#get accsess to some yet

[trainerethan]

Even if I'm too embarrassed to post more headcanons for now i stil need it to be known reguri is keeping me awake at night. I heart yuri.

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

what do the rouges think of cardinal?

OHHHHH What a lovely question <33

Since i've yet to write in Cardinal in a scene beyond his desk work- these might change.

Cardinal acts well- like a cryptic?? It's a complete coin toss how he will behave, if he will turn the creepy to 100% and speak in tounge's (its a mix of latin and greek) But when he DOES respond its through a heavy voice modulater.

However if you want specifics?? (also some extra lore of some rouges no longer active- both due to. Cardinals interference and BECAUSE I SAID SO)

Joker- They are a menace, never once humors his schemes- he knows the moment Cardinal gets involved his fun is ruined. Therefore he hates their guts. (Cardinal is reported 10x more brutal when faced with the Joker)

Scarecrow- Self proclaimed "Arch enemy" of Cardinal since hes never once sucseeded in drugging them, and he longs to know what would make the little bird sing. (Cardinal is said to have an entire pocket dedicated to backup rebreathers, usually lets the bats take over)

Riddler- LOVES Cardinal so so much- they are like best friends (no no they are not) Cardinal seems to enjoy his puzzles and he's able to pull out ones even the Batman would struggle with. Sometimes an informant for a good game. (Cardinal will admit, out of all the rouges? He doesn't mind Riddler- just with less hostages)

Harley- Thinks they are strange, even more strange than the bats. But more than anything concerning- their behaviors raise a ton of red flags but she doubts she can convince them to therapy, though it is her goal. (Cardinal is... unsure about Harley, she's changed- but memories are hard)

Ivy- Theres a mutual respect- Though out of all the vigilantes Cardinal seems to fear her the most, the last time being hit by her pollen they freaked out enough Harley made her give over the antidote. They definently fight, but she does try and hold back some of her more underhanded stuff. (Cardinals suit got several more layers after that incident)

Mr.Freeze- Reformed villain now, as a result of Cardinal. Aka when he first did his villain monologue to them- they had spoke (for the first time to ANY rouge) and asked to see his blue prints. A few years later his suit was fortified to help him live a somewhat normal life, and his wife had been cured. They got their life back. Leaving Gotham soon after, but he still checks in on ocassion (Cardinal never responds though, but they're happy with the updates- that he was able to help)

Catwoman- Annoying, but interesting for sure. It seems no matter how elaborate her scheme they always seem to pop in and just stare or even wave. The most interesting thing though? They never stop her. Certian locations she robs they will return the item (usually museums) but have never once tried to actually take her in. If anything shes half convinced they throw the bats off her trail, its interesting. (She never steals from anyone who cant afford to replace it, and honestly her stuff goes to a good cause-)

Clayface- Never became a villain- After his accident, Dagget had been shut down long before so Matt Hageb he had no accsess to the cream. With the help of his coworker (and future husband) Teddy Lupus he got the help he needed. Drake Industries came out with an amazing prosthesis program that helped construct a whole new face. Now Mr & Mr Lupus live in upper west side of Gotham where they now raise two daughters going to Gotham Academy.

Blackmask- Hates their fucking guts. People think Cardinal comes down on the Joker hard? They're practically suffocating Black Mask movements- buisness is failing and at this rate he's trying to put out a hit on the fucker. (The hates their guts is mutual)

Two face- Instead of going to the Manori trial- Harvey had an emergency call from a very panicky Bruce who suddenly had CPS knocking at his door about Dick. The delay finding a new attorney meant Manori was found with the acid and held for attempted assault while Harvey was scot free. He owns his own law firm now and has continued to be a close confident to Bruce and "Uncle" to the kids. (Cardinal cried when he first found out about Harvey, that he was okay- he thought it had been too late.)

Penguin- Cardinal is a pain in their ass, not as much as Black mask but still just enough that he doesnt hold back when attacking. The ONLY saving grace from absolute hatred is Cardinal outright refuses to fight any of his birds, and will even go as far as to save some of them when the bats are too careless to notice a penguin slipping off a roof. (Cardinal wishes Penguin would stop dragging actual penguins into his shit- even with guns they're just too cute)

[visuallanguagegeorgia]

Image- https://www.inglebygallery.com/publications/5054/ [accsessed 10/11/20]

I have been brushing over the Luminous and the Grey for quite some time, I decided to come back to it today as I remembered a point David Batchelor made towards modern day luminous colour, 

Batchelor speaks about the changes of colour throughout the year and how it is now unrecognisable from the colours we would of been seeing years prior. He describes the colours as being ever-changing depending on what time of day it is or where you are. Whether they be flashing lights, billboards, advertisements, TV screens or florescent lighting. Batchelor describes the colours of being almost vulgar and uses a variety of negative connotations to describe them, in particular neon lights. He believes neon lights are trying to achieve this out of world experience, having their own life and autonomy within the objects they are placed on top of. Yet, they fall short. He describes the magical colours that cascade on to streets and reflect on the glinting eyes of children at a fairground as momentary. These lights that seem like they are alive and magic have an off switch. Then, everything becomes dark. The magic dies. The way David Batchelor describes these lights and colours is something I haven’t ever considered before. I found it actually linked in with the work I am creating just now. Printing on to the projection paper, I am able to get extremely bright ink, as it is not absorbed at all into the paper. The colours are almost neon and create some very beautiful work. But, like the neon signage, they are temporary. The ink begins to merge and distort creating a brown puddle of ink. Trying to print the vibrant colours leaves you with nothing but washed-out black ink. Only for a fleeting moment am i able to achieve the Extremely bright ink before it disappears.

‘These colours can and will fail. But surely then that’s the point: being temporary is an unavoidable part of any artificially illuminated colour...’

Batchelor, D., 2014. The Luminous And The Grey. Reaktion Books Ltd., pp.48,49. [accessed 10/11/20]

[fishyscales]

This turned out a little bigger than planned so I hope you don’t mind me posting it all up here @impavidlyme

I’ll be talking about my yabby, Tamatoa’s tank set up.

So currently my little Tamatoa is in a qt tank waiting for his perminant home to be set up but these guys in my opinion are both super great to look after but not without their difficulties.

I’ll be focusing more on yabbies (crayfish) but I’ve added a couple notes mentioning shrimp.

This tanks set up:

This tank is the Aquaone 380 and has a built in filter. It is 37L (10 gallons) as I said it is actually the QT tank so while he should be fine for a little while in this size a 20gal long is recommended for one yabby. (The floor space is important for them) If you want more than one yabby make sure to get a big enough tank and plenty of hides. (Tama will be moving into a normal 20gal because I want to build him some towers to climb all over and because I already own the tank). A 10gal would actually be perfect for a little shrimp tank.

-Make sure that if you’re getting an invert that the tank is well established and cycled. Water parmeters are super important to them. This tank has been up and running for exactly a month now (we placed all the previous qt tank’s filter media in it to speed up cycling and it used to have a couple mollies in it until I bought my yabby. (The mollies used to be in our old qt tank and then moved to this one then the community tank).

-PH is also really important because this will help them when molting. Too soft their shells are weak and too hard they have trouble molting. Molting is when an invert is at it’s most vulnerable so try to make them feel as comfortable as possible. If they get stressed while molting they can get stuck and die. (I don’t know when Tamatoa will molt but I am very worried about when he does okay). And leave the molted skin so they can eat it and regain nutrients from it. My yabbies ph range is 7.0 to 7.8 The last time his water was checked the ph was 7.6

-They’re also very messy and I have heard that they are similar to goldfish when it comes to maintenance and waste production.

-Yabbies like low light and they will be most active at night. But mine can be coaxed out of his cave with a little food sometimes before returning to it. Shrimp are much easier to see out and about during the day. (Plus having a large number gives you a good chance of seeing at least a couple if they’re in a heavily planted tank or something).

No heater - It’s left at room temp and stays around 19°-20°C (I’d research the species you’re planning to get and find out if they require a heater or not)

Air bubbler - This is essential if the water level is too high and/or he has no accsess to the surface. Yabbies can drown, I have to have the water that high for the filter.

Decor - Yabbies like hides and to climb (watch out with this because they’re escape artists) Right now he has one tunnel and I put a couple rocks in there for him to climb around. I want to get him another small tunnel. He also has a couple plants in there  (I’ve had luck that he hasn’t dug it up or eaten it yet).

They also like to burrow so smaller gravel or sand would be best. Currently he’s on small pebbles but when his perminant home is set up it’s gonna have small sand/gravel so he can dig around and create caves.

Diet - Food wise yabbies are scavangers so I feed mine once a day with either an alge wafer or a single pea defrosted in boiling water, (I also plan to feed him some blood worms as a treat but I’m not gonna give him them until I put him on some smaller substrate. The worms would all just fall through all of the large pebbles and he wouldn’t be able to get them) I also like to throw a few pest snails in there occasionally so he can hunt around and have a snack when he likes. It also allows me to get rid of some of them, so whoo! Plus I’m pretty sure snail shells are supposed to be good for them?

Edit: Okay I am getting the distinct feeling that Tamatoa appreciates getting fed twice a day by how much he begs and reacts to me feeding him. So I'm still figuring out how often you should feed them.

***Also to anyone else if you think the information I provide might be off please let me know! I’ve just recently gotten my inverts and have tried my best at collecting as much information as possible before buying my little Tama and the cherry shrimp. But please I want to do best by our little aquatic friends.***

And I hope this has been helpful to some of you out there!

[yourforgottenxlove]

Name: Norah Duval / Ashlyn McCord  Age: 27 years old Occupation: Escort  Sexual orientation: Polyamorous  Face claim: Kat McNamara  Trigger warnings: Abuse, sexual abuse, violence, miscarriage, drugs

Norah was born in Newark New Jersey and raised there until she was 7 years old, in what she would describe as a loveless home. 

She never knew her father, or supposed father as paternity was a question when she was born, but Michael Duval left right after her birth. As a result her mother turned to heroin and Norah’s only remaining family and caretaker became her older brother Elias. 

As a hesitant and often scared child, Norah clung to her brother, looking to him for the love neither of their parents were willing to give her. And while he acted the role of a good brother perfectly, the looks of disdain, revulsion and often, emptiness in his eyes when he looked at her still haunts her. 

Still she was and has remained fierce in her love, being someone who loves whole heartedly and passionately. Her brother was her hero, the only one who stood up for her and held her when she cried, or protected her from their raving mother. She loved him and probably always will. 

Norah even had a hard time not loving her mother, constantly seeking her approval, her attention, hoping that she someday would react differently to her daughter. Most of that hope was lost when Hannah sold her to a pimp as payment for a fresh round of heroin. 

From then on her life changed drastically. The pimp was a man with little mercy and less love of children. All he wanted from her was to use and abuse her body. Which he did, over and over again, teaching her what he called ‘little girl lessons’. Once she had learned them, meaning she had submitted fully to his abuse, whims and desires, he began to rent her out for money, using the internet to attract customers. 

She was only allowed outside in the garden, though it was a big one as the pimp lived on a big, secluded property. If she was good he would award her wit newspapers or books to read, as she frequently asked for them. Any story was a means to escape her present world, and she didn’t want to loose her ability to read. 

Norah was with the pimp for almost as long as she had lived with her mom and brother, six and a half years, turning thirteen the year her so called stepfather decided to rid himself of her. Unknown to her the local police had found the chatrooms where he interacted with his buyers, and was about to make an arrest. He had to get rid of the evidence, Norah, fast. 

Her long, rather painful journey went on to The Netherlands, a country where prostitution is legal and regulated, which in terms made it easier for the ring leaders to expand their business and go undetected. Norah was sold to a strict madam who owned several local establishments, including a modern day brothel and strip club. 

Most of her teens were spent in Amsterdam, being of use to her madam and earning next to nothing for herself. The other girls at the house however became like a family, and they both had each others back and taught each other the art of seduction and sex. 

When Norah reached the age of maturity, eighteen, she was sent around Europe as an escort, presented as a fine prize and experienced working girl. She used this for all it was worth, thinking that if she could convince a powerful male to buy her, she would finally be free to make her own choices and live a life that was hers. Unfortunately, her employers always seemed to dissuade the men she’d convinced at the last minute, and she always had to return.  

Norah was sold once again, for the last time, when she was 22 years old; this time to a local pimp in Lorenzo, California. The girl was heartbroken to be torn from her Dutch family, all the friends and what she had percieved to be a stable and bearable environment, not to mention one she had far more control over than she would when placed in a town with far less connections and clients than Amsterdam and Europe held. 

In Lorenzo she finally managed to buy herself some freedom though. After a year long affair with a local gang member, he paid her patrons off in order to marry her. Their marriage was fairly explosive, two passionate souls thrown together, two idealistic people who soon had to realize that reality wouldn’t bend to their will and see their dreams fulfilled. 

Norah has always been attracted to men with a violent, often abusive streak, and her husband was no different. Still this was what she had known love to be since she was seven years old. The harder he hit her, the deeper she loved him. Though after two years of hospital visits and a couple of miscarriages, he left her for a younger woman. 

While Norah was heartbroken, she was only 24 and in the prime of her youth. She stayed with the gang as an escort, doing her best to bring in money and save all she earned. 

With time though, and now much more accsess and less supervision, she turned to drugs, mainly party drugs such as cocaine and ecstasy but in darker times, meth and crank. The drugs made her feel a type of release and freedom to do what she wanted with her own body, which she hadn’t experienced before. 

Norah dreams of finishing her GED, which she has tried to do for about three years now, in order to try for a degree, be financially independent in earnest. 

However her many debts keeps her with the gang, in the prostitute life. She has a lot of medical bills yet to pay, a loan on her apartment, loans from dealers and a couple of brokers. Her savings were stolen by an ex boyfriend a few years back leaving her entirely broke. 

Years of giving her body to others have done different numbers on her psyche. She is confident and comfortable in her own skin when with other people, especially when at work, while at home she looks in the mirror and despises the sight of her own reflection. Filled with wells and wells of insecurities and self hatred. 

Norah knows she can get very far with a sweet smile, an innocent touch or two and some well chosen words. Seducing men and gaining their trust has become second nature to her, and she does it without a second thought or hesitation. There’s no question in her mind that most men desire her and that she can be someone for them, do things that their wives would never consent to. Its the one aspect to her work where she feels in control, in charge and powerful. 

At the same time her body hasn’t been her own most of her life, and she is all to used to submitting to others in order to simply survive from one day to the next. While it still pains her sometimes to give herself up to someone, to allow them complete control of her body, she does it because she believes she has no other choice. This is what her life has always been like and unless she can win the lottery and then some, its what it will always be like. 

Her escort name is Ashlyn McCord, and she chose to make up and go by both a first and last name because its easier to assume a whole new identity in a sense. She’s even got documents and passports with her escort name from her European travel days. Anyone who isn’t a close friend knows her as Ashlyn or Ash. 

Outside of work Norah tries to embrace what good sides to life there is left. To have fun with those around her, to laugh and smile as much as she can. Though sometimes she’s aware it seems fake and that her quiet misery shines trough. 

She’s a smart girl who will stand up for her friends and her beliefs without a second thought. Headstrong and independent, she clings to the belief that the escort life is only temporary, and hopes she can move up in ranks within the gang with time. 

Being with the gang has allowed her more freedom and independence than she’s ever had before, and this has made her emboldened and lessened some of her bitterness and depression over feeling captured and caged. She feels as if she can finally make some decisions for herself and live a life closer to her own wishes, not everyone elses. 

It was a major shock for her to see her older brother again, when she a few weeks ago found herself giving this vaguely familiar brunette male a lap dance and he mentioned her by her real name, noticing burns on her thighs which she got when she was a child.

Norah is still reeling from the encounter and uncertain what to do. On one side she yearned for her brother and has wondered how he is since the day she was taken away. 

On the other she still remembers how he used to look at her, how she used to wonder if he loved her at all. She knows she owes him a lot, for practically keeping her alive when they were young. But she’s also pretty convinced he only saw her as a job, extra work to be done at home, another mouth to feed but nothing more. 

She’s hesitant and doesn’t know what to expect from him, or herself really. If he’d like to reunite and get to know one another again, or if he couldn’t care less either way.