Robotnitsa

There’s not nearly as much STEM as you’d expect from blog name that cool

[ghostly-bat]

We need more content of Tomorrow Man x Damian from Batman Knightflight. ♥️

The shameless flirting they do right in front of their kid. Little Alfred just wants to enjoy his breakfast. Do they really have to do this right in front of his cornflakes.

[robotsdeservebetter]

I mean, I’m sure that if the blank spaces were filled, it will turn out to be completely straight and platonic, but I just find it suspicious that these blank spaces exist at all and somewhat consistently. Alfred Wayne’s other parent being unknown might be a reach, since most of batsons are dark-haired blue-eyed and light-skinned, sometimes including Damian himself

…but in Super sons Jon and Damian definitely have grandchildren together, it just was never specified how the family tree looks like

[damicest]

anyone know if there's an ao3 tag used for damian still having his post-resurrection powers??? the angst of him beating his head into a wall saying he can't feel anything calls to me

[damicest]

i think the closest i'm going to get is "damian wayne has powers" and there is... very little. alas.

edit: WAIT. "metahuman damian wayne" has more. we're getting somewhere

[robotsdeservebetter]

Why are people saying “guys should be allowed to be friends without romantic connotations” like friendships between guys are so rare on screen? Genuine question. To see female friendships, I have to either deliberately look for shows that revolve around women or wait until the show feels cunty enough to do a girlpower episode, which is half the time kickstarted by girls being upset with guys. Male freindships are kind of a default. Brother, which shows are you watching, if you feel that media is oversaturated with queer couples? What kind of shows are watching, where guys can’t have all sorts of connections because they’re shoved into romances with each other? Here I am, looking at guy/girl interaction PRAYING for them not to become romantic or hoping they’ll interact non-romantically more than two times in 4 seasons because god forbid a men and women look at each other without wanting to fuck, and someone out there is bitching over mlm ship that never was even a queerbait ruining their “brotherly connection”? And can you please learn more words than “brotherly”? Not every platonic bond is familial

[pipithecat-108]

Is it just me or does anyone else hate when people write Jon as a 2D character to make Damian look smarter and more superior. But it really just makes their relationship less interesting. Like he is literally almost always a happy go lucky puppy dog or a crybaby, mostly because people still see him as a kid. But personally I really like smart and sarcastic Jon. Like I love when he’s written as a jimmy neutron, and him being interested in kryptonian tech and implementing it in his suits and other things. Like when he’s older he definitely becomes a scientist, historian, or my personal favorite a therapist and children’s author. But please give me smart Jon.

[robotsdeservebetter]

So I finally got back to reading Super Sons and it’s interesting that Damian is the one who was stunned by sadness when remembering a human, — and a villain — died, while Jon is unbothered and thinking on his feet on how to bring him back

[googlestrip]

my wife just sent me this,

I feel like deadpool would do a pregnancy test for jokes and panic when it comes back positive bc he doesn't know pregnancy tests come back positive if u have ball cancer

I can't stop thinking about it.

[robotsdeservebetter]

Do you think authentic Talia vs interesting Damian could be fixed, if Talia was in Hush instead of Catwoman? Talia and Bruce are together, Talia disagrees with Bruce over Hush’s death, learns she’s pregnant, realises she doesn’t want Damian to be like Bruce (at least not entirely) and it makes her chose her father and leave Bruce, raises Damian with LoA

[sparrows4bats]

So Duke Thomas sees into other dimensions right?

What if one day he sees into a universe where Damian dies for the world.

Then he sees it again. And again. And again.

Dukes watches Damian die to save them all. He sees him make mistakes like the child he is and never be forgiven. He watches Damian be betrayed, beaten, and forced to leave his family.

In every universe, he exists. Damian Wayne suffers cruelty and tragedy.

They all do, heroes dont have many happy endings, but Damian always chooses redemption, legacy, and sacrifice. Every time.

Damian, who was born into this world and never gets to leave it.

Duke looks at his Damian, in this reality, who is still so young and so small. No matter how many blades he carries or battles he wins.

Duke decides he is going to do everything in his power to make sure this Damian gets a good life, a happy ending and hopefully saves the world in the process.

First things first. Duke takes Damian under his wing.

He helps him with his animals and his art and gives the kid as much of a break from vigilantism as he is able to.

Because Damian is just a kid. He praises his efforts, sets boundaries, and introduces Damian to a life outside of Assassins and heroes.

Damian is confused but is having too much fun with Duke and their mischief around Gotham helping people and Strays.

The next thing Duke does is push Damian towards Jon Kent.

Because a universe without Jon Kent is a universe where Damian is doomed.

He sets them up as friends even after Jon get trapped in space and comes back older.

He invites the young Super to Gotham and talks to him about inequalities in society and what being a hero could mean. All in all, Jonathan Kent is a good kid, that like Damian, was born into a legacy that was too tough to carry alone.

Damian seems more at peace when he has his best friend flying by his side again.

Duke ticks another thing off his plan to save reality.

And said plan seems to be working.

Damian is happy. The world isn't ending, and Dukes little brother decides he wants to be a doctor rather than just Robin.

Something he never got to choose in the world's Duke has seen.

Duke is nothing but supportive, especially when Damian reveals the research he has been doing to cure Dukes parents.

What he does not expect is that a happy Damian is a mother hen who now bullies all of the bats into semi healthy habits.

His hippocratic oath means he can do no harm, but that doesn't mean he can't guilt trip and manipulate them all. It's somehow scarier than the katanna.

Duke does have some regrets about his meddling when Damian runs off to elope with Jon.

No one knew they were even dating.

When asked why and how Damian decided to do this, the little shit points at Duke and says he got them together!

The glares he receives are an overreaction.

But at least Damians' marriage probably means Duke has successfully avoided the apocalypse.

[ghostly-bat]

Jon let's Damian draw on him. It started out as an accident because one day Damian needed to write down some important information but he didn't have any paper on him so he just decided to write it on the back of Jon's wrist. Jon then proceeded to stare at that handwriting for the next two days. Later Jon buys Damian a pack of sharpies claiming that he can just add it to his art supplies but now Damian just uses those sharpies to doodle on Jon whenever he's bored (much to Jon's delight). And if Jon could he'd get every last little doodle tattooed.

One day Damian ask Jon if he can draw on his high top converse, Jon says yes obviously. It's now his favorite pair of shoes and he refuses to wear any other pair. Even when he out grows them he keeps them in a special box on the top shelf of his closet.

[ghostly-bat]

Damian every once in a while: "Superboy, trust fall."

And then jumps off the tallest tower at a random city.

Damian also becomes more reckless in general because he knows that all he has to do is say Jon's name and he's safe from becoming a mess on the pavement.

This kind of annoys the hell out of Jon because of the fear and adrenaline he gets when Damian yells his name like that and anxiety kicks in saying “What if I don't make it, what if I'm not fast enough”. He's saving Damian regardless and holds him more tightly than usual after every fall and rescue.

[namura018]

[ghostly-bat]

jon being a fan of batman and then slowly getting to know him over the years and having reality hit him in the face like.

jon: ...your dads kind of a loser...

damian: ??

jon: he's also kind of an asshole...

bruce says one bad thing about damian.

jon: you don't have to take that. you can fight him. you can easily take him. i could easily take him! do you want me to??? fuck it i'm gonna do it anyway, i'm gonna fight your dad.

and there's talia who jon did not like from the moment he meet her.

damian: she's my mom, she isn't that bad.

jon: most mom's don't hold a sword to their child's throat and send random assassins to fight them.

damian: that's just how we were raised.

jon: yeah well seems like you need therapy and I still don't like your mom cus that is not a valid excuse.

jon: i say we never talk to either of them again and move to japan and live out the rest of our days. you can afford it, we could be in an apartment in tokyo right now or the calm japanese countryside. we have the power to do that damian. say screw it and never talk to your parents again.

every breakdown damian has about his family jon is there to remind him like "hey wouldn't it be nice if we were in japan right now? a nice little apartment. hell it doesn't even have to be japan just anywhere but here. i say we pack our shit and leave no one ever has to know"

[aranarumei]

s-class spirit

read on ao3 (1,903 words)

As the blush crept higher on his cheeks, a memory clicked into place. “You went easy on me,” Lucy realized. “On Tenrou.” Freed froze. “…I suppose,” he said. Lucy frowned, and put her hands on her hips. She’d been working on her Erza-glower. “I want to know why,” she said. Whether it was due to her near-perfect channeling of Erza or his guilty conscience, Freed sat down.

have always wanted to write a proper freed-lucy conversation because there's so many fun things to dive into about it. and then I finally got the motivation to clean up this wip for a zine application! full thing's under the cut and on ao3 as per usual.

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Even now, Lucy could feel Capricorn in the background, tugging on her magic. This was her training to become a top-tier Celestial Wizard—summoning spirits until it came as natural as breathing. After she’d summoned him, he’d stepped away and left her to her own devices, but it was hard not to pause and search for the thread of her magic that tied them together. Her mother had taught her that the connection between a wizard and their spirit was of the utmost importance, and while she understood, intuitively, that this wasn’t a betrayal of those values, it was hard to let go of old habits.

She’d at least been able to pull her focus enough to complete her current task, which was digging through the private archives of Magnolia’s central library. Even with their penchant for recklessness and property damage, Fairy Tail had always been a valued guild within Magnolia, but after 7 years their reputation had gone to the gutter. It was only after she’d summoned both Crux and Capricorn that the librarians had been… persuaded, to let her in.

It had been a while since she’d thrown her weight around like that.

Once she’d run away and hidden her name, she’d been committed to living her life as an ordinary person… or as ordinary as one could be while being a Fairy Tail wizard, which was just about the most extraordinary thing anyone could imagine. Some days, it felt like a dream; Lucy worried she’d wake up in her bed in that hollow manor, still nothing but a rich man’s daughter.

Seven years after the Heartfilia name had already crumbled into ruin, the status of that name had withered and then died. Though she’d never relied on it, she found it disconcerting to live without it, to treat her last name like it meant almost nothing at all.

In this dusty room, her throat felt like sandpaper. The information on Celestial Spirit Magic here was thin and disappointing, especially in comparison to what Lucy half-remembered from her childhood. While Celestial Spirit Magic was by no means rare—silver keys were popular amongst wizards for casual use—any higher-level Celestial Spirit Magic was cloaked in secrecy. Layla Heartfilia, then, must have been one of the greatest wizards of the ages, Lucy thought.

Tears pricked at her eyes. After the Heartfilia estate had fallen into disrepair, Layla’s collection of books had been sold and scattered. Lucy could now only hope to live up to her mother.

Apart from Celestial Spirit Magic, she’d also tried to look into dragons and Dragon Slayer Magic, but the results were similarly disappointing. Acnologia’s shadow loomed large in her mind, as did the mystery of Tenrou Island. But the latter was a secret reserved for Master Makarov and his predecessors, and the former had disappeared without any trace, so for now, all Lucy could do was train. She wanted to do right by her guild; they had given her so much over the years, and though she’d let go of so much of her old life, she couldn’t let go of her pride.

As she stood up, ready to get some fresh air, the door to the basement level creaked open. Instead of the spirit she’d expected, though, in walked a young, green-haired man, with an unmistakable red coat.

Freed mirrored the surprise on her face. Cautiously, he said, “…Hello, Lucy?”

She tugged again at the thread of her magic. Seriously, where had Capricorn gone? No matter how serious they looked, her spirits all loved to do their own thing, it seemed…

Lucy sighed and pocketed her magical speed-reading glasses. “Hi, Freed,” she said, offering him a beleaguered smile. “I’ll get out of your hair—I was just about to head out.”

“You don’t have to—” he hurried to say, but she shook her head.

“Really, I’ve been dying to get out here,” she assured. “I thought I’d find something about my magic, but it’s not anything I don’t already know…”

Freed considered the books she’d been about to reshelve. “…I might have something in my personal collection,” he said. “But a lot of that information is lost to time—I suspect that the magic’s true secrets were passed down from teacher to student, and little was written down.” He paused, gaze flickering towards her keyring, which shone of gold—ten of those keys, now. “How did you come to learn it?”

The Heartfilia name really had lost its power, Lucy thought. “My mother,” she said, and didn’t wait to see if Freed made an awkward face about it. “I might take you up on your offer sometime,” she continued, “but if I stay in these archives, I’ll fossilize.” She looked to Freed, who seemed perfectly at home in this old, dusty room. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Freed said, but he looked contemplative. Finally, he said, “If you’re heading out, would you like to spar?”

Lucy raised an eyebrow.

“I actually came down here to escape Laxus,” Freed admitted. “He’s… well, he never goes easy, which I respect him for, but it would be nice to spar with someone who’s a little less… intense.” He paused. “No offense.”

“…None taken,” Lucy said. Now that she was looking for it, the coat had covered up most of the damage, but his boots were scuffed, and his hair, which had been pulled back, was unusually dull. There was a smudge of dirt under his chin. It fit the aura of this rundown room all too well. “Wow, he really did a number on you.”

Freed smiled. “Well, he didn’t get out of it clean, either.” At Lucy’s disbelieving stare, he reddened, and haltingly explained, “I—I fight—kind of dirty, so it gets… pretty uncivilized.”

As the blush crept higher on his cheeks, a memory clicked into place. “You went easy on me,” Lucy realized. “On Tenrou.”

Freed froze. “…I suppose,” he said.

Lucy frowned, and put her hands on her hips. She’d been working on her Erza-glower. “I want to know why,” she said.

Whether it was due to her near-perfect channeling of Erza or his guilty conscience, Freed sat down.

Lucy sat beside him. There wasn’t anything to be guilty of, she thought. Maybe Natsu cared about being able to take Gildarts head-on and win, but Lucy didn’t mind taking advantage of luck. It was maybe the only thing of her father that she had left.

“…I’ve always thought that being an S-Class wizard requires more than pure power,” Freed began. “The magic council, they grade their knights with a lacrima that assesses pure magical power. But that’s a simplistic understanding of combat. Given time to prepare, my Jutsu Shiki can trap just about anyone. But one-on-one? I’m no slouch, but there’s a reason Mirajane made short work of me.”

“Okay, you’re not that good,” Lucy interjected. “Mirajane would’ve won no matter what—she’s just strong.”

“That she is,” Freed acquiesced. “All of our S-class wizards are strong no matter what, but like me, like anyone, I think there are niches they excel in.”

“So, Mirajane’s best at one-on-ones?”

Freed hummed thoughtfully. “Something like that. Mirajane was always cunning in a way that Erza wasn't. She had… something of a vicious streak. And that temperament bleeds into her style of fighting, which is to wreak havoc upon her opponent. So, when we fought, I really thought…”

“…that you were going to die?”

“I wouldn't blame her,” Freed said, but when Lucy remained silent, he added, “but I am grateful for her mercy.” He smiled. “Laxus would say she’d gone soft.”

“And how does Laxus fight?”

“Thoughtfully,” Freed said. He tilted his head, considering Lucy’s look of disbelief, and explained, “There’s no wasted effort, when he moves. He's every bit as sharp as the lighting he wields. It might seem like he just dominates his opponents through sheer force, but he’s always thought it through.” The more he spoke about Laxus, the wider his smile grew.

“When you put it that way, our S-class wizards are all pretty different,” Lucy mused. “Gildarts is super strong, but he’s more… solitary? Since he’s always wandering here and there. I guess Laxus did that too, but that wasn’t on purpose—” She snapped her mouth shut.

“No, it doesn’t suit him the same, does it…?” Freed murmured. He paused to collect himself. “I do think that his lifestyle informs how Gildarts fights,” he says. “As an S-Class wizard, he handles 100 Year Quests, while Mirajane stays back to protect her guild. They’re both powerful, but they make different uses of their powers.”

“Oh!” Lucy exclaimed. “It’s not just about how they fight, or use their magic—it’s about how they contribute to the guild!”

“Yes,” Freed said, emphatic. “That’s—that’s what I meant, you worded it so perfectly…” He fidgeted with his hands, and continued, “Um… so I think… after what we did, the guild master has been especially conscious of the fact that our S-Class wizards are S-Class wizards of Fairy Tail.”

Freed looked embarrassed. Solemnly, Lucy concluded, “You think he wanted someone who would be good for the guild.”

He nodded. “That’s why Gajeel wasn’t nominated.”

“And you were.”

“That was a mistake.”

“What do you mean?” Lucy asked. “You apologized so sincerely.”

Some time after Laxus’s exile, Bickslow had approached her, and asked if she could help Freed regrow his hair. Freed had been adamantly against it, insisting, It won’t mean anything unless I wait, but after Lucy and Bickslow and Mirajane had been unable to convince him, Evergreen had loudly said, If Laxus came back right now, he’d call you ugly, and somehow, that had actually worked.

Now he was twisting that regrown hair between his fingers. Slowly, Freed said, “The guild master… he thinks that Laxus instigated it, and we just followed him, because we were scared, or because we didn’t know anything better, I don’t know. But whatever good there is in me, Laxus has it, too. The path to redemption… I wanted to walk it with him.”

He hung his head low. Cana, crying in the bathroom, had trembled just like this.

“Freed…”

“…How mortifying! For him to go where I can’t follow!”

Lucy swallowed. She couldn't hug him, because they weren’t close enough for that. Nevertheless, she understood him—almost nothing in the world could tear her apart from her loved ones. But the world was exceptional and terrible, and so she had lost her mother to illness and her father to time.

Freed, composing himself, took a deep breath. “You are strong, Lucy Heartfilia. You have power, and intellect, but most of all, you have heart. The match was decided from the start.”

Lucy didn’t feel strong, but she asked, “You can fly, right?”

Freed raised his head. “…Yes,” he said. “In a certain form.”

Lucy curled her fingers around the handle of her whip. “It would be good to practice against,” she suggested.

Freed didn’t smile, but his eyes curved into something close. “It would be my honor,” he said.

Again, she felt for the tether of her magic, and the fabric of space between Earthland and the celestial realm, and let the gate fall closed, returning Capricorn’s spirit home. This was what he didn’t know: Lucy was incapable of letting go. If that was what Freed called her heart, it was stubborn and strong.

“I’m not an easy opponent,” she warned.

[gloomshroomofdoom]

Hot Take:

Dan Mora has some of the worst same face syndrome we've ever seen but we don't even care because the face he draws is hot.

[sun-moon-talia]

doctor damian is cool and all but i’m still attached to the idea of damian spending his daddy’s money on an art degree and then dropping out in his last semester

[moonchild-nissa]

🎉 Art Raffle 🎉

To thank you all for your love, I'm doing an art giveaway!

Rules:

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(Optional) Answer who you'd like me to draw!

Deadline : July 20th !

3 winners will get a free art commission from me 🌟

[januariat]

thinking about letting clark be written as scary without having to make him evil or morally grey

[januariat]

a lot of the time when people want clark to be frightening they make him evil, like in justice lords/injustice, or morally questionable, like how he dealt with zod in the dceu. but it would be equally cool to see a superman who’s the moral pillar of the justice league, who is kind and gentle and rescues cats out of trees, suddenly having a moment during a fight or a dangerous situation where you realize exactly how much he’s holding back. world made of cardboard etc but played much quieter/scarier. Or if we’re talking Alien Clark, having a moment where he forgets himself and does something extremely creepy. maybe he forgets to keep breathing. or something like that one panel where he forgets humans can’t see in the dark and scares the bejeesus out of a firefighter. uncanny valley cryptid clark.

idk I just think it’s Neat and would love to see more of it. if anyone has recs lmk :)

[pugugly001-misc]

The weird recognition that Clark, without autism, still has to run ‘actlikeanormalperson.exe’ in his head and when he gets really involved with something he occasionally has to go through a checklist in his head-

Am I breathing?

Have I blinked?

Are my feet touching the floor?

Am I touching something typically fatal or painful?

Have I damaged the environment in some unexpected way?

Am I responding to sensory input not available to humans?

Oh … I’m not breathing…

And suddenly the Clark they know and love is there but for just a second they were in deep humanoid abomination/ uncanny valley territory and had no idea why…

[da-boy-o-kultur]

It reminded me of this scene, Clark is still perfectly normal and heroic but he is Angry and he shows just how much he normally holds back and how deadly he’d be if he wasn’t holding back

[simon-newman]

Were I to direct a Superman movie I’d put in it something like “Clark gets hit by a car” twice.

Have some opening action scene where Superman shows up to stop crime and the robbers try to run him over at top speed.

Obviously it doesn’t work and Clark stops the car - wrecking it a bit and stunning the criminals inside but not harming them.

Then the scene repeats much later but this time Clark is distracted, stunned or suffering some phlebotinum effects - anything that causes him to not react.

He doesn’t catch the car or recoil from impact at all. He doesn’t budge. The car crashes into a completely immoveable obstacle and gets wrecked. The driver is seriously injured and Clark freaks out because usually he doesn’t allow this to happen. He consciously makes effort to limit the damage. Catching the car at all is not an effort to stop it - it’s a way to distribute the force behind impact and keep people alive

[da-boy-o-kultur]

If your car doesn’t have crumple zone you better hope that Superman is your crumple zone.

[kiragecko]

Like the scene where dealing with Joker as Clark is much harder than other villains, because he’s never had to consider what ‘giant funny mallet’ or ‘deadly rubber chicken’ would do to a human. How deadly would it be, how much can he get away with taking a blow, how much does he absolutely have to avoid, even if he moves at slightly superhuman speed - so that he appears the most human.

So much of what he does, both as Clark AND and Superman, is for other people’s comfort.

The way he tilts his head to show he’s hearing something you can’t.

The way he dresses for weather he can’t feel.

The way his glasses obscure the too-intense blueness of his eyes.

The way he lifts his feet over cracks, and ducks under overhangs.

The way he eventually purchases oven mitts and other protective gear to wear before touching dangerous substances.

The way he leans into blows so people don’t shatter their hands.

The way he tries to only respond to words and tone, rather than heartbeat, increased/decreased sweating, breathing changes, ‘inaudible’ mumbles, and all the other things people don’t know they’re communicating.

A Clark that forgets to do those things is fascinating to observe.

(I’d also love to see more of various Karas and Kon dealing with similar things, because their perspectives are all so different.

Kara grew up without powers, but not around humans, and so her blind spots would be really different.

Kon starts out without any interest in passing for human, and then gets a lot of his Kryptonian abilities around the time he begins to care, and it’s mixed up with all this resentment and confusion about ‘being human,’ and the fact that most of the people close to him act weirder than he does - he must be SO CREEPY, you guys!)

[laskapsy]

I am so glad read all of this, creepy alien (and still nice and kind!) Ckark my beloved 🙂‍↕️🤌✨