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brucewaynehater101 · 1 day

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In your opinion how would have affected the family if Bruce hadn't return as soon maybe Tim didn't find the picture and Bruce come back by himself 2 or five years laters. Dick made such a huge impact in Damian's life in the short time they were together. How different would have been if they had spend more time together and how would the others come around. Dick wanted to adopt Damian in canon but never did it because Bruce came back and he was afraid of taking that role. Would he adopt him and would that change how Damian sees Jason and Tim? and the same for them. Do they see him as his brother or like his brother's son? Also, how would Bruce react to all of this changes. Would Dick return to bludhaven and if he did would he take Damian with him. Also, what changes would there be between Tim, Jason and Dick relationship in this scenario.

Dick would have definitely adopted Damian and good for them.

How Jason and Tim would treat Damian depends on what their relationship was like before Bruce died. If someone works off of the "Jason and Damian met in the League" idea, then they probably would still be brothers regardless of what their respective relationships are with Dick. Sometimes, family isn't always clear cut to have labels make sense. I personally consider my stepsiblings to be more like cousins than siblings.

Tim and Damian probably wouldn't see each other as family for a while. I've seen a few fics that address how their tension and fights lead to them not considering each other as brothers until they become closer. Laws don't dictate relationship statuses. Effort and communication do. After Damian gets Robin, Tim probably distanced himself from the family. If he doesn't find the portrait, he probably still moves out of the house and keeps low contact with the other Bats. Maybe he joins Cass for a bit. Maybe he takes over WE. I like to think that he either claims a section of the city like Jason does, or he does specialty cases (like rogues, serial killers, rings, etc.) instead of patrolling with the Bats.

Dick is overwhelmed with being Batman and with being Damian's parent. He'd eventually get the hang of things and then start to reach out to the other Bats again. It would take time, but they would probably get there.

Maybe Tim and Jason start getting along, or maybe Tim even takes Jason up on that offer to join him. Either that, or they mutually avoid/ignore each other unless they have to interact.

Now, Bruce in canon wouldn't have lasted too much longer in the timestream. However, in this AU, maybe he's just chilling on a beach in time, or maybe he just gets shot two years into the future.

When Bruce returns, that fucks up the established dynamics and the peace the family was slowly moving to. Dealer's choice on how Bruce reacts. If he's a good dad, he'll understand and try to navigate the new relationships. Bruce and Dick would share parenting. If he's a shit dad, he'd go nuclear and fuck Dick up.

If you want me to expand or anything, let me know!

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #dc au #thank you for the ask!!!!

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hadesoftheladies · 2 days

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too many people view (uncritically, esp when it comes to feminism) separatism as this isolating, individualistic thing where people who don't want to participate just pack their bags and move to a far off country. that isn't what it is at all.

separatism is about re-centering the individuals of a certain community so as to strengthen the community. so that a community focuses its energy and resources on itself rather than on outsiders. it is, quite literally, about building and expanding community. it's not merely about escaping men or banning men, it is about relying on women, building a community of women, centering women, making it so that women are not dependent on men because women got them. you see how that's qualitatively different right?

like it's not so much about cutting off your father or brothers, but about spending deliberately more time fortifying your relationships with other women in your life. whether helping them out financially, donating books, giving advice, buying their stuff, giving energy.

when it comes to revolution of any kind, they die quickly without a strong sense and presence of community.

one of the biggest wrenches patriarchy has thrown into women's liberation is poisoning female community. consciousness-raising is difficult because every new generation of women is cut off from the one preceding it. younger girls are taught to resent women and view women with suspicion. they are male-centric in that they believe males will protect, love, provide for and cherish them only to have a rude awakening sooner or later.

bridging that disconnect is going to take practicing varying degrees of separatism. for sharing of knowledge between women and girls is hampered by male presence. you've all seen this happen. when a man or boy enters the picture, conversation between women is crippled. we start censoring ourselves.

censorship is a huge issue feminists face at every turn, and it's worse because we experience this censorship not just via government or public forums where men are in charge, but in our interpersonal relationships. and not just in our interpersonal relationships, but by our own selves. only female community brings out the honesty in us and gives us the courage to speak out and think freely. we all know this.

separatism is not only imperative to women's health, it is imperative to consciousness raising. it's not about living in a male free utopia but about centering women in all things so that women's community is strengthened and prepared to take on their oppressors and patriarchal society (and so that it survives retaliations). girls don't need to be totally isolated from males. they need to have predominantly female (not feminine) influence in their lives. they need to be in a place where they do not depend on males or cater to them. they need to be female-centric. learning female-philosophy and perpetuating authentic female culture.

that's separatism.

and the good news is that feminists are not the first oppressed group to employ separatism. black liberation movements employ this as well and are strengthened when they do. it's how they won some of their most vicious battles. lgb communities also utilize(d) separatism and it strengthened their communities. they had to de-center the narratives of their oppressors and rely on each other instead of begging their oppressors for scraps. they won because they gave themselves to each other as a community.

separatism works. over and over again. liberation takes time, but it has always needed separatism.

i just keep thinking about how communities can disrupt and change society, y'know? like how even in the throes of capitalistic/imperialist/white supremacist greed, small communities find a way to take care of each other financially and physically. culture predates economy, even while economy can beget culture or poison it. i love how small communities can just say "fuck you" to the presiding ruler and create within themselves micro-economies to keep each other alive. economy is just, after all, a social agreement/condition.

women are the ones who will liberate women. keep investing in that and it'll pay off.

#separatism #female separatism #radblr

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newwillinium · 3 days

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The Great Khans and the Tribes of Zion/Honest Hearts

So I noticed this a few nights ago when I was trying to decide what route to go for my newest Fallout New Vegas character, and I noted something that I don't think many people have really ever clicked on.

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The Great Khans, in Fallout New Vegas, are written as stand-ins for Native Americans.

Hear me out.

They are a people who have been pushed east out of their ancestral homelands time and time again, later finding a home for themselves in the Mojave. They warred with other native tribes, Mr House and what would become the Families, and then later were subject to a brutal attack on their civilians which led them to be stuck on land that was their own but was sparse in resources and are unable to meaningfully fight back against the rising Imperialistic powers of Mr House and the NCR (President Aaron Kimball later referencing and using the same "Sea to Shining Sea" rhetoric as the United States did during the Great Western Expansion, at Hoover Dam).

But what really clicked this for me was that, in the NCR ending where the Great Khans ally with the New California Republic, they are once more kicked off of their land and are sent off to a far off distant Reservation.

After the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, the Great Khans returned for a time to Red Rock Canyon. The NCR's pressing need to expand proved greater than its promise of amnesty, and before long the government decided the Khans had to go. The surviving Great Khans were relocated to an isolated, barren reservation, well north of NCR trade routes

Sounds really familiar right?

And looking at the Great Khans within this context, really reframes the context of their raiding and deep bitter anger that the Elder Khans like Papa Khan and Oscar have against the NCR.

Colonization is an ugly brutal thing, and it is also a complex one.

Like the Great Khans in New Vegas, many Native American tribes ending up raiding American citizens as a way to fight back, to strike against a rising imperialistic threat that was eager and willing to grind them against their heel, to kill their culture and bring all under the American Empire.

They fought, raided, begged, pleaded, sent letters to congress, lobbied Congress and the President and the Director of Indian Affairs, even as the infinitely more wealthy and powerful United States (even just off of the weary years of Civil War) did little to nothing to step the Westward push and actively allowed it's military to perform as it may on and off orders to get the natives off of land that had once been promised to them but was now deemed too valuable for a mere treaty to hold any sway.

And to bring this back to the actual conversation I want to have, is that I wanted to state this realization of mind in order to contrast it with another example from the exact same game.

The Dead Horses, Sorrows, and White-Legs of Honest Hearts.

Where as the Great Khans are treated with a kind of weary respect, of a people crushed beneath the wheels of a infinitely more powerful empire, struggling to find hope in a FUTURE for their people and culture, the Dead Horses and Sorrows and White-Legs are. . .honestly written with far less respect in my eyes.

The Sorrows are being actively converted by a White Savior in Daniel, who sees it as his burden to show these "innocent savages" the true faith and demands that they give up their home so that they are not "tainted" by the harshness of reality. Where they have no other visible leaders then this Foreign Priest calling their faith and interpretation of his teachings through their own cultural lens as wrong-headed.

Where Joshua Graham, the butcher who helped Caesar commit cultural genocide on dozens of tribes alone, is elected War Leader by the Dead Horses and in some endings becomes worshiped by them. Even he warns Follows-Chalk to stay in Zion lest he be corrupted by the dangers of the wider wasteland.

Now you sound like Joshua. He always tells me the tribal life is better, that I should stay here and forget the outside world.

And the White-Legs are treated as nothing but a people wholly existing of hate that deserve to be destroyed because they have been fooled by Ulysses and Caesar. Never humanized, never given a chance to learn the truth for themselves, they are written and treated almost like generic Orcs in many fantasy settings. No matter what this tribe and people are consigned to doom and slaughter.

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And I say all this because I find it deeply weird how disparate these ideas and depictions are between the main game of New Vegas and it's Honest Hearts DLC.

Why are the Great Khans given so much dignity and pathos, when the Honest Hearts tribes feel almost like caricatures?

Why is Honest Hearts the way it is? And why is the writing so disparate between the two sections of the game?

#fallout #fallout new vegas #great khans #honest hearts #fonv #fallout nv #new vegas #discussion #comments welcome

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comradekatara · 5 months

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“the desert” is katara’s most quietly admirable episode; she manages to guide and protect the rest of the gaang while they are in precarious states under unimaginable pressure and with very few resources. katara’s tireless endurance this episode culminates in her bravery as she risks her own safety to comfort aang in the avatar state.

for an audience upon first viewing, her ability to thrive under pressure here may seem like a surprising departure from the impulsive, reactive, sensitive girl we’ve been accustomed to over the past 1.5 seasons. but sokka’s admission in “the runaway” reframes katara’s behavior in this episode.

we know that while the rest of her family was a mess, katara stepped up and gave them hope. she refused to sink into her grief—to abandon the site of her trauma like hakoda did, to give up like kanna did, or to repress and depersonalize like sokka did. she may have a temper and she may not always think things through, but she is able to communicate her emotions and refuses to cut herself off from feeling and processing her grief and rage, which is more than can be said for her brother.

and upon learning this piece of her history, you realize that her indefatigable, relentless hope and care that she displays in “the desert” is actually a pattern of behavior for her that is being repeated. when all hope seems lost and everyone in her life has abandoned faith, katara finds purpose and meaning in being the glue that holds everyone together, even when she is as grief-stricken and exhausted as the rest of them.

in moments of abject despair, katara guides her loved ones and herself out of there desert, both literally and metaphorically. and that is why she is the narrator and the catalyst and the hero of this story of a revolution that successfully destabilizes an oppressive paradigm in the eleventh hour, because she represents the power and importance of organized resistance when all hope is lost, of refusing to give into despair, of continuing to believe in love even in the bleakest, most desperate circumstances, and envisioning a brighter future even (especially) when no one else can.

#id in alt text #katara #katara&sokka #aang&katara #kanna&katara #sokka #aang #kanna #analysis #this post was inspired by @oneatlatime's response to the desert #but she can't actually read this post yet bc it contains spoilers!#regardless. katara is so important....... to me....#the scene where aang goes into the avatar state and katara hugs him is borderline unwatchable to me #because it is so heartbreaking & overwhelming #which is also true of most of the southern raiders lol #just. katara's extraordinary depth of feeling!!!!#she is more than a cartoon character she is my best friend. ok #also. 'but now you're not letting yourself feel anything' and the aang & sokka foilism here!!!!!#how in this episode aang nearly falls into a trap that sokka may never truly escape from!!!!#will have to expand on that later too....#every time i think to myself 'maybe i should stop writing these stupid little posts about a cartoon that ended in 2008' i find yet another #thread to tug on. and another and another #i may never escape. alas #there are worse fates

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irrideemaple · 12 days

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Aventurine learns how to play chess (Gone wrong?)

#Special thanks to my lovely brother who sent the most complicated screeenshot he could muster #The game is 5D Chess with Multiverse Time Travel #Very much not the game to play to learn chess #kkdrawsalot #honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #veritas ratio #hsr dr ratio #aventio #hsr silver wolf #she's here too if it wasn't clear #Maybe I'll expand later on the dumb hc friendship I have between SW and Aven but rest assured it's very funny and cool

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keirientez · 3 months

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#nudity warning #guess whos back from college yipee (i was trembling for the entirety of my first day)#it was nice to be talking to people but having to talk to people drained so much out of me that i slept at 9. which is bizzare #drew the middle one while waiting for my afternoon class. what is there to even say i fantasize about women daily #also i like to think for fem!reborn but young she’ll have those puffy flowy dresses but black.#since if reborn originally followed traditional mindsets and standards when it comes to clothing he went for suits (which he later #-proceeds to expand his wardrobe and goes for crossdressing looks like reboko (one of his alt identities)#but would mostly have clothes following the traditional sense #fem reborn would love vests and formal clothings too i think but if in child form the fandom had reborn originally in an ouji-esque look #with top vest and shorts. so i think those puffy lolita dresses are cute for her #tsuna is just tsuna lol but i referenced her hair from levy mcgarden in fairytail #her hair is extremely iconic for me its so pretty #one reason why i chose her hair for reference is that if you just change her hair color to brown she’s literally tsuna’s fem doppelganger #another reason is that i like levy mcgarden #shes just silly ok i love her #and if youre in the fandom you’ll know her abilities which for me at 14 year old was cool as hell #katekyo hitman reborn #r27 #sawada tsunayoshi #reborn #fan art #genderbend

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the-oc-king · 7 days

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So, the last time I was this excited about SV, everyone was posting about their farmers and I tried drawing my guy Fig to share - but I was a little fool who wasn't very good at art at the time. So now that I'm better at it and playing the game again, I figured it's time to give him some better art

Sorry to everyone in town who wanted to shoot their shot with the new farmer, he's too busy hanging out with the monster in the sewers

#stardew valley #stardew valley farmer #stardew valley oc #sdv farmer #sdv oc #stardew farmer #sdv krobus #sdv abigail #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #i have more farmers now i need to draw too #but fig was my first and will always have a place in my heart #he's trans and aroace too! but I can expand on that later #honestly you could see the two drawings as him at different points in time #the older one of him fresh-faced on the farm and scrawny #the newer one after a couple of years where he's built up some muscle and clearly spent more time in the sun

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draw-you-coward · 2 months

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power level: how it started vs how it's going

#i just thought he was feeling a lil lame. a lil domestic gbsdjkfhskfhj #might expand on this later ... 👀 i just want to have cool drawings of my commander too gbsdjkfhskf #hes mansplaining in the first pic #roza #art stuff #sketch #sorry im trying to stylize hands it's. failing and succeeding gbDKJFHskf #also i never said thsi but he grew himself an inch taller and his glow is more like... ghostly coloured now #still purple but more legit lavender than the ngl lilac it was before gbskdfhs #gw2 #sylvari #his first gear was the wraith mask :) so. tried to incorporate its versions a bit here bc i liked it a lot #hes in like... semi shroud here 🤔 still havent thot abt what it would look like #but some of my brain is coming back so maybe i will explore it :)

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intheinkpot · 8 months

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Lae'zel gazes down at Drakuuln with clear amusement, her fingers tracing the ridges of the scales plating his stomach. "You submit so easily now. What happened to the man who declared that I should submit to him?"

"Mmmm. He got real tired of figuring out everyone else's shit for them. Being told what to do became a lot more appealing." He cracks open an eye lazily and smirks. "Decided I liked being bossed around by you."

"I see. It seems our adventures have made you wise after all. I feared they would only addle your brain more."

Drakuuln chuckles.

"Though it seems you struggle with this new found wisdom still. I did not say to open your eyes. Close them. Submit."

Drakuuln's open eye slips closed, the tension melting out of him as Lae'zel continues tracing the ridges of his scales up to his chest. A far cry from the subtle but clear tension when he pulled her aside from camp to explain that his body would not be what she expected. She kisses the soft leathery scales of his throat, reveling in his gentle sigh.

"Zhak vo'n'ash duj," she whispers.

"Vethirasvim," Drakuuln murmurs. "Eritov. Erthe'Lea'zel."

Familiar words she had not known the meaning of until recently, when she had gone around Drakuuln's knowing smiles and deflections and half-truths and asked his mother to translate. My treasure. My love. My Lae'zel.

Her breath hitched. Come sunrise she would tell him how she felt. He had been telling her long enough.

#a scribble for my tav and lae'zel because i have so many feelings about them #i will probably expand on this later #i have so many ideas for them #and if anyone was wondering yes that line means drak is trans #bg3 #lae'zel #oc: drakuuln #lae'zel x tav #bg3 tav #my fics #also i hope i didn't butch the draconic words too bad ahdjdlslssl #bg3 spoilers #the crew absolutely ends up in Drak's clan house being fussed over by his mother and various clan members to various responses from the crew

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scionshtola · 22 days

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from the kiss prompts :> 9. to shut them up 💗

ty azia!! this was a lot of fun to write 😌

kiss prompt 9. to shut them up || Corisande x Y'shtola || 794 words || divider credit

Y’shtola’s childhood bedroom had changed little since she last called Matoya’s cave home. The same books lined the shelves, the same quilt spread across the bed, the same quill and ink sat on the desk. Though the room had obviously been kept free of dust by Matoya’s enchanted brooms, they had seemingly left everything else untouched since her last visit. The only additions were done so by herself: new books stacked in front of the old ones, her notes scattered haphazardly across the desk, and Corisande standing in front of the bookshelves, studying the spines.

They pulled a book from the shelf, idly flipping through its pages before setting it back in its place and pulling another. After a few more books, their soft hum of amusement made Y’shtola’s ears perk in their direction.

“Is there something amiss?” she asked archly, glancing at them from where she was perched at the end of the bed.

“All of your childhood books are quite…academic.” They turned a few more pages in the book they were holding, and Y’shtola could hear the grin in their voice when they added, “‘Tis exactly as I expected.”

She pursed her lips, feigning indignation as they sat cross-legged on the rug, the book held open in their lap. “You were a scholar of the arcane arts in your childhood, were you not? Was your own library not similarly curated?”

“I was hardly so difficult to please as you,” Corisande teased. “My library was not a curated collection so much as a hoard of every book I could get my hands on. At least, as many as we had room for.”

Corisande tilted her head back, looking up at the shelves that stretched high along the wall. “Though I would have loved to have a collection such as this—mayhap with a few adventurer novels thrown in the mix.”

A soft ache thrummed quietly in Y’shtola’s chest for that younger Corisande. She remembered the way Corisande had devoured each book she’d recommended to them from the library at the Waking Sands. After so many years spent teaching themself all they could about arcanum, they had been so eager to discuss their readings with Y’shtola and Urianger, both of whom happily obliged.

Y’shtola may not have had peers her own age, but she had always had Matoya to learn from. She always had the cave to which she could return.

She rose from the bed and knelt next to Corisande, her shoulder brushing theirs. “Had we known each other then, I would have been only too pleased to share my library with you.”

Corisande turned her head in Y’shtola’s direction, a soft smile gracing her lips. She started to lean in, her fingers twining with Y’shtola’s, but at the last moment she veered sharply to the right. Y’shtola pulled back, watching as she stretched across the floor and reached her hand under the bed.

Y’shtola’s stomach dropped—how could she have forgotten? But it was too late to stop Corisande now.

“What is this we have here?” Corisande said, rising back into a sitting position. She held aloft a plush creature, exhumed from its tomb beneath Y’shtola’s bed. “Evidence that a child once resided in this room after all?”

“‘Tis only a plush paissa,” Y’shtola muttered. She could not make out the features well, but she recognized the malleable roundness between Corisande’s hands. “A poro roggo brought him to the cave for me when I was young.”

“Does he have a name?” Corisande asked, a gentle fondness in her tone that softened the teasing.

“No,” Y’shtola said pointedly, ignoring the growing warmth in her cheeks. “He does not.”

Corisande’s smile only grew wider. “Shall I guess then? Given your history of creative spellwriting, I imagine ‘tis something special. Let’s see…mayhap—”

Before Corisande could finish her sentence, Y’shtola leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. Corisande leaned closer, her smile giving way to parted lips for a brief moment before she pulled back, evidently undeterred.

“No guessing then. Mayhap the poro roggo will tell me.” She fell silent as Y’shtola kissed her again, but pulled back to add, in a tone far too delighted for Y’shtola’s liking, “Or mayhap I ought to ask Master Matoya herself.”

“I assure you Matoya is not inclined to such conversations.” Y’shtola slipped her fingers into Corisande’s hair, tilting their head back as she leaned over them. She kissed them again, deeper this time, until she felt one of their hands find purchase on her waist. “Nor would she be so kind as I in her discouragement of the subject.”

Corisande laughed against her lips, and settled her other hand on Y'shtola's waist as well. Y’shtola, pleased by the acquiescence, set about ensuring the subject would not rise again.

#kels writes #i only read this through once but i think its fun. feel like the end got to be a bit much but alkdfjsad #there's a bit in the middle i could have expanded on but instead i made cori change course but i hope it doesnt feel too forced???#they will talk about it later. i promise.#have you seen the art piece on tumblr called i want you to quiet down.#just kidding. maybe. just kidding.#alsdkfsd #xiv fic #corishtola fic #oc: corisande ymir #corishtola

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summertimemusician · 5 months

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*downs coffee like a shot* Before we go back to our regularly scheduled Linktober/Linktober Shadow (because I don't leave things unfinished if I can help it), I gotta get the idea of Revenant First out of my system and y'all get to suffer with me until it eventually ceases being an idea and it turns into an actual story. For some reason we talk a lot about First already being alive or already a ghost by the time the Chain meets him, but I don't think I've ever heard someone talk about him actually coming back to life and so y'all get to suffer with my insane ramblings like I'm an 1800's psychic ward patient who believes themselves to be a witch.

Can be x Reader or not idk just an idea that won't leave my mind.

Might expand on this later so Part out of I/?

Revenant First, who died for his people and in the name of his Goddess. All alone on the surface, fighting, fighting, fighting, always fighting. Just to make the land a little safer before the next hero arrives, just to contain the Imprisoned for a little while longer with likely nothing than a ordinary, common sword to his name and a slowly rusting armor.

Always giving so so so much for his people, always doing his best to protect them, though they scorned him, loathed him, didn't believe or support him, rejected him.

With a spirit so strong and lovely that a Goddess fell for him, hated herself for having to manipulate and put him through such horrid experiences just to save the many, just to turn the diamond of his soul into an unbreakable lonsdaleite blade agaisnt a mad deity.

Someone whose will would be enough to keep him going, just one more fight right? Just one more kill right? Forward, forward, ever onward, it doesn't matter if the flesh decays, if the blood drips drips drips until he is dry of it, if the liver doesn't process nutrients, if the lungs don't draw air, if the nerves feel nothing but the cold cold numbness of the winter of his final years, if the heart doesn't beat. If the armor rusts or the sword breaks. He must keep going, he must keep fighting.

To keep them safe he must have faith, faith that he can keep going, to grasp onto that one.single.thread of purpose until the day that fiery, indomitable, determined will finally burns out. Even if his Goddess may have forsaken him knowingly or unknowingly, even if his people have rejected him to the point he isn't even human anymore, even though they reviled him, even if that rejection should by all intents and purposes chained his spirit to the land or ground the jewel of his unbreakable soul into dust, he still loves them, still adores them, still wants to protect them.

No matter how long he must keep going for it. He wishes to see those he holds dear happy, though they cursed and imprisoned him once.

The Chain getting dropped into a completely empty, desolated and undeniably dead version of Sky's Hyrule, only to find the only living thing besides monster is a single man, with rusted gold armor and an old sword, a faded tunic of green with a long, crimson scarf like a bloody banner. With hair and eyes like theirs, undeniably a Link. But so very frigid, so very silent they almost didn't notice him, that they can't help but wonder just how many years he has spent there, eroding away, ruined but still kind, kind, so very gentle. A shadow of his former self, yes, but still himself, still so so so good, doing all he can until Sky's Era comes and maybe, just maybe, he can finally rest.

Or maybe not, after all, someone has to keep the land safe until the Hero after Sky comes around, no?

Just Revenant First in general.

Or maybe we give him the House in Fata Morgana treatment, the House in Fata Hylia Au if you will- *collapses from sleep deprivation*

#linked universe headcanons #lu first #lu fic idea #Revenant First #lu first x reader #maybe? it's mostly just an idea lol #might expand on this later lol #Also knows as what happens when Summer is sleep deprived while doing essays takes a break by listening to The House in Fata Morgana OST #and suddenly gets First in the brain lol #still have way too much First Hero on the brain that man deserves the world but at the same time I want to put him into Situations lol #Feral Revenant First being protective of the Chain my beloved #Sky being so confused because Fi at the same time recognizes the man and has just started lowkey crying and screaming in chimes #Twi Wind Hyrule and Time not knowing wether to be morbidly intrigued or horrified because he registers as both dead and alive to them #Meanwhile First is just chilling #doing his own thing and probably bonding with Wild over 'Being Dead but Got Better'#Probably doesn't even register he shouldn't be moving anymore after taking a stab to the heart or something lol #if we want to make an X Reader kind of thing then it's literally his love for Reader which also allows him to keep going #alongside sheer force of will and determination #Michel and Giselle vibes ya know? lol #Wait would that make Hylia Morgana? Or could it be Demise or something? Eh #I dunno might expand on that later/write out that Au later on as a self indulgent thing #Anyway for now ya'll get this until I am finally not swamped with literature/language essays and fistfighting sleep deprivation #Summer Writes #Summer Writes Linked Universe Headcanons #Summer's Sleep Deprived Headcanons

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rudjedet · 8 months

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in the spirit of doing things that I've wanted since forever but never pursued because reasons that will take too long to get into, I'm getting a bunch of extra holes pierced into my ears tomorrow and let me tell you I'm very excited

#gonna get started with having my second lobes repierced and adding high lobes #then spice it up with an auricle on one side and helix on the other #might expand on the earscape further at a later date but we'll see after everything's healed up #kind of want a septum too but i've wanted to get my ears done for way longer so

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somelazyassartist · 4 months

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Been thinking about puppets and strings of fate recently and am channeling that into my two Holy Lady™ DnD characters

Etsy

#just a lil doodle for now but might expand on it later :]#also surprise! nakey Harmony!#i still want to keep a good bit of her a secret for now (and i still don't want to show her body TOO much)#but i have realized that if i NEVER post about her it's going to drive me absolutely up the walls bonkers lmao #I'm going to try to reveal as little as possible still but you will probably see more of her than i initially wanted to share lol #it's so hard making secretive characters!!! i love talking and sharing things!!!!!#three eyed cats in my living room #hallows #hallows nightbreeze #Harmony #Harmony StarLight

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sa1808fi · 2 months

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Okay so it has technically been 'confirmed' that the Lego Batman movie does happen in the same universe as the Lego movie, but now I'm just trying to figure out the exact timeline of events.

In that one scene in The Lego Movie 2 when the Justice League is going to space, they do mention how Batman is doing something back in Gotham which is why he couldn't come with them.

And I guess you would assume that he's there because that's when the events of the Lego Batman movie happen, but then there's a whole scene where the Justice League is having a party when he and Robin break in to steal the Phantom Zone projector.

So now the big question is what exactly was he doing when the Justice League was off to fight the Systarians?

Maybe he was having family bonding time with Dick and Barbara and Alfred, but that's mostly just speculation, cause according to Wonder Woman he was having a 'separate standalone adventure' which we could take in many different ways.

Though I really like the idea that he went back to Gotham because he was worried about his family, but he's just way too full of pride to admit that, so he came up with the excuse of going on a 'top secret, super cool adventure'.

Eventually, he comes back to Apocalypseburg with Alfred, tho I also really like the idea of him occasionally bringing Dick and Barbara along with him. He keeps Alfred since god knows he wouldn't survive without him.

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layla-carstairs · 1 year

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ok slept on it (for like 4 hours 🤩) and you know what actually. incredibly mad we didn't see kit's or elias' funerals, or even Sona giving birth. the fact we're told what happens or just left to assume they took place is making me a little bit violent

#like 🧍🏻‍♀️#also intermission grief should've been Charles telling Cecily & Gabriel (and the rest of the tid gang) what had happened #might expand on that later #but I have too many thoughts rn I don't know what to actually say #chain of thorns spoilers #chain of thorns #cot spoilers #chot spoilers

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1overbaby · 9 months

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Just had a dream and all i heard on repeat was: how am i gonna question myself when i saw it and know i saw it?

#will expand on this later if i want to but essentially this was on repeat in my mind in my dream #seeing is just imagination here. in my dream it was because i had an image of it. and so the main thing i was hearing: u just imagined it.#so u know u have it. how can u question urself? u just saw it. so u must know it #its this acceptance. and it is #how things have manifested before. perhaps always. in my life recently #with my shoes for example that were about £130 i just saw myself wearing them and said ‘omg! now i own these shoes!’ and two days later #my mother took me shopping for shoes specifically. this has happened other times too #unconscious ones are more like - i see myself with them- and go ‘ah cool’ but it still materialises #seeing self with desire - cannot deny its possibility. its existence #mine #i used to think that its abt the knowing its going to reflect which is true u need it bc self concept. why wouldnt u have it in the world of #caesar too? BUT #its moreso the knowing u just had it. u just experienced it. u know u have it in imagination (which is why itll reflect as a byproduct)

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