#11thsense

[beeffizz]

Tried to reset my art block by just playing around with rendering OCs of different artists I like!

From left to right, top to bottom:

Waite of @coyoteprince Edna of @b0nebat Staeve of @velnna Machete of @canisalbus Marcus of @moosopp-art April of @11thsense

[the-haiku-bot]

Two Vampyres in

a secluded home in the

middle of nowhere.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Two Vampyres in a secluded home in the middle of nowhere. 

[confessedlyfannish]

Writing Prompt #12

Bruce is reading the paper when the pour of Tim's coffee goes abruptly quiet. It would be hard to pinpoint why this is disturbing if it wasn't for the way the soft, tinny sound the vent system in the manor makes cuts out for the first time since being updated in the 90s. The pour, Bruce realizes, has not slowed to a trickle before stopping. It has simply stopped. And there is no overeager clack of a the mug against the marble counter or the uncouth first slurp (nor muttered apology at Alfred's scolding look) immediately following the end of the pour.

Bruce fights the instinct to use all of his senses to investigate, and instead keeps his eyes on the byline of the article detailing the latest set of microearthquakes to hit the midwest in the last week. Microearthquakes aren't an unusual occurrence and aren't noticeable by human standards, which is why this article is regulated to page seven, but from several hundred a day worldwide to several hundred a day solely in the East North Central States, seismologists are baffled.

Bruce had been considering sending Superman to investigate under the guise of a Daily Planet article requested by Bruce Wayne (Wayne Industries does have an offshoot factory in the area) when everything had stopped twenty seconds ago. That is what he assumes has happened (having not moved a muscle to confirm) in the amount of time he assumes has passed. His million dollar Rolex does not quite audibly tick but in the absolute silence it should be heard, which confirms the silence to be exactly that—absolute.

While Bruce can hold his breath with the best of the Olympian swimmers, he has never accounted for a need to remain without blinking without being able to move one's eyes. Rotating the eyeballs will maintain lubrication such that one could go without blinking for up to ten minutes. But staring at the byline fixedly, he estimates another twenty seconds before tears start to form.

These are the thoughts Bruce distracts himself with, because he doesn't dare consider how Tim and Alfred haven't made a (living) sound in the past forty-five seconds. About Damian, packing his bag upstairs for school after a morning walk with Titus that was "just pushing it, Master Damian".

There is a knife to his right, if memory serves (it does). In the next five seconds—

"Your wards and guardian are fine, Mr. Wayne," the deepest voice Bruce has ever heard intones. For a dizzying moment, it is hard to pinpoint the location of the voice, for it comes from everywhere—like the chiming of a clocktower whilst inside the tower, so overpowering he is cocooned in its volume.

But it is not spoken loudly, just calmly, and when he puts the paper down, folds it, and looks to his right, a blue man sits in Dick's chair.

He wears a three piece suit made entirely of hues of violet, tie included. He has a black brooch in the shape of a cogwheel pinned to his chest pocket, a simple chain clipped to his lapel. Black leather gloves delicately thumb Bruce's watch (no longer on his wrist, somewhere between second 45 and 46 it has stopped being on his wrist), admiring it.

"You'll forgive me," the man says with surety. "Clocks are rather my thing, and this is an impressive piece." He turns it over and reveals the 'M. Brando' roughly scratched into the silver back. He frowns.

"What a shame," he says, placing it face side up on the table.

"Most would consider that the watch's most valuable characteristic." Bruce says, voice steady, hands neatly folded before him. Two inches from the knife. To his left, there is an open doorway to the kitchen. If he turns his head, he might be able to get a glance of Tim or Alfred.

He doesn't look away from the man.

"It is the arrogance of man," the man says, raising red eyes (sclera and all) to Bruce, "to think they can make their mark on time."

"...Is that supposed to be considered so literally?" Bruce asks, with a light smile he does not mean.

The man smiles lightly back, eyes crinkling at the corners. He looks to be in his mid thirties, clean-shaven. His skin is a dull blue, his hair a shock of white, and a jagged scar runs through one eye and curving down the side of his cheek, an even darker, rawer shade of blue-purple.

The man turns the watch back over and taps at the engraving. "Let me ask you this," he says. "When we deface a work of art, does it become part of the art? Does it add to its intrinsic meaning?"

Bruce forces his shoulders to shrug. "It's arbitrary," he says. "A teenager inscribes his name on the wall of an Ancient Egyptian temple and his parents are forced to publicly apologize. But runic inscriptions are found on the Hagia Sophia that equate to an errant Viking guard having inscribed 'Halfdan was here' and we consider it an artifact of a time in which the Byzantine Empire had established an alliance with the Norse and converted vikings to Christianity."

"The vikings were as errant as the teenager," the man says, "in my experience." He leans back in his chair. "I suppose you could say the difference is time. When time passes, we start to think of things as artistic, or historical. We find the beauty in even the rubble, or at least we find necessity in the destruction..."

He offers Bruce the watch. After a moment, Bruce takes it.

"The problem, Mr. Wayne, is that time does not pass for me. I see it all as it was, as it is, as it ever will be, at all times. There is no refuge from the horror or comfort in that one day..." he closes his hand, the leather squeaking. And then his face smooths out, the brief severity gone. He regards Bruce calmly.

"You can look left, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce looks left. Framed by the doorway, Tim looks like a photograph caught in time. A stream of coffee escapes the spout of the stainless steel pot he prefers over the Breville in the name of expediency, frozen as it makes its way to the thermos proclaiming BITCH I MIGHTWING. Tim regards his task with a face of mindless concentration, mouth slack, lashes in dark relief against his pale skin as he looks down at the mug. Behind him, Bruce can see Alfred's hand outstretched towards the refrigerator handle, equally and terrifyingly still.

"My name is Clockwork," the man says. "I have other names, ones you undoubtedly know, but this one will be bestowed upon me from the mouth of a child I cherish, and so I favor it above all else. I am the Keeper of Time."

"What do you want from me?" Bruce asks, shedding Wayne for Batman in the time it takes to meet Clockwork's eyes. The man acknowledges the change with a greeting nod.

"In a few days time, you will send Superman to the Midwest to investigate the unusual seismic activity. By then, it will be too late, the activity will be gone. They will have already muzzled him."

"Him."

"There is a boy with the power to rule the realm I come from. Your government has been watching him. The day he turned 18, they took him from his family and hid him away. I want you to retrieve him. I want you to do it today."

"Why me?"

"His parents do not have the resources you do, both as Batman and Bruce Wayne. You will dismantle the organization that is keen on keeping him imprisoned, and you will offer him a scholarship to the local University. You and yours will keep him safe within Gotham until he is able to take his place as my King."

This is a lot of information to take in, even for Bruce. The idea that there could be a boy powerful enough to rule over this (god, his mind whispers) entity and that somehow, he has slipped under all of their radars is as frustrating as it is overwhelming. But although Clockwork has seemed willing to converse, he doesn't know how many more questions he will get.

"You have the power to stop time," he decides on, "why don't you rescue him? Would he not be better suited with you and your people?"

"Within every monarchy, there is a court," Clockwork. "Mine will be unhappy with the choice I have made," he looks at Bruce's watch, head cocked. "In different worlds, they call you the Dark Knight. This will be your chance to serve before a True King."

Bruce bristles. "I bow to no one."

"You'll all serve him, one day," Clockwork says, patiently. "He is the ruler of realms where all souls go, new and old. When you finally take refuge, he will be your sanctuary." He frowns. "But your government rejects the idea of gods. All they know is he is other. Not human. Not meta. A weapon."

"A weapon you want me to bring to my city."

"I believe you call one of your weapons 'Clark', do you not?" Clockwork asks idly. "But you misunderstand me. They seek to weaponize him. He is not restrained for your safety, but for their gain."

"And if I don't take him?" Bruce asks, because a) Clockwork has implied he will be at the very least impeded, at worst destroyed over this, and b) he never did quite learn not to poke the bear. "You won't be around if I decide he's better off with the government."

"You will," Clockwork says, with the same certainty he's wielded this entire conversation. "Not because he is a child, though he is, nor because you are good, though you are, nor even because it is better power be close at hand than afar.

"I have told you my court will be unhappy with me. In truth, there are others who also defend the King. Together we will destroy the access to our world not long after this conversation. The court will be unable to touch him, but neither will we as we face the repercussions for our actions. I am telling you this, because in a timeline where I do not, you think I will be there to protect him. And so when he is in danger, even subconsciously, you choose to save him last, or not at all. And that is the wrong choice.

"So cement it in your head, Bruce Wayne," the man says, "You will go to him because I tell you to. And you will keep him safe until he is ready to return to us. He will find no safety net in me. So you will make the right choice, no matter the cost."

"Or, when our worlds connect again, and they will," his voice now echoes in triplicate with the voices of the many, the young, the old, Tim, Bruce's mother, Barry Allen, Bruce's own voice, "I will not be the only one who comes for you."

"Now," he says, producing a Wayne Industries branded BIC pen. "I will tell you the location the boy is being kept, and then I would like my medallion back, please. In that order."

Bruce glances down and sees a golden talisman, attached to a black ribbon that is draped haphazardly around the neck of his bathrobe, so light (too light, he still should have—) he has not felt its weight until this moment.

Bruce flips the paper over, takes the pen, and jots down the coordinates the being rattles off over the face of a senator. By his calculation, they do correspond with a location in the midwest.

"You will find him on B6. Take a left down the hallway and he will be in the third room down, the one with a reinforced steel door. Take Mr. Kent and Mr. Grayson with you, and when you leave take the staircase at the end of the hallway, not the elevator."

The man gets up, dusts off his impeccably clean pants, and offers him a hand to shake.

"We will not meet again for some time, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce looks at the creature, stands, and shakes his hand. It feels like nothing. The Keeper of Time sighs, although nothing has been said.

"Ask your question, Mr. Wayne."

"I have more than one."

"You do," Clockwork says. "But I have heard them all, and so they are one. Please ask, or I will not be inclined to answer it."

"What does this boy mean for the future, that you are willing to sacrifice yourself for him?"

There is a pause.

"So that is the one," Clockwork says, after a time. "Yes. I see. I should resolve this, I suppose."

"Resolve what?"

"It is not his future I mean to protect," the man says. "It is his present."

"You want to keep him safe now..." Bruce says, but he's not sure what the being is trying to say.

"I am not inclined," Clockwork repeats, stops. His expression turns solemn, red eyes widening. In their reflection, Bruce can see something. A rush of movement too quick to make heads or tails of, like playing fast forward on a videotape. "Superman reports no signs of unusual seismic activity. With nothing further to look into, you let it go in favor of other investigative pursuits. You do not find him, as you are not meant to. He stays there. His family, his friends, they cannot find him. His captors tell him they have moved on. He does not believe them, until he does. He stays there. He stays there until he is strong enough to save himself."

Clockwork speaks stiffly, rattling off the chain of events as if reading a Justice League debrief. "He is King. He will always be King. He is strong, and good, and compassionate, and he is great for my people because yours have betrayed his trust beyond repair. He throws himself into being the best to ever Be, because there is nothing Left for him otherwise. We love him. We love him. We love him. My King. Forevermore."

The red film in his eyes stall out, and Bruce is forced to look away from how bright the image is, barely making out a silhouette before they dull back to their regular red.

"I am not inclined," Clockwork says slowly, "To this future."

"Because of what it means in the present," Bruce finishes for him. "They're not just imprisoning him, are they."

"They will have already muzzled him."

Clockworks is right in front of him faster than he can process, fist gripping the medallion at his neck so tight he now feels the ribbon digging into his skin.

"Unlike you, Mr. Wayne," and for the first time, the god is angry, and the image of it will haunt Bruce for the rest of his life, "I do not believe in building a better future on the back of a broken child."

"Find him," the deity orders, and yanks the necklace so hard the ribbon rips—

Clack!

"sluuuuurp!"

"Master Timothy, honestly!"

"Sorry Alfred!"

[eaudera]

wippy

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

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[nibeul]

Biggest art style influences?

uhhh tatsuki fujimoto, david aja, @/tzitzki, @/11thsense, @/cranitys, tmnt rise… just going off the top of my head rn, there’s definitely more

[cosmicawg]

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐈𝐏

Just little scrimbles I thought of while working on chapters of my story and thought it'll be cute little scenes that can be used to help build the relationship between the characters(or my brain couldn't stop bugging me about it so i wrote it down😅)

Scene: A and B sitting in a dimly lit room. The edibles have kicked in, and the vibe is mellow but heavy. A, clearly feeling the effects, looks dazed while B remains laid-back, though slightly amused by Devon’s reaction.

B: (chuckling, shaking his head) “You buggin’ out, man. Chill... Can't believe this yo' first time trying these.”

A: (eyes half-closed, sounding distant) “They ain't like weed… I feel... different.”

(A reaches out slowly, staring at his own hands like they’re foreign. He pauses, studying them as if they’re not his own.)

A: (soft, unsure) “Do you... think I'm special?”

(His voice trembles slightly, carrying a vulnerability that catches B off guard.)

(B smirks at first, but then recalls the weight of Devon’s words. He chuckles but not dismissively.)

B: (grinning) “Yeah, you some alright... But nah, for real, you special. You got dreams nobody ‘round here got.”

(A's eyes light up with a loopy smile as their gazes lock. The high makes him feel everything ten times brighter.)

A: (blurting out dreamily) “I wanna be a famous painter... like James Kelly. I wanna... be somebody.”

(The energy in the room shifts as they both edge a little closer, lost in their thoughts. B's expression softens, and he contemplates his next words.)

B: (quietly, but firm) “You already are somebody. You in here, ain't you? You made it this far... that makes you somebody. In my book.”

(The room falls into silence as those words hang between them.)

(A's eyelids grow heavy, his body giving in to the edible haze. He slumps into sleep, still with that soft smile on his face. B watches him, pondering, lost in his own thoughts as A drifts off.)

End Scene

BASED OFF @11thsense: this really cute drawing by @11thsense. i saw it on pinterest and just fell in love with it, went to sleep and saw it again in my dreams(thus this scrimble for my characters) am not kidding lmaooo.

[magz]

(ID: The Images are all GIFs of video clips showing each pro-palestine protest mentioned.)

January 8, 2024 - A few of the many protests that happened this first week of 2024, as hundreds of thousands braved the weather in solidarity with the people of Palestine, and in condemnation of Israel's on-going genocide and fascist occupation. While our governments look away, the righteous people of the world have NOT forgotten our brothers and sisters in Palestine, suffering under the genocidal onslaught of the Israeli state, being murdered with American bombs. We keep marching, blockading, boycotting, and demanding an immediate end to the zionist occupation of Palestine!

Copenhagen, Denmark

Michigan, USA / Manchester, UK

Oslo, Norway

Milan, Italy / Paris, France / Stockholm, Sweden

Los Angeles, USA / Switzerland / Dublin, Ireland / Leipzig, Germany

Melbourne, Australia

New York City, USA

[barklikeagod]

my favorite artists on here btw

@.11thsense

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@.knifebaby3000 <3

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[abdalsalam1990]

Hello, dear friends, how are you?

I’m writing this post while facing certain death.

I want to ask you, why have you stopped helping us? Is it because we’ve reached this point? Is it because we’ve reached €49,000?

I want to tell you all that I am deeply grateful, but as of this moment and date, we have not received a single euro from these funds. Even though we are in desperate need of it, I want to clarify that we won’t even receive half of it due to the percentage taken by the GoFundMe platform, the bank, and the state.

I also want to explain that the currency exchange fees here in Gaza exceed 30%.

We are currently in dire need of assistance. Prices have skyrocketed to unimaginable levels. The price of a bag of flour now exceeds €300, and the cost of vegetables has risen to insane, unbelievable levels. As for meat and fish, they’ve become like a dream to us. We haven’t had a proper, healthy meal since the war began.

We are now forced to survive on just one meal a day.

Let me ask you, how would you feel if you hadn’t had a proper meal for two days? Or if you were unable to have your lunch today?

We are now facing famine. Please, we beg you to help us. Please donate. Please share this post so it can reach someone capable of donating.

Let’s aim to reach €60,000 by the end of next week. I can’t do this alone, but with your support for me and my family, we can achieve it.

Please, don’t leave us alone. If you’re interested in helping, follow my account. @abdalsalam1990

Once again, I’m pleading with you to donate and share this post with your friends.

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Please all my friends share it, write a comment and tag your friends so they can share it too.

[a-shade-of-blue]

Can you donate the price of a coffee so that 10 children (and a 2-year-old baby) can have food to eat? (and at the same time get the chance to win a handmade phone charm made with freshwater pearls?)

I have been talking with Mahmoud (@mahmoudfamily1) and he is really worried about his family. There has been continuous attacks on Nuseirat, where his 17 family members (including 10 children and a 2-year-old baby!) are staying. Just a few hours ago, an air strike in Nuseirat has killed 6 children and their parents! A lot of the casualties coming out of Gaza are children, and I'm really worried about these 10 little children at Nuseirat.

Moreover, their tent has just been bombed, destroying everything they have and leaving these 17 people with nowhere to sleep. Basic necessities are 300% more expensive than usual. With such astronomical price and little funds, they do not have most daily necessities. How are they going to cope with the coming winter? With no shelter to shield them from the rapidly dropping temperature and the heavy rain, with no clothes to keep them warm, and with little food and clean water too!

Low Funds! Only $1,627 CAD raised of $80,000 goal! Last donation was 14 hours ago!

This campaign is #117 on @/gazavetters vetted list. Also vetted by association!

I'm also hosting a freshwater pearl phone strap raffle to raise funds for this campaign (UK only)! Click here to enter after you donated!

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[ranafamily7]

Appeal to humanity 🫂

I beg you read that 🥺

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I am writing this post with tears in my eyes, me and my mother.

We are living the most difficult suffering here in northern Gaza.

I will tell you some of our suffering

1.We do not find daily food as there is only bread due to the closure of the crossings in Gaza

2.There are some canned foods like beans that are expensive due to scarcity.

3.They are trying to displace us from Gaza every day. I have left my house several times and it is badly damaged.

4.My father cannot reach us, he is besieged in southern Gaza, and my sisters and I have no one to support us except my mother, and she cannot.

5.My father is sitting in a torn tent, suffering from the cold of winter and the lack of winter clothes.

6.We need more than $100 a day to buy a little food. And a little firewood for heating and cooking. And charging the lighting battery as there has been no electricity for more than a year

7. My mother needs treatment for her feet on a weekly basis for $70.

She has osteoporosis, cartilage fragility and salt deposition.

This is a small part of our suffering. Please plant hope in our hearts and give us a chance by donating to us to alleviate our suffering.

Donation Link

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[official-saul-goodman]

Can someone give me recs on some great art bloggers to follow?

[11thsense]

At some point could we see nightcrawler in your style? I think he aesthetically fits neatly into the “ppl 11thsense draws as hotties decked out in gold jewelry in cool modern fits” niche and id really love to see ur take on him, when you feel like it/if you feel like it

I tried :)....

[yellowis4happy]

Now that I have your attention, I'd like to introduce you to my friend, Ibrahim @aburakhiaibrahim !

Ibrahim has been fundraising tirelessly for his family of 28 (15 of them children) over the past 11 months, but his family's campaign has never gained much traction. Originally they hoped to evacuate Gaza, but with the rising cost of basic necessities and the border closed, they decided to lower their goal and focus on making sure they have enough to eat.

Their campaign is still going very slowly, and Ibrahim tells me that there is very little, if any, food. What food is available is exorbitantly priced because of wartime inflation. The IOF has made their lives miserable by limiting aid and constantly bombing the area - he says it is particularly hard on the children.

Please help my friend! Donations have never been that numerous, but they've recently slowed down even more. In the past 3 days, his family has only received one donation per day.

Vetted here by gaza-evacuation-funds.

$7,257 CAD / $30,000 CAD as of Nov. 18th

Only 24% funded after almost one year of fundraising

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[lonniemachin]

TIME SENSITIVE: HELP AHMED'S FAMILY REACH €35K IN 3 DAYS

My friend Ahmed's fundraising campaign to escape Gaza with his wife and 3 little children needs to reach €35k in 3 DAYS on 09/30 -- luckily, it is currently at €34,762, only €258 away from achieving this milestone! This is totally doable if given a push. Please give what you can to help save the lives of a family of 5 who have survived through 11 displacements under the constant threat of bombing, disease, and forced starvation.

https://gofund.me/ce562fee

€34,762/€35,000. 3 DAYS LEFT.

€258 NEEDED!

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