#batheads

[megiddo-ichi]

Important to know the difference.

Art by occultnstuff on twitter.

[anotheryogblog]

Happy Jingle Jam!

My 7th Jingle Cats is OUT NOW!

[spiderman616]

i wonder if the rise in popularity of "parker industries" spiderman or spiderman using a lot of gadgets in the comics and adaptations like marvel's spiderman and insomniac spiderman was correlated to anything batman related

[batman-real]

Shaved my head today

[emissary-of-dog]

@stardusttshowers

[fairylam]

Tagged by @batcastlesociety, thanks for tagging me.😊

Favourite color: black, gold

Last song: You Goddamned Bathead: Last Boss (アレンジバージョン）

Currently reading: The Requiem for Simon Belmont by simonsquest. Love to see poor simon.

Currently watching: some funny DND video on YouTube.

Currently craving: drawing my OCs. Although I don't upload them on Tumblr, i have draw a lot. Also a Firioniel from final fantasy ii postcard is on progress.

Coffee or tea: BOTH. I drink coffee as drinks and tea as water. Caffeine addiction maybe.

A hobby I’d like to try: I wanna do more exercise. However it's too tired after work.

An AU you’ve been plotting: Dracula beat Belmonts and let them become the pets. (I'm not sorry for this.)

I tag: @xemnas178 ,你如果還沒填過要不要來填著玩？

[auvaluciano631]

You can rip the "Joachim survives Lament of Innocence and becomes an ally to the Belmont clan" headcanon out of my cold, dead hands.

I also headcanoned Simon to have an intense hatred for bats, cause who else has the track "You Goddamned Bathead" in their game?

Referenced a friend's OC at the end, but you can imagine that being the mysterious woman from Simon's Quest. But that's between a friend and I.

[lonniemachin]

i can’t believe we’re back. I CAN’T BELIEVE WE’RE FUCKING BACK AGENT OF THE BATHEADS 🔙🔛🔝💪💪💪

[thereosheep]

Writober Days 4+5 - Lose your Head + Peer into the Darkness

Inspired by @/Stychu-stych cotltober prompts.

"Looking for something, handsome?"

Ron's soul almost left his body as he heard the high-pitched voice coming from behind him as he perused the office's storeroom. He wasn't doing anything... Too illegal, he was just... Curious. And on his break. And bored. So what was the harm in seeing what supplies the higher ups were keeping from them? A small amount of breaking and entering aside, of course.

In hindsight, he probably should have expected someone to be keeping watch over the room. The fact that it had no visible security cameras pointed at the door should have been a big warning that it wasn't as simple as it looked.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down and turned around, a big smile plastered on his face, "h-hey! Yes! I- well, I was looking for a new stapler, I think someone stole mine from my desk, and I... Thought..." but as he talked, he realized there was no one there. He looked downwards, thinking that maybe it was a mouse who spoke or other similarly smaller species compared to his over six-feet lion stature, or even someone's kid, but also coming up empty.

His claws scratched the back of his head. Was he starting to go crazy? But then the voice rang out again, "On the shelf, idiot," punctuation their words with a laugh.

Rob grumbled, looking to the direction of the voice to see a... Decapitated head...? On the shelf, inside some kind of glass jar.

It was a prop. Obviously. There was no way it could be anything but.

It had pink fur and candy-cane horns for fucks sake!

The hyper realistic eyes were... A choice. But there's no way anyone could have that spiral-looking pattern naturally-

The head's smile widened, and it's lips moved as it spoke, "you can scream now."

Rob didn't know at the time that the room was soundproof, and probably never would. But he would probably appreciate the fact that his scream was head by no one except the head in the jar.

The head's bat-like ears pined against its head and it grimaced, immediately shouting back "Cut it out! Do you have any idea how sensitive my ears are?! What do they teach you people nowadays?! How to play monopoly?!"

Rob panted as he tried to regain his breath, the head's comments bringing him out of his fear and into something resembling anger, "what-? You-?" he chuckled, nodding to himself, "right. Right... Great prank, by the way! You can come out now! You had your fun!"

"Ugh, you guys seriously have no imagination." the bathead grumbled, somehow shaking its head (itself?) from side to side in... Was that disappointment? "Why couldn't I be trapped in a jar during the witch hunts...? I'd at least be toasty if anyone found me..."

The lion moved towards the shelf, his panda picking up the jar and turning it this way and that, the head flopping around inside with nothing securing it to the bottom of the jar, "how do you turn off this thing...?"

"Ow! Hey! Rude!" the head used its tongue to right itself as the lion held it at an angle, "How would you feel if I asked how to kill you? And then shake d'you around like a maraca"

"You're not even alive! I can see the black cap at the base of your neck! You're just a prop!"

"Look again, bitch!"

"Why would I- Shit!"

"OW!"

The jar clacked against the floor as Rob dropped it, his hands shaking as he still stared at the pulsing mass of flesh at the base of the head's neck, something that definitely wasn't there before. He could see the blood pumping through closed off veins, the tube of the trachea tensing up and relaxing as the head breathed.

Rob's hands shook with fear, his eyes wide as he stared at the impossibility of nature laying at his feet. "what... the fuck are you?"

The head huffed, puffing up it's cheeks as it pouted, "well, now I don't feel like telling."

"you'll speak or- or..." his eyes darted around the store room, picking up a stapler that was nearby and raising it above the jar, "o-or I'll smash you in."

The head rolled its eyes, sticking out it's tongue at the lion, "well, if you must know, I'm Yoshalah. Disgraced goddess of Chaos." Silence filed the room as the lion stared dumbfounded at the head- Yoshalah, who was also the one to break it, "But call me Yosh. You?"

"R-Robbert- Wait, no. Don't change the subject. I'm asking the questions here." he shook the stapler at her in what was supposed to be a threatening motion, "And how I know you're telling the truth, 'Yoshalah'? If that's even your real name. I mean, how do you even capture the severed head of a goddess in a jar anyway?"

"Disgraced goddess. Pay attention, Robbie." Yosh humph'd, "you know how it is. Not enough prayers, one night of drinking, a few eyes turned inside out-"

"excuse you?"

"-And next thing you know, you're sharing the same fate as Walt Disney!" another pause. "what? That was funny, you gotta give it to me."

"Well, goddess or not, you're clearly unhinged. And I hope you'll stay stuck for a very long time." Rob stood up and threw the stapler away half-harzardly before making his way to the door, ready to chalk this all up as a result of food poisoning and leave it all behind. Honestly, he'd rather the head was thrown into a volcano or buried six feet deep, but he didn't really have anywhere inconspicuous to put the big jar in for the rest of his shift.

"Hey! Robbie! Wait!" Yosh's voice ring out through the room, "Help a gal out! C'mon! I'll even grant you a wish if you'd like~!"

"A wish from you? You'd probably find some way to turn me into a toad or something. No way."

"I can pay you! With money!"

"You're a severed head. You don't have money."

"Goddess. How long do ya think I've been alive for? I got money."

His step faltered for a moment, but he shook his head and said, "too risky."

"At least leave the light-"

Rob closed the door, his hand hitting the switch down on his way out, drowning out Yosh's voice. He smiled to himself at the crazy things he just saw. A fucking goddess' head in a jar. Of all things...

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"... On..."

Yoshalah stared into nothingness as the storeroom was bathed in the familiar darkness once more. At least in her new position she could try rolling the jar around and...

And... Nothing, it seemed. Robbert was the last person she'd seen in... Maymocrone knows how long. And even if she lucked out in the next person being completely blind and deaf to not notice her rolling by, she could not count on the whole world to be like that.

So hello to her old friend, the darkness.

Or "the darkness", as it were.

Because all that time without any stimulus, and any brain starts to go cuckoo.

At first it took a month, or at least she thought it did. It was hard to be sure of time in the dark room. But back then she at least had new ways to entertain herself: from creating mouths on her tongue that led nowhere, to shifting the position of her eyes inside her skull, making them rotate, do summersaults... She even tried juggling them for a while, launching them from the top of her head and catching them with her tongue.

Sometimes she prayed to the other gods, and listened to their prayers back. Her only method of communication with the outside. And since she didn't know where she was, rescue was a very big impossibility.

But eventually it all becomes mundane.

And as the goddess of Chaos... of Transformation... Of Change...

The mundane was a slow and visceral killer.

She could feel her being twist and turn on itself in order to avoid total destruction. And when her brain completely gave up, and began create stimuli to stave off her end.

The lion was the first creature she actually talked with in a while, usually too drunk in her own delusions to distinguish real form fake.

If it wasn't for the feel of the glass sliding beneath her as it swayed form side to side, she might actually have thought he was fake too.

Or maybe she did completely lose it.

And as colors started to swim to her through the darkness, a part of her wondered what was so bad about that.

[filmknower]

Críticas ao filme 'O Cavaleiro das Trevas' de Christopher Nolan.

Atenção: um raio está prestes a rasgar o cobertor de filmes sem graça que chamamos de filmes de verão. Batman: O Cavaleiro das Trevas , a sequência absolutamente deslumbrante do diretor Christopher Nolan para Batman Begins, de 2005 , é uma provocação potente enfeitada como um filme de história em quadrinhos. Ação febril? Certo. Espetáculo deslumbrante? Certo. Diversão diabólica? Certo. Mas Nolan está apenas se aquecendo. Há algo cru e elementar em ação neste universo artisticamente imaginado. Saindo de sua história de origem do Batman, Nolan corta para uma dimensão mais profunda. Hein? O quê? Como um cara em conflito em uma roupa de morcego e um vilão com um sorriso de palhaço rachado e pintado podem falar sobre o essencial da condição humana? Apenas espere um choque para o sistema. Batman: O Cavaleiro das Trevas cria um lugar onde o bem e o mal — esperados para lutar — decidem, em vez disso, entrar em ação e dançar. “Eu não quero te matar”, o psicopata Joker de Heath Ledger diz ao robusto Batman de Christian Bale. “Você me completa.” Não acredite na provocação. Ele fala sério.

O problema é que Batman, também conhecido como playboy Bruce Wayne, está farto de ser o cavaleiro branco. Ele está puto que o público o veja como um justiceiro. Ele deixará a parte de herói para o promotor público Harvey Dent (Aaron Eckhart) e impedirá que o promotor público se aproxime de Rachel Dawes (a mal-humorada Maggie Gyllenhaal, no lugar da querida Katie Holmes), a amada que é a única esperança de Batman para uma vida normal.

Tudo brilha como pecado em Gotham City (o diretor de fotografia Wally Pfister filmou em locação em Chicago, trazendo uma realidade corajosa para uma fantasia de desenho animado). E os bandidos parecem animados com suas maldades. Veja o Coringa, que trata um assalto a banco incrivelmente encenado como seu videogame particular com cúmplices em máscaras de Coringa, sangue jorrando e apenas um vencedor. Nolan filmou esta sequência, e outras três, para a tela IMAX e com uma sutileza para coreografar a ação que rivaliza com Heat , de Michael Mann . Mas é o que está acontecendo dentro do Bathead que nos atrai. Bale é eletrizante como um cruzado humano falível em guerra com sua própria consciência.

Só posso falar superlativos de Ledger, que está loucamente louco e brilhante como o Coringa. A quilômetros da visão amplamente engraçada de Jack Nicholson sobre o papel em Batman de Tim Burton em 1989 , Ledger leva o papel para as sombras, onde até mesmo o que é cômico dificilmente é um alívio. Nenhuma máscara de plástico para Ledger; seu rosto está coberto de maquiagem mofada que destaca a cicatriz vermelha de um sorriso, o cabelo sujo e os dentes amarelados de um cão recém-saído do inferno. Para o príncipe palhaço do crime, uma faca é preferível a uma arma, para melhor "saborear o momento".

O roteiro hábil, de Nolan e seu irmão Jonathan, tomando nota do Batman original de Bob Kane e da releitura sombria de Frank Miller, se recusa a explicar o Coringa com psicologia pop. Esqueça as dicas freudianas sobre um pai que esculpiu um sorriso no rosto do filho com uma navalha. Como diz o Coringa, "O que não te mata te torna mais estranho ".

O Coringa representa o último papel concluído para Ledger, que morreu em janeiro aos 28 anos antes de terminar o trabalho em The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus, de Terry Gilliam . É típico do comprometimento total de Ledger com filmes tão diversos quanto Brokeback Mountain e I'm Not There que ele não faça nada por vaidade ou necessidade de ser amado. Se houver um movimento para dar a ele o primeiro Oscar póstumo desde que Peter Finch ganhou por Network , de 1976 , inscreva-me. O Coringa de Ledger não tem áreas cinzentas — ele é todo identidade desenfreada. Observe-o invadir uma festa e cercar Rachel, uma mulher dividida entre Bruce de Bale (ela sabe que ele é o Batman) e o promotor público de Eckhart, outro amante que ela tem que dividir com seu dever cívico. "Olá, linda", diz o Coringa, cheirando Rachel como uma fera selvagem. Ele está certo quando se compara a um cachorro perseguindo um carro: a perseguição é tudo. O sadismo do Coringa é ilimitado, e o prazer masoquista que ele sente em ser socado e ensanguentado até virar polpa envergonharia o Marquês de Sade. “Eu escolho o caos”, diz o Coringa, e essas palavras resumem o que está em jogo em The Dark Knight .

Não é justo revelar os mistérios de Batman: O Cavaleiro das Trevas . É o suficiente para se maravilhar com a maneira como Nolan — um cineasta de classe mundial, seja em Amnésia , Insônia ou O Grande Truque — traz o escapismo pop quase tão perto da arte duradoura. É o suficiente para assistir Bale assustadoramente renderizar Batman como um guerreiro perdido, evocando Al Pacino em O Poderoso Chefão II em sua ilusão e desolação. É o suficiente para ver Ledger evocar a anarquia dos Sex Pistols e Laranja Mecânica enquanto ele cria um Coringa para as eras. Vá em frente, reclame sobre o filme ser muito longo, com duas horas e meia, para períodos curtos de atenção (é), muito sombrio para a multidão do Hulk (é), muito inteligente para seu próprio bem (não é). O assombroso e visionário Batman: O Cavaleiro das Trevas voa nas asas da imaginação indomável. É cheio de surpresas que você não vê chegando. E tente tirá-lo dos seus sonhos.

[bagghhead]

Bathead

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[megiddo-ichi]

pretending to be a writer for a second and actually putting down my lore for a minute:

Megiddo Ichi, right? A dark avenger trying to find the right backing to take revenge on those who robbed them of identity and humanity.

Middle rank IT person promised a promotion from their higher ups, unaware that it was a forced induction into a cult as a test subject.

Eventually having their brain, heart, stomach, lungs and voicebox harvested and placed in a synthetic body meant to fuse with a channeling conduit for evil spirits and turn them into a super soldier.

They just happened to fuck up on two fronts, one being failure to strip the personality from the brain, and the other being aiming too high in the demon they wished to capture. Which led to the person who would become Ichi being empowered by a high ranking punishment devil from Judecca in the 9th circle

This duke, who in time would be called Jude, grounded the subject to keep them from suffering ego death, but couldn't restore their memory, so she serves sort of as the angry advisor living in a jail cell only coming out when there's work to be done.

They both want revenge, knowing they can no longer return to the life they had. Hence trying to amass a following of likeminded individuals. Society's unwanted, the impoverished, the kind but disenfranchised. United under a banner of ripping out the throats of shadow societies and their sycophants.

[anotheryogblog]

here’s the yogscast reacting to my jingle cats this year!

standing outside YogTowers with a bunch of people watching was one of my favourite moments of the year :)

[ricardoportomor]

Bathead - Planet Claire (Original by "The B-52's")

[therealbeachfox]

*Scruffy 30-something with an oil-stained cap and a green-screened mechanics shop in the background waves into the webcam*

"Hey there, Batheads, it's your pal Rod out here with another Batmobile Update! I know we've all been eagerly looking forward to the Bee-Em's reappearance after getting trashed by Poison Ivy last month *video link to 'Vines vs Wheels: End of the Batmobile?!' pops up in the corner* and I'm here to announce that our long wait is finally over!"

*pixilated stills of the Batmobile speeding down the street, taken from the sidewalk*

"These come courtesy of gothingotham on leX.com who caught our latest beauty ripping up the streets just last night! As you can see, we're looking at a massive overhaul of the engine housing and the wheel design, but what I'm really excited about is it looks like this new version has returned to the classic B-08 chassis after a three year absence! I have a lot to say about that, but first: We all have a lot to say about all sorts of things, but we often don't have anyone we can say them -to-. That's why I'm proud to say that this episode of 'Batmobile Update' is being sponsored by Betterhelp(tm)."

This would be a cottage industry

Can you imagine the massive following the Batmobile would have if it existed in our universe? Just an army of devotees putting together traffic cam footage and hastily taken photos to analyse the make. People scanning police reports to understand what's inside, burning with curiosity to rebuild versions of it. There'd be youtube tutorials on replicating some of Batman's tech.

One of the batkids would totally release a vlog or something, where they filmed the inside (I have feeling this is Jason, while Nightwing drives in a panic and pretends like he's not speeding).

[costabilly]

(Bathead)