The CREST Of The Bird Site!

This is the cutest shit I have seen all year.

Texan deputy sheriff (`■ω■´)ゞ

The year is 2012. You log into your Onceler askblog, ask-helicopter-onceler. There's something in your inbox: "M!A you are an evil clone for 48 hours!" Oh boy, this sounds like fun! You send a message to ask-burger-king-fry-cook-onceler, who just happens to be Helicopter-ler's significant other. Since Heli's an evil clone for 48 hours, you make him drink all of Burger King-ler's Pepsi and call him a bitch. Burger King-ler's mod angrily confronts you in an OOC fanmail message calling you a bad friend because you didn't respond to their ask and because you spent more time with ask-fitnessgram-pacer-test-onceler and their mod. As a result Burger King-ler and Helicopter-ler break up over the Pepsi bitch incident and you draw the appropriate amounts of angsty fanart. You try to explain to Burger King-ler's mod that Tumblr ate the ask and you didn't see it, but they won't listen. You plan to try your best to make it up to Burger King-ler's mod while you and some other mutuals watch Youtube Poops on Tinychat later that night, but then you go to check Burger King-ler's blog to find that they've made their background black and made a post about how no one likes them and they're leaving the fandom forever. You see another message in your inbox. "M!A you are no longer an evil clone, but now you're a nubcat for three days!" Burger King-ler's mod comes back the next day as if nothing happened. Heli and Burger King get back together and Heli is suddenly pregnant with twins.

Dreamhack

I present the fusion Dirvus Xolide, the most cursed thing I’ve drawn.

A friend of mine combined Dirk and Marvus’ names so I had to draw them as a fusion character. Now we’re both developing him at the cost of our own sanity.

Delayed posting him cus I thought it was a character I would drop but I guess not… I made an eye reveal.

when you're just in a silly mood and decide to end the world "Ah, Eto...bleh"

Rewatched mark’s play though of blush blush, I laughed my ass of at how mark reacted when he saw Ichiban

teenage wedding

Dick is a rape survivor?! I have never heard about it! (I'm mostly into the Wonder Woman comics, so I don't know much about other things…) Could you elaborate, if it is not too much bother?

(In reference to this post.)

Nah, it’s no bother!

Technically, it’s actually happened twice, sadly enough.

The first time was in New Titans in the 90′s (after the comic had started really going off the rails, basically). One of Dick’s teammates at that time was a shape-shifter named Mirage, who took the form of Dick’s girlfriend Kory and impersonated her for a short period of time:

Dick (as seen here) didn’t find out about what had happened until days later, by which point he and the fake Kory had already slept together. 

Now, this is really stupid writing because I don’t believe for a second that Dick, who (a) had been with Kory for years at this point, and (b) is a detective trained by Batman, wouldn’t have picked up the difference or at least gotten suspicious. But be that as it may, the fact of the matter is that Dick thought he was sleeping with his girlfriend but was actually sleeping with someone else without his knowledge or consent, which makes this rape. 

And the way the comic handled this was… really freaking terrible, to be blunt. There was no acknowledgement that Dick was a victim here and had been taken advantage of, and Kory basically acted like he’d cheated on her:

Yikes. Oh, and Dick’s other teammate Pantha called him a “slut” for what had happened:

(Also note Mirage’s complete and utter lack of remorse for what she did. Jesus.)

So this storyline was basically one huge mess all around, notable for terrible writing of Dick, Kory, and basically every character involved, as well as Dick being victim-blamed and called a slut for having been raped. Lovely.

Unfortunately, the next time rape was brought up in Dick’s story wasn’t any better.

This was during Devin Grayson’s Nightwing run, in 2004. I think it’s the more well-known of these stories, and probably what most people are referring to when they talk about Dick having been raped.

To make a long story short, the villain Blockbuster was trying to destroy Dick’s life at that time, threatening to kill everyone he loved, and among other things had just burned down Haly’s Circus, so Dick was in a really bad place. Dick and a vigilante named Tarantula confronted Blockbuster, and Tarantula told Dick to step aside so she could kill Blockbuster, which he did.

Dick as overwhelmed with guilt about this and basically went into a huge freakout over it:

Then Tarantula comes up to “comfort” Dick, and this happens:

The original script of this scene referred to this as a rape, though Devin Grayson (the writer of the scene) subsequently made the controversial statement that “I’ve never used the word ‘rape,’ I just said it was nonconsensual.” (A nonsensical statement since the definition of rape is nonconsensual sex, but I suppose it made sense in her head.) It wasn’t until last year that she officially admitted it had been rape and apologized for how she’d handled the story, explaining that “I used a literal rape as a metaphorical nadir, and I know better. Or, at least, I should have known better and certainly do now.”

Which… you know, sure, whatever. I’m glad she admitted it was rape and apologized, although that interview is still full of some really problematic statements about Dick and Tarantula’s “relationship” and how it was apparently a betrayal of Barbara, so I’m not entirely sure Ms. Grayson has learned her lesson.

The bottom line is that while I’m not necessarily against using rape as a plot in comics, both of these stories are absolute debacles when it comes to handling such an important and sensitive issue. In both cases, the word “rape” is never used in-story, and Dick is never allowed to express the trauma he went through and work through it (the Tarantula story deals with his trauma over the death of Blockbuster and so on, but not specifically with the rape.) More troublingly still, in both cases Dick is implicitly or explicitly blamed for his own assault, instead of being acknowledged as the victim and supported.

This is why I take such a strong issue with the way Grayson portrays Dick being sexually violated (which is what it is when people take nude or partially-nude photos of you without your consent and then plan to steal your underwear) or sexualized without his consent as something that should be seen as funny, progressive, or empowering to women. That should never be okay in any case, but especially not when you look at the history of Dick’s character and the way he’s been both sexually assaulted and then victim-blamed for it.

Yandere!AU!Bro Strider x Reader

Diederik was a strange man, though you couldn't really be sure if he was stranger before or after you had broken that creepy little doll. 

It wasn't like it was on purpose, of course - the Strider household was filled with all sorts of puppets and dolls, among… Other things. An accident was bound to happen at some point.

Lil Cal, as Dierderik had referred to the doll as, was surprisingly fragile, your foot caving into his skull in a single misstep, far too quick for you to stop yourself. 

You recalled the raspy ringing in your ears (almost like screams) and the lights flickering after you had broken the puppet. When you removed the offending appendage from the hole in "Cal's" face, you could have sworn that it's big, blue eyes dimmed, as though the life had drained from it's eyes.

"Oops..." You had said on instinct, stomach sinking at your mistake, face heating up with embarrassment and worry.

"Oh shit," Dave cursed from beside you, his body going tense. The boy began pacing, pulling at his hair. 

Dave was a good kid. You were assigned to a sort of big sibling to him in the program you were in. Apparently, the kid needed a better role model in his life than the brother he already had. Dave acted aloof and stoic, too cool for school and everything else, too. You could tell that it was all an act, and that somewhere, deep inside, there was an anxious kid using it as a front so as to not confront his problems, or maybe to protect himself.

"I can just- I, I'll tell him that I broke it, that it was me-" Dave babbled, pacing furiously around the room.

You made to tell him to calm down - it was fine, it was your mistake, you'd take responsibility - but was cut off by a scream coming from the other room.

You and Dave rushed in to find Dave's older brother, "Bro," holding his head in both hands as he writhed and screamed in pain on the floor.

It had taken a good few minutes for you to calm the man down, to help soothe whatever had ailed him. Dave had stood in the doorway the whole time, simply watching.

When "Bro" had come to, he was a completely different man the one you had first met. Bro Strider was stoic and quick to the point, speaking in slow, drawled out sentences. He gave off an aura of… Something unknown, an enigma wrapped in a mystery. He didn't talk much - simple sentences and simple answers. Head nods and grunts of agreement. He carried a feeling of tension that made goosebumps pop up on your skin.

Diederik... Not so much.

Diederik was his real name, he had told you. His voice was barely above a whisper, as though he was afraid of getting caught, like he was doing something wrong. He had taken off his ridiculous sunglasses, revealing a pair of dark orange eyes. They darted about wildly, never quite staying in one place.

He hadn't been himself in a long, long time - at least, that's what he had said.

"It was Cal," he had told you, voice hushed and shaky. "It was always Cal. And- and when I figured it out, it was too late. It was too late. I… I was just a kid, I've never even lived my own life, I, I don't even remember… I didn't mean to… Dave, I-"

You had almost forgotten Dave was there. Just as you turned about to look at the younger boy, he vanished from the doorway. You were stuck, alone with Diederik Strider as you helped him through a panic attack, first of many.

---

You stay the night at their apartment, trying to tell yourself that it's for Dave's sake. You didn't want him to be left alone overnight with his brother in such a state.

Diederik is calmer the next morning, sitting you down to explain everything better. Like you, he hadn't gotten any sleep - with how jittery he was, you'd guess he'd crossed the line between tired to hyper. His knees bounce and his eyes dart around, his arms hugging his chest, trying to keep from shaking.

"I- I always had Lil Cal, even when I was a baby," He explained. "I… I was so stupid. I didn't even realize he was messing with my head 'til I was Dave's age.

It… It was terrifying. I would black out and wake up in different places. I didn't know what was going on. Nothing felt… Real anymore. And eventually, at some point, I just… Stopped waking up. There were flashes of things I remember, mostly of Dave. It was like… Dreaming. None of it felt real. But it is."

You gulped, leaning forward to rest a hand on the man's knee - only to retract it when he practically jumped out of his skin at the touch.

"That sounds really scary…" You speak slowly, choosing your words carefully.  "Maybe it's something you could bring up to a doctor?"

Diederik's body is visibly wracked by nervous shakes. "I know you don't believe me, I get it. But, it's true. Do… Do you know what it's like to be a prisoner in your own body? I… It's like, it's like I'm not even a real person. I never got to BE a person. I feel like I have no identity. I don't even remember half of my life, I never got to choose, I-... I was just… Just a puppet. I was no one.

...Un- until you…" He finished, so quietly you weren't sure he actually said it.

Your eyes roam over his face, and it's only then that you notice that those honey eyes aren't frantically darting about anymore. No, they were completely locked… On you. Panic stirred in your stomach. You didn't like the way his eyes shined as he looked at you, swirling with something better off left unknown or unsaid.

You attempt to to rise to your feet, already thinking of an excuse to finally leave - when a hand grasps your wrist. It's gentle, but you can almost feel the unused strength in Diederik's strength.

With his free hand, the man slowly took off his hat. He had a serious case of hat hair, and it was a lot wavy than you had expected.

"Please stay," The man croaked. "You and Dave are all I have. He likes you, and from what I remember, he has every right to hate me. He needs you."

You tried to wrench your hand away, but to no avail - his grasp on you is akin to silk rope bound to your hands, soft and gentle but tight like iron. 

This can't be happening.

"Please let me go." You squeaked out, feeling your stomach drop.

"I'm sorry," He said, eyes swirling with sadness and regret. "I… I need you. You saved me. I need you. I have to have you, please."

The man rose to his feet, pulling you into a hug. You squirmed and tried to fight him off, but his muscles alone were a clear indicator that he was far stronger than you.

"I can make this work," Diederik whispered. "I… I love you. And we can take care of Dave, together. And I can learn to be a person. You'll see. We'll be so happy… Finally happy…"

You weren't sure if he was talking to you or himself.