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not even JRR Tolkien, who famously developed the concept of the Secondary World and firmly believed that no trace of the Real World should be evoked in the fictional world, was able to remove potatoes from his literature. this is a man who developed whole languages and mythologies for his literary world, who justified its existence in English as a translation* simply because he was so miffed he couldn't get away with making the story fully alien to the real world. and not even he, in extremis, was so cruel as to deny his characters the heavenly potato. could not even conceive a universe devoid of the potato. such is its impact. everyone please take a moment to say thank you to South Americans for developing and cultivating one of earth's finest vegetables. the potato IS all that. literally world-changing food. bless.

IS THE ORE SNATCHER THE RETURN OF EVIL XISUMA?!??!??!?!??!?!

IS THAT AN OPTION?!? HAVE I CRACKED THE CODE!!?!?!??!!?!??!???

We should talk more about these guys. These are the guys who serve as the Literary agents of the Arthurian Romance Narrative, specifically for the Lancelot prose cycle.

Supposedly, they're the reason the stories of Lancelot, Galehaut, etc. manage to reach thw modern day. They're also how the french writers could deviate from previous material, insisting on premise they accurately recorded the happenings and deeds of the heroes not mentioned by Robert, Chretien or Geoffrey.

If you are to write an arthurian story but with your own spin and changes, you can attribute the difference to "they were totally wrong/super-biased/skewed the facts" and say "this is what really happened"

Or, more ambitiously, make up own own "source material and authorities"

In a fairer world Guinevere would have done the job and we would have the rescue romance we deserve

I made more Mairon stills, because of course I did.

'River Cartwright had been bone of his bone, the warm glow of his heart, since the boy was seven.'

Spook Street, Mick Herron, p.84

Trying to prove a point to my transphobic parents

Reblog if trans men are REAL, VALID AND HANDSOME MEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

Reblog if trans women are REAL, VALID, AND BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

And finally, because it's a part of my argument for this point, and also because they are,

Reblog if nonbinary and genderqueer people in general, are REAL, VALID, AND GORGEOUS PEOPLE, NO MATTER HOW THEY PASS

Boy bigass head

my ugly sons have arrived (said with love and affection)

when espio puts his hand on silver’s face for the first time silver quickly falls asleep leaning against it

espio proceeds to not move a muscle for hours until silver wakes up naturally and apologises profusely when he realises what happened

espio quickly cuts him off, telling him he clearly needed the rest and he got to look at his pretty face the whole time so it’s okay. silver gets all flustered and even more embarrassed

Defeat

Me when I’m a child soldier and fail my mission of protecting my only abusive family member

Love to play with canon divergent of Hunter being loyal to the end if the events played out differently in the show. This is a colored sketch, I may make a funny rendered one in the future, maybe a little comic

Zoom in

Got new hyperfixation

thoughts on the Minecraft movie

You know fucking what??? I hate Jack Black. How can one man do the same fucking shtick for 30 years and not be judicially punished for it? "ohh I'm jack black, I'm going to say this sentence in a overly enunciated way!!" Catchphrase!!! "ohh I'm gonna sing about bacon now. Ohhh it's Steves epic bacon song, b-b-bacon!! jazz hands! jazz hands!!" "I'm jack black, I'm going to do a kick, and then at the same time I'm going to say out loud "Karate KICK" and THATS THE WHOLE JOKE! THAT I SAID THE THING THAT I AM CURRENTLY DOING IN A STUPID FUCKING VOICE

I understand that he's nice and all, so he gets a pass. It's always 'Just let him do his thing, he's a friendly guy :)' - how about we let ALL the nice people in the world do what they want ??!!! And then we can throw one big happy nice-guy picnic, where we all tell each other how nice and awesome ALL of our ideas are ?? :3 !!! How about we ALL just agree to be polite, even when someone suggests something that objectively fucking SUCKS? Well, we let the nice guy run rampant on Minecraft and now the game is permanently scarred by this tumor of a film. I played Minecraft as a young teen, all the way back in Alpha. 2010. I feel like I just watched jack black puppeteer its limp rag-doll corpse through a crude slapstick routine. If he's so nice, why has he hurt me?

The senate has the chance to do the funniest thing this Ides of March

sometimes i dream of the orb and it plays fall out boy as if to beckon me

&j fandom do we fw the idea of Romeo with like heart earrings/clip-ons? Or just like earrings in general

I honestly do just presume everyone in the world has watched naruto I just can't comprehend a person that hasn't witnessed rock Lee take off his training weights or seen naruto sit sadly on a swing 50 times so when I see someone say they've never seen naruto I just don't believe them they have definitely watched naruto it is a universal life step

i feel like Norman still gets headaches even after the lambda symptoms have stabilized in the human world, and like every couple of months a migraine will just take him out for a day or two

WHY AM I CRYING OMGG

DPxDC prompt #15

Demon Twins Fic

But!

Okay, so something I've seen floated a time or 2 from DC is that when using the Lazarus Pits to revive, a person emerges completely healed of all previous injuries or illnesses. Including scars.

Now obviously fandom often plays fast and loose with this rule, given how we like to give Jason an autopsy scar and some folks also like to make him keep the J from the Joker. But let's lean into it a bit here and make it play nice with the DP side of things.

Let's say that it's the ectoplasm, even the rancid stuff in the pits, that heals all scars except Death Scars.

So if Danny was, say, revived in the Pits by Talia before she disappeared him away to an orphanage in Illinois? The Danny that shows up in Amity Park wouldn't be covered in scars from his time in the League. He'd only have the one, the Death Scar.

Similarly, the Danny that stumbles out of the portal wouldn't have any scars from his time in Amity Park. He'd only have 2, the original Death Scar and the new Lichtenberg Death Scars.

Now I've seen it done many times where the Bats/Damian realize that Danny isn't a clone because you can't clone scars. So if Danny doesn't have those scars, and if his DNA is too messed up from the ectoplasm in him to check for any "regular cloning markers"...

Danny, fresh from an autopsy table, runs to Gotham to hide. And because of his inability to walk away from someone in danger, gets found by the Bats. Whether or not they know about Damian's twin beforehand, they are quite confident that Danny is a clone. An exceptionally good clone with nearly perfect implanted memories, but a clone nonetheless. Damian is particularly enraged about this

And poor Danny, already all sorts of fucked up from growing up Damian's lesser, then Dash's punching bag, then an experiment; in the face of Bat certainty and lacking any tangible evidence to the contrary; Danny starts to believe them.

The Whole Album is so good, but I felt that "Would You Fall In Love with Me Again" Took the cake as the song from the Album to get an on Release Artpiece from me

Enjoy this speed paint, and uuuuhhh yeah I think i may do an image for each song from this saga cause i have ideas for ALLLL

Also some close ups

Peep the blood on his hands, mans has done things, but she loves him regardless ;w; Also homie is crying cause he has been waiting for this moment, nah, fighting for this moment for 20 years now Also the Olive Tree in the background uwu

Also i HAD to had Polites, ya already know hehe

HE IS SO HAPPY ODY FINALLY MADE IT HOME SAFELYYYYY

Also sure yeah I included Eurylochus as well uwu (peep the horns made out of lighting, yeah i know what you did Eury ewe, but I include u none the less uwu)

This whole journey has been amazing, it's bittersweet to see EPIC reach its end, but i'm glad it ended so happily (in the song, RIP IRL Ithaca)

It’s a nice day. That’s what Alex focuses on, and it’s something to hold onto.

It’s a nice day. Blue skies, no clouds, the sun high in the sky—but with a bit of a breeze, so that it’s not too hot.

It’s a nice day. Which is why it really is a shame that his day is ruined already. It’s 11AM—hasn’t even reached noon—and this is turning out to be a shitshow.

“Fire now! It will not be able to reform as quickly as the other!” Someone shouts in his comm. Agent W, probably. She was always one to see the little inconsistencies. To see how quickly one could heal in comparison to another.

He shoots. He does not miss. It falls from the sky, with its clear sky and cloudless expanse, and lays crumpled on the ground.

He does not approach. That will be someone else’s job; his is to aim, to shoot, and to not miss.

He never does.

A marksman is what he is, no dressing it up. He might wear the white clothes, have the same honorific, but at the end of the day, he is paid to shoot.

He looks at it with curiosity. Even from this far away, he can see the little twitches it makes, as though it’s being electrocuted in small, sharp increments. Death twitches, he’s heard them call.

He smirks to himself at the name; what an ironic phrase, to be a dead thing and to relive your final moments.

He cannot deny that he is curious about it; but really who wouldn’t be?

What a curious thing in that it was a monster masquerading as human. Acting like a human, moving as a human.

He turns away as someone starts to inch closer to it. There’s no need to listen to the pleading, not when it’s mimicry meant to lure.

It’s a nice day. A beautiful day, even. He should take Julia to the park—she’d be turning 8 soon, and he didn’t know when he might have to leave for a mission.

He turns away from the pleading-turned-screaming, and hums under his breath as he checks his rifle.

What a beautiful day.

Gods, it’d be impossible to properly pull off like how I’m picturing, but imagine a story entirely from the perspective of a GIW agent.

Like, put aside all your existing knowledge of what ghosts are really like and imagine entering the story with only their knowledge. As far as you are aware, the main character is correct about their beliefs. You have no reason to doubt them (yet).

You are part of a government branch tasked with fighting monsters. Every single one of them is immune to conventional weaponry and can have a wide array of superpowers.

And they’re intelligent, too. Not like how a person is intelligent though; they’re not sentient. Sure, they can mimic it, but it’s all an illusion. Under the surface, they’re still just mindless monsters. You can’t reason with them.

Oh and also, they could be anywhere. They can theoretically spring up from any time anyone dies, or can emerge from entirely unpredictable natural portals.

And regardless of if any actual ghosts are present, the very material that makes them up can contaminate humans too. Not just making them sick, that’d be one thing, but making them monstrous in similar ways. Even if you’ve gotten rid of the ghosts, the entire town might be too far gone already.

And then, of course, the actual plot progresses. The character actually interacts with the world, and all the little inconsistencies start to add up. Maybe the character eventually notices, or maybe it’s left as fridge horror as only the reader can realize the truth of the protagonist’s ongoing evil actions.

Though of course that concept does rely on the idea that the reader doesn’t know the truth going in, which is impossible for a fanfic since readers would already be familiar with canon. So in reality, it’d have to be dramatic irony instead of a creeping realization (which could still work but feels a bit less evocative IMO). Or maybe calling it an AU would work to distract people enough, but idk.

Twilight is a STRESSED pony, sometimes she just needs a hit 🤷🏽‍♀️

yes i drew twilight sparkle smoking a bong. yes im proud of it. yes i also spent way too long on the bong. i never expected to be drawing something like THIS at my grown age when i was a child watching this show, but here we are i guess.

i fucking hate it when a movie or a tv show does some shit where a character has a shitty dad and another character tells them to forgive him because. "it's your dad". that means nothing. more people should be killing their fathers.

!!!!!

Okay, I'll say it: I don't think Dick should have a designated city.

I think the idea of him traveling around the world, helping wherever he can with a team (or even alone if the mission doesn't require metas necessarily) is a lot more interesting than having him take care of a single city the way Batman does.

There's still the special occasions when saving the world or assisting another hero if they need help, but I feel having him move often from a city to another for his hero work would link back to his roots in the circus.

It'd also be an opportunity to explore his relationships in the hero-community and his central role in it. He's a person with connections, a natural leader, and it doesn't make sense to me to keep him so isolated in Bludhaven.

so,, sad 😔

Captain...

"What were you even thinking, Jack?!"

"I'm not-"

"Not thinking? Damn right you ain't, mate. The Space In-Between is dangerous,"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"No buts unless you want back on the naughty list!"

"Wait, are you actually-"

"Hey guys! Who's this?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...Oh Man in the Moon, we kidnapped a child,"

DPxROTG

Danny finds himself kidnapped from the Ghostzone by what can only be described as Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, The Tooth Fairy and The Sandman???

Why do they keep calling him Jack?

"With fractured soul come debts divine, an unfortunate responsibility of mine,"

Short DP X DC Prompts #12

Danny gets cursed to speak in rhyme when he first meets the League so everyone simply assumes he’s a demon. 

John is just having a quick talk with Bats about a new curse that has settled over Gotham lately (more of the usual, nothing heinous, more trouble to get rid of it than leaving it would be) when his new 'son' zooms out of his pocket and latches onto Red Hood's helmet.

John is only SLIGHTLY worried for moment that his eldritch baby has decided to be a face eater, but no. He's just clinging to Red Hood's helmet and looking at the vigilante with his oversized wet eyes. And is he purring?

Jason is kind of confused. Wtf is this thing, and why is it on him. Why is the Pit quieter??!

Meanwhile John is wondering how much he needs to offer to put Red Hood on the official baby sitting roster. The kid seems to like him.

DPxDC Prompt

John sees alot in his line of work, the supernatural is like that after all you never know what you will run into. So when he is called for what is essentially pest control he doesn't have high hopes for the gig. It could literally be any number of things, so he grabs a little of everything before he arrives at the location.

It is a planetarium, absolutely OVERRUN but blob ghosts!

John sighs and gets to work funneling the ghosts out of the building and into a portal to the infinite realms. Pretty cut and dry job, which should have been a clue that it was anything but. He doesn't realize he has a passenger until he gets back to the house of mysteries and reaches into his pocket only to get BITTEN.

John makes eye contact with what he can only assume is a baby eldritch monstrosity, it can't even be over a millennium yet, is it even over a century!? oh god it was born in the last decade!

Little baby man Danny has no idea that the man he hitched a rid on would essentially be adopting him in the near future, not that that is a problem, he is still growing into his new form as an Ancient of Space. Wouldn't hurt to have a protector and guardian to look after him in the coming centuries!

Danny: I have decided to steal all the bright green things in Central City because, *checks hand* I am the most green of all and only I can have it. The only reason Green Lantern isn't my nemesis is because I can't get to space yet.

Flash, desperately trying to take this kid in for hot chocolate and a home-cooked meal instead of for arrest: I can get you to space. So come with me? Please?

Danny, who has been channeling his inner Box Ghost: That would be sufficient, red one! I, the Green Ghost, will be the most green of all!

Dp x dc idea 159

Danny is being hunted. Both his parents and the Giw. They all think he is a villain so he might as well be one.

He’d just choose who he’d be a villain for.

By then he had one choice. The flash. That man seems to care about his villain . He doesn’t think the man would let one of his villains be tortured or experimented on.

After his recent escape from the parties hunting him he sets out for central city. He’d just be a villain to an actual decent person instead.

I’m personally imagining him still a teen and doing the most mundane crimes. Just using his powers enough the cops can’t do anything to stop him.

Danny: Oh, just because we're Not Human we're not WORTH the effort of being saved? Are you kidding me? You call yourself heroes??!

DPxDC Prompt

Normally summoning an ecto entity in the DCverse isn't a problem the Justice League Dark needs to solve, there is absolutely no ambient ectoplasm in their universe, the ectoplasm they do have pools and stagnates becoming completely unusable for ectoentities. Any ectoentity summoned usually burns all their ectoplasm on the trip to the circle before literally fading once they arrive, it is unfortunate, but without energy to keep their form no ectoentities can survive the trip.

Or so they thought.

The only reason they arrived to stop this cult is because they didn't know at first what they were summoning, once they arrived and say the ghost speak runes it was pretty clear they didn't need to waste energy trying to stop the summoning. One member who didn't know about the realms or ectoplasm was worried about the circle, so they decided to calm their fears by letting them see how harmless the summoning is, let them witness for themselves.

So the circle lit up a sickly green as the entity was used as a battery to their own summoning, the circle began to ripple and bubble as it turned from concrete into a pool of glowing ectoplasm, a portal. A hand of glowing white reached through, and the rest of the being was quick to follow, one of the members witnessing who was more aware of what would occur was heartbroken to see a teenager pull themselves through.

Once the being was completely through they lost all energy and fell to the floor which had returned to concrete, but instead of fading like they expected, the kid disappeared in a flash of blinding white light.

What was left in the circle was a very much human teenager!

Maybe they were needed after all.