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Gabriel has messy hair because he’s hyper active and when he grows up, he flies around too much because of his duties

Question about Raphael

How is he examining patients if his eyes are closed

yesss! This is canonnn! He can never keep his hair styled 😂

And well, Raphael's mask still allows him to see, As I explained before.

(This one) 👇

When he wears his blindfold, he simply already knows what to do without seeing. He only uses it when he is not working

(This one) 👇

Rhodes

Perse

Eros

Anteros

Bonus with them as unexpected duos under the cut

Here's the general art style Chinese mountains are drawn in:

And here's how some of them actually look:

Here’s another karst formation you’ve probably seen:

Aka Pūtangirua Pinnacles in Aotearoa, when Post isn’t getting funky with filters

[Wikipedia]

Here’s some in Madagascar.

[Wikipedia, Tsingy de Bemaraha, Madagascar]

Karst is also responsible for most cave formations, from stalactites and stalagmites to cenotes in the Yucatan:

[cc] Jorge S Maïssa, Hubiku Cenote, Mexico

to the giant caves of China and Vietnam:

[cc] Doug Knuth, Hang Son Doong

Vaggi and Charlie are walking down the street in Pentagram City on a visit, when Vaggi suddenly stops in front of a corner store.

Vaggi; I got to go use the bathroom. You okay waiting right here for a second?

Charlie: Go ahead. I'll be right here.

Vaggi gives Charlie a quick kiss and goes inside.

Charlie starts playing a game on her phone when she hears a metallic twang and feels something poke slightly into her back.

"Gimme all your money."

Charlie turns her head to see a wolf like sinner in torn clothes pointing a knife into her back.

Charlie:.......What are you doing?

Wolf: Baking a fucking cake. What does it LOOK like im doing, huh?

Charlie;.....*She tilts her head* Are you...MUGGING me?

Wolf Sinner: Duh, you dumb bitch! Hand over the money!

Charlie:...Why?

Wolf Sinner: What?!

Charlie: WHY are you mugging me?

Wolf Sinner: I-The fuck are you talking about?!

Charlie: Well, it just doesn't seem like a very good way of making a living. I mean, not only is it probably a dangerous job and VERY unfair to the people you mug, but it also probably doesn't pay very uniformly, you probably can't so this in the same place since people will probably expect you there, meaning you have to travel for work-

The sinner growls and grabs her by the front of her shirt.

Wolf Sinner: Listen bitch! Either hand over your cash or I'll spill your guts all over-GAH!

He looks down at the hand holding Charlie's shirt and sees that she grabbed hold of his wrist and shoulder and both were now quickly becoming encased in ice and she proceeded to keep talking as if nothing was happening.

Charlie-Ot to mention how unsafe this can be for YOU. I mean the people you mug could be ARMED or willing to kill YOU for trying to mug them. I mean, it seems like a REALLY unsafe buisness all around. Plus, you probably don't get good health benefits-

Wolf Sinner: L-LET GO!

He tried pulling himself out of her grip, but she kept a surprisingly strong squeeze on his arm and shoulder, keeping him in place as the continued to crawl across his body. Soon, the entire right side of his body and a good chunk of his left was coated in ice as Charlie went on.

Charlie; -Lus not to mention Vacation Days. Honestly, this just doesn't seem like that good of a career. You should REALLY rethink it if you ask me.

She pulled her hand off him just as the ice finished going over the rest of his body, leaving only his head not encased. His free head puffed out frozen breathes.

Vaggi came out and her eye widened seeing the ice enclosed sinner in front of Charlie.

Vaggi: What happened?

Charlie: Just talking with this sinner about his life choices. I think it was going well. *She smiles at the sinner* Like i said, maybe think about changing careers.

She takes Vaggi's hand and the two walk away.

An employee from the store comes out and he jumps seeing the wolf sinner.

Employee: What the fuck?!

Trevor Noah interviewing Judith “Badass” Heumann

Judy Heumann believed in the inherent value of each disabled individual and would never back down on what she thought was right. Her friends and fellow activists remember her as a strong leader.

Judy Heumann

December 18, 1947 - March 4, 2023

She’s Jewish and born to immigrant german parents who migrated in the 1930s

She has been in a wheelchair for nearly her entire life due to contacting polio at a very young age.

Due to her wheelchair, she was actually barred from most schooling including kindergarten as her wheelchair was deemed as a “risk.” because it could be “in the way” if there was a fire.

She was the first wheelchair teacher in New York after suing when she was once again denied her license for the same reasons she was denied kindergarten.

She worked as the Assistant Secretary of Education for OSERS for 8 years

Her parents, especially her mother, were big parts in her becoming an activist as her mother Ilse was a community organizer and fought hard to get her daughter as much education as she could, it was her activism that helped her daughter and other disabled children be allowed to enroll in High School instead of being separated into a specific disabled school. (We don’t have time to go into all that but tldr; those schools sucked and its a genuine accomplishment disabled kids no longer have to learn in like, cramped attics that didn’t teach anything)

She was a founder of the organization Disabled in Action! She didn’t just organize sit-ins, she helped RUN the organization that was organizing them!

The president she butted heads with the most was Richard Nixxon, this isn’t that important I just know everyone loves when he gets dunked on

She helped CREATE THE INDIVIDUALS WITH DISABILITIES EDUCATION ACT!!! I cannot express to you just how important that is, if you have basically any kind of disability, this act is a big reason you were able to go to a public school instead of being shoved into a warehouse.

The Black Panthers helped with the 504 sit-in! They helped bring food because the organization also included black disabled people, and one of the members of both, Brad Lomax, asked for help!

She had a podcast! You can go listen to that podcast right now!

Honestly just check out her website in general

She also founded the Berkeley Center for Independent Living!!

Honestly I could keep going on but she’s genuinely one of my heroes and was an amazing person who it is not an underestimate to say changed the world for the better.

The oldest mistake we make about hope is believing it belongs to the future. It belongs to light.

Every night sky is an argument against immediacy. Much of what we follow has already ceased to exist. Stars collapse into silence. Galaxies devour one another. Suns burn out while their final radiance still crosses voids so vast that extinction cannot overtake it. We steer our gaze by emissaries of the dead.

Hope obeys the same law.

We picture hope as confidence that tomorrow will improve. It is something more ancient and severe. Hope is the stubborn survival of illumination long after its source has vanished. A child draws breath from a parent’s courage years after the parent has returned to dust. A civilization continues reasoning by the glow of intellects reduced to ash centuries earlier. A promise keeps molding a life long after the voice that uttered it has fallen quiet. The origin dies. The light keeps traveling.

This is why hope endures catastrophes that should have extinguished it. It was never contained inside the moment of crisis. It had already been launched before disaster struck. We confuse the death of the star with the death of its radiance. The universe makes no such error.

Every human life becomes a private observatory. We orient ourselves across decades by illuminations born in vastly different eras. Some were kindled in childhood and only reach us in old age. Some arrive from books written by hands now turned to stone. Some stream from gestures of kindness so quiet that the giver never suspected they had entered another person’s sky. We name these memories, ideals, love. They are all delayed light.

Despair sets in when we insist that every beam must prove its source still burns. Hope awakens when we accept that guidance and origin run on separate clocks. A star’s worth has never required its continued existence. It requires only that its light still finds someone willing to journey by it.

The deeper mystery is that the future conducts its own astronomy. A possibility that does not yet exist begins to exert gravitational influence across time. An unwritten book reshapes the writer before the opening line appears. A child not yet conceived alters the choices of those who will become parents. A justice not yet realized disciplines generations who will never witness its arrival. The possible pulls the actual into alignment long before it becomes real.

This is why hope is neither optimism nor prophecy. Optimism calculates what is likely to occur. Hope decides how we move when certainty is impossible. Sailors never demanded guarantees from the sea. They required only a sky that remained readable.

The final law is therefore this. We do not live merely beneath the light of stars that still burn. We navigate by the radiance of vanished ones and by the invisible gravity of futures not yet formed. Every life of consequence is steered by realities whose full presence lies elsewhere in time, by light that outlives its source and by attraction that precedes its object. We become what we can orient ourselves toward before we can ever hold it.

Some of the Virtues have very elaborate halos, others have simple classic halos. Is there a reason for that in-universe, or is that just your preference?

I also noticed Michael and Lucifer are the only ones with six wings in the Virtues. Are they not all Seraphim? And why is Lucifer the only one with wings that don’t match his main color (gold)?

I love the butterfly look of Sariel, she’s so pretty. 🤩 Her and Metatron have fascinating designs- can you go into your thought process for them a bit?

And this isn’t a design question, but something I’m wondering- Lucifer is the only virtue without an -el suffix in his name. (I’ve seen Samael or Helel thrown around in the fandom.) Do you have an in-universe reason for that?

Helou, anonymous!

About their halos, it's really just a matter of design. At least in my Au, it doesn't have any meaning or anything similar, so It's just preference.

And well tbh the idea of the "more wings the more range" is so used, which I find tedious. As if they were Pokémon evolving lol

But actually, they all have six wings. With the exception of Gabriel and Raphael who only have two wings. And Leliel, who can "conjure" his wings with his energy as many as he wants.

About the color of Lucifer's wings I just thought about the design. Michael is a clean blue sky, Lu is a sunset.

For Sariel, I've had her design for a long time, some time before I started posting content.

(I usually make random characters when I'm bored and they're the ones I usually add on the comic!)

She was going to be a virtue at first. But then I changed it when I started designing the other virtues. Leaving her the role of protection and teaching of the lil guys.

When I first showed her in the old comic, I was happy with the design and then I didn't change it again.

(old VERY OLD Sketches)

The butterflies that always surround her are her sentinels. But they work more like her eyes. This way she can take care of the little virtues in the mafte garden.

About Metatron, he was one of those random sketches that I usually do. When I decided to add him to the comic, I changed his hair. I wanted to go for the concept of a meteor shower or galaxy.

That's why his hair is like a portal type. And I didn't want to make him look serious, but I did want to make him strict.

But what I do have to say is that I struggled a LOT with his color palette. I didn't like the Combination, even I started trying variations of blue and purple tones and it was HORRIBLE 😭

Until I just tried black.

... And I liked it.

And finally, the last one.

Next up someone is going to claim that the Narnia series isn't kids books.

i’m just thinking from the perspective of Jason suddenly being thrust into this Gotham high society culture, and out of nowhere he’s abruptly got a schedule packed full of galas, evening parties, dinners, fundraisers, charity events, grand openings—you fucking name it, Bruce has about three of each on the calendar for the next six months. i imagine that although Jason would despise and abhor almost every single one of these events, he’d be so desperate to please Bruce and be a better kid than Dick out of spite that he loyally goes to Every Single Event without complaint. every single one, teeth gritted and hair perfect, he’s gotta be there at Bruce’s side, because he just assumes the events are part of the gig and he really doesn’t wanna lose the gig.

so, Jason’s at all of these events. and so is Tim. so are a lot of the elite’s children, i assume. and while at first Jason’s trotted about like a prize pet because the adults want to see Brucie’s latest ward, eventually he’s ushered off to entertain himself like all the other younger ones so the adults can talk and gossip. and the other kids are pricks, right? all richy and prim and proper? all except Tim, who knows full fucking well this is Robin and he sticks to Jason’s side in Awe. at every event.

and in Tim’s mind he and Jason are essentially becoming best friends. he makes a beeline to Jason at every event he attends and every time Jason smiles and talks to him for as long as Tim can stick around. asks after him, chats about school, is pretty much nicer to him than his own parents at this point. and Tim is starry-eyed about it, because he’s friends with Robin.

meanwhile Jason legitimately does not fucking know who this kid is. every time. he is of the assumption that every event is their first time meeting and Tim is just a real eager and nosy kid.

the thing is Jason has, over time, developed a lot of strategies and tricks for getting through the ridiculous boringness of all these fuckass events. silently causing chaos, of course; daring Dick to do gymnastics off the balcony when he bothers to show up, trying to sneak champagne, seeing how many pieces of sushi he can slip into different peoples’ clutch bags. he keeps himself entertained. but his main strategy is essentially dissociating for the whole night. he’s developed and perfected a ‘Gotham elite alter ego’ if you will, much like Bruce and Brucie Wayne. the second he enters an event he keeps his voice warm, smile easy, speech clear, and cycles through aimless small talk designed to keep the other person talking so that he has to engage as little as possible while zoning out. it’s robotic, almost; at this point it’s mindless. he’s perfected the act so well that he can pretty much switch his brain off during galas and then turn it back on again the second they leave for the night.

a side-effect of this is that he literally forgets everything anybody says to him the second they say it as long as it’s during one of those events. and Tim is just another nameless face in a sea of nameless faces, so Jason Does Not Know Who This Kid Is. he’s just being polite and Tim doesn’t know the difference.

i specifically think this is the funniest possible option because of how things could go post-resurrection when Jason goes back to Gotham and starts interacting with the bats again. Tim thinks Jason and him go way back; Jason’s never met this guy before in his fucking life. when Tim realises this, he feels like he’s going fucking insane.

Jason, teasing after Tim gets hit: seriously, where the fuck did B find you?!? how could you have possibly wormed your way into this stuff??

Tim, grumbling as he straightens his cape: ha-ha, as if i didn’t see the guy every damn week.

Jason, honestly surprised: oh, no shit? did your parents work for WE or something?

Tim:

Tim: what?

Jason, oblivious: did you see him because of your parents’ work i mean, ‘cause every week is a lot.

Tim:

Tim, incredulous: well no?!?!? i saw him at the same damn galas and dinners i saw you at??

Jason: oh you went to some of those?? man, you should have said hi, i bet you we could have been good friends back then.

Tim:

Tim: Jason don’t make me hit you.

Jason: ?

like, i cannot stress this enough, Jason is not doing a bit. i want him to fully and 100% honestly not remember ever meeting Tim before being Red Hood, and he did not bother to do much research into who Tim was afterwards because he was too busy being mad at the world. Tim keeps declaring that they were joined at the damn hip when they were kids and Jason laughs at him because he thinks he’s making shit up. Tim is in danger of developing peptic ulcers from the indignance of it all.

Jason: oh i like that jacket, it’s cool.

Tim: well yeah, you gave it to me for my birthday.

Jason: ??? your last birthday i gave you a bag of cold spaghetti wdym.

Tim: *huffing* yes i know, i mean my birthday just before you died. you know, back when you were nice.

Jason:

Tim: there was a dinner at my house??? i gave you your invite personally???

Jason: *squinting, sucking his teeth* mmmmm,

Tim:

Jason: nope. doesn’t ring a bell.

Tim: how do you not remember buying me a birthday gift?! you said you picked it out specifically for me???

Jason: yeah, buddy, i reckon Alfred bought you that jacket, and i think young me was a real good liar.

Tim:

Tim, betrayed, turning to Alfred:

Alfred: *leaves the room*

Tim: are you fucking kidding-

to save face about the fact that his childhood best friend was literally just recycling npc dialogue and forgetting who he is the whole time they knew each other and Tim never fucking noticed, Tim proposes that Jason simply doesn’t remember him because the lazarus pit fucked up his memories.

“No,” Damian tells him eagerly, because he’s been loving this whole thing from the start. “The pit actually strengthened Todd’s memories and ability to store them; it revitalises and renews the brain’s ability to preserve.”

Tim throws a book at him and starts digging through old photo albums to find gala pictures of them both that prove he isn’t losing it.

it all comes to a head when Jason and him are going for a drive and Jason slows down as they pass the gates to Drake Manor.

“Drake,” Jason hums thoughtfully, reading the sign. he turns to Tim, “Hey, that’s funny. Didn’t you say your last name is Drake? it’s like it was built for you.” Tim stares at him in disbelief as he laughs to himself. “Man, can you imagine if you’d lived next to us back then? You woulda’ been neighbours with Batman; we could have been buddies! That would have been cool, I would have liked a friend back then.”

Tim’s so enraged that he tases Jason in the ribs, forgetting he’s the one in control of the car. Jason crashes them into the Drake Manor gates and Bruce grounds them both for wrecking one of his favourite cars.

their relationship is special to me

she needed. a chair

as a god, and as a god with his specific upbringing, he wasnt really raised. there was no one to tell him how he was supposed to act or what he was supposed to be, aside from the sea herself and from the myths we can see that he embodies the ocean- obviously- and that shows with his anger, agression and rage

the first few scenes we get with percy is him trying to attack someone, and then going through with it. theres a line, a few words before he pushed nancy, where percy says something like: ‘i remembered what my guidance counsler told me, count to 10’ as a way to control his anger- and it doesnt work. percy has anger issues, and even though they arent shown much (which i think is lost potentional) they are still there, even in hoo there are times where people compare him to the ocean (im pretty sure its been a bit since ive done a full reread).

but through the entire series we see, even without being told, that percy matches the ocean! with the storm in the first book it clearly puts him on edge more than other students, he gets mad and lashes out similarly to poseidon in the myths, he generally acts as aggressive and violent as the seas and as his father-

but the difference is that he grew up in the mortal world. poseidon is a god, he is the god of the ocean- arguably the most powerful and dangerous thing on earth- and anyone with two braincells would be smart enough to avoid pissing him off as he knows for his wrath, and no ones gonna stop him. he faces (almost) no consequences for any violence he does, because hes a god. but percy doesnt have that. we know he gets expelled constantly, even for things that arent his fault, and we know and see that people- gods included- are scared of him. and we also know that he hates that.

YES