#Damien Cave

[sinoeurovoices]

「又來了」：世界如何應對更肆無忌憚的川普2.0

當唐納德·川普贏得重返白宮的機會時，許多國家都以為自己知道會發生什麼，以及如何為即將發生的事情做好準備。 世界各國首都的外交官們都表示，他們將關注川普政府的所作所為，而不是川普的言論。那些大國制定了計劃來緩和或反擊川普懲罰性關稅的威脅。較小的國家則希望自己能躲過又一場四年的「美國優先」颶風。 但是，讓世界保持冷靜並繼續前進越來越難。 在週二的馬阿拉歌莊園新聞發布會上，川普拒絕排除使用武力奪取格陵蘭島和巴拿馬運河的可能性。他發誓要將墨西哥灣重新命名為「美利堅灣」。他還表示，出於美國國家安全的考慮，他可以使用「經濟力量」將加拿大變成美國的第51州。 對於那些急於從虛張聲勢中辨別實質的人來說，這似乎又是一場散漫的夸夸其談，一部更加肆無忌憚的續集——《川普2》。甚至在就職之前，川普就以其令人目瞪口呆的願望清單在全球引發人們評價道：「又來了」。 然而，除了��聊之外，還有嚴重的利害關係。當…

[imma-dragon53]

I need help finding a fic

Things I know about it:

It’s a batfam meets the justice league fic

The justice league goes to the batcave for some reason and meet several of the bat kids

It’s a kid fic for all batkids

Close to the end dick comes down to the batcave (he’s 15) because he was upstairs changing Damien’s diaper. He was left in charge of his gaggle of siblings.

Ages I think: dick 15, Jason/Cass 10, tim 5(?), Damien 2. Steph is also there I think.

[washa]

Would You Fall In Love With Me Again but it's with:

Imp! Damien and Imp! Angel

Anton and Love

James and his listener

especially this verse:

I will fall in love with you

Over and over again

I don’t care how, where, or when

No matter how long it’s been

You’re mine

Don’t tell me you’re not the same person

You’re always my husband

And I’ve been waiting, waiting

[kaitaiga]

Hello Kaitaiga, I hope you’re doing well! I have a gift-ish for you. An idea randomly came to me last week, I decided to draw it.

I did a sloppy fine line sketch of Damien and Soot meeting for the first time!

My guess is he was not expecting any visitors on his mission and neither was she. Damien definitely scared the soul out of Soot, her life flashed before her eyes (turns out it was the flashlight). She stated her name, rank, reason for business and possibly her email password out of fear…😀

I don’t have much of a story behind it, it was just a thought. I hope you enjoy it and I hope it was accurate, I apologize if it isn’t! 🫶

FIREBUG!!! OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS 😭❤️❤️

Omg Damien being a jumpscare…I’m sorry Soot, poor gal 😭AND HER STATING HER EMAIL PASSWORD HAHAHAHAH

I’m sure Damien apologised after his incoherent [angry aussie noises] 😭😭 I feel they both took a moment to recover. After all, they both had the fright of their lives 😂

And bro!!! THIS IS AMAZING!!! No need to apologise, I love it so damn much! I’d love to do a part two to this 👀 hell, I wanna see them interacting more often.

Perhaps for the art I promised you a month ago 😼 I apologise for being so damn slow

Thank you so much for this gift! I hope you’re doing great as well 💞💞

Tumblr did not notify me about this ask, I’m gonna fight the app I swear-

[neptune-lover]

IM BACK

Hey guys I'm so sorry I know it's been forever but I'm back and my requests are FULLY open while I work on BOTH of my other series. I'm going to open my requests to all of you my only rules are no NSFW cuz I just don't feel comfortable writing that but this is who I will write for

Seth Borden

Sam AND/OR Colby

Jake Webber

Johnnie Guilbert

Tengen(Demon Slayer)

Obanai(Demon Slayer)

Giyuu(Demon Slayer)

Shinobu(Demon Slayer)

Muzan (Demon Slayer)

Rhea Ripley

Nathan frazer

Sol Ruca

Bayley

Tony De'Angelo

Damien priest

Chase Atlantic (just specify which one)

Spencer Agnew

Damien Hass

Baji (tokyo Rev)

Harry Hook

[duckapus]

Random Streamer Ash thoughts.

The entire Charmander situation was streamed. Hell, even the down time in the Pokémon Center because might as well do a chill stream. Or, at least that was the intention before everyone learned that not did Charmander's trainer abandon him, but doesn't even care that if Charmander is still following his orders, he could DIE due to the rain. Anyways the rescue happens and the only reason Ash didn't end his stream during it and the time waiting in the reception room is because he knew his chat would kill him if they didn't learn if Charmander was fine as soon as he did.

By the time Sinnoh is over and done with chat just wants Ash to take a vacation because seriously WTF WAS EVEN HAPPENING IN SINNOH THEY SAW IT THROUGH A STREAM AND THEIR STILL CONFUSED-

Also there's a new appreciation for the Darkrai species after the events of The Rise of Darkrai. Same with Giratina. Dialga, Palkia, Shaymin and Arceus are on thin ice though. Albeit Arceus is a lesser extent because of the near death trauma.

Oh yeah Damien ends up in some Real Deep Shit, specifically Real Deep Legal Shit because there is no way that wouldn't count as criminal negligence at best and his confession and the resulting consequences for Charmander were all broadcast live. Not stopping the stream was half Ash being too focused on Charmander to even notice it was still running, half the rest of the group making damn sure they had the Receipts on Damien.

Thankfully for everyone's sanity there does seem to be some kind of gap between Sinnoh and Unova in canon as far as I can tell, and even with Immediate Zekrom it's at least more chill by comparison.

...And Then Suddenly Kalos (:

Yeah, a lot of the typical Pariah Pokemon (particularly the more "evil" legendaries but also 'mons like Absol or Venipede) get seen in a new light thanks to Ash. And the legendaries that actively cause problems or are just assholes definitely end up on a few shitlists. Though some of the Sinnoh ones are a bit complicated in regards to actually showing up in the streams at all because he can't exactly get an internet connection in the distant past or a collapsing space-time distortion bubble, plus the fact that nobody in the repaired timeline where Arceus didn't Start Shit remembers the Arceus Starts Shit timeline. The wifi does somehow work in the Distortion World though.

Also in defense of Shaymin as a whole it's just that one Shaymin that's a prick. Every other Shaymin both in the series and in that specific movie are perfectly pleasant and actually fit their title as The Gratitude Pokemon from what I remember.

[accursedvoid]

Godzilla: the series crossover AU but Zilla originally attacked Gotham instead, cut to post-movie and well! Bruce Wayne has acquired yet another child! It’s Zilla jr.

[ianthedebonair]

I am looking respectfully at your Hollow Ground 😳 What do u think Damien's relationship with him is gonna be? 💞💖

I've been breaking HG's nose for the majority of my playthroughs for the hell of it. But I loved going deep into his mind and go fishing for a moray so I'm thinking to have that over in my save state.

Damien will definitely be curious about what happened and wouldn't be able to keep a mystery like that unsolved. If HG still seeks Damien's partnership in Book 3 (which I hope he still does), Damien would be inclined to agree in order to take advantage of HG's resources, investigate their connection, and maybe do a bit of spying for our local glorified power bank (he did promise to help after all).

What might bite him in the ass, however, is whether HG would pursue a more familial relationship with Damien...

He'd be a fool not to take advantage of their sort-of blood connection to further infiltrate HG's ranks. Getting buddy-buddy with HG might make him feel like he's wearing a dead person's skin and living their life, but he's always been good at playing roles (plus it's HG, so no harm, no foul when Damien ends up betraying him). The problem is if Damien would end up actually liking the role he's playing.

He had to act human to fulfill his missions and liked it a bit too much that he escaped The Farm. He didn't really trust the previous Rangers and Ortega all those years ago, yet he became comfortable playing hero, and now the loss of what he once had still hunts him. He swore never to make contact to the Rangers again but is now playing the role of a disillusioned retiree a bit too well and is being dangerously comfortable in their headquarters. He also planned to keep his relationship with Dr. Mortum purely transactional, yet now Jane and the good doctor are literal besties and drinking buddies.

If Hollow Ground wanted Damien to play the role of his brother and fall into the trap of finding a connection that makes him feel human, how would this be any different?

[moderncryptid]

What You Don’t Think About

It’s weird. The stuff you don’t think about.

Sometimes Damien wonders if it’s because his life doesn’t really require thinking that he misses things from time to time. He’s learned that he can think something all day long, repeat it over and over to himself in his head or outside of it until the words stop meaning anything, and it doesn’t do much. In the end it’s all about the heart. His ability really doesn’t care what he thinks, or wants to think.

Which is funny in the ironic way that you laugh at to keep from crying. He can want to want something all day long, but at the end of the day, the only person his ability doesn’t touch is him. He can chase that wanting around in circles: wanting to want to be better, to not make someone stop what they’re doing and acknowledge him, to not influence someone so he can have a normal conversation for once. He can tell himself he wants it and try to grit his teeth and bear the discomfort because supposedly it’s good for him, and after all this time he’s willing to try it. To try anything. Even if it hurts. But at that first squirm of discomfort or feeling of awkwardness the people and world around him mold to accommodate it. To make space for all those messy feelings that pour out of him like an infection, changing everything they touch.

He hates how open it makes him feel sometimes; when a stranger turns to him with sympathetic eyes or offers empty words of comfort because he wanted them to. He hates that blank look in their eyes. That look of vague confusion after they’ve said it.

And he hates that it took him so long to figure out it was happening. That he was so desperately lonely that he was willing to turn to literally anyone, and so they turned back and told him everything he wanted to hear.

It happened first when he was sixteen and had just left home. This sweet-looking old woman in a bookstore was the first who expressed random sympathy. He’d gone into the store on a whim, hands in his pockets, probably looking suspicious as hell because he was so jumpy. It had been a long time since he’d been around so many people and even longer since he’d set foot in an actual store.

The only reason he’d ventured in at all had been because reading was one of the few things he actually liked to do, even before he got his ability. After, it had become one of the only things that didn’t change.

Damien was pretty sure it was the only thing that kept him sane at home after the electricity cut out. He’d read every book in that house twice over and when he’d seen the front window of the store it was the promise of comfort that drew him in. The fact that the store was mostly empty was what gave him the courage to actually step inside.

He was trying to ignore everyone from the moment he entered. Which meant that everyone pretty much ignored him. It wasn’t until he got distracted that it happened. Damien still couldn’t be sure if that was the reason the old woman suddenly took notice of him, or if it was the sight of the family nearby trying to affectionately wrangle their kids that made his stomach hurt. But she was suddenly next to him, all white hair and a big pink cardigan.

She put a hand on his shoulder, which made him jump, and took it off almost immediately. He should have realized what was happening when she put it back as she spoke to him, giving his arm an affectionate squeeze. He can’t even remember exactly what she said, but he knows it was exactly what he wanted to hear. Because why wouldn’t it be? Even so, when he quickly excused himself and hurried out of the store afterwards because he was tearing up, it didn’t even cross his mind that his ability was what did it.

He just didn’t think about it.

In some defense of his younger self, it wasn’t like it happened often. For the most part he was buried in self-loathing, or fear, or was just trying to stay away from people. He hadn’t even considered wanting to make people forget about talking to him yet, and even then, there were only so many times that could be done before someone noticed something weird was happening. So for the most part he tried to avoid being noticed unless he had to. It was just that occasionally a person would take notice of him and would say something nice.

Usually the exchange was short because they would leave once the glaring sincerity made him the slightest bit uncomfortable. And he assumed that that was what his ability was doing in those situations. Cutting these well-intentioned strangers short because encountering kindness felt like touching a hot stove. He never thought that the entire interaction might be his fault until a little over two years later.

It was raining outside. Had been all day. It was dark, and cold, and he was too far from the hotel he was staying at to have any desire to walk the distance. He was just sort of wandering the aisles in a random grocery store, killing time, and feeling nostalgic. In the soup aisle, of all places.

It was an unfortunate combination of the weather and circumstance reminding him about how, on days like this with terrible weather, his mom used to make soup and bread. Real bread; the kind you could tear with your hands. He’d always wanted to help make it, but she’d always told him he had to wait until he was a little older. She probably just didn’t want him messing up the kitchen and assumed he’d lose interest with time. But the fact that he’d never had a chance to find out had his throat feeling tight.

Soaked and shivering, wanting his mom in the soup aisle of a grocery store. Truly a new kind of pathetic.

He was rubbing his face with his hands and telling himself to get a grip when the guy who had walked into the aisle with him turned to stare at him. Brows furrowed, worried frown, nothing behind the eyes. It was the first time Damien noticed how creepy it looked. And unlike the woman in the bookstore, he remembered exactly what he said to him.

“I’m sorry about what happened to your parents. They shouldn’t have left you.”

Damien felt like someone had thrown a cold bucket of water over him. He was so shocked that for a moment he didn’t think anything at all: his mind came to a screeching halt and his heart pounded and idiot that he was, he actually asked, “What did you say?”

Dutifully as a parrot, he repeated it. Same words, same exact cadence. It was downright haunting and before Damien even realized he was moving, he found himself back on the sidewalk outside.

He didn’t even go back to the hotel. He just walked for what must have been hours because by the time he found a different place to sleep the rain had let up. He spent all that time running over every other interaction like that he’d ever had, thinking in circles, trying to convince himself that it couldn’t have been true. Not every single person who said something to him could have been doing it just because he wanted them to. But the more he turned it over, the more it started to make sense. The more it hurt. The more he started to feel the full scope of just how alone he was and that there really was nobody who cared about him because he didn’t make them.

It's funny. He thought, as he crawled into the bed fully dressed and still shivering, half-laughing with tears stinging his eyes. The things you don’t think about.

[brodudemanbroski]

i wrote. and finished it. somehow.

[wellensittich01]

Dick 9 times out of 10 failing to hide a severe injury from the rest of the batfam because without fail when he’s tired or drugged or generally not firing on all cylinders his native accent comes out as thick as the day he met Bruce.

- - -

Bruce: Dick come down for a check up I saw you take that hit for Tim.

Dick, halfway towards the cave exit and still going, in the quietest voice possible: im fine

Bruce: Say squirrel and you can leave.

Dick:

Bruce:

Jason:

Tim:

Damien:

Dick: …skweeerrehl.

Jason: Get him boys.

[graphicpolicy]

Preview: Tales From Nottingham Vol. 1

Tales From Nottingham Vol. 1 preview. Tales from Nottingham explores untold stories from the twisted universe of Nottingham #comics #comicbooks

[hello-eden]

Is it Comfort or a Curse?

Damian knows something has not been quite right with Drake since he got back.

Damien didn't quite notice as he had been getting used to a new Batman and the others presents in the house. Drake had not been a priority as he had not been living in the manner and Damian had already gotten Robin.

Drake feels like the Lazarus pit. not quite the same but it's the closest way that Damian can put into words. The Lazarus Pit feels different to everyone or at least that's how Damian likes to think of it.

It seems to give grandfather as well as Todd pure unadulterated rage but it never seems that way to Damian. There was always a comfort to it, a Feeling that he could just sink into it and no harm would come to him. That is not a feeling he should be associating with Drake.

Damian had not been allowed to be left alone with Drake, so it is not completely his fault that he did not notice until now. It took months but eventually they were left alone in the bat cave after a particularly rough patrol and Damien felt it.

The feeling of sourness on their tongue and the feeling as if they had been wrapped in a blanket and pulled into a hug. It is a very particular feeling. it is not exact but nothing can really compare to the full submergence. though it is particularly close to the point that it is unnerving. 

It all really comes to a head when Damien is falling asleep in the living room. They had a sketchbook in front of them and a blanket thrown over their feet. Falling asleep in communal rooms has been becoming a habit. Father & Grayson always seem to be quite happy the day after when they do, so they have no reason to stop the habit now.

They're on the edge of sleep when they see movement out of the corner of their eye. they become a little bit more alert but they still understand that it's most likely one of their siblings.

They end up being correct as it is Drake. Even if they didn't quite see who it was, the sourness on their tongue gives it away. Drake's presence pulls them into a comforting Haze that they become accustomed to in his presence. Damien barely feels the dip in the couch but they certainly feel themself falling on to Drake's shoulder.

Damien tries to fight the sleepiness for all they have gotten a better relationship Damian still feels that there's a possibility that Drake will try and take vengeance. Drake seems to notice this and pulls them closer he feels a press on his forehead and whispers words.

“go to sleep Starlight, I'll be here when you awake” 

All feelings of reluctance leave her body. Ellie will always trust that Danny will keep her safe

[cavedwellermusic]

Orme - Orme (2023)

A mind altering, horror infused offering of psychedelic/ritual ambient

Whether you're looking to transcend to another plane of consciousness, experience a more horrifying take on classic horror movie dialogue or simply put something on in the background to tune out to Orme has you covered. I'll be honest with you, this album won't be for everyone, in fact I would even call it polarising. But if you like drawn out, tension filled passages with horror undertones then you'll love what's at play here and most will fall in love with the incredible vocals on Damien as the band powerfully recite Sam Niell's full speech from Damien III: The Final Conflict.

[entitled-fangirl]

Dead batteries.

Jason Todd x deaf!reader

Summary: The reader's batteries to her hearing aids die. Dinner at the Wayne Manor was supposed to go smoothly.

Summary: anything that they sign is going to be in bold italics

Warnings: cursing, insensitivity to being deaf, the whole story not being proofread, Jason being Jason

Masterlist

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"Baby," Jason's voice called through the apartment. He shrugged off his coat, small concern running through him when there was no answer. He knew she was home. 

He began to walk through the apartment on edge. His gun was tucked against his back in his waistband. Just in case. Just in case. 

He threw the bedroom door open, startling both of them. "Fuck. Sorry," he apologizes with a hand up in surrender. As he took her in, he frowned. "Where are your hearing aids?" He signed.

"Dead," she signed back. "Ordering more." She gestured to the computer next to her. 

He nodded, taking out each weapon from his jeans (which was a lot), placing them on the nightstand, and joining her on the bed. He pulled her into his side, looking over her shoulder. "Until Thursday?" He whispered to himself. "That's a lifetime."

She felt his breath and craned her neck to look at him questioningly. He shook his head. When she didn't let up, he messily signed, "Long time to be without batteries."

She nodded.

"What about your backups?"

She set her computer down, sitting up to properly sign. "Haven't used in years. Better to go without."

"Some backups," he grumbled.

"Will your family be mad?"

"What?"

She sighed. "Dinner tonight."

He mouthed an 'oh.' "No. And if so, I would-"

She placed her hands over his, interrupting his threat.

…

Y/n!" Damien greeted, practically shoving Jason to the side. "I have to tell you about the guy I caught last night. It was so cool! Listen, so I jumped out of the Batmobile-"

"-Damien," Jason sighs. 

"-And it was like 'whoosh,' and I was like all cool and stuff-"

"Damien, she c-"

"And I chased him down this alley-"

Jason watched Y/n's eyes hold the panic inside her as she tried to follow what the kid was saying, but with his energetic motions, she was catching minimal words out of the jumble. Jason pushed Damien's head to the side. "Listen to me when I talk. Damn."

"I'm not even talking to you," Damien argued, going right back to his story.

"She can't hear anything. Her aids are out."

Damien froze. "Oh." 

Damien was the only one in the Batfamily that had yet to pick up sign language. With Cass, they had all begun to learn. And with the addition of Y/n, it quickly became intermixed with their everyday speech. Being a later addition to the family, Damien was slowly picking it up. Very slowly.

Y/n gave him a sorry expression. "Sorry. The batteries are coming Thursday."

He held a hand up. "Woah, woah, woah. I can't hear you when you do that."

Jason huffed. "Go away, demon brat." 

"I'll go when I'm ready," he sassed. "So I'll go now because I have nothing else to say. Not cause you told me to."

…

Dinner was a mix of speech and sign language, the family (for once) having a nice dinner.

Jason and Dick had found amusement in signing across Damien, acting like they were saying something top secret that he couldn't know. In reality, it was just random words like, "time, death,, cookie, day." To which Jason responded with, "leave doctor, dad." And then the two would bust up into hearty laughs, watching Damien turn red.

But the rest of the table ignored it.

"There's a new thing we're working on down in the cave. Wanna see after dinner?" Tim asked with his head down.

Steph heaved a heavy sigh, physically pushing his head up so Y/n could see his face. "Now actually ask."

"Sorry," he smiled with his cheeks full.

Alfred tapped on Y/n's shoulder, waiting until she turned around to speak.

Jason watched her face morph to complete confusion. She had always had problems understanding Alfred's accent. "Deaf," he muttered at Alfred.

"Oh," Alfred flushed. "Forgive me." He began to sign his question.

"She didn't even answer my question," Tim complained.

"She turned away before you finished," Steph reprimanded him.

"I got this," Damien gloated. He hit his fist on the table until he caught Y/n's attention. He spoke in a loud tone. "TIM ASKED IF-"

Jason's hand appeared out of nowhere, swallowing the kid's entire face and muffling him. He began shoving down until Damien had no choice but to go under the table. "I'll fucking kill you if you scream at her again."

"Jason," Bruce reprimanded.

"No, you favor the little shit." He ran a hand over his face. "Do I have to write it across her forehead for you guys to remember? Can't fucking do this-"

…

Dinner went smoothly after a 'Hello, I am' name tag was stuck to her shirt, the blank line reading "deaf" in Jason's messy handwriting. Bruce always had those for galas. 

But the car ride back home was rather silent. Hard to sign in the dark.

Once back inside their apartment, Jason had practically ripped the tag off her shirt. Just the sight of it annoyed him.

"Sorry we left early," she signed with a guilty expression.

He shrugged, pulling her jacket off and hanging it up. There wasn't much to say. They both knew that it had nothing to do with her. 'Love you,' he mouthed as an answer. He pointed at the book she'd left on the counter. "Leaving for patrol soon. Read while I'm gone?"

She nodded. "Almost done with it."

He nodded back. 

The two stood in the living room, just admiring one another. His arms opened and she all but melted into them.

He forced her head up so he could talk. 'Be good for me while I'm gone?' He mouthed.

She gave him a grin, mouthing back 'yeah.'

'Good.' He pulled her chin forward, connecting their lips with a softness that Jason was never thought to have.

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