#PRESIDENTAL ALERT

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Brother of my Brother (Infinite Crisis - Bad End) pt4

Tim in a rolly chair, what crimes against space-time and the natural order will he commit?

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4

Tim spins around in front of the Batcave's monitors not really looking at anything in particular and letting his head just float.

Nature vs nurture. Conner had been born and mostly grown in a test tube (metaphorically speaking at least, literally more like a multi-million life support tank), with most of his early social interactions being Tim, Cassie, Bart, Superman, and Gram and Gramps Kent. If he was re-cloned and exposed to that same stimulus (but better because they wouldn’t be blind-siding Supes this time) he'd basically be the same person right?

It would be like, -it would be like he'd just lost his memories, but he'd still be back and be Conner. A happier Conner even, knowing that he was born because he'd been wanted as a friend, comrade, brother, and  son rather than just a living, breathing monument to Luthor's Superman fetish as Conner himself had once bitterly put it.

Tim does another spin his head tilted back to look at the Cave's ceiling. Up in the darkness above, chittering bat eyes reflect back the harsh, artificial light of the Batcomputer's monitors. They probably had space for the lab set-up down here.

Tim spins again in his chair.

Cloning wouldn't work on Steph or Dick though.

Well, actually cloning them be a hell of a lot easier both in terms of getting a good DNA sample (Bruce definitely had those on file), and cause they were baseline humans not a lab-constructed mix of Kryptonian-human-whatever else Luthor'd needed to throw in to make it work DNA.

A human clone would grow up too slow though, and he had no way to perfectly replicate their original environments outside of some sort of Mad Hatter-esque dream machine. Tim wouldn’t even want to replicate their childhoods artificially; it would be straight up torture to make some poor innocent kid go through Steph's experience with her dad and Dick's witnessing his parents' murder - not to mention all the messed up stuff they'd had to deal with during their vigilante careers.

Tim wanted  his brother and Steph to come back, not to torture some little kid that shared their respective genetic sequences. Cloning was definitely a no-go for those two.

Tim lets his next spin in the chair leave him facing the computer's monitor and types in a couple of phrases to bring up everything they've got on the Lazarus Pits and any possibly related phenomenon.

Glowing green meteors that completely prevented aging like what had effected Vandal Savage. The immortality and resurrection potion that some say led to the birth of the Demon Nezha from the ancient general Li Jing's long-dead and much-beloved son. What they'd been able to dig up of Jason's case, and how his body had been awoken before he'd been dunked in those frothing green waters.

There's something here, something beyond the use of the Lazarus Pits as a method to prevent aging, heal severe injury, or bring back a near intact and recently deceased corpse. Taken together, there seems to be a way to activate their powers beyond how Ra's and the League of Assassins regularly use them. Tim chews on his tongue.

The thing was Tim was no expert on magic or mysticism, and didn't have a readily available team of experts through Wayne Enterprise on the subjects  like he did for anything related to biology or engineering. He'd need to somehow not only obtain sample of the Pit's waters but also locate masters in the schools of mysticism that had extensively studied that Lazarus Pits over centuries if Tim wanted to get anywhere with this, and that would be difficult. Anybody good guy enough to want to work with heroes would likely be against any attempts at raising the dead. Not to mention everyone knew how jealously Ra's guarded access to the Lazarus Pits, without Batman's help…

Tim bites harder on his tongue and considers alternatives. There had been other ways 'back from the dead', hadn't there? Ways that had more to do with messing with the multiverse - time travel, universe bending, and that sort of thing?

After all, they had two whole Kara's, with Super-girl and Power-girl running around. Also it was an open Justice League secret that the Flashes messed with the space-time continuum and the multiverse all the time. Heck, just look at Bart!

Of course, messing with the space-time continuum enough to bring back dead people, especially after the whole multi-verse crisis they'd just had was a pretty big ask - both in terms of needed power and in potential consequences. If things went wrong, they could go very, very wrong. Like erasing other people's existence or diverting history wrong.

Still, Tim could work around that sort of thing with enough effort. Calculate variables and rationalize cause-and-effect till he had the perfect plan. Change things just enough to save two people (Steph who was so, so wonderful, bright, and fiercely good despite everything life had thrown at her. Dick who was so much to Tim, to so many people, that his death by itself was massacre for all it had taken). Wally West was powerful enough for it, loved Dick enough that if Tim's plan was good enough he'd be able to convince him.

Okay, space-time-travel seemed more feasible than the Lazarus Pits, but Tim couldn't play this from just one angle. He'd send over snippets of the Cadamus documents they'd confiscated so long ago to their Waynetech people through Batman's usual channels to get started on building the machines needed to bring back Conner. In the meantime, he'd put out feelers to West and do more research into any phenomena that could lead him to an unguarded or unclaimed Lazarus Pit.

Plan in place and feeling more grounded and real than he has since Batman left, Tim starts pulling up the necessary files.

A call from Oracle  shows up on the Batcomputer. He sends back a quick 'Busy' response.

Tim was likely going to have to do some world-traveling to find the necessary resources and experts. Who'd watch Gotham while he's gone though? Batman's not here (might never come back) and it's already hard enough keeping the lid on that. The second the city calms down from their latest near world-ending crisis and realizes the Dark Knight's not just busy tidying things up with the JLA but well and truly absent from his post, it will be chaos.

Gotham needs Batman, Batman needs Robin, and the real one is dead. The house of cards they've built as the city's protectors tumbling down around their ears.

(Just for now though.

Tim can fix this.

 He'll bring back Conner and his team will be alright. He'll bring back Steph and Cass will return and stop isolating herself. He'll bring Dick back home, just like Tim had done to earn the right to be Robin, and his big brother will either fix Bruce or step back in as Batman again.

Tim can fix this.)

Oracle rings again, and Tim sends back another 'Busy'.

Who will be Batman and keep Gotham from burning down around their ears in the meantime though? Tim certainly can't. Not only will he be busy trying to get back Conner, Steph, and Dick,  but he can barely be Robin somedays. He saw how heavy the cowl weighed on Bruce and Dick, how Azrael couldn't handle it…

Oracle's green, glowing icon takes over his screen and her  voice rings out through the Batcave. "Robin, don't you dare ignore me! I have access to the Batcave's computer, and I can see you sitting there."

Tim releases the bite he'd had on his tongue swallowing down the sharp iron taste of blood. It's a challenge not to snap at Barbara, "Oracle, I was planning my next move. Is this an emergency?"

Tim can tell he wasn't successful at not sounding annoyed, as the Oracle icon on his screen takes on a harsh expression. With Bruce having left them saying he has to go think about if there even should be a Batman after this, and with her sometimes boyfriend but always friend dead, Barbara hasn't been in the best of moods either.

"Do you think I'd be over-riding your computer like this if it wasn't an emergency?" Oracle responds in a dangerous tone.

Tim shakes his head, "Sorry, no. Ready for report." He trusts Barbara. In many ways she's as much of a mentor to him as Dick. Whereas his brother had taught Tim fighting and balance and how to keep cool under pressure, Barbara had focused on passing on her technical knowledge and information gathering skills.

(Sometimes, Tim thinks of his iteration of Robin as a hero born of Nightwing's kindness and grace, Oracle's skill and wit, Batman's justice and commitment. Goal posts set-up not just by those who've previously held the mantle but by seeing the best qualities of the people who've taught him. That's the sort of hero an inheritor of the title of Robin should be, and what he works towards.)

"Well brace yourself, because it isn't good." Oracle voice gets hard, like Joker-broke-out-of-Arkham hard. Whatever she's about to say is gonna be really bad. Tim braces himself, already flipping through memorized 'worst-case-scenario with Batman out of commission' plans Bruce had developed and drilled into him.

"We have reports from the police about sightings of a vigilante that appears to be Nightwing in the Narrows."

For one, single weightless second, Tim feels is so relieved he could cry. His big brother is back! Bruce will come home, everything will be -

It crashes, bleeding and bloody on the ground a second later, as reality and most likely probabilities work there way into his brain.

"Copycat? Illusion? Clayface?" Tim grits out, understanding the brittle nature of Oracle's tone better now. Those sorts of things are insulting to the extreme when the person being imitated is alive, like this, it tips over into desecration. Though given the nature of Gotham's rouges, it's not surprising they'd do this sort of thing, hit where it really, really hurts, if they’ve learned that Nightwing is gone.

Whoever it is must be relatively new or not afraid of the Bats though. Tim knows that Bruce left anybody who so much as breathed the word 'Robin' in the ICU and often permanently injured the first year after Jason's death.

Or worse, they know Batman isn't here to deliver a beatdown, and this is just to torture the remaining Bats. Oracle, all-knowing but now physically confined to her Clocktower, and the current Robin, clever and cautious but lacking the graceful skill of the first and reckless bravado of the second. Their current line-up is all the brains but lacking quite a bit of brawn without Bruce, Cass, or Dick.

"Too wet out right now for Clayface. It's actually affecting the environment so that discounts an illusion." Something deadly and low filters itself into Oracle's voice, "And if it's a copycat, then it's a bad one. Whoever it is, he's killing people."

Cold frustration sparks in Tim's chest, a match for the deadly frost of Oracle tone. He understands the concept of a mantle, that they become something more than themselves when they wear their uniforms. Batman was the Dark Knight that wielded fear and relentlessness to keep Gotham's own darkness at bay, whether it was Dick or Bruce wearing the cowl. Robin was hope and the promise that past the darkness of the night tomorrow would be a better day, whether it had been the original's fearless cheer or Tim's own stubbornness making that promise. Nightwing has only ever been Dick, but he's still made that identity larger than life, greater than just himself.

Oracle's green icon-face (her own digital mask) disappears from the screen and is replaced by grainy security footage showing an unfamiliar man in familiarly patterned black-and-blue fighting what looks to be gang activity in the Narrows. The bold deep-blue bird with wings spread across the costume's chest, the man's dark hair and the confident way he easily takes downs his opponents do at first all scream "Nightwing!", but it falls easily apart on closer look.

Whoever this pretender is, he looks wrong. His hair's a dark reddish-brown and curling where it catches the harsh-streetlights instead of true blue-black waves. His shoulders are too broad and he's too tall, built like a brawler not a aerialist, which is reflected in the way he fights. Effective, sure, but he's throwing punches more than kicks, blocks more than dodges, and he's using a single escrima stick like a baton or cudgel. Even the impostor's expression is off - smiling but not in a way that makes him seem happy, more likes he's bearing his teeth in a snarl than expressing glee.

It's obviously Nightwing, but not at all an attempt at pretending to be the real Nightwing.

Sort of like how Tim doesn't try to pretend to be the same Robin as Dick or, god forbid, as Jas-

"Is that -" the realization comes out of Tim as a hissed question. Surely, no matter how thoughtless, no matter how reckless, stupid, unthinking, ruining-everything again idiotic!

"So you thought so too." Oracle's voice is wry, almost exhausted in a way the indomitable Barbara Gordon never sounds, "Seems our prodigal son isn't done borrowing mantles just yet."

[turoce]

AIR RAID PRELIMINARY WARNING???

FUCKIN HELL

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presidental alert the girls are fighting

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Tongues and Teeth

A post Dishonored 2/DOTO, Billie X Emilly Comic

CW: None

Part 1: The Blade Verbena

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Artist's notes:

Presidental alert: the girls are fightinggggggggggg!!!!!!!!

Oh wow it's been a while since I last updated but I finally got around to finishing these pages so yay me.

I hate drawing fighting scenes! and yet! I have lots of action scenes to draw. Woe is me and all that bullshit

I gotten back to working on my own graphic novel and other things. It's tough to juggle so many things but god I fucking love making comics.

I started working on another dishonored comic. Oops.

Thank you's !!! <3 I loved reading the tags pls keep them coming

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no-light-left-on, kiwiwinjindouche for the fun tags <33333

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Entire Brazilian State of Amazonas gripped by drought

The entire state of Amazonas has been gripped by a severe drought, with most municipalities (60) in a state of emergency and 2 in a state of alert, Agencia Brasil reported. The El Niño phenomenon has been linked to the ongoing crisis.

The severe drought in Amazonas now affects all 62 municipalities in the state, according to the bulletin released by the state Civil Defense on Thursday (26). There are 60 municipalities in a state of emergency, with Presidente Figueiredo and Apuí, previously in a state of normality, now in a state of alert. So far, 608,000 people and 152,000 families have been affected by this year's drought.

According to the bulletin, between January of this year and October 25, 18,170 outbreaks of heat were recorded in the state, of which 2,500 were in the metropolitan region of Manaus. So far in October alone, there have been 3,368 hotspots, more than double the number recorded in the same period last year, when 1,335 hotspots were recorded.

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Anankos tries to hold back the cackle that threatens to escape his mouth, but he does not manage to for very long. How stunning indeed she was, once she shed that all too pure form! Now she truly was like him, a monster inside and out. If she remained like this, perhaps he would allow her to call him Father, so long as she was willing to serve his every will.

"Yes... you are much more beautiful like this, little bluebird. Clearly, you were always meant to be like this! Whoever created you... they did a shoddy job with your nonhuman form. A mere fish is far from good enough for someone as powerful as you are now! This is what you should have been all along!!" His laughter echos amongst the trees, into the air of the forest, as if it could carry for miles and those who heard it would bow down and laugh with their king. He runs a hand across the girl's now monsterous form, mirth continuing to play across his lips. Though, the message she projects does not escape his ears, his mouth quickly falling into a frown.

"Hah? JOIN you?! I would never submit to such a beastly form! I am a god, and a king! I would not demean myself so by allowing myself to transform like you have, servant girl!"

(Lilith transforms! I am bad at transformation scenes, but still under a read more just in case.)

It is hopeless. Lilith feels her form warping, her magic no longer her own. She was always weak, relying on someone else’s power. The form Moro granted her thus falls out of her grasp. The stones promise release, as long as she gives up. Her father will accept her, and love her. It will be as easy as going to sleep…

She closes her eyes, and that is the last of what Lilith thinks. The stones provide no magic, instead changing what is already there, just as Moro had long ago. But this is no divine intervention, and it shows. The red patterns on her split, each forming a small eye that catches the light and focuses on the one before her. The only stone which may now decorate her skin is the one still firmly attached to her hand, though it sinks into it, allowing her to remain balanced despite its presence. Limbs stretch grotesquely to match her growing size- the bright blues and whites that decorate her fins fade as they sharpen, losing her childlike helplessness.

She remains small, comparatively, though no longer as easily held as her prior form. She stares at the man before her. He is not yet corrupted, but he is close, oh so close. All eyes focus on him, blinking one after the other. Join. Me.

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Presidental Alert: THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGG

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Zelenskyy alerta: tropas norte-coreanas na linha de frente

Kiev, Ucrânia, 26 de outubro de 2024 – Agência de Notícias Ukrinform – O presidente ucraniano Volodymyr Zelenskyy alertou que suas forças podem enfrentar um novo inimigo em breve. Ele espera que tropas da Coreia do Norte apareçam em “zonas de combate” já no domingo (27). Ucrânia, Estados Unidos e outros países ocidentais afirmam ter evidências de que a Coreia do Norte já enviou milhares de…

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PRESIDENTAL ALERT❗❗❗

Svarog is so...hwjsisksjssjsk I LOVE HIM AND I LUST FOR HIM, I'D DO HIM UNTIL THE WALLS COLLAPSE AND THE NEXT ARRIVAL OF CHRIST COMES

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Impresentabili

Il codice di autoregolamentazione delle candidature, ossia il decalogo approvato dalla commissione antimafia per tutte le competizioni elettorali, potrebbe essere sostituito dal più celebre titolo libro di Kundera “l’insostenibile leggerezza dell’essere”, dall’altrettanto acutissima riflessione del Lampedusa che parla per bocca dell’io narrante Don Fabrizio – “il nostro aspetto meditativo è quello del nulla che voglia scrutare gli enigmi del nirvana…”, o, per concludere, con il celebre aforisma sul nulla di S. Beckett – “niente è più reale del niente”.

Perché in fin dei conti di nulla si tratta. Di un vago codice che dovrebbe generare (in chi non è chiaro?), un alert di valenza etica, per candidati definiti pomposamente, impresentabili.

Fa persino sorridere, posto che per piangere non si hanno più le lacrime in e di questo miserrimo paese, le valutazioni della commissione antimafia (presidente tal Colosimo), che ritiene gli impresentabili in contrasto con il codice etico di autoregolamentazione, poiché hanno trascorsi per procedimenti giudiziari. Parrebbe che qualcuno/a, abbia persino un collaboratore/portaborse, condannato per mafia, come indicato dalla DDA a palazzo San Macuto, sede della commissione parlamentare per la vigilanza dei servizi radiotelevisivi, commissione antimafia, Copasir e ufficio parlamentare di bilancio.

Detto così farebbe sorridere, ma ribadisco, non vi sono più nemmeno le lacrime.

Un breve excursus storico, potrebbe aiutare per comprendere il disagio: l’aspirante a una carica pubblica nel mondo dell’antica Roma, detto petitor, dopo aver depositato ritualmente la sua candidatura, indossava come segno distintivo la toga candida, da cui l’appellativo di candidatus, cioè candido, per dimostrare la purezza e l’onestà della propria persona e le future oneste intenzioni del loro operato.

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being moots with bec is the best thing ever i get my gay little people blasted into my head every 10 seconds i think bec should be alllowed to make presidental alerts no limit forever

[kneedeepincynade]

Tell me a single Western nation, which has a shred of the friendship China has with the nations of Africa

The post is machine translated

Translation is at the bottom

The collective is on telegram

😍 深情厚谊 - Profonda Amicizia è l'espressione con cui si può riassumere il Rapporto tra la Repubblica Popolare Cinese e lo Stato d'Eritrea 💕

⭐️ Filippo Bovo - giornalista, analista e saggista per Le Nuove Vie del Mondo e Osservatorio Sette, si occupa da tempo dei Rapporti tra i due Paesi 🤝

🇪🇷 Partendo dalla Visita di Stato del Presidente Afwerki in Cina di quest'anno, e focalizzandosi sul 30° Anniversario dell'Indipendenza dell'Eritrea, il Compagno Filippo Bovo analizza nell'Articolo: "Cina ed Eritrea, un rapporto molto più che alla pari", la Storia della Lotta del Paese Africano per la Liberazione, fortemente legata all'esperienza rivoluzionaria della Repubblica Popolare Cinese, e la Cooperazione a Mutuo Vantaggio concretizzatasi nel 1993, che è via via cresciuta sempre di più 💕

💬 «Oltre alle questioni internazionali - scrive Filippo Bovo, il prossimo passo [per l'Eritrea] è implementare quella che si presenta ormai come una terza fase della sua storia: dopo il trentennio di lotta per la conquista dell'indipenza, ed il successivo trentennio, appena conclusosi, di lotta per preservarla dalle pretese egemoniche altrui, pagato con guerre, sanzioni ed allerta permanente, ora si può finalmente passare a quella tesa al suo sviluppo interno» ⭐️

🤔 Nell'articolo viene descritto, nel dettaglio, il Processo di Cooperazione tra i due Paesi, dalla 一带一路 alle singole visite del Presidente Afwerki presso gli stabilimenti di numerose Aziende Cinesi 🇨🇳

💬 «Possiamo dire che quanto visto in questi giorni sia stato il lieto ritrovarsi di due grandi civiltà amiche, dedite a portare avanti un loro percorso di mutuo rispetto e mutuo vantaggio, esemplare per ogni altra nazione del mondo», scrive il Compagno Bovo ✍️

😍 Un altro articolo di Filippo Bovo sul Rapporto tra Cina ed Eritrea è: "Da Pechino ad Asmara, il privilegiato rapporto tra Cina ed Eritrea", che analizza il Tema dell'Amicizia tra i due Paesi, focalizzandosi su quattro concetti fondamentali:

一 «Cina ed Eritrea sono "compagni che la pensano allo stesso modo" ⭐️

二 «Cina ed Eritrea sono "compagni in armi nella buona e nella cattiva sorte" ⭐️

三 «Cina ed Eritrea sono "partner in una cooperazione reciprocamente vantaggiosa" 🤝

四 «Cina ed Eritrea sono "amici legati nel cuore" 💕

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😍 深情厚谊 - Deep Friendship is the expression with which the relationship between the People's Republic of China and the State of Eritrea can be summarized 💕

⭐️ Filippo Bovo - journalist, analyst and essayist for Le Nuove Vie del Mondo and Osservatorio Sette - has long been involved in relations between the two countries 🤝

🇪🇷 Starting from the State Visit of President Afwerki to China this year, and focusing on the 30th Anniversary of Eritrea's Independence, Comrade Filippo Bovo analyzes in the Article: "China and Eritrea, a relationship much more than equal", the History of the African Country's Struggle for Liberation, strongly linked to the revolutionary experience of the People's Republic of China, and the Mutual Benefit Cooperation which took shape in 1993, which has gradually grown more and more 💕

💬 «In addition to international issues - writes Filippo Bovo, the next step [for Eritrea] is to implement what now presents itself as a third phase of its history: after thirty years of struggle for the conquest of independence, and the subsequent thirty years, just ended, of struggle to preserve it from the hegemonic claims of others, paid for with wars, sanctions and permanent alert, now we can finally move on to one aimed at its internal development" ⭐️

🤔 The article describes, in detail, the Cooperation Process between the two countries, from the 一带一路 to the individual visits of President Afwerki to the factories of numerous Chinese companies 🇨🇳

💬 «We can say that what we have seen in recent days has been the happy meeting of two great friendly civilizations, dedicated to pursuing their path of mutual respect and mutual advantage, exemplary for every other nation in the world», writes Comrade Bovo ✍️

😍 Another article by Filippo Bovo on the relationship between China and Eritrea is: "From Beijing to Asmara, the privileged relationship between China and Eritrea", which analyzes the theme of friendship between the two countries, focusing on four fundamental concepts:

一 «China and Eritrea are "like-minded comrades" ⭐️

二 «China and Eritrea are "comrades in arms in good times and bad" ⭐️

三 «China and Eritrea are "partners in mutually beneficial cooperation" 🤝

四 «China and Eritrea are "friends linked in the heart" 💕

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[sparxwrites]

five stages of grief percy de rolo in cr3:

whitestone!

PERCY DE ROLO!!!!!

He Would Not Fucking Say That

He Would Not Fucking Do That 4.5 PRESIDENTAL ALERT: the girls are fightingggggg 4.5.1 yas ashton get his ass 4.5.2 yas girl get ashton's ass 4.5.3 godspeed to talisin jaffe doing what he loves (being mean to percy)

percy de rolo legally belongs to me now im afraid