#a new sight

[maxillo]

The second comic installment of my Dave and Bambi AU, Devius Ex Machina. Click the read more to see the rest of the comic (pages 26-45), or here to read part 1 …

[devius-ex-machina]

At long last, part 2 of A New Sight is coming on Sunday, October 22nd at 7PM CST, wrapping up the first event of this story. See you then!

[anna-scribbles]

emma dupain cheng on the brain😽🎀

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[o0kawaii0o]

"What do you want?"

[datcravat]

It seems there's a new lawyer in town!!!

[hyunpic]

SKZ VLOG: HYUN.E’S HOELIDAY 9

[meat-fr]

"they're not graceful", "they're not elegant", "They're not angelic"

-and i took that personally (as a challenge!)

[fonmythenmetz]

The most powerful force user to ever live (smol)

[jadethirlvvall]

Ayo at ABC Times Square Studios

13/06/2024

[eyelinerandmcr]

all the influential emo artists of the 2000s are ovulating this week, or something

[xxcrystalinerose]

Supergiant is absolutely COOKING with their characterizations of Nemesis and Moros.

It's deliciously ironic how the embodiment of divine retribution, meter of justice and avenger of evil, is in possession of grade-school-rivalry level of pettiness against Melinoë. Unfairly taking out her frustrations on Mel (about something that can't be helped wrt. Mel's birthright too!). Regularly steals her lunch money so she can buy more stuff from Big Bro Charon. Forced into the passive position of standing guard at the Crossroads, preventing her from doing what she does best: actively punishing evil. Not to mention the hilarious occasional "I punch you once and I give you stuff. This is definitely a fair exchange" encounters.

On the other hand, the official Bearer of Bad News™, who sometimes engineered horrifying deaths because he and Sisters Dearest get bored on the job, feared and hated by all mortals, is an unfailingly polite, nice guy who doesn't know how to deal with niceties because barely anyone has ever been nice to him (even the Fates bully him sometimes). Receives one (1) gift and instantly suffers critical damage, afflicted with "Down Atrocious" status effect. Sometimes weirdly optimistic and willing to make the best of his time in the Crossroads, to the point of asking Hecate herself to teach him witch stuff.

TL;DR I love Nem and Moros very much and they have ruined my life. Good fucking food, Supergiant writers.

[maxillo]

The first comic installment of Devius Ex Machina, A New Sight, is on the way. The first half of it is coming soon and contains 23 pages. In it, Bambi finds something in Dave's secret basement, turning everything he thought he knew about his friend upside-down...

[botanyshitposts]

yeah im gonna be honest i did not anticipate the immense psychic damage i was taking on leaving my plant job to do two jobs and a certification that have nothing to do with plants, resulting in a net loss of 90% daily plant exposure. its horrible and i dont understand how anyone does this

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou, as much as he hated to admit it, liked hanging out with his friends. annoying as they may be, they always managed to have a good time that he could appreciate every now and then.

not now, though. not when they had invited you—his rival as a pro hero, someone who he fights with entirely too often. they say the streets are never repaired the same after you two try to go after the same villain, both peacocking, both trying to outdo the other. he can’t stand you.

but—but, it’s hard to hold much of a grudge when you look like that. clad in a white tee shirt and a pair of distressed jean shorts, laughing as you chuck a water balloon at Denki. your smile is big and genuine as you giggle when he nails you back, right on your flank. Bakugou’s too busy trying to memorize your smile, as he’s met too often with your snarl, when his entire face is suddenly soaked.

he pauses. everyone seems to except—except for you. no, instead, you double over in laughter, pointing at him, exclaiming that he now looks like an crazy ass Pomeranian getting its first bath. he’s eerily calm when he pads over to the bucket of water balloons, before he swings his arm back and decks you right back in the face with the cold water.

after that—it’s war. everyone seems to join in, but you two really have it out for each other. you hide behind Kirishima’s wide frame and Bakugou uses Deku as a human shield, too. you both keep throwing them at each other, and he’s determined to make you concede, call him the winner when—

was your shirt always see through? could he always see the curve of your bra—navy blue with a bit of lace on the bottom of it—and the pebbling of your nipples? the roundness of your breasts? how they move with every jump you take, every time you cheer, every time you make even the slightest movements?

“Pervert!” you exclaim when you notice where he’s staring, why he’s suddenly gone stock still, how your shirt is basically transparent at this point. you nail him in the face with another water balloon that he doesn’t even try to dodge. the coolness makes the heat of his cheeks die down just the tiniest bit, but Bakugou finds himself stomping off awkwardly, trying his damndest to hide his now raging boner.

(and maybe you two come to a truce after that? but only under the conditions that you get to see his the same way he saw yours? and maybe it goes a little further than just looking, but groping and biting and tugging and too many marks to completely cover up? maybe. who really knows?)

[dilfslayer1080p]

Shoving pipes up Benreys ass again sorry

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."