#like oh. hm. maybe?

[isaacathom]

actually uyeah im bored im gonna run it down. what specific Thing does naielle have with (pretty much) every member of her family that has her fucking wracke with guilt or smth

At a very basic level, a context - naielle comes from an elf napoleonic france, with some specific details that the usual max lifespan is closer to 500, and that the emperor has no heir and is like. 450. i wrote it down somewhere. doesn't matter. So naielle, being exiled from elf france, very early on made the assumption that she could Wait Out the collapse of it. That the emperor would die in, yknow, 50 years, the power vacuum would be contested by every general and cousin and random former nobleman, and the country would be ripped apart, nullifying her exile by technicality. this established,

Saroel - Naielle's grandmother, 495.

Naielle loves her grandmother. She's this wise and cunning lady, who survived the turmoil of Bonaparte's rise to power by making deals and using the family's noble fortune to buy favour. Her husband died in the post-rise period, and Saroel didn't. She bought the life of her and her children when her husband was accused of treason. She's clever.

Naielle has her engagement ring, a gold band designed to snugly fit under a wedding ring, a piece of jewellery older than the empire itself. Naielle used it as a blueprint to craft a pair to it, and matching wedding rings, with which to propose to her girlfriend Xistina.

If Naielle waits out the empire's demise, she'll never see her grandmother again. Never be able to tell her she was right when she told Naielle to be careful about her historical research, or show her the now complete wedding ring. She'll never get to hug her one last time and be enveloped in a stiff embrace that smells of old pines and old times, like the oils of the paintings and brass of the sculptures that make up the universities museums, of the motar that keeps its bricks together.

Laucian - Naielle's father, 333

Naielle is a daddy's girl. She's her father's son, without question or ambiguity. She's got his square chin, his broad nose, his golden eyes, his curly hair (albeit lighter than his - her mother got lucky with that). She's got his passion for history and all that came before, for the nebulous space of was and may have been.

For Naielle's 100th birthday, Laucian gave her a red ribbon. He's not from a noble background, rising from the peasantry with a father in the military and a mother a nursemaid. He has no heirlooms to grant. But the red ribbon, Naielle thinks, is just as meaningful as the engagement ring, because it's a connection to that paternal grandmother, Shana. She was a hard worker, stern with her charges and utterly doting on her own children, sneaking small things from the noble houses she served to give them. She wore her hair in intricate braids, which she taught Laucian and his brother how to do, and she tied them, always, with red ribbon. It was her favourite colour, she'd say.

Shana died when Laucian was only 24. A child, in elf terms. He's worn a red ribbon ever since, 300 years, for longer than Shana was even alive, in her memory. And he hands this down to his daughter, who takes after him so strongly, and in whose smile he can undoubtedly see his mother's.

Naielle adores her father. She fears, down to the bone, that she has disappointed him. That in her exile she has perverted the passion they share for history, turned it into a reminder of the crushing weight of the empire. That she's ruined something.

She still wears the ribbon in honour of a woman she never met. She never learnt her braids.

Oriphira - Naielle's mother, 321

She didn't inherit any particular gift from her mother - Saroel's engagement ring was a joint gift, a blessing for such an item to skip a generation to find itself on Naielle's finger.

They haven't always been close. Oriphira inherited her own mother's preservative streak, an understanding that the family exists at a knife edge between imperial eradication and flourishing, and a single wrong move could damn them. She grew up in that tumultuous era. She would have watched her father die, or march to die, dragged from their home by imperial troops. She would have seen the pathetic graves for him and his brother, her beloved uncle, and known they should not lie there. That a family mauseleum lay open and expecting, and would recieve naught. That they were disgraced. That it was only Saroel's cunning which saved the life of her and her younger sibling.

Oriphira has seen her family's birthright, such that nobility can claim it, ripped from their grasping hands. She's clawed for every inch back. She's fought for the university Saroel used to buy their freedom. She's fought for the healers and medical practicioners to return to her town in the post-revolutionary period, as she watched her own child die of a preventable childhood infection, watched her sibling die of a stomach left to fester and rot without aid. She's seen the gods abandon that town, and she's filled that void.

She's a tough woman, and she is tough to love. Naielle does all the same. She may not have understood it then, the depths of the sacrifices her mother had made for them all, the agony she must have gone through with every child thereafter. The ingrained fear of heights, inherited in most of her children, after another fell from the roof.

But Naielle gets it now. Now that she fights in a war in a different land for its very existence, she finds that common ground. The two fight a war for their continued existence.

And Naielle imperilled it, didn't she? By raising imperial ire, a century after they last turned their baleful gaze Odelia-ward. By reminding that families like theirs, descendant from noble excess, can still be a threat.

She doesn't know what lengths her mother went to in order to keep them all safe after she left. She supposes the military service of her siblings may have shielded the family. But she knows her mother calculated the loss, and weighs that debt on Naielle's soul.

She wishes she could tell her she gets it, or thinks she does. That she understands the responsibility her mother is unjustly laden with. The blood on both their hands.

Aedelie - Naielle's older sister, 201

Naielle and Aedelie have almost a century in age between them, and its a very different dynamic than to any of their other siblings. Aedelie has to carry that torch, borne by Saroel and Oriphira, of being the responsible one. Being measured, and careful, and keeping everyone safe.

And Naielle always felt very safe. Her older sister was gentle and kind, a bulwark against anything that might hurt her. No monster under the bed would dare lay a finger on her when they knew Aedelie was never far, and even when Aedelie enlisted in the army she left her strength with them.

Aedelie's married, you know. She married a human man around 5 years ago, a fellow soldier in her cavalry unit. They have a little elf daughter, cherubic and giggly, just 2 years old with a wide toothy grin. Or so Naielle's been told.

If she waits out the collapse, she might never even meet her brother-in-law, a kind and soft-spoken man with a reflexes of an acrobat and hair like beach sand. She might never meet the man who makes her stern sister smile softly, with eyes that sparkle. A man whose duty, such that it is, is to protect Aedelie's life with his own.

Naielle is terrified for them both. War wages, and the Empire swings the proverbial club high overhead and demands blood, and her sister and brother-in-law must provide. None of them might see the two of them again. Forget the mortality of a human, anyone is mortal in the line of fire. And Naielle happens to know of a weapon, currently travelling by sea towards that firing line, and she fears what will happen when it goes off.

Quenaris - Naielle's older twin brother, 122

What can you say about a twin that isn't obvious? Peas in a pod, identical up until their mid 30s when he shot up like a stalk and left her a few inches shorter. The two know each other better than anyone else, Naielle is certain. She knew his adult name long before he told anyone, and he hers. She is him, and he is her, and they're two halves of a great whole.

Quenaris knew something was wrong, didn't he? That Naielle was lying when she said she had everything under control. That Naielle was hiding something, sparking like a fire in a cave, desperately being smothered. He saw the glitter in her eyes and knew it wasn't emotion that shone through, even if he couldn't identify the source.

She told him everything was fine. She didn't apologise for lying when it became clear it wasn't. That the situation had spiralled out of her control, that her warlock pact - a grave illegality as it stood - had shown her things she shouldn't see, and sent a beacon to the empire to observe.

He knew she lied. And she couldn't apologise, because to stay and do so would have seen her treason identified and laid bare before the Empire's vast apparatus. It would see her killed. She had to flee.

It ate her alive, it truly did. She didn't know how much he knew, how much he held against her.

She was lucky enough to see him, for only a few minutes. To hold him tight, as though by a hug they might be one and whole, and to cry, and tell him she was sorry. That he accepted her hug, and shed tears of his own, is enough for her.

It would still hurt if she never saw him again. Less, maybe, now that she knows he misses her too. Or more, to have given him a glimmer of hope that things might be normal in the future. She's scared of facing his ghost centuries from now.

Mariela - Naielle's younger sister, 110

Where do you even start?

These sisters have never been close. Each claims the other is irresponsible, too easily distracted, too something. There's always something wrong. Naielle isn't patriotic enough, Mariela is too patriotic. Naielle is too wrapped up in her books and shit that happened centuries ago, and Mariela is too concerned with her magic and the things that will happened soon, months and years in the future.

They're similar, and very different.

Naielle had no particular feeling towards her sister when she was forced to flee. To never see her again would hurt, but not as much as with others, a feeling tempered by the knowledge that Mariela would have some snide remark or another on her return. She lied to Mariela, but Mariela wouldn't care, would she? Naielle can't fathom the idea that Mariela cared either way, beyond that Naielle had embarrassed them.

Then Naielle came back, briefly, briefly, just to marry her fiance, and got roped into capturing Mariela.

What's Mariela been doing? Well, she'd taken what remained of Naielle's notes, on old histories and the magic so thusly entwined, and turned it into a weapon. A different weapon entirely, one worse than most others, and which Mariela saw simply as a tool. Naielle was a fool, she said, to focus on the historical implications of her research, and not to use its practical benefits. Look what lies in our grasp - the power to unravel reality!

Naielle was furious. She took Mariela as a prisoner of war.

And then her patron took her as a warlock.

It was not willing - Mariela made no deal, was offered no bargain she could stomach. Her will was superseded, Naielle's consent to the idea assumed, and her body made to channel magic it rejected.

Naielle did this. She did not know it would happen, had not even considered the possibility, wanted none of it. Mariela will probably never believe her.

It doesn't matter what Naielle thinks of Mariela's original ideas, her plans to turn utter destruction into a military tactic. It doesn't matter the differences of their personalities, that the two don't get along. Naielle did this. She forced this on her sister, intentionally or not, and she intends to make it right.

She expects she'll never right her initial mistake, the pact that brought her into exile in the first place. She fears she'll not right this. But it's in her power to do so, and whether Mariela wants her there or not, Naielle will fix it. Naielle would betray almost anyone to fix what she's done, burn most any bridge, because it almost isn't about Mariela anymore. It's a proxy for every mistake she's ever made, every harm she's brought, a way to try and make up for the life she ruined for herself by ever doing this.

If all goes well, Mariela will go home. Naielle can only hope she understands how much that means.

Yivien - Naielle's younger brother, 104

Probably the person for whom Naielle has the least consideration, a fact that would invariably infuriate the poor boy. The two have somewhat less in common than Naielle to Mariela, but do have one key thing - their academic focus. While Naielle is a historian, Yivien is an architect, and spent much of his youth fighting for their father's attention, to little success. Naielle was his daughter, following in his footsteps - Yivien's achievements weren't as important.

If Naielle was honest, and looked critically at herself, she would concede that Yivien is the smarter sibling. His grades are better, his grasp of abstract fundamentals stronger, he's quicker on the draw. It isn't fair, she reckons, that she was given that attention. The boy earned it, or ought have done.

She would struggle to tell him that. She doesn't think its pride - she never said she was the smartest sibling. What she struggles with is the idea that she needs to correct it, when surely, that burden lies with her parents for not acknowledging him better when she was around. Did she hog their attention? She isn't sure.

But as days grow darker, and doom grows nearer, she wonders if she should have said it anyway. Care or not, guilty or otherwise, he deserved their attention, and it was denied him. And she's responsible, in some capacity. Shouldn't she have tried to fix it? To say she was sorry?

The longer it goes, the more she thinks maybe she means it sincerely this time.

Xistina - Naielle's wife, 135

God, what could she say to her that she hasn't said already? Her most dearly beloved, a part of her soul, the keeper of her heart in turmoil. They've known each other nearly a century, and Naielle can only hope for centuries more.

Xistina wasn't in the country when Naielle went into exile. She was on business, sailing the sea, plying wares and doing trade under the gleaming sun. She would not hear news for months, till she landed in a bustling port and spotted no beaming face amidst the crowd, no-one all but ready to leap aboard before a gangplank was ever lowered. Naielle didn't know what she'd heard. She wished, dearly, that Xistina could have heard it from her.

She doesn't know what Xistina knew. She doesn't know if her fiancee saw the stars in her eyes and saw the meaning behind them. She spent years in dread. At least her siblings, her family, heard of the matter directly, that she'd had a feeble chance to defend herself in the hours before she fled. Xistina knew naught, and could learn less, and Naielle could not reach out for fear of potential consequence. Her fiance could not be party to treason. Her distance would keep her safe.

Her fiancee knew more than she thought, had an ear to the ground and the sea, and loved her still. She wore Saroel's ring proudly as a token of their love, and kept it in care over the decades.

Xistina knows it all, now. Naielle travelled across the planes to see her, to know her truly, all secrets bared on both sides. Pirate and Warlock, Traitor and Traitor. Let the empire declare their treason in love if they wish, for she has it.

And it scares her to think she might let it go. That, having come so close, having even successfully married her after decades apart, that they might lose it all. And that it will be Naielle's fault in totality. Her fault for her treason, her fault for leaving for the distant lands, and her fault for not staying when she had the chance. Who better could have ferried a wanter criminal than a rebel corsair? Where else could Naielle find that kind of safety? And yet she left, for she felt a duty to a war that still wages, and she knows there's a chance she will never return. That she will have given her wife - her wife! - false hope of a future together, of merry centuries in a free Sylvian land, or aboard a ship in the glittering sky, where no mortal government dared tread.

She fears she's given her wife a lie, and did not know it when she spoke.

[arcade-confetti]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[vaguely-concerned]

the question is who taught lucanis to knit. was it something he already knew how to do or is he picking it up over the course of the game as part of his 'if I manage to cram enough hobbies in there I won't have to sleep again ever. easy' experiment. did he learn it out of a book (as a sometime knitter, a horrifying thought but I wouldn't put it past him). as hilarious as I find the mental image of caterina with knitting needles I do not believe in it, did he pick it up from someone in the household staff growing up the same way he did cooking. is the sweater he wears with his introductory armour his own work (very funny if so it's just so. incredibly neutral toned and sensible.) I understand why he never does it on screen because animating knitting is the devil's own work and bioware were right to dodge right past it no one should wish themselves that kind of pain, but do you think off-screen he's using it the same way davrin does whittling during team meetings and book club nights (for real the grandmas were so right for this: knitting during social group situations is a neurodivergent life hack like you wouldn't believe if doodling isn't your thing/isn't doing it for you). it's that or sharpening his knives and some people seem to get a bit nervous about that so he mostly sticks to the knit one purl one of it all. does he make things for the team. for romanced rook perhaps. boring but useful things like socks and scarves, to be clear. I think mr. 'I made you a cake (cautiously marital intent)' would not mean to impress just make sure your feet weren't cold jogging around the heights of athim killing darkspawn. knitting more socks for harding so she won't get cold walking around everywhere in her fereldan *checks notes written on palm* clogs. some of taash' outfits... you think rook and lucanis are letting them walk around the anderfels like that without at least a token sensible scarf on even tho adaari are built different in terms of body temperature. I say no not in my lighthouse they would team up and mother hen them to shathann levels before they'd let that happen. (the scarf has dragons on it taash thinks it's kind of cool actually.) a bobble hat for manfred not because he really needs it but because he wanted to feel included. assan indignantly tries to steal it and fly away with it so he gets his own scarf to promote peace between the lighthouse little guys and it works. help.

[seraristuff]

Another amalgamate

[evilrobotalienclown]

I love will in primavera,, literally everyone is going damn dude u guys were close that sucks wanna join me in killing him?? U could also stay and recover normally. Like you don't have to do anything. and will is just like. no how fucking dare you. leave us alone im gonna sail the ocean to find him explore his family trauma wax poetically to him try to stab him and give him (my) head!! go kys before I do it myself. strange little gay man

[mulderiloveyou]

This one was so weird and i’m sure it could be explained in so many ways but he looks like he’s retreating 💔

My first reaction to this is why he looks so sad/disappointed?? Lmaoooo

[clumsypuppy]

meow

[shepscapades]

how do you find songs for your character playlists? is it generally just songs you like to listen to or do you have a process to choose specific songs for each storyline? how do you find/choose them? I’ve really been enjoying listening to the playlists lately!

Omg thank you so much!! Honestly, I very very rarely seek out songs for specific moments for each characters' playlists. More often than not, I will be listening to a batch of new music (my brain can be very picky as to when it's ready to consume new media and new music especially), and I usually just have my ears open for 'which character does this remind me of,' and if a character kinda clicks, 'what moment does this best represent?' and if it's not a perfect match I'll usually try to think of other characters to see if there's a better fit. Sometimes if a song is reaally close to a moment or feeling but not quite perfect, I'll try to re-imagine the events to more closely match the song more, to see if i vibe more with what the song could imply for character relationships, plot-points, etc if i were to keep and use it on the playlist. Sometimes it works and creates a plot point that matches a song like, perfectly, and sometimes I'll just keep a song because it means something verrry specific to me that others wouldn't pick up on without me explaining haha

As far as what new music i listen to, sometimes i'll rely on Spotify's smart shuffle to give me similar-sounding songs for a playlist, other times stuff will hit me while i'm listening to an artists' discography or a random album, or hell a couple of weeks ago i was re-listening to musical albums and got punched in the throat by a couple of songs that ended up being perfect fits for bdubs and 24.

It's not a super reliable system, and it leaves playlists with some big empty chunks (such as, for example, Docs playlist, which has the beginning of s8 and a large chunk of s9 pretty thoroughly covered, but a lot of the meat of s8 is missing, which bothers me because all of that i think is important for his character), but i listen to new music often enough that i'm slotting new songs across my playlists at least a couple of times a week! It's a system that works for me, and i end up putting a good variety of songs onto each playlist since i'm not searching for anything specific for each moment. Hopefully that's helpful!! :D

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It's my 14 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[cupcakewebkinz]

An Actual Engagement???

♡ I have been wanting to write this for so long... Just know this takes place years after they've escaped Gardenview, I'd estimate it'd be 4 years later than the current timeline rn. Anyways - Vee has saved enough money to finally buy Shelly a true ring and wants to actually marry her for real now, will she accept or is it too soon? ♡

ᰔᩚ Caretaker Shanon au is mine! ᰔᩚ

ʚɞ @soupiestzilla thanks again for always being here for me - here's the Shelled Vision proposal fic you've probably been wanting from me lol ʚɞ

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It's been years since their "wedding" in the oat milk aisle.

It's been over 10 years since Vee finally gave in and confessed her feelings, since Shelly claimed her that fateful night, since they started dating.

It's been too long.

Vee adjusted the pink ribbon around her neck anxiously, shaking as she gently felt her pants pocket to make sure it was in there. The box. The ring. The actual engagement ring, the one she's been saving for almost a year for, the one she knew would make Shelly the happiest dinosaur on earth. She looked over her suit in the mirror again, making sure it was perfect. It was the same dark rose theme she knew Shelly - and Glisten surprisingly enough - said she looked amazing in. Her undershirt was a hot pink, her bowtie being Glisten's old bow. She adjusted the sleeves before taking a deep breath, forcing herself to stop shaking as she walked out of their shared room. Shelly waited for her, all beautiful and perfect as always, in a flowy pink dress with one of Vee's sunhats on, pink makeup on her face - just enough to notice but not enough to cover up Vee's favorite features. They looked like they were just going on a yearly Valentine's Day date - Shelly was clueless, just laughing with her mom at a stupid dinosaur joke. Vee smiled as she nodded once.

She was definitely the one.

"Hey, ready to go on our yearly dinner date, Shells?" Vee asked casually, making the fossil turn and look at her with those beautiful amber brown eyes Vee's fallen in love with a million times over again. Vee shakily took a deep breath, her heart racing. She fell in love with them again.

"Of course Vee-Bee! Let's go! We'll be home in an hour mom!" Shelly cheered as she ran over to her girlfriend, taking her hand. Vee gripped it tighter than usual, but Shelly didn't care. Shanon just waved them off happily as Shelly lead them out, the two walking quietly to their favorite restaurant as they always did, their tails wagging in unison, Vee's gaze lost deep in Shelly's eyes. She hoped the boys she invited for support would be there... She was so nervous she might cry.

They were there, Sprout deep in a conversation with Cosmo, the two sitting at a table near the one Shelly always loved sitting at. Vee sighed in relief, feeling a little bit better with them there. She gently stopped Shelly before she sat down at their table, then grabbed both of her hands, shaking. Shelly looked at her, confused and concerned. Sprout and Cosmo were now watching, silently cheering them on.

"Shelly... I wanted to talk to you about something..." Vee managed to say quietly, the nervousness deep in her voice. Shelly looked even more concerned.

"What is it, honey? You look so scared... Are you okay..?"

"I'm fine, I just, I just hope you don't say no-"

"Say no to what???" Shelly asked, scared to know, but deeply curious now. Vee looked at the floor, taking a heavy deep breath before she let go of one of Shelly's hands.

"Shelly... We've been together for over 10 years, we've seen hell, we've survived the world ending and we've loved each other for every second of it. You held me when I needed it, I held you tight when you needed it, we've given each other thousands of kisses - hugs - compliments. We wake up every day and smile because we just see each other - we do everything together and we are so stupid together. We've shared our room for even longer than we've lived with Shanon- we get lost in each other's eyes constantly, we cheer each other on every day. We even tell each other the dumbest jokes every morning over coffee just to see each other smile... You're my world, and I'm yours-" Vee said, pausing to study Shelly's face. She was smiling one of her pure smiles, her eyes shining and full of love and bliss. Vee went on one knee, Shelly looked stunned.

"Vee-"

"Shelly... My beautiful girlfriend, best friend, my world... Would... It be okay if I officially stole your really badass last name- and made us the happiest lesbians in the world. Would you marry me?" Vee asked, pulling out the box and offering it to her. She knew she was supposed to open it, but her... Brain kind of fried when she saw that look on Shelly's face. The way she stared back at her, her eyes full of tears but joy and love and excitement. Her body trembled as a sob came out, her other hand over her mouth.

"Vee... I... I would marry you 100 times over... I... I'd love to marry you, oh my god, YES!! PLEASE!!!" Shelly answered when she got herself together enough to talk. Vee froze, Cosmo and Sprout cheered louder than they intended to, Shelly fell on her knees sobbing.

It was a happy sob though.

The two newly engaged soon were latched onto each other, crying and laughing together, both so surprised by this and loving it so much at the same time. The people around them were cheering for them, but they couldn't care. They only cared about each other.

"I love you so much you stupid fool, why would I ever say no?" Shelly asked once they'd gotten themselves mostly together, making Vee laugh while sniffling quite often.

"I just, I love you so much I got scared, I'm sorry I know you would've said yes." Vee admitted, then looked at the still closed box and then back at Shelly. Shelly just offered her hand, and Vee opened it, revealing a beautiful silver banded ring with Topazes and Emeralds embedded throughout it, a white heart shaped diamond being the centerpiece of it all. Vee gently put it on her finger, still laughing like an idiot, and soon they kissed while still sitting on the floor. They were stupid, but they were each other's stupid forever now.

"I love you, Vee."

"I love you too, Shelly."

"We should get off the floor and actually... Eat dinner..." Shelly said mid laugh, slowly getting up and helping Vee up as well. They sat down beside each other, shoulders touching, Shelly's hat being set aside just so she could use Vee's shoulder as a pillow.

They were attached to each other the entire dinner, sharing stories of their stupid past crushing on each other moments and laughing at how they still wore those dumb pop tab rings despite them being worn down and starting to fall apart now. They were deeply in love, deeply stupid, and deeply enjoying every second buried in the other's love.

They were perfect.

Cosmo and Sprout took so many pictures of them being this way, and a video of the proposal, and Sprout sent it all to Shanon, then he looked at Cosmo.

"So when do we tell them we saw everything?" He asked, tossing his phone to Cosmo, who caught it perfectly like he's done thousands of times before.

"When Vee inevitably asks for the proposal video, she did invite us here for a reason ya know." Cosmo casually replied with a smile. Sprout nodded, giving his boyfriend a kiss on the head.

"That makes so much sense... Want any dessert before we leave?" Sprout asked, tapping a finger on the table, deep in thought. He didn't care if their matching rainbow promise rings were showing, not after a whole restaurant cheered for two lesbians getting engaged anyways. It was the closest thing Cosmo wanted to a wedding, they're still debating it - since neither really see the point of one. Cosmo thought as well, then nodded.

"Only because we'd be able to see those two be happy more, they're really stinking cute together." Cosmo replied after thinking a bit, making Sprout nod.

"Agreed, I'll pay for it, no problem."

"Thanks Sprout."

"Anytime, Cosmo."

[milolovesbmc]

Yeah Star Butterfly was my favourite character as a kid (<- trans guy)

[wickmitz]

— THE ELECTRIC-FEVER REMEDY.

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

Hey folks anyone got a story or joke or doodle suggestion or something?

[writingraccoon]

Genuinely I think we as a society need to figure out why 90% of the population is unbelievably bad at math and hates it like why have we demonized truly one of the most important subjects in school

[mzminola]

/staring into the middle distance/ I saw someone say that Alfred pressured Steph to give up her baby and EX-FUCKING-SCUSE ME Alfred and Stephanie didn't even MEET until AFTER her entire teen pregnancy arc was OVER BY LIKE SEVERAL ENTIRE MORE ARCS.

Steph figures out she's pregnant shortly after the quake. Tim running away from home to be present for the birth happens before he gets stuck in No Man's Land and is what resulted in Jack agreeing to move them back from Key City. Steph gives birth and we still have the entire fucking arc of Tim stuck in No Man's Land to get through!!!

It's only after Gotham is back to semi-normal that Jack sends Tim to Brentwood and Alfred goes with Tim to Brentwood, and then is pissed at Bruce and then while Tim is at Brentwood Bruce tells Steph Tim's identity AND THEN ALFRED AND STEPHANIE FINALLY MEET FOR THE FIRST FUCKING TIME EVER AND HE'S PISSED AT HER FOR BEING A JERK TO TIM.

"pressured her to give up her baby" are you fucking SHITTING ME.

[ra-archives]

God Games finally broke me, so here's my first shot at some Epic Designs

I know Artemis isn't God Games, but wanted to do something with her anyway. Might redesign these, still shaking them around in my head. Might give Apollo shorter hair, I think he would rock a pixie cut, kinda like that one star boy concept art