#bane: who?

[maegalkarven]

I love how in the Empty Prayers AU banites just straight up pack things and leave.

I'd thought of giving Gortash a Big Confrontation with his cult and his god, but I've decided it's actually worse if he's just simply left behind. Left on Read. Given the Ultimate Silent Treatment.

He has failed Bane, so he isn't even worth the god's single thought now. Of course he will be punished upon death, but in life the worst punishment he can get is being treated like nothing. Like he isn't even here, like he never existed in the first place.

I'm sure I'd drive him mad to be completely ignored by the god he followed and the cult he lead. Lord Gortash who? Idk him

[welcometogrouchland]

♫ I do what I want/Crying in the bleachers and I said it was fun/I don't need anything from anyone ♫

(ID in Alt) you guys ever think about your own posts and get upset?? Anyway Damian Wayne I love you I'm so sorry your life is like that

[sp0o0kylights]

Indie horror filmmaker Eddie Munson, high off his first big (underground but notable) success, knows the movers and shakers of the film world have their eyes on him. 

They're just waiting to see if he was a one hit wonder before they open all the doors he's been trying to kick down. 

His next upcoming film is his chance, his shot at finally making it. Of being like Rob Zombie and the other creators he looks up to that masterfully blended metal and horror. 

This is his golden ticket. 

The project starts off smooth. His last success has greased the wheels, and things fall into place faster than ever before. 

He's got the best idea for this insane haunted house story, a true "mazes in mazes" type of deal with a queer twist. A real look at how a place can haunt a person just as easily as a ghost can.

 Everything's going swimmingly--until one of his leads drops out the day they're due to start shooting.

No call no show's, and later, Eddie will find out the guy got a last second call back to be a contestant on one of those Love Island bullshit romance gigs (and laugh his ass off when the main love interest takes one look at Billy Hargrove and goes on a five minute rant about ugly mullets on national television) but right now? 

He's fucked. 

He's called in every favor he has for this film. Maxed out every credit card he owns, tapped every contact, got on his hands and knees and begged his rising star journalist best bud to help him market it. (Which Nancy agreed too, for way less cash than she should have.) 

 Eddie can't get anyone on the phone, much less find a replacement actor and the amazing place they rented, that is so dark and wonderfully eerie, is booked out the rest of the year as an AirBnB. 

If he doesn't film now, he loses it all.

Cue the other lead, unknown theater actor Steve Harrington, watching his hair pulling, tire kicking, 'cursing and hopping while holding a toe' mental breakdown and asks why Eddie himself doesn't act in it. 

"Just go full Kevin Smith man. Act and direct." He says, with an easy grin. 

Jeff, Eddie's tried and true videographer, trades glances with Gareth and Grant (Eddie's long used special effects and makeup team, who double for about twelve other jobs because they're also his best friends and they're all in this together, make or break.)

"We don't really have a lot of other options." Gareth hedges. "You're already using me and Grant as background characters." 

Eddie, hands fluttering around his face as though trying to wave away this entire situation, squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a pained hiss. 

"Fine, fine!" He announces with the air of a man running towards a fire. "Fuck it, this is our one shot and so help me I will be shooting it!" 

Steve politely hides a laugh with a cough. 

"Chuckle all you want big boy, I'm going to tragically romance you so hard people will forget both of our characters actually live." Eddie snarls.

Steve, the handsome bastard, just winks.  "Looking forward to it." 

Eddie blushes, but hides it with a surge of frantic energy, conveyed by lots of yelling and moving and getting the ball rolling. 

Two days later, Steve would give the performance of a lifetime down on his knees, covered in a literal pound of fake gore, booty shorts and nothing else as he sobbed about how a lover could become a home. His hands clawed at Eddie's jeans before resting a tear stained face on a slim leg as he bent his body towards Eddie like it hurt to be away from him. 

Eddie would later receive equal praise in his own acting during the scene, with the world and every reporter in it asking how he conveyed an otherworldly panic so beautifully throughout Steve's performance. What was he thinking, to evoke those expressions on his face? 

The way his own pale hand, unmarred by blood and acting as a metaphor for the plot, would come to stroke Steve's cheeks.

Eventually he'd come up with a smooth polished answer that cheekily pleased his audience, but nothing would ever come close to the truth. 

("Eddie I've known you since grade school." Jeff said that night, a scant few hours after they'd wrapped. "You can act man, but not like that." 

Eddie made a wild "shut up" gesture, looking frantically over his shoulder before admitting; "You saw how close his face was to the prince of darkness!? I was seconds away from popping a boner next to his lips, in front of the 4K camera!” 

Eddie bounced into Jeff’s face so he could hiss: “He fucking had his chin on my thigh, Jeff, and I am only a man. A mere mortal!" 

"So we're gonna unpack all of that later." Jeff said finally, when he'd managed to get his mouth working and Eddie back out of his personal space. "But dude, we've talked about you calling your dick the prince of darkness." 

Eddie flipped him off.) 

One year later and critics named Corroded the best horror film of the year, praising the camera work, practical effects, and how there wasn't a soul alive who was surprised to hear Eddie and Steve were dating after their explosive on screen chemistry.

No one ever quite understood the prince of darkness jokes or why Steve mentioning it made Eddie blush, but that was a secret to find out later. 

Today on WIP’s I have no intention of writing, indie horror movie AU!

[the-batblog]

This is probably a hot take but I don't think anybody actually cares who Batman is outside of the GCPD and conspiracy theorists.

When Batman first shows up he's a friggen poltergeist. He's a cryptid. For a second there maybe people thought he was just a creepypasta.

Then when people start to think… actually it kinda seems like he's a guy…? Like, he's a real…? Person…???

Then the GCPD is like, 'Okay, well, then he's breaking laws.'

But your average schmo is like, 'And? Yeah he's a guy; he gave me fifty bucks to get home last night. Right after he saved me from an acid piranha pit.'

But the thing is, Bats has his own personality. He's a whole person as the mask. People don't ask who Superman's secret identity is because, as far as they're concerned, Superman is just Superman, and when they can't see him, it's because he went home. It would be the same with Batman. They probably think he sleeps or hangs upside-down all day.

I think Gothamites like him as Just Batman; he's the city's pet monster, and they like it that way.

I think we get super caught up in the, "Batman's secret identity might be revealed! 😱" because Batman's secret identity is famous. But if someone unmasked Clark or Barry or Hal it would be like

"…I have no idea who this is."

And they expect the same of Batman.

GCPD wants to know so they can arrest him, conspiracy theorists want to know because they wanna know where he fits into the machine, gossip columnists want to know so they can get catch some drama, and real-person fanfic authors wanna know so they can accurately describe him when he takes his mask off to kiss Bruce Wayne.

[bookholichany]

It's actually quite self-explanatory

[god-mouths]

How horrifying must it be to be Damian Bane? and not Barsimmeon AS Damien Bane, I mean the CHARACTER Damien Bane. They've already established (thanks to the genius of Ify of which I am VERY grateful for this plot mechanic) that the movie/character versions of the play characters are trapped in reflections but ultimately unable to do anything in their own bodies. Sure, it's clear that the PC reflections we've met don't mind. Vic just wants to help Wendel out, and G13 is clearly rooting for Usha. But what about Damien Bane? You've been forced into a reflection, unable to control the actions of a man who is using your body as a joyride vehicle. Your original intentions as a character have been muddied beyond belief by this to the point where nobody knows what ideals you originally stood for. Were you a criminal? Were you a good guy? do you miss the absurdity of your own world at all? Has all the fun been sucked out of you by virtue of being forced to watch on as someone else uses the shell of your body as a tank to do things you'd never do? How horrifying. Or maybe he just doesn't care at all? who knows. Who knows.

[sashisuse]

THE VOICES.

[uas-art]

Based on a comment by DJSuperQueenXD on reddit!

I finished this a week ago or so, but didn't post it until playing through the new DCL and reading the interactive comic to make sure the one old god I choose wasn't given some new lore lol

Image IDs:

A 6 page comic, shaded in black and white and Grey screen tones.

Page 1:

Kallamar is posing with his arms out. He wears a necklace, arm bands, and bracelets with pearls and gems on them. He proclaims, "TA-DA! The Lambs newest attempt to gain my favor was gifting me crystals from my lovely Anchordeep! I made jewelry from them! What do you think?"

Panel 2 has follower form Shamura staring forward with a question mark over their head. Narinder is walking by in the background looking sideways at the scene.

Panel 3: Shamura says "It's--" but is cut off by Narinder leaning in panel saying"*Gawdy*".

Panel 4: Kallamar crossed his arms and says "Tch! I wasn't showing you! I was showing Shamura!" while Shamura turns towards Narinder.

Page 2

Panel 1 narender lens forward with his hand on his chest and says oh I am so sorry Elder brother! Please allow me to try again. Panel too narender has his arms held out and cheerfully says "wow Kallamar I thought we killed the old god of beauty and removed 'true beauty' from the world but you have proven me wrong! amazing! "

panel 3 Narinder has his hand on his hip and looks smug he says "there. happy? that was sarcasm by the way"

Panel 4 Kallamar looking angry saying "you are such an as--" while tomorrow tilt their head looking Confused

Panel 5 Shamura, looking more confused and upset says "old god of beauty... who?" To which Kallamar reaches out and replies "theyre no one don't worry about it" Shamura repeats in a shaky speech bubble "Old God... Of Beauty... Who?"

Panel 6 shamura has one hand at their bandaged head and one at their shirt. They are upset and panting. They say "the old god of beauty? Who? Who? I... I knew them. I know them. We met many times, didn't we? Uuh... Err..."

Panel 7, Shamura grabs at their bandages and shirt collar. Their eyes are wide and teary. Black blood oozes down the middle of their face. The line art in this panel is scratchy.

Shamura says "but what was their name? I... I can't...I can't remember their... Um... No... They were... Who?"

Page 3

Shamura is slumped to their knees on the grass while Kallamar has his hand on their back and on their arm, soothing them with "there, there. It's alright. Deep breathes Shamura."

Panel 2, Narinder looks on guilty.

Panel 3: Narinder looks to the side with a sigh.

Panel 4: Narinder sits next to his siblings, rubbing his neck. Kallamar glares while Shamura looks at their hands with eyewides.

Narinder says. "Aetherile. Their name was Aetherile. In their vanity, they called themself the god or beauty. Really they were the good of something else. But it doesn't exist anymore, so it doesn't matter."

Page 4

Panel 1 in the foreground, Narinder rubs is arm, looking up and to the side. In the background, a younger bishop Shamura holds their arms out behind a younger Narinder, holding an axe, and younger Kallamar, holding a sword. The screen tone on them is offset to show this is a memory

Narinder says "They were the first of the gods you declared war on after we met and you, Kallamar, and I became siblings. They were the first I got to help fight."

Panel 2 in the foreground Narinder holds up his hand. This time he looks down and two the side as he speaks.

In the background, a younger Narinder holds up a Hertics Heart. He has blood on his chest and chin and his shirt is cut. A younger Shamura looks on please while a younger Kallamar pouts behind them. Their toning is also offset.

Narinder continues, "you let me take their heart, even though Kallamar dealt the final blow. You thought 'Death Devouring Beauty' was a poetic end and I should take it instead."

Page 5

Panel 1, Narinder looks down and says "I know now you only gave it to me out of pity for my youth and to motivate me." Kallamar, a hand still on Shamura's arm, looks to the side and mumbles "that and you got yourself cleaved in two at the shoulder." Shamura is bend over with their face shadowed.

Panel 2: Shamuras face is zoomed in on. Their upper face is still in shadows. They say "... No..."

Panel 3 Shamura wipes the blood from the middle of their face with their shirt, looking much calmer, as they say "I remember now. That's not what happened, well, not exactly"

Panel 4: Kallamar and Narinder are shocked and both cry "WHAT?!"

Panel 5 the upper quarter of Shamuras face is in the corner. They are looking down. A younger Narinder is behind them. Leaning on his axe and looking idly at his claws. The toning of offset on him, and a copy of the line art offset as well. A noise layer is applied over the memory.

Shamura says "We only defeated Aetherile because Narinder made them angry--too angry to think clearly."

In a soft edge speech bubble Narinder says "A god of beauty? Ha! I guess you'll make a pretty enough corpse--for a hag anyway!" the text is faded and has an offset copy over it.

Shamura continues "Is what he said. They were so upset that they only attacked him, leaving an opening for Kallamar to deal the fatal attack"

Page 6

Panel 1 Shamura beans, holding up their hands. They chuckle and say "What a nice memory!"

Panel 2 Shamura pets Narinders head by his ear. He is Suprised.

Panel 3: Shamura puts a hand on Kallamar's shoulder. Kallamar smiles with a sign and has his hand on their arm.

Panel 4: the three are sitting side by side in the grass. Shamura with their hand on Narinders head and Kallamar's shoulder. Thwir shadows extend behind them, with smiles draw on each on as Shamura repeats "...A nice memory..."

[mostly-imagines]

edit: i am begging you guys to learn to read tags

[ewwww-what]

Do you think it’s possible that my god is Kristen?

[daemon-in-my-head]

He hesitated, and I will never forget that he did.

My brain is absolutely fried. It's been 32° Celsius today. There's no coherent thought left, so I just played around with colours. Fuck backgrounds btw.

I wrote 5 words today. Then I collapsed in my chair. Yeah, I'm doing fineeee, summer is my vibeeeee, I'm absolutely not rotting awayyyyyyyy

[izzystizzys]

Fox tags along on a smuggling bust one (1) time and subsequently wishes he’d never been decanted.

Well, he’s arrested the perp a lot more than just one time, actually, but that very first tackle into a chokehold and electrocuffs more than sufficed to turn the fates against him - the fates, and Cody, the insufferable twat. They’re not actually even batchmates, the lot of them, and going by numbers Fox was decanted long before them (long as in seconds or minutes, no one actually knows), but Seventeen put them all in a training room together and then stupid kriffing Kote looked him up and down, nodded, and hasn’t stopped calling him vod’ika since.

“Why is one of the Republic’s most wanted criminals asking to speak to you, vod’ika?”, Cody asks, without any preamble, almost making Fox cut the holocall on principle. He would, if General Kenobi wasn’t right there next to the little shit. “And why do I not like his tone?”

Fox has to resist the urge to close his eyes and scream, making do with a deep sigh instead. Force curse the day Cody decided to adopt-nap him, and Wolffe following suit immediately. “Weequay, shifty eyes, stupid fucking pirate bandana?”

Cody’s eyes narrow suspiciously, and Kenobi’s eyebrows raise simultaneously. It’s more than a little creepy.

Fox rolls his eyes so hard he sees stars. “Tell him he can go space himself, unless he wants me to do it for him. And then tell him that if he sends me fuzzy fucking socks again I might just hunt him down and do it anyways.”

Past the slide of the door, Thorn’s unmistakable cackle reaches Fox. And Cody, going by the narrowing of his eyes. “Don’t tell him that, ori’vod, he’s probably into that”, Thorn calls out, gleefully, and Force Fox really should’ve kept this to himself in the first place.

He would’ve, actually, but the constant stream of strange presents into Guard headquarters is hard to miss. It was Alderaanian chocolates, last week, which Fox pawned off on the Shinies. A box from a store with a blacked out label before that, which he launched out the window with burning ears before Thire could get a closer look at it.

“Actually”, Thorn continues, happily, “I don’t think it matters much if you do tell him anything - it’s not like the Commander has been the most graceful courtée, and that hasn’t done anything to discourage our favorite smuggler.”

“Marshall Commander”, Fox hisses, because he’s a pissy bitch, and then, because all professionalism has gone out the window anyways, “This is why Stone is my favourite.”

Thorn’s wounded gasp is lost over Kenobi’s thoughtful hum, and Cody’s patented I’m-going-to-do-something-incredibly-stupid-and-you-can’t-stop-me glare. “That would explain why we have Hondo Ohnaka accosting our troopers about your flavour preferences concerning fruit candies. But the one asking to speak to you is Cad Bane, Marshall Commander.”

The string of curses Fox lets out at that is loud enough to have Mauler stick his head in the com room to ask if everything is alright, and Thorn roll on the floor with howling laughter.

Force curse the day he ever slapped electrocuffs on Hondo Ohnaka, and double-curse the one he threw Cad Bane to the floor with a scissor leg takedown.

[shaed-artss]

Brrr!

[7weaslesinacoat]

you wake up, and open tumblr….

wayne manor is A-OK.

starfire and nightwing are dating.

jon kent is ten- thirteen

Alfred is alive and well.

…..

it was all just a nightmare…. a horrible, horrible, nightmare.

[asteriasfallingstarsandtears]

One of my favorite headcanons is that Gortash had a mandate from Bane to prove himself by corrupting the Dark Urge away from Bhaal. Then he ends up catching feelings, which shouldn't have happened because he's Gortash and he doesn't care about others, especially not nasty little Bhaalists, but he still does. And the Dark Urge is probably supposed to one up Bane for Bhaal by sacrificing Gortash to Bhaal, but they also catch feelings, which should be impossible because they were made for Murder and Murder alone.

Is there any proof in the game? Nope. Don't care. I like it.

[artbypockets]

stupid star wars doodles 🌈