#Back from the Dead (trope)

[allright]

came back wrong trope but the character knows that they came back wrong. they’re so acutely aware of how different they are now from how they were before that it drives them fucking insane. they’re stuck trying to return to somebody that’s long dead. they can never be the person they once were. everybody around them knows it. deep down, they know it too, but they’re trapped in a cycle of their own making. of trying to revive someone that no longer exists.

#i am just obsessed w the idea of someone being revived that so badly wants to be the person they used to be but that person is dead. #they're dead and gone and now all that is left is the person they are now who is fucked up from being revived !!!! #it drives them to madness <3 #also whenever i think of the came back wrong trope i think of jason todd #classic came back wrong (or different at least) trope #all.right

[thebookworm0001]

Highlights of Glass Onion

1-Daniel Craig’s terrible southern accent

2-Daniel Craig as Benoit Blanc playing Among Us in his bathtub again Angela Lansbury and Stephen Sondheim

3-“it’s so dumb”“It’s so dumb it’s brilliant”“No! It’s just dumb”

4-literally the whole movie is about how dumb Elon Musk is. Also Zuckerberg. And whoever the fuck the other billionaire is. But also definitely Elon Musk.

4-Benoit Blanc is so clearly gay in such a casual way I love it

5-Janelle Monáe

6-The very clear messaging of ‘you will never take down a person like this through the legal ways so just beat the shit out of them until something gives’

7- everyone is clearly having the time of their lives making this movie

#glass onion #truly a delight #as good as knives out? #no but still a delight #it is so damn good at understanding the tropes of the genre #and leaning into them enough to make it work before twisting them enough to keep things fresh #and it does it in a different way from knives out #knives out says ‘you know whodunnit - and you want them to get away with it’ then throws that last twist in #glass onion says ‘this is the most fucking transparent plot but you won’t believe that because you want it to be complex and layered’ #and you nod right along because despite the fact that the title tells you precisely how simple this plot is #you still expect layers of onion to be peeled back to reveal something new #it’s freaking amazing #and then a billionaire gets his house blown up because he’s an idiot #also that’s a very nice and controlled fire I’m very glad they’re not all dead

[lightasthesun]

new achievement unlocked: TV tropes

'Bury your gays' has been updated to 'bring your gays back from the dead'

#new tv trope just dropped: revive your gays #bring wlw back from the dead #warrior nun #lmao #queer

[ganondoodle]

im listening to some zelda music compilations again and i gotta say 2 things

damn does the hyrule warriors, aoc included, line have some bangers or what

and damn, if you ignore the absolut blast i was having fighting koga, does totks music on its own make me feel things the game never did, like i dont wanna sound like i keep hating on it but man the music is SO GOOD in ways the game didnt deliver on and when i hear it i just kinda drift off into what id imagine the game being like with music like this and then be sad about the real one like the trailer music alone is just GOD what it made me think theyd dare do with the story after turning what was largely considered THE zelda gameplay so on its head, now surely totks gonna be daring in terms of story, its the most logical progressio-

oh :(

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #totk #music gets to me on a level that no picture can #like when i hear the music i tear up!!!! #and yet the only times i got teary eyed when playing the game was whenever i fought koga bc i was so ecstatic to have him back #and the cutscene were gan does THAT face bc i laughed so hard about it i half cried #sorry gan #the cutscene before didnt phase me bc the story didnt hook me at all and i knew sonia was the dead wife trope #but i didnt expect that face from him and im pretty sure i burst out laughing despite trying my best to stay silent during cutscenes #anyway the music makes me mad bc its so good #some themes even have a distinct joe hisaishi feel to it and that on top of the ghibli aesthetic they borrowed from #but none of the good storytelling makes me so god damn frustrated sad #i fear the next game ngl

[sneezingfetishftw-fics]

Insufferable (1/7)

My sick!Vox fic is finally up, or at least part 1 is! Decided to break into what I think will be 2 chapters. Featuring an insufferable bastard, plus caretaking from the Vees.

Next chapters: 2 3 4 5 6 7

Wavs: 1 3

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“Why are the lights so fucking bright in here? Are you trying to give me a headache?” Vox was often a bit of an insufferable prick, but today he was far worse than usual. His interview for Voxtech Angelic Security was just an hour away and he’d already managed to insult pretty much everyone in the room. The lights dimmed, he returned to a previous complaint. “And why haven’t you turned the AC colder already? It’s like a sauna in here!”

“The AC is already as cold as it goes, sir.”

“Then fix it! God, what am I even paying you for?” He paused, then pulled out his cell phone. “Hey Val, are you free right now? I got an employee I’d like you to knock some sense into—or rip the limbs off of, whichever you prefer. I could do it myself, but I know how much you enjoy that thing.”The employee shuddered. “Great, thanks! See you soon.”

Vox looked around. “Where is my water bottle? There should be one on the interviewing desk. Is anyone around here doing their goddamn job?” Another employee rushed over with a water bottle. “Finally.” He took a sip and immediately grimaced. “Where did you get this? Normal water doesn’t scrape my throat like that! Disgusting.” He threw the water bottle aside, pausing only to make sure the lid was on first.

He took a deep breath, which immediately triggered a coughing fit, his voice crackling like a broken speaker. His screen went grey and fuzzy, static flaring with each cough. “Who did the last maintenance on the filtration system?” A sheepish woman stepped forward. “Fix it! Actually, no. Get out. You’re fired. The air is so thick in here I can hardly breathe.” She hung her head and wandered off. It wasn’t like she was the first to be fired on a whim, and at least Vox didn’t literally tear people apart. “I’ll take a look at it along with the AC, then, sir,” the employee from earlier offered.

“You’d better. But don’t think that’s enough to save you,” Vox said, standing so close the employee could hardly hear anything over the fan. “Val’s still on his way.” The employee gulped.

Valentino began shivering the moment he stepped in the door, but he ignored that and made a beeline for Vox. “Where’s the victim?” he asked with a grin.

Vox pointed to the man cowering in the corner. “He won’t fix the AC.” Val nodded, still shivering. “He says it’s already as cold as it can go, but I’m boiling here!” Val raised an eyebrow at that. A loud whirring started as Vox’s fans kicked in.

Val put a hand on Vox’s forehead, and jerked it away almost immediately. “Amorcito, you’re incredibly hot!”

“Save it for later, Val,” Vox chuckled.

“No, I mean it’s hard to believe how much you’re overheating. And in a freezing room, no less. I thought my hand was going to burn!” Vox crossed his arms and shook his head. “I mean it, Vox, you’re obviously running a fever!”

“Shut up. I’m fi… hi…” his screen flickered with each hitch. “Hi’tzzzcht! Fine.”

“Sir?” The employee raised a finger tentatively, regaining some boldness now that neither of them was ripping him apart. “One of the lights just broke.”

“Why the fuck are you telling me? Just fix it! Ugh, it’s a wonder anything gets done around here.” He gave a long sniff, trying to stave off the buzzing tickle. “And send a cleaning crew in. It’s way too du… huh… huh… hut’TZZZZSHT! Dusty in here.”

“We just cleaned yesterday…” the employee said weakly, trying not to look at the speaker that had just popped.

“I didn’t ask you when the last cleaning was, I asked you to clean the damn studio! Now get on with it before I change my mind and let Val rip your arms off.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” The employee practically ran off to begin his tasks as Val gave a toothy grin, looking menacing despite the intense shivering.

“There you go. I’ll be back here for the sound check. And this place better be fucking spotless.”

Vox and Val walked out the door. “I’ll catch you at the penthouse,” Vox said, activating his teleportation powers. He only made it a few feet. “Hhh’dzzzzcht!” The hallway lights flickered.

“How about we walk together?” Val offered, wrapping his arm around Vox. Vox sighed, but it wasn’t like he had a choice. Repeatedly teleporting a few feet at a time sounded even more annoying than walking. While they walked, Val pulled out his phone with his free hand to text Velvette. “Meet at the penthouse ASAP.”

Velvette almost dropped her phone when she saw the pair of them walk through the door. “Walk” was actually a bit of an overstatement. Vox was practically staggering, leaning heavily on Val for support. His screen was dimmed, except for a bright spot in the center where his nose would be, if he had one. His fans were still whirring loudly. His normally immaculate suit was wrinkled, as if he’d crumpled in on himself repeatedly. The man was, quite obviously, a mess.

Velvette stared in silence for a moment. “Wow. He really does look awful, doesn’t he?”

Vox glared. “I’m fine. I’m just taking a quick break before the studio’s ready for my interview. Those morons still have a lot to set up.” The pair stared at him.

“Um, Vox? You sure now is the best time for an interview?” Velvette asked.

“I’m fine,” he insisted, his hypnotic eye swirling so slowly it might as well be a broken Ferris wheel.

“Right,” Velvette said, rolling her eyes as Vox’s screen flickered again. “Totally fine, and definitely not about to sneeze.”

“I’m not going to… hih’tzzzzch!” He opened his mouth to protest more, but no sound came out. Damn it, were his audio drivers glitching too? Or was it just his vocal cords? He smacked the side of his head with a grimace. “The interview has to be today. If I delay it, it’ll look like we’re hiding something.” Thank god that worked. Vox without his voice was… well, he really didn’t want to think about that.

Velvette raised an eyebrow. “You literally just smacked yourself in the head cause you couldn’t talk. You really think you’re in a good state to be giving an interview?”

Vox’s screen brightened for a moment. “I’m fine! It’s fixed now.” His screen dimmed again, then started flickering. “I’m perfectly heal… heh… hhh… healthy! Just let me go to the godda… ehh… ahh… hah’TZZZZSHT! The goddamn interview.” Valentino’s phone instantly shut off. Velvette, seeing this, clutched her phone tightly to her chest.

Val tried turning his phone back on, but it was unresponsive. “You broke my phone, Vox. You broke my fucking phone! What else are you gonna break if you go back in there?”

Vox frowned. Loath as he was to admit illness, it really was in his best interest to minimize property damage. Especially with a live audience.

“I’ll do the interview,” Velvette offered.

Vox gave a laugh that quickly turned into a coughing fit, his screen a sputtering mess of static again. “No offense, Velvette, but I’m pretty sure you’re not familiar with the ins and outs of the system.”

“And I’m pretty sure you’re not recognizing you don’t have a lot of options. Would you rather send Valentino?”

The other two recoiled at the suggestion. “God, no!” Vox replied. “Ugh, I guess if you really want to, go knock yourself out. My notes are on that tah… hhh… ahh… hah… hah’TDZZZCHT! Tablet.” Said tablet was now stuck in bluescreen. “Shit.” He rubbed his aching head, trying to think.

“Are the notes backed up like the rest of your files?” Vox nodded, not even trying to speak this time. “I can pull it up on my phone, then. I’ve got this. Backbone of the Vees, remember? You just stay here and get some rest,” she said, blowing a kiss as she left.

Velvette strutted out the door, taking with her the responsibility that had been keeping Vox together, and it was like a switch had been flipped. Vox immediately plopped himself down on the couch, limbs dangling limply. “Everything huuuurts, Val.”

“I know, Amorcito, that’s why I’m here.” He gently stroked Vox’s arm. “Now, is it really everything? Or can you be a bit more specific so I can actually help you?”

Vox’s mouth moved, but no words. A frown. A throat clearing sound. More mouth movement, still no words. A deeper frown. A self-inflicted smack on the side of the head. Still no words. The fans kicked into high gear as Vox was about to spit steam out of his head.

“Shh, gentle, Voxy. Let’s try not to blow out the power grid again, hm?” Val patted Vox’s screen. “I’ll get you something for your throat.” He searched through the fridge for some Gatorade. Electrolytes had to do something for an electric being, right? In the absence of any speech from Vox, the fans were even more noticeable. Better grab a cold compress from the freezer too, then. He placed the cold pack on Vox’s screen and handed him the bottle. Vox took a sip and shook his head. His voice still failing him, Vox made images appear on the screen. Val blinked, trying to figure out what he was looking at.

“Something wrong with the drink?” A nod. “Tastes bad?” Head shake. Val tried to think what could possibly be wrong with a drink. “Too liquidy?” Vox rolled his eyes. “Wrong color?” A facepalm. “Uh… too cold?” Vigorous nodding, and then a wince and a dizzy expression. “I got it. Just rest here, Vox. I’ll find you something.”

Val returned a few minutes later with a steaming mug of tea. Vox’s screen was dim and pale, the colors washed out. His weak fingers could barely grasp the handle of the mug. “Oh, Voxy, you poor thing,” Val said, his wings wrapping around Vox for support. The steam from the drink got into Vox’s vents and his screen started flickering. Val noticed immediately and set the mug on a nearby table, holding Vox through the buildup.

“Hhh… hhhh… hhh… hhht’dzchhht! Hhhh’zzzzch! Hhh’ZZZZZSHT! Htchh’RRRRGZZZZZZT! Ugh.” The demon clawed at his throat, then paused in realization. “Fucking hell that hurt!” He winced. “Talking hurts.” Still, better to have a functioning voice, he supposed. He gestured to the mug, and Valentino handed it to him. He took a sip, grimaced, and then finished the rest of the mug in one gulp. Val surveyed the room and realized that a few of the TV screens were out. “Let’s get you into bed, hm?” Vox raised an eyebrow. “Not like that! Unless you want to, of course…” he added, licking his lips. Vox shook his head, exhausted. Val led Vox to the bedroom, the TV clinging hard to the moth as he took a few shaky steps. Val paused, then nodded to himself. He hoisted Vox over his shoulder, ignoring the spluttering protests. “Amorcito, you can barely walk. Let me carry you for a bit.”

Vox huffed, and Val felt the static shock. “You could at least have the decency to carry me like your partner instead of, I don’t know, a corpse?”

Val chuckled. “Have you seen yourself, darling? You practically are a corpse at this point.” Still, he switched to bridal carry.

After what felt like an eternity, dragged out by Vox’s complaining that he was on death’s door, they finally reached the bed. Val laid Vox down and sat next to him. “Now then, does everything still hurt? What can I get you?”Vox’s lips moved silently, then rapidly into what Val assumed to be a string of curse words. Hard to tell without audio. Val sighed. “You really are feeling awful, aren’t you?” Vox nodded. Val stared at Vox for a while until the moth’s singular brain cell finally came up with an idea. He blew a puff of smoke in Vox’s face. Vox flinched, and his screen flickered rapidly. “Hhh… hih… hhhh’dzzzzzzcht! Hih’tzzzzsh! Hah’TZZZZZCHT! TZZZSH! Tzzzsch’TZZZZZST’dzTZZZZZSSHHT! What the fuck, Val?” He rubbed his throat. “Oh. Uh… thanks, I guess? I don’t know. That fucking sucked.”

“If you’d rather not repeat that, then I suggest you get your words out now before you lose your voice again.”

Vox scowled, but he knew it was a valid point. “I just… I’m sore all over. It’s not fair! What did I do to deserve this?” Val raised a finger. “Besides everything that got me into hell.” Val shrugged. “Ugh… my throat hurts, my head hurts, all my muscles ache, there’s this constant buzzing in the back of my head that won’t go away, everythig is blisterigly warmb whatever I try… oh for fugck’s sake, I get congestiod dnow too? Ughhhh…” He groaned and rolled over, faceplanting into the bed.

Val tutted sympathetically. “You never do anything half-assed, do you?” Vox nodded, dragging his screen across the blanket. “Vox, if you’re feeling so warm, why are you still wearing all those clothes?” A pause. Vox wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “There’s no image you need to keep up right now, Vox. Let’s get you comfortable.” Vox sat up and let Val get to work. The crumpled suit was set on a nearby chair. The sweater and shirt were pulled off and tossed to the same chair, Vox dropping his arms instantly the moment he no longer needed to put in the energy to keep them up. The shoes were removed and the pants taken off and folded up with care. As soon as it was done, Vox collapsed face down into the bed again, breathing heavily from the effort.

“You said you’re sore all over, would you like a massage, Amorcito?” A thumbs up. Val got up to find the massage bar. They’d found that using a more solid form helped avoid any accidents… they did NOT need a repeat of the time poor Vox got massage oil stuck in his vents. Val began massaging Vox’s arms, but paused when he felt Vox’s shoulders shudder.

“Hhhh’dzzzzzzchmp!” The sound was muffled into the bed. Vox slowly dragged himself up until he was facing Val. “Hit’chZZZZZZZCHT!” Sparks flew from Vox’s screen and landed on Val’s arm.

“Keep your sparks to yourself, Vox!” he said, wincing at the static shock. “Hmm… that might explain the electronics failures…”

“Sorry, Val.” He said, rubbing his screen. “Wasd’t expectig it to comb that fast.” He gave a long sniff. “Hhhhh’dZZZZZZT!” He pointed at the massage bar. “Can you put that away? I think the scent is too strong right now, my sensors must be acting up.”

Val switched to an unscented massage bar and resumed the massage. A few soft moans from Vox let Val know that his attempts were effective. Eventually the sound dropped off entirely, except for the occasional sneeze, which Val assumed meant the video demon’s voice had given out again. After a while, there was no sound at all except for congested breathing. Val gently turned Vox on his back, revealing closed eyes. Val breathed a sigh of relief. The man was much less exhausting when he was unconscious. Maybe now both of them could get some rest.

#my snezfic #snezbin hotel #srsly pls help me come up with a better title lmao #chapter 2 will have more of Velvette - a snippet of the interview and then some caretaking when she comes back after the interview #also I don’t care if it’s ooc to have Val be this caring you can pry caretaking tropes from my cold dead hands #man I love writing this tv demon there are so many fun things to play with

[batfam-aus]

jason: honestly you’d think it was a bigger deal that i came back from the dead. you didn't even throw me a party

dick: well our excitement was somewhat mitigated by your murder spree

dick: we knew you as an adorable little sunshine boy!

damian: adorable??? surely you’ve misspoken

stephanie: look at him! he was a cutie! [holds up a photo of young jason in his bright green robin shorts]

jason: WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT

tim: i’m tweeting the photo right now

jason: NO

jason: IM EDGY I CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD THATS SPOOKY IM SPOOKY

dick: ...

tim: ...

damian: ...

stephanie: to be fair this is a pretty tough crowd

jason: don't patronize me

#jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #stephanie brown #tim drake #batfamily #batfam aus #it's not you babe it's the comic book industry #coming back from the dead is just another trope

[mugentakeda]

mujin episode 14 epic gay moments in the rain

#so many fic tropes in one scene...... incredible... true cinema... #“i thought you were dead” trope AND “gay drama in the rain”.... all in one... so crazy... #i still think this scene was jins italic oh moment too like they gazed upon this cockroach freak crawling back from the dead #and yearned to kiss him beneath the moonlight #samurai champloo #mujin #mugen #jin #alicias art

[rotisseries]

what if they do the "came back wrong" trope with max in s5

#you know cause she died #and that's like such a common trope in stories where someone gets brought back from the dead #bc you can't just BRING SOMEONE BACK FROM THE DEAD. WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES #I mean maybe this won't happen though bc el didn't do any necromancy or anything she just started max's heart beating again #also this would decrease the chances of a happy ending for max so that's not great #stranger things #max mayfield #lumax #elmax #byler #for attention #although I guess all the relationship tags on this post are technically just for attention

[theoakleafpancake]

She’s the sky that holds the clouds

She’s the lady of our house

We all need her

But no one more than me

[Image ID: A close up of Lief from the shoulders up. Sharn’s hand is cupped around his right cheek, a gold bracelet dangling from her wrist. Her hand is pale. Lief is looking in front of him in her direction, tears forming in his eyes. His teeth are bared. He has brown skin and hazel eyes, and dark brown curly hair falls just below his face. He is wearing his Toran cloak and a grey shirt underneath. Scars from the Masked Ones incident are still healing on his face. The background behind him is varying shades purple with lighter-colored cracks along the canvas. /End ID]

One of my favorite things about Deltora Quest is Lief’s relationship with Sharn. She has been constant through his life since the start of the story. When Endon died, she was there to help him. She’s like a mother to Jasmine, one of Doom’s closet friends. She is strong and undeterred. When the Grey Guards tried to get her to give up her son she fought back even in chains. She would die for him.

And just imagine the pain she went through when she had to send him away on this harrowing trip that he might not return from. Her son, and she sent him to all the dangerous places in the world without being able to give him any further information. And then seeing him have to step to the throne without his father’s guidance, to lead the people and fix the mistakes of his father and his ancestors. And then he had to leave again to an unknown world in the second series. All the while, he’s lying to the girl he loves and Sharn can do not very little to help him. He’s been trying to push everyone away to protect them. Sharn understands this, but others do not. Once again, she watched him go with little reassurance he would return.

Three times this happened. Each time, he did return, with a heavier burden. When he returns for the third time, she isn’t lucid enough to see him. When she finally does see him, he’s changed, like the other two times. This time, he bears horrible scars all across his face that will forever be there. Sharn might have not put those scars there, but there is nothing she can do to wipe them away. Not this time.

All throughout this, Lief has had to put on this front with most people. Sure, Jasmine and Barda are there with him through it all, but there are some things he simply cannot tell them. Like the fake belt, or the crystal. And there are things that he can tell them, but they might not fully understand. Sharn was once a Queen, and she is his mother. She survived where his father did not. And every time he returns from his journeys, she is there to greet him.

Except for the third time. She is sick and dying and he feels helpless to protect her. He saves her, realizes that he was wrong, and then is told that no, he was right to begin with. So she is alive and awake. A horrible threat is posed towards their people, but his mother is alive. And when he finally gets a moment alone with her, he suddenly realizes just how close he was to losing her, too.

#deltora quest #emily rodda #roddaverse #lief of del #sharn of tora #my art #don't get me wrong I love the angsty tropes between characters and their parents where one/both is estranged or dead #but sharn and lief hold a special place in my heart #she wakes up to find her son back home and alive but he has these scars all over his face #and he hates these scars not because they've married his face but because they're a symbol of what he almost let himself become #and apart from barda and jasmine who were there to witness it he can't tell anyone #but sharn would understand #she always understands him

[phoenixcatch7]

If there's one thing I like more than time travel it's crossover reincarnation, so.

Botk link reincarnated as Damian Wayne.

An incredible weapon master of all types, but especially prodigious with a sword - he was beating knights at the age of 4 and with his memories as intact as they get for him I can see that goalpost moving even further (probably with traps and tricks, a 3yo doesn't exactly have great bodily control).

He's an excellent survivalist, agile, strong, durable, cunning and creative. He can move like a feather in the breeze, strike from behind with ease. His first kill, an animal, did not stir him as it did the other children. With his poise, grace, skills, obedience, he ought to be ra'as' finest assassin in the making, a jewel in the crown of the league.

Except he never speaks a word. Half his targets escape unscathed. He skates by true punishment on the merit of his skills and achievements in other missions. Testing has shown it is not a physical deformity that prevents his speech, but not even talia has been able to coaxe a word from him past his second birthday.

It is a defect ra'as is growing more and more frustrated by, as each attempt to fix these two final flaws ends in resounding failure. Less extreme solutions are running dry.

Talia fears those solutions. Her child does too, she knows. For them, there is a possible solution, more extreme than anything ra'as would tolerate.

She sends him out of the league. To his father.

To Gotham.

#'gee phoenix that sure sounds like that dp x dc you're normally rattling on about' yeah lol I steal tropes and sell them on the black market #Anyway this has been slowly rotisserie-ing in my head for a while I just like shaking canon like a magic 8 ball #I'd love to explore how link would react to Gotham and how he might see getting suddenly dumped in a found family as the youngest #And how that contrasts with both his expectations in the league and his role as the saviour last hope of a whole country #Because that kid cannot have a modern interpretation of killing. Like monsters? Kill with prejudice loot the corpses. #The yiga might have a little more hindsight understanding and he never killed them anyway but zero hesitation blowing them up #And ganon is so far removed from the concept of 'killing is bad' because a) human??? Monster??? B) literally the problem #C) he's been killing people so it'd even out d) everyone wants him dead So Bad e) been killed already like a dozen times what's one more #I get the feeling he'd assign the same role to the joker like 'widely considered the source of all evil. 'died' several times and came back #personal source of absolute misery for several heroes. Killed many' = slay the monster. Straightforward. #Like yes link always chooses kindness and has a strong morality and Opinion on killing people it's just a lot would be solved #By hitting the joker until he stopped making life miserable for everyone and if that means permanently well that's kind of link's job. #And like with Jason the bats understand that a lot better than they pretend to. But that is a 10yo who should not be thinking like that. #I think it'd be interesting to see how that'd change their reactions to 'Damian'. Like he holds a very similar opinion to og and Jason he #Just goes about it completely differently. #And I'd love to explore the differences between two fictional worlds and how they can go from pretty much the most black/white morality #To probably one of the greyest areas while still holding near identical themes and methods of dealing with that. #Found family compassion as a weapon against evil and copious amounts of weapons and cool gear lol #Also link should keep the arm he's earned it. Reincarnating with all his memories knocked a few other things loose I'd imagine #Mostly because all the loz games I've played have absolutely altered the way I view any link and also I love referencing them. #Damian with telekinesis and infinite glue would be great. A tiny 10yo sword master choosing instead to drop a dumpster on you #In between hurt comfort link beginning to bond with his family and begin to speak and learn sign language from cass #There's also the sound of explosives and a small figure clinging to a flying door as it crosses the Gotham night skies #Speaking of cass I bet her and link would be great friends in this au. #batman #batfam #bruce wayne #loz au #Loz #loz totk

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

Despite having been erased from spacetime completely,

Aidan continues to exist because Angie somehow remembers him.

#Inspector Spacetime #Ripple Proof Memory (trope) #Ripple Proof Memory #Love Transcends Spacetime (trope) #Love Transcends Spacetime #The Big Crunch (episode) #Aidan Davies (character) #despite being erased #by the Gap #the Gap in the Wall #complete erasure #Angie Lake (character) #somehow remembers him #so he continues to exist #Back from the Dead (trope) #Back from the Dead

[sourstiless]

we’ve had buck go absolutely nuts over the thought of losing eddie a fair share of times, so in s6 it’s eddie’s turn to go absolutely nuts over the thought of losing buck.

#i’m talking screaming and crying while being held back from being able to save him #im talking the won’t believe they’re dead even though everyone else does trope #it’s what we deserve honestly #we’ve seen buck lose his shit like at least 3 times over eddie #so it’s eddie’s turn to lose his shit over buck being in danger okay #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 on fox #buddie

[shadowglens]

playing through fenris' first flirty scene with fran in act 1, and getting sad because of all the tragedy that you know is waiting for them

#txt #dfajdfsdfdag #da2 is a tragedy and frances hawke is it's leading lady #doomed to get everything she ever wanted only to see it crumble out from beneath her feet #also in all these early fenris romance scenes i can't help but thinking about them ~8-9 years later #fenris left alone and trying desperately to save her from the fade #fran caught in a nightmare of her own making #the whole 'you can’t bring someone back from the dead even if you can bring someone back from the dead' trope #wailsssssss

[whumpshots]

Whumptober #8

Trope of the day: back from the dead

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“This is impossible,” team leader mutters, hands grabbing onto the chair’s back in front of him. “I … I saw the body. I watched him die.” His voice breaks and he looks down with widened eyes. This can’t be … How could he have missed this? … How …

His thoughts are interrupted when the doctor walks in and looks around the small group of people that are with him. Caretaker has been awfully quiet while the other three of the team have been debating back and forth since they got the call.

“You can come visit him now. But only one person at a time,” the older man explains, and team leader gets a little push from caretaker to go first. His feet feel like they are glued to the ground, but he walks into the other room to see him.

And it really is him.

Whumpee looks like he’s been through hell and back and he probably is … a tight knot makes it hard to swallow as team leader grabs the pale hand and sits down next to the bed. “I saw you die,” he whispers and squeezes the hand a bit.

“Actually, it’s a miracle he’s still breathing,” the doc explains and checks on one of the many machines the kid is attached to, the sight is almost nauseating. But team leader nods and grits his teeth a little before he feels a soft squeeze himself.

He watched whumpee die.

Now he watches him come back to life.

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[perilegs]

What gets me about relationships where one party is mortal or has a considerably shorter lifespan than the other is the devotion. Showing unwavering love and loyalty to someone who, despite loving you, can't love you as much as you love them because they know you're temporary – but to you, they're everything. Giving your entire life to someone in exchange for a fraction of theirs.

#im thinking about 2 scenarios rn and the other one is gale/elf tav and the other is about a specific robot guy from another game #this trope haunts me forever bc it's my favorite despite how gut wrenching it is #it doesnt even have to be romantic. i often think about how parents rarely get to see their children grow old bc they'll be dead by then #but back to the main point. something about giving your entire life for someone and them. no matter how much they want to give #being able to give only a fraction of their eternity y'know

[voidedjuice]

Thinking about Ethel and Katherine (what i ended up naming her love interest) againnnm

rotating them in my head.. would i have time to finish reference sheets for them before july......

#text #if i rush it really hrd its possible #my tragic immortal/reincarnatee gals #I have a lot of Thoughts on the trope of an immortal character trying to get with the reincarnation of somebody who once was close to them #and like theyre an expression of that #somebody loving you dearly and unconditionally but only because of you reflecting their long dead loved one..... #simultneous wish fulfillment but also the inherent tragedy of it..... the best case scenario for them to have you regain your former memory #and stop really being you and to go back to being their loved one... or straight up to never have you exist in the first place & to continue #living with them.. #a character sacrificing her all to protect somebody she deems to be her previous lover despite them having different memories #and growing up under completely different circumstances and totally different people #its all a root for very delicious drama basically. #also katherine having become a husk of a person and ethel trying to prevent her from being hurt any more #(in exchange for her enabling her quest for arcane knowledge) #hmhm