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it just now dawned on me that all Those Windows in the mystery shack are not some clever background design choices, or funny haha easter eggs, or visual puns, or chekhov's guns

that is a house Ford in-universe canonically built with his own hands.

he. he made those.

"embraced" is up!

"embraced", the 3rd fic in the Robin Chronicles series is up! <3

Two words: Cuddle Pollen

embraced - foerchen - Batman - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

I want to right it but I have no clue how to start it!! ...... I hate writers block.

Okay but like, a fantasy/no capes au where Tim is a selkie, one who was fiercely protective over his pelt- but none of the Bats know that. One day, when Dick tried picking the innocuous-looking coat up from the floor, Tim “randomly” lashed out and bit him. 

A spider's web delicately entwined around an impala's horns and face, resembling a dream catcher.

The story of the Australian white ibis is hysterical in many ways.

These birds are native to Australia, yes, but they're not technically native to the cities. Or, well, kinda?

So, Australian ibises typically lived in inland wetland areas. Australia, however, is a dry-ass continent, and the swamps aren't always wet, so whenever there's a dry spell and the swamps dry up and the food dwindles, the ibis colonies will migrate to the coast for food. I suppose when their presence caused enough competition with existing coastal birds they'd fly back inland and hopefully the wetlands would be wet again.

Enter the Europeans - the ibis didn't have much contact with the white man for a hundred years or so, wetlands were too annoying to actively clear, so the white man mostly stayed out and the ibis generally doesn't leave while there's food. Or maybe they did, and the white man towns were too tiny to register for them and they just did their usual thing.

Come the 1970s, severe drought conditions once again led to ibises to flee the wetlands (and the wetlands were probably extra hurt and extra unable to recover due to water diversion for agriculture).

They went for the coasts, and there, due to the absolutely boom in Australian urban sprawl, they found....

Huh. That's new. But was there food?

The answer was yes there was, and not only that, it was almost like the food set out specifically for them!

I am of course talking about bins.

Bins have a couple of nifty features if you're an ibis. One, they contain food scraps, especially protein scraps. Two, the openings tend to be fairly far off the ground, so rats and other flightless creatures can't get to the food (the cockroaches can, which is a plus for the ibis because they eat bugs!)

Two, the bottoms are low, and ibises are wading birds so they have long legs and long beaks. Seagulls, crows and pigeons all have to wait for the bin to be fairly full - ibises can get in there at half full!

And three, natural environment for the ibis is diving into a fetid stagnant swamp with nasty bacteria to eat wriggling things. Their beaks and heads are specially adapted for that - they're bald, and the skin is specially adapted for diving into gross places. Their beaks are sharp and dextrous, so they can open packaging or simply pierce it to get at the tasty, tasty leftover fried chicken or whatever. And if the chicken's already got maggots? Fantastic, they love eating bugs.

So they don't wanna go back. Why the hell would they go back? And with every new drought, even more ibis leave the drying wetlands, find the cities, and decide to stay.

I mean, there's probably a selection effect - the birds that are scared of humans eventually return to their home wetlands, but the ones that aren't decide they're just gonna start nesting in the urban parks. Wetlands are also getting drier and drier (water use issues) so the wetland populations are crashing while the urban populations are exploding.

I think, the bin chicken has to be a symbol of luck. It is so insane to me that the human-designed environment ended up being an ibis paradise, where we've systematically murdered all their enemies and established abundant self-replenishing food sources that they and only them can access.

May you be as lucky as the Australian white ibis. May you leave your normal life for foreign shores and face not the expected adversity, but instead abundance and safety beyond your wildest dreams.

new post over on bluesky in my must draw shiney things arc full image HERE

My favorite DPxDC posts on tumblr (as I find them)

Eco-Ecto-Scientist Danny (I recommend going through all the reblogs of this one, they go in all sorts of beautiful directions, but you will get sucked in for a good two hours)

Danny and Sam are Thomas and Martha reincarnated

Dead on Main singer!Danny au song

Crime Lord Danny

Everlasting Insomniacs - Tim goes to Arkham

Danny and Danielle hostages in Gotham with moving walls

Tucker is a Streamer Danny is his cryptid roommate

Jazz is Arkham's new entertainment version 1

Jazz is Arkham's new entertainment version 2

Team Phantom knocks out Nightwing

Son of Themyscira: Danny's Grave

Danny works at a diner front

Team Phantom is Young Justice Dark

Batman buys Constantine's soul

Constantine's Interns

CADMUS Danny and Match

Danny is a training villain art

Danny's Bowery Daycare (with fic link)

VVV These two start with the same prompt but go in wildly different directions. VVV

Escalation au

Instincts au

Thermos/Urn Misunderstandings

Drink mix-up and Weston family curse

That's all I can find for now, my eyes are burning and I've been at this for 3.5 hours.

Danny is reborn as Damian Wayne except he has zero plans of staying as Damien

There was an incident when Danny was 16 that caused him major injuries. in a deal with Clockwork as a way to technically rejuvenate him with no repercussions and as a way to still watch over Amity with full power. he needed to be reborn.

He is reborn back in time as Damian Wayne. Danny has to do certain things as canon events but by the time he reaches 16, he can leave and go back to Amity. which will not have even realized he has been gone.

Danny goes through all the normal plot points like being raised by the League of Assassins and going to train with his father as Robin but instead of treating it as his entire life's purpose he is treating it like a Clockwork mission. Danny has done a lot of missions where no time has changed at all between his leaving and coming back to the present so he is not very concerned.

Unfortunately for Danny he did not think of the loose ends he would leave. The bat family wakes up one morning expecting for Damien to be at breakfast only for him to not show up. They check rooms, Friends and trackers but they cannot find him. 

While Danny is reuniting with his friends and about to start his senior year, the entire hero community is trying to figure out where Damian has gone.

So, time in the Infinite Realms is pretty warped. Some places it moves faster, some places it moves slower.

This is pretty convenient for Danny.

This is pretty confusing for the other heroes.

Danny, leaving in a portal: Alright everybody I got some ghost king paperwork to deal with I’ll be back in a sec

Heroes, doing their business: aight

Danny: Hey I’m back! Gosh paperwork is so annoying to deal with..

Heroes: ??

*Danny has an argument with Jazz or smby idk*

Danny, storming off: Don’t try summoning me!

Heroes: you two need to work it out

Jazz: Yeah we should. I’ll apologize when he gets back.

Danny: Hey guys I’m back! Sorry about that I was pretty upset but I’ve cooled down now.

Heroes: ???

Jazz: No worries! I’m sorry too.

Heroes: ????

Or: everybody consecutively forgot to explain the time warping to them. They’ll figure it out. Eventually.

“Finish it,” Wade ordered him, shoving the rest of the bottle at him. Danny did without question, and Logan pulled the edges of his skin together and started stitching again, his hands coated in molasses-thick neon green. “This slow-mo regeneration bullshit is baloney, by the way. Give me hyper or give me death, god damn.”

Danny giggled weakly.

“Oh, you think I’m joking?” Wade demanded. “You have discovered a new in-between hell place I had never imagined! Do you know how rare it is for me to find horrors that I haven’t lived through? But here you are getting your heart sewn up through your vivisection wound because your regeneration is too good to let you die but not good enough to fix you on its own! Do you know how hard it would be to vivisect me at all? Jesus fucking Christ! What a fucking nightmare!”

“Put a cock in it, Wade,” Logan snapped. Danny, on the other hand, was giggling so much his chest was trembling, so apparently he was the type to find his own fucked-up life funny too.

Danny Has Bat-wings

Clockwork would regret the day he taught Danny shapeshifting. The ancient time ghost thought it was wise to educate the prince/apprentice to change his appearance at will to better blend in when he traveled across universes.

Add that to the fact Clockwork has been very lenient with the prince and let him cross as amny universes as he desired.

Danny had learned how to make small alterations so far. He started by making himself taller than clockwork but after struggling to cope with low ceilings he stopped. He resorted to using tails and ears of many kinds. He usually took the time to study any animals he wanted to copy and use their traits after figuring out how they worked. He is still years away from a full transformation as this mentor said but he was determined to master at least one.

Danny's greatest discovery so far are wings. He made a full set of wings, bones and all. Although he hasn't figured out feathers (look they are more complex than patches of fur!) so he has bat wings.

Danny was more than proud to show them off to clockwork, practically bouncing off the walls as he darted back and forth.

"Very good Daniel." Clockwork said putting a hand on Danny's head and stopping the boy from moving. "Perhaps you can focus on learning to use your extra limbs now.."

Danny rolled his eyes. He already knew how to fly. He was literally doing it now. Is it really that hard to flap your wings?

Danny took it back, flying is hard.

He had found the rooftops of Bludhaven a good place to practice. Danny understood now why birds pushed their chicks out of the nest as he had to jump off roofs to get enough air to fly. Well, he wasn't flying, yet it was more flapping wildly until he could soften his landing.

Bat wings aren't really made to sit on your back comfortably so Danny had to wrap his wings around his body like a weighted blanket.

Danny learned quickly that dropping down alleyways and having his wings covering him caused people to panic and run. He didn't even get a chance to say sorry. Other times they attacked him calling him "The Bat" or "Batman", which is first off rude, and second, they could have at least called him a vampire or something.

News traveled quickly in Bludhaven right to Detective Grayson that Batman was in town. Which was weird because Bruce should be on a case right now. So it was Nightwing's job to see what was going on.

This "Batman" was clearly not Bruce. Any Gothemite worth their salt could tell that but the people of Bludhaven aren't familiar enough with bats. Speaking of bats, the "Batman" was more of a bat boy. Had ManBat had a kid, probably not.

The kid darted around and jumped from roof to roof with ease. After a few hours of practice, he'd wrap his wings around him and take a quick nap.

Usually, Bruce would demand a file be made on the kid and give him the 3rd degree on why he's here but this was Nightwing's territory. And he thought the kid was harmless if not a bit goofy.

Dick decided to stay quiet on this and letting Bludhaven have its own little Bat Boy. What's more entertaining to watch the kid learn to fly and failing when he tried to land.

The Justice League is facing down a god of Weather they've never heard of, and they need to summon the Ghost King. They expect Constantine to be nervous, or even perhaps a little afraid. They don't expect him to start laughing hysterically and drawing a sigil on the floor with lipstick he had in his pocket.

"Constan...tine?" Flash asks, looking concerned.

Zatanna just sighs and walks away, clearly knowing what's going on and wanting nothing to do with it.

"He can't run away from me now!" Constantine says, aggressively finishing the summoning circle and slamming his hands down to activate it.

"Oi! C'mere, you little shit! There's no getting away this time! Some big ugly bloke who controls weather is causing trouble, and I'd say that's one of the things you can't ignore!"

The summoning sigil glows. It seems...sluggish.

Then is speeds up, and a teenager wearing a NASA hoodie rises out of it, holding a burger in one hand and wearing a tired glare on his face.

"Fine. I'll go get him. Can you stop being weird about this?"

"Weird? Nawr, I'm not weird. But you are gonna need to do a debrief, before you leave. Which means coming up here." The 'where I'll be waiting' is unsaid, but very clear.

The Ghost King looks disgusted before disappearing, presumably to deal with the Weather God.

No one says anything, but everyone stares at Constantine.

"What-?"

"That's his lovers' son, and he's been trying to win him over for months." Zatanna drones, coming back with a sandwich.

"That...I mean. People don't usually call their stepkids 'little shit'." Superman says, looking both uncomfortable and a little nervous.

"Well most people's unofficial stepkids don't deliberately cockblock them by opening a portal to the Infinite Realms beneath their feet, now do they?"

Or; Constantine was sent to investigate Amity Park and apprehend the criminals Jack and Maddie Fenton. He failed steps 1-6 and fucked them instead. Except their son is the Ghost King, and in response to Constantine showing up again and again, he decided to start tossing the Hellblazer into the Infinite Realms every time the man tried to get nasty with the kid's parents. He's also been avoiding Constantine like the plague, deliberately not answering any calls from the man and leaving to a different dimension whenever Constantine tries to talk it out. Now, though. Now John's been given a chance to summon the little shit and try to sit his ass down for a long overdue conversation about boundaries and the fact that he doesn't get to decide who his parents fuck. And yes, the lipstick in his pocket was Maddies.

There is a parallel universe where Tumblr is actually a great functioning site

Okay but that sounds so gay "pensive air and fiery gaze struck him singularly" that sounds like a love poem

Imagine sitting in a quince tree, reading a book, minding your own business... only to encounter a strange, dour man walking around who turns out to be Jean-Jacques Rousseau.

On his roving walks, he met more than once a man whose pensive air and fiery gaze struck him singularly. It was JJ Rousseau, which he learned later.

Charles-Victor de Bonstetten: étude biographique et littéraire d'après des documents en partie inédits. (1860). Switzerland: Georges Bridel éditeur.

I'm debating on if I should include this in my slide prez on rousseau

Well there was a meme out there with Rousseau wearing a schoolgirl outfit which I recreated about 2 years ago and there you have it

Rest in peace yall

I showed it to my cp gov teacher and neither of us could stop laughing for a good minute

Made a thing. Come on. You know you want to play. Though be warned, it may be more difficult than it looks!

Pfft... it's just cursed at this point from the first show to in games. So who cursed it????? Cause honestly fair.

Everyone knows Jason likes Jane Austen and reads romance. Everyone assumes the romance he reads is historical. And some of it is, they're not wrong, but most of what he reads is reverse harem monster fucker smut.

When Red Hood gets sacrificed by a cult during a summoning ritual and the ghost king shows up in all his eldritch glory, Jason has never before been more grateful for his full face mask. He has never blushed so hard in his life. He's the same color as his mask right now, actually. He is way too into the tentacles. Like, way more than he ever thought he'd be. It’s honestly impressive that any blood is managing to leave his body with the way it’s all rushing to his cheeks. He's also about to swoon like one of the heroines in his favorite old bodice rippers. 

That last part probably is the blood loss, though. 

TEACH YOUR KIDS

I REPEAT TEACH YOUR KIDS

It doesn't matter what you think they will or won't do. Teach them about internet safety, safe sex, what drugs can do to you, teach them that they can come to you if they are in trouble because they won't get in trouble in the moment! Help them!

ONE LAST TIME TEACH YOUR KIDS!

my most controversial batman opinion to date

2015 - Here are some gifs of Donald Trump being attacked by a bald eagle named Uncle Sam, literally the least patriotic thing that can happen to an American. [video]

I feel like any aliens that were prey at some point in evolution would have an odd fear of humans. Mostly cause they look like predators, act a bit like predators, and ARE predators. One perfect example is when we're focused on something like a mosquito that's been bugging us for a long time and we are just done.

Alien: "What. What..?"

Human: *HUNTING down a mosquito it saw*

Alien: ".... yeah I am really uncomfortable...."

Human: *quiet footsteps, pupils dialated, intense focus,*

Alien: *WAR FLASHBACKS*

Human: "Found you." *absolutely desimates the mosquito, squashing it into a million pieces as it's guts and various body parts liquidize into blood of the bloodthirsty, now stained on the palm of the human. A living being now reduced to a useless corpse as the human wipes the remains on their pants*

Alien: "I feel like I've just gained trauma."

so that One Piece remake news huh

It too cute!!!

oh my gdO CAN YOU DRAW GODZILLA MOMMA CARRYING LIKE A HUNDRED LIZARD BABIES ON HER BACK FOR TAKE YOUR CHILD (lizard) TO WORK DAY

oh SHOOT well i cant swing 100 but how bout

I BOUGHT FROM HIM WEEKS AGO AND ALL I GOT WAS CRAPPY COPPER THAT CRUMBLES! (Complant carved into a stone tablet)

TUMBS, THIS ONE FOR YOU

Religious art leaves out the best part and it’s such a goddamn shame. Livestock, Agriculture and Food is an integral part of any culture and we all need to be pushing for more realistic sheep in religious art. #FATTAILSFORJESUS

Steve Irwin in a Jaeger would be entertaining.

Look over there. There’s a Catergory 3 Kaiju. Biggest one yet. 

Ah’m gonna wrassle with it. 

ME, A NORMAL CONTRIBUTOR TO FANDOM: So let’s talk about the pedagogical implications Thanos’s snap would have on the Sesame Street curriculum within the greater MCU.

thinking about the expert masseuse Alfred hired for the family that is paid a small fortune annually to provide massage services and ignore so, so many things. No questions, no remarks, just quality service and an ironclad NDA that, if broken, would probably topple said masseuse’s entire family line.

Things Alfred is paying them to ignore, in no specific order:

Bruce’s spinal hardware courtesy of Bane :)

weird amounts of muscle on everyone, even the kids (despite them allegedly not working physical jobs)

scars

FRESH scars

the fact that every joint in Bruce’s body clicks when moved/manipulated at the tender age of 42

Olympic athlete level physiques

rotator cuff injuries across the whole family

scars that are definitely from bullets and/or acid splashes

old signs of what looks like torture (Bruce)

Dick’s entire left arm is basically screws and plates (he “fell really bad” once)

every single family member takes deep tissue massage with max pressure with 0 complaints

calluses

no really, the weirdest fucking calluses