#Birthday present!

[petitelepus]

Megatron daughter is having troubles with her clothes, being all ripped up, burnt, and such from her fights with the autobots. She complains about it loudly to Blitzwing and Lugnut. Shockwave heard her and made her a nanotech outfit she could wear and change it differently and won’t take any damage. She acts like it was a birthday gift for her.

"I am SO done with this!" You shouted as you threw yet another ruined dress of yours on the ground. The Decepticons who were with you, Blitzwing and Lugnut shared glances between each other as you furiously cursed the wretched Autobots under your breath.

You were sent to retrieve an AllSpark fragment that had caught your Decepticons' attention, but the fragment was big and strong enough to alert the Autobots also.

So another battle between you and the Autonoobs took place and yet another time that wretched kid, Sari, your nemesis, had been helping the Bots, and she and her friend Bumblebee had ruined your dress in the middle of the battle.

It was not only embarrassing but also humiliating and on top of that, you had lost the fragment to the Autobots!

You were mad at them, mad at Blitzwing and Lugnut, and mad at yourself. You knew that you had no real reason to be angry at the two Decepticons you had taken with you to retrieve the fragment. They had done their best, even if it wasn't quite enough.

You almost called them your friends, but in reality, they were your bodyguards that your father, the great and mighty Lord Megatron had placed to guard your well-being.

You adored your father, you really did, but even he had his limits when it came to failures...!

You were his daughter, so you had so much pressure to succeed on your shoulders. You were his successor, so why were you failing so much?

"I hate those fragging Autobots!" You shouted and made your way to your private room in the Decepticon hideout, leaving Blitzwing and Lugnut on their own.

"Well, wasn't that a show." Came a familiar voice and the Decepticons turned to look at the huge monitor, seeing the Decepticon spy Shockwave talking to them through the screen.

"What do you want Shockwave?" Blitzwing asked and the spy chuckled, "I want to help our dear princess. Tell me, how fast can you make it to the Earth's moon?"

"Fast enough."

"Good. I have something for her that will help her from failing our Lord anymore."

"What is it!?" Lugnut asked and if Shockwave could have smiled he would have. "You see when you get there."

A day passed and you were still sulking in your room when someone knocked on the wall by the entrance and you turned to look who dared to interrupt you.

Seeing it was Blitzwing and Lugnut, you groaned and sat up on your bed, "What is it? Another mission from Megatron?"

"No, something better." The Icy personality of Blitzwing said as he walked up to you and offered you a parcel.

"What is this?" You raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner but accepted the parcel.

"A gift!" Lugnut shouted and Blitzwing nodded, "We'll wait for you outside."

And they left. Curious and confused, you opened the parcel and you were in awe at what you saw...!

The two Decepticons waited for you in the main chamber and finally, you left your room to join them.

"So? What do you guys think?"

The two Cons turned to look at you and you grinned as you showed them your brand-new clothes that made you look absolutely gorgeous.

"And this isn't the only thing!" You said and as you twirled, the clothing around your shifted and moved, so when you stopped it was like you were wearing a brand new costume. The Decepticons awed at you and you felt absolutely gorgeous as they did.

"You would make even Starscream jealous," Icy said and Lugnut nodded eagerly, "You, you look just like the next Queen of the Decepticons should look like!"

"Thank you!" You smiled, "But where did you get this piece?"

"It's the newest piece of Autobot nanotechnology that I stole straight from this genius called Perceptor." Came Shockwave's voice and all three of you turned to look at the giant screen where the Decepticon spy's image was shown.

"This came from you?" You asked and the spy nodded.

"Please, consider it as a creation gift from yours truly to the future leader of the Decepticons," Shockwave said as he humbly bowed on the other side of the screen.

"We got it for you!" Lugnut shouted, no doubt feeling at least a little jealous that Shockwave was more on your better side now than the cyclops himself.

"Ah, yes, it's almost my birthday." You nodded. You had nearly forgotten the whole day. You looked at the screen and smiled, "Thank you Shockwave. Continue your mission and take care of anyone who might compromise your mission."

"I will do as you tell me to, young princess." The Con nodded and then the line went dead. You smiled as you touched your clothing with your finger and the whole thing changed its color.

"I look so good, it's a crime to stay stuck here in this cavern!" You laughed.

"How about we kick some Autobot aft for my birthday present?" You asked with a mean grin and Blitzwing and Lugnut saluted you, both eager and willing to fight some Bots.

[morganbritton132]

My sister and I have the same birthday and it’s cool because people will be like, “Oh, are you twins?” And I get to say, “No! I ruined a five year old’s birthday.”

[aru-art]

sourdough rolls with homemade lemon curd what the absolute fuck man

[nekoo3001]

Came home a little early

[sleepnoises]

photos of dachas by Fyodor Savintev, published in Dacha: The Soviet Country Cottage (2023)

[catgrandpa]

Gotham has always been weird, so when the groundskeeper at the cemetery noticed the Wayne kid’s plot was disturbed, he just chalked it up to more of the same ol’. Alright, so ‘disturbed’ may be a tad too light of a word, but what’s an empty grave in the grand scheme of Gotham? God knows in a city like this one, they could use all the burial room they could get. He figured he’d just jot it down on the website and hope nobody noticed for a while.

Too bad he didn’t account for the 13 year old boy in Bristol who periodically checks the cemetery’s website when he’s feeling particularly lonely.

Plot Removed.

Tim Drake stared at the two words under the heading for Jason Todd’s plot number. Removed? What do they mean ‘removed’? They can’t just remove a plot? That’s a person down there! That’s Robin down there! You can’t Remove Robin!

Calm down. Deep breaths. Assess the situation.

Robin has been dead for 5 months and 14 days. There is no reason for a grave to be removed that early, especially one of a member of such an affluential family. Chances are likely it’s a simple clerical issue. He can call first thing in the morning and make them aware of the mistake. He can have it all fixed in 5 hours.

Just a phone call.

In 5 hours.

…

Tim hates talking on the phone almost as much as he hates waiting.

Well it won’t be the first time he’s snuck out to head to Gotham proper at 1am. It can’t even really be considered sneaking out if there’s no one home to catch you.

Buses stop running at 2, so he layers a couple sweaters under his coat and grabs his best running sneakers so he can comfortably make the trek back.

Just a quick trip to settle his nerves. Maybe get a few shots in if he spots Batman, but really he just wants to see with his own two eyes that things are okay and Jason can rest.

It’s 1:37 by the time he gets to the headstone reading ‘Here Lies Jason Todd’ and the gaping, muddy pit in front of it.

This- This doesn’t make any sense. This is not removal. This is destruction. Desecration. Somebody did this. Somebody-

Assess the situation.

A hole in the ground, approximately 1.5 feet in diameter.

Mud and grass flung outward but with little force.

Large chunks of earth turned over and shoved away.

No signs of tool marks or clean lines of entry into the dirt.

Dragging claw marks.

Staggering, shuffled pairs of foot prints in the mud.

A trail of dirt.

Something… Something large clawed its way out of the ground here. Something large and bipedal and- and humanoid.

Tim refuses to jump to any conclusions he can see all the facts laid in front of him. He’s going to cautiously follow the trail and simply hope to any god listening that he isn’t the world’s first line of defense against the zombie apocalypse.

He’s been walking for 23 minutes and there’s good news and undecided news. Good news: he’s closing in on the target and the trail isn’t taking him out of the way so his trip home won’t be prolonged. Undecided news: The potential Zombie Robin is heading directly for Wayne Manor.

As zombie apocalypse news, this is very bad. From Tim’s collected observational evidence, his not-so-professional opinion is that Batman, faced with a horror movie level zombie of his dead son, would not respond well, and would likely not fight back.

In Batman and Robin news? Tim’s unsure. If Jason is simply back? What could that mean for them? Batman can have his Robin. He wouldn’t have to continue nearly killing others and himself every night in his grief. Jason could-

No. Stop. Do not jump to conclusions.

Hope only brings heartbreak.

What would Batman do? Get close and see if the target is a threat.

Target is male. Mid-teens. Dark hair. Pale skin. Leaning against surfaces as he walks. Appears injured and disoriented.

Minimal risk assessed. Approaching and attempting contact.

Target identity confirmed: Jason Todd.

“J-Jason?” It comes out as a croaked whisper. Jason shows no sign of acknowledgment.

Tim clears his throat, steps right in front of his path, and tries again.

“Jason. Jason, stop I want to help you.” Still nothing.

“Please, Jason. I can help, I promise I can help!”

Why isn’t this working?! Why can’t he just do something right for once?! He wants this to work, he wants to help Bruce, he wants to fix Batman, he wants to not be alone, he wants-

“Robin!”

Robin jerks to a stop.

Tim reached out his hand.

“Robin. Robin please, I’m sorry you’re going through this, it’s really scary, I’m really scared. But I just want to help you. Help you find Batman. Help you get home.”

Jason just stares at him. Of course he does. Of course it’s not going to work. Why did he even bother hoping he could help?

Hope only brings heartbreak.

His sight blurs as his eyes fill with tears and he starts to lower his outstretched hand.

His arm is slowed as a cold hand weakly grasps his own.

“Don’t… scared… Bat… help… Dad… help.”

A relieved sob tears out from Tim’s chest and he gathers himself together. He yanks his extra sweater off and gently pulls it over Jason’s cold shoulders. Jason lets Tim drag his arm over his shoulders to try and carry some of his weight.

“Okay, Robin. Yeah. Your dad will help us.”

Batman will solve everything once Tim gets Robin home.

[whydoihavetoart]

we can't ibuprofen ourselves out of this one, lads

[willthespy]

happy unofficial birthday to my son!!! 🎂

wondering what’s in that box…. (genuinely don’t know) (i rushed this) (badly)

[mandatorybear]

The liveliest homeroom at Babyls.

[ruporas]

birthday party (id in alt)

[fckwinnchrstopher]

*Bobby interviewing Eddie for the 118*

Bobby: Alright everything looks fantastic so far, but here's one last thing I have to ask.

Bobby: how's your relationship with your father?

Eddie *extremely confused*: um.. not very good-

Bobby: -you're hired.

[beanghostprincess]

[hooked-on-trout]

i’m not avoiding reqs i just had a dream about this and i had to get it down

[gaybuckybarnesss]

PAUL MESCAL Gladiator II (2024)

[ningauinerd]

you’re not a true dasyuromorph disciple until you have a wild quoll walk up to you and sniff your phone

[fenkko]

one who had dreams of being a hero

This comic is based on Story 3, which speaks of his hobby of ice fishing originating from the days he'd go out with his father on the ice, 'accompanied by his father's unending tales of adventure,' and dream of being the protagonist.

Nowadays, he keeps up the hobby, though only as a method of training... and it seems he fishes alone.

I thought a lot about fairytales and stories told to children -- how they are used to impart lessons and shape a child's growing sense of morality.

I think these stories were Childe's father telling him what kind of man he hoped his son would become.

In Story 5, 'his father had no choice but to hand his beloved son over for conscription into the Fatui' in an attempt to discipline his temper, but was disappointed when Childe continued ascending the ranks, further and further from the gentle boy he was..

His father named him after the hero Ajax. Is he still disappointed in the path Childe has taken? Does he still see his son in the man he sees before him? Does Childe feel in himself the chasm between who he dreamed of becoming and who he is now?

It's interesting, that fairytales should often have a very strict good/evil morality. Childe professes he has no use for such things, and will gladly become a mindless weapon so long as he can continue honing himself for battle. And yet, has he truly given up on being human?

For a Harbinger, Childe is oddly principled, preferring straightforward battles without deceit. He retains a sort of moral code, reluctant to involve those who are defenseless in his plans.

And of course, he deeply cherishes his family. What sort of weapon has a family? Why does he cling so desperately to this identity as a defender of childhood dreams, of being his sister Tonia's knight?

Perhaps his own dream of being a hero died long ago, but a part of him still recognizes the tragedy of it and maybe... in some way, is still trying.

This is somewhat of a companion piece to my Scara comic "one who has given up on being saved". Childe, unable to live up to his childhood ideals of heroism, and Scara, whose pleas for help went unanswered.

A failed hero, and someone who never had one.

ARGHH yknow it drives me nuts. I haven't known peace since I started thinking about it.