#[ LOOK AT HIM HE'S SO WHOLESOME ]

[hkthatgffan]

ALEX PLEASE! I CAN'T TAKE HANDLE THIS MUCH BABY BILL CONTENT IN ONE YEAR! 😭🥺

"These horrible wretched babies birthed from the pen of Emmy Cicierega."

[gunstellations]

boop! 💙🤍

[gothamite-rambler]

Gotham citizens are kind of used to the whole child sidekick with Batman

A brunette on-the-scene reporter named Angela held the microphone slightly higher for the six-footed Bat-wearing hero to speak into.

Angela (inquisitive reporter voice): Batman, what do you have to say to those who find it odd and concerning that you have a child sidekick?

Batman glanced down at his Robin, a ten-year-old Dick Grayson in his Robin suit, then back at the reporter then at the camera.

He sighed, covering his eyes because this was becoming annoying to deal with when his son/sidekick has been that for two years. Why did they find it odd that a child could fight well.

Robin beamed sweetly, his head peeking up next to Batman's imposing figure.

Robin!Dick (chipper greeting): My name's Robin, by the way. I can do flips and tricks!

Angela (sweetly): You sure can, kiddo. Batman, inquiring minds would like to know.

Batman (deadpan as he looked at his son): Robin, how do you feel about being my partner, or sidekick, who just happens to be a child?

Robin!Dick (sweetly, high-pitched): It’s fun! I like fighting with him. Tonight, I bit the arm of a guy who was going to hurt a child! Batman is a... um... neat man. Yes! Plus, we’re getting McDonald’s afterwards!

Batman (confused): I never said we were.

Robin!Dick (mischievous grin as he swayed back and forth): I’ll cry if you don’t.

Batman let out a heavy sigh and shook his head at the small whirlwind beside him. He knew Robin would hold him to that promise, and he was already dealing with a lot on his plate.

Angela (sympathetic tone): Yeah, I have a four-year-old at home; I get it.

Batman (exasperated): Can we leave now?

Angela: Yes, I think you gave a decent answer and I wish you the best as a parent. Have a good night, heroes.

Batman (flatly): Yep, Robin, come on.

Robin!Dick (holding up his arms): Carry me, please! I’m too sleepy to walk.

Cameraman: Aww.

Robin opened and closed his hands, eagerly waiting to be picked up, fully aware he was milking the moment for every second it was worth.

Batman (annoyed): Don’t fall for that; he’s tricking you with his cuteness.

Despite his annoyance, he picked up Robin and carried him back to the car, the little boy hugging him tightly as they walked off. Angela giggled and then turned back to the camera.

Angela: And there you have it! While I find the duo an odd pairing, it’s a sweet father-son team-up. I’m Angela Ito reporting live from Gotham. Back to Chip and Lily in the studio.

The camera cut to a white man with blonde hair and a black woman with black hair, both unable to hide their amusement at the interaction. Lily even covered her face with a sheet of paper while laughing.

Chip (raising his eyebrow with a smile): That’s a cute kid, but did he just say he bit a child abuser?

Lily (still laughing): Yeah, yeah! Oh my goodness, this is so dang weird, but I love it. I love it so much!

[madbard]

Headcanon that Dust absolutely resents how much he resembles Classic. There are elements of this back in Dusttale, with how Dust prefers to hide his face and identity while building his LV, but this is more out of practicality (and even shame) than anything else. He doesn’t want his victims to recognize him because it’ll make it harder for him to sneak up on people, and a part of him really doesn’t want them to know that he was the one who killed him. The longer this goes on, the more his disguise transforms from a way of hiding his shame to a way of distancing himself from who he used to be. Sans would never kill all those people, but he isn’t Sans anymore. He’s not really a person anymore, he is the act of murder itself. He is Dust.

I think this would get way worse when Dust leaves his AU and enters the multiverse though, because right off the bat he encounters murderers, just like him… who don’t look innocent. Horror, Killer and even Cross are set completely apart from who they used to be. They are scarred and twisted and nightmarish. Looking at them doesn’t trigger memories of a happier, innocent past. They have renamed themselves, taken on a new identity - but for them, this change was physical as well. No one will ever mistake them for Sans.

So Dust wears his hood. He hides his face. He keeps his magic burning constantly, because if he stops his eyes will darken and there will be nothing setting him apart from the monster who died, years ago, the first time a knife ripped through his chest. The others realize it, too… Horror probably wouldn’t care either way. Cross would understand the desire to distance oneself from an old identity, but would ultimately be in a similar boat as Horror. Killer would bring this up to taunt Dust once he realized it bothered him - and would quickly get bored with it. Ultimately, the others would just accept Dust’s refusal to show his face, his hatred of his own voice and reflection, as part of who he is.

I like to imagine that one day, the gang get into a serious combat. It’s vicious and close; both sides are bloody and exhausted by the time it’s over. If one side wins, it’s by a hair, and not much of a victory. In the dazed silence following the battle, Nightmare slowly assesses each of his acolytes, ensuring that they are still alive and intact. When he reaches Dust, he pauses. The assassin is bloodied, slumped over. His HP is steady but low; he’s taken a lot of hits - more than most monsters would have been able to survive. His hand vanishes beneath his hood, carefully inspecting his face. That night, back at the castle, Dust steps in front of a mirror. He takes a deep breath and, for the first time in years, removes his hood to look his reflection in the eye. The combat left deep wounds across his face, injuries that would never heal completely, that would leave him permanently scarred.

Dust looks at his battered reflection and smiles.

[peatchoune]

(5/?) I have this one headcanon that xiao has a mechanical left arm 🦾

[rox-of-iu]

ive been afflicted with weird priest in brain disease

[miles-edgewords]

today was my rescue cat’s first time seeing our christmas tree while feeling safe enough to process what he was seeing—he keeps coming back to it so he can watch the colorful lights

❤️💚❤️💚

[daguerreotyping]

Cabinet card of a well-groomed young man and his equally dapper dog, c. 1890s

[borvooven]

Father Mulcahy when he's mad:

I am incensed😠 I am outraged😠 I am acrimonious😠☝️ I am persuaded to violence😠🦵

[feraltwinkseb]

October 22, 2023 - Austin, Texas Source: David Buono/Icon Sportswire via Getty Images & CHANDAN KHANNA/AFP via Getty Images

[wikitpowers]

i think some of ya'll forget that a school uniform is mandatory in most uk schools and if kit goes to mundane high school then.... HE PROBABLY WEARS A BLAZER AND TIE LIKE SORRY THAT’S SO-🫣

[greatestmeepboie]

Important question y'all, do you like Ta'Thri's plushie

Baby yautjas are so cute to me. Like you're telling me these creatures grow up to be ruthless hunters?? Okay I guess but like LOOK AT THE BABY !!!!!!!

[moltage]

''There are few constants in this crazy world of ours, Marlene. But there is one certainty on which we can always rely...  Skipper can take care of himself.''

seeing just how much his men trust him makes me want to cry. no matter what happens they never doubt him. they're in trouble? no problem, skipper will show up. skipper's off to a dangerous solo mission? worry not, he can handle himself and he is to return safely soon.

if anything were to happen to one of them their leader wouldn't hold back, and they know it. 🥹

[deiaiko]

#22.7 Lunch

Grace had led their guests to the cafeteria, where rows of dishes had been arranged and carefully prepared.

His team took the initiative to make a buffet where each of them cooked a few dishes for their guests and served them anonymously, though that led to a wide range of food, from modified instant noodles to expensive roasted meat. At least there was variety, and hopefully it could cover everyone's preferences.

Grace had given a short speech to thank everyone for participating in the game, and to welcome them to enjoy the buffet. Though the atmosphere was a little awkward with half of the team away to accompany Agni.

At first, the princesses looked at the food warily. But after an explanation from Grace, and after Dan and Gyetang ate their portions to prove them safe, they were finally willing to get their servings.

They gathered together around the long table specifically prepared for this occasion, enough for everyone present. Currently, it was only occupied by Endorsi, Anaak, Hatz, Gyetang, Dan, and Grace himself. Laure was left to sleep on the sofa by the window. Hopefully, he wouldn't be forgotten later on.

It seemed like Gyetang and Dan were having the time of their lives just by talking to Endorsi, and Grace really appreciated that she took the time to indulge his team.

Anaak definitely looked like she would rather be anywhere else but there, but Grace believed that she also found the situation amusing. Especially when Endorsi looked like she wanted to throw hands at her fanboys.

In contrast, Hatz had been eating his lunch quietly. Only speaking if he had to, and only after his mouth was empty. The scene reminded Grace exactly of how it played out all those years ago on the second floor. He felt nostalgic.

Grace obviously didn't want to miss the opportunity to get to know everyone, and began asking questions on mundane things, like their favorite foods, favorite activities, recommended places they would like to revisit, why they were climbing the tower, some fond memories of their past…and so on.

Of course, questions were also thrown his way. He tried to answer it as best as he could, but he avoided telling anything that concerned his past. It was still a sensitive topic to get through, even between him and Agni. He only hoped this wouldn't lead them to think that he was cold.

The elevator behind him let out a soft chime. He turned around to look and beamed when he noticed Agni and Novick. Though he wished the others had tagged along as well.

Novick went to get his servings, Agni only spared Novick a glance before making his way to the empty seat next to Grace.

"Isu and Bam said they'll wait for Ran," Agni informed as a greeting. "I've told them where to find us."

The conversations afterward were mostly led by Endorsi and Agni. Not the friendliest exchange, unsurprisingly. It was more like a business deal with some sarcasm, but it kept the room alive.

Soon Novick joined them, sitting near Dan and Gyetang. Endorsi scanned him once and looked pleased when Novick didn't give her as much of a reaction.

Between the banter, Grace noticed that Agni was sitting quite stiffly. He did a check on him earlier after the game ended, so he knew what was wrong. It was the usual cold and ache that Agni had gotten used to. The game earlier and the days of preparation beforehand definitely had put a lot of strain on him. Was that why he didn't get food along with Novick? What could he do to help in this circumstance?

After a few moments of pondering, Grace downed his glass of water and turned to Agni. "Do you want to eat anything in particular? I'm going to get refills, so might as well."

"Well…Okay." Agni gave him a brief smile, and glanced at the buffet table. "Is there any warm soup?"

Grace had the urge to tuck Agni under a warm blanket and tell him to take it easy for the day. Alas, they need to host for the occasion today, so that wouldn't do. He pushed the thought away and recalled the menu they had prepared. "We have rawon."

Agni raised his eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes." Grace grinned. He knew Agni wouldn't say no to that.

"Can you get me the meat and soup only?"

"Of course. With tea?"

"Yes. Thank you."

And so Grace went to the buffet table and prepared Agni's order. A medium bowl, some chunks of meat, and then soup. A cold water refill for his own glass. And lastly a steaming cup of tea with an extra spoonful of honey. 

As he was stirring the drink, Rak and Khun joined him to get some food. Seeing them together, still bickering, made his heart swell. It almost felt like he was reliving the past. Which he kind of was doing, in a way.

Khun examined each of the menus, holding up a spoon indecisively. "Which one did Bam cook?"

Grace smiled and put his pointer finger on his lips. "It's a secret."

"It's just food, what's the big deal?"

"Exactly," Grace winked. "Does it matter who made which?"

Khun raised an eyebrow, challenging him. "It matters to me."

A chuckle escaped his throat. Has Khun always been this sappy? That was cute. But Khun should have tried better if he wanted to get that information from him. Definitely not with that attitude. "Just get some of each, then it’s guaranteed that you'll get Bam's in the mix."

"Best turtle is right!" Rak laughed, with his plate already filled to the brim. "I'm trying everything regardless! They all smell good!"

"See? Rak gets it." Grace laughed as he summoned his lighthouse to place Agni's order on. Truly, Rak was the best. His heart unhelpfully ached at the thought. He needed to think of something else. "Are Isu and Bam still with Ran?"

"Yep," Rak was the one who answered, since Khun was purposely ignoring him. 

Grace felt his chest squeeze at the realization. Maybe he should've told Khun the answer he wanted to hear? But that would be against the rules that his team had agreed on. Khun had always been cold to him anyway, though the silent treatment was new.

Grace didn't know where he went wrong the first time, and this one seemed to be too petty to get mad for. Maybe he was just overthinking it.

Don't mind, don't mind. He told himself as he focused back on the task at hand. He had kept Agni waiting long enough. He should get back to him while the meal was still warm.

Grace took notice of Khun taking several servings of food. He was probably going back to the medbay. So Grace turned to Rak and asked, "Care to join me here, Rak?"

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[merry-andrews]

Johnny/Kenshi but there never was a Mortal Kombat, Johnny just met him at one of his travels to Japan and now they're married, on a honeymoon. Soft morning with Kenshi kissing top of his head and caressing his body when Johnny lifts his head to ask why Kenshi keeps him around only to be answered; "darling, I wanted to have you all for myself like a cute little pet from the first time we met."

[quirkle2]

suncaster warriors :)

[please don't tag as LU] ; character info under the cut

goes by wars and captain

24, 5'7"

he/him

demifluix and ace

kind and caring and silly (so silly)

heart of gold

a bit of a workaholic

has to have 1 hug every day or he will Die

in a qpr with legend <3

fights with a sword and shield

excellent leader, excels in fighting against crowds

FAST

banned from his era

dark world form is a silver ferret