Age Regressor Damian Wayne My Beloved

Forgotten Musicians, Lost Music: A Plea for Preservation

I used to be a musician. A pretty good one, too. I had a record deal, I toured all over the country, and I had a few songs that made it onto the radio. But then, things changed. My record label dropped me, my band broke up, and I faded into obscurity.

It's been a few years now since I've released any new music, and I'm starting to feel like a forgotten musician. No one knows my name. No one cares about my music. It's like I never existed.

But I did exist. And I made music. And that music is still out there somewhere.

The problem is, most of my back catalogue is unavailable. My record label went bankrupt a few years ago, and all of my masters were lost. So, if you want to hear my music, you have to track down old physical copies of my albums or singles. And even those are hard to find.

Which is why I consider myself to be borderline lost media. My music is still out there, but it's buried deep in the obscurity. And if no one seeks it out, it will eventually disappear forever.

I know that I'm not the only forgotten musician out there. There are countless other artists whose music has been lost or forgotten. And that's a tragedy.

Because music is important. It's a part of our culture. It's a way to express ourselves and to connect with others. And it's something that should be preserved for future generations.

So, if you're a fan of lost media, or if you're just curious to hear some music from a forgotten musician, I encourage you to seek out my music. You may be surprised at what you find.

And if you do find my music, please share it with others. Help to keep it alive. Help to prevent it from disappearing forever.

Thank you.

Barnaby J. Tremayne.

Age regressor Damian Wayne my beloved <33

(You can pry this idea from my cold dead hands. And even then I'll pull a jason and come back to life just so I can snatch it back)

I'm adding to this because I'm bored:

It is a known fact that Jason wants Tim as his Robin, constantly annoying him out of his mind because fuck the kid is smart. Jason knows better than anyone that smart people are dangerous, especially when it's someone like Tim who was raised to be able to manipulate anyone at the drop of a hat, so long as it kept the business alive. Well luckily for Gotham, New Jersey, and probably the world- no, multiverse, Tim also has a functional moral compass. Mostly.

Anyway, Jason is fully convinced that he HAS to take this kid under his wing when he finds the literal filing cabinets of contingency plans and aliases this kid has. You know, something about knowing exactly how your kid brother would destroy your life if you stepped too far out of line is comforting. And terrifying.

The point is, they would be a horrifying and delightful team up

Also y'all need to stop saying Jason or Damian are the most dangerous of the Robins. Sure Jason and Dami have been trained to kill, and Jason still does when he feels it's needed BUT. Tim Drake would find everything there is to know about you and make you wish you were dead.

That's the difference.

Idea that won’t leave me alone: one of those Bruce adopts all his kids as Tinies AUs where toddler Jason is two and his favorite person in the WORLD is his big brother. But he’s just barely learning to talk so when he says his brother’s name…in comes out as “Ick.”

Leading to—

Jason: Icky!! Icky!

Four-year-old Dick Grayson: I’M NOT ICKY!

Jason, insistently: ICKY!

Dick, getting progressively more upset: STOP CALLING ME ICKY!

Jason: No! Icky!

Dick: No! YOU’RE icky!

And escalating until they’re both crying—Dick because Jason won’t stop calling him icky. Jason because his big brother won’t play with him.

This happens at least once a day. Bruce is so tired.

I feel like any aliens that were prey at some point in evolution would have an odd fear of humans. Mostly cause they look like predators, act a bit like predators, and ARE predators. One perfect example is when we're focused on something like a mosquito that's been bugging us for a long time and we are just done.

Alien: "What. What..?"

Human: *HUNTING down a mosquito it saw*

Alien: ".... yeah I am really uncomfortable...."

Human: *quiet footsteps, pupils dialated, intense focus,*

Alien: *WAR FLASHBACKS*

Human: "Found you." *absolutely desimates the mosquito, squashing it into a million pieces as it's guts and various body parts liquidize into blood of the bloodthirsty, now stained on the palm of the human. A living being now reduced to a useless corpse as the human wipes the remains on their pants*

Alien: "I feel like I've just gained trauma."

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This is pretty cool

hate solas or not romance him or not whatever like. i dont understand how he doesnt drive everyone CRAZY as a character.

like. have you ever just sat and thought about. what it must be like. the trauma. the shakespearean sadness of being the only person that remembers DEATH not being a thing.

and you feel so insane because youre going around telling people “no you dont understand the world as it exists now is fucking horrible people used to not DIE.” and theyre like “its fine as it is just let it be and let us live and die as we are”, desperate for you to acknowledge their personhood. Meanwhile your entire race is the victim of genocide and slavery and cultural erasure, what little magic remains in the world is shunned and mages are systematically imprisoned for being fucking born and people die of old age and its because of you. and now its your cross to bear to atone for ALL of that and justify to people that the world could be better but no one else knows anything different so they dont get it and just know they dont want to die.

And so the only way you can cope with the trauma of that is by treating the world and everyone in it like it’s a bad dream.

Its just so existential. It’s like what if you could talk to God and ask him why he made the world but he was just some vaguely pathetic dude and his answer was “it was a mistake and i regret it every day”.

Fun fact: even moving out of an objectively harmful environment is scary. Change is scary. I can't really neatly define what I'm feeling as depression, but there's something that has me pausing before I enter my room because of just how empty it is. More and more my parents are getting used to the idea that I'll be gone; I guess I ensured that by picking up a house sitting job and staying weekends elsewhere so I could get to work on time, but still.

I get my new key on Thursday.

I'm excited to have freedom and be able to exist without having eggshells under my feet, but it's also so terrifying. I haven't been able to get out of bed on days I don't have work, just because there's no schedule, no one to enforce it. What am I supposed to do?

It'll all be OK, eventually, but right now it's a lot for me.

Here's to freedom, let's pour one out for childhood.