#these characters just don't listen to me

[foodsies4me]

💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛i love your writing

don't know why but i love ragnor and Alec interactions.Can you wrote a little something of Alec has magicand he's working as an assistant for ragnor so he teaches,guides Alec?

Thank you for the prompt!!! I am not sure if this completely matched the prompt but it *was* fun to write. So background info, this is in the Golden Words and Sapphire Rings verse - Alec is already getting magic lessons from Ragnor as well as potions, but it's the magic lessons (or what follows after one that goes wrong) that is the focus here.

Ragnor falls down on the couch with an aggrieved sigh that could give Magnus a run for his money, theatrical fall included and all. He conjures a cup of tea for himself, rubs the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger and even goes as far as to noisily discard one of his books on the coffee table to make the fall as dramatic as can be.

Then, when Catarina doesn’t react to his theatrics outside of hiding an amused smile behind the cup of coffee she’s drinking, Ragnor lets out an even longer, louder sigh. And another.

“You know you could just say what happened without the theatrics, right?” She says as she puts her own book – an original copy of Pride and Prejudice – aside. She doesn’t bother to hide the amused smile on her face or the way her shoulders are already shaking with barely contained laughter. “So, what did Alec do this time?”

“There would have been no theatrics if you hadn’t forced my hand,” Ragnor snarks. “And he blew up-”

“I didn’t blow up anything,” Alec interrupts as he comes storming inside. His hair is standing up straight, soot and dust covering his cheeks and most of his front, all of which doesn’t lend credence to what he’s saying. “You were the one who told me I had to do it that way.”

“I also instructed you to start slowly, which is a word I would expect you to know given your age,” Ragnor says and oh, it’s another one of those days, Catarina thinks. It had been a while since Ragnor and Alec got into one of their snark fests from Alec’s unorthodox approach to being a warlock. Almost a whole three days.

“Maybe it’s your age that’s the problem,” Alec says bluntly, brushing some of the soot off of his hair and ‘accidentally’ making it fall on Ragnor’s hair and coat instead. “Because I didn’t have any problem when I followed Cat’s or the books’ instructions.”

“You didn’t have any problems because you were doing it wrong,” Ragnor stresses. “You aren’t thinking of what you’re doing, instead you’re focusing on what you want the end result to be. I’ve already told you so a million times by now you brat.” He rubs the bridge of his nose again as he says this before he looks over at her and-

“Oh, no,” Catarina says, stopping him before he manages to open his mouth, “as amusing as this is, you two are not dragging me into the middle of this.”

Ragnor harrumphs in displeasure while Alec shoots a self-satisfied smirk his way and, not for the first time, Catarina wonders which of the two is the actual child.

At least Raphael isn’t there this time around.

Ragnor follows the loud harrumph with an eye-roll that she knows he picked up from the teen standing behind him and sweeping soot off of his clothes and onto Ragnor's. And, despite the visual, differences between both men – or well between the man and the teenager who really should allow himself to act his age more often - Catarina can’t help but see how much they’ve picked up the other’s mannerisms over the last few months.

Alec brushes some more dust and soot onto Ragnor before the man catches on, swiping the dirt onto his fingers with an exasperated expression before, with a familiar glint in his eyes, he turns his wrist to magically dump all of the soot and dust back on to Alec and then some.

Alec lets out an affronted squawk that Catarina is more used to hearing from Ragnor, hazel eyes wide in shock and Catarina takes that as her cue to check her watch, “Oh is it so late already?” and portal out of the room.

The last thing she hears before the portal closes behind her is Ragnor’s aggrieved shriek when Alec decides to take revenge by plopping himself down on the cream-colored sofa – soot and all.

[clown-owo]

been replaying the Portal series I think this is where its heading

[chaoticfvckingdisaster]

Something I think about a lot is how Rick Riordan very rarely uses "girlfriend/boyfriend" to refer to Percy and Annabeth within their perspectives. They're so intertwined, even Annabeth says in hoh that the word boyfriend isn't strong enough, because Percy was a part of her. They are a singular soul, too wrapped around each others' fates that regular labels are far too weak for them. But, Rick Riordan uses "boyfriend" a lot in Nico and Wills perspectives, not because they love each other less than percabeth, but to show how much the word means to them. Nico uses it any chance he gets- "his boyfriend," "he actually had a boyfriend," because Nico has never been able to say that before. Their struggle with their queer identities mixed with Nico's catholic guilt and chronic everyone-hates-me disease makes the fact that he has someone to call his actual boyfriend so much more important to his character development.

[horsechestnut]

I just think it's really neat how much fans have latched onto the fact that Stephanie Brown was Robin.

Like, both in and out of universe Stephanie was never meant to be taken seriously as Robin. The writers only made her Robin so that her death in War Games would be shocking and Bruce only made her Robin because he thought it would make Tim jealous enough to come back. She only had the mantle for 71 days before being fired (for doing something that literally every other Robin has also done and not been fired over), and she was only active during 50 of them. There are only six issues where Steph is Robin in the canon timeline.

Her final words before her death are asking Batman (Batman, because even on her death bed he doesn't trust her enough to take off his mask) if any of it was real. Was she really Robin? And Batman assures her that of course she was, that she was part of the legend and no one can take it away from her. Except it's a lie, because despite his reassurances, Batman never puts up a memorial or does anything to preserve her memory. He never really thinks of her as Robin, and even her friends will always think of her as Spoiler before ever remembering Robin.

Meanwhile DC spent years ignoring her time as Robin, to the point where it was completely erased from existence for awhile. It's technically back now, because timelines are weird, but unlike the others it's never been altered. She's never been given a second chance at it, no one's ever gone back and added more issues or details about those 71 days, or even seems to want to acknowledge them most of the time.

But fans have clung on to it anyway. Sure, there are lots of people who make Robin posts that are just about the boys, but there are just as many people who are ready to fight anyone who doesn't include her. Maybe it was only for a little while, but she was Robin, and we're sure as hell not going to forget it. If DC isn't going to bother to remember, than we will.

Stephanie Brown was Robin. She was part of the legend. It was real. No matter what, no one can take that away from her.

[chattematsu]

[4.0 archon quest spoilers]

[egophiliac]

ten minutes into the trip and already Leona's elaborate get-out-of-work-free plan has gone wildly off the rails. off to a great start!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[autisticandroids]

FAMINE: That's one deep, dark nothing you've got there, Dean.

[youtube with closed captions]

dean and his father. dean and his family. dean and how bad it is.

(via @closetoyou1970)

[am-cogitoergosum]

It's easy to forget how genuinely terrifying the poppy war characters are. Rereading the books and then trying to imagine them all in your head as a tv show and it's like. What do you mean Chaghan's eyes were blank pools of nothingness that were too big for his face. What do you mean Daji's eyes go from a hypnotic angelic black to literal demon from hell in the span of a millisecond. What do you mean Jiang said "you're not supposed to be here" and then smiled like a lunatic. What do you mean Riga can make you relive your worst memories by simply touching your head. WHAT DO YOU MEAN Nezha parted the heavy rain so that only he could have a clear pathway. And what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK KINDA HORRIFIC THINGS WERE ALTAN AND RIN UP TO.

[gecemi09]

Do you ever think about how horrible of a title "Batman's Greatest Failure" is? How degrading and dehumanising? Everything you achieved in life is forgotten and reduced to the way it ended.

You aren't a person. You are a failure. Your whole life is pushed aside and made a part of someone else's life story. You never mattered, if it weren't for that person you would have meant nothing at all.

Aren't you glad? Aren't you glad you are remembered as something? Even if that something is just saying your whole existence equals just to a mistake in someone's life? An old page that everyone is so desperate to forget. A lapse in judgement. A regret. The people you saved, the people you loved, what you did in life, none of that matters. All that matters is how another person was affected by your death. That is all you will ever be. Everything you did and didn't do will always be irrevocably tied to that person, for better or worse.

You are unable to exist without that person and the only way for you to exist is through his perception of you. The only way for others to see you is to look at you through his biased interpretations of who you were.

You weren't a child or a hero or a martyr or a son or a victim. All you ever were, and will be, is someone's "Greatest Failure".

[doodleodds]

Happy Valentines, Akira. Happy Valentines, Asshole.

If you can’t read what Akechi’s secondary inner-dialogue says cause I obscured it too much behind his regular dialogue, here’s a transcription in panel order: Hello, you fucking- Ah- Hello, Akira! Fuck off, why should I tell you- Just a soda- there’s a new flavor.

I don’t want your shitty gift. Oh- haha! You’re so sweet.

I hope I choke. They’re lovely, thank you.

Like hell. Likewise. There’s no way it’s just a coincidence. Still though, it’s a funny coincidence.

[toastsartcornerthesequel]

An AU where Kon saves and befriends his many clones ( + Travv)

Context and rambles are in the tags

[woo-wahhhh]

[ the dance stage is upon the back of my neck–; ] believe it or not, aventurine was seldom this reckless– yes, he had a reckless streak in him; he wasn't so foolish to argue against that allegation, but he would like to argue that he always operates on a strictly calculated gamble and never one without even the sliver of a chance of falling on the right side of the die.

yet this– this was odd for even him.

what a pesky kind of temptation, aventurine thought to himself, when your fingertips danced along the nape of his neck, nails slipping under his collar, unintentionally driving a new wave of desire to crash over his skin. he braced his hand on the bed frame frame behind you, hazily making sure he didn't didn't topple down on you– that would be another can of worms to open, perhaps even peskier than the way he was now making out with his own secretary.

it was strange; odd, even, how usually, he would always have his wits with him, no matter how much he had to drink. he wasn't one to fool around with other people– money was enough for him– and yet, there he was, completely sober in terms of alcohol consumption yet intoxicated on the sweetness of this unintended kiss.

"oh- ah, that tickles!" those were the first words spoken in quite a while, only leaping forth from your mouth when aventurine had pulled away for a quick moment, only to press his lips hotly against your throat, no doubt leaving a bruise or maybe even a hint of your lipgloss that streaked crimson across his lips. he shivered at the sensation of your cold palms suddenly laying flat over his shoulders and under his shirt, almost biting down from the shock.

this was odd for him, since he thought he'd already learned there was absolutely no worth in jumping headfirst after fleeting feelings of attraction and, if he dared to perceive it, affection. it would always disappoint him in the end when he would be the one to stand alone.

but maybe he was growing weak.

maybe i actually need to schedule an appointment with ratio, he pondered, suddenly pulling away to examine your flushed face. your expression was so lovely, cherry red heat blossoming across the apples of your cheeks as your panted, face tilted into the hand that he cupped your face with. you were so strict, under normal circumstances, unbothered even when he asked you of the most ridiculously outlandish requests for the sake of his missions and business deals, but here you were, sickeningly content as you nuzzled your nose against the palm of his hand.

he nudged your bottom lip with his thumb, gathering the shiny lipgloss under his skin and lifting it to his own lips to smear across his mouth. it was a bit endearing how your legs, which had been wrapped around his waist, tightened, just for a heartbeat– he supposed his actions had the same effect that yours had on him.

"... sir?" what a time for honourifics, he chuckled to himself, suddenly pinching your cheek in response to the gentle call. "is... is something wrong?"

"no," he replied promptly, much to the surprise evident across your visage. "i'm just thinking that you're much bigger of a gambler than i am,"

"is... is that an insult?" why so earnest?

"... the fact you ask me that in the first place feels like an insult to me,"

"oh,"

"mhm," aventurine hummed in agreement, watching your lips purse into a sheepish line, just like you always did whenever things got awkward– how you were bold enough to even get to this point was beyond him. but perhaps that was your charm, the same way his uncanny confidence and gusto was his. "you're going to regret this in a couple system hours, aren't you, my dearest secretary?"

you peered up at him owlishly– "not really. you're a wonderful kisser, sir,"

"i... if topaz catches wind of this, she'll report me to HR,"

"but she won't," he had to say, he was quite charmed by that challenging glint in your eyes, "so you're fine?"

"i'm rubbing off on you, huh," he mumbled, half covering his mouth with his face to stifle laughter that was too boyish for a grown man like him.

"even so," you murmured, suddenly flopping onto your back, a dull thud resonating from the– well, his, mattress. you were pouting, your lips were endearing and it was driving him nuts somehow. pesky, pesky, pesky! "i do like your company,"

his eyebrows arched up at your words. "that's all?"

"do i need more of a reason to spend time with someone?"

he wanted to laugh, half disbelieved by the simplicity of thought. but it wasn't a completely incorrect train of thought, much to his dismay. "your reasoning is quite simple,"

"why must i complicate everything?" you countered, extending a hand forward. your fingertips could graze his collar, the skin on his neck, yet you simply remained in one place, so tantalizingly at arm's length. "perhaps sometimes i just want something."

"nothing more, nothing less," he murmured, more to himself, but perhaps he finished your thought as well judging the surprisingly bright grin you shot him.

"your gamble's paying off quite well," aventurine grinned, placing your hand against his neck and leaning down. "i almost think it's a bit... too good of a gamble,"

"i learned from the best,"

"sweet talking now, huh? i don't hate it." yes, he quite enjoyed it, in fact, so much so that he didn't think twice when closing the distance, teasingly licking your lips before sealing them with a kiss and giving into the heated desire dancing its way up his spine.

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

TOURNAMENT MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

Blink

Synopsis

In an abandoned house, the Weeping Angels wait. The only hope to stop them is a young woman named Sally Sparrow and her friend Larry Nightingale. The only catch: the Weeping Angels can move in the blink of an eye. To defeat the ruthless enemy — with only a half of a conversation from the Tenth Doctor as help — the one rule is this: don't turn your back, don't look away and don't blink!

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

City of Death

Synopsis

While taking in the sights of Paris in 1979, the Fourth Doctor and Romana sense that someone is tampering with time. Who is the mysterious Count Scarlioni? Why does he seem to have counterparts scattered through time? And just how many copies of the Mona Lisa did Leonardo da Vinci paint?

Propaganda

even if your not a classic who fan, you have seen moments from this, “wonderful butler, he’s so violent”, “youre a beautiful woman, probably”, “if you wanted an omelette I’d expect to find a pile of broken crockery, a cooker in flames, and an unconscious chef”. The location shooting, iconic, the music, iconic, the plot, so iconic I was once watching something (non doctor who) that referenced it as a fake historical event. Dare I say duggan is the greatest side character of all time. Romana’s outfit, the design of scaroth, the implication time lords can fly. it’s not my favourite overall, but its damn near close, it deserves AT LEAST the semi finals, AT LEAST. If you’ve not seen it or any classic who, go watch it, its so good, one of the best of the era. Also, how could I forget, the most watched episode on broadcast out of all of doctor who, including new who. (yes it was because itv was off the air due to strikes, but im glad its this episode that holds the record) (anonymous)

[tarisilmarwen]

"Thrawn only joined the Empire to help the Chiss!"

Okay sure but have any of you bothered to self-examine why Thrawn chose to join the Empire instead of, say, the Republic, when that was still around? Or why he didn't chose to throw in with the Rebellion, put his tactical mind to use helping them overthrow the Empire quicker?

Could it be... perhaps... that maybe he values the Empire's military strength... more than he cares about the authoritarian tyranny with which it oppresses its own people?

Is it possible that he thinks the Empire's main problem is that it isn't effective enough, too much politicking getting in the way of sound strategy, but if he's around (and in charge) he can guide things so that those annoying little wrinkles (AKA the pockets of discontent and rebellion and fully justified anger at their rights and freedoms being trampled on) are all smoothed out and the overall Imperial machine is better, more in control of its assets, a stronger more unified bulwark against the outergalactic threat of the Grysk or the Vong or whatever.

Is it perhaps just a bit self-centered of him to only care about the Empire's ability to service his own goals and desires and be apathetic (at best) to the way it makes people suffer daily under its inherent systems? The Twi'leks and Wookies being constantly kidnapped and sold into slavery? The careless industrialization of arboreal worlds? The socialization and absorption of all private industry, forcing everyone to work through and with the Empire if they want to work at all? The systematic persecution of anyone remotely Force Sensitive? Is it not the mark of some kind of soul rot to be aware of all of that and go, "Yeah, but I don't care, they have the bigger guns, which is what I need."?

Maybe... just maybe... Thrawn has some Machiavellian tendencies and opinions and maybe this just might... make him not entirely a good person?

And maybe y'all should think about that before you come back and whine about his portrayal as a villain, as if all he has to do is explain to people that he did everything for a good reason and he gets an automatic narrative pardon for all of the shit he did while Grand Admiral that still needs to be addressed and answered for.

[screwpinecaprice]

Ah I forgot I made this last October. Patreon request for connverse family photo (with middle-aged Connie and Steven and adult kiddos) requested by Connversin!

Ebony and Sakura(?)'s faces (the two above Lion) didn't turn out the way that I wanted to look, but overall with my record, not bad for something I drew under three hours. lol