#the rogue method

[divine-nonchalance]

Permaculture ensures survival of all species while being more productive and much cheaper, long term, than monocultures.

Permaculture ensures survival of all species while being more productive and much cheaper, long term, than monocultures.

Throw as many different seeds as you can find onto your soil. Mother Earth is more than capable of deciding which ones sprout, and when, and why. She has created us, after all.

Sow, observe, and harvest only half of what the soil gives you, let the rest mature and return to the soil, to both fertilize and seed the soil. It’s a double win, and saves a tremendous amount of resources, money, machines, time, energy, labor… all while improving the environment.

Permaculture is how we secure our food supply, diversity of life, and save enormous amounts of money and water.

Permaculture systems do not require big expensive machines, unless you want to create swales, canals, ponds, etc. of any size, without a team of people with shovels happy to work together for the good of literally everything. It creates a safe, calm, peaceful, healing environment, and job opportunities for a huge amount of people.

Imagine the fact that vast flat monoculture acres can be transformed into abundant food forests by seeding the land, and designing walking paths made from nothing but a layer of wood chips, which, when inoculated with edible mushroom spores, provide an extra source of food.

Imagine, having to harvest mushrooms first before you can walk around, that is the abundance that matters. And it is as easy as getting all the seeds and spores you can get your hands on and designing, or asking an artist to co-design walking paths.

Swales, small canals, and ponds can be linked throughout the landscape to let rainwater sink in and provide further habitat for beneficial animals that eat pests.

Allow a limited amount of ducks and chickens to roam the land, a small amount, very small amount, so that they never run out of food and you never have to feed them, because that’s unnecessary extra cost and effort.

Greed breeds stupidity. Always give the animals you want to keep abundant space, think in terms of passive production. The more space you give animals, the less work you have to do! Freeing up your energy and attention to focus on designing permaculture systems, but most important of all, to observe.

Observing allows one to receive new insight which can never be gained from books, which are all written in the past, while current conditions are ever changing, non-stop. Permaculture is about allowing the land to surprise you, nature responds very strongly to positive intent.

The grass is your friend, it holds an insane amount of water, provides shade, but never too much or too less because it’s so thin. It harvests a huge amount of dew as well, that slides down into the soil, and beneficial fungi thrive in conjunction with grass.

It also attracts frogs, lizards, and many other creatures that eat the ones we don’t want, while slowing down slugs tremendously, keeping them and other creatures “blind” to the vegetables.

Grass and vegetables go extremely well together, it makes no sense to seperate the two. Seperation doesn’t work long term. Let it all co-exist. It is all designed by nature to work together, and it does, if you allow it.

We don’t need to mow lawns, just throw many seeds of fruits, vegetables, herbs, trees, etc on it and let it take off on its own.

Grass does not inhibit crop growth, it stimulates it! Free food, no work, no more mowing, which means no more mowing machine, no more cost of purchase/gasoline/electricity/maintenance and no more noise! More free time you can spend relaxing and observing.

Remember the most important part: harvest only half and do nothing else but harvesting half of everything.

“Though the problems of the world are increasingly complex, the solutions remain embarrassingly simple.” ― Bill Mollison

[cor-lapis]

all of the sumeru cast in one place = comedy the likes of which we haven't seen since Itto

redesign credits under the cut

al-Haitham and Tighnari

Nilou

Layla and Kaveh are mine, WIP

no redesign for Faruzan because I haven't found any + I think she's supposed to be Greek anyway? feel free to correct me there

EDIT: I have been corrected! many thanks to @traitorsinsalem for linking this thread about Faruzan's inspirations. no thanks to mhy for the continued colourism :I

[mikakuna]

can you imagine how both the gotham rogues and jason must've felt during the events of gotham war?

here all the rogues are, people who've hurt and killed thousands. a lot of them barely show regret for their actions and are repeat offenders. they're considered the worst of the worst by gotham's citizens. yet here comes batman, a man who strongly believes in rehabilitation and endless chances for all criminals. every time he puts the rogues in prison, he doesn't talk to them like they're animals and ensures they know he believes in them becoming better.

but then they hear about what batman did to the red hood- how he took away red hood's autonomy and completely violated his rights. they hear about how batman made it so that red hood only feels crippling fear when he feels adrenaline- that batman is doing it for red hood's own good.

and they wonder what batman sees in the red hood to see someone beyond rehabilitation. they wonder how batman believes in people like them, people who repeatedly kill indiscriminately, if he only sees the worst in the red hood, someone they know who doesn't hurt others like they do.

imagine how jason feels, realizing that he is the one person batman doesn't believe in rehabilitation for. that batman considers him more of a problem than his other rogues- that he's the one who needs his autonomy taken away compared to someone like the joker.

[stars-in-a-jam-jar]

Guys.

I don't think Kipperlily's great metatextual crime is level grinding.

Kipperlily Copperkettle's metatextual dungeons and dragons crime is metagaming

[greenieart]

Some extra Bain designs I made in preparation for Artfight!

[moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom]

GUYS I LISTENED TO SO MUCH (FOR) STARDUST WHILE READING THE SCENE IN ROGUE ONE WHERE GALEN DIES AFTER CALLING JYN ‘STARDUST’ AND I AM DECEASED I AM ALIVE AND THRIVING I HAVE TRANSCENDED I AM SO UNWELL

[lost-on-kamino]

Okay I'm gonna have to say something because sorry to say, Saw's still gonna be here a while.

But the thing is: This is Star Wars, this is getting into the Nitty and Gritty of the series. People are going to die for their causes and people are going to perish for methods used. Saw is one of those characters who doesn't have a good light, but it's how his team progress towards their end goal just like the Rebellion did in the OT series... How Hera's squad dealt with things.

I mean Cassian killed people in Andor who didn't follow his goals and thoughts, Luke killed multiple people! Yet why is it Saw that gets the attention?

The Rebellion barely exists at the moment, and no one is taking action against the Empire apart from Rex and his gang.

I'm sorry your Blorbo is dead, but he doesn't have Plot Armour. Not like certain other folks we know (Rex, Gregor etc)... he may be dead or he may come back. (I just don't have much faith)

Not everyone gets to live to see the end. And considering how the writing's been? I'm not surprised. There's gonna be a reason why we don't see these guys in Rebels, OT or anything.

[starlooove]

Ok but Dana being like ‘you don’t get it you don’t get it you don’t get it’ and Jason can’t respond bc he DOES get it! And he reacted worse! Dana, if a bit irresponsible, is doing smth purely productive for her community. Despite her issues with her sister she’s not targeting her or being fueled purely by anger (eh..complicated but yknow) etc. Jason DOES get it and he doesn’t know how to approach Dana besides telling her to just relax bc for him he went 10000% and then hit rock bottom and THATS when he had to pause and step back. If he and dick had that convo when he was at HIS worse it would’ve ended in a fist fight at best. He gets what Dana’s going through but he doesn’t know how to approach her because she’s coping! She has her supportive loving community around her, there’s never a question of whether she’ll go to bat for her sister; unlike early RH Jason! He doesn’t know how to deal with her because she has that safety net and the worst part is that he knows she’s disregarding it to an extent bc she’s never been in that same position he’s been in; she can’t ever be because she’s good and he’s not and he needs her to keep that and if he has to hound her and be backup and the voice of reason; by god if he has to be the Batman to her red hood he will!

[hattafan2593]

Rewrite of Arkham Knight's (comic) Origin Story

So you know how the Arkham Knight in the comics is Jeremiah Arkham's daughter? And you know how complete dogshit her origin story is? Here's my version:

After the death of Jeremiah's wife, he kept his daughter in the lowest levels of Arkham Asylum out of fear for her safety. However, he was very neglectful towards his only child, having orderlies tend to her needs and otherwise leaving her alone for long periods of time.

As Astrid got older, she became curious about the upper levels of the asylum and the outside world and started sneaking out to explore. She met various patients and workers, and learned how they came to be there. Eventually she came across the members of the Rogues Gallery. And the Rogues, for reasons that varied from one to another, took the child under their wing. Not all of them - some tried to harm the child for her connection to her father, but the others managed to protect her. The biggest surprise was the Joker - it was no secret that her father utterly despised him, and he didn't exactly have any scruples about harming children. But when asked, he would just smile and laugh, like he just heard the funniest joke. Through the Rogues, she learned many things about the world - or at least, their perspective of it. And most important, she learned about Batman. The Dark Knight. Gotham's City's masked hero and guardian. Some spoke of him with hatred and vitriol, others with fevered obsession, and some with wistfulness, dare I say, fondness. Her father, though? To him, Batman may as well have been the devil incarnate. Apparently, he blamed the Caped Crusader for the death of her mother and, well, pretty much everything else wrong with Gotham. When Astrid tried to probe further, in one of the few conversations she managed to engage him in, he sternly told her to drop it.

Now, the thing is, Astrid, sheltered as she was, was not stupid. Far from it. She was her father's daughter, after all. And after years of being raised and taught by some of the greatest manipulators and masterminds in Gotham, she had learned how to tell when someone was lying, or at least not telling the whole truth.

She went snooping around and eventually came across a series security tapes of the day her mother died. Her heavily pregnant mother, who was in the cafeteria in the middle of a riot, and who she witnessed be violently assaulted by an inmate before going into labor on the floor. As her mother was carried to the nurse's office by orderlies, Astrid scanned the footage for any sign of the Batman and... she found none. He had not been in the cafeteria that day. Nor in the nurse's office, where her mother gave birth to a tiny, pale Astrid, before dying with her baby in her arms. In fact, as far as she could see, he had not been at Arkham at all. With this in mind, she concluded that her father had lied... either to her or himself.

And as for the Batman himself? Well she wouldn't meet him in person until years later, as a young adult. She did, however, come across Robin who, thinking she was a visiting relative of a patient, greeted her civilly. Before he could leave, she asked, curious. "Hey. Why do you...do what you do?"

Robin could have said anything to that. "Because it's the right thing to do." "Because no one else will." Instead, he merely shrugged and said, "Just trying to make Gotham a little better than I found it." And then he turned and left.

That...resonated with Astrid. She thought about those words later in her room. Batman and Robin must live in Gotham, right? It's their home. So of course they would want their home to be livable, to be safe. For Astrid, Arkham Asylum was a prison. A gilded cage, but a cage nonetheless. But even so, it was her home, the only home she had ever known. Did she not deserve to have her home as safe and comfortable as possible? She thought of the patients, of their pain and suffering, both external and internal, of the conditions they were being kept in. She thought of the guards and orderlies, who dealt with so much disrespect and vitriol, from the patients and higher-ups and each other with so little pay. She thought of the doctors, who had all but given up on actually treating their patients from lack of funds, proper equipment and just overall help, and were just trying to earn a paycheck and make sure they live another day. She thought of her father, who surely must know that all of this was going on... and was just letting it all happen.

She thought of the Rogues, this group of men and women who raised her and treated her as one of their own. The closest thing to family she ever had. Oh, they weren't saints. Astrid knew that they had all done terrible things, unforgivable things. But she loved them all the same. And Arkham was their home too, was it not? Did they not deserve to be safe and comfortable in their own home? Did they not deserve better?

... Yes, Astrid decided. They did deserve better. She deserved better. And if her father, or Batman, or the city wasn't going to give them what they deserved, then she would. No matter how long it took, no matter what she had to do, she would become Arkham's Knight. She would become a guardian of the asylum and all within and do everything she could to make Arkham the shining castle it was meant to be, the utopia her people deserved.

[boopboopboopbadoop]

After two months of painstakingly developing reaction methods to reliably make a certain set of products (very difficult reactions), resorting to fever dreams when the literature doesn’t help, I was just informed that my boss has a document with the detailed methods that he THOUGHT he sent me months ago (he did not).

“I forgot to send you the methods?”

“I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE METHODS THIS ENTIRE TIME?!”

[skyllion-uwu]

I need to draw on paper NOW I know I've got some basics down for some of the batrogues but I can't get proportions right when drawing digitally but also grabbing a sketchbook and drawing feels hard and I'm not sure why

[z-13-the-saboteur]

*She decides to introduce herself to Shadowseeker*

"Name's Red."

-- Red (@askroguered)

His ear fin wiggled

[vodkassassin]

Batcourt

Tim is sick of his family fighting, an occurrence which doesn’t always but enough times has nearly led to murder, that he devises a new method to deal with them and their petty (or serious, but usually petty) arguments: Batcourt

The first ever batcourt trial was to mediate an argument between Dick and Bruce, bc when Tim became Robin they were on the outs; Dick had moved out and was rebelling against his dad. They barely talked to each other, and when they did it was to argue.

Tim, being in the middle of all that, finally snaps and basically strong arms them into a impromptu “court session”, bc if they can’t be civil with each other in conversation they maybe they can at least be professional in this Thought Exercise.

He appoints Alfred as the unbiased jury, and then demands that both Bruce and Dick take five minutes to compile their cases against each other to present to the judge (Tim).

Both Bruce and Dick are incredibly unamused, but Tim has Alfred’s support, so they reluctantly go along with the charade. And…

It’s actually surprisingly effective.

The argument is hashed out without anyone coming to blows or a screaming match. They are all very mature about it and the argument is settled with both parties, if not happy, then mollified that they actually got to speak their parts and come to a conclusion that wasn’t unfair.

Alfred is very pleased with the results of the first batcourt trial, and give his blessing for this method to be used in the future.

And so it is. Tim is typically the Judge, as he is the mastermind behind the method and typically stays out of all arguments as much as he can, and is known to everyone to be extremely impartial when the others argue about anything. So 9 times out of 10, Tim’s judge, and uses a generating software program he developed and installed on his gauntlet (and civvy watch) to choose a jury to preside over a trial when one of the family members opens a case against someone else.

This eventually becomes just how the family resolves disputes.

If an argument comes forth and is starting to get too heated, whoever declares that they’d ‘like to submit a case to the batcourt’ is by default the prosecution, leaving the other party as defendant (these are just terms, this isn’t actually a court of law, this is just a method of resolving arguments, so both sides are heard). At this point, everyone usually turns to Tim, who appoints a jury and then tells the pros and def that they have five minute to compile and submit their evidence to the court.

It’s all very official, and the Rules of Batcourt is that everyone has to remain absolutely professional as if this were a real court case. This is to ensure nobody breaks the exercise, otherwise it won’t work.

Anyway it’s VERY effective, and is used for years in private.

Until a pair of them have an argument in the middle of an op in public and it’s getting in the way of taking out the villain…. So someone declares that they’d like to submit a case to the batcourt.

Of course any non-bat present is like “the what”

But all the bats present, being so used to using the batcourt method to hash out disagreements, automatically turn to Tim.

Anyway, Tim, by habit, immediately runs the jury program and appoints Spoiler and Black Bat as jury (the argument was between Red Hood and Nightwing, with Red Hood submitting the case and therefore the prosecution).

The rogue they were fighting (let’s choose a nicer one, Riddler maybe) is so confused at this point that they kind of stop in the middle of their scheme just to watch the the fuck is going on.

The bystander civilians and any reporters are also like “???” And so basically they all get to watch the first ever public batcourt trial.

(The jury ends up voting in favor of Red Hood, so Tim declares that Nightwing is Guilty “by the power vested in my by the Batclan” and Nightwing is sentenced to Apologizing to Red Hood - since the argument started because Nightwing wouldn’t get the fuck out of RH’s way and he kept almost shooting him lmao, it just went downhill from there. Brothers amirite.)

Anyway the video goes viral immediately, the Gotham internet going insane over the concept of how the vigilantes apparently resolve their arguments.

The riddler is so fascinated by what he just witnessed that he just accepts being taken back to jail for the meantime to mull things over (I love Eddie)

Now that the bat is out of the bag, so to speak, the Batclan submits cases to batcourt in public a few more times without thinking, and the public is very excited every time. Every case and verdict shows up in the next day’s paper, and it’s a Gotham Highlight. People love it.

And then it escapes containment. Because one day a rogue loudly declares that they would like to submit a case to the batcourt. Against Batman.

The present Batclan members all look at each other, and then to Tim, who is already running the jury appointment program without even thinking. It ends up choosing Riddler (who was also there) along with two civilians and a bat (Robin).

Tim blinks, then shrugs, and lets it happen.

So starts the Batcourt trial of the decade: Batman V Poison Ivy.

And Batman loses.

Ivy still goes to jail afterwards, being a criminal and all, but she does so victoriously. She has mad street cred after this. The public goes WILD.

Anyway what I am saying is that batcourt is a highly respected court of dispute in Gotham. The majority of trials are conducted between Batclan members, but there are rogues who have won (and lost) trials in batcourt, and even one very infamous instant where the GCPD submitted a case against Red Hood and subsequently lost when the mostly civilian jury declared him Innocent.

The police force having to then apologize to Red Hood made headlines so big that they broke Gotham City containment and made it into the outside world.

Which leads to the next famous batcourt case: Superman V Batman.

I have been thinking about this concept for weeks and it’s definitely going to be a running gag in all my batfam fics forever

Also we get to have this fun interaction

“Batcourt is now in session”

Batman: please don’t call it that

Tim: ahem

Batman, sighing: objection

Every single one of his kids, pointing at him like in ace attorney: overruled

[greenglowinspooks]

Honestly I think the fics where Danny’s a Kryptonian have a lot of potential, so here’s me throwing my hat into the ring

Danny was born a human. He was born to two loving (though slightly neglectful) human parents in the painfully mundane state of Illinois.

Then, he died, but he didn’t do it right. He became a Halfa; too alive to be a ghost, but too dead to be human.

Then, through strange, uncontrollable circumstances, that changed as well.

He had been heavily injured, missing a large percentage of body mass, and was at the cusp of either dying fully or just fading from existence.

(Perhaps it was an ordinary fight. Perhaps it was the GiW, or his parents. Perhaps it was a simple accident. That didn’t matter now.)

He fled, phasing through the ground, trying to bury himself as deep as possible.

(Perhaps he didn’t want to be unmasked in death. Perhaps that was already too late, and he just wanted his body be able to rest in peace.)

Unfortunately for him, he was in Metropolis, and ended up in a secret genetics lab below the earth.

Danny detransformed, completely exhausted, falling onto a table covered in different labeled specimen containers. He closed his eyes, and prepared himself for what would happen next.

And… nothing.

Slowly, cautiously, he opened his eyes.

Danny sat up, brushing off the foul-smelling liquid from the specimen jars, petri dishes, and assorted vials.

He felt…fine.

No, better than fine. He felt normal. Healthy.

He felt like he wasn’t missing most of his internal organs anymore.

Danny looked down at his stomach, and saw that the wounds that were killing him had completely disappeared.

(The blood blossoms, if there had been any, were still there, but they no longer hurt. At most, they itched a little, or maybe just tickled a bit.)

He wanted to question what in the hell had just happened, but he didn’t want to jinx it. He just quietly changed back to Phantom, going invisible and phasing out of wherever he had found himself in, ignoring the loud alarm system that had begun to blare when he broke the samples on that table.

Life mostly went back to normal after that.

If, like Danny, you ignored all the physical changes in a valiant effort to remain in denial that something was horribly wrong.

His skin was tougher, now; he didn’t get scrapes or cuts, even when he accidentally fumbled a knife while trying to cook. His ghost form was stronger, too; he was barely knocked down by his old rogues anymore.

He could fly, even in his human form. Though, admittedly, the flight was much different. It was like using a muscle he hadn’t known existed beforehand. He didn’t just ignore gravity or wind resistance, though he felt more graceful in the air now than he ever did as Phantom.

There were more powers popping up, lasers and cold breath, x-ray vision and super strength. His lungs and heart were larger, and he could handle temperatures much easier. He didn’t have to transform to handle the pressure and cold of space anymore.

His reaction time had improved, becoming much faster than ever before. His senses were much stronger, and he had even seemed to gain a sense of electric fields, like a shark.

The only thing that separated him from a Kryptonian was that he had developed electrokenesis, which he had never seen any of them use on TV.

So, surely, he was fine.

Everything was normal, he hadn’t been transformed by alien DNA in a sketchy lab, he had just had a really weird and specific metagene activation.

—

Clark Kent, Kal-El, was panicking.

It had been around a month and a half since a particularly brutal fight between Interpol and an unknown assailant, and it seemed that Interpol was determined to draw out whoever had scorned them.

Their method of doing this, of course, was trying to level the city.

He and Jon were doing their best to stop them, but with both Kon and Zor-El away on their own business, it was difficult.

And by difficult, he meant almost impossible.

Slowly but surely he was driving them back, but not without massive amounts of damage to the city, especially with only Jon on dedicated rescuing duty.

He was distracted, trying to draw a group away from a heavily occupied building, when a projectile hit him in the back of the head.

The world spun for a moment, and then it went black.

(It was, probably, then, some sort of Kryptonite-metal alloy. Interpol at its finest.)

He woke slowly, forcing his eyes open. He felt like he had been hit by an eighteen wheeler.

Clark jolted up, preparing for the worst.

To his shock, though, the city hadn’t been reduced to rubble while he was out.

Jon seemed to still be working on evacuation, either unaware that he had went down or forcing himself to focus on the task at hand.

Then, a lightning-quick figure flew into view, and Clark’s mind went blank.

He thought, for a moment, that Kara was back. But, no, that wasn’t right, she was supposed to be off-planet for another week or so.

Besides, this new figure didn’t move like her. They were lankier and more slender, and they flew quicker than any member of his family.

Their powerset was different, too; they focused mainly on using blasts of ice and electricity to drive enemies back, only occasionally using their strength or lasers—ones which came from their hands instead of their eyes.

He had woken up at the tail end of the fight, it seemed. The remaining Interpol agents were fleeing from the mysterious metahuman.

They stayed in the sky, motionless, watching them leave.

As if they could sense him staring, they turned.

They were small, still clearly young. Probably around Kon’s age, or maybe even younger.

Instead of the colorful clothing he had inherited from his family, the stranger wore black and white clothes which looked similar to a hazmat suit, their face covered by some sort of gas mask.

Interestingly enough, instead of the S-shape crest that he was so used to seeing, the stranger wore the letter D on his chest.

Kal’s heart sped up.

From up in the sky, he heard the stranger’s heart, on the left instead of the right, speed up in return.

But before he could say a word to them, they sped off, disappearing into the deep blue sky.

[thefreecheese]

April 2023

Discovery. Where are we? Let us always search for answers and use the past to guide us somewhere new. This month we are centered around a theme of discovery. We begin the month with Rogue. Every floor brings new danger but repetition and persistence offer gifts of confidence and endurance. Then, we go in search of the beyond as we team up in Phasmophobia. The cooperative ghost hunting game…

[ishonin]

"Knavery" 2023 Mixed media Stone: 17x9x9 cm, 2.2 kg I saw a fraudulent method in cartoons, when they made a hole in a coin and tied a rope to it. Then the coin was thrown into the vending machine, which read its face value, and then pulled it back. I did the same trick with a stone: I drilled a hole, tied a thin string and added a ring at its end so that it would be convenient to pull the stone back. I don't know where it can be used yet, which machine can be deceived and which accepts stones as payment. But I'm ready.