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#I don’t think he’s done that in canon
sxnshxnxxnddxxsxxs · 18 hours
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why do people always have damian refer to talia as mother or talia?
now i’m gonna preface this by saying i don’t speak arabic nor am i arab but arab people feel beyond free to just tell me to stay in my lane.
that being said it makes zero sense to me that damian refers to talia as mother or her first name. this goes for both canon and fanon.
mother makes no sense to me because he wouldn’t have grown up saying mother, like you expect me to believe that in nanda parbat damian was referring to his mother in english absolutely not. and while i understand the idea that once he moves to gotham he tries to assimilate i don’t think he would do that my addressing talia as mother. like he might say my mother when referring to her in general. but when actually speaking to her or about her to her family that just feels very unnatural to me.
talia also makes no sense to me. like is to showcase their tumultuous relationship sure okay but i have never in my life seen or heard of a brown person or a poc in general directly refer to their parents as their first name. like when they’re not around sure but as a direct address never. i say this as a poc myself. like you expect me to just believe that talia would allow that. absolutely not. like no matter your stance on respectability politics i feel like addressing your elders with the appropriate respect is a pretty universal thing especially among poc. and you can still portray a tumultuous relationship between parents and children without having an element that’s so aberrative.
i think it especially pisses me off in fanon because people love to have damian refer to bruce or dick as baba as like evidence of their improving relationship but then have talia be called talia or mother. and if the reasoning is that damian and talia’s relationship is so bad that he’s doing this purposefully to put this space between them then that should be demonstrated in the narrative. that this is a recent change, an unnatural one, it isn’t instinctual, but it is purposeful. i mean there are also other issues with talia and damian having a horrible relationship but i find that most of that comes down to talias post 2001 characterisation so i wont go into it but i defo think writers should keep in mind. no media is ever created in a vacuum.
anyway from a little bit of research i’ve done i’ve found that yumma, ommah and omm are all very common ways to say mother. there are loads of different ways to say mother because arabic has so many different dialects. i’ve also found out that ommi el-habiba means my beloved mother which i could totally see damian saying really bitingly if he is fighting with talia.
once again arab people feel free to correct me or tell me to mind my business. but also i think about this a lot like even mama makes far more sense to me than mother or talia
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fuumiku · 22 hours
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Chilcille huh... ngl I was a little suspicious. like why would you do that, huh... hope youre not mischaracterizing anyone in your weird and wacky ship. a little weird. but then you said they both had flat asses and you know what? I salute you and your perfect characterization
The fact you seem to think you managed to not make this ask insulting is baffling. What the hell. Fuck off.
If you actually care to be open minded about the ship, I talk about marchil on my sideblog 24/7. Funnily enough I’m currently 4k words deep into an analysis of their character arc together in canon, but that’ll take some more days to get done. Some notable posts:
Of course without counting the analyses of Chilchuck on his own I’ve made, like my masterpost on his family situation. Or better yet you could also read my fics for them, see how weird and wacky they are here.
Wanna talk about mischaracterisation? They’re literally a comedic duo who interacts 24/7. Marchil is crazy bc ppl are like "did those shipper read with their eyes CLOSED?? They have no chemistry!" Meanwhile canon is like: "She’s obsessed with knowing everything she can about him and she reads him like a book." In her eyes he’s like that extra rare and hard and shiny unlockable dating sim character, that brooding mysterious character trope that’s thrilling to crack open and typically is at the center of the plot. The wife roleplay???? "Hey, did you know his type is blondes. Hey did you know he likes his women pretty and blonde. Hey did you know he likes her hair. Hey did you know that he teases her 24/7 and it’s one of the few things that consistently gets him grinning because he finds her reactions cute." Like a schoolyard bully pulling on the pigtails of the girl he likes.
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It’s not like they have any thematic narratives or relevance. It’s not like she’ll live to 1000 and has existential dread about it while he’s logically gonna be her next friend to die at 50 and wether it’s romantic or platonic it’ll terrify her to lose him. It’s not like it’s fear of death x fear of rejection so they’re both obsessed with the thought of loss looming, past and ongoing. It’s not like it’s half-elf x half-foot and there’s an inherent journey that was and still is to dispel prejudices and truly come to see each other. It’s not like he’s painfully real and raw and flawed but still a good man, that he’s not the figure of prince charming that she’s always dreamed of while still being virtuous and worth fighting for.
Just a weird wacky ship who means nothing but shallow things to people who have weirdo reasons for liking it. Like can you not. If you’re not imaginative enough to think of reasons why this ship may have an appealing dynamic that’s not my issue. But yes, yes, they’re both flat asses to me, thanks.
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youcancallmemikuu · 15 hours
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tw/cw;; got too excited , couldn’t wait for opinions , decided to make the frickin poppy playtime thingies,, mentions of gore , violence , kidnapping , sadism , regress , body horror , cannibalism , drugging , more things that these sillies have done.
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mommy long legs is probably one of the most soothing yet terrifying creatures in the entire game. She gives the “comforting protective mother” vibes and that’s so cool yet so creepy. Also the song “Mommy’s Here” by CG5 just fits this stereotype perfectly he perfected her image. Have a few headcannons for her about her connections with the player, mainly around her being a motherly figure toward them. Their first meeting would be violent but then after the player realizes that shes a mourning mother — its canon she lost daddy and baby long legs to The Prototype — and decides to finally confront and comfort the mourning mother. She’d be so shocked that someone would approach a “monster” like her. The player would reassure her that shes the best mother in the world and it’d make her so happy and give her the closure she needed since she felt like a horrible mother letting her child and lover fall to the hands of The Prototype. She’d most likely believe that since the player has been so kind to her that they want to stay with her forever so she takes them back to her “web” which is just the playground section of Playtime Co. she’d probably try to feed the player human carcasses that were left over from the Hour of Joy; the player doesnt want to eat them but doesnt want to make her angry so they comply and end up living off of human meat. Soon enough they become dependent on her (Stockholm syndrome) and whenever a new person finds their way into the abandoned factory theyre met with an instant death.
huggy wuggy age regresses and you cannot tell me otherwise. I dont think people realize that these are actual children that have been tortured and molded into these monstrous bodies. Headcannon that he’d randomly stop his pursuit of the player and regresses back to his childlike state once more, forgetting all about his bloodlust and going back to the toy maker to make more toys. Just like kissy missy , his limbs are like jello , their bones having been replaces with wires. So he’d sometimes try to move his limbs to regain some control of his body. Have a feeling that he and kissy are actually twins — i hate when people ship them — and were made remotely similar to each other because of it. He tries to detach his limbs sometimes just out of curiosity but is stopped by his sister who is the more rational and understanding one. Catbee is definitely their best friend and huggy’s caretaker because he’s been around her for so long. The idea of huggy actually just wanting to do his job and give people hugs to make them happy makes my heart cry. Just give him a big ‘ol hug and reassure him that he’s doing good , and he will melt. He probably keeps all the toys hes made while regressing in the vents somewhere because he knows them by heart and its his comfort place. Like if hes scared he’ll retreat to the vents and go find one of his toys to hold and forget about it all. I dont care what you fuckers say , hes a little baby that should be treasured.
catnap is a straight up sadistic fuck. I really don’t care what y’all say “oh its from the experiments and the trauma and bla bla bl-“ dawg its so canon he laughs and gets a boost of dopamine whenever he witnesses someone fall victim to his schemes. Hes just a sadistic fucker who likes drugging his victims to the point where they see him as their god. Idea that he did that to the rest of the critters , the only one able to get away was dogday. And no , theyre not together. They never should or would be. He literally took dogday’s legs and tortured him. This one time there’s no Stockholm syndrome. Catnap is quite literally the definition of god complex. Imaging that he and player’s first meeting would consist of him having a long ass speech and then drugging the fuck out of the player. They wake up and soon realize that they're in a den-like place and immediately try to get out but to their shock a large paw holds them back and more nap time mist fills their lungs,, and this keeps repeating until the player is a mindless husk to which catnap can mold to his liking, making them believe that every word he says is law , that he is the only being they should please, and soon enough they're just another servant for him but he likes them the most because he can manipulate them easier than the others who mindlessly follow his commands which is just no fun.
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And im doneee
Honest,, i like doing these type of rambles ! !^^ it rattles my brainnn
More of this??
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multifanderwrites · 11 hours
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Clay Beresford x Reader (Well… Technically, Writer) Head Canons: Touch Starvation
[honestly, this was just prompted by the fact that I’ve been feeling so, so depressed lately. I hate how often I’ve been saying that, but it’s just so overwhelming and there’s so much I’m dealing with IRL that it- Sorry. You’re not here for that. You’re here because you wanna know how Clay acts when he’s extremely touch starved, and vice versa]
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To say that Clay Beresford loves you is an understatement. Obviously, he isn’t obsessed with you in an unhealthy sense. He knows when too much is too much, and so do you. But you both have such a deep and overwhelming love for each other, and it can be hard to keep your hands away from each other. And that’s not even in a sexual way.
Cuddling with Clay is not an option, it’s a requirement. There are days when you feel like you’re empty. But then, you feel a pair of arms gently tugging you towards a familiar, firm, warm chest. And you know that these arms belong to one Clayton Beresford, your loving, kind, caring boyfriend.
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You can hear his heart pounding in his chest, and you feel instantly safe. He’s taking care of you now, holding you and protecting you from all the sadness that follows you around on a regular basis. With him, you’re never truly alone. And that’s why he trusts you.
“You know I need you, baby,” he whispers as he turns you around to face him. His hands gently cup your cheeks, and they’re warm. “I know you feel sad. But I’m right here. I promise.” You put your arms around him, hugging him tightly as you start to cry. He quickly wraps his arms around you and gently rocks you back and forth, knowing how much you crave to have a semblance of peace.
And this peace is what Clay tends to provide for you. He does it well, and he loves doing it.
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He’ll start kissing you as soon as you’re done sobbing. It’s gentle, and sweet, just like him. His hands hold your face, and there’s a tenderness in the act. It’s very clear that he loves you. As if it weren’t made any clearer enough from the fact that he’s mumbling those words in between kisses. “You’re so, so beautiful, sweetheart,” he says softly as he pulls away.
You feel the urge to argue, because you disagree strongly.
But he doesn’t let you. He can always tell when you’re doubting your own self worth. And that breaks his heart. “Y/N, please. You’re so special to me. Why would you ever think I’d lie about how beautiful you are?”
You don’t have an answer, other than that you’re so used to feeling like you have to compare yourself to others. It’s exhausting, and you know it isn’t good for you but you just can’t help it.
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Clay needs to be holding your hand in some way. He’s terrified of losing you in crowds, especially when you’re walking through the busy streets of New York. His palms are warm, and soft. If you start to get anxious, he’ll give you a gentle squeeze and pull you closer so that you can feel safer.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you,” he whispers as he guides you through the busy streets. He doesn’t think you’re easily breakable, though he knows you’re very sensitive. Still, Clay is desperate to keep you safe, to protect you from harm. You tend to cling to his arm in times of great distress, which often leads to him pulling you even closer to his chest. If you’re walking, he’ll pull you aside to help you calm down.
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Clay likes to play with your hair, sometimes making a few braids here and there. He adores the way your hair feels when he runs his fingers through it.
The way he looks at you as if you’re the only woman in the world left, it’s enough to make you burst into tears. How could you possibly be so lucky? How could you end up with him? How? What could possibly justify him loving you?
Whatever it is, it really doesn’t matter. Because you only know one thing, and one thing only: Clay Beresford absolutely adores you.
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madam-monarch · 15 hours
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[ alright I talked a bit about an AU I worked on, and now I got most of the basic stuff done, so I feel ready to show it to people! ]
Here we go!…
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[ yea I made a Sea Creature/Mermaid AU, has been done 100 times before, and I don’t care, had the idea after waking up one morning and I had the massive urge to do it! ]
[ in this post I’ll go over the basic story n stuff, I’ll make a second one going over Kinito and His Crew in a bit more detail! ]
LINK TO THE CREW INFO POST
[ I’ll from is on use #kinitoPetDeepSeaAU for any type of post related to this AU, just to make it easier to find! ]
[ now to the Main info about this AU! Under the cut! ]
Now before we get started, I wanna say this will have some broken englisch and bad grammar, not just because I’m Dyslexic, but englisch ain’t my native language, so please be nice to me! :(
Okay but now fr let’s go! [ also slight warning for mentions of Manipulation and Violence, nothing super graphic, but just to be sure! :) ]
In this AU, Kinito and His crew are no virtual creatures, but Siren/Mermaid like sea Creatures!
The story of this AU is that the player has been accepted to a job to work at a company [still tho looking of a name for the company, open for suggestions tbh] close to the Sea, which doesn’t just work taking care and studying sea life, but also capturing mythical sea life, to study them [including doing tests on them], and keeping them behind wall‘s, to secure humans to be safe from them! [yes, they are in fact very dangerous in this AU]
In the AU, Sonny Chamberlain is still alive, but very physically injured, he was the one who captured the three, and survived an attack from kinito [u can tell these two got mad beff here], and Sonny being the main guy who has to teach „player“ their new job, on how to take care of these three, Sonny obviously is VERY worried for „Player“, knowing how dangerous it can be to be around them!
Kinito, after meeting „player“ the first time, tries a plan he has tried whit many other workers of the company before, trying to befriend them, so he and his friends can go out into the sea again and do Havoc, which hasn’t obvious worked till now… but who know‘s, maybe it will work out this time!
/// now just a little add on, based on the canon game, I don’t think Kinito is rlly evil, his actions are, which he doesn’t rlly know any better, he‘s just following what he was made for, a bit aggressive, but pretty unaware, in this AU, Kinito fully knows what he’s doing, he‘s not an AI, he‘s a living being, so yea, he is quite evil and WILL manipulate and out others in danger to get the thing he wants, which is to do what he wants!
This is the basic rundown of the AU, I will now go a bit more in detail of the crew!
I’ll work on a ref for Sonny and Player for this AU soonish!
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Not sure how good it is but here it is anyways!! A non canon AU of the crossover AU that is heavily based on The Last Day of Summer from Percy Jackson The Musical.
@daboyau
@phoebepheebsphibs
@littlemissartemisia
DvD: Until I Found You Donnie
Dee: No Fun in Fungus Donnie
“Hey, you ready to finally leave the competition?” Leon questions, packing away non perishable food he was gifted.
DvD stands next to him, arms folded in thought.
“I…..don’t know. It feels….wrong…..leaving so soon.”
“If this is about Misa, she can come see us any time. She even asked to come babysit Mikey.”
“No, it’s not her. My brain is nagging me like I’ve forgotten something important.”
“Maybe Karai can help you figure it out?”
“You’re right. I’ll go talk to her.” DvD lowers his arms and walks with purpose to their ancestor.
Karai is watching over Mikey and Raph saying goodbye to Misa before she notices DvD walking her way.
“Donatello, is something troubling you?”
“I should have known you’d know already. Does anything seem off to you right now? Anything at all?”
Karai considers this for a moment then shakes her head.
“No, I don’t believe so. Perhaps you still have leftover anxiety over what happened.”
“…..I don’t think that’s it, but if you say everything is okay….”
Karai puts a hand on his shoulder, immediately throwing him off since she knows how he feels about touch.
He’s more focused on how her eyes glow, though.
“You have been betrayed by one who calls you friend.”
“Ex-Excuse me!?”
April suddenly appears and moves Karai away.
“Haha, whoops! Looks like she still isn’t normal after all that mystic weirdness! I’ll take care of her, don’t worry.”
“Wait! April! Where are you taking her-!?…..Aaaand she’s gone. This only confirms my suspicions. I have to find the NFIF group, that Donnie should share my doubts.” He begins walking again.
DvD is surprised when he sees a portal open and 3/4 of the counterpart turtles already gone. He picks up the pace to catch the last member, which luckily is the one he wanted to speak with.
“Dee!”
NFIF Donnie turns his head back.
“If it isn’t the big hero that got rid of the spores.”
“You’re leaving? Without saying goodbye?”
“We said it before, don’t you remember?”
DvD furrows his drawn on eyebrows.
“No…? Wait….vaguely….?”
Dee smiles faintly.
“Tough last day of the competition?”
“I thought when we took care of those spores everything would feel normal again, but it doesn’t. It’s the last day but I don’t feel like anything is truly over.”
Dee turns his whole body around at those words.
“I get it. After I dealt with them the first time, I thought I’d never have to feel the way I did again. We destroyed it. It was supposed to be done. Then we came here and everything just repeated. I was changed, but they were exactly the same. The mod always said no fighting, it’s supposed to be this safe magic space. The truth? It’s so the authors can see us suffer, even if they don’t bother to show their face.”
DvD feels another change. Or, maybe, this was what he felt before. He’s just feeling it stronger now.
“What is going on? Are you causing this? What did you do?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just telling you what this all really was. I need to get back to my brothers.”
DvD looks at the portal.
“Are they really in there?”
“Technically they’re on the other side-“
DvD suddenly pushes past him and goes through the portal despite the attempts to stop him from doing so.
He takes a gasp of breath as he sits up. There’s a bunch of spores clouding his vision that he waves away. It’s then he sees the reality of the situation.
Everyone in the competition is unconscious on the ground, surrounded by spores and mushrooms. It’s dark in the room but lit up by the eery glow of everything. His brothers are laying near him, Misa tucked under both Raph and Mikey’s arms. April and Karai are there too, although Karai has been moved away from the group slightly. He might be the only one awake.
Or that’s what he thinks, until he sees Dee in front of him.
He’s sitting next to his sleeping brothers. Vines are wrapped around their hands. It doesn’t look painful, more….reassuring in a way. His eyes are glowing somewhat, but not fully.
“Of course it had to be you who broke out. Karai almost did too, did she use her chance to help you instead? Typical.”
“You’re the one who did all this.” DvD hisses.
“Karai warned you. Betrayed by a friend.”
“You spored me! You freed the mushroom! Why!?”
“It promised me the power to keep everyone safe from whatever is back in their universes! All I had to do was add my own nanobots to it so it can generate and feed off emotions other than fear.”
“It’s just using you! It wants to have everyone from every universe!”
Dee stands up, vines keeping him off his feet.
“Good! We’ve been brought here although we’re just kids! I watched everyone suffer with those asks, yeah I did! And for what!? You know our worlds will never be ours! Not as long our authors rule over the stars!”
DvD reaches for his tech bō, Dee sends vines that grab it and him, holding him closer in front of him.
“So I’ll do anything.”
A vine breaks the bō.
“I don’t care if I hurt anyone.”
Dee tightens the vine around DvD.
“It doesn't pay to be a good kid, a good kid, a good creation.” He tears up.
DvD struggles heavily.
“The authors were never on our side, so I think it’s time we watch them fall!” Dee turns to look at the device for the competition that tracks and sorts universes.
“And soon you'll see what I did, soon there’ll be no other worlds at all!”
“What are you talking about!?”
“If there’s only one world, this world, and I’m in charge, we’ll be safe from everything. Forever. No Kraang, no invasions, no bad futures, not even fear.”
“You’re crazy!”
“Maybe I am! But you’d do the same if it kept your Mikey safe! You’re lucky that you don’t have to make the decision! I’m doing it for you! Your whole family is seeing whatever they want! You could be doing the same!”
“I don’t want your fake happiness! Grow up and realize that you can’t just fix everything bad that happens!”
Dee grabs him harshly by the face.
“Watch me.”
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forgetful-nerd · 1 year
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Spiderman: GOD DAMN IT! The bad guys cut off Deadpool’s arm!
Daredevil: Peter, it’s Wade. It’ll grow back. Why are you so distressed?
Spiderman: Because now I’m going to have listen to his Monty Python impressions all night!
Deadpool: *in a very bad British accent* ‘TIS BUT A FLESH WOUND!
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ilovebeingaturtle · 7 months
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Doing a science experiment help me out guys
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stizzysupremacy · 4 months
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toffeelemon · 6 months
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I don’t feel like our love is brand new. There must have been lovers, soulmates, before us, experiencing what we get to have. And it’s giving me comfort to imagine there will be many more like us to come. Our kind of love is the kind of love that makes this rotten world worth living in.
prince simon in madrid
a pilgrimage along the world that @prince-simon created 🥹
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Simon’s neighbourhood, Chueca
“It’s actually the Queer Neighbourhood of Madrid, and coincidentally also where I live.” He lowered his voice as if to tell a secret, “It’s actually not a coincidence at all.” (chapter 2)
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Casa de Campo (view from the Royal Palace lol oop)
Wilhelm didn’t even recognise himself. He didn’t think he’d ever looked that happy. And Simon… his eyes were closed and his curls were a mess and Wilhelm had never seen anyone more beautiful. (chapter 3)
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El Retiro
Simon looked at Wilhelm much too adoringly for a statement this goofy. “The ducks are gay!” He yelled at Santiago and Paula, “Just so you know!” (chapter 9)
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Palacio de Cristal
“Here’s a funny thought - bear with me, okay? But just imagine. Flowers. Everywhere, like on the ceiling, up the walls. Fairy lights scattered all through it. It would be so gorgeous as a- uh, like. For a wedding…” Realising where his train of thought had gotten him, Wilhelm fell quiet, looking at Simon with wide eyes. (chapter 9)
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El Palacio Real de Madrid (more specifically the Throne Room lmfao)
Simon traced his fingers over the bruises on Wilhelm’s neck and in the opening of his dress shirt, humming contentedly. Wilhelm followed the movement in the mirror, and marvelled at how good they looked together, how well they fit together and how much Simon belonged right here – on the throne, with Wilhelm. He deserved the world and so much more. (chapter 12)
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Museo Nacional del Prado
Around them, the other visitors kept moving, admiring the art on the walls, and for the moment Wilhelm felt infinite, imagining himself a painting, looked at and analysed hundreds of years from now. El Abrazo de los Príncipes.
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Lo Spasimo, Raphael, 1515-1517
“Are we allowed to kiss in front of Jesus on his way to crucifixion or is that tasteless? Because I really want to kiss you right now, Simon.”
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Las Meninas, Diego Velázquez, 1656
“He made me look at Velázquez in the painting and how he was looking back at the viewer, at me. I still remember the exact tone of his voice, how he was so certain when he told me that I had every right to be where I am. That I am the subject of this painting, the king being painted. All those tyrants, King Felipe and Emmanuel and all those that came in between, they are trapped in that mirror forever while I am here, alive, we’re here. Velázquez is looking at two queer princes, ready to paint us.” (chapter 13)
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Casa Alberto
“So, tell me more about this special part of Madrileñan history.” He was slightly teasing but mostly actually curious. 
Simon seemed all too eager to answer that question, and it hit Wilhelm how genuine Simon’s care for his city — his country — and its people was. It made him a little sad to know that a lot of people didn’t get to see that because they only focused on Simon being too gay or too Latino, or even just too carefree and enjoying life because he was young, to be their future king.
bonus content:
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Iglesia de San Antonio de los Alemanes (where Simon goes to church)
“I think I need to go somewhere.”
“Oh?” Wilhelm said softly, “Right now?”
Simon hesitated before he nodded. “I need to- get some clarity? Or - I hope that I’ll get it there?” He whispered, voice shaky.
“Do you want to tell me where you’re going?”
“To- uh, to pray? I mean- to church? I don’t know if I’ll pray…” Simon’s voice was shaky, uncertainty shining in his eyes when he dared to look up at Wilhelm. (chapter 11)
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prismbearer · 1 month
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Posting before 2am who am I…
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blackberry-jam · 10 months
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That post about cannibalism becoming too mainstream and destigmatized by certain sections of the internet and therefore losing its weight and horror and visceral nature just has me thinking about how HABIT ate a baby and everyone was like oh lmao he’s just an edgy cool guy!!!! He’s just like me fr!! Haha!!! Which. I think not enough people are freaked out by the fact that he forced Evan to eat his own child raw and possibly alive. He mentions “the bones” and implies that it took awhile. Like that wasn’t Hannibal-style Brioche With Baby Pâté and Shredded Zucchini in a Plum Vinaigrette, he just opened Evan’s mouth and bit down until the job was done, and I think that says a lot more about Habit than people want to examine. Idk it just. has me thinking. The number of times hurting children comes up in entries and supplementary materials about HABIT is kind of overwhelming, really. I’ve seen people talk about how they think he’d draw the line at hurting children, but the source material goes out of its way to state otherwise- just about every time he’s in contact with children they die. Or worse. He’s the summation of the worst of humanity, the combined aggregate of all of our flaws and crimes, and one of those crimes is cannibalism, so honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if he made a habit (ha) of it.
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archersartcorner · 1 year
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Just a fuckton variety of Skip n Norm doodles. *points* I like the sluge…
#my art#described#LONG TAGS WARNING#dimension 20#dimension 20 a starstruck odyssey#a starstruck odyssey#norman takamori#skip takamori#prince valdrinor#and others but the main focus is on these two and I don’t wanna spam lol#I’ve decided to rewatch Starstruck and I’m so glad I did. I LIKE THIS SEASONNNNNN ITS GOOD#think I’ve mentioned it but if I haven’t - I like to draw the slugs with eyes just to make emoting them a lil easier! to go with canon I hc-#-they can’t actually see through their eyes; they’re more for enhancing their psychic/life-sensing abilities. but they still can’t see.#there’s smth about the fact that Skip spent so long in cold and darkness that gets me. like good lrd let me hug the slug#and I can’t hug the slug so I’m making Norman do it HWBDJSBSJ#I like those two learning to be soft with each other but I also wanna draw more of them being unbearable assholes to each other too.#mutual ‘I cannot believe I’m stuck with you. why this.’ WHEHDJ#Skip likes Norman’s body and he stubbornly doesn’t want to be in any other crew members’. Norman honestly feels pressured to stay bcus of-#-skip and essentially feels he kinda. can’t leave because that would mean Skip doesn’t have a host. and he knows what the crew has done to-#-remedy this before.#(which Skip actually tells the crew like. don’t do that shit again. either Norman is awake and cognizant and can agree to hosting skip or-#-skip stays outside of the body. no more knocking the man unconscious please and thank you.)#((which is a kind thought and a step in the right direction but it does result in a lot of situations like with the first pic. they start-#-fighting and can’t agree and Skip leaves to give Norman some space. but he also actively refuses to put himself in anyone else’s body. so-#-skip is Just Kinda Sitting There while he and Norman try n work things out without resulting to just Taking Over The Body.))#I imagine their relationship takes a lot of work. and I’d like to show that but I also like to skip to the part where theyre besties LMAO#anyway LONG LONG TAGS IT FEELS LIKE ITS BEEN AWHILE SINCE A CHARACTERS MADE ME WANNA WRITE LONG TAGS. excellent.#skipperskip
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@deadlycupid @vampywriter
Still remember my god-chosen concept? Remember how I had not one but three AUs for it? Well, this is a writing piece for one of them.
In this AU, Talon is the god of the hunt and Aiden is his god-chosen. This scene is about Aiden being chosen by Talon after he saved the life of various people during an attack to the god’s temple (almost dying himself).
Aiden thought he must be dreaming. Maybe he didn’t survive the night of the attack after all.
Maybe he’s bleeding out on the temple steps and this was merely his mind trying to console him in his final moment.
How else could it be that he stood in front of a god?
And not just any god, but the god of the hunt, his god, that he had prayed to countless times before.
His god, in whose temple he stood now and who stood right in front of him in all his divine glory.
Aiden had never seen him before, only ever old drawings and statues, but none of them did him any justice.
The god of the hunt was truly beautiful, with sharp features, fair skin and golden hair. It was hard to look at him, but also hard to look away.
Aiden was surprised how young the god looked, like he was just about the same age as Aiden himself.
Golden eyes met his own and suddenly he felt breathless. With a stunned gasp he fell to his knees, lowering his head.
Everyone else in the room did the same.
“My lord,” Aiden whispered. He could feel the god’s eyes on him still, but he didn’t dare to look up.
“Aiden. Look at me.”
Surprised, he raised his gaze. How did he know his name? For a second, the god’s mouth twitched into an amused smile, before his pretty face stilled again.
“You think I don’t know the names of those who pray to me?” he asked, as if he could read Aiden’s mind.
He reached out and lifted Aiden’s chin, his touch making his skin burn.
His beautiful eyes bored into him and it was to Aiden as if his soul was laid bare, as if the god before him knew of all of his thoughts, all of his feelings, all of his doubts.
“You might think I don’t listen when you speak to me, but I have always listened. I know who you are. And I know of your deeds from last night.”
He let go of Aiden’s chin. Mourning the contact, the gentle touch of his god, Aiden lowered his head once more.
“I only did what was right. I helped my people in the way I could best.”
The god shook his head.
“Your modesty honors you, yet it does not change the fact that you saved all these people. Not everyone could have done what you did. Not everyone would have. Where others cowered in fear, you acted selflessly and brave. And that deserves a reward.”
Aiden’s breath caught in his throat. “A reward?” he whispered. Never would he have thought that his actions from last night would lead to this.
He hadn’t thought anything at all. He just wanted to help, acting purely on instincts. He didn’t expect to end up in front of his god, being not only praised, which was already an honor greater than he thought he’d ever deserve, but also given a reward.
He wondered what it might be. Seeing the beauty that was the god of the hunt from up this close was enough of a reward for him already, more than he could’ve ever wished for.
What else could he possibly want to offer him?
The god must’ve known what Aiden was thinking yet again, because he smiled down on him before addressing the people behind him.
Aiden had almost forgotten that they were there, too stunned by the proximity to the god he spent all his life worshipping.
“You all have witnessed the bravery of this young man. You have witnessed how he risked his life to save that of several others, the highest form of service to the people and with that to me as their god,” the god said to his followers.
“Such service, such loyalty must be rewarded.” He faced Aiden again, in his eyes an unreadable look. “Stand up.”
Aiden hesitated only for a moment, taken aback by the order. Then he stood, face to face with his god.
He reached out to touch Aiden again and the boy closed his eyes in anticipation, the pleasant feeling of the god’s touch earlier still lingering in his mind.
“Hereby,” the god’s fingers on his skin were soft, warm, as he touched Aiden’s brow.
“I declare you a chosen one of the god of the hunt. My love and trust will be yours, as long as you swear to stay faithful to me. You will serve me with all your loyalty and in return receive my blessing for as long as you live. This is what I offer you. Will you accept?”
Aiden felt like he couldn’t breathe. Him? A god-chosen?
Being chosen by a god was rare and it was an immense honor. Even if he wanted to decline, he couldn’t have. One doesn’t turn down a god, it was an unwritten rule.
Not that Aiden was thinking about declining even for a single second, even if he still couldn’t see how he was worthy of an offer as meaningful as this.
There would be no greater honor, no greater purpose in the life of a simple hunter such as himself, than to serve the god of the hunt. It was what thousands of people dreamed of. It’s what he himself never even dared to dream of.
He was so stunned that he couldn’t speak. His silence hung heavy in the room. Where people have been gasping and quietly talking at the god’s offer, they were now dead quiet.
The god raised an eyebrow, silently waiting for a reply. Aiden realized that he should better answer quickly, lest the god mistook his silence for a refusal.
He bowed deeply, before taking all his strength, look into the golden eyes of the deity before him.
When gold met brown, a sudden calmness washed over him and with a voice much steadier than he expected from himself, he accepted the offer.
Changing his life forever.
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i’m so obsessed with a jason todd who actually HATES killing but does it anyway, a jason who is horrified by the selfishness of the other bats (and of course bruce in particular) bc they repeatedly choose to put their own moral code over (what he sees as) the good of the community and gotham and the world at large. every time jason kills someone it destroys a part of the child, of the *robin* that he was, and he KNOWS that. he knows that and he chooses it over and over again because that is what he BELIEVES is the only way to truly make a difference to people who are suffering. (whether or not he has a point (especially in the context of gotham) is a completely different conversation). but jason and his relationships to the other bats to me are at their most compelling when killing and violence are not fun to jason but in fact pretty much active self harm. whether the other bats recognize this (and which ones and to what degree) is such a fun concept to play with immediately AND it adds this tragedy of sunk cost fallacy to jason as well where like “rehabilitation” as it’s mostly referred to in batfam content (aka jason no longer killing and murdering and sometimes selling drugs) becomes less and less possible for him the longer he clings to this philosophy of death and destruction bc if he ever wants to truly change he must then reckon with all the damage he’s done not only to other human lives but also, crucially, to his own soul
#and of the course the concept of souls in gotham is like. another incredibly fun concept to play with#especially in the context of jason and cass and steph and damian and literally all of them at this point#i think only tim and babs HAVENT died and come back ? losers#oh i don’t think duke has died yet either but he’s much newer so he’s not a loser for it#babs also had the whole killing joke thing so i guess tim is the biggest loser here#ANYWAY#jason for whom violence is cathartic but killing is like excruciating#jason who cannot separate joy and love from pain and fighting bc his robin years were his only moments of peace and safety#jason who cannot speak to bruce bc he has only ever made his choices from his castle and throne#whereas steph and cass and dick can really get under his skin bc they can Understand him and really engage w his views#in a way that bruce can and will never allow himself to#also i love playing w this idea that jason is Right in a way but specifically abt bruce and his reasons for making the choices he does#vis a vis killing and maiming#there’s just so much more here like this is the most coherent jason i can imagine ya know ?#otherwise there’s so much contradiction and like… almost aimlessness ? like what is he living for what is he fighting for in canon#if killing is just. no big deal to him#cuz if it’s no big deal he also shouldn’t care thag the others won’t ?#which some writers lean into in order to very easily put him back into batfam stories cuz of his popularity#but like… that’s so boring ? and also doesn’t address the issue of how the other feel abt him being there#or they’ll just gloss over his ‘rehabilitation’ entirely and be like if he’s done killing now actually ! LIKE just like that ?? rly ???#like after ALLLLLLL THAT he’s just done now ?? no way#he’s dead and he’s back and he never came all the way back and they never buried him right in the first place so he was never at rest SO#he should be in eternal purgatory in the story as well !!! endlessly arguing w ‘siblings’ he barely knows#in the shadow of the father he cannot speak to#ugh there’s just SO MUCH there and it is left untouched… SAD !#journalog#jason todd#batfam#dc comics#idk what to even tag this as BYE
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apotelesmaa · 13 days
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My personal hot take that will get me chased with pitch forks and torches if I talk about it is that kanade is a tenma fanon is stupid and ignores so much abt both kanade & tsukasa’s characters. Kanade has her grandma and honami taking care of her and would not benefit from or even desire A Brand New Family. Tsukasa does not go around adopting people as new siblings he considers toya to be his brother because they have known each other since they were children and have been very close since they were children. Too tired to articulate my view on their relationship but something something being there for each other when toya was dealing with his dad being shitty and Tsukasa was dealing with saki being sick & his parents (justifiably. They were doing their best & he does not blame them.) focusing on her so they relied on each other. Tsukasa loving his sister and being unable to help her/separated from her -> friend he loves dearly is also struggling -> older sibling instincts have to go somewhere -> “I have known this guy and been looking out for him since I was like seven he’s basically my sibling” “tsukasa has been supporting me since I was a kid and having my own wants ignored by my dad (& presumably also older aoyagi siblings) he is basically my older brother.” Do I think he would make a great and supportive friend for kanade yes but I also think we should acknowledge that kanade is already getting the support she needs from her own friend group and family.
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