#aside from their solos

[call-me-oracle]

dickbabs post-rebirth reading list

*note - not all of these issues feature dickbabs together, some are just laments about the current situation of their relationship or them working as a team!

current ongoings

nightwing (2016-): issue #3, #10, #15, #44-47, #50-51, #54, #57-58, #68, #72-75, #77-; annual #1, annual #2, annual 2021, annual 2022, annual 2024

detective comics (2016-): issue #1047-1051, #1053-1058

batman (2016-): issue #99, #127-129, #136-138, #145-146, #148

batman: the brave and the bold (2023-): issue #4, #13

titans (2023-): issue #1-2, #6-7

catwoman (2018-): issue #45

former ongoings

batgirl (2016-2020): issue #7, #9, #14-17, #25, #27-28, #39, #44, #50

batgirls (2021-2022): issue #2-3, #7-8, #19, #12

batman: urban legends (2021-2023): issue #2, #6, #9, #22-23

the flash (2016-2023): issue #787

superman: son of kal-el (2021-2022): issue #10

limited series

dc vs vampires (2021-2022): issue #2-8, #10, #12

dark crisis on infinite earths (2022): issue #3

titans: beast world: issue #1-6

the boy wonder (2024): issue #1

event tie-ins

dc vs vampires: hunters: issue #1

titans: beast world tour - gotham: issue #1

knight terrors: nightwing: issue #1-2

anthology issues

dark nights: death metal - the last stories of the dc universe: issue #1

dc's how to lose a guy gardner in 10 days: issue #1

[hinamie]

playing around w slightly different hair renders

[homosexualizingprobably]

Solo rend is scary, masked makes good company <3

[thedreadvampy]

my friend invited me to go with them to a show tonight

and the thing is it was not good. it was a cabaret with some amazing circus acts but each of them got like. 5-10 minute slots. and were interspersed with 20+ minutes EVERY TIME of some of the most tedious standup work I have ever seen from the MC and the same 5 physical comedy bits repeated ad nauseum. this guy literally did a Borat bit. in the year of our lord 2024. he sang 2 entire rounds of the Family Guy theme.

and it just KEPT GOING. it was meant to be a 90 minute show, which imo is already a slog for a show starting at 11:30PM but within the bounds of reasonable. it finished. at fucking 1:50 AM. ALMOST TWO AND A HALF HOURS OF THIS SHIT. and it did not help that the 5 bits were all of the 'OH NO SOMETHING HAS DISRUPTED THE SHOW' variety which is funny for a bit, less funny when you're literally 45 minutes past the end of your scheduled finish and still fucking going.

HOWEVER. what I did not realise was that this was in fact. my friend's favourite comedian. and if I had known this I might not have gathered up my stuff and walked out during the curtain call and probably would not have announced on the way out, 'that was the most tedious fucking thing I have ever endured.' and I almost certainly, when someone overheard me complaining about the length and tedium and said 'yeah it ran a bit long huh,' have replied, at the actual near-shouting top of my voice, "I AM GOING TO KILL MYSELF."

I feel. bad for spoiling the show for them.

in my defence I have been very tired this week, I got home at 2:30 AM, and raked seating really hurts my hips so I was in agony by the end of the first hour. but mostly I'm just a bitch who loves to hate tbh.

[moeblob]

(throws them into a modern AU)

So since Ymber wouldn't be a deity there are some things he lacks physically - such as no pointed ears and no bright blue undertones to his hair. Just the basic blue. (does he dye it in a modern AU ? who knows) Also while he doesn't have a collar to symbolize his servitude to humans I still think he should have a choker.

I had some help a while back brainstorming how there would be some form of "superior" dynamic could still exist and I really liked the idea given that he's a famous architect. (he does design all constructs for his city as a deity so it checks out - he likes buildings) And Deacon just admires all the guy's works and never expects to run into him but of course they do! Gotta have a very awkward "oh it's you I'm going to melt into the earth" and "I have no idea who you are but we should hang out".

Sooo Deacon still just really admires Ymber and feels like they're on totally different levels and doesn't understand why Ymber would want to associate with him since he's just a "boring human".

[arabian-batboy]

Can you rank your fave to least fave batfamily members?

That's hard for me to do, since the ranking change all the time, but if hypothetically speaking all of them had solo books released on the same exact day and all of them had well-written plot-lines that I enjoy by their best writer. Then in-order of whose comic I would buy first, it will be:

Damian (imo he can carry a 300+ issues long book on his own if given a writer that actually likes him/cares about his character)

Jason (again, only if he hypothetically had a well-written story out, which would be a miracle, but a very enjoyable-to-read miracle)

Cassandra (her and Damian have the most intricate internal-development and you can do so much with her character)

Stephanie (my favorite Batgirl, but we haven't seen enough of her as a main-character to get me excited enough to buy her book before the 3 above her)

Dick (kinda biased since most of his best stories are with other characters, but if there was a truly-solo Nightwing story on the same level as them, then I would buy it 5th)

Duke (I will definitely bump him a rank or two if DC bothered showing us his full-potential)

Bruce (I'm just tired of him)

Barbara (nothing personal, but unless she's Oracle, then I don't want to see her in anything)

Tim (I'm not spending money to read about how he's so much better/smarter than everyone else and how he never did anything wrong in his life for 32 pages straight)

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2023. ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE by Gabriel García Márquez.

Currently reading! This has been languishing on the TBR for a While™ and came highly recommended by a bookstore coworker. I'm only a couple chapters in, so far, and the family tree is ~Messy~, but the prose is lyrical and lovely!

[little-shadow-club]

The fucking feeling of noticing that they are trying to connect Arise's worldbuilding with Ragnarok's like who gave them the right to pass on sticky notes during these crucial abou to meet Jinchul moments.

[dreamertrilogys]

*most of them r my close friends whomst i trust

** all valuables/breakables would be put away in locked bedrooms upstairs beforehand + the only stainable furniture moved away

[mymarifae]

me because everyone on twitter is talking about how good vbs' new special in-story song is but i don't like it

[dennisboobs]

do you guys ever sit and remember that dennis takes a mental health day is an episode that exists

[yessu]

rarrrghrhguruhrgrrrh i want to stop feeling alooonneee i want something to DO. wrist hurt so i can't draw. I've been playing a lot of palia and enjoy it but none of my friends play it and i'm sick of solo rn because i'm running out of content. so much energy but absolutely no drive

[dark-elf-writes]

I forgot that after the whole thing with Solas if you have the Vallaslin removed the only people who talk about it outside of party banter are Sera and Josephine and neither conversation is the most comforting. Like my poor Inquisitor just got their entire world rocked and dumped in like five minutes someone please acknowledge them

[zhakyria]

Ben found himself floating above a colorful village surrounded by dense, dark green jungle. He knew this was a dream, and yet it did not feel like his usual dreams nor did it feel like the frequent nightmares that plagued his sleep. There was a calm to this dream, a comfort, an acceptance like he’d never felt before.

He floated closer to the village. It was filled with all manner of people though the most common by far was an alien species he did not recognize. They were similar, in a way, to twi’leks, nautolans, or togruta, sporting several leku-like tendrils, and colorful skin tones decorated with unique patterns, but they had bone and scale-like plates covering their foreheads reminiscent of crowns. He wanted to explore this place, to taste all the different foods he could smell from the various street vendors that lined the main thoroughfare. He floated just above the roofs of the lowest buildings and something within the dream stopped him from getting closer. He grumbled a colorful word he’d heard one of the other students say under his breath.

A shuttle flew low over his head and landed at the small pad located at the far side of the village. It wasn’t a model he recognized, it was painted black and had wings that folded from horizontal into vertical position as it landed, similar to the old Imperial transports.

He drifted closer to that end of the village until he bounced off another invisible barrier. He rolled his eyes and stopped. He watched as two men departed the shuttle. One dressed in all black with a helmet trimmed in silver. He felt familiar to Ben, but darker than anyone he’d ever met. This man walked with a heavy stride, like he wanted people to know he was coming. The people avoided him, flowing around him like water flowing around a stone in the river. Ben couldn’t tell if it was just the man’s presence or a trick of the Force that he was using.

The other man was dressed in a military uniform. Not too dissimilar to those worn by the old Imperials. This man had red hair and pale skin, a stark contract against the black of his uniform. Though Ben could not hear what the two were discussing, he got the impression that the man in uniform was frustrated, annoyed at the man in the helmet, though his gait never faltered from the military precision he moved with. What stuck with Ben the most, however, were the piercing blue-green eyes that watched the crowds around them with cold calculation.

Ben felt a pull to this man he’d never experienced before. It tickled his curiosity. The man felt like a black hole, pulling and devouring everything before him and yet, there was a calmness about him. The type of calmness one only felt in the middle of a mountain forest during the depths of winter. His companion on the other hand felt like a wild monstrous beast stalking the shadows with blood and ash following in his wake. Where one fascinated Ben, the other frightened him.

The scene faded and turned to night. Ben stood at the edge of a clearing. At the center was a crackling campfire. Children sat around it on log benches while an older alien sat before them. His skin pastel yellow skin faded to almost grey, his face wrinkled with years of laughter. Adults of all species stood or sat on the outskirts of the fire’s glow, included the two men from earlier. The helmeted and cloaked man leaned against a tree, he appeared relaxed but there was tension to his shoulders and crossed arms. The other man stood nearby; he fiddled with the cuffs of his uniform and had a thin line to his lips. He glared at his surroundings and pointedly avoided looking at his companion.

The old story teller was speaking and realizing that he could hear and understand the elder, Ben crept closer, taking an empty seat on one of the benches with the other children.

“Long ago, well before the Empire cast it’s shadow over the galaxy, well after the fall of the Sith Empire, a lost son of our world returned. He had never stepped foot upon our soil, his family stolen generations before his time.

“His body bore the marks of many wars and the color had faded from his scales with age. Yet he did not come with weapon in hand. He came to listen and wander the wilds. He spent days out in the jungle, we warned him to respect it, or it would chew him up.” The elder made chomping motions with his hands towards the nearest kids, who squealed and giggled. He smiled. “The lost son would nod and thank us for the warnings. He always returned.

“He spoke little of his past, but even here, untouched and overlooked by Empires and Republics alike we knew him. Few of our kind walk the stars. Fewer still are known to lead the Knights of Ren. To us he was legend, yet when ask who he was, the lost son would only smile sadly and say ‘I’m a lost soul seeking a long forgotten place.’

“We interrogated him: Were you a thief, a marauder, a raider, a warrior, a defender, or protector? For travelers had spoken of the Knights and few agreed on what they were, surely their leader would have the answer.

“’All of that, and more.’ the lost son replied. He never spoke of it again.

“Before he left this world, he gave a message to the Elder of our Village. ‘One seeking the past will arrive here. His coming will herald a great flood of darkness that will leave no world untouched. Aid him. Or be swallowed by Chaos.’”

The elder and the listening children faded away and Ben found himself on a path leading to a carved stone mausoleum somewhere deep in the jungle. It was raining. He stepped closer, his heavy boots squelching the mud beneath their soles. The cemetery was well cared for, but felt ancient. The hairs a the back on his neck stood on end. Shadowy figured watched from the periphery of his vision.

When he reached the mausoleum door, he reached out, not with his bare hand but a gloved one and pushed open the door. Something called to him from within the crypt. Something he needed to find. It tugged at him. He stumbled against the steps. He looked down and his body glad in black robes and armor, thick murky ooze grasping at his legs.

He struggled but it only tightened its grip, yanking him down. He reached out with the Force but felt nothing. The ooze rolled over him; it covered his face, filled his lungs. He cried out but no sound emerged.

Ben jolted awake, his bed sheets twisted and tangled around his body. His heart pounded and he gasped for air. The dream quickly fading as he grasped to remember what he saw before the nightmare took hold, but it was gone. The only thing he remembered were piercing blue-green eyes.

He untangled himself and rolled up into a sitting position. He rubbed his hand across his face and through his damp hair. He sighed. It was going to be another hot and humid summer day. He glanced out his only window to see the warm glow of the sun brightening the horizon.

“Kriff…” He flung what remained of his bedsheets off and bolted to the basin of water to wash up. It was warm, but he didn’t have time to cool it, something he’d only recently learned how to do with the Force.

He was scheduled to help Lena in the kitchens before morning meditation. Normally, he would jog for 15 minutes before hand. It usually helped him meditate, now he’d be lucky to avoid his Uncle’s chastisement for falling asleep during meditation, but nothing compared to being berated by Lena if he burned the porridge again because he dozed off. He pulled his summer robes over his head, snatched up his wooden practice blade, and ran out the door.

[deus-ex-mona]

i think these two should kiss

[inspjavert]

the thing that a lot of people do not get is that javert is a certified YAPPER

that man does not shut the fuck up