IK sometimes Bruce and Zatanna are friends, or just friendly tbh, but I want them to be like FRIEND FRIENDS. Like they were both semi-famous Emo Teenz™ growing up in the public eye! Come on now!
I imagine they're a little like sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Houdini, as in two silly little guys who could be hyper competent on their own but together are a walking, talking, unlikely friends comedy show.
Just thinking about emo Battinson and his goth Bff Zatanna who go on a spooky zaney adventures as teens whenever the Zataras are in Gotham. (This doesn't just apply to Battinson tho, observe)
Thinking about 16yrold Bruce needing to understand magic on a mathematical, scientific, and logical level and Zee being like " uhh, sorry bud we just say shit backwards it's like uh..it's like magic"
Thinking about them in their 20s, after Bruce's round the world in 80 days training montage, meeting John Constantine and being both DISGUISTED and kinda having a crush on him. ( It's the accent, they both think the accent is kind of hot, they will take it to their graves)
Also thinking about Zatanna showing up to Wayne manner to meet Dick for the first time looking at Bruce like " OH NO BRO! Baby??" And then immediately bonding with him because they're both performers and showmen at heart. (Aunt Zee is fun and cooky and will do magic anytime a nephew or niece asks, she will also let them wear the hat)
Not thinking about Zatanna coming to Wayne manor after her father's disappearance and death. (Or the way Bruce would feel gutted for one of his oldest friends having to experience his own trauma)
Not thinking about Bruce in the desperate throws of depression and grief after Jason's death or how Zatanna would come hold vigil beside him. Performing whatever magic rites she can to let Jason's spirit rest easy. (Bruce does not ask her to find a way to contact Jason, Bruce does not ask her to bring him back, he wants to tho so badly)
Anyway I just think it would be neat.
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[Image description: A digital drawing based on the film Hereditary. It has the glowing treehouse window in the middle, and the four family members surrounding it on each corner. You can only see each of them from the shoulders up. Annie has a piano wire wrapped around her neck, blood seeping from it profusely. Her eyes are wide but her mouth is set still. Peter has large eye bags, a cast around his nose, and a crown on his head. There's a thin trail of blood on his shirt. Charlie's head is detached from her body, and everything beneath the nose is a gory mess. Ants crawl over her. Steve is not visible, as the flames engulf his corner. The colour palette is very cool toned and blue, except for the window.]
Inktober Day 9: Nest
Film: Hereditary
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i just realised so many of the parts and lines in [of lattes and dozing generals], esp towards the end of the section where reader was reminiscing in jing yuans office + pretty much the whole of the flashback section, was basically foreshadowing the events of the jingliu vs blade cutscene sequence
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fuck now i want to write a sequel to the fic where reader is also invited to the reunion and has this massive emotional burst, specifically at blade, after their fight because this is what you expected, but that doesnt mean it hurts any less seeing the reality you have long since accepted unfold before your eyes.
like,,, it would be so bittersweet and full of unspoken agony and internally you cannot help but to loathe fate more and more for forcing you and your once-companions onto this path destiny has laid out for you
sobbing reader is just... so tired.... and on top of seeing dan heng with faint traces of dan feng within him (but u are able to easily discern the two unlike certain someones), jing yuan with such a conflicted expression the whole time because the only thing he can do is stand by and watch, jingliu with her passive way of speech that bites at certain topics yet softens when reminiscing the past time spent together, and yinxing— no, blade having nothing but the stench of death, anger, guilt, and revenge cling on to his form, so palpable it rolls off in waves.
and when he directs that hostility at you when you decide you cannot take any more and begin to leave... you snap, letting out all the suppressed anger and hurt and betrayal built up over the last seven hundred years for your old friends to see in its barest, most vulnerable form.
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So its a month until I meet Def Leppard at their album signing, and two days after that I'm seeing them in concert at their homecoming gig in Sheffield! I thought I'd make of of these things for my trip because I just know it’s gonna be absolute chaos BFBFJFDBFD lets hope I haven’t accidentally manifested anything bad like I did last time (I’ve still not recovering from when I predicted MGK being a guest with the Crüe last year lmao)😌
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