YALL KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS-
THE DRAKES SPOILED BRAT HAS UPDATED
THE REAL CHAPTER 8 IS NOW AVALIABLE
Name: As above
Rating: General Audiences
Chapter: 8/??
Word count: 28,285
Relationships: Batfam + Extended DC friends/fam (now including minor past Dick/Babs and Roy/Jason)
Summary: Tim dies a week before he turns 18, his only wish is that he could do it all over again. Not for himself, but for the family he failed to save from their own tragic fates.
It seems for once the universe is on his side (haha yeah right) and the past 12 years of his life are erased giving him his well desired do over.
He makes it his mission to save his family as
Timothy Drake- His own asshole "Brucie Wayne"
&
Cardinal- His new vigilante persona/informant
Time is running out- has he done enough or are the scales of fate forever tipped against him?
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This is probably my last post on the whole “Liz is dead” situation but I want to talk about my great grandmother, who is currently 92 years old. When I was growing up, hell even now, she’d tell me a lot about her own stories, mostly about how terrifying life was under both the British Raj and Nizam rule (her side of my family is from Hyderabad - Google the Nizams and the Razakars if you’ve never heard about them, that’s a whole other thing of its own).
Something I remember very clearly is her telling me about this one song she was forced to sing in her school - she went to a Christian convent school - and the song was about the greatness of “George Prabhu and Mary Rani,” aka George V, Elizabeth II’s grandfather. Recently my mom was able to film her singing this song so that we could listen to the lyrics, which are originally in Telugu, and roughly translated it means “we’re singing in honor of George and Mary, who are the rulers of India and have brought great fortune to India, and we see them as our father and mother.”
This is just a really difficult reminder that when we’re talking about why Elizabeth II and the royal family don’t deserve our respect or condolences, many of us have very personal stories that run deep through our families. “But she was a mother, a grandmother, a person” and I don’t care because she and her family were in the business of dehumanizing and erasing the identities of millions of other mothers, other grandmothers, other PEOPLE. Why else would my great grandmother be forced to sing a song in their honor? “But she wasn’t responsible for India” fair enough, her darling grandfather had a great time doing that, but how about you go and talk to Kenya? Or anyone in Africa? Or the Caribbean? I’m sick and tired of being told to “not speak ill of the dead” when REALLY I and millions of others should be getting an apology from anyone who wants to “praise her legacy” and talk about how “revolutionary” she was.
edit: i got the george’s mixed up before. george v is elizabeth ii’s grandfather. george vi is her father.
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shadowheart! you can’t just ask dead people why they don’t smell like roadkill!
(loosely based on the party banter outside of philgrave’s mansion bc my jaw dropped lol)
my commissions
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actually i love it when the characters are all lying. i love it when they all have secrets and none of them trust each other. i love being given clues that solve puzzles i haven't even been presented with yet. i also love it when i get chills watching a scene without even knowing what it means, and when i do know what it means, i get even more chills. i love theorizing and thinking and solving and coming up with possibilities of where a story might be going. i love it and i will do it for free, for fun, for no real reason.
this is a mystery appreciation post!! if you appreciate mysteries and secrets and stories that slowly unravel before you, please interact!!!
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