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donna-medusa-gorgon · 2 months

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Fuck it, Hazbin textposts

Donna, encouraging me to draw for the new series: Come on, use those artists techniques you worked so hard for!

Rosie: She stopped drawing years ago!

Donna: Why did you stop drawing?!

Me: I was sad still am

-🐍🌹-

Donna: I hate you

Alastor: The feeling is mutual

Rosie: Hello my two favorite people in all the rings!

Donna: I will hate you silently

Alastor: Likewise

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Aurora, making a friend: Lets keep this a secret club

Aria in the background: It’s not a secret!

Angelo in the background: We’re going to tell everyone!

-🐍🌹-

Donna: Alas, I cannot remember even my name and I am cast into a world of punishment and hatred. Oh well, I shall try to live the best possible life down here

Donna, five seconds later: That didn’t work so I’m killing everyone

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Aria: You’re my best friend now. We’re having a picnic and killing your dad again

Lugos, who literally just died: ....okay

*And so they were best friends*

-🐍🌹-

Donna: They say the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but it’s much easier to get it through his fifth and fourth rib cage

Donna: I’m joking

Donna: Just dump the whole body no one wants that-

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Rosie: Oh sweetie, oh honey, oh sugar, oh egg, oh half a stick of butter, one cup of flour, teaspoon of vanilla, fold inward, bake at 350 degrees

Donna: Thinking of ways to eat me again?

Rosie: You would just be so delicious I know it

-🐍🌹-

Donna: Is, is there a Missus Rosie or or….?

Carmilla: Are you flirting with the fucking cannibal-

Donna: SHE’S FUCKING. H O T.

-🐍🌹-

Rosie: And it can be just us too darling…

Voice: Oh yes that would be wonderful! *Aria pops out of bushes*

Rosie: Three? *Aurora pops out* Four? *Angelo pops out* Five?!

Donna: Yes Madame Rosie, these are my children

Rosie: Oh! How sweet~<3

-🐍🌹-

Emily: Hi! I’m Emily, it’s so nice to meet you! Im technically your aunt but that’s weird considering you’re older than me, but also technically younger so you can just call me your cousin! And I’ll make sure you have the best time of your life in Heaven!

Angelo, about to achieve the fastest time for getting kicked out of Heaven: I’m going to teach you so many swears

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Sera: You had, children. With a fallen angel.

Donna: Is now a bad time to tell you it gets worse

Sera: HOW COULD IT POSSIBLE GET WORSE

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Sera: Oh my god it got so much worse

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Donna: There is nothing you can say that will convince me to join your little project Charlotte

Charlie: Your children can get redeem?

Donna: Alright you’ve convinced me here’s my entire fortune

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Alastor: Rosie, darling, listen to me. You can do so much better.

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Donna: Lucifer, honey, look at me. You can do so much better.

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Locus + all the other side characters I made: Hello what about me?!

Me: No, you’re not in these nexts posts I’m so sorry

-🐍🌹-

*In a room with all of Donna’s partners*

Rosie: WOW you’re an idiot

Nazzo: Hey now that’s too harsh

Perseus: As harsh as trying to kill your wife who you just found out was super powerful?

Nazzo: Okay well at least I didn’t call her a monster and then killed myself immediately after

Andromeda: I was grieving my emotions was running high! What’s your excuse you’d realize you really belong in the tar pit?!

Nazzo: Oh I’ll show you where you belong bitch-!

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*as the partners duke it out in the next room*

Donna, on the phone: Adam. Adam listen to me. I need your help. You need to kill me-

-🐍🌹-

Nobody:

Me, in your walls: I WAS FUCKING R I G H T FOR LOVING ROSIE ALL THOSE YEARS AGO-

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z-eddsworld · 2 years

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JDHDJJDJDDJDHDB OH WOWIE HULLO!! OwO I just wanted to say I’m a huge fan of ur art!!! it seems pretty rare to find EW around now (maybe I just have bad luck with it), but here you are just making a bunch of sick ass drawings!! Your art style is amazing man, perfectly captures all 4 mains while still looking distinct and adorable!! Keep up the good work man!! ^^

Thank you so much! I love drawing Eddsworld, and I'm glad you like my art! If you need some more Eddsworld stuff, here's a few people I follow! (Though if you've already looked you'll probably have already seen all of them-) Here you go!: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/oddedd https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/toastedtord https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/ew-textposts https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/wish-you-were-here-comic https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/ask-ew-flying-au https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/pibidebo https://www.deviantart.com/bokunii https://www.deviantart.com/littlegayfrog https://twitter.com/HelterS94854821 Sorry it's not a lot, but I hope you like them ^^

#zeddsworld #eddsworld #digital art #clip studio pro #zeddsasks

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yamobake · 9 months

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introduction ✌︎('ω')✌︎

hey all yami here. i thought it was time to make an intro so here we go

BASIC STUFF: i’m a minor, poc, i use any/all prns (even neos)

MY INTERESTS: vocaloid/vocaP (especially mushiP !!! ), project sekai/colorful stage, bandori, across the spiderverse, doki doki literature club

(currently only active in PRSK/DDLC. sorry LMAO)

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW/INTERACT:

• i follow back everyone who follows me first! if this makes you uncomfortable and you don’t want me to follow you, then tell me by pms or my AMA box

• i think i’ll only post/rb art, i might have a few textposts too but i won’t do them often

• criticism + suggestions on my art are awesome, plz keep it constructive

• i dislike profic/proship blogs (+ less importantly, people that dislike my interests), i’ll have to block/mute any that interact w/ me

post end, thanks for reading ✌︎('ω')✌︎

#stuff i wanna pin

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mashed4077 · 1 year

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🌃 intro post! 🌃

(bit late but i didn’t want a cluttered bio anymore so here’s this)

hiii im shay! i fixated on mash back in november and i officially finished it on march 22nd 2023!! im gonna rewatch soon tho

about this blog

this is a side-blog!

tags: i tag pretty extensively for the sake of categorization; here’s hoping my character tags prove fun to scroll through!

queue: as of the day i’m writing this, i have a very full queue, because i have a habit of liking literally every post i see related to a fixation, and then spam-queuing it later to clean my likes out. so i hope you enjoy all the content! lots of funny scenes and textposts, well-made gifsets, wonderful fanart, and insightful meta, if i do say so myself. mashblr is a talented bunch!

original posts/content: i don’t contribute much on my own, but i love to ramble and i hope some of my lengthy tags prove an interesting or at least entertaining read :) i do dabble in fanfic writing and i’ve got a few mash works in my drafts, but i’m not sure if they’ll ever see the light of day. i’m also fond of meta and character analysis, so if i ever work up the courage maybe ill put out some moderately thought-provoking posts in that realm.

some of my opinions relating to mash characters & ships can be found under the read more!

these are all subjective and i completely respect anyone who disagrees :) we’re all here to have fun!

summarized thoughts on the characters (kinda sorted by fav to least fav)

mulcahy has been driving me bonkers for months (and my jewish ass has been putting far too much thought into catholicism lately bc of him😒)

frank,,,, listen. i’m sorry. but listen, as baffled and/or disgusted as you are, i’m the mf stuck being the only one in this entire fandom who flails over frank burns. so how do you think i feel. ik he’s absolutely awful, but he’s just so damn pathetic, i can’t help but like him and find him fascinating

radar is a bubby to me, i dont rlly have complex thoughts on him hes kinda just a comfort character to me n ilhsm

charles... he snuck up on me. i didnt expect to like him, much less relate to him (-_-) i just exposed myself as a charles winchester kinnie how will my reputation recover

i love hawkeye a lot, as we all do <3

i love trapper john mcintyre!!!!!!!!!!

i love margaret!!! i love klinger!!! i love henry!!!

im pretty neutral on potter and bj

in short: i love them all a lot but mulcahy and frank have each driven me particularly mad in different ways and radar with his animals has made me cry and charles would probably drive me nuts if i let him but i am keeping him at arm’s length.

summarized thoughts on ships (again, strongest first)

(yes i have frank ships. no i am not proud of it)

my mash otp is hawkahy. it’s been slowly draining the remainder of my sanity. i havent slept in months. send help

i am a sucker for enemies/rivals to lovers and hawnk kinda makes me a little nuts.

i know he’s not good for her but i think margaret x frank have a rlly interesting relationship and they can be cute sometimes, and i think about them more than i’d like to admit. i am not immune to het ships consisting of badass women with control issues and their toxic pathetic purse-dog boyfriends.

henry x klinger is literally canon idc

pierceintyre... ;-; hh

i love semi-niche trapper ships. trapcahy is a little bit 👀 and i really like trapper x margaret

hawkeye x henry... shh...

bonus trios i think about sometimes😳: hawkeye x margaret x frank, margaret x frank x flagg (SHH), hawkeye x trapper x mulcahy. do u see my evil vision

aaand some platonic dynamics i particularly enjoy

mulcahy & klinger are besties :)

mulcahy & margaret have a sibling dynamic that i absolutely adore, esp in the potter seasons, particularly the later ones.

charles & margaret are a fun duo. the ship tease they did a little was... idk how to feel about it, but i like them as buddies.

margaret & klinger... the girlies

hawkeye & klinger!!! the el jibbities are flocking together..

hawkeye & margaret :)

i do very much enjoy hawkeye & bj’s friendship

not friendship but charles & mulcahy’s animosity is sooo funny i will never tire of it

notps: klinger x charles, and hunnihawk. do not doxx me.

i think thats all for now. enjoy my nonsense!

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#mine

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writeouswriter · 1 year

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Hi, Hope you’re having a good say.

I’m new to tumblr and looking to write a blog, But I don’t know where to start, Could you give me some tips so I could get started? I have about zero idea how this platform works…

Hello, hello, hope you are having a good a last few weeks, I am sorry I never see asks, tumblr likes to hide them from me, my goodness this has been sitting here a month. If you are still around, and not a bot message, the main tips I could give are just to check out other's posts, follow some people, reblog stuff you like, comment on things, interact with the community, and if you want to make your original posts, just make em, post your writing, your thoughts, tag them with what you think are relevant tags (don't spam irrelevant ones), and don't get too discouraged if they're not seen much because to be fair no one knows how this platform works, not even the platform itself knows how this platform works. I'd say most people are using this like a personal journal sending things and thoughts into the void until one day the void waves back and this is either comforting or frightening.

If you're starting a writeblr and want to post original writing or the like, most people do an intro post to get started in the community, usually with a mix of different details, depends on what you want in it, couple facts about yourself, what you write/will be writing/posting, tagged with things like writeblr intro, writeblr introduction, writeblr community, etc. Some people use the tag writblr I believe as well, and for writing itself, there's any number of tags that could be used, I'm not really up on all the latest ones, intro posts could be made for wips as well, but tbh I'm not the best person to be giving advice. I made this side blog to keep track of writing advice and writing memes and such I wanted to reblog for reference years ago, then made a textpost that by random happenstance/fluke got a lot of notes because often you get notes on tumblr by random happenstance or flukes, and then, spurred on by lust for power, I posted regularly almost every day, often by queue, alternating between original content, writing, humour, and reblogs of other's content, writing and humour, and just kind of fell into a rhythm before going back to the most erratic posting and reblogging possible and just chilling, woe to my poor followers. So maybe others would have better advice/tips as I have no clue what I'm doing here and don't think I ever did, I'm just hanging in the void.

#ask

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covenstrays · 2 years

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NAHIA & LANGUAGE DISCONNECT.

man, really thinking about nahia’s illiteracy and lack of language skills in ALL of my verses and how it puts her so far from other people. whether its english in my modern verses, latin in my historical verses, or common in my fantasy verses, she really struggles with society at large because she will only speak her local dialect spoken by very, very few people. the exact language will obviously vary by verse, but for her main verses, this will be basque. and the only exception to this one language rule is in her modern verses, where it is basque and spanish.

in any case, this causes many people to assume incorrect things about her, like that she’s stupid or just hates people, especially since her resting face isn’t exactly smiley and more pensive. in reality she just can’t understand most people when they speak! and can’t read very well/at all! she doesn’t want to be awkward and ask for translation, and since nahia is actually incredibly smart, she’s able to keep comfortable distance by piecing together basic information based on cognates and facial expressions. mirroring those facial expressions while nodding gets her a long way, because really, people love to talk, and don’t necessarily need her to talk back.

but this makes :( for an incredibly lonely existence on her travels :( she makes a point to learn how to say “i’m sorry, i don’t speak (insert target language here)” in the language in order to be polite, but it makes it very difficult for her to make friends. and without being able to read or write, she has great difficulty learning on her own as well. so people very rarely discover that nahia is FULL of profound thoughts and observations, deep questions about philosophy and complex ideas about life.

tl;dr - that one textpost that’s like “i blog for girls who are plagued by loneliness despite being overall well-liked.”

#( STUDY: THE PILGRIM. )#`` sad abOUT MY GIRL IN THIS CHILIS TONIGHT #`` anyway someone please ................. help her with her reading/writing #`` it's either atrocious or non-existent #`` depending on the verse.

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lyrker · 1 year

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1 n 3 n 19 n 31 n 50 for the oc asks !!!!

THIS GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY HAVDJVS

1.First oc ever ?

I’m gonna have to pass this one to good ol’ Leader Decrose. I REFUSE to get into the backstory of how he came about, but in this old world I never dive in anymore, he’s like ? A refuge i suppose ? A set of four characters (including my self insert) were based on cards and his was the diamond.

3.Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else ?

Odd situation but I GUESS ?? There’s a few but one I like is named Polaris and they’re like. a dying star. And their big brother figure is Cyrus, aka cc who thought the key to transitioning was dismembering yourself and using dark magic on a lifesize frakenstein doll he made.

They work in a fucked up lab but like, fucked up as in goofy as hell. They’re so silly (:

19.Introduce a character that means a lot to you and why

*SLAMS JACE IN FRONT OF YOU* I love him an insane amount.

Jace Luong was away when the apocalypse striked, lost his daughter thag he blames himself for (but he could never save her anyway), accidentally shot a guy and had to step down from his military position, more for his mental sake than anything, ended up using his best friend, and that last one sounds so bad. and it is. But it is for this Reason that makes me shake him like GRRRR I LOVE YOU. WHY DID YOU DO THAT oh yeah i’m the author loll !!

Because the point of Jace is that. He wants to help so fucking bad but he keeps Messing It Up. He is not evil and I cannot say that enough—he is very “the means justifies the ends” but that does Not mean he doesn’t feel bad for using Noah as a lab rat. When Noah came back to KILL HIM he cried because someone Came Back For Him, even if it was to kill him.

I don’t wanna take up too much space but it’s because he’s not evil just severely fucked up from losing his daughter and the life of being in a world filled with zombies that he’s trying to rush to make some sort of cure, so he can save people, so that people can live again instead of just survive, but he goes about it in a horrible way that, honestly, was probably inevitable.

He’s special to me because he’s a fuck up, but he’s genuinely really really trying. He is not a good person, though.

(also if he was a tma avatar he would be of The Lonely or Eye and that’s so silly)

31.Pick an oc and explain what their Tumblr blog would look like.

I’m going to go with RAYNE because he probably DOES use Tumblr, knowing him. His layout is green but also he’s probably using the Goth/Rave color pallet because he thinks the colors are nice and he’s a 3 am user so that dark mode comes in handy. His pfp is like, his favorite pokémon but with a ditto face.

He reblogs pokemon stuff—screenshots, fanart, memes, etc and he’s Definitely gotten into discourse abt the best game. Also he’s totally a Nightvale listener so throw in some Nightvale posts. I think he reblogs a lot of shitpost art but also just art in general.

And of course, the occasional cat photo and tumblr trademark textposts.

50.Give me the good ol’ oc talk.

I WAS GONNA TALK ABOUT NOAH & CO. BUT I ALWAYS TALK ABOUT THEM so here’s the MoMOF crew, named after the lemon demon song “Mask of my Own Face”

It’s a classic high schoolers sci fi horror story, think stranger things except without mike bc i hate him (did not finish watching stranger things)

Basically, six kids, Rayn, Rowan, Alex, Ash, Zach and Winston are friends ! Yippee ! Average middle/high schoolers.

And one night, Rayn and Rowan (dating) are just hanging out. Rowan is conked the fuck out at Rayn is gaming on his DS, and then he gets a text from Alex saying “Dude, why tf are you outside it’s like 2 am ???” and Rayn is confused outta his mind.

“Wdym i’m literally at home rn.”

Alex attaches a photo, a shot looking thru the blinds of their window of what looks to be Rayn.

Rayn sends a selfie back of the Charmander he just leveled up and Rowan fast asleep.

And it Can’t be him if he just sent that photo, because the beanie he always wears was handmade by Asher himself—whos this guy ?!?

naturally, they text everyone, everyone’s yelling in a vc and was NOT asleep like they should be, and Rayn gets the FANTASTIC idea to go and see who the person is. Alex is yelling that they will personally stab Rayn if he does.

He does anyway.

and they’re too far away now for Alex to see, but they’re watching their phones and when Rayn finally approaches the other Rayn the camera flips and it is missing Half Of It’s Face and then Rayn hangs up.

And they Cannot Find Him.

So for weeks they are searching for Rayn and are scared out of their wits about Why there were Two and they told the police, but they don’t believe them all too much.

But Rowan finds him one night, at the edge of the forest. Half of his face looks tk have been torn away and his hat and coat is gone and he looks run ragged but oh. Oh no.

That’s the real Rayn.

And it turns out, the Rayn they’d been staying with recently was a clone.

And he’s babbling about something, saying they “Can’t trust Winston”

And at the same time, Rowan gets a call. And Zach sounds like he’s running for his life, because Winston cannot talk, let alone sing, and Zach heard them whispering the lyrics to a song he doesn’t know, and ran for it.

So, while they found Rayn, they now don’t know where the real Winston is. And it’s kinda all about not trusting each other but also wanting to stay together because What If Someone Else Gets Taken, and they can’t trust anyone at All because they won’t believe them, and they could be more clones.

Other stuff happens; Ash is going kinda insane, Alex, as the eldest, feels like they have to be the parent of the group because god they’re falling apart and they can’t stand to see it, Zach doesn’t know if the things he’s catching on camera are real or not, and there’s also an almost murder and also arson !! Both by the kids (:

It’s a fun world i like to play around with because the kids dynamics are all super fun <3

#this got so long 💀#jace is my residential wet cat he IS my favorite oc sorry i play favorites #but the MoMOF crew is so silly too (: i don’t indulge in them nearly as much tho #thank you for the ask !!!!!#oc #ocs #oc ask game #yetanotherOCmeme #I FORGOT TO ADD TWS #tw death #tw child death #tw murder #tw mild gore #tw violence

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marauders-venting · 3 years

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I Love You

pairing: wolfstar (remus x sirius)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

words: 2304

note: based on a textpost by @moonyspadfoot45

a/n: yes i know disposable cameras didn’t exist until the mid 80s but i wrote that part before i googled it and i don’t want to change it so we’re gonna go with it

Remus sighed in the direction of the stack of boxes that looked like it was about to topple over.

“Sirius?” he called, walking into the living room.

“Yeah?” Sirius replied, peering at Remus around the stack of boxes from the couch where he was sitting.

“I swear to god if you and James used any of the boxes marked ‘fragile’ for your fortress…” He left the sentence hanging as he reached up to lower the box on the top. “How did you even manage to stack the boxes that high? Did you have to stand on a chair or something to reach up here?”

“Rude,” Sirius said, coming around to Remus’ side of the fort. “I’m not that short.”

“James had to do it, didn’t he?” Remus teased, turning around.

“Moony, stop making fun of me,” Sirius pouted. “Come on, we’re going into the fort.” The ‘fort’ was made of boxes that contained all of Sirius and Remus’ possessions stacked to form walls with a sheet stretched over the top. And it was right in the middle of the living room of Remus and Sirius’ new apartment.

Sirius grabbed Remus by the hand and pulled him into the fort. The sheet, which was their makeshift ceiling, was hanging so low that even Sirius had to sit on the floor. They sat down and Remus looked around. Then he spotted a box labelled ‘kitchen ware’ and turned to Sirius.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he said. “I was looking for that box for like an hour! I nearly called the movers to ask them to double-check that they hadn’t missed any boxes!”

“I didn’t know you were looking for it!” Sirius said defensively.

“I literally asked you if you’d seen the box!” Remus said, laughing and shaking his head.

“Uhhh,” Sirius started, scrambling for an excuse, “I’m sorry, Remus, but you should know by now that I answer most questions wrong.”

“That is the worst excuse I’ve ever heard,” Remus said.

“Then you obviously haven’t heard any of the excuses I gave McGonagall for breaking the rules,” Sirius said.

“What are you talking about, I was there 90 percent of the time,” Remus said.

“Yeah but when you were there you were giving the excuses.”

“Yeah, my excuses were good, they got us out of detention,” Remus said.

“Feels weird knowing I’ll never have another detention,” Sirius said, lying down on the carpet he and James had brought into the fort earlier. “I keep thinking we’re gonna go back at the end of the summer.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Remus said, lying down next to him. “It feels like just yesterday you were asking me to move it with you and now we’re here. In our living room. In a fucking fort.” Sirius laughed and kissed Remus lightly.

Remus remembered the day Sirius had asked him to move in. He’d never forget it. It was their first anniversary and they were up on the astronomy tower, the same place they’d gotten together the year before. Remus remembered how hard he was trying to put aside his anxiety about the upcoming exams just for that day. Sirius made it easier. Sirius made everything easier.

“Can I give you my present now?” Sirius asked. Remus had felt his cheeks heating, despite the fact that he was quite cold up on the tower, in the cool breeze stinging his face.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he muttered.

“I know,” Sirius said. “But I wanted to. Besides, you were the one who planned out this whole day. And you're the one who’s taking me out on the Hogsmeade weekend after exams.” Remus supposed it was true. He had planned out the day down to the last detail. He felt very cliche doing it but it was worth it to see the look on Sirius’ face. And to feel Sirius’ lips on his.

“Oh alright,” Remus gave in. He was curious now. Sirius handed him a small grey box. Remus cocked his head at him but Sirius’ expression was unreadable. He opened the box and inside it was a silver key and a disposable Muggle camera. Remus picked up the key and turned it over, examining it.

“Pads, what is this?” he asked finally. He was afraid he had ruined something. That this was something sentimental that he was supposed to understand.

“It’s a key,” Sirius said. Remus rolled his eyes.

“I’d figured that much out myself, funnily enough,” he said. “What is the key to?”

“Look at the camera.” Remus did. He picked it up and, glancing at Sirius to make sure this is what he was meant to do, looked through the photos in the camera.

“An apartment?” Remus said, still confused.

“Our apartment,” Sirius said. He was looking at Remus, his grey eyes alight.

“What?” Remus said, gaping at him.

“Only if you want it to be,” he added hurriedly. “I just thought… Everybody's been talking about living arrangements after school and I–I thought maybe you might like to live together. I mean, I haven’t finalised anything yet so we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Or we could still pick a different place. The owner’s of this one won’t vacate it until August so we’d have to figure something out for the first month and a bit after we graduate but I’m sure the Potters won’t mind if we stay there for a little while. And Lily and James might want to be alone in the beginning but I doubt they’d kick us out if we showed up but… do you hate it?” He had barely breathed in between words until now. He looked up at Remus nervously, biting his nail.

“Are you kidding me? I love it,” Remus said. “Sirius, this is… this is incredible. You’re incredible. I—” Remus hesitated. He knew what he wanted to say. But he couldn’t form the words. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“So you’re saying you’ll do it?” Sirius asked. “You’ll move in with me?”

“Yeah,” Remus said. “Yes, of course I will.” Sirius beamed at him. But then something occurred to Remus. “Sirius, you haven’t paid anything yet, have you? If you have I’ll pay you back, I—”

“Shh, don’t worry about that now,” Sirius said. “We’ll figure out all the technical details later.” Remus bit his lip.

“Okay,” he said. He could put it out of his mind for that night.

“Happy anniversary, Moony,” he said. And then he kissed Remus, there on top of the astronomy tower and Remus felt just as much excitement then as he had when Sirius had kissed him there for the first time, exactly one year previously.

And here they were now. In their apartment. They ended up deciding on the one Sirius had originally chosen, the one that he’d shown Remus photos of that evening. The owners had ended up vacating a bit earlier than they had said because there was still a week until August. Sirius had stayed at the Potter’s for the first few weeks and Remus had gone back home. But as they were spending every waking moment at Lily and James’ house anyway, they suggested that Remus and Sirius just stay with them. They had invited Peter to stay with them too, just while Sirius and Remus were there but he’d turned down the offer (“After seven years of sleeping in the same room with three other blokes, I think I’ll be good on my own for a while,” he had said). He still came over every day and stayed until around midnight but he always preferred to sleep at home. He said he’d never get used to it if he stayed at Lily and James’.

James, Peter and Lily helped them move in too. They’d been with them to Ikea a few days previously to buy furniture. And they had come over today to help start unpacking things. Well, Lily and Peter helped unpack. James was more interested in building a fort out of the boxes with Sirius.

Remus remembered worrying that he might spend less time with his friends after school since they’d no longer be living in the same big castle but so far the amount of time he spent with Lily, James and Peter had not decreased even a little.

But Lily and James had gone home now and Peter had gone back to his studio flat; Remus and Sirius were alone, together in their new apartment.

“Are you hungry?” Sirius asked, snapping Remus back into reality. “I could make you dinner.”

“You’re going to make dinner?” Remus snorted. “I’m sorry but have you ever made food in your entire life?”

“I have actually,” Sirius said. “Mrs Potter taught me how to make food when I lived there. I’m not as good at it as James is but I can make something edible without burning down the kitchen. Although I nearly did that the first time I tried to make food.”

“Well, that’s very convincing,” Remus said sarcastically. Sirius elbowed him in the ribs. “I’m kidding!” he said. “I’ll be on standby with the fire extinguisher.”

“What’s that?” Sirius asked.

“Kind of in the name, babe,” Remus said and then he crawled quickly out of the fort before Sirius figured it out and elbowed him again.

But Remus was pleasantly surprised because not only did Sirius manage to not light the whole house on fire, but he even produced some pretty good food.

“You know, this is quite nice,” Remus said, taking another bite. “Mrs Potter must be a really good teacher if she managed to get you to this level of cooking.”

“Why can’t you just have a little bit more faith in my talents, Moony?” Sirius said. “But yeah, she’s a great teacher. James, on the other hand, is a terrible teacher. It’s not that he can’t cook because he can. He just can’t teach other people to cook. But don’t tell him I said that.” Remus snorts.

“As if you haven’t already told him that to his face.”

“You know me too well,” Sirius sighs.

After dinner, Sirius goes to shower and Remus continues unpacking boxes. The more boxes he unpacks, the more he realises how much crap they’re missing. But he’s not too worried about it. They’ll go to the store tomorrow and find whatever it is that they’re missing. It’s nothing essential. The only essential thing to Remus in this house is Sirius. As long as Sirius is here, Remus would be fine.

Remus opens another box with a utility knife. He looks inside and his jaw drops.

“Rem?” Sirius asks, coming into the room, his hair still wet from the shower. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Remus says. “Look at this.” He takes out the contents of the box and sets them on the table. It’s photos. Loads of photos of them from school.

“Wow,” Sirius says, looking through the photos. “Oh my god.” He holds one of the photos out to Remus laughing. Remus looks at the photo and starts laughing too. It’s him sitting next to a dog, a stag and a rat. His friends in their animagus forms and him in the middle, smiling awkwardly as Lily takes a photo.

They spent a little longer looking through the photos, laughing at how much they had changed since the first day they’d met each other in first year. They all looked so little. And now… well, now they’re grown up. Remus didn’t feel like it though.

He returned the photos to the box, deciding he’d find a place for them tomorrow. He was reaching another box when Sirius took his hand.

“Come to bed, darling,” he said. “It’s nearly midnight and you’re still unpacking boxes.”

“Yeah, okay,” Remus said. He smiled and laced his fingers with Sirius’.

He showered and put on a massive sweater (despite it being midsummer) and clambered into their new bed, where Sirius was already waiting for him. Sirius pulled him in and kissed his forehead before resting his head against Remus’ chest.

As they cuddle in their brand new bed, in their brand new apartment, Remus is overcome by the urge to tell Sirius, to just say it. To say what he wanted to say months ago on their anniversary but had been too afraid. He doesn’t even care if Sirius says it back. He just wants to say the words. He wants Sirius to know. Sirius deserves to know.

He lifts Sirius’ chin with his hand so their eyes meet as he brushes his thumb against Sirius’ cheek.

“I love you,” he says.

“I– I–” Sirius stutters.

“And you don’t have to say it back or anything,” Remus assures him. “I just wanted you to know.” Tears spill from Sirius’ eyes.

“You’re crying?” Remus said, sounding concerned. “What’s wrong?” he asks softly.

“No, nothing wrong, I just—” Sirius hesitates, sniffing. “That’s the first time anyone’s told me that,” he admits.

“That’s a shame,” Remus says, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I’ll always remind you how much I love you. I love you so much, Sirius.” He pulls Sirius into a tight hug. “You deserve so much love.” Sirius kisses him softly. It’s a quiet, gentle kiss, tears still flowing freely down Sirius’ face.

“I love you too,” Sirius whispers.

“You don’t have to say it just because I did,” Remus says.

“I’m not,” Sirius said. “I really do love you.” Remus smiles as he feels the blush blooming on his cheeks. And suddenly he can’t remember what was holding him back in the first place. He feels like an idiot for waiting so long to say this. He loves Sirius. He loves Sirius with all of his heart and he’s going to make sure Sirius knows it.

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sohotthateveryonedied · 3 years

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Hiii!! I really love your tumblr posts and I'm pretty new to the Batfam (meaning I have only read fics and textposts about them, no comics) and I wanted to ask about the year Bruce/Batman gets "lost in time". I know general things of what the kids have been doing–Dick became batman and fired Tim from robin, giving it to Damian, everyone thinking Tim was crazy for believing Bruce was alive, (don't really know what Jason was up to though, was he still murderous towards Tim? Does the pit still affect him? Also I have no idea about Cass and Duke, were they introduced at this point??) Anyways, my real question was why was Bruce lost in time, what villain put him there? And how did he get out? And how long was he "dead"? Was Bruce in another reality or like just asleep the whole time? Oh! And how soon did this happen after Damian got introduced to the family–a couple months?

I'm so sorry this is so long, but I hope you answer and thank you!!

(I’m going to try and cover all my bases here by going into how exactly Bruce “died,” what went down during the Battle For the Cowl, what the Batkids did while Bruce was gone, and how Bruce came back. Hopefully it all makes sense?? We’ll see how it goes lmao.)

Part 1 - What Happened to Bruce:

So there was this event called Final Crisis (which I won’t go completely into since it would make this post a million times longer than it already is), but the bottom line is that Darkseid wants to overthrow reality and release his Anti-Life Equation, which would overthrow the whole planet and turn everyone into slaves. (If you’re interested in knowing more about the storyline, here’s a Reddit thread that explains it WAY better than I could.)

What I CAN tell you is that during his final confrontation with Darkseid, Bruce is hit by an Omega Beam and turned into a burnt chicken nugget killed. Poor guy.

Final Crisis #6

Clark and Diana bring the body back to the Batcave and break the news to the Batfamily. Batman #687 covers a good portion of the aftermath such as Bruce’s funeral, the Batfamily grieving, and Dick coming to terms with his new responsibility of becoming Batman.

Batman #687

Part 2 - Battle For the Cowl:

Musical chairs time, fellas! After word gets out that Batman is gone, Gotham erupts into chaos. Dick doesn’t want to take over the mantle, Tim needs Dick to take over the mantle, and Jason says “fuck it” and takes over the mantle himself because somebody around here has to. He becomes this murderous psychopathic Batman and starts taking out criminals with deadly force because someone’s gotta do the job, so it might as well be him.

Batman: Battle For the Cowl #1

(Okay honestly, this series had some pretty bad characterization overall, which sucks since it’s such an important storyline. Jason is portrayed as this violent psychopath, which...okay, he was kind of insane after the Pit and all, but not to this degree. Personally, I choose to owe the bad characterization to Bruce’s death because as much as Jason resents Bruce for all he’s done, he does still love him and losing him would be devastating, which would exacerbate his already fragile mental health. As for Damian, this happens roughly three years after his first appearance, so we can assume it’s been a few months since he first joined the family. He’s still relatively new at this point, so nobody knows how to write him yet. He ends up being depicted as if his main two personality traits are Bratty and Assassin-Child and that’s it. It’s all just a mess.)

Anyway, Tim tells Dick to become Batman and stop Jason’s reign of terror. Dick says no, so Tim follows Jason’s lead by saying “fuck it” and putting on the cowl himself. He goes to confront Jason, which ends in Jason beating the crap out of him (again) and leaving him for dead after Tim declines his offer to become Jason’s Robin. Dick goes to save Tim and ends up fighting Jason.

Battle For the Cowl #3

Dick wins, Jason disappears, Tim is fine, and Dick finally gets his head out of his ass and becomes Batman.

Part 3 - What Happens to Each Batkid While Bruce is “Dead”?:

Dick:

As I said, Dick becomes the new Batman a month after Bruce’s death. He’s got big shoes to fill, and it takes some time for him to get used to his new role. He and Damian end up flipping around the classic Batman and Robin dynamic, with Batman now as the fun counterpart to Robin’s edginess. Dick, Damian, and Alfred relocate to the penthouse above the Wayne Foundation building, operating out of a secret Bat-Bunker in the basement.

Batman #688

Jason:

After Battle For the Cowl, Jason is still batshit insane and determined to make Dick’s already stressful life even harder by becoming a supervillain with an ugly costume and an even uglier hairstyle. (I know it’s just because the artist sucked, but still. Jason is horrifying to look at during this time.) He mostly just gets on Dick’s nerves by running around Gotham with his new sidekick Scarlet and killing criminals as Batman and Robin wannabes. Eventually, Dick has Jason committed to Arkham Asylum and he hangs out there until Bruce returns.

Batman and Robin (2009) #5

Tim:

Tim...doesn’t do great after Bruce’s death, mentally. Dick makes Damian Robin, his reasoning being that Robin is more of a sidekick and he sees Tim as his equal. By making Damian Robin, Dick hopes that it will give him the stability he needs to keep him from straying back toward the “bad” side. (It’s the right move ultimately, although his execution was pretty messed up since he didn’t discuss it with Tim beforehand, but he’s allowed to make mistakes. Dick’s father just died and now he’s in charge of picking up the pieces of their broken family. It’s a lot to handle.)

Long story short, Tim has a breakdown, realizes that Bruce is alive, dons the Red Robin identity, and cuts ties with his family to travel the world in search of proof. It’s a rough time.

Red Robin #1

Damian:

Our little guy becomes Robin! So proud of him! As I explained earlier, Dick makes Damian his Robin with the assumption that it will keep him out of trouble, and he’s right on that account. He mentors Damian, teaching him how to channel his violent instincts into something productive, and it works! Slowly but surely, Damian makes the transition from bratty assassin to actual hero!

Batman and Robin (2009) #22

Cass:

Duke sadly was not introduced at this point in time, so he missed out on all the pandemonium. Cass, however, has been Batgirl for years by now, but she got kind of pushed aside by the writers after Bruce’s death. Bruce disappears shortly after adopting Cass, but once he was “dead,” the writers sort of moved Cass around for a while, not quite knowing what to do with her. First she was with the Outsiders. Then they got disbanded and Cass tried forming a new network of heroes to take over for Batman if needed. Then she helped out in said network during Battle for the Cowl, taking care of a newly ravaged Gotham. Then Cass gave the Batgirl mantle to Stephanie Brown after she became disillusioned with the role, thanks to the loss of her father and mentor. Then Cass picked up and moved to Hong Kong to “follow Bruce’s plans” by continuing whatever work he had set up for her there. It was all very vague and confusing, and Cass more or less got swept under the rug during this time. Thanks, writers.

Batgirl (2009) #1

Part 4 - How Bruce Came Back:

When the Blackest Night storyline happens, the Justice League realizes that the corpse buried under Bruce’s grave is apparently not the real one and that he’s actually alive out there somewhere! How wild is that! This is further proven by Dick after he places Bruce’s body in a Lazarus Pit to revive, which has the same result because it’s very clearly Not Bruce and they should have listened to Tim from the start.

Batman and Robin (2009) #9

Anyway, what actually happened is that the Omega Beams that Darkseid shot at Bruce didn’t kill him, but rather blasted him back through time to the prehistoric era with his memories wiped. The Omega Energy inside of Bruce ends up catapulting him through various time periods, which is all part of Darkseid’s plan. With each time-hop, Bruce builds up more Omega Energy in his body which, when he gets back to his original time period, will be unleashed and destroy everything.

Batman: The Return of Bruce Wayne #5

It’s been a little under two years since Final Crisis, though in-universe it’s uncertain exactly how long Bruce has been “dead.” We can assume it’s been a year, give or take. The way he comes back is too scientific and complicated for me to understand, so uhhhh the bottom line is that Tim and a few Leaguers save Bruce at the Vanishing Point and the day is saved! Hooray!

Batman: The Return of Bruce Wayne #6

(If you want to read about how it actually goes down, then I seriously recommend reading Batman: The Return of Bruce Wayne. It’s only six issues, so it’s a quick read and it explains the situation far better than I ever could.)

Bruce eventually reunites with his family after spying on them for a period of time as Insider to see what has changed in his absence:

Bruce Wayne: The Road Home

After that, things quickly settle back into their new normal. Dick and Damian stay on as Batman and Robin. Bruce goes back to being Batman as well, with him handling Batman Incorporated business and Dick continuing as Gotham’s defender. Tim keeps the Red Robin outfit, Steph stays on as Batgirl, and Cass becomes Black Bat. Jason stays in Arkham for a while before filing an appeal to be moved to a regular prison. He kills 82 inmates in less than a week and gets transferred back to Arkham, which he promptly escapes from. It’s a ride, I tell ya.

Aaaaand that’s about it! I hope this answered all of your questions!

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textpost-ronpa · 3 years

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I think a proper explanation for my absence is far overdue at this point.

First of all, let me preface this by saying that I freaking love(d) running this blog. I greatly appreciate all the followers who like my posts, and almost nothing makes me happier than seeing people enjoying them. At first, I fully enjoyed doing this even though I never expected so many people to like this stuff. I could never imagine myself abandoning this blog. But I'll be brutally honest with you guys: over time, I began dreaming of doing much larger things outside of DR textpost memes/just DR in general. (ofc writing is one of them) And almost all of those dreams require connections with a variety of people to have any chance of success.

I don't want DR to be the only thing that defines my online presence. I don't wanna be known solely for identifying as a DR character. But I honestly feel trapped here, like DR is all I'm allowed to post. It's nbd when 1 or 2 people unfollow me for whatever reason, but when the follower count drops by at least 10 once I post something not exclusively related to DR or even something DR-related that they don't agree with (i.e: that one ask about Hiyoko), I can't help but panic and think I committed a cardinal sin. I know I have my main blog to post whatever I want, but it just feels like I'm talking to a wall.

Don't get me wrong; I still like the series (USC has me hyped af), but at this point, it no longer has as much importance in my life as before (but I still get excited when someone else gets into it). I've strayed pretty far from DR in favor of sharing my love for other fandoms w/ others.

Over the past 6 weeks or so, I've decided to begin working on fulfilling these new dreams. After meeting a variety of people (the kind of variety I feel like I need for the future) who shared similar dreams/ideas, I've had so much fun in this new community that I nearly forgot about this blog. And quite frankly, I no longer feel obligated to lazily post at least once a week or so.

The point is that with the new path in life I've taken, you shouldn't expect any new posts from now on. I will likely be working on my own projects and focusing more on the things that I wanna do. Of course, there's a slight chance I'll come back and begin posting here again, but rn I don't see when that'll be...

I'm so sorry for pretty much abandoning this blog, but I can't keep dealing with this constant feeling of stagnation. I gotta start working more towards my own goals at some point, y'know...?

I hope you all understand. Hope to see you guys soon!

- Mod Tsumiki

#admin post #mod tsumiki

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nat-20s · 3 years

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We Don’t Need No Mournful Sounds

fuck it! *writes a fic based on my own textpost about Oliver briefly joining up with JMART post death* i don’t even generally think they died i just was plagued by Thoughts and Images

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~*~

Jon wakes up.

This is unexpected. It had been hoped for, dreamed of, in his final breaths, but unexpected nonetheless.

What’s less unexpected is Martin’s hand in his own. Jon had known, with an aching deep certainty, that if he were to end up anywhere at all, Martin would be there with him.

Martin gives his hand a squeeze, breaking the stillness of the moment enough for Jon to let out a stuttering breath and finally look at the man he loves.

All of Martin’s edges are singed, previously white hair blackened with soot. His eyes are bloodshot, face is red, and hands are stained with blood. He looks terrible and broken, and he’s the most beautiful thing Jon has ever witnessed. Looking closer, he finds that there are still tears silently making tracks down his face, and Jon assumes that he’s much the same, but no amount of tears can counteract the small smile blooming on his face. Squeezing Martin’s hand back in the hope that he can express even a fraction of the endless love he’s feeling right now, feeling forever, he manages to whisper out a. “Hi.”

The haunted expression of Martin’s face breaks with a laugh, or a sob, or perhaps some combination of the two. In less than a blink, Martin wraps his arms around Jon, pulling him as close as two people who remain separate entities can be. Face buried in his neck, Martin lets muddled words spill out of him, a messy inanity of I’m sorrys and I love yous and Never agains, making for a symphony of anger and agony and care. Jon rubs circles on his back, matching Martin’s frantic words with calm, gentle ones, mostly consisting “We’re okay.” Because it’s true, isn’t it? Wherever they are, whatever happens next, there’s still a something, and they’re in that something together.

Some unknown amount of time later, maybe minutes, maybe centuries, they reach some sort of stability. Martin pulls back, though he doesn’t let go of Jon’s wrists, and Jon is infinitely grateful for the continued contact. As he’s a little more able to process external stimuli, Martin blinks at their surroundings. Not much to see, if he’s being honest. It’s similar to the nondescript blankness of the tunnels, though they can make out any texture of stone, and their environment shifts and swirls in a familiar way, though where the familiarity comes from, he couldn’t say. Voicing Jon’s thoughts out loud, Martin asks, “Any idea where we actually are?”

“I, uh, don’t know.”

“Don’t know or don’t, y’know, Know?”

“Either. Both. I…,” Jon reaches out, just to confirm something he’s known since he opened his eyes, “the Eye is gone. Or at least, any tether I had to it is. There’s..there’s just me left. More intact than I would’ve expected, honestly.”

One of Martin’s hands slides from Jon’s wrist to his hand, lifting it so he can kiss the knuckles. “That’s..that’s good, yeah?”

Jon presses their foreheads together, deciding even the foot of distance between them is far too much. “It’s wonderful.”

The moment to bask in the joy of that freedom is quickly interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Fear grabs a hold of both of them, their tensions indistinguishable from one another, but as Jon squints into the distance and the figure becomes clear, he lets himself relax.

“Hello, Oliver.”

Oliver catches to them near instantly, despite his seemingly leisurely pace. He gives them both a pleasant enough smile, despite the fact that Martin has turned his head just enough to glare daggers at the man. “Jon. Martin. I would say it’s nice to see you two, but I find that’s rarely true in my line of work.”

Voice dripping in venom Martin grits out, “What do you want?”

Before Oliver can answers, Jon gives a gentle but chiding, “Martin.”

“What, Jon? Excuse me if I not exactly thrilled by his presence.”

Dropping his head onto Martin’s shoulder, Jon tells him, “Martin. We didn’t make it.”

“Wh-,” Martin’s glances back and forth between Oliver and Jon, before finally settling on, “Oh.”

After this revelation, Oliver adds, “For what it’s worth, I am sorry. I was hoping that by being unable to see your fates that you would outlast me.”

While Martin mutters a “That’s not worth much of anything” under his breath, Jon more audibly replies, “Thank you. We appreciate it. I..suppose you’re to escort us to whatever’s next, then?”

“Not exactly. More like I thought it might be nice to have company before our paths finally diverge. I am here for my end, not yours.”

“So, after the world was restored, you were-?”

Oliver holds up a hand to stop him. “No, no, not exactly. Benefit of belonging to the End, anyone that might have a desire to revenge themselves upon you is already gone. Well, except for Martin here, though I hope we can manage some level of civility.”

Oliver levels what some might consider a smirk at Martin, to which Martin gives a sneer before conceding, “Whatever,” before giving Jon a slight tug for them to get a move on. Jon, however, could never resist satiating his curiosity, and this seems relatively harmless to pursue, so he doesn’t let himself move with the tide that is a determined Martin. “So, wait, what happened to you then? If it wasn’t an automatic effect of the fears leaving or- or someone coming after you?”

“When the fears were taken elsewhere, I was given a choice much like your own. I could follow their lead, I could try the world without them, or I could walk along my own root. There’s every possibility that I would’ve survived the new world, but I was ready for my own walk through the final doorway.”

Jon studies him, trying to use intuition rather than raw power once again, but can detect no hint of sadness on the man’s features. Jon wishes he had that same level of peace, but while he can’t quite obtain, that primal fear of death still lingering, he thinks that having Martin with him even through the end, that he can at least understand it.

The three of them set off, simply picking the direction that most feels right on an instinctual level. They walk with the silence of people that are headed towards something both inevitable and inscrutable, before finally some of the curling void pulls away to reveal a door.

It is a deeply ordinary door. It is made of a whitewashed wood, and somewhat resembles the door to the safe house. In an actual location, it would be unsuspicious, even to the paranoid. Here, it makes fear course through him. Trying to keep the tremble out of his voice, Jon asks, “Is this for us?”

Oliver replies, “For you two, yes. I have a different destination.”

Martin chimes up, sounding much more resolute out of the two of them. “Well? You’re the ruler of the dead or whatever, got any idea what’s on the other side?”

Oliver makes a considering hum, then tells them, “I can’t be certain, that was never an insight I was granted. However, I know that your souls are so inextricably bound that whatever is there, is there for both of you. If I were to make an educated guess, I would say that my end will grant me rest, and for you two, time.”

As soon as he says this, they can hear noises from the other side of the door. Laughter and conversation with words that can’t quite be made out, but the voices behind the words, he recognizes. Tim and Sasha, the real Sasha, the one he can finally, finally remember. Martin gasps, and Jon knows he remembers too.

Oliver gives a wave and a very final, “Good luck.”

Jon replies with a genuine, “You too,” while Martin replies with a surprisingly cordial, “Uh huh.”

They watch until Oliver fades into the blankness. As soon as he is swallowed up, Jon pulls Martin’s hand to his scarred over heart and asks, “Ready?”

Martin huffs out a watery laugh and says, “Not even slightly.”

Together, they open the door.

#tma spoilers #tma 200 #jon sims #oliver banks #martin blackwood #tma

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anthyies · 3 years

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going to try to put all my excalibur thoughts here since obviously tumblr is made for long posts and twitter is... not!

okay first of all this article just came out that discusses some of the problems excalibur has with imperialism/colonization and i’m just going to... word dump!

colonization in many different forms is like, my biggest issue with this run

first - the concept of a captain britain itself. you just can’t write about britain and about someone taking up the mantle and wearing the flag without talking about the history of britain. the concept of britain being a universal constant and the concept of a captain britain being responsible for keeping multiversal order just.. feels weird. it feels colonizing! you can’t divorce the real life history (it’s literally not even in the past) of british imperialism from the concept of captain britain.

second - this run specifically features betsy as the star. betsy is.. betsy is a white woman who stole an asian woman’s body and lived in it for years. this is so.. so.. obviously wrong and feels like colonization again!

third - the way the whole betsy/kwannon thing was dealt with is just, personally, not satisfactory at all.

the fault of this lies completely with betsy; kwannon has no reason to hear her out. if betsy really wanted to make amends, she would have to reach out herself (and be completely ready for kwannon to be like no lol)

but this issue didn’t even have betsy reaching out herself? kwannon is the one that reached out, and is the one that has to Be The Bigger Person but she really shouldn’t have to considering that it was /her/ body that was stolen! kwannon had to talk to betsy, had to actively reach out, had to give her a pep talk to get her to return to her body, and betsy .. threw a tantrum? didn’t really apologize to kwannon? kwannon was the one saying this is a thing that has been done to us and it just is now; but it was a thing done TO HER not to betsy!!!

basically betsy has no accountability again. and it sucks.

fourth - and this is subtler but, the current excalibur run is sooo betsy focused. and this comes at the expense of other characters particularly characters of color. jubilee has mostly been comic relief? she’s only been relevant through shogo, which sucks. rictor has gotten power ups, and some focus but he hasn’t felt like himself until the recent issue, and he’s mostly been there to help betsy and to help betsy get back into her body. which is. ://. and also this is something that comes from me being a ricstar fan but man he has made two oblique references to shatterstar and that’s it huh.

fifth - this goes back again to the captain britain imagery but nobody really thought about what putting the british flag on people meant, huh, the alternate universe captain britain!rictor and captain britain!jubilee just left a really bad taste in my mouth. you can’t divorce the flag from the history of british imperalism

yeah that’s it for now. sorry for this being so long lol but man excalibur is.. a lot. i think the only way i would be able to care about a captain britain is if there was a story featuring a person of color who grappled with what the legacy of britain means!

also hire more writers of color. that’s it. thank you for listening to this super long textpost.

#wednesday spoilers #excalibur #betsy braddock #kwannon #xmen #marvel #esha.txt #long post #hi guys -___-#look on the bright side.. the art is good :)

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hedgecupcakes · 4 years

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Quick Rant:

I’ve been seeing some hypocrisy in the fandom where content (referring mostly to textposts) is attacked for generalizing characters or straying from canon to become fanon. Exhibit A:

People attack others for dumbing Percy down, yet they seem to have no problem with having Leo flirt all the time and wallow in his depressed-seventh-wheel-single-ness (despite having a girlfriend in canon yes I see you trying to erase Calypso).

More Examples:

Leo: dumbass #2

Jason: goody-two-shoes

Piper: can and will sass you to death

Hazel: innocent bean who never curses

Nico: depressed, suicidal bean

Reyna: sense of humor is nonexistent

If you’re saying we need to stop making Percy the “dumb one”, we should also stop having Annabeth correct everyone’s spelling mistakes because like some of the other demigods, she is also dyslexic (Annabeth has trouble spelling the word “cyclops”, The Sea of Monsters, Chapter 8).

Honestly, if this continues, we’ll be canceling content just for including Jason because he’s dead.

(sorry if I spoiled that for you just now)

But but but but buuuuut...

this generalization also depends on where you view the characters in the canon timeline. Some people view them in the most up to date book (The Tyrants Tomb, aka Jason is still dead), others are still mentally at Camp Half Blood after The Last Olympian (Percy bullies Clarisse since she hasn’t gone to college yet), or like me, stuck in the close-knit-found-family Argo 2 era.

What I’m saying is: please cut them some slack since not everyone has read all the books, and we all view the characters differently (because the characters are complex and have different sides, crazy right)

I personally don’t have a problem with the fanon versions of the characters because we’re clearly just joking (or at least I thought it was clear.) I normally don’t like to preach, but I felt like this fandom needed to be called out on their toxic behavior.

I don’t even want to talk about cancel culture, ask @lityerses-ly about it

In conclusion, whether you want to write Percy as a clumsy, dumb fuck or a hot, smooth fuck, I don’t care. Just keep it civil, fun, and respectful. We’re (supposed to be) known as one of the nicer, more wholesome fandoms, alright?

*sips tea and prepares to be attacked*

Well hey! If you made it to the end of this thread, thank you for taking the time to read through the all of it! So what do you think, agree or disagree or somewhere in between? I’d honestly love to hear what you think in the comments!

Note: This post was most definitely inspired by the style and flair of @lityerses-ly

I admire your wise words, bravery, and cut-the-bullshit attitude so so much. Thank you for being who you are.

#rick riordan #percy jackson #pjo #riordanverse #pjo text post #pjo memes #heroes of olympus #pjohoo #my rants #i dont know how to write

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