#or should that be batnip

[shinydh]

One longstanding online friend of mine is a Baseball Autistic and also enthusiastic creative writer, and indeed we met through roleplaying fantasy nations playing sports (with results generated through community-created algorithms designed for this purpose, weighted by ranking adjusted for a bonus for roleplaying quality).

While she's American and I'm British, we did meet in person once - when her family visited London, she broke off from the family schedule on the day they did the tourist trap afternoon tea (which extremely isn't representative of how at least today's actual British people eat, for any Americans who don't know this) to join me at a cricket match at historic "home of the sport" Lord's, via having an actually representative afternoon meal in a pub. It is the only large sporting crowd I've ever been in (22,664, which was about 75% full - though we were at the back of a since-redeveloped stand where it was emptier than that), and I owe it to her for getting out safely because I was overloaded then and only then. But before then I had a great time, and even took my noise-cancelling headphones off for part of the game (and this was the short-form T20 version which lasts about as long as a baseball game and draws more... Vociferous crowds than longer forms of cricket).

[ask-the-splitmind-au]

Meet the Spearmaster! (Splitmind AU)

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The fucked-up science fair project

Some more lore on the designing of Spearmaster is that I wanted my iterator-made sluggies to learn a lot harder into the 'slug' part of slugcat. As such, Spearmaster (and Hunter) have the little feelers on their face, as well as feeling a lot slimier and lacking a lot of fur. Plus, the little ruffle thing around their sides looks really cute to me.

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Pre - Suns

Well, as 'Pre-Suns' as it gets, considering they made them.

Spears was initially created by Suns as a way to deliver the gold pearl to Pebbles. Suns carefully made their organism, placed the pearl inside it's body, and sent it on it's merry little way. Spearmaster did it's duty, delivering the pearl, but on it's way back, was viciously attacked and the pearl was ripped from it's body. Not sure if Suns wanted a pearl like this floating around, Spearmaster decided to lay the pearl to rest somewhere far, where (hopefully) nobody else could find it.

When Spears got back, Suns mostly just told it to do fuck-all until they needed a messenger again. It was always to give sensitive information, usually to Five Pebbles, regarding the process of self-ascension. Overall, Spears grew used to this routine and Suns never really saw Spears as a living creature, rather, an object.

That changed upon the latest, deep red pearl, once Pebbles began rejecting normal communications. After seeing the pearl so violently ripped out, and realizing just how diligent the messenger was in their journeys, Suns' opinion of the little fellow changed and they treated it more like a pet cat when it returned.

Post - Suns

Similar to Ruffles and Moon, Suns was visited by a small dark slugcat that spoke perfectly with no clear indication as to how. After it explained how it was an iterator living within the creature's mind, Suns became intrigued at the idea that this could be the answer. It gave Suns the unique pearl with the information on how to do such, and told it that should the process be a success, pass the pearl on to others nearby when it was no longer of use to them. The creature also advised Suns to craft the ideal body for this, and Suns simply held up Spearmaster, believing their organism to be a perfect host.

Suns attempted to explain everything to Spears, but (in typical cat fashion) they weren't particularly listening. Suns went ahead with the procedure, and bound their mind to Spears'. When the pair came to, Spears was terrified at the sudden loss of life in Suns' puppet until they explained everything from within their head. Suns wanted to take the pearl to Pebbles first, hoping he was still in good enough health to make use of it, but Spears refused to set paw near his can again. Suns decided to let Spears keep doing their thing, but wanted to explore the world a little before they'd think about trying ascension.

Despite this, Spearmaster never really met any other slugcats, even though they were a fast traveler. Suns kept encouraging them to visit other iterators, but each one they went to already seemed to have gotten the message. Interestingly, Spearmaster did meet a green pup with the same eye, and he was quick to spill that Unparalleled Innocence was in his head. Spears found the fellow charming, but had no interest in keeping a young child alive and left shortly after.

Spearmaster travels afar, guided by Suns to find any remaining iterators and share the message with those it has not reached. Secretly, Spearmaster hopes to find the first slugcat who shared the idea with them, since they found themselves quite fond of the creature, despite only seeing them.

[spotsupstuff]

Someone should make boreas a batnip necklace for his bug hunting

i like to think that he makes these like.. so Boreas is a little bit inspired by deer and stuff? as one could possibly guess with his antennas. he's a fallen angel, but also a fucked up aggressive carnivorous deer. and as we all possibly know, elk call is a really very good cool sound

allow me to present in case you aren't familiar or simply are in need of some good horny boy elk yelling

and well, as one could've seen with the Void Ferry thing i did, i like messing around with sound a little. i'd Love to have some sound designer knowledge, i'm finding out, so i've been thinkin about Iterator sounds and them possibly having some more personilized noises. they beep and boop, but give some interesting Nudge into it, catch my drift?

n also convey some of that worldbuilding through it- Iterators make almost animal-like sounds when idle to put them lower than the Ancients vocally too, not only by the design of the puppets' hands

so with Boreas main inspiration are these elk calls, combined with smth like blowing into an empty 1.5L bottle, maybe didgeridoo, some electric edge to it and this Other audio i made three years ago

n what i'm thinkin that ultimately relates to your question: the sounds he can make sound very reassuring to batflies

the lil shits are either completely silent or they let out those lil bat squeaks and Boreas sounds to them like a waaaay pitched down version of their own calls. pitched down means bigger n bigger member of their kind means safety (since they are pack animals, they flock n all that) and so they come to him

therefore Boreas is just walking around making his weird techno-elk-cryptid noises and the batflies come to him, no need for batnip. he might still take it though since the batflies like it

[ultrahpfan5blog]

Batman: Return of The Caped Crusaders and Batman vs. Two-Face - Movie Review

I honestly did not even know either of these two films existed until a day ago. Upon finding out, I was really curious to watching both movies. I will say that for that for those who love the Adam West Batman series, both these movies are probably a delight. Its very much rooted in the camp of the 60's tv show, both in terms of plot and performances.

I think I enjoyed Batman vs. Two-Face a bit more but there is quite a bit of fun to be had in Batman: The Caped Crusaders with Adam West's Batman going bad. I believe he even gets to use some dialogue from The Dark Knight Returns. Both movies assemble the same gang of villains, with Joker, Riddler, Penguin, and Catwoman plotting some ridiculous scheme. In Batman: The Caped Crusaders, the villains make Batman go bad, all in order to eventually rob the Gotham Art Museum. In the process, we have Catwoman infecting Batman with "Batnip", which slowly turns Batman more aggressive and angry as he takes over Gotham city and every single major position in the city. It is deliriously silly stuff. Batman vs. Two-Face plot is basically Two-Face trying to infect everyone in Gotham with the same evil gas that created him. Batman vs. Two Face does at least have an element of mystery behind it, because for a while it is not clear if Harvey is Two-Face or if it is some impostor. And there is a bit more of a personal connection between Bruce and Harvey and an ongoing resentment for Robin over their friendship. In both movies, there is also a romance between Batman and Catwoman which is pretty funny. Both movies also mock how hopelessly inept the Gotham Police Department is when both the Chief and the Commissioner can't do anything without Batman.

When it comes to negatives, the camp does get a bit too silly at times. Almost every second line in both movies is an "old chum" or "Gosh Batman" "Jee golly". The movies are littered with alliterations throughout. After a while, it does get on your nerves a bit because it crosses the line between good natured callback to the elements of the 60's show, to straight parody. Return of the Caped Crusaders is a just 10 minutes too long. Its a movie that probably should have been streamlined a bit. Batman vs. Two-Face is better in that way. The film also makes Batman look like an idiot at times. The side character of Aunt Harriet also gets a little irritating in both movies after a while.

In terms of voice acting, the highlights are definitely Adam West, Burt Ward, and Julie Newmar returning as Batman, Robin, and Catwoman respectively. You can definitely sense Adam West's age at times since he obviously is peaking slower now than he would in the 60's, but it feels like he was having a lot of fun voicing the role. Both these movies were the last work he did. Similarly, Burt Ward is on the money as Robin. His voice is still surprisingly youthful. Julie Newmar is lovely and seductive as Catwoman. Lee Meriwether also gets to have a Catwoman moment in the second movie. There are some other highlights like William Shatner as Harvey Dent/Two-Face, Thomas Lennon as the Police Chief, Jim Ward as Gordon, Steven Weber as Alfred, Wally Wingert as Riddler, William Salyers as Penguin, and Jeff Bergman as the Joker.

Overall, these are movies you have to be in the right mood for. Objectively, they are very cheesy and silly, but they are largely meant to be because that's what the 60's show was like. If the 60's show and the 66 movie is appealing, then these two movies will be too. I will say Batman: Return of the Caped Crusaders is around a 6/10 and Batman vs. Two-Face is a 7/10.

[parageist]

they should just stock up on mushrooms and batnip and then they can use their magic tummy golden experience powers to create batflies somehow

what if i just like. Didnt go to school. normalize being a cringe girlfailure and staying home to play hideo games :3

[saber-of-dreams]

Flock Together (Birds of a Feather Pt. 2)

Part I

The world was filled with the inexplicable.  

Damian knew that better than most.  

He’d been born and bred to be analytical, to focus on the facts and remove emotion from the equation entirely.  But even he had to acknowledge that sometimes things just happened.  There was more to the world than he or anyone else would ever be able to explain.  Most days, he was okay with that.

But most days he didn’t feel like there was a gaping wound inside of him.  A raw, tender thing that made him almost insane with the desire to...well, that was the problem.  He didn’t know what it meant.  The wound wasn’t physical.  He wasn’t even entirely sure it was a mental one.  All of his faculties were in tact.  He could reason and his judgement was still sound.

Still.  He burned.  Ached.  Something was wrong.  It was a truth he somehow knew to the depth of his heart.  He just didn’t know why he knew it.  Or how.  He didn’t even know what it was that felt wrong.

He’d tried all the conventional methods to tease a meaning to all of this out, but nothing had worked.  No one had batted an eye when he’d meditated.  Or when he’d nearly passed out from training for thirty-six hours straight.  Nor when he surrounded himself with a fortress of books on the metaphysical, dreams and their interpretations, birds and their meanings, and the wonderfully vague ‘intangible feelings.’

But this time, this time he’d gathered an audience.  Mercifully it was just his mother and a couple of servants, but still...

“You want to what?”  Ra’s Al Ghul asked.  There was an edge in that question that set Damian’s heart palpitating.

Damian stood his ground.  Though his grandfather’s presence was that of a monolith among ants.

“Leave.”  Damian repeated.

“Why, grandson?”  Ra’s Al Ghul asked.  There was, mercifully, no anger in the question.  Only curiosity.

Well obviously the truth was out of the question.  Damian couldn’t express something he himself didn’t understand.

“The world is wide, and I know little of it.”  Damian supplied.  Not a lie.  

His grandfather considered this.   “That is not all.”  

Damian acknowledged this with a short bow.  “And...I wish to know of my father.”

This was the only concession that Damian could allow himself.  The only piece of this that he was sure of, and the only part that he could speak of without raising too much suspicion.

Whatever it was that Damian felt, he knew that it had something to do with his father.  

“Damian!”  His mother snapped.  

Ra’s raised a hand.  “It is natural, for the boy to wish to know of his progenitor.” 

Damian didn’t move.  

“I will allow it.”  Ra’s decided.  “You may go out into the world, for a time, Damian.”

“My thanks, grandfather.”   Damian said, bowing deeply this time.

His mother found him as he was closing his pack.  A feat, as he’d taken the precaution of packing before making the request, and had only returned to check it over one last time.

“What is this foolish notion of knowing your father?”  She demanded.

Damian secured his pack and placed it over his shoulders before turning around.

“It is as I told grandfather.”  Damian said.

“Do not lie to me.”  She hissed.

Damian shrugged.  In all technicality, he wasn’t lying.  

She narrowed her eyes.  “A lie of omission is still a lie, boy.”

“Perhaps I simply wish to know more than the walls of this compound.”  Damian said.  He pushed past her.  She let him go.

Gotham city was his every expectation.  Gritty, hard and riddled with the exploiters of vice and virtue alike.  He thought it fitting that he arrived at night.  As his mother told him, it was his father’s time.  The time of bats.

Ridiculous.  Dressing up in a costume just to terrorize the criminals in a city where they were thicker than rats in a sewer.  Apparently he didn’t even kill them.  That was like begging the rats to keep multiplying.  

He’d had no intention of seeking out his father directly.  Actually, he had no real plan at all.  Which was something of a novelty to him.  Damian always had a plan.  But there was no planning for the unknowable.  He simply had to hope that he stumbled onto the right path.  

So he spent his days lurking the city, learning its secrets and its treasures and his nights trying to suss out where he might best observe the infamous Batman from the shadows.

Six weeks in and he’d still had no luck.  His frustration was a palpable thing, and his patience was thinner than a silk thread.  He was a master assassin.  He knew how to be patient.  He knew how to hold in his temper.  He knew - oh screw it.

He was tired of waiting for the Batman to come to him.  Damian had stayed back and watched all the little criminals in their stupid little petty crimes.  Not once had the Batman appeared to intercede.  Perhaps he would draw him out.

And he knew just the target.

A huge drug shipment he’d heard two imbeciles bragging about coming out of a bar the other night.  Large.  Lots of illegal substances.  Plenty of criminals.  It was probably Batman’s version of Catnip.  Batnip?

And if nothing else, it would help Damian relieve some of his frustrations.

There was something laughably inane about criminals and their superstitions.  Midnight?  Damian rolled his eyes as the trucks finally rolled into the warehouse where he’d spent the last three hours hiding inside a small crate, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.  

He made sure to wait until they were gathered at their thickest before he struck.  Which of course meant he was outnumbered by about twenty five people.  He grinned and leapt out, swords unsheathing as he landed nimbly in the center.  

He took down the first six easily enough.  He’d had surprise on his side, so really they fell like wheat to his scythe.  But then they regrouped and started to react.  They pulled guns, and he had bullets to dodge as well as fists.  

“Shoot him!”  One of the criminals screamed like a rampaging toddler.  Damian smiled.  

Suddenly darkness enveloped him.  He blinked as a bubble of darkness slipped over him and the bullets that had been pointed at him hit a barrier of black and purple instead.  He raised an eyebrow.

“I guess you’re reckless in any reality.”  

Damian whirled.  Found himself face to face with a cloaked figure.  He felt that sensation again.  Like the Earth was off balance.  He felt a dizziness wash over him and he fell to his knees.  Clutched his head.

“Yeah.”  The stranger remarked.  “I felt that too, when I finally woke up.”

“What...”  Damian gasped.

“We can talk later.  Now let’s get to work.”

The barrier dropped.  Damian barely had a moment to scoop up his fallen katana before the criminals were charging toward them.  He shut off the part of his brain that felt pain and launched himself into the melee.  

He was halfway through taking down a group of four when he saw the stranger perform some sort of magic.  He gaped as the form of a raven appeared.  

Finally.  

His heart quickened.  What was this excitement in his blood?  He could feel his heart pounding.  Felt the smile on his face widen.  The hole inside him...he thought maybe it had closed just a little.

A bullet nearly grazed him.  He cursed, forced himself to focus on the task at hand.  He could muse all he liked when this was done.

It took longer than it should have.  But in all fairness, he was distracted.  Questions kept ramming their way into his mind as he tried to focus on the fight before him.  The stranger was useful.  A sorcerer of some sort that he’d never seen before.

But Damian was not naive.  The stranger took out the last criminal.  Damian raised his sword.  “Who.  Are.  You?”  He demanded.

Hands came up, carefully peeling back the over-sized hood.  He gasped, shock-waves tearing through his mind.  A face so familiar, the one he’d dreamed about.  The ravens.  His katana fell from his hand and he fell to his knees for the second time that night.

“Hello, Damian.”  She said.

[onipilot]

Yesterday I've watched a Paul Newman movie called Cat On A Hot Tin Roof and I remembered that Hal Jordan's creators (John Broome & Gil Kane) inspired from Paul Newman when they created Hal. By the looks and the character. And now I can't stop thinking about Hal as Paul Newman and Bruce as George Clooney (from: Batman & Robin) and they're somehow a perfect couple. They're at their late 40's, aged well, extremely hot and somehow still fighting over who's going to get the last bagel at watchtower.

oh wildd!! honestly idk who id cast for hal :thinking: personally i rlly liked batffleck as a facecanon but im super hype for battinson too!!  i should probably watch batman & robin sometime LOL my art teacher always had these two large cutouts of them on the wall of our classroom and i always made fun of the batnips (wheeze) 

[starkravingcat]

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[starkravingcat]

Stark Raving Birthday! This is either Stratus or Icarus (I can't tell them apart) celebrating with our Catnip Candle Birthday Card and a whole mess of Catnip Joints. He should be whacked for days 👀🙀🌱🎂😹😹😹 🎉 Thank you for this/Repost @stratusandicarus 😻 ・・・ #stratusandicarus #starkravingcat #turkishangoracat #catnip #turkishangora ... StarkRavingCat.com: Small batch artisanal cat toys. #CatnipJoint, #CatnipJoints, CatnipPartyFavors, Giant CatnipPoppy, 5StarCatnip, Scatterballs, CoolCat, CatnipConfetti, Batnip #catniptoy, #catnip and hip handmade gifts. For your #catmom, #catdad, #starkravingcat, #instacat, from #Austin #etsy #etsyshop

[starkravingcat]

Wolfie's excited: Catnip Sugar Skulls should be available late Monday - as long as nothing else comes up. We still need to take photos and post the listing. And if there's time, our Catnip Cactus will go up too. ↩️ Swipe to see Cactus 🌵🌵🌵 😸💖😸 StarkRavingCat.com makes #CatnipSugarSkulls, #CatnipCactus, CoolCatToy, CatnipConfetti, CatnipLoveBites, CatnipJoints, 5StarCatnip, Batnip, Scatterballs, CatnipPoppy and hip handmade gifts. Think: #catmom, #catdad, #catsofinstagram, #starkravingcat. Send a #catniptoy, #catnip to say #Ilovemycat #catstagram #catlover, #catlady, #instacat, from #Austin #etsy #etsyshop #instagramcats #catsofig #differencemakesus