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remarcely · 19 days

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"You're a weird little freak, ain't you, kid?"

John Constantine took a final long drag from his cigarette before dropping it and crushing it under his boot.

He'd been called in on official Justice League business, much to everyone's dismay, and had immediately clocked the new Robin as something inhuman. He just wasn't... right. All it took was a subtle jab into his side and closer study of the boys flesh to understand.

"Rude." Tim scowled. He was a good deal shorter than the man and had to crane his neck up to stare him in the eyes.

"So, what are you? A golem? Mud creature? Swamp Things estranged dirt-based cousin?" The man toyed with his golden lighter, flicking the lid back and forth, lighting it only to extinguish it a second later.

"I don't know." Tim shrugged.

"How can you not know?" Constantine sounded taken aback and a little annoyed.

"I just don't know. My parents made me." He shuffled on his feet awkwardly, uncomfortable under the mans close watch "They're not Jewish but I guess I'm kind of like a golem?"

"Eh, mythologies and pantheons get mixed together all the time. They must have mashed up the right materials to do..." Constantine waved his hands in Tim's general direction "This."

"Do you have a problem with that?" The boys frown deepened.

"Depends."

"On?"

"You." The mans eyes glowed for a split second and Tim felt something settle over his skin in a strange feeling film, coating his mouth in a bad taste "Does ol' spooky know?"

"He glues me back together when I get hurt."

"Huh," Constantine chuckled "How about that. Tell you what, this little chat can stay between us on one condition."

"What would that be?" The boy tilted his head in cautious curiosity.

"If you even feel like rampaging through a town or eating people, call me."

Non-Human Tim Drake Prompt

The Drakes were unable to bear a child, so they made one.

They used clay from their dig sites, having come across grounds so imbued with magic that it was pouring out of the material in waves, and shapes a child- a little boy. He had Janet's smile, Jacks eyes, and a chunk of ruby, chipped off from an artifact the couple had found years ago, in place of a heart. They'd dried the clay child for thirty days and thirty nights, carefully checking him for cracks and crumbling patches. On the morning of the thirty-first day he opened his eyes and Timothy Drake was ‘born’.

He had once asked what power created him. Tim had heard of the tales of a puppet boy, so loved by his father that a fairy bestowed him with life, and asked his mother if the same fairy had blessed him. Janet had laughed, not taking him seriously, and patted his cheek.

“Oh, my darling, you weren’t made for no reason. You are the heir to the Drake name, a perfect little creation.” She stood from where she’d been crouched and began to leave the room, not bothering to look over her shoulder “Fairies are not real, Timothy, and neither is ‘true love’. There is only us and our requisites. You will placate our plans in a way flesh and blood never could.”

Tim understands the words his mother isn’t saying. Love had nothing to do with it, only necessity for a child to keep something so arbitrary as a name alive.

He wasn’t their son, he was a vessel, and if he wanted to remain a Drake then he’d need to serve his purpose;

Perfection.

#john constantine #timothy drake #tim drake #janet drake #jack drake #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #archive of our own #fanfic #ao3 writer #batman #batfam #dc prompt #dc fanfic #dc robin #dc #detective comics #he's made of clay :)#very breakable

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remarcely · 20 days

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Non-Human Tim Drake Prompt

The Drakes were unable to bear a child, so they made one.

They used clay from their dig sites, having come across grounds so imbued with magic that it was pouring out of the material in waves, and shapes a child- a little boy. He had Janet's smile, Jacks eyes, and a chunk of ruby, chipped off from an artifact the couple had found years ago, in place of a heart. They'd dried the clay child for thirty days and thirty nights, carefully checking him for cracks and crumbling patches. On the morning of the thirty-first day he opened his eyes and Timothy Drake was ‘born’.

He had once asked what power created him. Tim had heard of the tales of a puppet boy, so loved by his father that a fairy bestowed him with life, and asked his mother if the same fairy had blessed him. Janet had laughed, not taking him seriously, and patted his cheek.

“Oh, my darling, you weren’t made for no reason. You are the heir to the Drake name, a perfect little creation.” She stood from where she’d been crouched and began to leave the room, not bothering to look over her shoulder “Fairies are not real, Timothy, and neither is ‘true love’. There is only us and our requisites. You will placate our plans in a way flesh and blood never could.”

Tim understands the words his mother isn’t saying. Love had nothing to do with it, only necessity for a child to keep something so arbitrary as a name alive.

He wasn’t their son, he was a vessel, and if he wanted to remain a Drake then he’d need to serve his purpose;

Perfection.

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remarcely · 24 days

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Woke up feeling nauseous and thought hey, you know what will cheer me up? Watching the most recent D20 Adventuring Party.

At the 'all pulp no juice' bit, I threw up

#this is not a joke #i have to go to work in half an hour :(#d20 fantasy high #adventuring party #dimension 20 #dropout #thanks murph

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remarcely · 29 days

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Actually, I'm not done with this thought yet.

The situation I mentioned from an old friend group was more ridiculous that I wrote. I'd posted onto my social media story with a text post about being depressed, really soft-ball stuff. This was immediately sent to a group chat by one of the members and they tore into me for complaining because, and it's an actual quote, "You're fine." The guy who did this was having a rough time, sure, and I try not to hold it against him any more.

The situation with that group was very much 'we are all suffering and will keep it that way so no one here is better than me' and that mentality did some serious damage before I eventually dragged myself away.

Just that one post, to my story and not directed at anyone, made one guy so unhappy that he blasted me in front of all of our friends. And no one responded to back me up or tell him to lay off. Actually, no one responded at all, the messages were left on read.

I'm not looking for sympathy now and I wasn't then, I just wanted to talk to someone and maybe start a conversation. I don't know what it is about me even mentioning the existence of my mental health that made him so upset and angry, I can only imagine.

So yeah, if someone reaches out to you and you're not in the mental space to help them, just listening is better than telling them to shut up.

If there is anything I've taken from my teenage-years-friendgroups is that it should never be a competition when it comes to mental health. I can recall old friends getting genuinely mad at me when I would rarely open up about how shit I'd been feeling because "I was fine" and I "didn't have it as bad as them." That was just from me mentioning depression too, I never even told them about the suicidal thoughts.

If someone who's been stabbed in the leg comes up to you and asks for help, only for you to say "Well, I've been shot in the chest, so get over it" then you're doing nothing but making it a race to see who can bleed out first.

#i had forgotten about this memory and it just violently resurfaced in my brain #rambles #mental health #mental illness #mental problems #mental illness tw

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remarcely · 29 days

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If there is anything I've taken from my teenage-years-friendgroups is that it should never be a competition when it comes to mental health. I can recall old friends getting genuinely mad at me when I would rarely open up about how shit I'd been feeling because "I was fine" and I "didn't have it as bad as them." That was just from me mentioning depression too, I never even told them about the suicidal thoughts.

If someone who's been stabbed in the leg comes up to you and asks for help, only for you to say "Well, I've been shot in the chest, so get over it" then you're doing nothing but making it a race to see who can bleed out first.

#rambles #mental problems #mental illness #mental health #hey don't be like my old friends #trauma is not a competition #mental illness tw #mental illness awareness

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remarcely · 2 months

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I am aware that I've been very quiet recently.

It's been a rough start to my year, with two funerals, news of yet another family death today, and my mental health being insanely low right now. I've been struggling to pick up any of my hobbies and writing has slowed down.

So yeah, I am going to be a bit MIA as I try and get through everything

#fanfiction writer #ao3 writers curse

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remarcely · 4 months

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Hey, do you think Luke Castellan was prepared to hurt other half-bloods to take down the gods because when he looked at them he saw the faces of campers he'd seen grow up and die for nothing, and that they were doomed by their parents narrative to die young anyway so at least his way gave it some meaning and, if anything, proved his point.

#luke castellan #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv #pjo series

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remarcely · 4 months

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I have written around 76 pages and over 37K words for a Red Hood rewrite fanfic, and I'm not even close to done yet.

This is going to be a long haul and I am so excited for when I finally get to post some of it to ao3. It will be 100% written before it is released, probably with weekly updates, meaning it could be anywhere between a few months to a full year before it will start to be published.

The story starts with Jason's resurrection, follows him to the League, and Gotham, with direct reimaginations of scenes from Under The Red Hood. The main change? Jason Todd was never put in The Pit. He has no insanity, a strange magic that brought him back from the dead, human made rage and a plan to reform Crime Alley- starting with a dead clown. What's more, there's something rotten in Gotham. Something hungry.

It still has no title lol.

#red hood #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #archive of our own #fanfic #ao3 writer #catatonic jason todd #jason todd #jason todd headcanon #fanfic in progress

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remarcely · 5 months

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A feverish Jason Todd is bedridden and grounded from patrolling as Robin, leaving him in an empty house while Alfred visits family back in the UK and Bruce is out as the Batman.

This leaves Jason, red-faced and possibly hallucinating, as the last line of defense when a masked group break into Wayne Manor. Cue some Home Alone level hijinks, a broken Chandelier, and the weirdest fucking crime scene Bruce Wayne has ever laid his eyes upon with his adopted son snoozing peacefully square in the middle.

#fanfiction #fanfiction writer #archive of our own #fanfic #ao3 writer #batman prompt #batman #batman fanfiction #batfamily #jason todd prompt #jason todd #dc prompt #dc comics #dc fanfic #bruce wayne #dc robin

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remarcely · 5 months

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I didn't like Sylvie in S1, mostly because of the whole sylki thing, but S2 has made me her number 1 defender.

It blows my mind that people watched the show and went away with 'wow, Sylvie's a bitch' because it just reeks of misogyny and not having the capacity to understand a complex character.

Sylvie, since the age of 10-ish, has been fleeing a constant threat to her existence and grew up in apocalypses. She couldn't have anything permanent other than herself because she has to keep moving and anything she leaves behind is destroyed. No friends, no family, and no universe of her own.

Then she gets put in a room with the one guy who ruined her entire life and countless others, of course she's going to be determined to kill him. She started as a scared child, it makes sense that she became and angry adult. Nothing, not even Loki begging her, could stop He Who Remain(ed)s death.

And lets be honest he deserved it.

Then in the finale, she watches a variant of herself and a friend she faced hell along side sentence himself to an eternity of sitting on a throne, holding the multiverse in place. Loki gave everyone a chance to live and, most importantly, a choice. To stay at the TVA or go home. Verity (Hunter B-15) and Frank (Casey) chose to stay, Mobius found it too difficult without Loki and left, and Sylvie's choice was obvious.

It's unfair to be angry at her for showing happiness in the finale. Time has clearly passed since Loki left, though we're not shown how much, of course she's managed to move on. I don't see anyone pissed off at B-15 for continuing with their life? What about Casey or Ouroboros?

Also, we saw Sylvie's face as Loki made his sacrifice.

Does she look happy to you?

That is a face of horror and distress as she watches yet another person in her life essentially give up his freedom while she survives.

Do you ever think about the survivors guilt Sylvie has? That in all of the apocalypses she hid in, she saw men, women, and children be killed knowing she technically could save them but it would make them a variant and doom them further. That she is the only one from her own universe that wasn't reset, making her the lone survivor of her world?

Even with the infinite possibility for the future multiverse, those worlds will have their own Sylvie. There's no place for her there, so she has to make her own somewhere else.

From the end of Season 1 to most of Season 2, Sylvie has been fighting for the chance to live a normal life. When she gets it, through such suffering and loss, is she really supposed to be miserable forever because one person is gone? She quite literally got the only thing she's ever wanted, that's got to give her a lot of relief.

Don't be the person to think 'this silly woman gets between my gay ship, brrrr rage what a bitch' or take her as one dimensional.

She's selfish because she's sacrificed everything she had, I think by now she's allowed to be. Sophia Di Martino did a wonderful job and deserves to have her character be enjoyed and understood, not labelled as annoying and 'the real villain'.

Some people only paid mind to the shipping when watching the show, ignoring the plot, and it really shows.

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remarcely · 5 months

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I think everyone has realised by now how cinematically beautiful Season 2 of Loki is, but there's one scene I want to focus on for a second, and that's Sylvie's scene in the record shop.

Not only does this section of Season 2 Episode 5 have some incredible visuals and works of CGI unheard of with Marvels rushed standards, but it explains so perfectly Sylvie's realization and understanding without a single word voicing her own thoughts.

Sylvie got out. She left the TVA, got a normal job, a normal life, and a normal friend; Lyle. A regular non-variant human friend who owns a record shop. This was her reward.

Something important to remember about Sylvie is that she was labelled as 'Variant' and taken to be killed by the TVA when she was a child, around the age of ten. She has spent over half of her life running in fear, which turned quickly into anger at the injustice of her fate. What do you think happens when you tell a child they have no right to exist? No one even remembers why she was taken.

She's earned this life of absolute blessed nothing, but that doesn't make the previous decades vanish. So she buys records, feels through music, and after slipping back into the never ending cycle of the TVA she goes to Lyle's store and puts on a sad song. She sinks into the leather couch, closes her eyes, and feels- a privilege she has only been allowed since she quite literally killed for it.

Then everything falls apart. The universe around her decays, she watches Lyle dissipate into strings, and is reminded of everything the small child inside her is begging to forget.

Sylvie is alone and is forced to acknowledge the one truth, through out all of space and time, that she can never out run.

The universe does not care.

It doesn't care that she's been fighting for as long as she can remember, that she it tired, and it doesn't give a single damn about what she is owed. Bad things happen all the time and there is no single person out there, directing them to the bad people as if they're checking off a list. Destiny is not justice. It's not even a roll of the dice. It's a case of the right place and the right time.

And Sylvie knows that she is one of the very few people that has the power to change at least this, the strings and collapse of the multiverse. Somewhere out there, there are thousands of Sylvie's and each one deserves the chance to live as much as her.

So, as her record swirls up into nothingness, she makes up her mind. A glowing orange portal opens behind her and she leaves, back to the TVA.

The colours and music express the melancholy of this decision so well, because this isn't some heroes epiphany. None of these characters are heroes, they are tricksters, variants, and people who worked for the system that wiped out truly countless lives. They are the people who were in the right place at the right time and saw fit to change that.

Loki Season 2 gives what may be one of my favourite discussions about power and the people that wield it. It is not a thing to be craved, it is something to be suffered. Power isn't fun, it's not meant to make you happy, it is simply something that must be carried on your shoulders as a burden.

All of these characters lose something so that others can have the blessing of existence. They may regain it again later on, like Sylvie having chance number who-knows what at a regular life in the finale, but that doesn't negate the lifetime of suffering that exists in her shadow, always with her and one step behind.

Loki didn't have a happy ending, but it did have the right one.

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remarcely · 5 months

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Sleeping Robin

Since his arrival at Wayne Manor, it had been remarkably difficult for Damian to feel comfortable expressing his feelings, especially when it came to something so menial as affection. Dick had been the first to wear him down, constantly encouraging hugs and sharing his feelings, but it had taken time.

As emotionally volatile as the whole family was, they knew pushing for results would only scare the boy off. It had taken months for Damian to stop standing rigidly still whenever Dick did hug him and allow himself to hold him back.

So, when Robin was visiting the Watchtower for his third time and had fallen asleep on Batman’s lap, it was understandable to say Bruce was surprised.

He’d been showing his son the security systems and, with no other chair available, had lifted Damian to sit on his knee at a distance from the rest of him, just in case Damian was uncomfortable.

However, perhaps from a weeks’ worth of restless nights or the deep timbre of Batman’s voice as he spoke, Damian had scooted closer to curl up on Bruce's chest and rested his head right over his father’s heartbeat. In less than a minute, his eyes were shut and he was fast asleep.

Bruce hadn’t noticed at first, continuing to explain the setup, and only realised his youngest was snoozing when Damian snuggled closer. He hesitantly removed his hand from the computers keyboard and brushed back his son’s hair, fondly smiling down at his sleeping face.

In moments like this, the boys constant tension faded and his expression was free from scowls and harsh lines. Like this, Bruce could pretend he'd never been exposed to the League, that the scars on his back were a false memory, and his son was okay.

Bruce shifted in his seat a little, bringing his cape up to tuck around Damian and decided to continue the rest of his camera-duty in silence.

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remarcely · 5 months

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"I marked the passing of the Time Lords"

Sometimes I remember that The Doctor is the very last of his kind. And I know you'll say, 'what about Jenny and The Master?', which to that I'll say Jenny is Time Lord by DNA alone and The Master... is a lot and has rejected their people just as much as they did for them.

When I say The Doctor is the last of his kind I think about the nursery rhymes he was sung as a baby that will never be sung wholly again because even he has forgotten the words. The fables and wivestales that are lost to time and dust. The years of their history no one will ever recall because The Doctor ran as a child, he ran and ran and didn't look back until he had no other choice.

I think about the things he taught to his children and grandchildren that died along side them. The small things, like how the birds sounded in the morning, the best trees to climb, and how his mother's cooking tasted. How beautiful the parent of his children looked at dawn, with the golden red light of a morning sun on their face.

The Doctor carries a lot with him, but even he cannot carry everything on his back. It would weigh him down until he couldn't take another step.

Some things have to be left behind eventually, because while his people are dead more are living and dying, stars blink in and out and all we can do is marvel at their brightness while they are within our sight.

We won't remember how that star looked for the rest of our life, but we will know to look up to watch the others shine.

#doctor who #bbc doctor who #havent watched the anniversary ep yet so no spoilers pls #rambles

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remarcely · 5 months

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Some of ya'll found out about Japan through Yandere Simulator and it fucking shows

#yandere simulator #fuck yandere dev #shit post #dumb shit

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remarcely · 5 months

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I would like to humbly offer this

for the DropoutTV selection of 'screenshots of people in the dome behind other people'

#dimension 20 #dropout tv #brennan lee mulligan #dimension 20 neverafter #dimension20 #burrow's end #dropout #my screenshots #aabria iyengar

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remarcely · 6 months

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I am so certain that the two kids Mobius couldn't bring himself to prune were his own. He was taken by the TVA for a reason, maybe his kids were also a problem.

Does this make sense? Probably not, but it was my instant thought the moment Mobius told the story

#loki spoilers #loki season 2 #loki series #mobius m mobius #mobius #marvel #mcu

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remarcely · 6 months

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I am not seeing nearly enough love for my girl B-15/Verity Willis, I love her so much

#mcu loki #loki season 2 #loki series #loki #hunter b15 #verity willis

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