#playlist related

[altraviolet]

random writing thoughts

Random writing thoughts, cut for length

ONE:

how many lovers has TEG SW had? (before the war/emotion suppressing protocols were implemented)

what'd'ya think? successful & popular athlete but incredibly weird & reclusive...

I ask because I don't know the answer yet :D but you'll find out the answer next chapter! in the saddest way possible

when I say 40% of this shit is yolo'd, I mean it. SW's love life has not been relevant to the story, so I haven't thought much about this yet. that's how I get away with not knowing smol details til I need to.

it's not super important next chapter - it's going to be a throwaway detail buried in a paragraph of description - it doesn't have to be there. but we need to start creeping into that sort of territory.

I think he's had at least a handful. but more than that? not sure. he's never loved anyone, but he has delighted in others ;D

actually I just thought about this a bit more. I figured he'd have his pick of partners, being famous and all. and he'd probably be fascinated/intrigued/attracted to at least a few people. so maybe a handful. but anyone in the audience watching what he does with his tentacles would be TERRIFIED to be alone with him. LOL. like, you see what he does with that primary tentacle. you wanna be fucking dead??? this is hilarious now. and also I still don't have an answer xD

TWO:

AO3 only counts finished fics towards your word count for the year, so unless I finish TEG this year and/or write something else, I'm going to have ZERO word count for 2023. Which sucks, cuz I've written tens of thousands of words for TEG this year. I wish AO3 could count actually uploaded words for the year.

so that, plus we are in Spooky Times, makes me wanna write a short horror story. I have a very basic idea, I have 2 characters in mind, but I can't figure out the plot. or the reason for The Horror Thing. trying to engage the World Building Brain Cells but they are quiet right now D: I'mma blame that on being sick.

anyway. trying not to be bummed about not writing much. MUST. WRITE. I've been too tired to even go grocery shopping. I'M SO TIRED being an adult is so tiring. taking Friday off tho, I hope I write then ;A;

THREE:

I'm listening to "Thousand Miles" by Tove Lo and it made me realize this is totally a TEG Mirage/Skywarp song! so for those folks who like making playlists, there's one for ya :)

[maibeloved]

Bonnie meets the child

[egberts]

i am genuinely begging you to drop the planelist

[excali8ur]

Die already.

[manhattan-gamestop]

The fact that some people can equate an entire musical genre to just its stereotypes and never listen to it is baffling to me. Like no, metal isn't just screaming, country isn't just trucks beer and misogyny, rap isn't just sexualizing women and getting money. When will people learn to escape their comfort zone oh my god

[birdietrait]

pretty like the sun

[nopanamaman]

anger management is back babyyy (kinda)

https://youtu.be/V8PrDmN04P0

[incorrectbatfam]

The Spotify link doesn't seem to be working on the road trip ask?

I just linked my profile overall since I have multiple character playlists! But here are the specific ones:

Duke

Bruce

Cass

Jason

Tim

Damian

Dick

Batboys workout playlist

Batgirls workout playlist

(note: these were created by Tumblr polls and don't completely reflect what I think would fit/what they'd listen to)

[mellow-plum]

✨CHENFORD playlist✨ 🎶

[dhmis-autism]

went thru duck spotify playlists the other day and. a LOT of you do not get him at all. but one of you out there get him TOO well and used that to hurt ME

[koukaaa-descent]

the antithesis of hate

(This is not necessarily connected to the art,, I've just had this in my drafts for a while and. Well.)

Monsoon was scorched by the blaze of the star, fragile skin blackening, sparse blues burning away beneath the heat of it. Indigo, suddenly impulsive, wrapped his arms around it. The poor thing is so much larger now—it’s nearly impossible to wrap his arms all the way around its body.

“You need to live,” he says, finding something awfully wet in his voice beneath the star’s hissing fires. Monsoon rattles, a series of short chirps interspersed with sharp clicks. It sounded almost familiar to the coo of a pigeon. Because of either mimicry or familiarity, its arms wrap around him as well, reciprocating such a familiar touch in spite of the pain each movement brought. Claws settle against the fabric of his uniform, never piercing the thick material.

“You need to live,” Indigo forces out, heartbroken for a reason he could not possibly discern. A terrible sense of hopelessness pervaded his senses. Heat began to char his suit, vicious flame devouring all it touched. He fought back the heat in his eyes caused not by pain but rather something else.

Monsoon would sprint through a field filled with eyeless dogs if Indigo had been the one to say that it was safe. That was the problem with creatures so beautifully intelligent yet so loyal—loyalty could bring about suicide for the sake of another. Intelligence would grant it the ability to know that and do whatever it was anyway.

They’re running out of time. They’ve always been running out of time. Indigo’s just glad that they got to spend their short lives together. He squeezes Monsoon as tight as he can, wondering where his tiny, inquisitive little dove had gone. A Bracken grew so impossibly quickly that those days had begun and ended in a mere moment of time. But... what a truly wonderful moment it was.

Fire engulfs the star, shrieking a demand unto the universe itself. Monsoon keens in pain, wrapping itself around his body with what little it can move. Loyal to the point of suicide.

In an awfully short moment, wrapped in his oldest companion's arms, Indigo finally puts a name to that foreign emotion. Love.

Light sears his sclerae through the tinted visor. With a raspy, thin whistle, Monsoon frays beneath it and scatters away into ash that utterly blinds Indigo to the world beyond. Very suddenly, the searing pain does not mean anything. Nothing at all.

The star billows into existence as it finally implodes, roaring past them—the impossibly tiny things that they both were in the face of it.

The last thing that Indigo ever sees. The first thing that he dares to regret.

[canon-toaster]

Memories still linger

[apollos-boyfriend]

schlarklez au where jordan is a pirate and schlatt is a shitty siren who’s Really Fucking Bad at his job but for some reason jordan is All For It and every day his crew is forced to fucking hold him back from jumping overboard for the siren who’s literally smoking weed in the middle of his song

[shyam-kariya]

Mahmoud Darwish // "Drink your coffee, embrace the silence, do not take people seriously, do not take life upon yourself, do not exaggerate your emotions, and do not please anyone against your will."//

[lesovyart]

im so obsessed w them that I made fanart AND my own playlist

[finncakes]

but black is the color of my true love's hair