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miko32 · 2 months

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BORN INTO THE SEVEN'S RULER OF DEVILDOM

CHAPTER 1 ----- HOW I WAS BORN

Everyone knows they have no memory of how they were born.

But none of them experienced birth like I did. That's what I thought at first.

When I took in my surroundings: three dark little blobs with a pointy mouth, colorful eyes, and a strange laugh. My awareness was tenfold that of an adult, even with the obvious baby body.

I seemed to be in an old cottage. There’s other little dark blobs working around the cottage. What are they?

One blob with blue eyes laughed. "Khekhekhee."

I blinked at the blob. They made weird voices that I couldn't understand. One thing was sure: these blobs were the ones taking care of me. Are they my servants? Where’s my parents?

A year later,

With the help of the blobs, I was able to walk. From crawling to walking, they were at my side, helping me stay balanced. They made noises that looked like cheering.

"Behbeeb."

"Keddekefn!"

"Heuheeuh!"

My consciousness was still that of an adult. So it was a relief I could walk. Lying down all day in bed is so boring. For the whole day I played with the blobs.

Four years passed,

The blobs celebrated my fifth birthday with mud cake. A simple white candle adorned it, and I blew it out. The blobs clapped and gave me a backpack.

I gasped. "Can I go?"

"Kehekehehe!"

"Bleeprbeee!!"

Apparently, I had a past life. I regained my memories when I was four. Those memories were blurry and fragmented. In my memory, the world I lived in has day and night. In this world, there was no sunlight. It had been night every day.

It was obvious I was transported to another world. I needed to do some research. The blops will be taking me to the city for my fifth birthday. The house I lived in was located in the middle of a swamp forest. The blobs seemed to know I had intelligence beyond my age and agreed.

The blobs disguised themselves in robes. Together, they formed arms, legs, body, and one head tall enough to be considered an adult. Together, we ventured out of the swamp forest and headed towards the city.

The blobs carry me all the way, taking turns. When we saw the city, it was surrounded by mountains, with houses lined up, and at the far side stood a giant black castle.

I gulped at the sight. The sky was dark with twinkling stars, and the castle was so high it seemed to reach the sky. The castle is like a dark fairy tale where villains lived. I tightened my grip on the blob's robe, and they comfort me by rubbing my cheek. I giggled and nodded, and we continued.

As soon as we arrived in the city, I knew where I was.

This is Hell!!!

The people passing by had horns and tails attached. Some had wings like bats as they flew above the city. I saw ghosts roaming around with the same shape as the blobs, ghosts shaped like humans wandering like normal.

It was a different kind of Hell, not the one my world interpreted as being full of fire and sinners being punished. It was an underground world, peaceful yet alien at the same time.

"Khehegege!" The blob spoke, and I nodded. We arrived at our first destination, the library.

The blobs played along as I read in the corner of the shop. I was worried we'd be suspicious, but fortunately, the keeper seemed uninterested in us and sat behind the counter, scrolling on what I recognized as a computer.

I read about the worlds I lived in. The world had three realms: Devildom, where I currently was, the place where demons, lingering ghosts, and sinners resided; the Celestial realm, where the God of Light and angels lived; and the human realm, where all living humans resided. With my past memories, it seemed that I used to be a human in a human realm.

So, I'm a sinner?

The answer was no. When humans die, they either go to the Celestial Realm or Devildom. In Devildom, they would've become lingering ghosts that served the demons or sinners that had to receive punishment for their deeds in life.

Well, I'm not a ghost or a sinner.

Am I a demon?

"Blops?" I called for them, and they quickly gathered by my side.

"Behbeeb."

"Heuheeuh!"

I pointed at myself. "Am I a demon?"

The blobs shook their heads, and I tilted mine.

The blob with blue eyes took the book I was reading. He showed illustrations of three species in the three realms: angels, humans, and demons. The blob pointed to a demon and a human, then put their tiny hands together.

My eyes widened. "I'm a human and a demon?"

The blobs nodded.

The first nephilim after a millennium was born.

Ah, what was that word? A memory flashed in where I was in my bed, reading from a small box. An android. Did I read something?

It seemed like an important memory, but I couldn't recall it no matter how hard I tried. I needed to find out more. I search for more books.

Five hours passed.

"Heuheeuh!"

"Khehegege!"

The blobs pulled my attention away from the book I was reading. It was time to go home.

The blobs put on their coats, and we walked out. The owner simply ignored us all the way. The bookstore door jingled as we closed it behind us.

That's when I noticed demons and ghosts seemed cheering as if a famous person had arrived. I looked up to see who it was when the blobs suddenly carried me away from the main street into a hidden alley.

"Blops?" I asked, and they shushed me all together. Then I heard voices from the main street.

"Alright! Alright! Get away! We're trying to go home here!"

From the alley, we see a blond handsome demon with black uniforms, followed by another demon with the same clothes but in a different style.

They're all so handsome! They feel different than the demons I have passed by. They seem to have a different aura that makes them more admirable. Are they that famous?

"Satan, Satan~ Don't push your admirers like that!" a demon with pink hair said and blew a kiss to the crowds.

Satan? That's his name?

They both had only one resemblance: wrath.

Ah, were those words I read in the same book?

"Don't touch me, Asmo. I'm in a bad mood," Satan replied and pushed him away, the demon pouted.

...

Asmo?

Why does the name seem familiar?

"It's a collar with your name written on it," Asmodeus grinned like a cat. "Make sure to wear it!"

Again, my memory flooded with written words that I may have read. But what? What did I read about real demons here, when I was a human in my past life?

"Asmo, leave Satan alone."

Another demon with a deep dark voice made me turn my head. The demon's voice belonged to the tallest one with dark hair and red eyes like blood. His appearance made me shiver, and my feet struggled to stand. The blobs hid me further into their united bodies, blocking my sight from the group. I could still hear them when the demon named Satan exclaimed.

"Fuck off, Lucifer!"

My heart skipped a beat at the name, and the memories flooded in.

Lucifer, the demon of all demons, succeeded in impregnating her.

I closed my mouth and held my breath, fear settling in me. I wanted them to go away, right now! The group seemed to be silent for a moment when another one voiced out.

"Yo, Lucifer! Ya alright? What ya lookin' at that alley?"

My heart skipped, fear of getting caught. I clutched the blobs tightly, praying they wouldn't come here. A moment that felt like an eternity. The demon responded to its group.

"I thought I heard a rat."

Then the group moved on, their voices fade in the distance. Later, the blobs looked out of the alley. The coast was clear, and they carried me, running away from the city.

I sat on my bed with a thoughtful expression. The blobs were concerned as they cooked and did chores. A few of them tried to play with me, but I was lost in my own thoughts.

I replayed the memories that flooded in. Though they weren't all clear, I had a conclusion.

I was isekai'd to a world in a book. The title was "Kristin in the Harem of the Seven Demon Lords." Like its title, a human named Kristin was brought to Devildom against her will and had to survive through the temptation of the seven demon lords, who were brothers and avatars of the seven sins.

The seventh brother, Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth.

The sixth brother, Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony.

The fifth brother, Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust.

The fourth brother, Satan, the Avatar of Wrath.

The third brother, Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy.

The second brother, Mammon, the Avatar of Greed.

The first brother, Lucifer, the fallen angel, the Avatar of Pride. My father. The one who succeeded in seducing the human Kristin and impregnating her.

I was in shambles with the ending. Lucifer had kicked Kristin out, banished to the swamp and died giving birth. The baby survived and was named Leilel by Kristin, and that baby is me.

I'm Leilel Morningstar, the child of Lucifer.

I felt my face filled with tears. The blops gathered around in concern, but I pushed them away and wrapped myself into a blanket burrito. I cried and cried, wanting to deny the reality I am in.

I’m in hell.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #om #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obeymeasmo #obey me satan #obeymebeel #obey me belphegor #isekai #self insert #bornintotheseven'srulerofdevildom

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arabriddler · 8 months

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Hello there Nahla!

I'm just curious about well, this wouldn't actually be related to the rogues but...

...How would your Batman be like?

hello! I’m very bad at drawing him so so far he’s just a bat-blop with the same characteristics everytime I work on him :

Extremly tired most of the time

doesn’t speak much

autism

dad

#Ask #nahlaverse #most of nahlaverse is just making everyone a dad

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superbattrash · 1 year

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i follow you because you are the love of my life, ya know? <3

also i really enjoy the bat blops 👉🏼👈🏼

Aw, hi honey 🥺🥺✨ I love you!!! 💖 and I love the fact that you sometimes get consumed with how hot pretty Bruce is and he ends up on your blog too >:) heheheh

here, have a bat on the house:

#mishask #mica simps for misha #hi sweetieeeeee. let’s play soon. I’ll come by in January!!!!!!

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ecrisettaistoi · 2 years

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Hé toi

Si c'est forcé, si c'est pas passionné,

si ça ne vient pas d'au fond, de profond,

si ça ne retourne pas le cœur,

si ça ne bat pas le beurre,

comme ta sœur,

si c'est pas automatique,

si c'est pas instantané, tanné,

tanné, tanné sur la peau,

si ça fait pas schebam,

si ça fait pas pow,

si ça fait pas blop,

si ça fait pas wizzz

si ça fait pas tilt,

si ça fait pas Extra Ball,

si ça fait pas Play Again,

qu'est-ce que tu veux que je te dise,

moi, je ne suis là que

pour écrire.

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pixelatedrose · 4 years

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Soulbound Au Canons

These are some random cute canons from my Soulbound Au!

Virgil is a natural blonde boi

Roman has adhd

Remus is surprisingly clean

Logan has a horrible memory for things that matter

Patton is short squish boi

Remy is cheer captain

Remy has a bracelet he never takes off. Everyone assumes its some cute memento or something but it's just a steel plate engraved with "Remy McKloud. If lost or drunk at party please call (Emile's number). His boyfriend misses him."

Thomas is best older brotherTM

Virgil can sing

Patton owns three fish named Bloop, Blop, and Blip and a snail named Glen

Logan owns three cats named Neon, Cobalt, and Greg

Roman has a pet parrot named Princess

Remus has a tortoise named Bridgit (and he loves her)

Dee has a little pomeranian named Missy which is short for Missile Launcher 4000

Thomas has two mice named Guss-Guss and Jaq

Virgil loves bats and thinks they're the most adorable creatures ever. If he owned one he would name it Kiwi.

Patton is left handed

Virgil's favorite movie is Lilo and Stitch

Roman and Logan are a lot stronger than they look because they took ballet together for a very long time and had to lift ballerinas all the time

Okay so i got a little obsessed with the fact that they should have pets. Sue me. It's adorable.

It's fairly short rn but I'll probably add to it as i go cause heaven knows my brain can't stay away from shitty headcanons. Except when you're the author they're just canon. So. That's fucking trippy.

Anyway i love y'all, stay fresh and minty my fellow fanders!! 💛

@anxietea-and-insanitea @ghostboi-bambi @scrunchiescrunchie @badluckkaren @ambrechandra @nadja-chamack16 @athenashipsthings @slitherynchiken @crooked-harmony-student @icequeenoriginal @just-a-hufflepuff @nerd-in-space @sammys-ghostz @nutsanddults

#roman sanders #logan sanders #thomas sanders #deceit sanders #ts sides #ts virgil #virgil sanders #ts patton #ts logan #ts roman #remus sanders #ts remus #sanders sides #Soulbound Au #Soulbound Au Canons #soulmate au #highschool au #not a plot update

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bats100 · 4 years

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Bats write the blop post

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kurtty-drabbles · 5 years

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“How could you be so heartless?” (AoA)

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @bamfoftheundead @discordsworldN/A: Ariel caught word that Kurt D was a dick to Kitty and does not like that.

A collaboration with a different reality is not something Ariel ever foresee in her plans and back up plans, however, here is she in the universe 616 (one certain Herald gave the number to Ariel and it was a blessing that Kurt Darkholme was not here to see a woman with fleming hair speaking about the Outer God of creation "if that universe is 616, what is mine?" "9000 something" "...ok") talking with a very much alive Jean Grey and very much not evil.

The introductions are very awkward as she straight of the bat told she murder the Jean of her dimension as she wanted to be the next Apocalypse. 616! Jean is not ok with any of that information, and in hindsight, Ariel could have handled that better.

(It was a knee jerk reaction to see Jean Grey)

And turns out there´s another version of herself here as well (it is comforting as is odd) and both are talking about the mission. A lunatic that escape from their dimensional prison is causing havoc here.

"I see, when Kurt Darkholme was here he did mention it was possible for more criminals to come here as Blop was part of an...evil gang," Ariel said a bit unsure as she has a hard time thinking of Blop and this criminal as evil buddies.

"Yes, Kurt Darkholme did say that...he also speaks fondly of you" Kitty speaks a bit bitter and Ariel almost teased asking if she is jealousy when she noticed the expression.

"Has he did anything inappropriate? His Bavaria taught him a very crude sense of humour"

"Nothing of sort, he just..." Kitty sighs and then confessed what Kurt Darkholme did and the lack of apologie on his part. Ariel is not happy with that.

While Jean and Scott are dealing with the school when they witness Ariel dragging Kurt Darkholme by his elfic ears until Kitty Pryde is present.

"Rockstar, don´t you have anything to say to Kitty?"

"I own you an apology, I´m sorry for acting like a jerk with you"

Kitty is not happy that Kurt Darkholme had to be forced to apologise but accept the apology anyway. Kitty can say she likes Ariel (Jean can´t say the same as she has a constant fear that Ariel will murder her in her sleep)

#AoA au #aoa nightcrawler #Kurt Darkholme #Ariel #AoA kurtty #is mentioned here #AoA kitty pryde #Kitty Pryde #Kurt D can be a dick sometimes

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poemsbyjewel · 2 years

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Honeysuckle unedited original version

Beginning of the baseball season,

Welcoming all the bees in.

By nightfall, luring all the moths in.

Blossoming so sweet,

No care to be discreet.

Delicate yet rich,

Intoxicating and innocent.

Drunken on the heady blooms,

A true romantic at heart.

Creamy cashmere,

Pastel yellows,

A soft white.

An understated elegance.

A whiff of the nose, a sugared hint,

Childhood memories flood the mind.

Ringing, clatter, reverberating.

Echoing through suburbia–

The baseball field behind the church.

After school, the sun low in the sky,

Kids climbing over poison ivy,

Behind their houses, in the woods.

With no regard for tomorrow.

With only their nose, following the sugary scent,

Like bloodhounds and blackbirds.

Strongest at dusk,

Dancing in the reds,

Singing through the golden light,

Can you smell that tinge of musk?

Sweet memories cherished,

Long after the ivy stops itching.

Gentle pull of the stem–

A drop of honeyed nectar,

A single lick of sweetness,

A small but mighty reward.

The lemon yellow of Lonicera.

An art nouveau dream,

Blush-pink hues and cream.

The scent, a siren no one can resist.

Petals perpetually sun-kissed.

Freshly opened trumpets,

Summer cream tea and crumpets.

Freshly cut strawberries to top,

A little bit of jelly, just a blop.

Honeysuckle syrup, just a drop.

Perhaps cupcakes and cream colored frosting?

Sticky and fluffy,

Moist – a bloom nestled on top.

Paired with coffee and milk,

Smooth as silk, soaked in sweetness.

A baker’s secret, a bartender’s magic touch.

So good, feels like sin.

Cocktails, make it gin.

Cordial liqueur,

Sweetened spirit,

Conserves preserved,

Sorbet like a cabaret.

Blossomed sugar, just a blop.

A delicacy to top.

All from one little drop.

How does one stop?

No more sharp cracks of baseball bats,

One season ending, another beginning.

Cooler nights with warm apple cider.

Late bloomers,

The bright red berries blossoming.

Sings red of the coming holidays,

As though they’re ready to burst.

Shiny and glossy,

A bow on the sweet treat.

Wrapped just for you.

Just one pluck, a single pick.

A lesson soon learned.

The candied nectar, a treat shared by all

Yet the clusters of blushing berries,

Whispering an enticing secret,

Like Snow White’s apple.

A poisonous traitor,

Selfishly reserved for the fauna.

A robin, deer, and a hummingbird,

Butterflies and songbirds.

Everyone’s favorite sweet treat.

End of the season, enjoy it while it lasts.

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pikafaawork · 3 years

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“Just flying...”

Make a quick pic to try this new pack of watercolor brushes I found for CSP :D (if you have clip studio and want to try this pack of brushes too, I leave the link here )

#pikafaa #clip studio paint #doodle #watercolor brush #digital art #artsona #bat blop

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rason-rodd · 6 years

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Red Hood and The Outlaws : Loyalty (Chapter 19)

[Read on AO3] [Previous Chapter]

Chapter 19 : The Bait

Men aspire to be exceptional, to do incredible things. As children, they wish to become presidents, astronauts, vets or even princesses or knights or dragon slayers. They want to save lives. They want to make people happy. They want to make their parents proud. Normality bores them. Perhaps because it represents this endless routine they live in and witness every day. But few achieve that goal.

Only one child became Batman, as only one became Superman or Wonder Woman. And only one child became the White Wolf. [Y/N] [Y/LN]

Droplets of fresh water falling on her face woke her up slowly. She blinked. Her sight was blurred. Her head was so heavy, as her body. She growled. Something was restraining her, holding her by the arms. Her shoulders hurt. It took her few seconds to realise they were holding her entire weight, now hanging from the ceiling of a dark cave.

“ Where am I?” “ Finally. Took you long enough, sweetheart” She knew that voice all too well. It never truly scared her until today. “Ben.” She whispered. “How did I get here?” “You should have not wandered in Gotham City, alone and wounded. But I’m guessing you didn’t have anywhere else to go.” He had that satisfied smile on his face. She hated that smile “He dumped you, didn’t he?” She didn’t reply. She didn’t want to give him the pleasure to hear the pain in her voice. “Nevermind, he’ll still come here. He’ll look for you. He and his Outlaws. They’ll all come eventually.” “ You don’t know them if you think they’ll come rescue me. They think I’m a traitor. They won’t risk their skins for me” “ I believe they will. Especially when they receive our invitation.” “ Our invitation?”

A man came out of the shadow. [Y/N] frowned to discern his silhouette in the dark. When she finally spotted a green and gold outfit and a very distinctive goatee, she gasped. “ Ra’s” “ Greetings, [Y/N].” He had that vile treacherous smile on his face. “It has been a while since we saw each other. I heard so much about your adventure. It appalled me, truly. That one of my most precious formidable assassin would deny my hospitability and generosity, …” He cupped her face, his fingers clenching around it like sharp talons “…betray me and for what? A ridiculous infatuation with a bat?” Infatuation? It was way more than that. But she didn’t dare say it out loud. She didn’t want to set him off. She was already in enough trouble. “But it didn’t surprise me.” She stared at him with a frown. “After all, you were both ‘fated’ to become besotted with each other. Two broken children, orphans, who saw their family taken away from them because of drugs, sidekicks trained to serve a special cause. And with that darkness inside of them. Of course, you couldn’t resist him as much as he couldn’t resist you.” She lowered her eyes. He was right. They were so much alike. That’s why she loved him, somehow. Because he showed her that she could be someone good too, that she could be like him. “And that’s why he’ll come for you and we will wait patiently for him, and the others, won’t we Circe?” “Indeed.” Circe? This was bad, terribly bad. [Y/N] shivered as she saw the red-haired goddess approaching her. “Oh my. You are beautiful.” She caressed [Y/N]’s white hair with a smile as her red and yellow eyes were staring at her as if they were actually piercing her soul. “Even more beautiful than in my memories.” “ I don’t think we’ve ever met.” “ That’s true, [Y/N] Stanson. But I did meet your alter ego, a long time ago. The white wolf. Wepwawet.”

She had just called her Wepwawet. Who the hell was Wepwawet? [Y/N] couldn’t hide her ignorance and Circe could read it on her face. No magical powers needed. “You didn’t know?” Know what, witch? “Of course you didn’t. You’re just a pathetic human being. How come would you know anything about the gods?” “ What are you saying, lady?” “ I’m saying only a human cannot realise they share their body with a god.” [Y/N]’s eyes widened. She was no god. She was just this regular girl possessed by some kind of demon for no explainable reason. Someone probably picked randomly to be cursed for her entire life, probably as a punishment for all of her sins. “ Wepwawet is an Egyptian deity. A god able to turn itself into a wolf. A protector of Ra, the opener of the ways, the one that will lead his army. Actually, one of the gods your friend Artemis cherishes among many. Funny she doesn’t seem to actually like you.” “ Well she can be a brat.” Ben chuckled. “But at least, right now, we know you’re a special brat.” “ Indeed. Because thanks to you, my dear” Ra’s began to say. “Not only will you bring both trinities to us but through we will have full access to the power of Ra and release the greatest army the world has ever seen.” “ You will open the way, accomplish your purpose” Circe continued “But for that. I need the Goddess. Not the human. Not the wolf. The Goddess” She drew a knife from her belt. Its nacre-coloured blade magically shone like the moon in the darkness of the cave. The witch approached it dangerously from [Y/N]’s chest. The tip pierced her skin slowly. “It’s going to hurt. A lot”

“Faye? What’s wrong?” Jason asked as the scared old woman was staring at a cardboard box. It took Jason a mere instant to notice that the bottom was drenched in blood. “ The mailman. He left this for you.” She handed him a letter with her shaking hands. He had never seen the old woman like that. She looked terrified and upset. It worried Jason whose eyes darkened in concern and anger.

“أغدر من ذئب

أغزل من امرئ القيس.

احذر عدوك مرة وصديقك ألف مرة فإن انقلب الصديق فهو أعلم بالمضرة"

He didn’t speak Arabic. But he knew who did. Jason slowly opened the box and then quickly looked away, disgusted by what was inside. A white wolf freshly skinned, covered in blood and rose petals. The stench was even more terrible than the slaughtered animal itself. But what was truly worrying Jason was… “[Y/N]” She was in big trouble. The message was clear and the Arabic letter meant one thing: Ra’s Al Ghul had her. His first reflex was to call Artemis for help and advice. Together in the lab/kitchen of their unconventional hideout, they examined the bloody package. “ It’s clearly an invitation from Ra’s Al Ghul.” “ You mean a trap.” The amazon corrected with a frown as she was typing on the computer.“ The letter is a mix of Arabic proverbs. ‘More treacherous than a wolf. More flirty than Imru' al-Qais. Be careful of your enemy once and of your friend a thousand times, for a double crossing friend knows more about what harms you.’” The letter was of course referring to [Y/N] and Jason’s affair and how she had betrayed him. The last proverb, however, the double-crossing friend was still a mystery. But he didn’t want to waste time on stupid enigmas. She was in danger and she needed him. And even though she had broken his heart with her lies he couldn’t let her down. “Red, can you try to track the mail thanks to the number on the box?” “ On it. What’s it you’re looking for.” She asked as he was analysing some of the animal’s white hairs on the computer. “Anything on the skin that could give me clues on its origin.” “ You want to go rescue her, don’t you?” “ I’m not asking you to come with me, Red.” “ No. Let’s do this.” She smiled at him. “We’re in this together.”

She was bleeding, a lot. She could feel and hear her blood dropping on the humid ground. Blop, blop, blop. As she was struggling to stay on her tiptoes, growls of pain would come out of her clenched jaw every time she would try to straighten up. And inside of her, the wolf was raging, trying to get out of her human envelope to break those stupid chains and tear apart that freaking witch and everyone else in this room, including the man staring at her. But that’s exactly what they wanted. “ Stop resisting.” Ben pleaded. “Let her out. You know, I don’t like seeing you like this.” “ Somehow, I doubt it. Cause that would mean you care and we both you don’t have a heart.” She managed to smile ironically; glad weakness hadn’t made her lose her spunk. “ Then why did I take a young orphan girl under my wing, ten years ago?” “ I don’t know. You tell me.” Because she would love to know. Why did he take her with him? Break her out of Arkham? Bring her to ‘Eth Alth’Eban? Because he loved her? Because he pitied her? That poor orphan patricide girl. “ I thought you loved me.” He was changing the subject. Of course he was. “ I did, once. Or at least I thought I did” “ And then the Red Hood stole your heart.” She thought she heard sadness in his voice but if indeed it was sadness then it was because his ego was hurt, nothing more. She was sure of it. “Nobody stole my heart. I just stopped ‘loving’ you. And if you want to know why, just look what you’re doing to me right now. I guess you’ll have a pretty clear answer.” “ You betrayed the league. You betrayed me.” “ I did and I don’t regret it” That confession was a relief. She had wanted to say it for so long. “So you don’t care what is going to happen to you?” He asked truly surprised she didn’t value life at all. “ Nothing really matters now” She had nothing left to lose. No friends, no family, nor the man she loved. “Really? So dying all alone in a dark cave doesn’t even sadden you?” “ No. I actually like the way my life rhymes.” Alone at the beginning. Alone at the end. Still in the dark. “ It’s time.” Circe said as she arrived behind Ben, like a ghost, with Ra’s at her side. He nodded and loosened her restrains. [Y/N] fell abruptly on the humid cold ground. Her entire body was numb from exhaustion and pain. Shivering on the ground, she could feel this weird hotness inside of her and this terrible heaviness as if her limbs were made of stone. She couldn’t stand up. “ Come on. Get up.” Her old master said as he caught her by the arms to drag her down towards the witch. He let her fall at her feet. She growled from the pain. “ Still not ready to let the goddess out?” “ Fuck you” Circe looked briefly at the Demon’s head who nodded in approbation. “Very well. Since you’re immune to pain. Let’s try something else.” She peeked at the Pandora’s pit whose water was bowling.

The cave was endless. The team felt like this underground road was leading them nowhere except to a huge trap. “ Since when are we suicidal?” Artemis asked as she was observing her surroundings, ready to get attacked at any moment. “ I thought we were in this together.” “ And I’m not taking back my words. I’m just asking when did we become that stupid.” “ [Y/N] am in danger…” “ … And the demon Etrigan has been released. But we’re still running into the lion’s den.” “ So what? Do you think we should call the Justice League. I bet Diana would love to help.” “ Certainly not. I don’t need her.” She was vexed, not understanding the sarcasm. It made Jason slightly chuckled. Usually he would have laughed but he was too worried to do so. “ Am Reds hear that?” Bizarro stopped walking. Jason and Artemis pricked up their ears. They could hear a slight distant sound approaching them. “What is it? Bats?” Artemis asked. “ No. Bigger.” Artemis didn’t wait and immediately called her axe as Jason pulled out his guns to load them with real bullets. The sound was coming closer and soon they began to hear small atrocious squeaks and menacing clanks. “ Parademons!!” Artemis yelled

#Jason Todd #red hood #Red Hood And The Outlaws #red hood and the outlaws: loyalty #chapter 19 #jason todd x original female character #fanfiction

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td-randomstuff · 4 years

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Raymarching Blop Shader - Research

Going back to my original terrain implementation i’d since built on with the tools and skills i’d learnt I wanted to tackle the last problem now i’d solved:

Loop Issues,

On Mass loading

And High Performance costs leading to small generation areas.

The problem being appearance, each sphere created did not blend into the next, to fix this I decided to look into shaders having heard about an interesting approach to Sebastian Lagues cloud generation using raymarching.

(Above clip taken from Sebastians YT)

This was exactly what I wanted to achieve, so I got researching. Shaders use C++ (actually HLSL) and my C++ knowledge is, shaky, I studied it for about two weeks over the summer holidays to prepare for this year.

I knew while I can write C++, i’d find it a little much to write an entire shader off the bat on my first go (maybe more than a little much); Thankfully I stumbled across an amazing video

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Which did an amazing job of walking through the process. Sadly they were less good at explaining the why so I had to do some more researching. Luckily they’d included a link to an extremely helpful document which was really helpful at getting my head around the maths:

And definitely a bookmarable page. The other two extremely helpful ones were “Raymarching for Dummies” by “The Art Of Code”, which really helped..dumb down.. raymarching as well as another of sebastains videos on Raymarching.

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A Trick and a Treat: DIY “Candy” Bag and Vegan Meringue Ghosts

Some argue that trick-or-treating must cease when one files his or her first tax return. Even spookier: there are some gruesome goblins who call for this stoppage sooner still. Rest assured, we belong in neither hair-raising party. Instead, we always call for tricking and for treating, no matter your age! As vessel for your candy, might we suggest costuming your Greenhouse tote? (Pro Tip: Those juice pockets are perfect for hiding your favourite candy if mom is forcing you to share.)

DIY Trick-or-Treating Bag

Materials:

One Greenhouse canvas tote

Fabric paint

Paintbrush

Optional: stencil + cardboard

Steps:

Smooth your tote to remove wrinkles.

This is your Hallows Eve art. Using fabric paints from your local craft store, outfit your tote in the costume most suited to your Halloween plans. Dressing as Wonder Woman? Gold, blue, and red stars might be necessary. Vampires—has faux blood spilled onto your tote?

We painted eerie winged companions onto our own bag. (We’re going as Wing Man, you see.) We painted our bats by hand, but a quick Google will likely turn up simple Halloween shapes which you might cut out as stencils if you’d like a guide.

Similarly, feel free to place a piece of cardboard in the interior of your bag if it helps keep the canvas flat while crafting. Now paint!

Let your design dry. Prepare yourself for the werewolves, zombies, and phantoms you are sure to encounter... and scroll on!

Vegan Meringue Ghosts

We would never forget the treat! These sweet goodies may look like they contain eggs, but we’ve magicked them using chickpea water instead. We’ve fashioned our phantoms with a cute Casper in mind, as we’re quick to fright, but your poltergeist may be as ghastly as you can handle.

Ingredients

1 cup aquafaba (AKA chickpea water)

1 tsp vanilla

¼ tsp cream of tartar

¾ cup powdered sugar

Melted chocolate (for the faces)

Steps:

Preheat your oven to 220F.

Add vanilla, aquafaba, and cream of tartar to a mixer. Slowly add your powdered sugar.

Beat until stiff peaks form in your mixture. This should take 5 to 7 minutes, depending on the power of your beaters.

Fill a piping bag (or a Ziploc with the corner hole cut out) with your meringue mix, and then squeeze ghost shapes onto a parchment-lined baking sheet. This is not a scary task. We suggest a centre blop for the face, and then two more for “arms”—phantoms don’t have fingers, so it’s easy!—and then join with a ghostly tail. View our photo above for inspiration.

Depending on the size of your ghosts, you will need to bake them for an hour and half to two hours, or until you reach your desired meringue texture. Remove from the oven.

Using a double boiler, melt chocolate and add to a piping or Ziploc bag. Make little ghost faces—scary or cute, you decide—let the chocolate cool, and enjoy!

-Elena Mari and Nathan Legiehn for GHJC

#recipe #halloween recipe #halloween #vegan halloween #trick or treat #vegan #plant-based #plant power

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