#fighting blackmail with blackmail

[iamlostandinneedofcoffee]

I like to imagine that every once in a while Red Hood just goes off comms for long stretches of time and comes back bruised as shit and exhausted before logging off for the night and the rest of bat brigade is trying to figure out which villain of the week keeps jumping him.

Eventually they, cause communication is a skill no one learned, just start harassing hood’s men to find out whose turf they are invading only to find out they thought the bats were beefing with Red again cause he keeps mumbling about brats.

Now they are trying to find out which one of them is lying about fucking with Jason and no one is owning up, the trackers they keep putting on him are fizzling out, no one as any idea and Jason ain’t saying shit. But like he’s never properly irritated about it or asks for help nor can they find anything out so they let it go for now (read keep trying to track him to no avail).

And then one night Red Robin comes across Red getting chased and then fighting off a feral looking teenager on the roofs of Crime Alley and just when he looks like he is getting the upper hand another drops down from above (how the fuck the nearest taller building is not anywhere near close enough to dive into the fight from what the fuck?!?) and joins the brawl.

Tim is about to rush in to help Jason before the two teens’ heads turn in unison to him with Lazarus green eyes and look like cats when they see a red dot. Jason panics and before he can grab them, they leap and now Tim is in a cartoon brawl dust cloud and all and Jason has joined in and is calling them all brats and how his gunna whop their ass- and there is a foot in his mouth.

And yet through it all Tim never feels afraid. In fact, as he fights he realises they are keeping up and beating him all whilst smiling and punning(?!? They must never meet dick SHIT DUCK) and that won’t fucking do, so he brings out all his tools and tricks and is getting matching by two raccoon twins. 20 minutes later they are all grinning bloody smiles and just as he is about to slam his bo staff up into into the female looking twin, a whistle is blown.

They all freeze and look over in unison as if they all became shining quadruplets at a giant shit house built fucking man. And like Tim has seen big men. Bane is a big mother fucker. Superman is a big mother fucker, and is also shaped like one. Bats is big but this guy even though his is maybe not as large he feels infinitely more terrifying and that’s before you get to the flaming(fucking literally, how does that even work or stay in the pony tail) white hair.

“Alright enough for tonight or foods gunna go cold. Inside.” A voice bellows across the roof before the man disappears??!? At the mention of food the one top of Tim almost starts drooling, gets up and starts dragging Tim’s still prone body across the roof and off of it OH FUCK AND INTO A WALL WHA and they went through it… well

A couple second later Jason and the other dude stumble in. Jason picks Tim up as he is coming down from that mini adrenaline rush at and puts a arm around Tim, half hug half chokehold, saying “say nothing and you get to join once a week. Say shit and you’re haunted.” And walks off to the kitchen and starts bringing out food.

… safe to say the rest of the bats are now confused why Tim of all people is now turning up bruised as well with Jason, cause if it was him to start why has he started loosing all of a sudden??? And he says fuck all but his weapons and fighting style has got more chaotic and terrifying.

Oh and he seems to be eating… well you win some and lose some

[hailsatanacab]

A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

[lumenistence]

PROGRESSSSSS

The final thing will probably just be what I have now with the rest of the scenes, I don’t wanna redraw 😔

[4hrs 39 min]

Draft post: here

[marie-moreaus]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER 6x18 "Entropy"

[amazingdeadfish]

Do u think u could make an opera version of mayor? I've seen a few artists make diff opera wukong/Mac designs but I think a opera mayor design would look very cool :D

Not gonna lie, I was nervous to do this, but, I don't regret trying out this challenge.

RAMBLES + (literally only two) REFERANCES BELOW THE CUT:

The costume is based on the classic armor outfit in Chinese Peking Opera. Since, we all know that the Mayor doesn't actually have that many identifiable characteristics or, much of a role in the LMK show other than being LBD's foot soldier or, thrall. So, I had to reflect that in what's probably an incredibly basic interpretation for what their design could be (because if you actually see the insane level amount of detail in peking opera outfits, you'll understand that this drawing is heavily simplified and lacks detail).

The mask, is, also simple. I tried to look at numerous references and get my head around the insane amount of possibilities of patterns and designs and what they mean, as well as what the colours symbolize, but all that's important is that blue symbolizes stoicism, black for integrity, and white symbolizes evil (but of course these meanings for colours have leeway in between depending on what source you look at. There is no definitive answer).

The mask is also important because it creates the most visual distinction from Mayor being a Jing instead of a Sheng (male protagonist). And, even though it's a basic mask, I did create it to imply an almost 'skull' shape to it. But it's discrete and, you have to be looking for it to be there (which I suppose fits because, Mayor being LBD's thrall wasn't revealed straight away)

Now okay look, I'm- I'm not an expert on peking opera at all, I had to do a bit or research to do this in order to actually understand what I am doing when it comes to designing an outfit for Mayor. You might see a hint of his Chief costume in the chest plate I decided to keep, and all those skull motifs to show that he is a thrall of Lady Bone Demon. But in short, he is a warrior, a soldier, a chief of war, and he fights and works for Lady Bone Demon. He is to be a character with heavy, dramatic armor, and a mask to not only symbolize his role in whatever theatre show he lands himself in, but also for the shrouded identity he has and, well, not exactly being the most in-depth or open character in the show :))).

Anyways, here's a beta design back when I legitimately had no idea what I was doing and had done like zero research apart from looking at references I lied and, thinking Mayor would have a 'lighter (less heavy) and less decorative outfit (clearly I changed my mind later on):

I am, glad I did not follow through with this design. This is, not a peking opera outfit. Not a conventional one at least, that would reflect who the Mayor is (because this mf is conventional as hell, fitting in with modern times with his suit and all).

And here are the, uh, two references I used (obviously there's more but, these two were the ones I really picked apart and analyzed and, have clearly referenced):

And yes, I copied the pose on the right.

Design is welcome for critique (again, I am not an expert on peking opera (it's such a vast, complex, and wonderful artform that the more I found out the more I was intimidated by) and possibly subjected to be redesigned later on should I look back on this months-years later and cringe horrifically.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

This is based on my ‘Party Girl Izumi with IiDeku’ tags by @dark-elf-writes

Yes. This is legit what happens. Tenya just saved someone his age while she was trashed from a night out, she flirted heavily and left. He went home after his insomnia walk to try and get rest for his first day at UA Univesity.

And there, looking like she wasn't three sheets to the wind, is the girl he saved. She's wearing a tight tank top, a skirt and a pair of knee high boots as she taps away at her phone.

Not only is she there and fully functional but she demolishes half the class when it comes time for their Quirk Assessment. She has red lipstick, dark eye shadow and brings the pain.

Tenya is impressed, confused and a little intrigued.

(He will get eaten alive but man what a ride)

[disappearinginq]

Platonic Love Triangle?

So this one started off as a twist on the "only one bed" trope, but entirely platonic, and then spun off into an angst angle I was not expecting but here we are. Basically, lately, Louisa has realized that she wants a friend, and Shirley has decided the same thing after losing Marcus, but the only person in Slough House that is Friend material is River, and they find themselves like...not sharing well. Because neither of them have ever had a friend, except to lose them, and River is oblivious because he's not used to people wanting to be his friend, they start getting really passive aggressive about it, trying to find ways to Be Friends with River. All River has figured out is that the two of them are being weird, and he seems to be the source of it but not why. It comes to a head when the three of them are off on an op/assignment/maybe Lamb made up something for them to do because they're driving him bonkers at the office, but there a mild accident - enough to put the car in the shop overnight and the three of them get stranded at an inn with only one room and two beds, and I think the crash is because Louisa and Shirley were really getting into an argument about something and either they distract River while he's driving, or Louisa is distracted but River is the only one who gets banged up because that's his luck. And then there's lots of finger pointing and blame and River is just like "WTF IS GOING ON WITH THE TWO OF YOU?!" while trying to distance himself from them and maybe find some Advil (or whatever the British version is).

It comes to a head when they're doing that hissy-whispered-fighting that one does in cinema about getting to have River and they don't notice River coming in behind them until they both register someone is there and they simultaneously turn to look sheepishly at River who is just like. "I don't know what this is, other than weird, but I am too tired to think about it. I'm taking that bed." and does his little face plant thing and is basically out like a light and Louisa and Shirley both have a hiiiiiiiiiii honey moment and can mutually agree that they can be friends with River and with each other at the same time.

Snippet:

“Just because you lost your friend, doesn’t mean you can have mine,” Louisa hissed.

Shirley bristled at that. “Are you fucking serious? Are you fucking serious? When, exactly, did you start acting like a friend to River? Before or after Min? Huh?”

Louisa caught herself before she raised her hand to slap Shirley, but Shirley jutted her chin out defiantly.

“Yeah, go ahead. It’s okay for you to use him as your own replacement, but you called dibs, and everyone else can go fuck themselves? Sounds like a real friend, Guy.”

“Christ, that’s not what - that isn’t what this is,” Louisa protested. “I’m just trying to look out for him.”

“Sure,” Shirley scoffed. “You tell yourself that. You and I both know it’s you you’re looking out for. Wonder who else has done that to him - maybe he’s just used to it by now, huh?”

Louisa might’ve actually slapped her for that, except she realized that the door was open, and turned almost cartoonishly slow to see River standing in the door way, one hand on the doorknob and the other pressing an icepack to the bruise on his forehead, his expression unreadable.

“Hi,” she offered lamely. “Um. How long have you been standing there?”

River’s expression didn’t change. “Long enough for me to be confused by whatever…” He let go of the door to gesture vaguely at Shirley and Louisa, “this is.”

[margaretkart]

Danae's story is very heartbreaking how much she went through. When you summarise her life you understand the abuse and isolation she went through trying to save herself and later her son.

Her father feared so much of losing the throne due to a prophecy didn't hesitate locking his daughter alone and isolated. Imagine her confusion trying to understand how a gold rain came to her and the horror of getting pregnant without knowing how (more of the horror how her father would react).

Then her father exiled her and she had to fight to stay on a wooden chest filled with holes during a storm. Even when Poseidon by Zeus's order calmed the waters and saved her, her troubles didn't end there. The people that took care of her and Perseus took a darker turn when Polydectes became king and start harassing her. And his revenge for saying no to him? Casting Perseus to kill Medusa so he could marry her without trouble.

Imagine Danae's fear and anxiety building up as she was praying that her boy would return. How she must have feared of the worse. Having no one beside her nor friend or ally to comfort her, bound to a loveless marriage with a cruel man.

[monstorous-lullaby-au]

A part of me wanted to strangle her…but that’s not gonna help with anything…

What’s up with these brats? Was I like her when I was her age??? Was I that bitchy too???…

Is that why we…damn it.

Welp, here it goes…

“Listen here, little lady…I don’t actually give flying fuck about your status or whatever. I come from a wealthy family myself. Our families are business partners long before you were born. So you or your family don’t frightened me.”

I looked at her DEAD in the eyes.

“After all…it was my father’s investment that got your daddy to the top…wasn’t it???”

I walked over to her, giving her a death glare.

“May I remind you…if you went missing, daddy wouldn’t care…would he? After all, your other father knows magic, so they make a replacement. It doesn’t matter if you have money or the most popular…you’ll die because of people wasting their time theories, whispering the same shit you’ve just told me and because it’s just a daily occurrence…The people you claim to care for you, mostly. The ones who probably use you for money and image.”

….

“So tell…what were you doing the night he disappeared? Did you see him leave after he scolded those twins? And If you don’t feel like answering…we’ll just sue your father, shut down the school, and your father’s reputation will be tarnished…After all the dance was his idea, so technically, he’s responsible for his disappearance.”

Interrogation 2: Velvette Gatz

@mortuarysciences

I tied my hair back while looking outside the window.

The scenario out there look grim…like a psychological thriller or some shit. As I stared into oblivion, my mind was on replay from the last interrogation. So Sora was alone during his last moments after he scolded those meddling twins…but then what happened???

Was it after I…no, no I don’t think…maybe?

My train of thought was interrupted as Hanami brought in the next student, Velvette Gatz…daughter of principal Gatz and head cheerleader.

I gave her an easy smile, hoping to put her at ease before the interrogation begins.

“Welcome miss Gatz,” I greeted, “thank you for taking your time out of your day to come and talk to us. I’ll be asking you a series of questions and I need you to answer them to the best of your abilities. Feel free to add any bit of information you feel that is crucial to investigation.”

She nodded quietly.

“OK. The first question is…Have you noticed any behavioral differences with Mr. Aguilar’s routine? If so, was it before or after his disappearance?”

[bigskydreaming]

Will never forgive the MCU for making Peter and Tony joined at the hip because of what amounts to less than a year's worth of Bendis storylines that shoved them into a weird dynamic that never made a ton of sense and also has practically never been referenced in the comics since.

[winter-1023]

Soooooo…

Office romance anyone?????

[great-pan-is-dead]

I keep on thinking about tPLoSH Holmes and Watson, and how because the film has it's own stories and characterisations outside of Doyle canon, it preserves it in it's own time. Do we imagine, that in decades time, this Holmes and Watson go through Reichenbach

How does this Watson, energetic and clumsy with a feirce temper but something tender underneath, cope with it? Does he? Is he angry with Holmes on his return? How does it hurt him?

What note does this Holmes, scathingly sarcastic, queer and struggling with his repression, leave for Watson? Is he honest? What more does he confess to him? Does he long to return?

But they're safe there, in their bittersweet 1887, their companionship new and old at the same time, bickering, opening up only half way to each other and... happy?

[bethrnoora]

clasps my hands together. apprentice gabriela.

[rubiatinctorum]

the whole cultural idiot thing is part of why i find a lot of too-online musicals discourse absurd. the wise and brilliant critic is aware that dear evan hansen's evan hansen isn't very niceys, and the founding fathers weren't very niceys, and mr hyde and the opera ghost and sweeney todd aren't very niceys. but the critic also believes that the rest of the audience is a) fucking stupid. and b) so liable to be so mesmerized by the little songs and dances that they will leave the production believing that evan hansen was a hero and alexander hamilton in real life was a hero and erik poto was a hero. at some point we must recognise the other members of the audience were both not born yesterday and are here for an interesting experience, and yes, a crafted story, same as the critic thinks themselves to be, and they will not all pour out onto the streets to do great interpersonal violence because they saw a man on the stage do so.

and it's just like. funny to me. on some level. because as much as it boils my carrots to see bad takes about musicals i enjoy posturing as genuine analytical essay material rather than a scandalized reading of a summary (say essay and i WILL be checking for your thesis statement, your point evidence explanation, etc), it also doesn't escape me that the cognitohazard production that people are saying should not be allowed to exist because of the harm it is perpetuating is also the progenitor of such dangerous lines as "i'm sending pictures of the most amazing trees." PLEASE be real for a minute.

[valeress]

. damble

[anachronistic-falsehood]

looking through dsmp characters' wiki pages and looking at the statuses of their pets and seeing "dead" "dead" "dead" "missing" "dead" "alive" "missing" "dead" vs. looking through qsmp characters' pets and seeing "alive" "alive" "alive" "alive" "alive" like god. server wracked with constant war and destruction vs island full of friends and family and love. hellmurder smp vs love and communication island. i don't know where i'm going with this it just makes me want 2 lay down and stare at the ceiling for a few hours