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morrigan-sims · 7 months

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Guys, I have one piece of advice for you that will seriously improve your time on simblr: If you love someone's story, let them know. Leave a comment, send an ask, whatever. Do it on anon if you're scared. And don't worry about coming off as unhinged. Honestly, the more details and rambling you put in, the better. There is literally nothing that makes an artist feel better than having someone tell them that they love their work.

So if someone's latest story post made you cry, tell them! Or if their edit gave you chills, tell them!!! And let me tell you a secret. Nothing motivates people to work on their stories more than knowing that other people love them and want to see more.

Nothing feels better than seeing someone answer your ask or reply to your comment, and seeing how happy they are. Trust me on this. It feels amazing. You'll make their day, and make your own day better too. And maybe, just maybe, you'll be the push they need to open their game and work on the next post.

Oh, and if you want them to love you forever, include details! Say what specific lines made you feel so strongly, or offer theories on what's going to happen next. Tell them who your favorite character is, or what antagonist is making your teeth grind. Storytellers put so much effort into their posts and their writing, and having someone pick up on the details is so immensely gratifying.

#trust me. send long rambling gushing asks to your faves. it's good for them and for you. I promise.#morrigan.txt #delete later #btw. this is not me begging for asks for my own content.#it's me trying to share the joy I get when I see someone reply to one of my asks.#there is almost no better feeling.#(see the ask I sent Jade yesterday for reference lmao.)#I am the queen of sending unhinged rambling asks about how obsessed I am with things #I honestly worry I overdo it sometimes. but then I see how happy it makes people and I realize I didn't overdo it.

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spacedace · 10 months

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Here be the first little bit of the new DP x DC AU I warned about earlier where Tim, due to his constant repeated attempts at cloning Bart & Kon, accidentally summons slightly eldritch Elle who is very interested in what he’s up to.

As always feel free to run with this as a prompt if yall find anything here interesting :D

Tim didn’t mean to summon her.

He’d been in the lab, staring at the data on the latest failed attempts at cloning Kon and Bart and feeling like he was cracking in two. Eyes burning, chest tight, world spinning out into shifting impossible shadows around him as his mind and body struggled to push him forward into another day without sleep. The hush of water in the tanks, his unsteady steps on the cement floor, the chill seeping into his bones.

He stumbled and swayed through the maze of the lab, numbers dripping like blood down the screen as he tried to stare at the figures. He needed to try again, needed to bring them back, in whatever capacity he could. This time would work. This time he’d get it right.

When he saw her, feet clumsy as he rounded a corner, he thought she was just another hallucination.

How could she be anything else?

Skin like a polished mirror, hair like the white-hot flash of lightning, eyes as green as the depths of the Lazarus Pits. She floated before a tank, spectral and strange with a long wisping tail that drifted off into nothingness in place of legs, body shifting and changing before his eyes in ways that bodies should not be able to. Outside of the eyes the face was…not there. An impression of the shapes that you’d expect to see in a human face, like the Question’s. Sometimes though the features defined, sharpened. Mirror bright skin crackling as faces took shape in the glass.

In the low light of the lab, he almost imaged one of those faces was Kon’s. Dimples and freckles and high cheek bones and the slant of a silhouette that haunted Tim’s dreams at night. A flicker of her lightining hair and it was gone. Smoothed back into soft blankness once more.

He watched from the of the aisle as she lifted too-long mirror shard fingers and rest them gently on the glass as she seemed to peer in at the lifeless body inside.

Attempt 76.

One of his tries with Bart. The organs hadn’t grown right during the age-up process. Tim had cried for that one as he had for all the others. As he had for Bart and Kon when they had died. As he still did as the fact that it was more maddened grief than hope that kept him pushing forward anyway.

He closed his eyes to the hallucination at the end of the aisle. Breathed deep and steady. It might be gone when he opened his eyes again. It might not be. It might be something - someone - else when he dares look next. He’d been through this time and time again over the days and weeks he’d been throwing himself at this agonizing wall. The only difference this time was the intricate strangeness, the total lack of recognition he had for the figure, baring the moment he almost saw Kon in its face.

Coffee. Maybe some harder stimulants, if he had any left. New data to review, new attempts to be made. He didn’t have time for the effects of sleep deprivation.

Tim opened his eyes.

He jerked back as he came face to face with himself, warped and strange and green in the reflective face of the being where it now hovered so close that if it breathed he would feel it upon his face.

She tilted her head at him, curious. Hands rose to cup his face, rest on his shoulders, wrap around his arms, cradle his hands. More hands than he’d seen before. More hands than he was able to truly comprehend, stomach souring as his eyes stung and strained in the attempt to look at the impossible warping of her body. Despite the glint of shattered glass that made up her fractured palms and splintered silver fingers, her hands were soft and warm where they curled around him. Almost human in the way they held him in place, the hold pleasantly firm.

He’d never had a doting elder aunt to pinch his cheeks and demand to get a look at him, but he imagined this might be what that felt like. The way the being shifted her head from side to side, his reflection warping in the curved reflection of the planes of her featureless face, added to the strange idea. His hallucinations didn’t normally touch him, though. And never so…kindly.

Tim felt his blood go cold as he realized it might not be a figment of his fracturing mind floating before him.

Swallowing nervously, he tried to shift backwards, to slip out of the many grasping hands before the softness turned sharp and began to cut into him. He felt something cool against the back of his legs, hair standing on end as static electricity built up on his skin where he brushed the trailing tail he hadn’t noticed her curl around him. The entity leaned in close, the depthless green of her glowing eyes consuming Tim’s entire field of vision, and he was flooded by the sudden, horrible awareness of being Known.

The world fell away from him, his stomach lurching with the sick-sweet feel of free fall that used to exhilarate him when he’d first become Robin and had flown from rooftops dangling by his grapple and his belief in the magic being Robin instilled in him. The lab, the equipment, the piles of data and desperate scribbles, the failed clones, Tim himself. All swept away in the flood of green and the roar of lightning and the cool press of glass.

He came to would could have been minutes or centuries later. Gasping and sick on the cold cement floor, shivering as he dry heaved. His mouth full of salt and copper and the burning crackle of ozone at the back of his throat.

For a moment, disoriented and dizzy, he thought it had all been a hallucination after all. Or some fractious dream visited upon him by his torn and tattered mind after he’d finally collapsed from exhaustion on the lab floor. That the entity truly had been just in his mind, a consequence of his refusal to rest until his work was done.

Then he felt the glass-cool fingers running through his hair, the warm hand rubbing at his back, heard the low murmurs of reassurance in a voice that was almost, almost human.

He spasmed as he tried to jerk away, hissing with the sharp sting of pins and needles dancing over every nerve. His limbs were heavy and clumsy, and he was crashing back to the cold floor under his own weight before he could even try and drag himself away. His breathing came in short, aching gasps as he tried to twist away, only managing to roll to his back to see the entity where it sat calmly looking down at him.

She had a face now. A solid, steady one that fit her in a way that made him think it must be her real one, though what that meant exactly he didn’t know. The glowing eyes had dimmed and shifted, more human looking with black pupils and white sclera. Button nose marked with silver-tarnish freckles that spread over her cheeks too. A mouth, with lips curled into an apologetic smile. Her hair, still shifting as if caught in a wind that wasn’t there, was still the bright white it’d been before, but the lighting of the locks had settled into faint crackles between the curls. Whatever she was, whatever she’d done to him, he could look at her without feeling like his mind might just crack in two.

“Wha-“ His voice cracked, painful and hoarse like he’d been screaming. Maybe he had been. Swallowing around the burn in his throat, he choked out a hissed, “What are you?”

Her head tilted in that curious slant again, more human features giving her a bright, youthful look as she peered down at him questioningly. “You summoned me, Little Gaffer, shouldn’t you know?”

Gaffer is a term used for a glass crafter, as well as light technicians for stage/movie productions. I’m using it as the term for the person who creates a Clone, with the clone themselves being a Mirrorborn, and the person they are cloned from being called the clone’s Reflected. Gaffer is probably a bit of a stretch for this, technically I think someone who makes mirrors would be called a Glazier (Glaziers are glassmakers) but I wasn’t vibing that as much. Besides I like the vibe of glass + light = mirror in a way.

Anyway, opening volley of a new AU where Tim ends up becoming like a warlock to Elle to get his loved ones back, while Elle is just having the time of her sorta eldritch little life watching this absolute mess of a human wreck shit and cause so much chaos even without the powers she starts giving him.

(Elle in this is both the God Queen of Clones/Mirrorborn as well as the Ancient of the Speedforce (which I’ve decided is called the Ever Onward in the Infinite Realms, because I literally can’t be stopped from trying to make normal DC things sound mystical because spooky Infinite Realms aesthetics haha)

Have a tiny bit more written for this, but don’t know how much I’ll end up writing for it with all the other projects I have currently lol, so if anyone is interested feel free to run with it as you so desire haha

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc writing prompt #Tim Drake #dani phantom #danielle phantom #elle phantom #god queen of clones Elle #ancient of the speedforce elle #unhinged tim but that's not a surprise #eldritch dani #kon kent #bart allan #mostly just their dead clones but still they're relevant #warlock tim #patron dani #unreliable narrator #only for a bit though #yall thought Tim was bad in canon just imagine what he'd get up to with fucky bullshit ghost powers #tim accidentally ending up as the leader of a cult because he actually is a prophet for a god like being #Kon and Bart are gonna be SO CONFUSED when they come back to life to this shit #Cassie just mad she joined the wrong Death Be Gone cult #also was anyone gonna tell me Cassie joined a cult after Kon died or was I supposed to just find that while reading wiki pages at 4am

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scarletwandas · 3 months

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Margot Robbie as HARLEY QUINN BIRDS OF PREY AND THE FANTABULOUS EMANCIPATION OF ONE HARLEY QUINN (2020)

#harleyquinnedit #dceuedit #margotrobbieedit #filmedit #harley quinn #birds of prey #birds of prey and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn #margot robbie #myedits #various #cute unhinged angel baby queen

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lunarrolls · 9 months

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this is what my current theory about ashton’s primordial bullshit boils down to it’s incredibly self explanatory. no i haven’t watched calamity why do you ask

#cr #cr3 #cr spoilers #ashton greymoore #laerryn coramar seelie #exu calamity #roll insight #i feel so bad because the episode was SO GOOD for SO MANY OF THE HELLS but ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS BEING UNHINGED ABOUT THE ASHTON LORE #i read the bright queen to learn about the luxon like two days ago and then did a wiki dive #did y’all know that genasi are heavily prized by both the kryn and the cerberus assembly #which is fucking hilariously ironic to me. can you imagine being the kryn scout to find ashton fucking greymoore #anyways

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brokendoor16 · 2 months

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Okay. So I'm aware that we LOVE love of my life for S3 post-angel depression Crowley, but hear me out. What I actually NEED in S3 is a (ridiculously, impossibly, drunk-to-the-extent-that-would-kill-a-mere-mortal) post-angel depression Crowley doing karaoke to Bohemian Rhapsody. JUST IMAGINE THE FUCKING MOOD SWINGS IN THAT SONG-

As a brief demonstration, I will now pick a lyric from each verse (I'm so sorry guys, this is what happens when I don't sleep so now it's all of your problems):

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy- delivered in the MOST fucking overdramatic way possible, probably throwing his arms around a looking up (to curse Heaven- AKA try and figure out if Aziraphale's about to watch him embarrass himself again)

Mama, just killed a man- standing up from his chair (this scene is taking place at the closed coffee shop, I've just decided this), with an IMPECCABLE Freddie Mercury impression and kinda staring into Nina's soul (she's both amused and terrified)

I don't wanna die // I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all- slurring his words, slumping back into a chair, sounding utterly depressed and also done with life. Maggie is deeply concerned and trying to count up how much wine he's drank.

Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the fandango?- completely manic. At the peak of drunkeness. At some point he has got up on the table and is now pointing at Nina like he's expecting her to actually DO the fucking Fandango (tbh he probably is)

BONUS LINE FROM THE SAME VERSE: Thunderbolts and lightening, very very frightening me- again, peak drunkeness. Slurring his words so hard you can barely tell what he's saying. Stumbling off of the table but still stupidly manic.

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?- looking up (let's be honest he's probably fallen over and is hauling himself off of the floor) at Maggie and Nina, hammered out of his mind but oddly endearing (according to Maggie, at least. Nina has plenty of words about the whole display and 'endearing' is most DEFINITELY not one of them)

Beezlebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me- practically fucking SCREAMING, barely able to stand up but somehow with an inhuman amount of energy and finding himself the funniest being to ever grace the earth because BEEZLEBUB

So you think you can love me and leave me to die?- suddenly recovering a whole lot of strength. And anger. Standing up, potentially smoking, staring directly upwards and SCREAMING (he's not doing well guys)

Nothing really matters // nothing really matters to me- there's no more energy. He's on the floor and too drunk to get back up. Probably just slumps over clutching a wine bottle (did I mention he's been using it as a mic?) and goes to sleep. Maggie, Nina, and Aziraphale (IF he's watching) and deeply concerned. He wakes up with a banging headache and an intense feeling of embarrassment.

So yes. That was my TED talk on why Crowley should get drunk and sing Bohemian Rhapsody in S3. Thank you for making it to the end of this train wreck, and I sincerely apologise. I'm very sleep deprived.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #ineffable idiots #crowley #Queen #Just Crowley being himself tbh #good omens s3 #i am unhinged about this show #Can you tell?#anthony janthony crowley #Idk what this is #Enjoy?

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isagrimorie · 30 days

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Star Trek Voyager 4E09 - Scientific Method

The Janeway Moment for Seven of Nine. (The First of Many).

Part 1, 2

#star trek voyager #voyager 4x09 #seven of nine #kathryn janeway #scientific method (voyager)#voyageredit #my edit #janeway at her most unhinged #and winning #seven is so intrigued and FASCINATED #this captain moment became seven's core memory #something has fundamentally changed in seven #and she doesn't know what it is yet #but janeway driving voyager straight #through TWO pulsars #and calling the bluff of the alien scientists #the borg queen could never #theeee moment seven's allegiance from the borg shifted #to captain janeway #and knowing it or not at the time #the first time in her life she's ever felt attraction #also one of the things why jeri ryan #is such a good actor #you can see her still acting in the background #the moment janeway orders tuvok to keep going #you can see that pique seven's curiosity #her attention shifts from the scientist to janeway #and seven just doesn't stop staring at janeway #captain janeway FASCINATES seven of nine #star trek edit

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ali-mart · 6 months

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Being so incredibly normal about the BTS photo drop on instagram- leaking this 1000% authentic, not edited photo from it

#the restraint I have to not make their lips touch in this #crediting myself as a respectful queen despite this being so unhinged #but you know #wolfwren #shin hati #sabine wren #ahsoka series #behind the scenes

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moonah-rose · 3 months

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Chaos Trio. I love them.

Also Alison saying "Robin" in the same tone as when I find my dog with one of my slippers.

#bbc ghosts #alison cooper #robin the caveman #julian fawcett #mike cooper #chess husbands #and their unhinged queen

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hanihazeljade · 1 month

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Tim the Drag Queen

Tim, contrary to the popular belief, has a lot of time to himself. He has a a schedule and he tried to fill his schedule with all possible thing, because or else he will overthink and he hates overthinking.

CW: Crossdressing

6:00 - wake up

6:10 - quick shower

6:20 - morning skin routine

6:35 - breakfast

7:00 - morning paper

7:30 - quick cardio

8:15 - dressed up

8:30 - go to WE

9:00 - meet Tam

1:00 - lunch

2:30 - paperworks

5:00 - go home

5:30 - dinner

6:00 - nap

9:00 - case reading

11:00 - patrol

2:00 - clean up/ night skin care routine

2:30 - sleep

Now imagine that if he got a monthly benched for a week because he just don't come at manor and everyone likes to think that he is not taking care of himself.

Like hmm???

He is pretty sure that he is the most healthy person in that place. He is the only one that has a skin care routine, eats proper diet and have a 9-5 job!

Well he doesn't have any thing to do to fill out of his 21:00 to 2:00. Sometimes he just wants to put Bruce between two bread and call him an idiot sandwich. But he won't do that because he is a good person.

But he found a such a beautiful little thing. So every time he got his monthly benched, the Fridays he go to the Metropolis clubs as a beautiful drag queen.

Yes, drag queen. Being a drag queen makes him feels so pretty, sure he got a little bit annoyed and irritated about the Caroline Hill, but when he got up to be such a self-centred attention-seeking Donna Bella, a drag queen with a thing with royalty, finesse and chaos but in an elegant way, he feels so powerful.

Being in drag means gaves him anonymity and he just looooove the attention everyone gave him. It heals his inner child in some sort of ways. Being so chaotic and no one will ever say anything about him, it such a fresh air to him ever since he was a kid, everything he does just gained nothing but judgement.

With his sharp pure red madness of eye makeup with a black contour, the bloody crimson hair, his tight bodysuit and lace stockings and his 8 inch platform heels, he feels unstoppable and on the top of the world. No one can find his safe little haven here.

He does his show like a proud queen that he is, he does splits, backbending, backflips, voguing and more. He did it like it was his last show. No regrets.

#tim drake #fanfic #chaotic tim drake #unhinged tim drake #dcu #cross dressing #drag queen

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