#Does this make sense? Probably not!

[mvndrvke]

@moltolavoro gets a starter!

Icarus had fallen, and so the legend goes. But the fall is the only thing that seems to matter. The destination isn't quite as important.

But to the god of the sea, it is. Poseidon can sympathize with Icarus, and the sea is more welcoming than the sky. Cold water soothes Apollo's scorn, and perhaps for a short time, Icarus can feel peace and reassurance in the water that caught him when Apollo turned his back.

The naiads do what they can. They bring Icarus to shore when they've healed him as much as they're able, and Poseidon decides to sit on the shore with Icarus until he awakes. He glances over when he hears him stir.

"Move slowly," he warns. "Just breathe first."

[solavirtus]

𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑬 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑺...

( kentaro sakaguchi , genderfluid , any ) — as the demons pour out of the sea DAEVA AKA MANAH makes their way to the shore, an eleven hundred and sixty-six-year-old creature who appears thirty-five. here with their feet planted on cynefin’s soil, it is images of a stone cold face, when they smile, it twists something ugly in your chest, an uneasiness you cannot name, pristine suit, cufflinks to match, an image out of a book, not a thread out of place, a vanishing spirit, flickering out of your sight so quickly that you are not sure if it was a real or a mirage, nightmares plaguing your dreams, a curious gaze twisting the knife of memories, just to see how you squirm, that flood the minds they touch. some may even say that they are proper and calm, but it matters little that they are untied by a sorcerer’s contract — they remain unabashedly fiendish and deceptive. beware, for demons are never truly kind. ╱ kira, twenty5, she/her, gmt+3.

BIOGRAPHY ( cw horror imagery, torture, manipulation, death, nothing nice )

you come into existence before the beginning of time. before the word common era was fabricated. a time so long ago, humans can never manage to wrap their slight minds around it.

they think monsters are created. you know them to be wrong. you are not born either. you do not have a father, a mother, or a god. for you are god.

there is no incidence. no single creator you will ever bow to. you are the source, and the source is you. if you used to be someone before - you have chosen a long time ago not to remember. you have also forgotten this choice already made.

you create yourself into this shape. a shape that shifts in perpetuity. the only constant is its change. you create yourself at every epoch, at every success, at every failure, at every cusp of time.

all you know is a hunger that will never be sated. a craving that you have carved into yourself, a hole in the place where there never was a soul. you know humans attempt to find comfort in their terrors, that the devil makes evil happen, that there must be a reason for their suffering. you know there is none. you have simply come into existence, and your existence alone is there to prove them wrong.

you are the anti-matter to the matter. darkness to the light of life.

you are the drop of poison in a well in a starved village, the source of life that drowns them from inside. you promise to quench their thirst, you promise them paradise. you only ask for a price. you seek what they find most worthy, a forced sacrifice that carves into their minute souls. they begin to revere you. and once they do, you hold the water out to them in your palms, and let them drink from your rotten hands. how it trickles down their chins disgusts you. they cling to you, looking up from where they are praying on their knees. once they have enough, once all of them have had enough, it begins to burn them from within. you relish in their cries. you find yourself another well to poison.

you are the whispers that fall upon powerful ears. you sit on the arm of a thrown, leg thrown over a royal mantle, a greedy hand moving up and down on the skin you are wearing. you lazily lean down upon the shoulders of a nation. you pretend to listen. you boast of their successes, imitate adoration and reverence, then murmur words that have never been true. you are the voice that causes kings to incite wars, the end of bloodlines for decades to come.

you are the seeds of doubt fed to weak minds. you are the charming, beautiful, or handsome figure who possibly could not mean any harm. you come as a father, as a mother, a lover, a friend, or a god. whoever they need the most. you appear in their dreams as a mirage, you hold them close when they need to be held. you give them promises that you will keep. promises that by the time they are fulfilled, the people who wished for them are no longer the same. you know how to orchestrate their nightmares now, where it pains them the most, where to twist your daggers to hear them shriek.

a contract is sacred. your existence itself is sacrilege. you weave the ones you make with care, picking those that will yield you the most power. for a contract to be made, you ask for their most prized possession. power for power. something to hold above their heads before they can achieve what they wish through you. more often than not, it's a secret, revealing their soft belly, where it would hurt the most, what keeps them up at night. you tell them this is a fair deal. everything has to come with a cost. of course, this does not apply to you.

when you come into this reality in the woods of cynefin, you have a goal in mind. one none of these humans know. one they will never know.

once again, when you walk through what these people call ancient halls, you want to scoff. instead, you shift into what's most needed, a professor, a demure, kind-looking creature. one people feel more at ease dropping their guards around. you give them carefully constructed smiles, as well as a backstory, just detailed enough to be believable.

a khemia professor without khemia, one without a bond, you are a master of lies, know how to hide the truths whenever and however needed. you lie in waiting now, taste the sorrows of the city and its habitants, look for its weaknesses.

it is not the time to strike yet, and you have never been the one to play with your cards out in the open.

you used to wonder if your hunger would be satiated. by now, you know it will not. this is simply who you are. you want to play regardless. the outcome of this game does not matter, you will play, as long as it keeps being interesting enough for your attention.

[crabgirlfriend]

“WTNV walked so [insert whatever media] could run” no. WTNV did not walk, it was fucking running marathons while other media was crawling on the ground gasping for air. it’s still running and the world needs to catch up

[muppetebbtide]

I think often about the heavy irony of John laughing at Wake's name and mocking BOE's naming systems. BOE are trying to preserve lost Earth culture, but clueless of context, their fragmented merging of high and low culture comes across as silly to John (and us. But it's a noble attempt to preserve everything, even the stuff that wouldn't necessarily seem 'worth' saving. But what does John rename his friends? Pyrrha and Cassiopeia and Ulysses and Augustine. He also names almost everything after Earth culture, but it's literary/religious/historical 'high' culture. BOE is scrabbling to save everything possible, but John has the privilege of context and memory, and so he picks and chooses what's 'worthy' of being used or shared. Low culture is reserved for his little jokes with himself— though honestly, a lot of his references to earth culture full stop seem to be inside jokes at the expense of others. I doubt Cassiopeia knew she was named after the infamously vain ancient queen, for example. John also quotes things at people without explaining what he means, like when he quotes Shakespeare and Hans Christian Andersen at Harrow; he's not really sharing it, he's mostly using it to isolate the other person in the conversation, or make himself seem unknowable and superior. It's honestly very telling that when given the choice John will name most things biblically or classically. It does partially feel like he's desperately scraping to preserve something of his childhood and the home he destroyed (especially with the renaming of Gideon to the Māori translation Kiriona, but... well, he literally renamed her and made her into a walking corpse teenage soldier so :/), but when you look at how he deploys earth culture on the whole, it usually becomes weird and imperialistic and weaponised. He's not really preserving lost art, he's selectively using it for his own agenda, and he's often using the two biggest things that were ever co-opted by conservatives and imperialists, the classical world and biblical convention.

[batbabydamian]

A Quick Guide to Damian’s Furry/Feathered/Scaled Companions

LEFT: R:SOB #1 Cover RIGHT: R:SOB #6

GOLIATH THE BAT DRAGON

Introduced in: ROBIN: SON OF BATMAN (2015) #1

DAMIAN'S BABY AND BEASTY BESTIE!! On a mission during the Year of Blood, Damian kills the family of bat dragons guarding his objective. Goliath, despite being the youngest and last of his kind, forgives Damian. Goliath goes on to become one of Damian's most loyal companions, even featuring beside him in Batman Beyond (2016) #10, #11, #43-#47!

LEFT: B&R #13 RIGHT: B&R #4

TITUS THE DOG

Introduced in: BATMAN AND ROBIN (2011) #2

A Great Dane gifted to Damian from Bruce as an effort in fatherhood. Funny enough, Damian finds him a nuisance at first and briefly refers to him as "Dog". Titus is a good boy that follows Damian's every step, even joining Bruce on his mission to resurrect Damian!

LEFT: Batman Inc #1 RIGHT: Batman Inc #7

BAT-COW THE COW

Introduced in: BATMAN INCORPORATED (2012) #1

Bat-Cow, branded with a star signifying which cattle were contaminated, was saved from a slaughterhouse to run some tests (which they do find of a mind control variety). Damian declares himself a vegetarian, and calls her Bat-Cow! She also sorta has a running gag of literally standing in the face of danger to save the day.

LEFT: Batman Inc #6 RIGHT: Batman Inc #7

ALFRED THE CAT

Introduced in: BATMAN INCORPORATED (2012) #6

Considered a "hopeless case" by the animal shelter, Alfred gifts him to Damian. The cat is a bold lil guy, which Damian takes an immediate liking to, and names him Alfred (likely because tuxedo cat = butler lol). After hours of chicken, playtime, and scratches, Damian and Alfred become friends! He makes his first appearance alongside Damian’s first appearance as Batman in BATMAN (1940) #666

LEFT: Batman: Li'l Gotham #2/#1 RIGHT: Batman: Li'l Gotham #23/#12

*JERRY THE TURKEY

Introduced in: BATMAN LI'L GOTHAM (2012) #2 (Digital) #1 (Printed)

The Penguin unleashes an army of turkeys at the Gotham Thanksgiving parade which Damian turns into his own li'l turkey march by playing the trumpet. He ends up bringing one of them back for Thanksgiving dinner (as a friend), and Jerry becomes a fairly regular appearance in the world of Li'l Gotham!

*WIGGLES THE DRAGON

Introduced in: NIGHTWING (2016) #42

A sort of filler issue where Damian has been kidnapped for his blood by the "Crimson Kabuki" in Tokyo, and Dick goes through a series of boss battles to save him. The dragon's blood has been the group's main source of power, so it ends up teaming with the duo, and returns home with them.

Wiggles was originally named by a fan, "Shanootnoot" on Twitter!

*Goliath, Titus, Bat-Cow, and Alfred the cat have been Damian's main canon cast of furry companions, but SUPER-PETS SPECIAL: BITEDENTITY CRISIS (2024) may have just added Jerry and Wiggles!!

[digitalmyyth]

Hey wait a minute—

[ciderjacks]

despite Laios low self esteem making him think that if he’d been eaten, Chilchuck and Marcille wouldn’t have helped Falin,

theres a small part of me that thinks the reason Chilchuck stayed with the party and went back in the dungeon in the first place was because he didn’t want to leave Laios alone. That Laios was moreso the reason he stayed.

[abstractfrog]

SILVER BLAZE PART THREE - happy jonkday everyone. one of these days i'll draw a scene that doesn't take place at night

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

i don’t think there’s a better example of leftist antisemitism than the time i was explaining antisemitism i had personally experienced and was told “i’m sorry that upset you but also it makes sense to say that. you should read theory”

[thedreadvampy]

Losing my shit about this article in which a transphobic Tory was so busy panicking about existing in the vicinity of a Trans that she almost certainly misheard "jeans" as "penis" and decided that not only was this a problem with the other woman, but also that the world must be informed of this pressing danger.

"a trans woman! I had to stand directly behind her....I thought, 'this is going well', I'm handling The Situation fine'..."

translated: I saw a tall woman with broad shoulders. How would I get out of this alive? I thought. she has a PENIS. PENIS PENIS PENIS. through some force of PENIS I mean will I managed to PENIS behave normally towards her. My hands were PENIS PENIS PENIS shaking as I tried to dry them. summoning up all my PENIS courage I said 'dryer's crap innit'. she turned to me and said " yeah I'm just goiPENIS PENIS PENIS"

It's been a week and I'm still shaking. This proves trans women are the problem and I'm not weird. I'm fine. It's fine. If you think about it I'm the hero hePENIS!!!!!

very this

[ozuzo]

🎮 Multitasking 🎮 (my part of an art trade with @hivepixels 🖤)

[mobblespsycho100]

smth so good abt labru besides the obvious thing (narrative foils) is also the fact that laios is such an open book / wears his heart on his sleeve and honest down to earth guy that he just loops back around to being unpredictable . like the fuckin, “its not even a monster??” laios fav food reveal is such a funny bit because like . okay. its hilarious that kabru who’s whole thing is being able to read people super well and remember all these details abt them is just so utterly blind when it comes to laios. hes like shooting a dart everywhere and it hits the general direction but at the same time the trajectory is just so off because laios does something bizarre that kabru has to reorient his chart of “stuff abt laios touden” and scramble things around. its like a game. a flow chart of . whatever the fuck

basically Kabru, the guy who knows everything there is to know about everyone. V.S this enigma who isn’t even that mysterious just autistic and easily misunderstood

[goldenmorningglory]

am I the only one still laughing about monty's name. like there's Monty. and then there's this snake, a python if you will.

Esther's pets are monty python

[ashthewaterghoul]

As someone with dissociative issues, I cannot shut up about how much I love Copia’s dissociation in RHRN.

Just that flat-out refusal to accept the horrible facts of life (in this case Sister dying). His mind trying to manifest the reality he wishes for, and the confusion as he slowly sees what’s actually happening again.

The way how confused he is when he’s suddenly changed into his black robes.

The hazy way he sees reality and his own imagination blending (Sister being tended to by a doctor while he tries to ignore it).

The. Fucking. Balloon. Sequence.

Copia wants away from his problems, so his mind flies him away until he literally crashes back into reality.

The balloon was great way to show it bc I know when my issues start, it does feel like I’m floating, like I’m in a different realm to the rest of the world.

I love it all and how it was done. Tobias Forge, you are a GENIUS.

[karda]

his ass is not listening ❗❗❗

[viviarts-c]

human!radioapple Titanic AU anyone?

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