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THIS POST IS OUTDATED. I WILL UPDATE IT SOON.

My name's Edward, or whatever you wanna call me

Riddler is my comfort character, and this blog is dedicated to him and other Batman stuff. I will mostly reblog other's art

But you're always welcome to text me, I need more friends to infodump to c:

Some things about me:

#will probably update this later idk #speakz

i logged what

yrfemmehusband

it’s so easy to make accommodations for and ensure the disabled people in your life are okay.

i went to the renaissance festival with my partner and their sister today, and no one at all minded me taking breaks, and going down steep hills my partner took one arm and their sister took another to support me so i didn’t fall.

it was honestly one of the sweetest moments i’ve had and their family is so accepting and accommodating of me, AND they don’t make it a big deal! i just love having people in my life who are kind to me and help me in that way, and don’t make me feel embarrassed or ashamed of it :)

prideknights

In honour of disability pride month, we made a disability Pride Knight! Stay proud! ⚔️🌈

I need someone to be my Nightwing pleaseeeeee

applecoreart

+Running some design tests after the last update. Was able to fix the head proportion issues and simplify the head silhouette down to an easier-to-draw shape but keep the 'messy hair look.' For me, his hair should stick out a bit like pieces of straw or ruffled feathers-- he's combed it back at some point, tried to keep the image together, but then it's beginning to come undone in places. Kind of symbolic of his personality.

I wasn't in the mood for inking, so I just kept my clean sketch lines since this was a test, threw some color and shading in, and painted one of those simple 30 minute backgrounds that look more complicated than they actually are.

applecoreart

+Running some design tests after the last update. Was able to fix the head proportion issues and simplify the head silhouette down to an easier-to-draw shape but keep the 'messy hair look.' For me, his hair should stick out a bit like pieces of straw or ruffled feathers-- he's combed it back at some point, tried to keep the image together, but then it's beginning to come undone in places. Kind of symbolic of his personality.

I wasn't in the mood for inking, so I just kept my clean sketch lines since this was a test, threw some color and shading in, and painted one of those simple 30 minute backgrounds that look more complicated than they actually are.

goldenhornss

"Morning Irises" part 1

a.k.a a story of two complete opposites falling in love with each other, but it's gay and takes place in ancient Greece

Content warnings: mentions of blood, injuries and drowning

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The waves swayed calmly. His eyes were teary, but he could see the woman before him. She smiled as the wind pushed her hair into her face. She lent him her hand. He wanted to take it, but the water hit his eyes so suddenly...

Alexander woke up with a sharp pain to his chest. He sat up and breathed heavily. The pain made him confused, but he could still see the room he was in. He didn't recognize it. It appeared he was in bed, and looking down he saw patches on various places all over his body. In the corner of the room laid his armor, sword and helmet. The sword appeared to be covered in blood.

He breathed heavily. This wasn't his home. Was he back in Sparta?

Suddenly, he heard the door creak. A blonde haired head peaked through it. The person seemed to notice he was awake and immediately entered the room.

- If I were you, I wouldn't sit up yet.- The man said. He looked much more well-kept than the soldier- his skin was clean and his hair were nicely brushed and pulled into a small ponytail. His blue eyes analyzed Alexander.

- Who on Earth are you?- The man spat out. Only now he noticed how sore his throat is.

- Need a cup of water?

- Who are you?- The soldier continued, not breaking eye contact for even a moment.

- My name's Kassias, I saved you from being eaten by forest creatures, you're welcome!- The man said, slowly walking up to the bed.

- Where are we?- Alexander asked, looking at his lap. The bandages on him were clearly new.

- Attica.- Kassias replied.

- But that's...where are my troops?- The man was starting to be angry. The confusion overwhelmed him.

- Your what?

- My troops! We were coming back from battle! WHERE ARE MY MEN?- He yelled out. His lungs hurt but he didn't care.

Alexander was confused and hurt. Just a moment ago he was marching back to his house, now he is far away from home, in a stranger's bed, feeling naked without his armor and weapon.

- Hey, calm down...I don't know what you're talking about. I found you in the forest, bleeding out from several wounds, so I took you home and patched you up. I brought everything with me, other than your shield. It had a symbol of a different polis, so the politics took it...but don't worry! My father works there, we can get it back sometime soon. You just gotta heal first.- Kassias explained calmly. He put his hand on the man's, and Alexander let him, even though he was still confused.

For a while there was no response.

- My name's Alexander. I was born in Sparta.- The black haired man muttered out.

- Nice to meet you. Alright, I will leave you alone now. Please rest, and don't try to stand up, you'll hurt yourself further.- With a smile, the man stood up. He slowly walked to the door, then looked back at Alexander.- Shout if you need anything.

With that, Kassias left the room. The soldier took a few breaths, but then collapsed back onto the bed. With a sigh, he closed his eyes again, feeling every single part of his body ache.

What was the name of that movie where a computer fell in love with a guy's girlfriend? You know, the one my ex friend liked

I wanna watch it, the plot sounds cool

lg5

It's crazy that these strikes are happening given that all the writers and actors are asking for is less than 0.3% of the revenue these studios make.

grootficguy

in the tags, post where you’re from and list the first animal that comes to your head for each of these:

1. animal associated with sleep

2. animal associated with singing

3. animal associated with jumping/bouncing/hopping

4. an animal that is cowardly

5. a wise animal

6. a cunning/sneaky animal

see my tags for examples of what i mean. i want to see what other people connote animals with.

#poland #owl #birds #bunnies #me #ravens #foxes

love--poisoned-deactivated20240

i love you people who cant read

i love you people who cant write

i love you people who have trouble with big words

i love you people who cant do math

i love you people who need screenreaders

i love you people who need voice to text

i love you people who use only the basic words

i love you people who need someone to tell you the time

i love you people who can only experience books through auditory/visual media

i love you people who misspell even basic words

i love you people who seem 'dumb' or 'childish' due to the small range of words you can use

i love you people who have trouble with money

i love you people with dyslexia

i love you people with dysgraphia

i love you people with language processing disorders

i love you people with dyscalculia

i love you people with learning disorders

cy-cyborg

This is just a not-so friendly reminder to non-disabled people, especially authors, people in fandoms or in media analysis circles: Cripple/crippled is not just a fancy way of faying "badly injured". it's not an adjective you can just throw in to spice up your sentence because you used "injured" or "disabled" too many times in that paragraph, or because you feel like it gives your writing some extra "oomph".

Cripple is a slur.

A slur the physically disabled community has been asking people not to use for DECADES, since at least the 1970's (50 years). It's a slur with centuries of abuse behind it, centuries of being used to justify physically disabled people as less-than, centuries of demonisation, mistreatment, ostracization, and murder.

Some people within the physical disability community are reclaiming it, that's where movements like cripplepunk (also known as crip-punk or C-punk) come from. That's fine, I'm not talking about that. I love the cripplepunk movement and everything it stands for: being unapologetic about our disabilities and not changing ourselves for the comfort or convenience of able-bodied folks. But the people who use it in that context understand the history of the word, they know how it was used to hurt us, and they understand that not everyone in the physically disabled community is comfortable with the use of the word, especially those who were around when someone being labelled as "crippled" was seen as a valid reason to treat them as less than human. They understand the impact of the word.

But If you, as an able bodied person, casually uses "cripple" in your work, at best you are showing your disabled audience that you haven't been listening to us, at worst, you show you don't care about weather we feel safe in the spaces you have created.

And for able-bodied authors specifically, even if your character is physically disabled, I'd still recommend avoiding it unless you're prepared to do a LOT of sensitivity readings from multiple sensitivity readers. I've been physically disabled since I was 1 year old, I learned to walk for the first time in prosthetics and have been using a wheelchair since I was in school, I have no memory of life as an able-bodied person, and even I don't feel comfortable using the word cripple in my work.

It's a loaded word, with a lot of implications and a LOT of very dark, and for some people, very recent history. It's not a sentence enhancer to just throw in willy-nilly. Please.