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'i'm the son of batman. - and that's all you need to know!'

non-selective, low activity robin/damian wayne from dc comics. written by robin (21+, they/he, EST). read links before interacting!

gibraltarborn --- indie slow activity, oc friendly/crossover friendly, SUPER non-selective OC blog for my neanderthal OC Flint & her pet smilodon Fangs. originally made 2023, rebooted 2025. please read rules/information before interacting! lovingly written by robin

spider-boy! - indie low activity mixed source peter parker aka spiderman from marvel comics! written by robin (21+, EST time zone, they/them). please read info before interacting!

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looking for digital hyjinx-ery? come check out this NEW™ and IMPROVED™ indie, non-selective Pomni from The Amazing Digital Circus! She's cute, she's colorful, and she's full of existential dread! Here some things this blog's in particular's got to offer:

canon divergent Pomni

AUs/verses

plenty of frequent mun drawings of the muse and ramblings about her and her missed potential in the show

variation of rp lengths to match my partner - couple words to paragraphs, your pick!

other things, probably

interested? please feel free to check out the links below & reblog this so i can get her out there! thanks!!

The Soul of the First Man was never supposed to be a fighter or a killer. His purpose in creation was to grow, first plants and animals, then humans. His family.

How far must one fall to reach the lows he has gotten himself into? Exterminations. Slaying Sinners, cleaving heads from shoulders and painting it all as a gift of final rest to those who didn’t deserve peace. The mask he wore would shield him from red blood yet he finds that with each year he could taste more and more of it. Such an iron, such a bitter and hopeless taste that rots his tongue. Maybe that’s why he opted to scream and yell, anything to project his voice, to get that poison out of his maw…

In the end, regardless of how much he participated in the fight, there was at least one thing to look forward to. The day after sporting a rather large party for him and the girls to indulge in. They too were infected with something far greater than judgment to be cast into Hell. A sickness that Heaven refuses to speak upon, such bloodthirsty warriors conditioned to feel nothing but rage as that was the greatest piety they could offer their lord above.

These parties, as hypocritical as they were, began to simmer down year after year. The music began to fade, the drinks piled up untouched and merely forgotten about and the mood for such a celebration dwindled to just embers as opposed to it being such a bright fire.

For the Exorcists, they had no one but themselves. Such radical war machines that prided their service to the Lord above in unconventional ways. However they weren’t immune to the snide eyes and standoffish tones of their peers. Being looked at as abominations created by a failed experiment. They weren’t seen as equals, merely barbarians that had no sense of self, no real moral authority and no place in Heaven.

For The First Man… the days after the exterminations, once the thrill of the highlife had finally began to mean nothing to him, thats when his conscious caught and spoke of reparations and deep wounding cuts.

Adam would always find himself alone those days after now, surrounded by broken furniture, glass and anything he could get his hands on. Of course in Heaven, nothing was truly broken, everything he was dead set on destroying would slowly put itself back together, to which he would break it again and again and again. Spite, anger, jealousy. How can Heaven put back together a simple chair but refuse to fix his own mind?

It was almost like a cruel joke. This place showing him that it can but it won’t.

Adam would repeat this as many times as his hands would allow, screaming, clutching items as hard as he could, throwing an item at the wall and when that neglected to show any signs of damage he would throw himself into it. A wave of fists doing their damndest to break this cage he was in.

Punch

Punch

Punch

Snap-

His chest heaved, slowly up and down, stopping his movements when looking at the minor crack of the wall he got. But that too would soon recover, an upward arch of a crack that seemed to smile at him until it disappeared completely leaving him with golden bloody knuckles that stained his robes.

That too would disappear as he’s seen many times before.

Even the sweat that dripped from his back and cooled his skin when pressed against the wall would eventually disappear and make the fabric perfect once more. Adam finds himself sliding down the wall until he ends up in a sitting position. When looking back to his home, all he saw was everything back to its rightful spot. Repaired, new, untouched.

There wasn’t any use, why even try. It was easier to give up, give in. Slowly his body would slump over, one of his large golden wings flopped loosely over his upper body and stayed there like a blanket.

Tomorrow will be the same day, get up, go to work, be reprimanded by Sera, piss off Lute, look through the files of new Sinners, look at atrocities committed by the very people he started, blame himself, be blamed for it all, be yelled at for killing and he would do it all with a lousy indifference as if nothing could hurt him.

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$ OFGAIN is a private, selective, and mutuals-only multimuse RP + Ask blog, with the main muse being Mammon of course. This blog is entirely fandomless with no ties to any fandom and with original world-building of my own with various inspirations from demonology + other inspirations. You will mostly encounter Mammon, the embodiment of Greed, plus his daughter, Jacinth, and his various robotic jesters that work for him at his circus/ring of hell.

$ There will be DARK and or TRIGGERING subject matters here as well as NSFW material so no minors allowed (please be 18+ if you want to follow)! If there’s anything you need me to tag lemme know ASAP because I have no issues when it comes to tagging stuff. I just ask you don’t get upset with me if I forget now and then as it’s not my intention to forget but I’m usually pretty good at tagging things.

$ I’m OPOPAXAL/NIHILES! I’m 35 years young, FtM (He/They) and it’s nice to meet you.

$ SMALL DISCLAIMER: My Mammon was established and designed in 2020, a little after "Loo Loo Land" aired and before there was any reveal to how he would look like. While he initially started as a canon-divergent portrayal for the Helluva Boss show, he has since developed into my own character and is no longer tied to said show. I still RP him within the fandom despite there being a canon design for Mammon, since a good majority of my friends RP within that fandom, but he is in no shape or form that Mammon but my own. If you have a problem with him just because he's "skinny" or whatever, then please, do not follow me. I don't want people to bother me about him for whatever reason you might have. Don't like? Then just don't follow. Simple as that.

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A more Physical graph of khornate aspects and associations. Primarily intended to be used for Character Creation, since Khornate Characters can be pretty one-note despite having a pretty broad (and even contradictory) range of aspects that produce interesting combinations of characters. Hopefully, with this graph, some variety can be made.

The first ring of course of are common Khornate themes that almost all followers share.

The second are not as readily associated with Khorne as the first, but there is a case to be made for their inclusion.

And the third ring is for more tertiary traits, not seen readily and more case by case than the broad rules.

Might use this to create characters! + This.

Ring 1 ( d15) x 4

Ring 2 (d22) x 3