boy nodded in agreement. He pulled himself to his feet before looking around in a circle. "Where did my blanket go?" He asked rather sadly. Batman is quick to shed his own cape and drape it over him. "You can borrow my cape until we get you a new one." He nodded again, pulling the black fabric around himself.

John quickly summoned a portal door, while Batman led the King through it. John threw looks around at everyone. Everyone could tell he was mouthing the words. 'Find me a fucking blanket now'

Running on the logic of getting the king away from Earth, away from graves and the undead, that could give him power. The portal led to the Watch Tower.

Batman took advantage of the King's bleary state to send a base wide alert for all noncritical members to evacuate immediately. With a priority that death adjacent members leave first. "The stars are pretty." Bruce looked at the boy staring out the window in wonder. He almost looked like a normal kid, almost.

"Yeah they are, it's pretty late so we should get you back to bed." He nodded, going along with Batman's gentle coaxing.

He takes the boy to an unused bedroom. Making sure the room isn't dusty and that lights are dimmed. He glances back to see about a dozen different leaguers all holding blankets, one thought to bring extra pillows. The bed was pretty barren with only a single pillow and a thin bedsheet. So Bruce took a thick duvet, one of the fluffier blankets and a second pillow from his team before shooing them away.

The boy ended up keeping his cape, mumbling how it was warm. He tucked the boy in, before quietly exiting the room and turning off the light. He was pretty sure the King fell back to sleep before he even reached the light switch.

After the door shut, he made direct eye contact with John. "Constantine." They needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

[chloesimaginationthings]

This is definitely canon in poppy playtime

[rooniearts]

I want tails crashing out it would be funny

Oh, I can assure you, Tails being on the verge of crashing out at all times is a central part of this AU

[carryondrawing]

An alternate universe where The Archivist forgets to top up his oyster card and misses the train

[andstuffsketches]

[et-in-arkadia]

* * *

Mission mode change detected, now in Monument Mode Goodnight friends. After exchanging our final bits of data,

I will hold vigil on this spot in Mare Crisium to watch humanity's continued journey to the stars.

Here, I will outlast your mightiest rivers, your tallest mountains, and perhaps even your species as we know it.

But it is remarkable that a species might be outlasted by its own ingenuity.

Here lies Blue Ghost, a testament to the team who, with the loving support of their families and friends, built and operated this machine and its payloads,

to push the capabilities and knowledge of humanity one small step further.

Per aspera ad astra!

Love, Blue Ghost

* * *

no you are actively crying over a dying robot on the moon i am doing just fine thanks

[ditzybat]

jason: you don’t even know what my favorite book is, how could you even stand to call yourself my father if you don’t know me anymore!?

bruce: jay, your favorite is pride and —

tim: the velveteen rabbit.

jason: … i’ve had like two conversations with you outside of murder attempts, how do you know that?

tim: im not an amateur, i took my baby stalker duties very seriously!

[noodles-and-tea]

I now hc that Apollo is a professor Layton stan

[chloesimaginationthings]

Why did William get FNAF springlocked? Is he stupid?

[rooniearts]

Imagine: Silver loss his hearing not just cause of loud noises.

But because of his crying as a baby? Those sounds can get loud…

Alternative: Racing with Sonic at his young age. The sound of the wind messed with his ears.

HMMMMMMMMM🤔🧐😔

as funny as Sonic having accidentally messed up Silver's hearing with a sound barrier breaking piggyback ride, i personally am very partial to this explaination for how he gets hearing loss in dadow;