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Til Kumari Sharma: Una voce globale dalla poesia alla pace

Dalla guerra civile in Nepal alla fama mondiale, Til Kumari Sharma rappresenta una voce autentica e universale, capace di unire il mondo attraverso la scrittura

Dalla guerra civile in Nepal alla fama mondiale, Til Kumari Sharma rappresenta una voce autentica e universale, capace di unire il mondo attraverso la scrittura. Un viaggio straordinario: chi è Til Kumari Sharma Til Kumari Sharma, conosciuta anche come Pushpa, è una poetessa di fama mondiale originaria di Bhorle-Hile, Parbat, nella regione Gandaki del Nepal. Figlia di Hari Prasad Basel, sindaco…

[nepalenergyforum]

Wind Energy Project Abandoned for Two Decades in Parbat

September, Parbat – The locals have demanded the operation of a wind energy project in a remote village of Parbat, which has been stalled for nearly two decades. The wind power generation technology, built with an investment of millions of rupees in Falamkhani, Mahashila Rural Municipality–6, has been neglected due to a lack of maintenance. The wind energy project, established and operated two…

[spacebubblehomebase]

Self-indulgent practice doodles that expose my messy art process. As I figured that since I started 2024 with the Super Sons, I may as well end it with them too and it's quite fitting that these were made to look back on how I used to draw them as well as how I can better improve it. Like this Talia Al Ghul attempt I'm still iffy about. Happy New Year, everyone! May we all have wonderful things to look forward to! ^v^ -Bubbly💙

[charlietheepicwriter7]

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Get in the Water prompt Storm alternate version Animatic Fanart

There was a spell, Constantine had explained after his own trip to the afterlife. Something to contain Danyal's soul long enough to resolve his unfinished business, to keep him still and away from the influences of his fellow dead. And if that didn't work, Constantine continued, then there were ways to force a spirit to rest. It was better for a ghost to move on by themselves, but if there was no other choice...

Damian hoped Danyal would choose to rest on his own. That he'd let him explain, finally.

Danyal had been weak. Strong in a fight, but too weak to kill, and that infuriated Damian. But he was scared more than he was angry. Because that weakness would get Danyal killed, could get Damian killed, could get the League killed. Even the newest recruits had a stronger desire to kill than Danyal.

He was the weakest link in the chain. And while their mother had taught them to be ruthless, Danyal had remained limp with mercy.

They needed Danyal's body. It would be Danyal's tie to the earth, Constantine explained as he joined them on the Batplane. The souls of the dead don't often linger on the mortal plain. The magician had speculated that the only reason Danyal had managed to manifest in the waters below Gotham was because of Damian's presence, but his remains would keep him stable this side of life for however long it took to heal his soul.

But was that even possible?

"I don't know, kid," Constantine admitted during the plane ride. "Wish I had a better answer for you, but... Your brother is a siren now. And from the sound of it? He really wants you dead."

"Then why didn't he kill me?" Damian argued. "He had hours to do it... or minutes..." The time he spent in that green world felt longer than the ten minutes Father couldn't find him, but... "He had me in his grasp and let me go. Doesn't that mean he didn't want to-"

"Have you ever heard the phrase 'Playing with your food?'" Constantine asked instead. "Sirens aren't known for letting their prey go. If we're out here, its because he wants us here."

They--Damian, Father, Constantine, Grayson, and Todd--landed in Nanda Parbat after a few hours. There was a crypt inside for members of the Al Ghul family who didn't use the Lazarus Pits. It was there Danyal's body was entombed. They would have to steal it.

And it was unfortunate that Constantine got them caught within five minutes of entry.

Damian glared daggers at the man as they were led towards the Lazarus Pit. Constantine shrugged. "What? I don't want assassins chasing after me because of some light grave robbing! Besides, we need to explain the situation anyway-"

"And what, precisely, needs to be explained?" asked a woman from inside the chamber. The heroes were pushed inside, only to see Talia Al Ghul standing where her father should have been. The Lazarus Pit hissed and boiled behind her, casing the cave in a ghoulish light.

Damian could hear laughing.

Father stepped forward. "Talia. Where's Ra's?" Grandfather was the biggest threat to their plan succeeding.

Mother... looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "I do not know. At the present moment... the Demon Head is missing."

You could hear a pin drop. "What do you mean?" Father demanded.

"It's as I said; he is missing. Yesterday, he was alone in the Pit, and hours later, no one could find him." She glanced behind her, at the waters, before looking back at them. "I had assumed he'd left to care for the League's interests. Now-" She tilted her chin up, looking down at them. "What exactly do you need to explain? What is so important that you break into my home to tell me?"

Stepping forward, Constantine explained. Mother looked grim as he spoke of Danyal, but did not interrupt. "We want to put his soul to rest. But for that, we need access to his body-"

"You dare ask for such a thing?" Mother snarled. "As if I even believe you. My son would never-"

"Your son?" Grayson snapped. "From the looks of it, you didn't care for either of your children!"

As the group descended into an argument, Damian heard laughter again, Danyal's high pitched giggle harmonizing with something deep and bone shaking. The Lazarus Pits loomed over him, beckoning him, whispering. Damian took a step towards it as his mother said, "I don't even have his body!"

"What?" Damian snapped at his mother, focusing back on the conversation. "But the crypts-"

"After your brother's murder, the Demon Head ordered for the culprit to be found. But they were never discovered." Because the culprit was Damian, he knew, and no one else ever learned about it. "I wanted to place him in the Pits immediately, but I was ordered to stay my hand until the murderer was caught. But..."

"He never was," Damian finished for her. "And then you put Danyal into the waters?"

"Yes." She closed her eyes. "And he never came back out. Even if it was too late, he'd still come back as the undead, but he never rose from the waters."

"Then this is entirely my fault."

"Finally," Danyal whispered in his ear, breath chilling his skin.

Damian did his best to ignore it. Danyal was haunting him. Danyal needed to be put to rest. If they couldn't do it Constantine's way, then they had to put him to rest another way.

Grayson looked troubled. "Robin, it's not your fault-"

"I'm the one who killed him," Damian confessed. Everyone stared at him. Grayson, horrified; Mother, blank; Father, betrayed. Damian continued, "I overheard you and Grandfather arranging a fight to the death, and I knew who would win. I couldn't... I couldn't allow Danyal to die without the Al Ghul name, in disgrace as the one who wasn't good enough. So I killed him, assassinated him, and now he's haunting me for revenge." Damian looked at the Pit. "So go ahead, Danyal."

"Damian, what are you saying?"

"Danyal wants revenge on the person who killed him; I'm giving it to him." Todd was staring at him. Damian might not be able to see past his helmet, but he could feel the respect coming off the man. "Danyal, I know you're here. Please come out." If he focused long enough, he could just making out wheezing breaths. "I can hear you, please-"

Father grabbed Damian by the shoulders. "Damian, listen to what you're saying! You're offering your life up for nothing!"

"B's right." Grayson placed a hand on his shoulder. "There's got to be another way. You don't have to do this!"

"Yes I do!" Damian ripped himself out of Nightwing's grip. "I'm the one who killed him! I'm the one at fault! My brother is suffering because of me, I have to save him-"

Stepping between them all, Mother slapped him across the face.

And the Pit's whispers fell silent.

Damian stared up at his mother, cheek throbbing with pain. She glared back. "Cease this behavior at once," she snapped. "There's no need to get so worked up over a ghost, of all thing-"

"T̴̯̃al̵̬͂ị̴̿a̵̮̕ ̵̼͐A̴̗̕l̷͈̆ ̴͚̓G̵͎̀h̷̻͒u̶̜͋l̴͍̀."

This time, everyone could hear Danyal's voice, filled with static and corrupted. Damian swallowed as his dead brother continued,

"D̸͕͠o̶̪̅ ̸͍̆ỹ̵̗ö̸̲ũ̸̧ ̶͖̚k̶̻͊ņ̸͐o̸̹̚ẘ̸̙w̷̛̹ḧ̸͚́o̷͉̅ ̵͈̑I̶̪̽ á̵̞m̶͙̂?̸̻͂"

The cavern shook as the Lazarus Pit bucked, a wave forming in the absolute center of the water. The wave rose, pillaring up above their head and brushing the ceiling. A cold wind rushed through the room and blew out the torches on the walls, leaving only embers and the occasional florescent behind. Damian braced himself for the waters to rush out and flood.

Instead, the water fell back into the pit, like it had never risen in the first place, leaving behind a lone figure in its wake.

"Danyal," Mother whispered.

And the dead boy glared back at her with pure contempt.

[redsray]

Red Robin Au where after Battle for the Cowl, Jason (instead of donning that ridiculous pill helmet) goes back to visit Talia and blow off some steam with the LOA; it's an effective way to do so at first, as long as he keeps Ra's at arms length and has all the Bats away from him. Except is that Timothy fucking Drake working with Ra's al Ghul.

So now Jason's like oh my god are you kidding me why is Tim here working with Ra's of all people??? Last he checked, Dick was Batman now and Tim was part of that gaggle of Robins in Gotham. Not here, in Nanda Parbat.

Tim, fresh from a splenectomy: Jason?!

Jason: What the fuck are you doing here?

Tim: ??? I could ask you the same question??

Jason: No the fuck you couldn't?? I trained with Talia and now I'm back here for a bit, and I'm not the one missing an organ right now?! Why aren't you back with Dickbat in Gotham??

Tim: Well. Let's say I'm not Robin anymore

Jason: ... Not... Robin?

Tim, scowling: Dick gave it to Damian.

Jason: Dick is Batman for like a month and already gave the traffic light leggings to a mini assassin? Nice.

Tim: Ugh

Jason: And... this was enough reason to run away and get impaled by assassins in Iraq? While working with Ra's al Ghul?

Tim: Well, not really. I need to find Bruce, and Ra's is the only one who will help me. Even if he's a freak of nature.

Jason: Bruce... are we talkin' about another Bruce or did I miss a memo? Bruce is dead, Timbo.

Tim: He's not. He's trapped in the timestream and trying to get back. And don't- don't tell me I'm going insane with grief or in denial. Laugh all you want, then leave. I don't need this shit again.

Jason: Trapped in time? Damn motherfucker can't even stay dead?

Tim: ... You believe me?

Jason: Sure. Not the craziest shit we've seen. I have a feeling you wouldn't go as far as Ra's if you were actually going off nothing. (mumbling) stealing my schtick. What a bastard.

Tim, blinking: Wow. That... just wow. That was easy. Dick thought I was losing it with grief and so has everyone else.

Jason, shrugging: B is definitely stubborn enough to get lost in time instead of dying and, frankly, I know what being off yer rocker looks like, and this ain't it. I climbed out of my grave, for god's sake, is time shit really off the table? Wouldn't hurt t'look if the old man's still kickin'.

Tim: Uh-

Jason: First stop: away from Ra's, preferably. Talia's not bad, but Ra's is a whole other can of worms. Get up or I drag you.

[violent138]

I would find it so funny if Bruce Wayne, who has an ironic and slightly ridiculous disdain for the occult, had to grapple with his kids' deep belief in the occult. For instance, if one of their siblings went missing with no leads, Bruce would insist on a new search strategy while the kids would be convinced they should at least consult a medium once to get proof of life. The medium would call out Batman for his shitty energy and Bruce would contemplate all the life decisions that led to this.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 300

Danny squirms and hisses, trying to dig his claws into dark scales as the clouds whistle by. “Wait- Ancients dammit- STOP!” he shrieked, cursing how tiny his own ghost form was compared to his other not-quite-future-self. Wings that could easily dwarf the entire Ops center beat through the air, fast enough to cause his eyes to sting. 

“Dan- bring me back- stop-” he wailed, despite the grip on his scruff not even loosening. Yet the larger dragon didn’t so much as twitch back towards Amity, the city disappearing into the distance like a speck. “We have to go back-” 

The GIW were- were- They had to go back! The portal was gone (exploded, broken and all of Fentonworks a smoldering mess, oh Ancients he’s gonna be sick-), no one could return to the Realms, they were all sitting ducks- 

“Jordan please-” he begged, even though he already knew that between the city, between every other ghost and them, Dan would always choose to keep them safe. But Jazz was hurt, she wasn’t waking up from where she lay limply cradled in Dan’s claws. 

There was so much blood, and he only knew she was still alive from the weak fluttering of her core, growing stronger as her heartbeat faded. She needed help, she needed doctors- he doesn’t know if she would be able to come back, not with how they were leaving the ecto-rich city behind and he didn’t want to lose her- Dan’s blank panic was swamping his own, drowning both of them in the emotion as the dragon tore through the sky. Some part of him knew they couldn’t stay in Amity anymore, but- But Jazz needed help- Danny couldn’t help the tears that dripped from his yes, pretending it was merely the clouds as they flew to places unknown to him.

If you are interested in their designs, here is a link: HERE

Heey mutual @radiance1 Dragon buddy o' mine & @hdgnj u might enjoy

[batsimsposts]

Damian is allowed to have complex thoughts and feelings about his abusers btw.

[batnations]

Talia Al Ghul Syndrome

[multiverseworm]

Damian being an artist from a really young age is canon. Especially with the League’s training.

But I have this headcanon about how he got to be as encouraged as he was to pursue art as more than just part of his training and development.

Imagine a 3 year old Damian having his art breaks spaced out to only 2 or 3 per week and during this breaks he was babysat by the non-verbal, fresh out of the Lazarus pit Jason.

Damian would notice Jason’s struggle to readjust after being brought back even if he wasn’t sure what that was about.

And he would invite Jason to sit next to him, where he had a bunch of acrylics and canvases to finger paint in order to train and refine his motor skills.

Damian would pass the paints to Jason and encourage him to finger paint with him. Just as a fun game.

Without knowing, this led to Jason’s prompt readjustment and recovery since his communication, language skills and creativity were rehabilitated in one of the most friendly ways possible.

Jason spent the next couple of years gifting Damian art supplies for his lessons even if the League didn’t notice or didn’t care how art was helping him improve many aspects of his skills, even more than they anticipated since their actual goal were other aspects other than art.

In the end, Damian’s love for art wouldn’t have been possible if it wasn’t encouraged by Jason.

[superbat-lmao]

League AU

Talia ran her fingers through his hair. It was starting to curl at its ends, and though it was no longer matted, it could easily tangle.

The boy was asleep, although she supposed it wouldn’t make much of a difference if he was awake.

When he had first stood in front of her he had looked through her. No focus or recognition in his eyes. When she had tried to touch him he had flinched, but nothing else.

Food was what moved him.

She had taken him out of the country by that means alone. And once they were safe within the confines of the compound, she set about cleaning him up.

That was two months ago.

Now she sat by his bedside and worked loose the strands of hair trying to tangle together after the servants had bathed him. He twitched at times, reacting to dreams, but was soothed by the motions of her hands. Much like his father.

There was a noise behind her and Talia smiled. When she stuck out her hand, a smaller one was placed into it. Warm and soft.

She turned away from the boy on the bed and wrapped her son in her arms, leaning back in the chair so the two of them could get a good look at the sleeping figure.

Damian settled quickly, always content to be held close. She ran her fingers through his hair as well, dry and soft.

She would have to be leaving soon, so she pressed her lips to her son’s forehead before tucking him next to his sleeping brother.

Jason’s arms moved reflexively to hold Damian, neither of them even opening their eyes at the position. Jason had taken to her son immediately, though Damian remained hesitant until about two weeks ago.

Jason’s unresponsiveness was confusing to him but he eventually realized that it meant to boy would do whatever he told him to. Then Damian was quite delighted to have Jason trailing after him.

But even being delighted at having someone to boss around didn’t equate to the level of trust her son had taken to displaying. That came from the incident with the bear.

The wildlife stayed away from the compound but with the recent weather, hunting must have been exceedingly difficult. Meaning that only the most desperate would venture near their territory.

She had seen the corpse as her shadows had dragged it away. A bear had ventured in from the snowy peaks, emaciated, but formidable.

It had spotted Damian, but not Jason, as they were on one of their daily walks.

Jason had grabbed his brother and taken off, getting Damian to safety before turning to face the beast.

There was a rather large scar forming across his chest, but the bear had been dealt a killing blow.

None of the shadows had moved to help, if the boy was able to prove himself against a creature so desperate, even if weakened, it would bode well for him.

Damian had refused to leave his side afterwards. And Talia acknowledged his full potential as a guard to her son.

But even that potential was limited, for a wild animal could be understood and immediately defended against. But more complex foes? They were beyond the boys grasp.

And he was just a boy. Perhaps 16 at the most.

She ran her hand through the hair of each of her sons one last time and stood. She had business to attend to and she trusted her boys would look after each other.

***

Damian awoke to a keening noise, like a dog, beside him. He turned towards it, slapping his hand blindly against Akhi.

The noise stopped suddenly and the gentle movement of the chest next to him stopped with it.

Grumbling, Damian opened his eyes and was met with Akhi looking at him with a presence he rarely saw. Damian sat up quickly and grabbed for his brother’s face, a small hand on each cheek.

Jason didn’t flinch, but his breaths did continue, shuddering at first and then evening out.

Damian removed a hand from Akhi’s face and set it on his own chest.

“Damian.”

Jason looked down at his hand and then back into his eyes. He swallowed.

“D-Dam-“

Damian believed in his Akhi. He had seen him kill the bear, sickly but fierce. He had survived. Saying one measly word was nothing in comparison.

“Damian.”

“Dam-in.”

He growled in the way only small children can express frustration and moved up to sit on his knees. Pushing his face closer.

“Dam-i-an.”

Jason took a breath.

“D-Dami-an.”

Akhi’s eyes struggled to maintain their focus and Damian could tell he was slipping. Something must have showed on his face because Jason bared his teeth and spat out,

“Damian.”

like it was killing him.

Damian smiled and Jason pressed his cheek to the top of his head.

“Damian, Damian, Damian,” he was whispering over and over.

“Akhi, Jason.”

Jason was shaking faintly and kept saying Damian’s name.

But that was okay. Damian could explain Akhi and Jason to him later. They had time.

There was a knock at their door and both brothers rose quickly. A shadow was waiting for them which they followed to the meal area.

Damian knew the way but was not allowed to traverse the compound without supervision. Jason did not count as supervision as he did not know the way.

When they were alone, Jason would often smooth his hands through Damian’s hair, just as Mother did. Damian tried not to think of this as they ate their morning meal.

Between one bite and the next, Jason went from unfocused to aware. Damian sat up, more alert, but relaxed when his Akhi merely smiled and said, “Damian,” before continuing.

Success felt like running through the sand in the spring and Damian flashed a quick there-and-gone-again grin before finishing his food.

Another shadow was waiting to collect them and take them to their morning training. Damian did not always know the way to their assigned training areas since he was not consulted on his training requirements.

Akhi had taken to following him to training once he has been well enough to walk around the compound unaided. He had been suffering from malnutrition when Mother found him which they quickly remedied.

The instructor was one of Damian’s preferred, she was older and strict, but did not make corrections unkindly. She moved like water and Damian did his best to copy her movements.

Jason sat on the ground behind him, tracking their motions.

The instructor extended her leg and when Damian went to do so, found he could not match the exact position.

Before the instructor could move to reprimand him, there was a light pressure on Damian’s back.

Akhi shifted Damian’s weight, and Damian felt he could extend his leg into the correct form.

The instructor narrowed her eyes, but did not otherwise react, instead continuing on the forms.

There was motion next to him and Damian did not turn to look, but was abruptly aware of Jason’s movements. He too began following the instructor. His limbs, longer than Damian’s, had no trouble copying the poses and stances. It was a routine meant to test rudimentary balance.

When the routine came to an end, the instructor appraised Jason, and began a new routine. She shook her head at Damian and he followed their movements.

Jason’s form was controlled, though weak. The malnutrition followed by the injury of the bear took their toll. But Akhi betrayed no discomfort. Just simple concentration.

Towards the end of the forms, Damian could see Akhi shaking faintly, lacking the endurance for the more advanced set of movements.

He completed the set and the instructor nodded to them both, motioning for them to follow another shadow to their next task.

Damian looked up towards Akhi as they traveled and realized he had been present for far longer than he’d managed in the last few weeks he’d been tailing him to his lessons.

There was a small grin on his brother’s face and Damian felt it reflected on his own.

Strength could be regained.

Akhi would fight alongside him and Damian would return his loyalty.

***

The pain lessened with time. His focus came and went, but he could track the boy more often than not.

Damian.

He could follow his movements, even if his words and their meaning remained far away.

They went to lessons and it burned. His legs and arms and chest.

There were many instructors and shadows, but only two who he watched.

The boy and the woman.

The animal had tried to kill the boy and Jason had suffered the pain of defending him.

After, the woman had smiled and he was rarely alone again.

She spoke to them softly, words flowing like water, and ran her fingers through their hair.

It was peaceful.

She sat with them at night and taught them to breathe. Under the stars.

Time passed and Jason tracked it only in the boy. In how his movements became smooth and where he once stood to Jason’s hip he soon reached his chest.

He learned more words.

Talia.

Akhi.

Damian often read to him and he got better at tracking the story. It served as practice for the boy’s English.

When Talia was free, she would go over the boy’s lessons with him. Questions and answers and arguments would fill their nights. Damian was bright and dutiful and inquisitive.

What Jason could not follow, he watched. Let their movements calm him. Let their tone wash over him.

Two weeks that Talia was free to be in their presence was a boon.

She trained them personally.

Damian had graduated to real swords and Jason had progressed to the final teachers contained within this compound.

To watch them was to view a masterpiece.

There was confidence and skill and humility in their actions. Damian learned as much as he demonstrated. Talia taught as much as she danced. Jason lead and followed and attacked and defended and felt alive.

He was part of something, a piece within a whole.

One the last day of the two weeks, in the middle of the night, Jason was awoken.

Talia led him through the corridors and hallways down a path with no light. They were alone and silent. And Jason tried not to think of Damian. How, when they were alone, the boy would let him run his fingers through his hair.

The came to a door and beyond it was a faint glow. Talia looked alert but said nothing.

As they approached, Jason saw what looked like water. There was a pool below them, glowing in the darkness.

Talia knelt in front of Jason when they stopped.

Her fingers were cool against his scalp but he did not close his eyes to the sensation.

Talia was crying.

There were voices behind them and Jason went taut, ready to fight but Talia stilled him with her hand. Wiped away her tears, and stood.

The voices were closer now and Talia’s eyes went hard. She placed her hands on his shoulders and suddenly Jason felt weightless.

When he hit the water, he screamed.

[grandboute]

Hermann Buhl vers 5800m - Nanga Parbat - 3 juillet 1953

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #89

Danny didn’t know what would happen when his parents portal turned on for the first time but this wasn’t it. He accidentally turned it on and the next thing he knew he was in front of this pool of green swirling liquid with this lady named Talia telling him she’d take care of him. The weird thing is he was now half dead with weird ghost powers and he somehow was turned back into a 5 year old. He met a kid the same age as him and the two quickly became inseparable, his name was Damian and even though he was to be the next head of what Danny assumed was a cult, he knew it was but he was in the body of a 5 year old and couldn’t exactly go home like this.

5 years pass and Danny gets sent along with Damian to Gotham to live with Damian’s birth father Bruce Wayne. Danny didn’t want to go at first but Bruce seemed to welcome him with open arms regardless of his background with the league. Everything is going well for the 2 until Danny meets Tim’s secretary, it’s Sam and she absolutely did not know how to handle her now smaller best friend. Tucker is doing an internship at Wayne Tech too.

[heroesriseandfall]

What did the poor monks and caretakers of Nanda Parbat do to deserve everybody thinking Ra’s al Ghul owns the place when they specifically banned him from it?

This is where all the good vigilantes go for spiritual training and healing or whatever. When Ra’s came he tried to steal their holy water and destroy it. Free Nanda Parbat from the assassin stronghold allegations!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 204

Danny is on a bit of a roadtrip. An accidental roadtrip and might be getting chased by some sort of assassins or whatever they were. Look, it’s not his fault, he was injured and out of it! How was he supposed to know that the Pits or whatever the people were yelling about were important. Or sapient. 

Actually, he should like… “How do you even know how to drive if you’re like, thousands of years old??” That was not what he was going to ask his current roadtrip buddy, but maybe he had a concussion. 

Ectoplasm-green eyes turned towards him from the road, framed by a mixture of black and white hair that shifted like his own. “You most likely don’t want to know the answer to that, actually.” Okay, but what if he did, huh? 

“Okay, but where are we going, because I don’t think this is my dimension…”  

They shrugged, their clothing shifting with the motion. Ha, ninja clothing for a sapient pool of ecto, or whatever it had been. “I am, not exactly familiar to things that were not known to those thrown into my blood, so we’re, I believe the saying is going in blind?”

“Oh. Okay. Y’know you’re kind of nice for an ecto-death pit thing.”

“... I am going to pretend I didn’t hear that, child.”  

“Okay. I’m going to go to sleep because my head hurts.” 

[molkolsdal]

Nightfall over Nanga Parbat