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[groovyfrog420]

"subtle hints"

part 1

part 2

[mblue-art]

hhappy pocky day 11/11!! here's some self-indulgence ft oreo man///

[magnetic-dogz]

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You know how it is when you're 14 and autistic

[chococookiez]

today on pics that go really hard

[thegreatcrowdragon]

Pure Vanilla getting so desperate that he asks what it’ll take to get Shadow Milk to stop yapping and he responds in complete seriousness with “make out with me”

[rindragon-from-twewy]

I walk up to a stage in front of a silent crowd. I tap the microphone to make sure it's on, clear my voice with a light cough and lean in to speak.

"In light of recent story development... Shadow Milk X Wind Archer"

The crowd boos. They throw garbage at me. I walk of stage dejected, sit down at my laptop and start writing fanfiction anyways. I will not be stopped <3

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2022: 28-Family

The Parisian class stuck together as they were taken hostage by one of Gotham City's rougues. They patiently waited for Batman and the others to rescue them. Lila had told them, for months, how she personally knew him. That she was a civilian aide for the Bats. The whole city knew who she was, but pretended like they didn't to give her a sense of normalcy. The class cheered as Red Hood and Red Robin swing in to rescue them. Many of them looked around, but they couldn't find Batman.

Bruce Wayne sighed as he walked out of the car to the crime scene. He had a board meeting he couldn't get out of and had sent two of his sons to help. Dick and Damian were stuck as civilians with the rogue. It wasn't until Commissioner Gordon called him that he was able to cancel the board meeting for a later date. He quickly explained that he had to pick up his sons' from an attack and the board could see it was an important matter.

Bruce saw Red Hood and Red Robin were talking to some of the officers. Dick and Damian were walking towards him and thankfully, looked unharmed. Bruce noticed a girl not far from them and sighed. He walked passed his two boys and grabbed her arm. He started pulling her towards the car.

Marinette started to struggle and tried to dig her heels into the ground as a stranger pulled her away from the class.

"Let me go!" Marinette shouted, trying harder to get away.

The class watched helplessly as Marinette was once again in a hostage situation. Many people turned to see what was going on. When they saw what was happening, some of them chuckled and went back to what they had been doing. Marinette noticed the car looming closer.

'I hope this works, Maman!'

Marinette quickly turned and grabbed the back of his suit jacket. She kicked the back of one of his knees and when she felt the man's knees buckle, she quickly used her weight as leverage and tossed him to the ground.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Marinette shouted, standing over him.

Bruce laid very still on the floor, confused. He could see the murky clouds and hear the lights from the sirens. It wasn't hard to notice the red and blue lights rotating in the sky. Dick and Damian rushed over to see what was going on.

"This psycho is trying to kidnap me!" Marinette shouted, pointing at the guy on the ground.

The Wayne brothers looked at her and then each other.

'Not again.'

"B, what were you doing?" Dick questioned.

"Trying to take you sister home." Bruce replied, "How hard did I hit my head? Your sister sounds like she's speaking a different language."

The eldest son laughed. The youngest sighed.

"Miss." Damian began.

Marinette glared at him.

"I apologize for my father." Damian spoke, "He is extremely tired. He's had a long couple of nights this past few weeks and early mornings the next day. The man next to me is one of my adopted siblings; they all have dark hair and blue eyes. He thought you one of his adopted children. He thought you were our sister."

Marinette looked at him in shock.

"I-I have parents!" she cried out, "I don't know him! Is that how he got all his other kids, just took them off the streets?"

Damian smirked, " Sometimes. Although, I doubt they minded when Bruce Wayne asked if he could take them home to live in our manor." as Dick picked up their father and dragged him to the car.

Marinette turned red and stammered, "Br-Bruce Wayne?"

Damian gently grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on it, "Damian Wayne."

Mari wasn't sure if she was turning a new shade of red.

"Oh no! I'm going to get out class sent home" She shouted, "We're the class he sponsored from Paris!"

The Wayne heir chuckled, "I can assure you, you have nothing to worry about. Our father will likely be the one apologizing to you. Too many late nights and too many board meeting make for a disastrous combination. We'll be making sure he is well rested. I'm sure we'll meet again, Miss Dupain-Cheng."

Damian strode over to the car and the Waynes took off.

Marinette collapsed on the ground, as her legs gave way.

"Give her some air!" GCPD shouted, escorting people farther away from her.

Gordon chuckled, "Never thought I'd ever see him that tired."

Marinette looked up to the older officer, "Does that happen often?"

"Him claiming kids?" He asked, "I think he has eleven, now, but only a few of them are adopted. My daughter goes to his place, too. She use to date one of his sons; now they're friends."

"Oh." Marinette whispered.

"But, his kid is right." Officer Gordon commented, "Usually the adopted ones have dark hair and blue eyes."

'Weird.'

"I think it's just because they remind him of himself." the commissioner continued, "As you can tell, Damian gets his skin tone and eyes from his mother. Other then that, Kid is the spitting image of his Father at that age. Weird to see him grown up a second time."

Marinette looked at him curiously, "How long have you known Mr. Wayne?"

Gordon frowned, "Almost his whole life. I was one of the officers who responded to his parents' murder. Happened tight in front of his, as a child."

'He's building his own family.'

"If I see him again, I'll make sure to decline his request." Mari smiled, "As nice as it sounds, I have my own parents in Paris."

Commissioner Gordon offered her his hand and helped her up. He decide it was best that he personally took her back to her class. It might also keep the media vultures at bay.

"I apologize about the confusion." Gordon chuckled, "He's just a tired man, who thought he was takign his daughter home. His sons will sort him out and make sure he sleep. I have no doubt about that."

The moment she reached the class, Adiren hugged her.

"Are you okay?" He shouted.

Alix shoved him away, "Forget that! She flipped him!"

"Yeah!" Nino shouted, "How'd you do that?"

"Maman." Mari answered

Her friends winced.

"Makes sense." They all commented.

Marinette saw that the commissioner looked confused, "My mother taught me."

"Ah." he smiled, "Have a good rest of the night."

Adrien, Kim, Alix, Max, Juleka, Nathaniel, Nino, and Chloe quickly checked over her.

"I'm okay." Marinette smiled.

Chloe's smile quickly turned into a frown, "It's ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous for you to get kidnapped!"

"I'm not the one who wanted to come to the most crime ridden city in the United States." Marinette commented.

Her group of friends glared at Lila and the others.

"That's right!" Kim snarled.

"It's their fault Marinette almost got kidnapped!" Ali screamed, pointing fingers at them.

"We said we should read up on the Rouges." Nino claimed.

"I believe many cities were offered up as alternatives." Max stated.

"Metropolis." Nino called out.

"Los Angeles." Nathaniel pouted.

"Star City!" Adrien whined.

"But no." Chloe rolled her eyes, "Liar Rossi knows Batman."

"He saved us!" Alya retaliated.

"No, Red Hood and Red Robin saved us!" Adrien exclaimed.

"Batman wasn't here to assist us." Max announced, "He did not appear before us and he did not speak to Lila in any way or form. He isn't even here at this scene. Surely he would have spoke to his civilian aide, if she is that well known by the city."

"Neither was Nightwing or Robin." huffed Nino.

"Or Black Bat." Juleka declared.

"Or Signal." pouted Kim.

"Or BatGirl!" declared Alix.

The rest of the class shifted uncomfortably as the other group made sense, yet again. It was only by one vote that they had decide upon Gotham and now they were coming to regret it.

Bruce Wayne blinked his eyes open and looked around the room.

'I'm home. I don't remember coming hime. How did I get here? Maybe Alfred or the boys know.'

Bruce got dressed for the day and descended to the dining hall for breakfast.

"Sir, I am going to tell you that you are banned from accessing the batcave and patrol for the next week." Alfred announced, "You require a large amount of rest."

'Am I sick? I don't feel sick.'

Bruce looked around the table to see his eldest boys snickering. Damian on the other hand was glaring at him.

'So not sick.'

"What-" he began to ask.

Damian slammed his phone down in front of his father and pressed play. Bruce watched as he grabbed a young girl's arm and attempted to drag her with him. They appeared to be at a crime scene. When they got close to the car, she grabbed his arm and flipped him onto his back.

'Well, that explains why my head hurts. Not a concussion, but close enough. Also explains why it looks like Damian is about to grab one of his katanas.'

"I don't remember this." Bruce stated.

"You were too tired." Tim chuckled, "You always go on and on about how I need to sleep. Looks like your sleep demon finally caught up with you."

"You claimed you were taking 'our sister' home." Dick smiled, "You claimed you must have hit your head because she wasn't speaking English."

Bruce groaned.

Damian grabbed his phone and sneered, "I had to explain you were nothing more than a sleep deprived buffoon and who you were. She's a foreigner; she's part of the class trip that you sponsored!"

Alfred set down a cup of coffee, a thermos, and some asprin in front of Bruce.

"Do becareful not to adopt anymore children today, Sir." Alfred stated, leaving the room.

As Bruce left the room, Jason called out, "So how are we placing the bet? Two hours until we have a new sister?"

'It's gonna be a long day.'

Bruce gulped as he noticed the class in the lobby of Wayne Enterprise. He took a breath and walked towards them. He could tell some people recognized him from the other night, by their warily glances.

Bruce cleared his throat, "Um, I'm told I tried to take someone home with me?"

Marinette peeked though and smiled. She moved through the class and held a box out in front of her.

"These are for you." She smiled, "Damian and Mr. Gordon explained how hard you work, Mr. Wayne."

The class froze and Lila backed up a bit.

"I often work too hard and the days blur together so I know what that's like." Marinette continued, "These are caramel and pretzel cookies. Damian said they were your favorite, after asking Alfred."

Bruce remained speechless.

"I'm sorry." Marinette frowned, "I do have to turn down your offer. I love my parents and they are in Paris. I'll be returning to them once the trip is over."

Bruce nodded, "Of course. I apologize again Miss Dupain-Cheng. Is there any way to make up this misunderstanding?"

"Just....accept the cookies?" Marinette replied, holding out the box again.

He smiled and took the box, "I hope the rest of your trip is enjoyable."

After Bruce walked away, her friends surrounded her.

"They guy who tried to kidnap you was Bruce Wayne?" Chloe shouted, "Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous!"

Marinette blushed, "Yeah. His son told me he was sleep deprived and the office said his adopted kids had dark hair and blue eyes. I just sorta fit in."

"Yes, it is quite the coincidence, but 100% accurate. The three boys he adopted were all of different nationalities, but the common look they all had was dark hair and blue eyes. His biological son resembles him tremendously, but has green eyes." Max declared.

"My parents probably would have packed my bags and handed me over." Nino chuckled.

Adrien laughed, "So would Father."

"You sure you don't want to change your mind?" Alix asked, "You could run after him."

Mari laughed, "No. I'm good."

Bruce smiled as the elevator dinged, to take him to his office floor.

Bruce took the box to this office and set it on his desk. He opened the box and saw an envelope placed on top of the sweets. He took out the envelope and a cookie. He placed the cookie in his mouth and smiled at the taste.

Hello, Mr. Wayne.

I'm sorry about the trouble for yesterday. I thought you should know that you should look into a student in the class named Layla Rossi. She prefers to go by Lila. She has been claiming to have connections to you and your family, that she knows Batman's identity, and various other claims.

I've already spoken to her and I've tried to get her to see the error of her ways, but she doesn't care. She claims to only be telling people what they want to hear. I'm sure you don't wish to hear about some random girl growing up with you. There should be a USB in the envelope; inside details all the lies and a list of what Lila has done. It will also tell you where to find proof and who you should contact.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Bruce inserted the USB into his laptop and brought everything up.

'She was right. It's very detailed. It was as if Tim had found everything for her.'

Bruce thought back to the smile she had given him as she turned down his gratitude.

'Smart and hides behind a smile. Much like how he portrays himself in front of the board and media.'

Bruce quickly picked pup his phone and dialed Damian.

"What?" Damian questioned.

"You are your mother's only child, right?" Bruce asked.

"Yes, why?" Damian asked, concerned, "What has Mother done this time?"

"Nothing." his father answered before hanging up.

'Well, Damian has no knowledge of her. Was this to convince me not to adopt her? If so, it wasn't working. Does she know I'm Batman?'

Bruce brought up the background check on her. Her parents were both alive and well. Her father was French-Italian and her mother was Chinese. Neither of them had contact with Talia or the League.

'Not adoptable, but she would be a good addition to the family or Wayne Enterprise. Damian talked to her the other day. He was even defensive of her at breakfast.'

Bruce picked up the phone and redialed his son.

"What now?" demanded Damian.

"Ask out Marinette Dupain-Cheng!" his father shouted.

Damian remained silent for over a minute, "Father."

"Win her over!" Bruce commanded.

The Wayne heir sighed, "You can't adopt her so you wish for me to persuade her through marriage."

"Yes." Bruce smiled.

Damian hung up the call. Bruce knew it was a long shot, but all his other kids were too old for Ms. Dupain-Cheng. When he got word that the class was leaving, he rushed downstairs to apologize once more. Imagine his surprise when he found Damian, dressed in a suit, speaking to Marinette and kissing her hand. She was even smiling at his son! Bruce watched as Damian led her away and out of the building.

'Damian listened to me!'

He was so letting Damian get another pet!

Marinette sat across from Damian at a small café, nearby.

"I had an interesting conversation with Father during lunch." Damian spoke.

"Oh?" she probed.

Damian smirked, "My father suggested I ask you out on a date because it was illegal to adopt you."

Marinette laughed, "When do you plan on introducing me as your girlfriend? We've been together for two years."

"I'll let him think it was his idea, for now." the Wayne heir answered, making his girlfriend giggle.

"I do wonder what you did to my father." he spoke up.

"Huh?" Marinette asked.

"He questioned if I had a sibling." Damian replied.

Mari smiled, "Oh, I gave him all of my data on the liar and fed him a type of cookie with Dupain-Cheng flair that you told me he liked.

"Smart. Can cook. Wayne looks." Damian began to list off, "We best be careful, Habibiti. I fear Father will push for a proposal, after four months, if I don't scare you away."

"Oh no." Marinette sarcastically declared, "What ever shall we do?"

"Do you think Alfred or Father would faint first, if I introduced you as my fiancée instead of my girlfriend?" Damian questioned.

"Neither." Marinette spoke, "After everything you've told me about them. I'm guessing Todd."

Damian chuckled.

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[captaincrungus]

brat + joyride

[undeadvinyls]

last thing im posting before im off working on my art trades! :] another cookie girl, huh? meet mulberry cookie, or mully for short!

[currentlyonstandbi]

okay so we know canonically that pete is a pretty decent cook (not withstanding the dumpling fiasco) and i like to think that it extends to baking too because 1. baking is just chemistry of course and 2. i like to project

which in turn led to me thinking about pete who picks up his love for being in the kitchen when he's younger, maybe as a way for him and may to spend more time together after losing ben ?

except now all i'm thinking about is high school era pete who cannot convey his feelings towards harry adequately in words and instead keeps presenting him with baked goods lmao

manifesting this type of simp energy

[brandwhorestarscream]

Reincarnation AU

Poor Mom of Triplets Rodimus so Exhausted. Luckly the Lost Lighters have heard the phrase "It takes a vilage to raise a child." Suprisingly Whirl is up there in compatition for most beloved uncle with Drift. Seriously who knew the Psychocopter was really good with bitties.

It's probably a good thing since Roddy wasn't the only one to fall to the Reincarnation shenanigans. He was merely the first. When Drift, Ratchet and Megatron all fall pregnant the call back to Cybetrton reveals Optimus, Starscream, and Prowl are all greatly gravid.

[Meanwhile somewhere off stage Tarn is feeling Things™️. He kept his array pure for Lord Megatron The Cause. And somehow he is experiencing the mechpreg.]

He's having such a hard time lmao. Even tho the crew adores the bitties and are always happy to help out their captain, they're still very young and can't really be away from their carrier for too long. Offers to babysit last perhaps a megacycle, tops, before the bitties get squirmy and cranky and their tiny sparks begin reaching for their maternal bond, and Rodimus has to hurry back to them

Funny enough, he actually gets the most rest when he's not by himself: though he trusts Drift and Ratchet completely with the triplets, and go an extent Ultra Magnus as well, Roddy struggles to actually relax when he's alone in his habsuite or office and his kiddos are elsewhere. It's like a reflex he can't control: whenever his sparklings are out of sight it's like a switch just flips in his mind. His thoughts swirl around them, always insistently pulled away from whatever he's supposed to be doing. Wondering if they're alright, if they're hungry, or if Pinky is getting anxious without him like he tends to, or if Maroon was still trying to choke himself by sucking on his own fingers. What if they miss him, what if they're too much for their sitters to handle, what if they think he's abandoned them, what if they trip and fall and hurt themselves and he's not there to make sure they're ok?! What if something terrible happens, like what if they fall down the stairs and break their cranial casing? What if there's another psychotic sociopath hiding aboard somewhere that takes his sparklings hostage when he's not there to protect them?! What if they get attacked by space pirates?! What if they DIE?! Of they die it'll he all his fault and he's the worst mom ever and-

On and on it goes. Whenever the exhausted carrier tries to nap by himself, his thoughts just spiral and throw him headfirst into a fit of anxiety. Rodimus has some of the worst imposter syndrome we've ever seen, and i think that would carry over to how he sees himself as a parent: he has no idea what he's doing and he loves these sparklings more than life itself; the only thing he wants, more than anything, is to do right by them. To give them the life they deserve, to be the mother they deserve. He's scared to death about raising them, honestly, so afraid to make a mistake and ruin their lives. He'd never forgive himself if he let them be hurt or, worse, if he hurt them. Having them out of sight exacerbates his anxieties, because he can't possibly know exactly what they're getting up to.

And because of all that, exhausted mama Rodimus gets his best sleep either on his berth with the three ragamuffins puppy piled on top of him, or in common areas when someone else can keep the kiddos occupied and he can keep an eye on them. Knowing they're safe and right in front of him but also knowing that he's not the only pair of adult hands available, the combination let's his body finally relax and he is out. Either helm down on the table or crashing onto the nearest shoulder, Rodimus drops into such a deep recharge so fast the first few times it happened the crew worried he had actually fainted. And when I say out I mean out, face completely limp in exhaustion, mouth open, and snoring. Everyone in the vicinity is happy to let him recharge, Primus knows he needs it. Drift makes sure to get him a blanket, and it's not long before the triplets are lured in by the warm softness and their mother's form, getting all comfy in the little blankie nest at his side 🤭

Sorry, that Rodimus part went on waaay longer than I expected it to, I just love him sm ok 🥺

BUT HOO BOY THE NEXT ONE

Ratchet and Drift and Megatron all at roughly the same time? Damn. I feel like idw Megatron would be quietly horrified because, in his (probably correct honestly I love him but I shouldnt lie) opinion, he is not fit to be a carrier. Ratchet is crabby with Drift when he finds out, grumbling about outdated contraceptives and overly affectionate conjunx, until he's able to actually do a paternity test at Rodimus's prompting. His babies don't have a sire, so maybe...?

Ratchet is surprised and suspicious when the same turns up for him. Once is a random occurrence, twice is a coincidence, thrice makes a pattern. For the three of them to all turn up carrying at roughly the same time was already very unlikely, but for two out of the four pregnancies onboard to be asexually conceived... the chances of that happening randomly is astronomically small. He pulls Drift in for the same test, and wouldn't you know it? No sire. Same story with Megatron. When they get in contact with Cybertron, he finds they're all thankfully on the same page. Starscream had pegged it as incredibly statistically unlikely, though he hadn't had paternity tests performed to determine the lack of a sire. It's almost surreal, once said tests are done, hearing that every single one of them is expecting what is, essentially, a naturally occurring little clone of themselves.

Final closing thoughts because I've rambled enough: I'm still incredibly amused by the idea Tarn in labor, high as a kite from the epidural, tell Nickel, "Nooo don't touch my seal, that's for Lord Megatron" 😂 poor Tarn man, saved himself for all these years, only to get slapped with virgin mary syndrome and BOOM, magic baby. He gets all the pains of childbirth without even experiencing the act of conceiving the baby in the first place. Press F

[nebularious]

Tfw your boyfriend fucked around and found out

[foreverxdaydreaming]

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[ekat-fandom-blog]

Ok, but in a world where Timothy Jackson Drake never existed, "Drake" would be a great hero/vigilante moniker for him to go by.

"But, EKat," you ask. "How would Tim be a hero/vigilante if he never existed?"

My reply, my dear reader, is Dimension Travel!

You see, in a world without a Tim, Tim would have the perfect opportunity to use the moniker "Drake" (aka his last name) to honor his deceased parents. "Wouldn't his last name be Drake still?" I don't see why he wouldn't just use Alvin Draper or drop "Drake" from his name and use "Wayne" or "Jackson" as his last name instead.

He wouldn't want to call himself "Tim Drake" because it could call attention to the fact that he looks oddly similar to Jack or Janet Drake (fuck the comics that make him look weirdly dissimilar to his parents) and wouldn't it be awkward to look at your parents and be like "hi, I'm your son that you never actually had because I'm from an alternate universe. Also, you both are dead in my universe."? And if they aren't together that would bring up a whole other slew of issues that Tim wouldn't want to deal with ever.

Calling himself a "Wayne" could end up getting Batman's attention faster. Which could be great as long as it's not one of the worlds where Batman is evil. It could also be bad because it's Batman. Also, depending on who's working with him, things could end up becoming a whole mess that could have been avoided by just Not using the Wayne name.

Jackson would make sense because Jackson. He is Jack's son. It would work really well with the "honoring his parents" thing. Although I'm a firm believer of Tim not having a favorite parent, so he'd want to do something to even out the fact that he'd be honoring his dad twice and his mom only once. He would absolutely make a new cover called "Janice" (he's got another cover identity that's a woman so it makes sense. also, don't ask me about last names for this identity, i didn't put that much thought into it. someone else should absolutely do that though.)

As for Alvin Draper, Tim using his cover identity makes sense in a scenario where he's been assuming that there's already a Tim in the new universe and he doesn't want the entirety of Gotham to catch on - just family. By the time he's figured out that there's no Tim in the new universe, he might have just committed to using the name for Reasons™.

Anyways! Have a lovely day!

[cinnamonisclown]

[lilacthebooklover]

Well, 17 again! Maybe smth PV related :O

Thanks for participating in this ask game! Here, have a writing extract

17) From an unfinished WIP

Tagging @ybnavibeswithbats1122 since this is both part of a writing request of theirs and because they requested 17 previously! :D

Pure Vanilla Cookie was having trouble sleeping. It was not an overabundance of energy keeping him from the throes of slumber; quite the opposite, in fact. Exhaustion weighed on both his body and mind more heavily than it had done in a long while, yet something deep within him simply refused to let him rest. Restlessness stirred in his aching joints, a sense of prickling unease burdening his mind persistently. The Beasts had been locked away once more, and Dark Enchantress Cookie had yet to approach the Silver Tree- by all means, the period of planning they were going through just then should have provided the perfect source of respite. And yet, whenever he finally did manage to drift off into oblivion, his dreams were consistently plagued by all the awful memories he had acquired during Shadow Milk's brief escape into the Faerie Kingdom. Pure Vanilla had never been one to shame another for experiencing nightmares: he understood the effect that trauma had on one's psyche, and was hardly going to belittle a cookie for something far beyond their control. Unfortunately for him, however, it appeared that his mind was quite adamant on upholding the image he had created thus far of the unfaltering Hero he had upheld for years. It was up to him to be a light in the current period of darkness they all were facing, a strong pillar of support that the younger cookies could lean on when overwhelmed by the gravity of the task before them. Pure Vanilla didn't dare approach White Lily about his troubles, not when they were already on rocky ground and she had enough to concern herself with as it was. Hollyberry, Dark Cacao and Golden Cheese had yet to arrive from Crispia, and his only other potential confidants were children, so Pure Vanilla thought it best to keep to himself. A few nightmares were hardly the end of the world, after all. He was quite certain that he was overdramatising the matter entirely. What he saw in his dreams could not hurt him, no matter how often it resulted in him jolting awake while the moon still shone above them. Pure Vanilla Cookie was as safe as he could be just then, and he was positive that there was nothing to worry about in the slightest.