#ANYWAY THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE

[hearttodevour]

the puppet is lying in a heap when the marionettist takes hold of its control.

the wires straighten as she pulls, running up to pulleys in the ceiling and back down. with fluid, almost human movements, the puppet stands up, hands clasped in front of it, facing its mistress.

"hello, pretty thing," she purrs. the puppet curtsies as the marionettist's deft fingers play its strings. it is a pretty thing, painted and lacquered wood in a short, frilly dress. its flawless face is fixed into the image of a serene expression.

"I'm feeling lonely. wouldn't you keep me company?" she steps closer to the puppet, and lifts up its chin with her free hand. she places a kiss on its cool lips.

the question is a jest, the answer predetermined. the puppet is hers, wholly and utterly and it would do just as she wished.

the puppet follows the marionettist in a few waltzing spins across the cluttered room, ending with her on the edge of the bed. the puppet kneels, impassive eyes watching its mistress strip one-handed. she spreads her legs to it, running her hand up her thigh.

the puppet leans in, hands on her inner thighs, and runs its segmented tongue between the marionettist's lips, flicking at the clit in rhythm to the minute twitches of the control. her deep, lingering breaths sound out in the quiet room.

"slower," the marionettist breathes, and without delay the puppet slows, with long licks and gentle circles. it's a nimble thing, precise in its servitude. the marionettist leans her head back.

"my pretty little toy," she says, biting her lip, then twitches with a sharp moan. "there," she says, and the puppet's tongue replicates its motion, growing faster with each flick. Soon its mistress lacks the breath for orders, but strings yank it to right where it is needed, force its tongue deeper inside her. the pretense falters and the puppet is reduced to an instrument of her pleasure, her fingers blurring in furious motion.

she orgasms and the puppet shudders and twitches and writhes in an echo of its mistress's thrashing. finally it falls limp on the floor. the marionettist pants, exhausted and euphoric. after some long moments, she reaches for the control, swaying from the ceiling. the puppet rises and goes to lie down next to her.

she wraps her arms around it, pulls it against her, and strokes its hair, smiling all the while.

[geezmarty]

(bellara/taash) nerd/jocks lovers rise up

[daisywords]

One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.

Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.

It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?

Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.

[black-quadrant]

sometimes all you need is one passionate person who goes berserk for your work to keep you creating

[evilmafuyu666]

[batsandbirdbrains]

Inspired by the one anon who asked abt fics where Dick turns out to be younger than people think he is and the recs that were given:

What if it’s like a scenario where Dick’s parents / the circus changed his age in documents so he could perform. And his age changed all the time on paper because different countries had different rules, even different cities/counties might not be the same as the one next to it. And so Dick sort of forgets how old he actually is most of the time, he just sticks with whatever his parents last told him.

And he was told he was eight when they were in Gotham. He was just short for his age because he’s a gymnast, that’s what they told anyone who questioned them.

In reality, Dick was five years old.

And by the time he remembered he should probably tell Bruce that, it’s already been too long. It’s several months after Bruce has taken him in, after he already has been Robin, and it just hits him one day that he’s going to be turning six in March. Bruce thinks he’s turning nine.

And Dick gets this horrible terrible no good idea in his head that if Bruce finds out he lied about his age, that Bruce will get rid of him. Won’t want him anymore. Will call him a dirty liar and kick him to the curb.

And Dick can’t lose his new home. He loves Bruce. He loves Alfred. And he loves being Robin. So he keeps it a secret and tries to forget that he’s three years younger than he’s supposed to be.

It’s a damn good thing Dick’s parents were rigorous in his schooling, and by some miracle he tests into the proper grade for his age when Bruce starts him at Gotham Academy. It’s a bumpy start, but it’s easily explained away by the slight language barrier. Dick actually speaks and reads English just fine, he learned it the same time he learned French and Romani and Arabic, but it’s a good excuse for why his penmanship is clumsy and why he starts out just slightly behind his peers.

He puts so much extra effort into his school work that by the time he’s supposed to be 13, it’s recommended he skip a grade. Bruce is so proud. Dick is somehow managing to get by as a ten year old in high school, and he cannot figure out how he’s pulling this shit off. Talk about being a showman, because it feels like he’s playing the world’s most impossible role.

But then something happens when Robin is on a team mission with the young justice season 1 team. Some magic shit. Maybe Klarion does something, maybe it’s like the episode where the adults get separated from the kids, but instead of it being everyone over 18 is separated from everyone under 18, it’s anyone who’s a teenager and up being separated from the kids who are all 12 and under.

And no one can figure out where Robin is. And also Captain Marvel is missing. What the fuck.

Bruce is fucking freaking out because he cannot figure out why Dick isn’t anywhere, why he can’t get ahold of him. He’s convinced Klarion must be holding him hostage or something.

And then you have Dick and Billy saving the day on their side, and Dick convinced him to try to transform into Captain Marvel. Billy doesn’t want to, because he doesn’t want to leave Robin alone if it makes him disappear to, but Dick assures him he’ll be fine, they’ll both be fine.

And then they come up with a plan yadda yadda the world is saved Dick and Billy save the day, the rest of the episode doesn’t matter.

But Batman pulls Robin aside immediately once they’re all back together and asks him what the hell just happened.

And Dick just starts crying. He’s so stressed out. This whole situation was so scary and he wasn’t actually all that confident the plans he’d made would work he only pretended to be so sure of himself so Billy could do his part and not be scared too. And also it’s really fucking stressful being a ten year old in high school. It’s very hard. Dick’s life is very difficult, and now his dad is finding out that he’s not as old as he’s been pretending to be, and everyone else is there and going to find out to, and he’s so overwhelmed.

“I didn’t mean to,” Dick says through full on sobs, and Bruce is so concerned and he’s hugging Dick and trying to calm him down, but Dick has gotten himself all worked up. “They changed my age all the time so I could perform, I’d be six in one city and eight in the next and seven in another and I just I forgot I wasn’t really any of those and then you adopted me and I forgot I wasn’t really eight until it was almost my birthday but it was too late to tell you and you would’ve been so mad and you wouldn’t have wanted me anymore and I didn’t know what to do!”

“Hey hey hey, slow down, slow down,” Bruce tells him, “take a deep breath. You need to breathe, Robin.”

But Dick just falls against Bruce’s shoulder and cries. He doesn’t want Bruce to think his parents were bad parents. Because they weren’t, they were the best. They just had to fudge some things so Dick could perform with them, so he could have fun up in the air with them, lots of people in the circus lie about their age!

“Oh, chum,” Bruce coos, resting his cheek on top of Dick’s head, rubbing his back. “I could never not want you. I love you, it doesn’t matter how old you are.”

“You do now!”

It makes Bruce’s heart shatter into pieces. Because Dick really thinks there was ever a time he didn’t have Bruce wrapped around his little finger, he doesn’t realize that Bruce has loved him from the first moment he wrapped the tiny little acrobat in his coat and carried him away from the puddle of blood he’d been kneeling in.

“I have always loved you,” he whispers. “And I always will. But chum, this is important. I need to know how old you really are.”

Dick sobs into his shoulder one more time before he lets out in a miserable whisper that everyone manages to hear, “Ten.”

And Batman damn near breaks. He lets out a shaky gasp, and his grip tightens on Robin as his knees buckle and he falls to the floor, now holding Robin tightly in his lap.

“You were five?” he asks. “Oh my God, you were five.”

Batman has a breakdown right then and there, but he keeps it very contained. He refuses to let go of Robin, just continues hugging him close and whispering that he loves him, he’s not mad at him, he would never ever get rid of him.

Idk what would happen after this but I know for certain Dick and Billy become bffs.

[egophiliac]

I loved your drawing(and I love your style in general) with Leia in your recent post! If/when you have time can we see more of her in your style? I get so happy whenever I actually see people mention/talk about her and she’s not just forgotten because we didn’t get to see much of her. 😭

thank you! 💙💙💙 Leia/Leah/Lea/whatever is fascinating to me. she is the ultimate unknown. what was she like? how involved (or even aware of any details of the invasion) was she? Silver's basically a physical carbon copy of his biodad, so what did he get from her? like, I understand why the two of them kind of have to stay as these super vague and mysterious figures -- the whole point of them is that their story ended 400+ years ago and they're not really relevant anymore (and. well. the more that gets explained about them, the less that can just kinda be handwaved as "oh the politics were Very Messy") (we can sit here and theorize all day but let us acknowledge that, ultimately, canon gave us almost nothing about them post-Meleanor and we'd just be making things up). I do still wonder about her though! RIP Lea, we never knew you and we probably never will.

actually you know what, as long as we're here, I think I WILL go ahead and just make some stuff up about what Silver might've inherited from her instead.

[deerspherestudios]

Would it be possible for m/c to ever possibly escape and if so what would his reaction be ?

Now why would you want to escape? There's nothing wrong with your mushroom friend ::-)!

(Technically not canon,,, yet,,,, this was a Patreon sketch request!!)

[lucabyte]

monologue

[evangelicgrl]

hcs + mini scenarios: saja boys as yanderes

they say “love can be too much”, but when you’re talking about literal demons from hell, the lines begin to blur. (un)fortunately for you, you’re the special recipient of their monstrous desires. will you resist or give in?

warnings: MDNI. contains general yandere themes (possessive and obsessive behavior, freaky behavior, stalking, killing, manipulation, etc.) however, i’m fond of “soft yanderes” the most so that’s what you’ll be seeing here, meaning none of them force reader to do anything against their will.

wc: 3,220

jinu

after being consumed by his guilt and shame for four centuries, he has already come to terms with his demonic nature despite the torment being never-ending, slowly eating away at the last flickers of his soul. it doesn’t matter anymore, he only needs you to share his pain with. if not you, then there is no one else. you’re irreplaceable in his eyes.

he’s highly methodical when it comes to executing his plans. being in control means less mistakes, and less mistakes mean less shame. jinu is prudent, he bargains his way through everything with cunning schemes and flowery words; he won’t do anything that won’t benefit the both of you. in the end, he subjects himself to further damnation by convincing himself you will be his salvation. it’s a vicious cycle he’s not willing to break.

with most people he’s standoffish and unapproachable—cocky even. he would be aloof, and he will make it known that he is a tough nut to crack. he won’t give anyone chances to distract him from pursuing you. when it comes to you though, it’s a whole other story. it’s almost embarrassing how quickly he folds for you. he puts you on a high pedestal, thinking you’re above everyone else, including himself. if you tease him about it he won’t deny it nor get mad at you, he’ll only get pouty.

overcompensating for his past mistakes, jinu would always want to do everything in his power to provide for your needs. want him to wash the dishes? they’re squeaky clean before you can say anything. want him to cook for you? you don’t even have to ask, just tell him you’re hungry and he’ll deal with the rest! you need him to beat someone up in your stead? say no more, darling! he doesn’t ever stop to think whether you’re in the right or wrong because he doesn’t care.

for a while, being in a relationship with him will almost look normal, that is until you notice some of your items going missing, him insisting to have a cctv installed inside your bedroom for “protection” or whatever, him sticking close only to you while being wary of everyone else, and some blood stains appearing on his clothes here and there that he always insists were minor injuries he got from touring with the saja boys.

“this is the third time we’ve installed another cctv, jinu. i think our home's secure enough, don’t you think?” you raised an eyebrow, nudging the raven-haired man’s side. jinu hummed, not paying any mind to what you’ve just said. how can he, when he feels everything is right when you’re near? he tightened his hold around your waist, hiding his face on the crook of your neck.

jinu breathes in your smell. god, you’re so intoxicating; he wants to crawl inside you and never leave.

“i know, but i don’t want anything to happen to you while i’m on tour with the saja boys; i worry about you a lot,” he whispers. he begins peppering kisses on your bare skin slowly; you shivered at the sensation. “fine, but this is the last one, alright?” you almost stuttered, your face heating up from his ministrations.

“of course, my love.” he considers the thought of marking you up with his sharp canines right here, right now, but he immediately disregards the thought.

he won’t do anything that will make you hate him, he’s lost far too much for him to mess this relationship up now. as for his obsessive monitoring of your everyday life and your coworkers who were too friendly with you winding up dead mysteriously… well, ignorance is bliss, right?

abby

abby is pretty flexible and adaptable. it doesn’t take him long to get used to new environments like the human world. being able to find shortcuts for a speedy escape route easily works to his advantage if he messes up a murder. sure, he can be quite an airhead sometimes, but he’s not that stupid. he gets his way around problems with his fists first, so as long as he doesn’t encounter complicated people—demons—like jinu, he’ll be fine.

he’s quite violent, and his muscles are put to good use when it comes to bashing heads in; he’s pleased by this fact, they’re not sturdy-looking for nothing! abby can snap most things in half just from sheer strength alone. with that being said, while abby is brash, he’s not entirely careless. he knows how to control himself like exerting the right force when he’s holding something and breaking someone’s neck.

no matter what you look like and whether or not you’re physically stronger than him, they won’t matter to abby. in his head you’re someone special to him, therefore he treats you gently like glass. god forbid he accidentally breaks a bone or two in your body, because he won’t ever forgive himself for it. while he’s proud of his muscles, he’s surprisingly self conscious about his strength at times, especially when he’s with you. he’s aware enough that a demon’s physique is far superior than a human’s.

ironically enough, he’s a physically affectionate guy. he wants to be close to you at all times, touching or holding you in some way both in public and in private. he doesn’t really care if people around him are bothered by the pda, your opinion is the only thing he holds in high regard. if you don’t tell him to behave, then he won’t have any qualms draping his body all over yours while you’re out and about.

abby is also extremely protective, he gives little thought to how other people and demons alike perceive you, which means he deems anyone that stares too long at you a threat. his cleanups after a particular murderous streak are sloppy, but he tries his best since he doesn’t want you to find out. additionally, nobody will be spared once he’s done dealing with the imbeciles who thought they could get away with disrespecting you. you never asked him to be one, but he sees himself as your knight in shining abs anyway.

“i’ve heard from my friend the creep around our area got their head bashed in to the point they became unrecognizable,” you recounted to abby, whose focus is entirely on lifting weights twice the size of his arms.

“oh yeah?” he replied in a disinterested manner, clearly he couldn’t give less of a shit about that bastard; he’d gladly do it again if given the chance.

serves them right for attempting to assault you.

“if i’m being honest, whoever the perpetrator was, they did us all a favor,” you sighed in relief. he smiles. good, you’re happy. if only you knew he did it all for you.

“agreed.” abby figured a curt response was enough to not give him away. he might not be smart in all the right ways like a certain raven-haired demon was, but he always tries his best to watch what he says in front of you. if you believe abby is a cocky yet sweet musclehead who can do no wrong, then he’d be happy to keep up the illusion for you.

you don’t need to know about his true nature right now, that can wait.

romance

he’s the most obsessive one out of the bunch, which is unsurprising given his namesake. rather than monopolizing your attention and going after others who do, he spends most of his time thinking about you and finding more information about you. it’s a miracle you’ve never caught him in the act once. in his opinion, even though he’s not the brightest, he still knows his way around whenever he stalks you, which is an everyday occurrence.

everything you say, do, and give attention to, romance is instantly filing them all away in his sick head. after all, if he knows everything about you, then you won’t ever feel the need to throw him away and replace him with a good for nothing human. he might have not told you that he’s a demon yet, but when he treats you so right, surely you’ll accept him? he hopes you do; he really, really does. his whole life revolves around you at this point that if you reject him, he doesn’t know what he’ll do.

it’s fitting for someone like him, a nameless demon who can only recall vague memories of his past life; it’s alright, he doesn’t care one bit at all. why live in the past when he can live in the present? after all, you’re the one who gives his eternal suffering meaning. the reason he became “romance saja” was to come into your life and for you to come into his, that he’s sure of now. he wholeheartedly believes you’re his soulmate.

romance appears suave and calm in front of you, sweeping you off your feet with flirtatious remarks. internally though, all he wants is for you to take charge of his every action and make him bend to your will; salivating at the thought, it’s basically his number one fantasy. other demons might call him pathetic for submitting to a human, but he knows they’re wrong. he won’t do it for all humans, only you. you’re different from the rest.

while he’s relatively harmless, he’s still a demon, making him highly destructive when he’s feeling emotional. if push comes to shove, he won’t hesitate to tear out someone’s throat open. once it reaches this point, then it means he’s been pushed to the brink of insanity. he would be blinded by his rage so much so he might not even realize he did something heinous until he recovers and calms down. be careful with how you treat him, you wouldn’t want his hidden jagged edges to come out.

“romance, you did pretty great during your photoshoot! i bet the fans would love it!” your eyes twinkled, smiling at him brightly. romance smiles unsurely, then tilts his head in confusion. “the fans? but i did it for you since you’re into that designer brand, right?”

he hums and twirls you around, his lovesick gaze becoming apparent. “you’re right, but the fans are much more important.” you laugh. his eyes darkened.

“no, they’re not.”

“huh?” you blink. what was that?

you don’t know if it was just your imagination, but you could’ve sworn his eyes flashed yellow for a second. you shake your head and sigh, maybe it’s the stress getting to you now.

“i mean, compared to the fans, you’re still my darling beloved. naturally, your opinion matters to me the most.” his hands settle on your waist as he pulls you in and leans his forehead on your own. “so, do you like it or not?”

“of course i do! don’t be silly, romance.” you chuckled, tweaking his nose playfully. he sighed as he pulls you closer to him.

everything he does is for your approval, he hopes you won’t forget that.

mystery

to this day, nobody can get a good read of his overall personality; the fact that he opts to hide half of his face doesn’t help either. he leans into his demonic instincts more compared to the rest, seeing no reason to pretend he could act like a human again when he’s anything but. because of this, he’s easily the most feral guy of the group, making him highly indecipherable. he navigates his way around his environment with quick, silent precision akin to a predator studying its prey.

don’t be fooled by his looks and seemingly placid demeanor, he’s freaky and would most likely be the type to dig around in your dirty laundry to sniff and lick your used clothes and undergarments; he feels invigorated doing this, it reminds him that deep inside his undead body, he can still feel. and because he doesn’t express himself half of the time, he relies on your emotions to gauge his options and do what he feels would make you be the least upset with him.

with you, mystery learns to have some semblance of control over himself. however, there are times when he can’t reel it in, so if he growls at someone getting too close to you, just tell him off and he’ll snap out of it. while he mutters a string of apologies, take this time to pet his head and reward him for a job well done in order for him to really remember what you want from him. to an extent, you can condition him to do your bidding if you’re determined enough to do so.

despite this, he’s highly possessive of you. if your family and friends are the type of people who hog you all to themselves, they would be in danger with him around. regardless of your relationships with other people, he doesn’t take too kindly to scum taking away what is his. mystery may not hurt you in any way, but the others are free game to him. simply eating their souls will not be enough, he’s brutal and would often prolong torturing people and/or demons if he despised them enough.

he goes to extreme lengths to show you he doesn’t mean any harm to you. more often than not, he likes showing off his qualities he thinks you appreciate the best; compliments can go a long way with him. your praise and your smiles directed at him repeating in his mind's eye like a mantra he never wants to end. before you, he never cared for anyone else, but now that you’re here, the love he has for you makes his nonexistent dead heart threaten to burst out of his chest. he's animalistic in a lot of ways, but even then he’s still considerate with your needs if you just forget the fact he likes stealing your underwear.

“stay away from them before you regret it,” mystery warned the person before him. his posture is rigid as he stares them down with a menacing aura, not backing out from the confrontation. “hey, hey! mystery! what did i say about threatening other people?!” you pulled him aside and reprimanded him. the other person could only blink in bewilderment before scurrying off to who knows where.

you imagined a pair of puppy ears appear on his head when he frowned and dipped his head in shame.

“sorry…” he whispers, if it weren’t for the fact that this café is sparse right now, you wouldn’t have heard him, and to be put into this position is embarrassing enough as is. “whatever, let’s just go home. i lost my appetite anyway,” you mumble.

mystery observes your facial expression under his bangs, the gears creaking and turning inside his head. he’s really done it, huh? well then, he just needs to make it up to you once you’re home.

he stares at your plump limps intently, feeling somewhat excited to make you sing praises for him again while he worships your body.

baby

on one hand, baby is bratty, mean, and everything in between; he’s evil incarnate with someone who isn’t you. on the other hand, he’s angelic and caring with you. the duality of his personality never fails to astound the others around him. being a master of deception, he can be quite unpredictable and hard to read, always hiding his devious tricks with a bright smile and an “innocent” gaze. you’re lucky he loves you, because the ones he hates aren’t so lucky. the fact that they crossed paths with him to begin with already sealed their fates.

he absolutely adores being spoiled by you; he would play up his charm to 1000% if it meant he gets to be the little spoon during your cuddling sessions for a while longer. your warmth enveloping him comforts him, and he would kill for this very same comfort if he feels it’s getting threatened by an outside force. he’s also possessive, but not to the extent that mystery is. he knows how to be mindful and play his cards right. if he needs to paint the others as bad people in your eyes to make him look good in return then so be it.

with that being said, baby is not entirely opposed to the idea of spoiling you instead. he finds it comes easier to him whenever you’re put in a state where you have no choice but to rely on someone’s help, such as being ill and bedridden or being drunk out of your mind. during these times, he coos into your ear and tells you he’ll never allow anyone other than him to take care of you since he knows you the best, and it’s true! his long record of stalking you proves that!

you’ll never have a dull day with him, somehow he always makes you do either creative or outlandish things, of course given that doing them won’t harm you. he thinks he’ll shrivel up and die if he accidentally gives you a paper cut while folding paper cranes for fun. he’ll offer to let you slice his skin with the same paper too "to make it even” because he’s simply weird like that. it doesn’t matter whether you indulge his odd requests or not, he will keep asking something similar anyway whenever he accidentally hurts you.

baby is extremely cruel, but he’s efficient with his murders, choosing to take the fastest route possible. he doesn’t want to spend any more time than necessary looking at his victims’ disgusting and ugly faces while the light in their eyes fades away. the satisfaction he feels from killing people is only fleeting, and before he knows it, he’s immediately cleaning up after himself so he can go back in your arms as soon as possible. you’re the only one that matters to him in this world!

“baby! i bought ice cream from the store!” closing the front door behind you, you slipped off your shoes and began trudging in the living room. not a second later, a blur of blue zooms towards you, engulfing you in a bear hug. “yay! welcome back, sweetie!” his cheers were muffled by your clothes seeing as he buried his face in them.

you laugh at his antics, bringing a hand up to brush his bangs away from his face. in response, he looks up at you in a daze.

“okay, let’s get this bad boy in the freezer before it melts.”

“aye, aye! captain!” he jokingly salutes before helping you carry the other things you brought along with you. but then he stops in his tracks, his gaze falling on the scratch on your hand. it was light enough to not be seen by the human eye, but unfortunately he’s a demon.

and demons have sharper senses.

“where did you get that?” you look down to your hand, and you chuckle. “oh, this?” he slowly nodded. “i accidentally grazed a sharp object at work today. it’s nothing serious, don’t worry.”

“i see!” and just like that, he’s back to his cheerful self. you didn’t know it yet, but he promised to himself to keep a closer eye on you from now on so he can pay a visit to the home of the person who thought leaving a sharp object around near you was a good idea.

he can hardly wait to meet them!

[bluerosefox]

Another DPxDC idea cause I am still brain rotting in this fandom.

AND ONCE AGAIN, its a deaged Dani/Dan idea. And dad!Danny.

.........

Bruce stared for a long moment. Trying to make sure he wasn't going insane or was just very sleep deprived from three days of near no sleep because of a difficult case.

......

Nope he was still seeing them.

Two children, a toddler and a baby in a baby walker were in the Batcave.... One eating Alfred made cookies while the other was finishing up its bottle. The two seemed at home in the cave and were being watched over by Alfred who looked over at him with a raised eyebrow of 'More children sir?'

Bruce could hear nearly all of his children (one was not with them just yet still upstairs, they needed to take a private phone call it seems) who had come down to the cave for their annual weekly reports and updates all asking him when did he get more kids to bring into the family.

The toddler of the two, a little girl with messy black pigtails and blue eyes noticed him and smiled widely at him, eyes sparkling with toddler mischief as she finished her cookie off and then loudly said "Grandpa B!"

Then with the speed only a sugar upped toddler could do she ran over and crashed into his legs, her little arms wrapping around him as best as she could. The baby had finished his milk, and noticed him as well, making grunting sounds and coo's as he did his best to move his baby walker towards him as well.

Bruce blinked, his mind blanking at what he had been called, as he stared down at the toddler that looked up at him with smile.

Bruce could hear his children all freaking out and he questioned which one of them made him a grandfather and never told him about it!

Bruce got his answer when the one still upstairs in the manor came running down yelling out what had to be the children's names

"Ellie! Dan!"

"Hi Daddy!" came the response from the toddler and a tiny grunt from the baby.

[stargirl230]

rain sought flower // 红红儿

this came out darker (visually) than I expected so pls zoom in for details if u have a moment to spare :)

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[wasabi-gumdrop]

neon glory squad 💖

[remcadll]

Gen obsessed with how.. *dead* your Jason's color pallete is. Like, that's corpse pale right there. Not a spec of blood left flowing in there (also father Todd's skin being full of color in comparison is a nice touch)

THANK YOU I love making him look a bit ghoulish. Guy who's not supposed to be alive but yes he is. no he isn't <3

[sunny-knight]

THIS IS HOME

@forgettable-au Fan-Animatic ⭐️

The stars welcome him with open arms…

Work and Progress + Analysis below!

You can find the work in progress things here! because I wanna show the sketch animatic and you can only upload one video…

The entire idea was inspired off of THIS lovely little qna written a bit ago! havnt forgotten about it since! Despite what the AU might have you believe And recently I decided I could just draw out the fun part instead of go through the pain of storyboarding and cleaning up a nearly 4 minute long song 👍👍👍

Thats the idea though, theres no real plot, so no real context I can give other than the things the comic itself already provides. “This Is Home” just works incredibly well for this poor childs trauma, and it was a great opportunity to practice my composition and storytelling!!

Onto the deep analysis of every frame individually!!! (this is normal. this happens every time.)

The idea that Wingdings just eventually- gave up. Trying to connect with anyone. HURTS ME DEEPLY. I’m not sure if thats specifically because he just couldn’t get the font thing down, but I imagine that was a big contributing factor. But thats what specifically stops him here. He eventually slams his keys down on the board and says “IM DONE” and throws himself into a thing he can purely enjoy on his own- science. Even at a young age, I feel he only had 2 lives. One with Sans, and one with science. Then when those worlds combined when he became the royal scientist uhhh- I imagine it got worse.

Speaking of his young age, In these shots he’s also notably a tad older than the later depictions of his younger self with the scarf. Less full of joy and whimsy

“His mind is in a different place” is taken a tad more negatively than in the context of the song I feel, as he’s more or less isolated himself from everyone (but Sans) now in this “giving up” phase of his childhood. I wonder how Sans noticed/took that and if he tried to convince him otherwise, but in this case he just thinks he needs some time to himself.

Also let it be known that the words being crammed in at the “Give him a little bit of space” bit is on PURPOSE and a SILLY LITTLE JOKE/VISUAL GAG GIVEN THE LINE. I AM SO FUNNY.

The colors are also notably dark blues, that get greyer when Wingdings has given up. The light that Sans lets in ((looks into the camera, tearing up)) is still pretty cold despite it being brighter.

The berating is also in uppercase to show most of this is from Wingdings’ pov- I know he speaks in proper casing at this time, but I NEED SOME SORT OF INDICATOR, WORK WITH ME HERE. His main issue was his own self consciousness and desire to communicate properly, since it was said before on the blog that no one really picked on him for his inability to talk to them.

Then we have Papyrus!! The colors are similarly blue, but a lot brighter and a touch purpler and greener. Its from the same world, but not the same person. Also he’s wearing a yellow vest which is the complimentary color to blue ☝️

Papyrus is more heavily associated with warm colors in contrast to Wingdings, but this takes place very early on when he was very confused where his place was (or at least I assume thats what happened). He’s associating with warm colors (yellow) but is somewhat weary about it and still subconsciously clutching onto the comfort in familiarity.

The scene ofc depicts Papyrus being incredibly uncomfortable about any photos of himself as a child. It still definitely…looooks… like him. it just feels really wrong.

Similar thing to last time with the fonts as well, uppercase, Papyrus’ pov, he just wants to know who/WHAT he is.

I enjoy the colors in the photo and how they reallly stand out from the rest of the shot, just another emphasis that the photo feels otherworldly to Papyrus.

This is the part where I start weeping pitifully. The tiny Wingdings to Gaster comparison- it’s just so upsetting, I want to know what this poor child would think if he saw what he ends up as 😭

Wingdings enjoyed dreaming about the real stars he MIGHT get to see one day with Sans. The scene is dark, as it still hasnt happened yet, but still bright and hopeful as he stares up at the light! Its always a possibility. But then we have Gaster, who finally did it. He reached the stars, he gets to look up and say “wow…. I really did it”. Staring up at the void before him. Without Sans…I feel he wouldn’t ponder on it much, and consciously he doesn’t see anything bad about his circumstances, but the crack going down his eye that elludes to a tear says otherwise in the suppressed emotions.

The world Wingdings lived in when he was small, seemed so endless…Despite the underground being small compared to the real world, his imagination was endless. He could dream, he could imagine, and create things, get and give new ideas! But now as an adult that just so happens to be a lovecraftian entity, everything is much more simple and straightforward. At least from his perspective…Gaster may be able to DO way more than he ever could as a small child, but his mind is pretty one track at this point.

I wonder how Gaster feels…Now that they’ve gotten to the surface. without him

Im not sure how Papyrus in the game or even in the comic feels about stars, but Sans for one doesnt have to daydream anymore. They’ve also “done it” just like Gaster, but the hug insinuates less of that and more a “we WON”. They share in this moment together more emotionally than anything.

Again, compared to Gaster and them, they enjoy the moment in their own ways- Gaster just the action of seeing the stars, and Papyrus in what the moment itself means. I feel those are the 2 wants Wingdings had and thats a lot of what Papyrus and Gaster are. 2 halfs of Wingdings’…whole…thing

Also the stars welcoming him with open arms is both in reference to Sans but also Papyrus welcoming/accepting/loving himself…

IN CONCLUSION:

…yknow ive never asked before, but if anyone has any questions or needs clarification im happy to-

[teethlordd]

There are worms in my head