#a case of spirits

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Peter Lovesey - A Case of Spirits - Macmillan - 1975 (cover photograph by Steve Puplett)

[daikaiju-arts]

“I can’t believe I forgot my name. He almost took it from me.”

“If you completely forget it, you’ll never find your way home.”

[clockwayswrites]

5 Times the JL Learned Batman was Married and the 1 Time They Met the Spouse.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Four.

Clark stood up and positioned himself between the door and his injured teammate before it even opened, though not much before. His own delayed reaction made sense when it opened to show one of Batman’s teammates. While for the longest the League had thought Batman ‘worked alone’, they were now aware of there being a variety of heroes in Gotham, even if they were far from sure how many there might be or who those heroes were.

Nightingale was a notable exception what with his influence on the newest generation of heroes.

The young man flashed Clark a cheery smile and a little two finger wave. The motion almost distracting with the bright blue that marked the fingers.

“Hey Supes, I got notified that B was laid up.”

Clark paused. “You did?”

“Yep, I’m down as B’s emergency contact for Justice League matters. Feel free to confirm it if you want,” Nightingale said and leaned against the door frame with an easy shrug. “That’s exactly the sort of paranoia that B would approve of.”

It really was was, Clark thought. He grabbed the tablet that he had been using and pulled up Batman’s personnel file. It was a sparse file, of course, but clear as day Nightingale listed was next to ‘emergency contact’. Under his name as an alternative was ‘Condor’.

“Who’s Condor?”

“Me,” rumbled the man who stepped up behind Nightingale. He wasn’t as tall as the other hero, but he was broad. His lower face was covered in some sort of sleek gas mask, though Clark’s focus was pulled to the red lenses of the domino mask.

He certainly made for an intimidating figure.

Nightingale rolled his eyes. “Dramatic.”

Condor just shrugged. “I’m here to be the muscle.”

Clark’s brow furrowed. “For… what?”

“Oh, we’re taking B home!” Nightingale, well, chirped and pushed himself off the doorway.

Clark stepped in the way. “Batman needs to stay under medical supervision.”

“We know. We’re taking him to the Batcave. There’s a full medical set up there and we already have Batman’s personal doctor on hand to look him over,” Nightingale said as he smoothly edged his way around Clark. “Not that we don’t think you all have done your best! Just that way we’ll have his status for our files and he can recover at home.”

“Besides, you don’t want you-know-who to get wind that B is laid up like this and come storming the castle,” Condor said and came to take the other end of the medical bed.

Nightingale gave an over-the-top shudder. “Yeah, best to avoid that, he’s not having a good week already.”

“I, no, I don’t know who,” Clark said with a frown, though he did finally step out of their way. He couldn’t really tell them no, they did have control over Batman’s care. Still, he carefully watched them undo the clasps that would let them take off the top of the bed like a stretcher.

Condor lifted his end of the bed. “B’s husband, of course. Guy’s a little protective.”

“A little?” Nightingale asked as he pivoted with his end of the bed so they could start walking. “Calling him ‘a little’ protective is like calling what happened on Monday a ‘little’ multidimensional incident.”

Condor shrugged, the bed shifting a little with the motion, though it barely rocked Batman. “Okay, so maybe he’d rewrite the world for B if it came to it. That’s exactly why we’re getting B back to the Cave where he can be safe and settled before his paramour gets back from dealing with that ‘little’ multidimensional incident.”

“Right,” agreed Nightingale. “Thanks for looking after him, Supes!”

“You’re welcome?” Clark replied as the two heroes left the room, Batman carried between them.

[hollytree33]

Mythal walked out of the sea of the Earth’s tears

[ef-1]

In honour of the last race of the season, here are some respectful moments from 2023 🩷

[jadecantcreate]

gideon sketch i couldnt help but color and render — a little wink (at kremy, naturally)

[starry-bi-sky]

jason and danny childhood friends au memes (mild spoilers)

[ghoul--doodle]

Ace attorney scribblin’

[sammakesart]

Solas sure is enamored with Lavellan’s spirit for a guy who wasn’t once a spirit himself.

[ladydraculena]

Day 2: Discover

[cheriboms]

[spite] has entered the chat >:P

[thatwavephenomenon]

The sanitization in Veilguard did not only erase a lot of the things which we were told about in the three previous games, like the major issue of slavery in Tevinter or the dark side of the Crows. I believe it also prevented the elements which were developed in this game from being more fleshed out. Take the Mourn Watch and more largely the cultural practises surrouding death in Nevarra for example. We know that for Nevarrans burning a body is shocking for multiples reasons. But do they treat the remains of their people differently depending on who they were? There are some hints which indicate that the bodies of nobles are given special honors. Remembering how much elves are discriminated, do they also make differences between humans and city elves for example? Also don't the Nevarran elves, dwarves and qunari have some other cultural practises of their own on the side? How do Nevarran surface dwarves feel about the knowledge that they will (probably) be respected in their deaths, when the dwarves of Orzammar keep telling them that they are not worth being remembered because they will never be connected to the Stone?

[canisalbus]

i've returned for 2 seconds to tell you that they're not leaving my head. (sort of unrelated but i've been thinking as well. what if vasco died before machete ? what would go down)

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[satsuha]

bunger time 🍔

[taitavva]

Necessary Precautions for the Preservation of Evidence

[tw: blood]

[bionicboxes]

Give the comfort you never got (as seen on TV)