#just for timeline reference here...

[lilybug-02]

Eimmet High...temmiE high. OMG!

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Next update may take...much longer! I have finals and an internship and not to mention I have to draw- A LOT :')

[liauditore]

Equally Invalid

[7cfc00]

Until then, stay safe.

[WOE.BEGONE, Season 10]

[arcade-confetti]

*Ages of this post based on information from Jason and Tim's original runs in the 80s, as im still in the process of reading the comics and I respect original runs more anyway

Jason was 12 (pre-crisis, not contradicted) when Bruce adopted him at some point after Dick left, and Dick had left Wayne Manor for about 2 years by the time Jason died (Batman #436) making Jason 14 at death, to turn 15 that year if his birthday is August 16th

Tim is 13 when he introduces himself after Jason's death (Batman #441)

They have like, a 1-2 year age difference

Jason returns to life 6 months after his death, spends 1 year in the hospital, then 1 year on the streets before someone recognizes him as Robin, then 1 year with the league of assassin's before being thrown into the pit (Batman Annual #25)

A total of 3½ years with Jason being dead, in a coma, and running on just instinct and muscle memory before being healed by the pit

Therefore, Jason, while physically older, is largely missing 3½ years of his life

Jason is younger than Tim

Thank you coming to my ted talk

(Dont take this seriously please bcksbdjsnks)

[acearohippo]

I love fandoms, especially witnessing what fans take away from source material and how fans interpret it based on their experiences. Not to mention the stark difference of interaction between new fans, casual fans, experienced fans, and long-term fans.

I say this because the SVSSS fandom has continuously fascinated me in insisting in discussions that there are parallels between Shen Jiu and Luo Binghe (tell don't show), but in their fanworks, I just see parallels between Luo Binghe and Yue Qingyuan (show don't tell).

And it's not even (fully) a case where they're blending character personalities because they want what the other dynamic has, it's just how the characters are based on canon in two different timelines.

All of this to say, perhaps original draft PIDW (NOT original!PIDW nor pre!SY PIDW which are completely different) was supposed to revolve around the dynamic between SJ and YQY vs SJ and LBH. Perhaps YQY was to be the last hour mastermind, the true foil to LBH.

And fandom is just circling this idea without realising it because, once again, the unreliable narrator that is SY has already convinced this fandom that any version of SJ has to be a/the villain, regardless if it's through his own actions or baseless rumours.

Warning, run-on sentence ahead.

I don't know, mans, but it's gotta mean something that LBH and YQY have such similar life beats of being orphaned and having a tough life but remaining kind/compassionate because they had someone to live for until they didn't which left them empty until they found (or refound in YQY's case) one (1) man to obsess over in an uncomfortably intrusive way with no regards for his feelings and rejections, eventually reaching a position as the most powerful being in existence with a huge caveat that their sword is 83% of that power and is slowly killing them which did nothing to soften said man of their obsession's into showing them kindness leading to the ultimate confrontation between the two in which only one could survive and keep their obsession, not that it mattered because neither of them got to experience his feelings reciprocated, except in another timeline where the same things are happening until their obsession suddenly stops rejecting their (still intrusive) advances even if he is acting a bit silly, but hey take advantage while you can and take advantage they did because now they have that reciprocated feeling (except one still "won" as he gets to keep him for himself) and be thankful that all it took was, in their perspective, a near death fever that drastically changed his personality and most likely left him crippled in some other way, preventing their obsession from not NOT needing them anymore, all-in-all fulfilling their desire to be relied upon again, hooray! 😋😁✌🏽

In all seriousness, at the end of the day people are going to draw connections between characters that fit whatever narrative they understood from the story. SVSSS fandom just seems to be trying to convince others of one narrative while believing on a deeper level of another narrative. It's amusing and makes following the fandom fun.

[fobnsfwdoodlesbackup]

Have some treats :3

[butterrdream]

Reborn World Swap

A scenario that’s been on my mind for a while now is one where Reborn gets hit with the TYL bazooka but instead of swapping places with his TYL self, the bazooka malfunctions and instead he’s swapped roles with the Reborn from a parallel world (that more closely aligns with the canon KHR timeline. Let's call him Canon!Reborn for now), where he never met Apple and she never existed. And this swap happens to last for a few days. No one can tell why.

Canon!Reborn coming to the In Somnis world confused as to who this woman is and why she appears heartbroken when he says he doesn’t know her (and yet she’s strangely okay with it too. There’s a forlorn acceptance and understanding in her expression that he decides he also does not like very much at all).

It also annoys him the way everyone else is shocked he doesn’t know her and quite upset at him for it. He ends up sorta avoiding Apple (not in a rude or awkward way but really that's just a stranger to him so he treats her as such) and just goes about his regular routine of torturing tutoring his students. I think over time though he would unintentionally grow attached. Maybe not quite in love with this strange but warm woman but he grows fond. And maybe. Just maybe if given the chance he could see himself loving her too. And there’s a few other things in the IS world which I think would shock Reborn but I can’t say because of spoilers.

Meanwhile the IS!Reborn being in the canon-aligned universe and wondering where the heck Apple is. This world is fine. There’s nothing wrong with it. His students are well, Tsuna is happy and growing and learning each day. But it’s remarkably emptier to him. Not to mention he feels especially trigger happy whenever people give him strange looks when he asks about Apple or certain other people.

This Reborn isn't happy about this world (neither of them are for different reasons). When they do eventually switch back, there's a wistfulness there as they contemplate their own set of circumstances how different the world is on the other side.

[steamworksfairy]

I'm about to go do some classwork, but I'm far too proud of how Cecil is coming out, so you guys get a messy preview of my wip. Because I'm the kind of artist who will blab, gush, and share her works even if they aren't yet completed.

(If it gives me joy I yap lmao.)

I'll put it under a read more in case anyone wants to wait for the final product. But yeah, I'm thinking about saving this for when I launch the oc blog.

[crescentmoonrider]

Hands

"He did not know who she was, would not remember her face once he woke up. Even now, trapped inside of memories he didn’t own anymore, he barely recognized her features. Her hands though, he knew as intimately as the shrapnel they had pulled from his shoulder. Soft and delicate, perfectly manicured, closed tight around Mizuki’s neck with a strength that wasn’t human anymore." For the prompt : Strangling [ @badthingshappenbingo ]

read on AO3

or under the Read More, I'm not your boss

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Her hands were soft, delicate, obviously unused to manual labour. Nails perfectly manicured, with a subtle, transparent polish. She wanted to be pretty, wanted to be the little lady she was expected to be, play that role to perfection, find what little happiness in it that she could.

Oh, those were such small hands, so unsuited for the gruesome task her accursed fate had pushed her towards.

What a precious child. A little treasure, dressed in beautiful silks, shining eyes so full of deserved rage at her world.

At Mizuki.

He did not know who she was, would not remember her face once he woke up. Even now, trapped inside of memories he didn’t own anymore, he barely recognized her features.

Her hands though, he knew as intimately as the shrapnel they had pulled from his shoulder. Soft and delicate, perfectly manicured, closed tight around Mizuki’s neck with a strength that wasn’t human anymore. He couldn’t feel the ground under his feet, so strong she was, so high she held him up in all her broken hopes and rage.

She hated this world she was born into, and it deserved all the fire and blood she brought onto it.

She hated Mizuki, too, in those last moments. He deserved it.

He deserved so much more still.

She deserved so much more, deserved the world, deserved a place to live that wouldn’t dull her shine, wouldn’t taint her hands and soul in blood far too much like her own.

Ah, Mizuki’s hands were so cold now, so numb. Blood pulsed loudly inside his ears, his skull, his face warm and his throat so sore already.

Her eyes were starting to blur in front of him, melting into such a beautiful ember, highlighted by the fire around them. Mizuki couldn’t make out her face anymore. He knew she was crying anyway, even as her sobs were drowned out by the gurgles and the screams and the crackling fire.

Drowned out by the thumping in Mizuki’s head. The high-pitched noise that could only be heard from the inside of his brain, emerging from his windpipe and into his bones, into his ears, the blood flowing inside of him sounding like the stream he had spent an evening at, listening to truths that sounded so much like the tales of his grandmother, just as much as he listened to the rippling of water against the bedrock.

Who was it that told him these, again ?

Just as the pain of her hands, of her rage, of his sins, was starting to fade, replaced by sweet oblivion and the end of his self, she dropped him.

Mizuki’s lungs burned as he came to at S̶��͍̺̘̳̜̠̙̟̤̝͆̓̄̒̕͜ä̷̮̟̳̗̩̑̆͊̽̀̀̚͝ÿ̴̡̙͙̯́͐̄̈ö̷̧̯́̐̇̋̍̎̄̍́̂’s screams of agony – no, as he wakes up to Kitarou’s wailing.

He coughs. Feels his knuckles creak as he unwinds them from his own throat. Feels the fire inside his lungs strengthen as air starts to fill them again.

They’re not the right hands, he thinks. Too rough, too big.

He wonders for an instant why this thought would ever come to mind. But Kitarou is crying and it doesn’t matter what Mizuki thinks of his own hands or his own life, not when he has a child to care for.

He will need to wear a scarf to work again today.

[lilybug-02]

Artfight against @ejsuperstar ft. The Mad King and Chip. They're both so evil. I hope they have the most extravagant downfall of any onscreen villain.

This interaction is based on a little fic writing >:)

[seilon]

If i don’t get an update soon on my god damn top surgery insurance negotiation im going to lose my fucking mind

[jesytr]

you're a much better liar than i expected you to be .

she observed his response with as much thought as she would count her own willingness to want to share what little she could. thinking it better to lie about what has really happened to get her where she was that night. pulling away from the child sized girl that hid behind her. matching blonde hair. green eyes popping up to look at arthur between tears that streamed down her face. it was hard enough to bring herself to mention why her daughter was there with her only that she bounced the thought between where to bring her. her eyes staring at the front door step that she brought Lucille Quinzel to. keeping up habitual dilemmas of where else she could bring them too. having never properly introduced the two.

" she's - " harley started in. her words cutting off at the sounds of her youngest shaking her hands back and forth with a small sheepish start, " I wouldn't lie about this , but - "

" mommy ! " Lucille started after sometime. pulling up on her parent's sleeve and staring with bulbous eyes that looked a little less sad, but still shaken up. peeling off her hands to stuff then into her pockets and empty a small wrapped chocolate one that she passed over to her daughter.

" we aint got nothin' , but trouble . . . " blue hues went back to looking over at @jokethur . her voice hushed in the night. people that preferred the dark walked along the streets even as it was half past midnight. Gotham had a way of pulling out all kinds of inhabitants out at all hours , " falcone is after us. my place ain't safe tonight. " not sure where else to turn to when all she had was hitman on her back , but with a kid in tow it made living out much more harder. her apartment has already been tracked.

" more chocolate ! " Lucille persisted. wiping her face with her long pink sleeves , scooting a little closer to peer more at arthur , though very shyly.

". sure thing , lucy. " mother reaching to pry through a rather large bag. riffling through it's containments. lipstick, candies, and a revolver. smiling as she found her candy stash. handing the sweets over to her , ". she's my daughter. I couldn't just let them find us , ya know ? " lucy gasped as she examined the bag of treasured chocolates.

[ofthevanyar]

Continued from here ( @menelvagor )

"The stars," came Amarie's whispered, reverent response. Her hood was pulled up, covering the glow that emanated from her very being. "Many years go, Arda was illuminated only by those lights."

Even though the stars were dimmed on this night, they were still there nonetheless. The thought gave her comfort.

Keen eyes picked out the details of the night, listening and watching for anything that might wish to do harm.

"Still the stars remain, despite the long years. They have stood watch over nights far darker than this night."

Amarie was not only referring to the dark clouds that covered the light from the moon and stars, but also the cloud that hung over the company.

[todayisafridaynight]

I really couldnt live in a timeline where my college friend knew Im Normal bout sawashiro i really couldnt

[tidesfate]

...why do you only have one claw?

❛[ UNPROMPTED ASKS ≻ always accepting !

“&– - The choice was both reactive and conscious.”

A MEMORY FLITTED, BROUGHT TO FOREFRONT LIKE AN ARTIFACT. Before the Prince memory self owned were vivid and lucid // CLEAR PICTURES AS IF CURRENT OCCURRING. Jaws gnarled and twisted, bastardization of the familiar where kin sought to warp and undo-- - corruption not of its design. Bones crushed, rotten ligaments severed as vile black blood drawn from cloth-thin flesh. Vesseled FRAGILE MAKE rendered useless under the dragons maw-- - but left in absence the space for something usable, functional, BETTER. Claw cinching around the malformed First, to subdue. The memory was returned amongst the endless collective of the brain, UNDIMINISHED even in this state. The Ousted did not display pain, ire, snarl nor furrow. Mere exhale through desecrated lungs and its own jagged jaw. “&– - The original was removed, and in its place something far more useful at the moment. Still it serves me, quite more then the limb that started there.”

[itubainaretro]

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