#Arabian master

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[lookslikethatsallthetimewehave]

Crystal Connection, Part 4

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[scribbles-dream]

Can we talk about Scheherzade? I love her characterization! Abused by her former master, so now she has a terrifying phobia of her death in relation to how she is a writer, so her story originally ends in the Thousand Nights with her death, but FGO changes this around and makes an unknown person wish for her salvation using a Grail, making it so that her story can be carried on by others who truly care for her and respect her. It's going to end; all stories do, but with love it can last so much longer and have a genuinely happy ending.

It's going to end. Someday, but not today. Someone cared enough to prevent that. She wants a Master that cares for her, but isn't overbearing or tries to control her. Someone she can just as easily reciprocate affection for through stories.

[swordlux]

Amusement | Gilgamesh x Reader

The Holy Grail War was a problem in itself, but what was more was the servant I had found myself stuck with.

What was it that Gilgamesh wanted? Was I really just a source of amusement to the cold king? And what did he mean when he called me his treasure?

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This time I heard it for sure, a honeysuckle laugh echoed through the dark space.

“Very well, you'll take me as your servant then.” ***

Chapter 1

I entered the church. The room was dark around me, the only light coming from the subtle lamps hanging along the length of the walls.

I checked the address on the invitation again, at the same time checking if the strange mark on my hand was still there. Its red ink burned in the darkness, denying any possibility that this was a dream.

“I see you’ve made it just fine,” a voice boomed out in the empty space.

I startled and looked around.

From the front of the church stepped a man.

I could see why I had missed him—he was dressed head to toe in a black, his expression as dark as the shadows themselves. The only thing that stood out about him was the gold cross hanging in front of his chest, which looked brightly accusing on his accosting form.

“You’re the one who sent the invitation?” I said, my voice steady.

“The paper was sent by me, yes,” he said, “But the divine invitation comes from the gods themselves.” The man lifted his hands up in reverence.

As he did the red mark on my hand began to burn. “Divine invitation… you mean this?” I held up my hand to present the mark that had mysteriously appeared a few days ago.

He nodded. “You are quick to comprehend. This won’t take me long then…”

“You have been selected to participate in a war of the gods. The candidates are among other talented mages such as yourself, people the grail have deemed worthy…”

Talented mages? But I had only ever practiced magic in my spare time. Surely that wasn’t enough to qualify me as a mage. And why me out of the hundreds of magicians out there?

The man continued with his explanation, but it made less and less sense as he went on.

Heroes fighting over some mythical object? All for the chance of having one wish granted? Were they really able to trick such esteemed beings into performing in this play?

When he finally finished, I let out a long breath. “Yeah… thank you for the opportunity, but I think I’ll pass.”

“What?” The man’s eyebrows narrowed at me.

“I politely decline,” I repeated.

“…Maybe I have not explained it well enough. You do understand that to be selected by the grail is a huge honor. A once in a lifetime oppor—"

“Once in a lifetime opportunity, yeah, yeah, I get it. Like I said, I’m good.” I turned to walk back down the aisle.

“You–” the man started, “Do you not have any desires?”

“Oh, sure. I have plenty.” I shifted to look him directly in the eye. “But there isn’t a single wish on this planet that I cannot grant for myself.” I sighed. “Honestly, I’m surprised you were able to convince such esteemed characters, as you say, otherwise. The whole thing sounds rather… sad.”

At that moment, I swear I heard a laugh ring out through the empty church seats.

The man blinked at me as if I was the one that had just come to him with such a ridiculous proposition. “Are you really—” He sighed. “Fine, if that is what you wish, then I must ask you to surrender your command seals.”

“Oh, you mean these?”

I looked down at the red markings on my hand. They burned with untapped power. I imagined my hand without them and suddenly found my chest feeling bare.

“You mentioned these would allow me to summon a servant, correct? A distinguished figure from history? Yeah, I think I’ll keep them.”

The look on the man’s face turned from contempt to downright outrage.

I continued my walk to the door.

“But– you–!” The man shouted after me. “To keep them means to declare your participation in the war.”

I paused and looked at my hand once more. The red markings already felt like a part of me. “Fine, I’ll participate,” I said. “But I won’t run around like a puppet for that stupid thing. I’ll do it simply for the experience of having someone to call me master.”

Again, the sound of that invisible laughter.

The scowl on the man’s face darkened. “The holy grail war is not a joke. Only one person can ever come out victorious. To participate, and to not win, is suicide.”

I sighed. “Then I guess I’ll have to convince the others that this is all a bunch of horseshit before it’s over. That, or find myself a servant strong enough to protect me.”

This time I heard it for sure, a honeysuckle laugh echoed through the dark space.

“Very well, you'll take me as your servant then.”

Continue reading...

[gagafan2009]

Aqua Teen Hunger Force Characters enthicity stereotype headcanon I made

[coquelicoq]

jonathan harker makes an arabian nights allusion but who does he think is the sultan in this situation? it's as if scheherazade got the sultan to keep delaying her execution by convincing him to tell her stories rather than the other way around. oh yes your highness please tell me more about the impressive battles of your ancestors...i could listen to your war stories for a thousand and one nights and never get bored...

[gengamer110]

Evercade - Sunsoft Collection 1 Preview

Up until recently, I did not care for the Evercade. I do really like the Evercade EXP. This collection includes these games: Mr. Gimmick Also known simply as Gimmick!, this is a cult classic platformer that was only released in Japan and Scandinavia back in the day. The story concerns a mysterious toy named Mr. Gimmick (Yumetaro in the Japanese original) who is tasked with rescuing his owner…

[nightsofandalus]

The Uncovered Mystery of Aladdin... A secret concubine?

Yara was a skilled thief and had always been drawn to shiny and valuable objects. One day, she came across a merchant who had a mystical dagger in his possession. Yara knew that the dagger was worth a fortune, and she decided to steal it. She waited until the merchant was distracted, and then she snatched the dagger and ran away. She knew that the dagger was dangerous, but she couldn’t resist its power. She had no idea that the dagger would change the course of her life forever.

Yara didn’t see any reason to keep the mystical dagger a secret from Aladdin. In fact, she was excited to share her discovery with him. She knew that he would be fascinated by the dagger’s power and would want to explore its capabilities. When she showed him the dagger, Aladdin was both impressed and intrigued. Together, they experimented with the dagger’s abilities, never suspecting that it would lead to their downfall.

However, their affair didn’t stay hidden for long. Jasmine, Aladdin’s wife, had grown suspicious of her husband’s behavior. He was always disappearing for hours on end, and she could sense that something was off.

Desperate for answers, Jasmine hired a spy to follow Aladdin around. It wasn’t long before the spy reported back with the news that Jasmine had feared — Aladdin was cheating on her with Yara. Watch the full story here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ClyVkSRYPs

[fredwkong]

Genie: Marcus’s Wishes

Click here to see the genie’s first master.

Marcus wasn’t your average jockboy. In school, he had been the class queer, marked for bullying because of his femme interests and gay voice. Worse, because he was one of the only Black kids. At university, he’d caught the iron bug and gotten huge, but kept the femininity, too. Nowadays, even with his powerful bod and handsome face, he still got dirty looks for his paisley shirts, peppy attitude, and swishy walk.

It was somewhere around 3 AM, and Marcus was feeling well and truly used. He hadn’t been topped like Mr. Peters had topped him in… he didn’t know how long. The Daddy dom’s husband, Lars, had told Marcus that the couple never double dipped on a guy, which sucked, but Marcus had more than enough wank material from this night alone to get him through.

Lars, still naked, followed the half-dressed Marcus to the living room. Mr. Peters was lounging on the balcony upstairs, smoking. Lars was giving Marcus the instructions for getting to the main street in his thick German accent. The other boys had left a few hours ago to catch the last busses home.

Something caught Marcus’s eye in the dimly lit room. A glint of light off of brass, an old, traditional lamp sitting next to Mr. Peters’ humidor. “What’s that?” Marcus asked.

Lars looked at the lamp like he’d never seen it before. “Some object of Daddy’s,” he grunted. “You like it?”

“It’s beautiful.” Marcus was living in his own place for the first time, and he was starting to decorate. He drifted over and lifted up the lamp. He could base a whole room off of its aesthetics.

“Take it.” Lars waved away Marcus’s half-made protestation. “If Daddy thought it was important he would tell me,” said the German model. “It clashes with our decor.” He moved closer, and growled in Marcus’s ear, “You deserve a present for being such a good slut.”

An hour later, Marcus crashed into bed, not bothering to undress or unpack his bag, leaving the lamp in his gym duffel.

The next morning, he woke up late and made a protein shake for breakfast. As he chugged it, he pulled the lamp out of his bag. Held it up against different spaces in his apartment. It would clash with the Britney poster in the bedroom. Ditto for the Barbie display in his office. He settled on the entryway. He could get a pedestal for it and make an Arabian nook or something.

There was some kind of stain on the side of the lamp. Grabbing a hanky, Marcus started to rub it, but was interrupted as the lamp slid from his grasp and released a cloud of rainbow smoke. When it cleared, a burly Arabian man in a thong and a slutty stringer tank stood in Marcus’s apartment.

“Hey cutie,” said the genie. “Make me some wishes and I’ll get you hot.”

Marcus’s eyes caught on the genie’s ample bulge, and then he processed what he was being offered. In the second before he made his first wish, all he could think was masculinity. There was a corner near his apartment where Hispanic men gathered to shoot the shit in their jeans and tank tops. Their manliness was effortless, totally unstudied, what Marcus had dreamed of being in his childhood.

“I wish I was more manly, like a Latino guy.”

“Got it,” said the genie, with a snap of his fingers. “One Latino meatlover, coming right up.”

Marcus found himself surrounded by a cloud of orange smoke. It smelled like sweat and spices, and Marcus found himself inhaling it deeply. The scent blazed a trail through his mind, and Marcus started to think in Spanish rather than English. His university education vanished, replaced by the foundation of his own landscaping company at 18, and all the hard, manual labour involved in maintaining and building yards for rich, lazy white people.

At the same time, the smoke pumped up Marcus’s big Black muscles further, and lightened them to a sun-kissed tan. His hair straightened and retracted partway into his scalp, leaving him with a simple, masculine haircut. His dick and balls expanded, and the extra testosterone threw his already ripe armpits into overdrive, filling the room with the smell of his sweat. Finally, the last of the smoke thickened into threadbare white briefs, tight jeans, and a tighter tank top, an outfit fit for the masc Latino guy Marcus was becoming.

The genie snapped his fingers once again, and Marcus’s apartment became Marco’s house, a one storey bachelor pad full of thrifted furniture, hand-me-downs, and Marco’s curated selection of Tom of Finland prints hung on the walls.

Marco looked around with satisfaction, his big, callused hands on his hips. “Buen, cabron,” he told the genie in his deep, firm voice. “I need to go work now.”

“See you tomorrow, hermoso,” said the genie, vanishing back into the lamp that sat on Marco’s living room dildo shelf.

During the day, Marco drove his pickup truck to the office, maintained the lawns for some clients, and handled everything it took to run his own business. He hadn’t done great at school—too busy working so his mami could rest—but once he’d founded the business he’d discovered a knack for accounting, so he sat in his air conditioned office to do paperwork while his college boy employees worked through the heat of the afternoon.

Well, he finished the work in an hour and spent another two sniffing his spicy pits while he tugged his thick cock.

After work, Marco drove home, checked his immaculate front and back yards for anything that needed maintenance, and fired up the barbecue. He didn’t realise he had cooked for four until he sat down at the table with a mountain of meat and no one to feed.

The next morning, Marco summoned the genie bright and early with his second wish. “I wish I had some amigos to share the evenings with.”

“Aww, you could have just asked,” the genie cooed, and blew Marco a kiss as he vanished, sending a heart-shaped orange smoke ring to hit Marco in the face with the scent of musk and spice. When nothing seemed to change, Marco shrugged and loaded up his truck for work.

At the first client’s house, Marco dealt with the usual white housewife cooing over his big muscles and blue-collar masculinity with a roll of his eyes. But then the woman’s son, a lean twunk home for the summer, stumbled down the stairs for coffee. He glanced at Marco, who was setting up the lawnmower, and saw a flash of orange light as his nostrils filled with the scent of the Latino’s musk, and his mouth with the flavour of unwashed Latin cock.

As Marco packed his truck back up, the twunk stepped shyly up next to him. At first, he asked the usual questions about Marco’s gym routine, but then Marco raised his arms, showing his hairy pits and releasing a cloud of fresh, sweaty musk, and the white boy seemed to swallow his tongue. He handed Marco a paper with his number on it and fled.

It was the same with every client that day. At some point while he worked at each house, a cute young white boy would walk up and hand Marco his number. Some were little femme twinks, others buff jocks, and a couple were cute hairy cubs. All were shy, pretty, and lived in the rich neighbourhoods Marco worked in. While he was in the office that afternoon, Marco was so busy talking to all his new boys that he fell behind on the accounting.

That evening, Marco’s house was full of the voices of hot young guys. They filled the dining table, the couches, and the patio Marco had built with his own hands. Marco barbecued to his heart’s content and wandered among the boys with his own plate. As he greeted each new boy, Marco instinctively pulled them in for a firm kiss and grope, then said “Hola, mi chiquita.”

As the night went on, the boys got rowdier and hornier. The rich, potent smell of Marco’s musk and the genie’s magic filled the rapidly heating space, and Marco found himself on his bed in a happy pile of rich white boys desperate to sniff and lick him all over. Just at the stroke of midnight, the genie heard Marco, facefucking a little twink while some jocks and cubs worshipped him, mutter, “I wish I could see myself fuck this little gringo.”

A blast of magic suffused every corner of the house with musky orange smoke. When it cleared, Marco’s bed was surrounded by film cameras, taking different angles as he shoved his thick Latin dick into the white twink’s throat. In the spare room, two of the nerdier boys sat naked at monitors and called shots for the stream. Each room had a camera setup, including a hidden corner on the patio and a secluded bower in the garden.

Once he was done with the twink and a sweaty musk worship session with a couple of jock boys, Marco got dressed for bed in a pair of stained white briefs and turned to camera one. “That’s all for tonight, gringos,” he told his viewers in an playfully thick Spanish accent. “Come back tomorrow once I’m done working hard on your lawns.” He fondled his pouch, and the stream cut.

As Marco stood by the door, kissing his boys goodbye, one young lad caught sight of a weird lamp sitting next to Papi Marco’s dildo collection.

Idea with inspiration from a chatbot of my own creation.

Click here to see the genie’s next master.

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[submissivegayfrenchboy]

30 / 05 / 2023

🇨🇵 FRANÇAIS / FRENCH 🇨🇵

HISTOIRE FICTIVE PERSONNELLE écrite en collaboration avec mon ami @tidodore2

- LES MUSULMANS SONT MEILLEURS ! -

PARTIE PAR submissivegayfrenchboy

Riyad était un très beau mâle arabe grand et musclé très dominateur qui ne supportait pas les homos. Or, la fille blanche avec qui il sortait avait un frère gay. Chaque fois que Riyad venait voir sa petite amie, son frère cadet le soûlait à parler de la communauté LGBTQIA+, alors que Riyad est un musulman conservateur dégouté par les homos.

Un jour, vêtu d'un survêtement gris, il cracha sur le pédé sortit son immense pied, et le frère pédé se jeta dessus pour le lécher.

PARTIE PAR tidodore2

RIYAD : "Mais ferme ta gueule sale pédé !!! J'en ai marre d'entendre tes discours à la con sur les "droits " des tapettes comme toi ! Regarde, j'ai juste à lever mon pied et tu te mets à genoux devant moi pour me lécher comme un chien ! Ça c'est la vraie nature des tafiolles blanches comme toi !!!"

PARTIE DE submissivegayfrenchboy

PÉDÉ : "Pardon je suis désolé ! Est-ce-que je peut avoir le "droit" de lécher tes pieds ! Je t'en supplie l'odeur est trop enivrante ! Je ferais tout ce que tu veut, je t'en supplie, laisse moi lécher tes pieds si grands 😍 !"

Le pédé lécha les pieds de celui qui baisait sa sœur. En échange d'avoir le privilège de lécher ses pieds, il disait du bien de Riyad à ses parents pour qu'ils acceptent un musulman dans la famille.

Le pédé avait retiré tous les signes LGBTQIA+, ce qui plaisait à ses parents peu fiers de leur fils gay. Ils ne réalisaient pas qu'il se détournait de son idéologie LGBTQIA+ uniquement parce-que il voulait plaire à Riyad. Il avait promis de lui trouver un petit ami. Riyad voulais dire par là un mâle musulman.

Les parents du pédé eurent le plaisir de voir leur fils cesser de parler des Droits LGBTQIA+, mais uniquement pour devenir un garçon blanc qui vénére les musulmans.

Les parents blancs eurent le déplaisir de voir leur fille se marier avec un grand mais beau musulman, alors que leur fils blanc voilé et féminisé épouser un gros mâle arabe poilu.

Celui-ci était un oncle de Riyad, et il emporta le pédé en Turquie, où il vécut en femme obéissante et jamais ne revit ses parents.

Mais il était heureux d'être aux pieds d'un vrai mâle viril qui l'aimait.

FIN DE L'HISTOIRE

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🇺🇲🇬🇧 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇺🇲🇬🇧

PERSONAL FICTIONAL STORY written in collaboration with my friend @tidodore2

- MUSLIM MEN MATTERS, WHITEBOYS! -

PART BY submissivegayfrenchboy

Riyad was a very handsome, tall and muscular Arab male who was very dominating and couldn't stand gay people. However, the white girl he was dating had a gay brother. Every time Riyadh came to see his girlfriend, his younger brother would get drunk talking about the LGBTQIA+ community, while Riyadh is a conservative Muslim disgusted by gay people.

One day, wearing a gray tracksuit, he spat on the fag and took out his huge foot and the faggot brother threw himself on it to lick it.

PART BY tidodore2

RIYADH: "Shut the fuck up, you faggot!!! I'm tired of hearing your bullshit talk about the 'rights' of gays like you! Look, I just have to lift my foot and you start knees in front of me to lick me like a dog! That's the true nature of white sissy boys like you!!!"

PART OF submissivegayfrenchboy

FAG: "Excuse me, I'm sorry! Can I have the "right" to lick your feet! I beg you, the smell is too intoxicating! I'll do whatever you want, I beg you, let me lick your feet, it's so big 😍!"

The faggot licked the feet of the one who was fucking his sister. In exchange for having the privilege of licking his feet, he spoke well of Riyadh to his parents so that they would accept a Muslim into the family.

The faggot had removed all LGBTQIA+ signs, which pleased his parents who were not proud of their gay son. They didn't realize that he was turning away from his LGBTQIA+ ideology only because he wanted to please Riyadh. He had promised to find him a hot boyfriend. By that Riyadh meant a Muslim male.

The faggot's parents were pleased to see their son stop talking about LGBTQIA+ rights, but only to become a white boy who worships Muslims men.

The white parents had the displeasure of seeing their daughter marry a tall but handsome Muslim, while their veiled and feminized white son married a fat, hairy old Arab male, one of Riyadh's uncles.

This one took the faggot to Turkey, where he lived as an obedient woman and never saw his parents again. But he was happy to be at the feet of a real manly male who loved him.

END OF THE STORY

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[lookslikethatsallthetimewehave]

That’d be one hell of a family reunion!

[ephemii]

okay let me ramble here because i need to be a nerd about scarabia for a minute-

as an egyptian, im naturally gonna be very biased (and excited) when seeing characters with arabian origins because a) it pulls out my scrutinizing side in seeing whether or not the creator of said character did their homework on the cultures and nuances and b) it makes it easier for me to relate to said character, making me love them even more!!

so i wanna talk about kalim and jamil for a quick second!!

Slight book 4 spoilers under the cut!!

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here im actually gonna focus on their names! i love their names a whole lot, because,

🌺 while jamil [jah-meel] ((the "a" in Jah is pronounced like the "a" in cat)) is a pretty generic name when it comes to media diversity, it's still a very nice and "refreshing" name, as i call it. also, it's the masculine adjective of "pretty/handsome/nice" and.... they're not wrong lol

🌺 as for kalim al-asim, his name is actually quite interesting! firstly, kalim [kah-leem] ((same withe the "a" as jamil)) means "speaker/interlocutor" in the arabic hyperbolic verb-adjective system— as in, when someone does [verb] a lot or is described to be excessively/wholly [adjective]. (although that isn't to say the verb or adjective, in the sense of "excessive" is bad! i.e the person could be (excessively/wholly) a liar "kaddhaab" OR (excessively/wholly) generous "kareem") so I feel like that fits his character a whole lot, actually. very bubbly and sociable!

🌺 the second half of his name, al-asim, is also very interesting. in the game, there's a little bit of misinformation on what "al" in an arabic name would mean. in the game it's explained that "al" would mean "son of" or "of the family" which... isn't really true, actually. instead, when wanting to refer to someone as "son of" you would say "bin" or "ibn"— kalim bin asim. also, that is to say, it's kind of an old system of naming, but scarabia is inspired by the ye-olde vibes of arabia in aladdin, so it's fine lol

🌺 so then, the "al" in his name, in this sense, is actually something a lot simpler! "al" in arabic is like the prefix "the"! So for example, someone could be named mohamed al-sayyaad —> mohamed the sayyaad (meaning mohamed the fisherman!) in which case, it can be used as an overall family name, but it doesn't really mean "of the family sayyaad".

nowww, when seeing what the adjective "asim" means, it has me scratching my head a bit because his name could actually have three possible meanings! :0

🌺✨ asim as in [ah-seem] ((once again, same with the "a")): أسيم

when أسيم is broken down to its fundamental components, it gives several meanings, notably; "goes on to order something" (which fits very, very well)

OR: "directs his sight/gaze to..." (which... also fits.....given jamil's signature magic 👀)

it can also be interpreted as someone who has authority.

🌺✨ a second meaning for [ah-seem]/[qah-seem]:((قسيم)) in this case, the "a" in "qah" would be like the "a" in water. also, if you're wondering about the "q" I'm just writing it in the exact way it would be written and pronounced in proper arabic if it were to BE that word/meaning specifically, as i know in-game his name is written as "Asim"... but to clarify, in egyptian arabic it's not necessary to pronounce the "q" when it's at the beginning of a word or name, so we just pronounce it as "a".... again, I'm writing this in my perspective, an egyptian :)

which means, literally, "the share"... why i feel like this interpretation is especially significant, though, is because "the share" here, in arabic, would actually refer to someone's destiny or fortune!

in this case, that the destiny of kalim and jamil is master to his servant, respectively, vice versa.... in that, that was how their fortune played out; that was what destiny has written for them in terms of their relationship— something that jamil can do nothing about, the hopelessness of it leaving him to harbor resentment for his inability to change his own fate. which, as we saw in book 4.... 👀 (this one is just SO. GOOD. OOF.)

🌺✨ and lastly asim as in [aah-sim]/[qaah/sim] : قاسم

which, in the case of (قاسم) would mean distributor/divider literally, and more specifically, someone who gives, who is able to share. and given kalim's overly generous personality and tendencies, it's very much fitting!

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[thecruellestmonth]

https://el-shab-hussein.tumblr.com/post/746494909142417408/fundraiser-masterpost

Some helpful newbie guides

https://jasonbasics.carrd.co/

Jason Todd comics and other media guide (Carrd) and guide on Tumblr by @dailyjasontodd

Robin Jason comic recs by @robiinjason

Guide to the Batfam by @comic-commentary

The Incomplete Bat Lore: A Biased Guide to Chaotic Canon on Archive of Our Own

Hoopla Digital (US & Canada)

This blog contains a lot of Jason Todd. He is not my son, he is not my boyfriend, he is a specimen that I study.

Masterposts and meta

Jason + cops

Jason + literature

Does Jason Todd support the death penalty? (No, he doesn't.)

Jason and Steph are smart by wonderwondered

Robin II: DC Animated Universe and source material - comics influences and parallels on the DCAU's second Robin

Jason vs security

Jason’s knife skills by wonderwondered

Jason's lesser-known skills by wonderwondered

Jason's fighting skills by wonderwondered

How does Jason feel about Sheila Haywood?

Known canon blood types of various Gotham-based characters

Jason's trust issues and bond with Dick (2023)

Jason + dogs - fondness for dogs (and cats)

Jason's numerous crimes and atrocities by wonderwondered

Is Jason known to be a Wonder Woman fan? (Kinda, but Diana isn't his favorite Wonder Woman.)

quick & dirty guide to Jason Todd in the modern masterpiece Batman: Battle for the Cowl by Tony Daniel

How many times has Jason Todd tried to murder Tim Drake and Damian Wayne? (once: Battle for the Cowl by Tony Daniel)

Some other blogs: @dailyjasontodd, comic-commentary (inactive), fuckyeahjasontodd.tumblr.com (inactive), @theunavenged, robiinjason.tumblr.com

Fan fiction recommendations

Jason Todd 2022 fan fiction recs

Jason Todd 2023 fan fiction recs

Talia & Jason fic recs (to be added)

Dick Grayson & Jason fic recs

Stephanie Brown & Jason fic recs

Bruce Wayne & Jason fic recs: sweet and bittersweet

Bruce Wayne & Jason fic recs: bitter and toxic (to be added)

Cassandra Cain & Jason fic recs (FIGHT!)

Damian Wayne & Jason fic recs (to be added)

Spooky Jason fics recs (for Halloween season)

Batman and Batfamily: canon vs fanonized myths

FANLORE Wiki

Re: "What are in your opinion the biggest difference between the comic and the fanon versions of the other Batfamily members?" by @theflyingwonder

Batfam canon vs fanon by @bat-lings

Re: "How do fandom tropes compare to actual canon characterization for the robins " by @thebatmanfiles-blog

Nicknames: What do the Bats call each other? answered by kiragecko, sohotthateveryonedied and solidpunchkindaeyes, cornflakepizza and batsgalore, and bluebeauregard

These are some facts that are easy to miss if you mostly read fanfiction instead of 20 year old comics. (Slightly Tim-centric, of course.) by kiragecko

Masterlist of Comic Knowledge Posts by sohotthateveryonedied

Other "Bat family" blogs

Talia al Ghul: katefatale (semi-inactive), onlytalia (inactive)

Stephanie Brown: Stephanie Brown Wiki, our-happygirl500-fan (multifandom)

Rose Wilson: Pre-Flashpoint reading guide by roseworth

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All of the book owners (so far) are the fictional authors of fictional fables and stories.

Mother Goose collection has Cinderella, Master cat or Puss in Boots, the sleeping beauty in the wood, little red riding hood, the fairy (all written for Louis the XIV in the 1690’s appx… the Grimm brothers are more relevant retelling sod the stories for an 1800’s Germany

Scherezade from 1001 Arabian nights started as one thousand nights and evolved to what is is now known as titular and story content wise. Having the ebony horse, the thief and the merchant, the adventures of Sinbad the sailor, and Aladdin and the lamp.

An interesting tidbit if the most famous stories from the collection (Aladdin and the Genie, Sinbad the sailor and Ali baba and the 40 thieves) they were either independent and added in later editions or added for the French publication in the 1830’s

And Aesops fables are from Ancient Greece and contain the basis for all fairy tales and fables such as the tortoise and the hare, the boy who cried wolf, the lion and the mouse, and others.

All of these story tellers also share things in common, all of them are either historically (Aesop) or designed to be (Mother Goose and Scherezade) people who are not wealthy, do not hold a position of power but wants to help the future.

Aesop was a Greek Slave who wanted to document the oral stories being told amongst the common folk and to also make commentary on the politics happening as well. With the commentary being seen as moral lessons for the children to grow and learn with.

Scherezade is the extremely learnéd daughter of the Vizier who agreed to me the next bride for the king to stop him from killing all the virgin wives he had. She constantly gets him to postpone her execution with the fables and changes his mind so he doesn’t assume all women will cheat immediately after sleeping with him. Giving the reader an idea of what knowledge can do.

Mother Goose is supposed to be a village woman who met a goose who laid golden eggs for her and eventually spun tales for the children of the village, entertaining and imparting lessons to them.

They all have some aspect of their stories that undermines their influence on change as well. For Aesop is is his state of slavery, for Scherezade it is volunteering to try and avoid death as long as humanly possible, and for Mother Goose it is the witch connotations that came about.

All of these coincidences and similarity paints a beautiful picture of humanity and imparting knowledge to the youth reading them but to have them all be relevant? WHY BRENNAN LEE MULLIGAN! WHY?!?!?!?!?!!?! WHY ARE ALL OF THESE SIMILARITIES APPARANT?!?!!? WHAT IS THE REASON?!?!!? WHAT IS THE IMPORTANCE?!?!!?

(Hi I am a Double Major in Psychology and History currently on a national scholarship research program, I just did a research paper on how popular media in each time reflects the politics of the time, meaning I did a LOT of digging into 1001 Arabian nights in terms of Orientalism, Mother Goose fables for the return of theatre (because of pantomime and an evolving comedia del arte) and Aesop was recent boredom research. Please message with questions if present!)

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South of Greece, across the Mediterranean Sea, exists an older race of Amazons Led by the Amazon Queen Myrina in the desert lands of Libya of North Africa. The Queen conquers surrounding tribes with her 30,000 Amazon foot soldiers, 3,000 cavalry, and shields and armor made of giant snakeskin. Their horseback archery skills were unmatched, and were masters of the Parthian Shot, (hitting targets behind, while riding away).

Invading the lands of the Atlantians, Queen Myrina treated the conquered cities savagely, slaughtering the boys and men, and enslaving the women and children, until the neighboring cities accepted Myrina as ruler. Myrina also defeat another neighboring race of warriors called the Gorgons, who Medusa later leads against Perseus. She continues her quest into Egypt, befriending the god king Horus, son of Isis. Journeying East she conquers the Arabians and Syrians and founds cities along the way. Myrina is finally killed in battle fighting Thracian and Phrygian warriors, and the Amazons, suffering high casualties, are forced to retreat back to Libya in defeat.

This episode of North African Amazons comes from Diodorus Siculus, in his book “The Library of History,” (1st century B.C.) Diodorus seems to be an outlier from other ancient authors in placing Amazons in North Africa. In addition, the Atlantian civilization he mentions is not the lost mythical island of Atlantis made famous by Plato, which authors place in the Atlantic ocean, just west of the Pillars of Herakles (strait of Gibraltar).

The Thracians, said to derive from a son of Ares, were a race which thrived on the west coast of the black sea in modern day Turkey and Bulgaria, and they were known as allies of the trojans at Troy. The Phrygians resided in Anatolia and the Southern Balkans, and were said to have fought with King Priam of troy against the amazons. King Midas, cursed with his golden touch, was a Phrygian king.

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A few moments between Armand and Marius that I love ❤️

Marius rescuing Amadeo from certain death, caring for him, loving him, cherishing him, and making the boy smile for the first time in a long time.

Amadeo is sick with a fever and he pushes his cheek to Marius' cheek to cool off (TVA pg 51)

Marius hires four new chefs after Amadeo tells him the Arabian food he ate for three days in the brothel was better than the food he was served at home (TVA pg 65)

Marius' beautiful painting of Amadeo

Armand writing a note to Marius telling him to start acting like a proper master 😂

Armand seducing Marius so utterly that he breaks his years-long fasting and drinks from him. (TVA pg 58-59)

Amadeo grabbing a battle axe and smashing down Marius' door when he would not let him in and talk to him - when Marius is being stubborn and emotional ❤️🪓 (TVA pg 79)

"Sir, mind my Master. You weary him, and in weariness he is a perfect crank" - Armand speaking of Marius (TVA pg 102)

Marius tells Bianca he loves her for her heart and for protecting Amadeo (TVA pg 215)

"You love me," I said, "as I am now, even more than before." "Oh, yes," he said. He hugged me roughly and kissed my throat all over, now, and my shoulders, and began to kiss my chest. "I can't hurt you I can't snuff out your life with an accidental embrace. You're mine, of my flesh and of my blood." (TVA pg 158) (the cute aggression! 🥹)

"Marius must have seen this hesitation. He passed his right hand through the very fire of the torch, and touched his warmed fingers to my cheek. Then he kissed me where this warmth hovered, and his kiss was warm." (TVA pg 179)

"I gasped. I turned my head and fell stupidly into Marius's arms. "Don't cry, Amadeo," he said tenderly in my ear." (TVA pg 187)

Marius and Armand drink from the same victim, and sometimes Marius holds the victim just for Armand to drink from (TVA pg 165)

Armand goes to sit and write after Marius punishes him. Marius approaches him and Armand knows it's to kiss him. Despite having just been punished, he lifts his head for the kiss even before Marius bends down. Marius confessing later he hates punishing Amadeo (TVA pg 206)

Marius hates punishing Amadeo, and always gives him kisses or pleasure afterwards. Amadeo always lavishes it.

How they nearly always greet each other with hugs and kisses, no matter the circumstances.

Armand mentioning that he avoids Marius because he is afraid he will fall completely back in love

Their mutual obsession with technology - While Armand is obsessing over blenders and microwaves, Marius is in awe over film and cameras.

"Marius stared at the distant house. My world trembles and I think of him, my Amadeo, my Armand." (QotD pg 242)

"Yes, my old child...." he murmured. He felt the longing for Armand again like music, like Bartók's violin phrases played in a remote and safe place where there was all the time in the world to hear. (QotD pg 248)

"Centuries ago in a palazzo in Venice, he had tried to capture in imperishable pigment the quality of this love. What had been its lesson? That in all the world no two souls contain the same secret, the same gift of devotion or abandon; that in a common child, a wounded child, he had found a blending of sadness and simple grace that would forever break his heart? This one had understood him! This one had loved him as no other ever had." (QotD)

"I love you," Marius whispered suddenly, passionately as a mortal man might. "I have always loved you. I wish that I could believe in anything other than love at this moment; but I can't." (QotD)

It was then that Marius came. He was trembling. "Unburnt, whole," he whispered. "My son." He had that wretched neglected old gray cloak over his shoulders, but I didn't notice then. He embraced me at once, which forced my girl and my boy to step away. They didn't go far, however. I think they were reassured when they saw me put my arms around him and kiss him several times on the face and mouth, as we had always done so many years ago. He was so splendid, so softly full of love." (TVA)