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[goldensunset]

i love comparing pokédex entries for the same mon between different games bc almost all of them will be very brief, matter-of-fact, purely scientific without any first person pronouns or personal information about the author. and then you get to the legends arceus entries and laventon’s writing stuff like ‘ngl i still don’t understand this species’ ‘i tried petting this pokémon once and it bit me’ ‘i live in fear of this thing’ ‘man i miss galar. who said that’

[corviiids]

further to this post about death note x ace attorney crossover where L gets himself arrested to enlist phoenix's help in catching kira i have thoughts

i also wrote a whole detention center sequence on the way to work but this is the only part that matters

[turtleblogatlast]

It’s a good thing that the boys had cute little button eyes when they were babies, because imagine if they had big ol eyes instead, like

[brambeag]

cleaned up dis varric from a while back 😁

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[chrliekclly]

more meme dialogue doodles cuz they were fun, wanted to get back to my bb charmac roots w these ones

[melissa-titanium]

sand serpent

[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."

[invenusworld]

some vedic astro observations ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

- bharani and revati are the elephant yoni type. there may be an emphasis on the ears, these natives may be turned on by having their ears licked/nibbled on

- bharani is linked to vampires and may have natural fangs

- bharani can be more easily offended than they let on

- ashlesha often have fangs as well

- hasta often have many children. alexander hamilton, hasta moon, had 8 children.

eazy-e, another hasta moon, had 11 children

- ashwini often have very large or protruding eyes

- uttar ashadhas can have small foreheads

- chitra enjoys debating, roasting, etc and often "run their mouths"

- ardra often gets a job in I.T or something related to tech

- rahuvian natives are often naturally gifted with skills in photography

- aquarius arudha lagna may manifest as "skinny fat," slimmer limbs with a protruding belly, aquarius is called kumbh, which means a pot

- ashlesha can have a tendency to over eat

- krittika can be somewhat picky with what they eat

- martian women have sweet, pleasing voices

[hotvintagepoll]

dual propaganda: Dolores del Río and Marlene Dietrich being pals (who are gals) masterpost:

here they are attending a bride and groom themed party together

"Mister and Missus" Masquerade: After eleven years of wedded life, the Basil Rathbones think it's high time to burn a little incense on the altars of the marriage gods - which accounts for this exquisite bride and groom shindig. Marlene Dietrich, left, plays the groom to Dolores del Río's exotic Spanish bride. (of course they had to work "exotic" in there :/)

"Dolores del Río was the most beautiful woman who ever set foot in Hollywood" -Marlene Dietrich

"Ah, this is the real beauty. We blondes have to work at it." -Marlene Dietrich about Dolores

M + D serving cunt at an exhibition of Frida Kahlo's work

+ bonus Dolores with her friends Frida and Diego

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Lackadaisy Enrichment

[athina-blaine]

I'd like to take a moment to point out to detractors of ships involving Laios who feel that "Laios wouldn't take any interest in people!" that he'd hyperfixated on Shuro so badly it was ruining the man's life lmao

[alias-eah]

Crowning of a Knight (past vs present)

[oncanvas]

Midnight Moon at Mount Yoshino from the One Hundred Aspects of the Moon series, Tsukioka Yoshitoshi, 1886

Woodblock print 37 x 25.1 cm (14 ⅝ x 9 ⅞ in.)

[chessboxingstreetwear]

Hiroshi Yoshida

[aimless-otter]

Hearts and Minds