#so I figured I'd give it a shot

[travelingthief]

Tarot Card Associations for Hellenic Deities

Fool - Dionysus, Hermes, Pan, Ate, Gelos, Momus, Horme

Magician - Hephaestus, Hermes, Hecate, Aristeaus, Circe, the Muses, Apollo

High Priestess - Hecate, Persephone, Hera, Circe

Empress - Hera, Aphrodite, Demeter, Hestia, Gaia, Rhea

Emperor - Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, Ares

Hierophant - Demeter, Persephone, Hecate, Hestia, Hera, Gaia, Rhea

Lovers - Aphrodite, Eros, Dionysus, Adonis, Hera, Philotes

Chariot - Hermes, Charon, Iris, Morpheus

Strength - Athena, Ares, Heracles, Nike, Bia, Kratos, 

Hermit - Hades, Hestia

Wheel of Fortune - Hermes, Tyche, the Fates, Zeus

Justice - Athena, Themis, Nemesis, Astraea, Apollo

Hanged Man - Hermes, Harpocrates, Prometheus, Psyche 

Death - Hades, Thanatos, Dionysus, Charon, Persephone, Ares

Temperance - Athena, Demeter, Artemis, Harmonia

Devil - Dionysus, Pan, Comus, Ate, Priapus

Tower - Ares, Poseidon, Deimos, Phobos, Eris, Moros, Enyo, Hybris

Star - Aphrodite, Artemis, Astraea, Urania, Hermes, Eos, Hesperus

Moon - Selene, Artemis, Hecate, Nyx, Hypnos, Erebus

Sun - Apollo, Helios, Hemera, Hyperion 

Judgment - Zeus, hades, Athena

World - Hermes, Demeter, Gaia, Hestia, Harmonia, Pan, Tyche

[sepia-stained-sunset]

You know what, we deserve a Brentwood Academy Reunion mini comic where Tim brings Bernard along and all the other guys keep sending him pitying looks because they think the poor guy should be warned that Tim will never catch onto his feelings for him.

And Bernard is like, "um, why is everyone giving me so much sympathy?" And Tim's like, "what are you talking about?" And then people literally pat him on his shoulder and tell him that they "get it" and they've "been through this too"

Bernard: What are you talking about??

Some guy from Brentwood: It's okay, man. It's practically a rite of passage at this point. You're here with Tim Drake as just a friend, right?

Tim, who heard that: Um, no? Bernard's my date

Literally everyone there: What.

Tim: Uh...yeah? He's my boyfriend

Everyone: *squeeze their wine glasses so hard they literally shatter*

[fihas]

i do think it's really unfortunate that most of old world blues' hate comes from the fact that all of its quests are extremely repetitive because i've always seen it as a really smart way to tie the gameplay into the lingering theme of cycles and loops that haunt the think tank and the whole dlc in general looping through the same old daily routines is all those floating brains in jars have known for decades so it is really no wonder they make you take a walk in their shoes to get things that they personally need. really gives you a good perspective on how much it must suck to live like that i'd say

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

I was rewatching The Stone Forest and I really like to think that Hilda had to pass by the Bell Keeper’s outpost on her way out of the city limits. I like to think that idiot looked at what was happening, shrugged, and said ‘eh, she’s the scariest thing out there’

[depressed-sock]

[dailyfatefigures]

shoutout to the most merch campaign ever

[istoleludwigsbaumkuchen]

Cringe demons be damned, you should maybe check out my new rp blog, @rusted-rings :3

It's for my saw oc, Franz, and he's like, so cool, and would totally love if you sent an ask or 2 🤯🤯

[wrestlezaynia]

If we're mutuals feel free to make headcanons about me.

[feddy-34]

new challenge where i leave a comment on every fic ive bookmarked!

[coollyinterferes]

just some smol guys being tiny dudes

(modern AU-ish because I couldn't find clothes that resembled their original ones)

Also featuring the Ogre Street lads under the cut >:3

(((lets pretend Kenpo doesn't look a bit too much like Straizo in this one orz tried my best with the options available)))

[ziptiesnfries]

mmm i was trying to find pet whump prompts to get inspo for lynx but either tumblr search sucks or there aren't any comprehensive prompt lists for pet whump :/

[fedorahead]

branches scraped against the windows of the car, whipping on the windshield and screeching along the metal sides. gravity reversed with every failure of the shocks, throwing my tongue between my teeth more than once. i gripped the "oh shit" handle and tried to steady myself as the accelerator sped us faster through what i had become sure was a game trail and not the road to whatever "surprise" date i had been promised.

it felt like each root or pothole or whatever was bouncing the driver's foot heavier on the pedal. the car shouldn't even have been able to reach these speeds with such low visibility and high turbulence. my neck was starting to ache from the tension, and my tongue was starting to swell.

eventually, the car emerged from the woods into a clearing.

the ring of trees surrounding us were pretty consistently spaced, and we skidded to a halt in the center of the mossy circle. every space between trees was lit by a hanging lantern, dozens of them illuminating this dark green area with a soft glow.

the car is turned off and i exit. the air is thick with moss and pine and a soft fungus scent filling my nose, stronger even than the exhaust from the old car still settling and cooling in the night air.

i kneel on the soft floor, running my fingers through the spongy plants and collapse onto its softness. maybe now i can catch my breath and bring my heart back to normal speed. above me the stars shine bright, framed by the lantern-glowing trees.

as i calm myself, watching the stars and gripping the mossy ground like i might lose contact, i barely notice the slow movement. the light shifts as my eyes adjust to the dark speckled sky and more stars appear. if i look away from the stars, i'll know what's happening, but i don't want to lose my view.

the lights in my peripheral continue, slowly, to shift. they are rotating, maybe even slowly advancing.

the border of the stars seems to be shrinking, pressing in. as my eyes show me more and more stars, as i can slightly start to make out the milky way, the tips of the treetops enclose.

maybe the moss will envelop me.

maybe the trees and the lanterns will take me somewhere new.

maybe they'll keep me here.

forever?

[captainchokchok]

Decided to try eating out at an actual restaurant (not fast food place basically) for the first time in my life and decided to go with olive garden of all fucking things lmao

[depressed-sock]

[musical-chick-13]

Time to go watch Mariya Ise be evil.

[glow-worms-are-believers]

It's been so long, but I felt like it, so here's another blurb:)

“It’s going to be alright, Jimmy,” said the calm voice of Clark Kent.

Danny only blinked, disoriented by the sharp movement that had forced him into the grasp of the gun-toting mafia person whose name he couldn’t remember for the life of him. It was a good thing The Planet didn’t expect him to do more than take pictures, because Danny honestly couldn’t keep up with Lois Lane’s cases

Speaking of Miss Lois, he hadn’t seen her since she’d locked Mr. Kent and himself in the unluckily not deserted warehouse.

“Give me your phone,” the man holding Danny said, as he pressed the muzzle of the gun under Danny’s jaw. 

Mr. Clark raised his hands slowly and gently got his phone out of his pocket.

“Slide it over,” the man said.

Mr. Clark crouched and complied obligingly. It slid right in front of the gunman’s foot and without hesitation, the guy crushed the phone under his heel.

Danny winced reflexively as he caught the look of discomfiture on Mr Clark’s face. Danny could relate, those things were expensive.

“C’mon that wasn’t necessary,” Danny complained.

“Shut up, unless you want a bullet between the eyes.”

“That isn’t even how hostage situations work,” Danny muttered not quite under his breath.

“Jimmy,” Mr Clark said and the genuine fear in his voice made Danny feel slightly bad for the flippant attitude.

“Sorry Mr. Clark, I’ll keep quiet,” Danny answered and resolved to be the perfect hostage from then on.

That seemed to agitate the mafia man further for some reason but before he could do anything there was a cry of “DUCK” and Danny obeyed the familiar voice instinctively. Good thing he did because from the side came swinging one of those huge heavy chains affixed with a big metal hook that got the still unnamed gunman in the head and sent him to the floor, unconscious.

“Lois,” Mr Clark breathed as he looked up to the railings to find the woman of the hour walking down the metal staircase and cursing every step of the way.

“Those goddam heels,” Danny heard her mutter as she neared the three of them.

“Thanks miss Lane,” Danny said, 

“No problem kid,” she answered then she caught sight of Mr. Clark who was still looking at her, with the dumbest starstruck expression Danny had ever seen.

Ms. Lois’ cheeks reddened. “What are you looking at,” she barked and Danny wanted to roll his eyes.

“Nothing,” Mr. Clark answered quickly and looked away, his cheeks also pinking and Danny did roll his eyes then. 

Not that it mattered, since nobody in the room was paying him any attention whatsoever despite having been the one to have been taken hostage just a minute ago but still. It was the principle of the thing.

The two supposed adults were still studiously not meeting each others gaze, as they both glowed in respective shades of red and Danny decided to take pity on them and break the awkward silence.

“Ms. Lane, you’ve got something in your hair,” Danny said as he gestured to his own head.

“Thanks Jimmy,” Lois said with a good enough approximation of her unbothered state as she patted her hair down carefully, unfortunately completely missing the stick stuck in the strands.

“Still there,” Danny deadpanned.

Ms. Lois frowned and tried again in the complete wrong spot and was unsurprisingly unfruitful.

“Please, let me,” Mr. Clark said as he grabbed the offending stick in one precise movement and seemingly unconsciously petted Ms. Lane’s hair back down.

Then he registered it and his face blew up brighter than before, and not to be outdone, Ms. Lois’ complexion did its very best to match Mr. Clark.

Danny sighed. They were going to be a while.

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Short DPXDC Prompts #538

Danny hides from the GIW. he goes undercover in Metropolis and takes up the name Jimmy Olsen. Today is his first day working as a photographer/copyboy in the Daily Planet.