#desert-child

[isjasz]

🌕Total Eclipse🌑

Writer: @zipzapzooooooom Editor: @onawhimsicot

Assistance: @gingermaple @kunehokki @corvidaearts @/mybrotherjoso7

and THE AMAZING COVER by googly88fancy!!

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NO WAY HERE IT IS part 1 of MY TEAM'S COMIC!! FOR @hotguycomiczine !!!!! :D

I pour my blood sweat and tears into this one fr. HGCZ is the most insane project i've been in and I am so so proud of it <3 Big giant shoutout to everyone that ended up in my team, without any of you I couldn't have done it and ty for putting up with my shit HASHDSAEHEGLP. <333

If you haven't yet checked out the entire monster of this amazing zine, def do so here! 🏹

Part 2 will be posted tmr but if u dont want to left on a cliffhanger. pspsppspssps🪤

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[ MERCH ] [ MISC ]

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[illustratus]

Rest on the Flight into Egypt by Hermann von Kaulbach

[demigods-posts]

strongly dislike athena. because how are you gonna construct a daughter. someone who seemingly perfect. so perfect that they don't wound your pride. but refuse to acknowledge her existence for years. and then give her a crumb of a mother's approval. only to disown her like a year later. and then send her on a quest that no child of your has ever come back from. so much for the goddess of wisdom.

[grandapplewit]

Harem AU where Shen Yuan transmigrates into one of Bingge’s wives shortly after he returns from the other world. After a brief (and frantic) realization that’s she’s a woman (and always has been, but we’re not getting into that right now), she delves deep into this harem drama she’s been thrust into. It’s not until she comes face to face with Luo Bingge that she realizes just WHICH harem drama she’s living, and immediately sets about making his life as good as she can manage. Oh, harem infighting is causing strain on his containers? Simply nudge Liu Mingyan and Sha Hualing into working together to manage the harem. The Northern Desert is hinging on disaster because of clerical neglect? One of her harem sisters has a brother who’s in need of a job, no stress. Luo Binghe’s kids are unruly and there’s no clear successor? She has a college degree and a little sister, teaching a dozen or so demonic children is a breeze! All in the name of giving Luo Binghe the time to find a new wife, of course, one who will disperse with the need for this sprawling harem, and once that happens she’s free to travel and document monsters to her hearts content.

[old-desert]

Inktobertale 2024 Day 6: Hyperspeed

How convenient that I just so happened to have a biker gang au lying around, huh.

[chemdisaster]

a lot of people call scarian divorced, but i honestly think that's an oversimplification. to me, at least, they give off the vibes of a couple who got divorced and then remarried and divorced again, and so their problem is that no matter how much they try, they just can't seem to leave each other the fuck alone.

[wip1502]

sky so blue

[nothing-to-see-around-here]

Grian please stop divorcing everybody I can't lose any more dads- First Mumbo, then Scar! My buttercups!! 😭😭😭 You're tearing this family apart

[holdonjiji]

Yeehawgust week 2 - Country Love Song

Oh to be a Mojave sidewinder and see someone so free and beautiful in the shining night sky

[gacha-incels]

original tweet

[corallapis]

No, never. Missy! I will never stand with Doctor!

[oldshowbiz]

Ark II (1976) starring Helen Hunt

[etraytin]

Desert Bus For Hope Is Coming!

So I know everything sucks and is crappy right now, but I have good news! We are only two days out from the most wonderful time of the year: Desert Bus time!

Once a year in November, the fine Canadian gamer comedians at Loading Ready Run shut down everything for a week and turn the whole studio into a vehicle designed solely for the purpose of raising money for Child's Play. Starting on Friday, November 8, they will begin playing Desert Bus, the world's most boring and tedious video game, round the clock until people stop paying them to do so. Every hour costs seven percent more than the one before it, and the marathon continues until the next hour cannot be reached. To make this epic struggle more palatable, they also spend the week entertaining the audience with games, skits, comedic bits, and pretty much anything anybody can come up with. In the seventeen (17!) years they have run this marathon, they have raised over 10.6 million dollars!

All right, you say, sounds great, but what is Child's Play and why do they need all this money? Child's Play is a charity that was founded by gamers in response to a half-baked thoughtpiece saying that video games were making kids violent and ruining their minds. They fought back not with words but with actions, raising money from their community to put toys and video games into children's hospitals, for the kids who most needed joy in their lives. Over the past two decades their mission has evolved from not just directly providing toys, but also sponsoring the creation of guidebooks to help therapists select the best toys and games for therapeutic purposes and providing grants for Child Life Specialists in hospitals to make sure that the kids are getting to be kids as much as possible.

So basically what I'm saying is, if you're hurting right now and you need distraction and fun and some hope that people are doing good in the world, this is it. They're streaming on Twitch starting at 6pm Eastern on Friday and going til they run out of money (usually about six and a half days in recent years.) It's (mostly) PG and a safe, inclusive space to hang out and maybe start feeling better. Plus it's for a good cause!

[bitchenfries]

[afrophunk]

Local 16 yr old bandit protects baby sibling from bullies (more at 8)