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threeravenspublishing · 3 months
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Catching Up on New Urban Fantasy Releases
We’ve had a couple of urban fantasies drop in the last couple weeks of 2023, and it’s about time we highlight them! An Angel Loses Her Wings Eager for an novel biblical in its scope? Look no further than Wingless by David M. James! When Joan awakens from a nightmare to find a Fallen Angel in her room, she finds out that the nightmare has just begun… One of her own, a Wingless, Heavenly Angels…
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am0art · 6 months
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I honestly can’t believe this is the first time I’ve drawn Starfire ❤️🩷☄️💚
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dailyflicks · 5 months
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LOKI (2021 -) I 2.05
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newblvotg · 3 months
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thevelvetgoldmine · 8 months
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CILLIAN MURPHY as Dr. Jonathan Crane / The Scarecrow in Batman Begins (2005)
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i'm tired of otherwise-lighthearted media pushing this global obsession with being the best at something. exhausted with protagonists whose one driving motivation is to be the best in their chosen field, like that's a noble and healthy thing.
because see, there are nearly 8 billion people on this gorgeous godless blue earth. many-if-not-most of us live in abusive economies wherein we are regularly pushed to our limits to overachieve, at the cost of our health, happiness, and personal lives. being the very very best at something, out of all 8 billion humans on the planet, does not happen because of automatic talent or being divinely appointed by god/s. it happens because of talent, plus thousands upon thousands of hours spent in practice. and if those thousands-upon-thousands of hours come at the cost of your inner healthy and balance--as living under high psychological pressure often does--that's not noble. that's self-abuse.
and while I deeply empathize with characters who feel that pressure to push themselves to unhealthy extremes, I want to see that philosophy ultimately rejected, not romanticized. No one needs to be the best. No one even needs to do their personal best, not all of the time. It's okay to live life without constantly trying to measure up to something. It's okay to just live.
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vizual-demon · 2 months
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Eternals
(2021) dir. Chloé Zhao
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bluespiritshonour · 3 months
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Why is it always Robin has to prove himself to Batman? Be it any Robin. And no, I'm not talking about characters, because Bruce—Bruce is like “Everyone must prove themselves to me but I'm not answerable to anyone” that motherfucker. Very IC.
I'm talking about stories, about narratives—why does every Robin-centric narrative has a “prove themselves to Batman” arc—but Bruce's arc never involves proving himself to anyone?
Why, after the events of the Tower of Babel, Bruce didn't have to work to gain the Justice League's approval? Why didn't he have to work to redeem himself, dammit!
Yes. He had to reveal his identity. But then, it wasn't his idea. It was Clark's. It's fundamentally different from Dick unmasking in front of the Titans: Dick feels in his bones that it isn't fair that he's the only one masked and the Titans are up for mutiny, so he made an executive decision.
It didn't even occur to Bruce to do it. Dammit, the fucker wasn't even trying to get back into Justice League. Clark had to persuade him. And no, I don't mean he should have gone and begged them to let him in. He doesn't need them.
But let's be honest: none of the Leaguers need the League. But humanity does. That's why they put their differences aside and band together.
Bruce is selfless when it comes to sacrificing his family a la Batman : Ego. Oh!—it's Bruce's children that are dying in Batman's mission. Isn't he so noble?—the picture of tragedy? The greiving father? The man who can't even have a steady romantic relationship because Batman wouldn't let him? So selfless—until he isn't. Until the JL—in other words, a planet full of people—need him to swallow his pride. Then, he isn't selfless anymore.
He's selfless when he's a father sending his children to war for the greater good—but he's not selfless when it's time to swallow his pride, to take the risk of trusting someone even after being traumatised and betrayed—for the greater good. (And honestly his trust issues seem narcissistic when surrounded by people like Dick, Alfred and freaking Commissioner Gordon!)
You know who does it? Dick Grayson. That's who. The “trust no one” maxim has been drilled into him by Bruce, but even then he chooses to trust. Not because he's stupid, but because it's a requirement. He totally expects to be stabbed in the back; he isn't naïve. But he'd rather be betrayed than have someone be barred from help because they seemed suspicious. It's canon in Titans. He says it in words, look it up. To Brother Blood, I guess.
Bruce didn't have to work to get on the League's good side. He just had to reveal his ID to regain trust and that, too, was Clark's idea.
And that's not an attempt at redemption, because if it was, then why did Clark have to do it too? Clark didn't do anything to deserve it. But Bruce forces him to and Clark agrees: for the greater good that the League trusting each other would ensure.
Clark Kent, who chooses to forego a mask so that people trust him. Literally, it comes down to that. Who has to built his whole civilian life around the fact that he shows his bare fucking face to the whole world.
And honestly, if I were to throw genre convention aside and read the text the hard way, Bruce doesn't seem really all that bothered with keeping his ID a secret. He's nothing compared to Clark. I mean. Come on, look at the number of people who know Bruce's ID and the number that know Clark's and tell me. Fucking tell me who's more serious about that stuff.
Bruce's entire existence hinges on other characters’ kindness, in and out of universe. In-universe there's this massive brigade of people who know his ID and keep it a secret. Out of universe, writers who show him to be the best even though Clark, Diana, Dick are all more worthy than him.
This is what you get when you let little incels run creative industries.
What did Bruce ever have to do to redeem himself to anyone? Literally anyone? Bruce would let Gotham burn if it meant he keeps his colossal pride intact. But oh, send his children to die: woe is him, this greiving father, so tragique—would absolutely do that.
He isn't even a hero. You know the impact of Batman: Ego and BtAS pales when put next to his very selfish acts when it comes to himself.
Because always—ALWAYS—the uwu factor in Bruce's stories aren't personal.
Not like it's in Clark's who has to face xenophobia because he's an alien. He's natural existence—his powers that are a part of him existing—being called a threat. He still helps.
Not like Diana who comes to the Man's World and decides to stay behind despite it being, well, a Man's World. That would never really respect her as much as it respects a man, any man, even though she's a literal Goddess. Coming and staying in Man's World for her means loneliness. Being immortal and watching every friend she ever made become a memory. But she chose to do it. Because at the end of the day, it's not about her. It's about helping people.
But for Bruce, in true male-is-default fashion, it's about losing people. People he loves.
His parents' death, Jason's death and so on and so forth. I'm not saying losing someone is not painful. I'm just saying it's always about his manpain.
Making the victim's pain his.
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peterkothe · 11 months
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Unicorn Warriors Eternal, the new fantasy, steampunk superhero show, from Samurai Jack and Primal creator Genndy Tartakovsky, is something else! Very different, and unusual from his from his usual fare, but given his track record with his previous experimental animated series, Mr. Tartakovsky could be onto something great! Really dig the retro Osamu Tezuka/ Max Fletcher style character designs, and it’s steampunk world!
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turtleblogatlast · 3 months
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One of my favorite things about Leo’s portals is the fact that they’re tangible.
He can throw those like frisbees and hit people with them like?? The boys’ abilities are so fun and magical and even sci-fi-esque but this aspect of Leo’s portals are so distinctly a Looney Tunes flavor of cartoon-y that I absolutely adore.
And sure this aspect of the portals can be used for fighting, but moreover the sheer amount of visual gags this does and can create is infinite.
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artificialgirlart · 3 months
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AI Supergirl Swimmer
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threeravenspublishing · 7 months
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How Much Sleep Do You Need to Thrive?
How Much Sleep Do You Need to Thrive?
We’re all unique individuals, with bodies that didn’t roll off some assembly line somewhere. I had a teacher in high school who only needed three hours of sleep per night, and she was as rested as someone else getting the recommended eight hours a night. She didn’t just survive on that little sleep. She thrived on it. A third option should be “My urge to keep working/writing/something…
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alt-adventures · 5 months
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Cyborg Batman | all cyborg posts
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winters-dream · 1 year
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Villain bursted through one of the many side doors to the hero agency’s headquarters, turning down the many hallways to find Hero. Panic rose in their chest as they dove through the utter chaos the facility was under. Heroes and sidekicks were scrambling everywhere as an alarm blared through the intercom, alerting everyone of a great danger.
Villain paid no mind, slipping through the corridors unseen. The heroes finding out about their whereabouts was the least of their worries. Their number one priority was Hero. Finding them, freeing them of their confines, and taking them home. 
They looked down at their phone, double checking the cell number Hero’s sidekick had sent them. They leapt down staircases, not concerned with their own safety, just trying to get to Hero as soon as possible. It didn’t take long, Villain spotted Sidekick rather quickly, racing towards them with a blinding speed. 
They stood before a thick metal door with a small window to peek through. Villain looked inside to find Hero sitting on the cold concrete floor, staring into nothing. Villain let out a sigh of relief, seeing Hero with no visible injuries. 
“How did they get here?” asked Villain. “Imprisoned by their own agency.”  
Sidekick shook their head and they typed in the pass code to get inside. “I can’t tell you, they won’t talk.”
Villain gritted their teeth together. “How long have they been here?”
“A few weeks—”
“And you’ve just now decided to tell me?” Villain wanted to scold the sidekick some more, but the sound of footsteps coming their way along with shouting was getting louder. 
Villain pushed into Hero’s cell, kneeling before them in the cramped space. “Hero.”
The sound of Villain’s voice seemed to pull Hero out of a trance as they looked up at them with surprise and relief swimming in their eyes. Villain brought a hand up to cup the side of their face, then sliding down the length of Hero’s arm. The touch was gentle but Hero still flinched away, a grimace distorting their features.
“Villain?” they rasped out. They reached a hand out to touch Villain’s face, like they couldn’t trust their sight to tell them the truth. 
“Yes, baby, it’s me,” Villain held their hand over Hero’s, their other hand grasped onto their arm. “I’m here. And I’m going to take you home. Can you stand?”
Hero nodded and let Villain pull them up. As soon as they managed to stand on their feet, their knees buckled, vertigo hitting them like a truck. Their vision blurred as they grabbed onto Villain’s jacket to stop themselves from falling. Villain caught them before they could hit the ground, allowing Hero to use them for support. Hero wrapped their arms tightly around Villain’s neck, leaning onto them like their life depended on it. Which it probably did.
“S-sorry,” the hero stuttered out. “I—you’re gonna have to—”
“It’s okay,” said Villain. They slipped a hand under Hero’s legs and hoisted them up into their arms. “I’ve got you, it’s okay.”
They glanced at Sidekick, who kept glancing back into the hallway with a nervous glint in their eyes. 
“Villain, you have to hurry,” they said. “The others will be here soon. They can’t know I let Hero out.”
They glanced at Hero, who seemed content with staring at the center of Villain’s chest. Though they seemed more or less  looking through the villain. The footsteps of the oncoming heroes invaded Villain’s ears like a clap of thunder. They spared one last glance at Sidekick and vanished. They found an emergency exit at the end of the hall and silently thanked whatever god that was up there that this building had so many exits. 
They raced through the streets, being as mindful as possible of the barely conscious hero in their arms. They slowed to a walk once they gained enough distance between them and the agency’s building. They looked down at Hero, their eyes blank and unreadable. 
“Are you okay?” they asked, earning a half-assed shrug from Hero.
“‘M just tired,” they whispered. They dug their head into Villain’s shoulder, Villain’s heart breaking at their weakened state. Villain planted a firm kiss on their forehead, seeing the roof of their home peeking through the other buildings. 
“You can sleep when we get home,” they said. “We’re almost there.”
And Hero did. They fell unconscious before their head hit the pillow, pulling Villain down with them. Villain didn’t mind for once and crawled under the  covers with Hero. 
They used this time to really examine the state Hero was in, relieved that they didn’t seem to have any major injuries. A few scratches and some bruising, but otherwise perfectly uninjured. They pull Hero close to them and plant another kiss on their forehead. 
“I’m sorry,” they whispered. “I should have found you sooner.”
As expected they received no response and sighed. They knew that they’d have to wait until tomorrow for some answers and that didn’t make sleep come to them any easier. 
They woke with a start, finding sunlight streaming through the window and Hero’s side of the bed empty. They sat up instantly, throwing the covers off them as they searched for Hero, their search coming up short when they spotted the door to their balcony slightly ajar. 
They looked through the glass to find the hero curled up on one of the seats, wearing their favorite of Villain’s hoodies. They wore a blank expression, paying Villain no mind as they stepped out onto the balcony and took the seat next to them. Their eyes were void of the usual light Villain had gotten used to seeing. Hero sat motionless, still as a statue. The only indication that Villain wasn’t staring at a Hero-shaped statue, was the subtle movement of their chest as they breathed. They looked dead. 
Broken. 
“Hero,” Villain called out softly. They received no response, Hero’s eyes moving millimeters in their direction before going back to staring blankly ahead. So unlike the Hero Villain knew. Nonetheless, Villain tried again.
“Hero, are you okay?” 
Villain reached out and took hold of Hero’s hand, rubbing the back of it with their thumb. Hero didn’t respond right away but eventually mumbled out an ‘I'm fine’. Almost subconsciously, Hero adjusted their hands so it was Hero who held Villain’s hand. The force in which Hero held them was more than enough indication that Hero was most definitely not fine.
Questions burned at the back of Villain’s throat, begging to come out. The most prominent one, and possibly the most important one, was why Hero was locked up by their own agency. They longed for answers that they knew would be difficult to say. But seeing Hero like this was torture. 
“Hero,” they said again, their questions obvious by the tone of their voice. 
“Not now,” whispered Hero, with a simple shake of their head. “I’d rather not talk about it now.”
Villain was at a loss of words. They’ve never seen Hero like this before, this was a completely new Hero. One that Villain didn’t know how to act around. 
“Do you want some coffee?” they asked, settling for tending to any physical needs Hero might have. Emotional support had never been Villain’s strong suit. 
Hero shook their head again. 
“Okay, well I’m going to get some,” said Villain. “I’ll be right back.”
Only that didn’t work out like they planned. As soon as Villain stood up, Hero’s grip on their hand tightened painfully. Though Villain didn’t think Hero was aware of that. They began muttering something, too low for Villain to hear. Though they did pick up on the words ‘best friend’. They sat back down in their seat hopeful, that they might get something from the hero.
“Hero?” They mentally jumped for joy when Hero looked at them, their eyes finally focused. 
“I was betrayed by my best friends,” said Hero. “Everyone at the agency, we basically grew up together. We trained together, fought together. We were like one big dysfunctional family.”
Tears welled up in their eyes and they made no move to wipe away the ones that fell. “And they betrayed me. There’s a mole in the agency and they thought it was me. They threw me in that cell and tortured me for information I don’t even have.”
Villain sat and listened as Hero went into horrible detail of everything they did to them. The agency didn’t hurt them physically, but the psychological damage they’d done was far worse than any broken bones could do. And only in a span of weeks. Villain could only hold Hero’s hand and stroke their arm as a form of comfort as they spilled everything that happened to them. 
“They took my powers,” said Hero. They were fully crying at this point, clinging to Villain’s hold on their arm. “And Sidekick—they just stood there and watched—”
They cut themself off with a broken sob, their breathing picking up quickly as they began to hyperventilate. Villain knew what was happening; Hero had a long history of being prone to panic attacks and this was no different. They jumped into action quickly, pulling Hero into a hug and softly swaying back and forth. 
“It’s okay, Hero, I’m here,” they whispered into their ear. They rubbed Hero’s back in a soothing manner and used their other hand to keep Hero’s head on their chest. Both things they’ve learned helped Hero with calming down. “Breathe with me, okay? Match your breathing to mine.”
 They took a deep breath, prompting Hero to do the same. They continued like this, whispering small praises in their ear form time to time. And slowly Hero calmed. It could have taken a few minutes or a few hours, Villain didn’t care how much time passed. All they cared about was the now calmed Hero, who’s breath now only hitched from the occasional sniffle. 
“I’m leaving,” they whispered.
“What?” asked the villain. They adjusted their position so they now sat in one chair with Hero snuggled into their lap. They held them close as they waited for Hero’s clarification. 
“I’m leaving the hero agency,” they said. “After everything they did, I don’t want to see any of them ever again. I won’t be able to do hero work anyway, since they took my powers from me. I’m leaving.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” whispered Villain. They tightened their hold on the hero, pulling them closer. “I’m so incredibly sorry. Is there anything I can do?”
Hero shook their head, a pained expression coming over them. 
“Just hold me,” they whispered. 
And that, Villain did. They held Hero all day until the day turned to night. It would take years of therapy for Hero to feel like themselves again. And Villain would be there every step of the way.
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newblvotg · 8 months
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st-just · 6 months
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Liberty by Vitalii Smyk
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