The Great Camera Caper PART 12
Papa Emeritus IV took this photo with these american photographers
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IF THE ROUTINE NO LONGER SERVES, YOU MUST ALTER THE PATTERN, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?? YOUR LIFE STARTS WITH YOU
I’m waiting for motivation. My life starts with me but me is toired.
I think we should have a turn of phrase for "I'm not in the right, but I AM annoyed with this situation, so I just need to go bitch to a friend about this before I suck it up and go do the right thing" because more and more I'm finding this is a critical element of functional adulthood.
Since y'all LOVED my younger siblings opinions on what the Hermits name's should be, here is my father's take:
uh so i never do this but maui is quite literally on fire and there isn't nearly enough care or consideration for. you know. Native Hawaiians who live here being displaced and the land (and cultural relevance) that's being eaten up by the fire. so if ya'll wanna help, here's some links:
maui food bank: https://mauifoodbank.org/
maui humane society: https://www.mauihumanesociety.org/
center for native hawaiian advancement: https://www.memberplanet.com/campaign/cnhamembers/kakoomaui
hawai'i red cross: https://www.redcross.org/local/hawaii/ways-to-donate.html
please reblog and spread the word if you can't donate.
Just learning about this (!), and reblogging for visibility.
Also sending worried love to all my friends and all the people I don't know in Maui.
'Mando & Grogu' & 'Bo Katan' by Andy Fairhurst.
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Bat Poker Face Training
Dick, Steph, Cass, Tim, and Jason all crammed into someones room, with a kidnapped Duke sitting awkwardly with them, kinda scared.
Duke: “Uh… what’s going on?”
Steph, completely blank faced and standing ominously in the corner: “It has come to our attention that you require training
Duke: “Bruce is already teaching me really well-“
Jason, also blank faced: “That’s bat training. This is robin training.”
Cass, carefully but without a single emotion: “Sibling training.”
Dick, face just as blank as all his other siblings: “It’s much more fun.”
Duke, freaked out by the empty faces: “Am I being hazed?”
Jason: “Eh, maybe. Scared?
Tim, not giving Duke a second to reply: “Yes, he is. It’s written all over his face. And while its okay to be scared, sometimes hiding your true emotions in the field is a matter of life, death, and secret identities.”
Dick: “You’re going to be flustered. Humiliated. Terrified. Angry. Relieved. Your vigilante ID dragged through the mud in front of you as a civilian. Someone worried about your civilian ID and you need to keep them away.”
Duke: “So that’s the reason you’re doing the creepy thing?”
Steph: “Yes Duke. You need to have a poker face that Even Superman can’t break. That even a Fifth-dimensional Imp can’t crack! And that is the purpose of our training tonight!”
Duke, getting the program now: “Okay. I’m ready.”
Jason, allowing a creepy grin to slide over his face: “Don’t be so sure. Because what we are about to show you… it has broken Batman.”
Dick: “Damian is too young to see it, which is why he isn’t here.”
Steph: “If you can handle this, you can handle anything.”
Tim, tapping on his computer, chanting under his breath: “the horrors, the horrors, the horrors…”
Duke, terrified of what Tim is about to pull up, on the edge of his seat wondering what on earth can shake the Bat of Gotham, what the family considers to awful for thier arguably most violent member to see, what vile images he’s about to be shown…
Tap. The screen lights up white.
Duke: “No.”
Jason, grin widening: “We’ll be reading this aloud, for your entertainment.”
Duke, trembling and inching towards the door: “No.”
Steph, vice grip on Duke’s arm: “There’s no escaping it, Signal. This is your mission- to stay completely pokerfaced through Real Person Fanfiction of us- the Batfamily. And co, of course.”
Duke, sobbing: “Please, why… why in the explicit tag… oh god, is that… is that… is that Kate with Bruce? She’s a lesbian! And his cousin!”
Steph: “They don’t know that, Duke. They know nothing. And the depths of a human imagination is comparable to the depths of the ocean… there’s some weird shit down there.”
Tim, without a single emotion on his face, least of all Mercy: “I had to sit through Young Justice fawning over Dick and Bruce. Do you know what they said? About Batman? About ME? I was lucky I was wearing a mask. I cried, and I cried in silence. They knew NOTHING, because I showed nothing. This is what you must achieve.”
Jason: “I’ve had to listen to criminals talk about what they’d do to the ‘Prince of Gotham’ and not twitch. I’ve had to listen to both goons and civilians play fuck marry kill with our vigilante identities and not move a muscle. I know this feels like overkill, but trust me, it’s not.”
Dick: “Tim? Begin with the wildly out of character and aggressively heteronormative Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman love triangle. We’ll work our way up to…” shudders is horror, “…batcest.”
Duke: “NOOOOOOOO!!!”
I’ve had this idea for the past month. I love fantasy and I want to try mixing between heroes and fantasy after binge reading dark knights of steel 😭😭 so I tried to draw Jason Todd in his DnD inspired costume (it isn’t that good since im very much using elements from the original design of jason from dkos and his current design by Pete Woods) but I’m trying to understand more about dnd and fantasy stuff 🥹👉👈 I’m an avid fan but I’m also from a country that’s not known for dnd so i might get things very wrong sobs
So basically, I’m thinking about the bat folks gathering around and play a game of DnD, Jason is a nerd, so he would very much enjoy the whole thing. His character is an archer (since he’s a master marksman), human race, made a pact with the devil to come back to life and successfully protected his village at the cost of being ostracized. Now he operates as a ghost vigilante whose luck is just perfect enough to be paired with Dick and Tim (lol)
Stay tuned, I’ll slowly work on the others too. You guys have any suggestion to which class and race the other batfam member should be? Feel free to drop a comment 😭 and pls forgive me if I got anything wrong or too cringey
P/s: this is another attempt to get used to the ipad, procreate is harddd and I have added the masked version cuz im a scatter-brained dumbass that forgets everythang 💀
Duke settled down onto the couch, a large bowl of cereal in his lap. It was nice to finally have some free-time to relax in. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the momentary peace and quiet that was so rare in the manor.
He was, of course, interrupted by a sudden clatter as somebody stumbled through the doorway. Duke jerked back, instinctually spitting out a curse as his hands shot out to steady his cereal. He glanced up at the culprit in irritation, only to have the frown slip off of his face. Bruce stared down at him, looking vaguely distressed. His reading glasses were perched on the top of his head, his hair a mess, his eyes tired…he was just in a generally disheveled state. Behind him, Tim and Jason staggered in, both grinning like kids on Christmas.
Duke blinked slowly. “Uh….hey?” He greeted, unsure. Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Have you seen my glasses?” He asked tiredly.
Duke stared at him. He glanced at the glasses on his head. Then at him. Then back at the glasses. The sounds of Tim’s wheezing and Jason snorting were all that could be heard. Duke met Bruce’s gaze.
“Nope.” He said firmly. He took a well-deserved bite of his cereal. Bruce deflated. Jason crumpled to the ground, not even making a sound anymore, just shaking with laughter. Tim’s cackling reached a mighty crescendo.
Bruce sighed and left the way he came, stepping over and around his sons as he dejectedly went to find a kid that would tell him what was going on.
Duke filed the experience away for his mental Top 10 Bruce Wayne Dumbass Moments.
AU where the Justice League forms like usual, except Batman maintained his “totally a myth” status and has in fact been active for years before the JL forms. He’s very cautious about trusting them, but still joins, and the others sort of accepts that as long as they trust that Batman has a really hard time with trust, it will all work out in its own weird way
Then, one day, in the middle of a JL mission, the League gets in a tight spot. Out of nowhere, this blue and black blur swoops in and saves everyone’s ass. Maybe breaking some shackles that were proving very difficult, maybe disarm a bomb that the League was just a hair’s breadth too slow to reach without help, but whatever happens, the shadowy figure pauses just long enough to say, “Hey, Batman, you know you there are these things called cellphones now and you can just call sometimes, it doesn’t have to be this dramatic?” and bounds away after shouting ‘let’s do brunch! Bring your new friends!’
Batman is mortified.
No one lets it go.
The entire rest of the mission, the whole League is asking so many questions. Who was that? Do you know him? How do you know him? What’s going on? I didn’t know there was a vigilante in this area?? They don’t let up until he talks.
“That was Nightwing.” Batman is mumbling. The JL forces him to bring them to the Brunch. Brunch happens to be in a run-down apartment on the edge of a bad neighborhood, at five in the morning, in costume. Nightwing introduces himself as Batman’s lovechild with justice.
“I did not realize Batman had a child,” Martian Manhunter says, calmly enough that no one’s sure if he’s accidentally plucking a really loud thought out of the air or if he’s trying to make a joke.
Nightwing stares for a moment falling over laughing. He doesn’t get up. Batman starts trying to apply anti-Joker venom but Nightwing just kicks him and laughs until he cries. He keeps trying to wipe his eyes and his mask keeps getting in the way, so he asks everyone to leave so he can please get a hold of himself
He is still laughing when they leave. Everyone is confused. Batman is furious. Nightwing manages to breathe long enough to say, “We’re just so glad you’re socializing now, Batman.”
Superman turns to look at Batman very slowly. “…’we’?”
The Sanctification of Paw Paw Emeritus. 1666. Oil on canvas.
The original picture gave me renaissance painting vibes so I had to do this lol
