#Damian Earl

[five-gotham-guys]

I’m behind Tim Drake in finance class and his laptop’s wallpaper is a drawing of a hyper-realistic cow frowning and wearing a baseball cap backwards.

It’s saying “Not in the MOOd”

#OnlyInGotham

~ Earl

[nightingale-prompts]

The Eldritch Coffeehouse-DCxDP prompt-part 2(I guess)

Part 1

Elle had a way of convincing people. Like how she convinced Damian Wayne that they were now best friends and to come over to her family's business after-school.

Damian was only going along with this because of the prodding of his family to make friends. This wasn't something that came easy to him as no one would understand him. But Nightingale had been more understanding than most in his life. She was very...nice. She had these big ideas that always went ahead of her and plans that were larger than life. She always had too much energy and found it hard in school to get it out. Naturally, she was head of the track team but she'd always complain about wanting to join the music club.

Jon had met her once while trying to sneak up on them at the end of the day. She pinned him in a triangle chokehold until Damian called her off. Damian didn't call her off immediately though.

She was still more apologetic than he liked.

"I can make it up to you guys. Let's go to my family's café! We can eat ourselves sick on pastries and cake! My brother should still be making hot chocolate right now!" She told them.

Damian was nice enough to tell Dick where he was going and to not wait up. Alfred was already in the car in front of the school and drove the three to the...graveyard?

"Thank you Mister Pennyworth! Do you want to join us?" Elle asked loudly but politely.

Alfred accepted graciously and agreed to stay for a cup of tea before heading back. He would come pick up Damian later.

The walk through the graveyard was daunting for Jon and only for Jon. It wasn't as scary as he thought since it was only the afternoon and the weather was warm. A few cats rested on tombstones soaking in the heat. A few birds gathered here and there hunting for worms and seeds. There were food and water dishes here and there for the felines and fresh seeds sprinkled on the grass for the birds.

"I usually clean and change the food dishes in the morning. But Dan likes to feed the birds."

Elle walked the row of mausoleums until she stopped at one and pushed the stone door open and a skipped down a stairs and opened the smooth mahogany door in the café.

Behind the counter a young man stood pouring drinks.

"Elle you're back. Take this cup to table 3." He said putting a cup and saucer on a serving tray.

"I just got here! At least let me change or tell you we have guests." She whined but picked up the trey and marched over to the table.

"Guests? I'm sorry. Welcome to the Catacomb Club. How can we make your afterlife?" He said smoothly.

"Elle said we could eat sweets," Jon spoke up first and Damian elbowed him.

"Oh? Well, we have a batch of leftovers from this morning. Since you're her school friends you can get some from the kitchen." The barista said.

"Yay! Thanks Danny!" Elle had returned and opened the door to the backroom to grab some fresh plates and loading them up with sweets.

"Anything I can get for you, sir?" Danny asked Alfred.

"Just an Earl Gray. Or an Early Grave as you call it on the menu." Alfred said.

***

Elle presents a variable buffet of sweets to the boys. She really meant it when she said eat themselves sick.

The menu had no shortage of available snacks:

Tombstone Tarts – Mini fruit tarts with gravestone-shaped pastry toppers. (Jazz's pick)

Phantom Opera Cake – Layers of dark chocolate and coffee mousse with a smoky glaze.(Save a slice for Danny's SPECIAL guest (Jazz STOP)

Ethereal Cheesecake – A white chocolate cheesecake with a "foggy" vanilla glaze (You can just slap the word ethereal on things when you can't come up with something witty.) (Watch me)

Shadow Éclairs – Black cocoa éclairs filled with blood orange cream. (DANNY STOP EATING THE ORANGES) (no)

Soulful Scones – Charcoal scones served with berry jam and clotted cream.

Midnight Mocha Cupcakes – Chocolate cupcakes with espresso buttercream and a ghostly fondant topper. (Ew fondant)

Cemetery Soil – Chocolate pudding "dirt" with gummy worms and cookie gravestones. (Dani ate all the gummy worms again)

Wraith Cupcakes – Vanilla cupcakes with smoky gray frosting and sugar ghost toppers. (Dani's favorite)

Blackberry Bat Muffins – Dark muffins with blackberry compote and bat-shaped toppers. (Save some for that Cass girl)

Candied Skull Pops – Lollipops shaped like skulls in eerie colors.

Necropolis Nougat – Black and white nougat with bits of candied nuts and dried fruit. (Dan's favorite) (Weirdo)

Spirit’s Whisper Bark – White and dark chocolate bark with ghostly swirls and edible glitter.(please don't let Dani eat the glitter)

Moonlight Marshmallows – Homemade marshmallows in ghost or crescent moon shapes. (Danny's favorite)

Blood Velvet Rolls – Red velvet Swiss rolls filled with red cream cheese frosting. (Dan's favorite) (you can't have more than one favorite) (watch me)

Just like the rest of the menu there were comments going back and forth.

"The workers seem to argue constantly." Damian said bitting into a tart

Jon was making his way through the cake pops first.

"Well, we are family. We argue all the time but we don't mean it. Although I'm still mad they didn't like my dessert list." Elle sighed.

"Like what?" Damian asked.

"I had so many ideas like Eyeball pops filled with jelly, Bloody Bones white chocolate covered in raspberry syrup, or Maggot Macaroons with gummy worms in them," Elle said wiggling her fingers to mimic worms. "But Jazz said they were too gross sounding to sell. Humans have such weak stomachs."

Damian wanted to point out that Jon wasn't human and even he turned green. Damian on the other hand was intrigued. Elle was always entertaining to listen to.

The three enjoyed their snacks after Alfred finished his tea and took off.

Jon's Kryptonian appetite helped get through the bulk of it because Damian stopped short to not spoil his appetite.

This was wise since the Cafe preparing to switch to its bar setting with a more lively Jazz band and dinner menu.

Jon groaned at the thought of more food as he rested his face on the cool polished wood that smelled faintly of rose incense. He should have noticed by now that something as off but his stomach has been a major distraction. Had it been his father then who was trained to sense the issue the jig would have been up.

You see, they were the only mortals in the room.

Not one heartbeat could be heard. Jon should have known so much earlier when Elle managed to surprise him without her heart rate going up.

"Dani- I mean Elle?" A voice from the kitchen called.

A young woman with long red locks came into view. Her dress, a 50s style black tea-length poodle skirt. Instead of the usual poodle pattern on the hem, there was a white skeletal cat. She had on a pair of balck frilled short gloves. Other than her dress she wore an apron with a black ribcage design that matched the uniforms of the other workers/family members here. Her teal eyes softened when she saw Elle sitting with her friends

"Yeah, Jazz?" Elle asked.

"Do you still want to go on stage tonight or do you want to stay with your friends? And do you still want dinner?" Jazz asked in succession.

"I'm still going to do my set. And can I get carbonara and a glass of...um..." Elle struggled to find the word for the liquid that every undead in the area came here for. "My medicine."

Damian's ear picked up the hesitation in her voice.

"You take a perception?" Damian said perhaps a bit thoughtless since not everyone wants to talk about their medical issues. But he had never seen her take medicine at school and didn't know a medication that would be taken later in the day that wasn't also taken early.

"Kinda, it's something I have to take to keep living. But it like it, the juice I mean. You'd like it too but you don't need it. Dan is kinda stingy with who gets some. You types aren't allowed. Only members." Elle knew that this place was an open secret. It's not like they kept their ghostly nature secret. Everyone just thinks they are keeping up the theme while they were all completely serious. Besides lying isn't their nature.

Still, Elle wasn't being completely honest which isn't something that comes naturally to her. Bending the truth will have to do.

Damian let it go for now. He didn't need to know her medical history...yet.

Jon was taking a nap now anyways. Damian stole his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to the Kent family in case they wanted to know where Jonathan was.

Ellehad to change clothes into her uniform and grab her violin. It wasn't a surprise to Damian who knew she like music but he had never heard her play. Now she was on stage playing with the folk band as the guest clapped and danced.

Jazz brought out some food for them to eat while Danny traded places with a tall burly man who was definitely the eldest brother.

As Damian ate he listened to Elle play...well the band play but it was mostly Elle who he was listening for. He heard a familiar voice from behind his booth and when he looked over it was none other than Jason fucking Todd talking to the bartender. Talking? I meant failing miserably to flirt and having the tables turned on him easily.

[incorrectbatfam]

you know how Jesus is represented by wine and those communion wafers? (Or bread and water iykyk) Yeah so the question is what the batfamily would be represented by.

Dick: Powerade and pizza

Jason: Lazarus water and crowbars

Tim: Red Bull and embezzled cash

Damian: olive oil and pita bread

Duke: lemonade and grilled cheese

Cullen: Rockstar energy and Pez dispensers

Stephanie: milkshake and waffle fries

Cassandra: the souls of the innocent and two bagels

Barbara: green tea and chewing gum

Harper: engine oil and wood chips

Carrie: fruit punch and Girl Scout cookies

Kate: martini and batarangs

Helena: espresso and Biscoff

Luke: protein shake and Tic Tacs

Bette: pumpkin spice latte and granola bars

Alfred: Earl Gray and finger sandwiches

Selina: boxed wine and caviar on crackers

Bruce: flavorless electrolytes and credit cards

[lazycats-stuff]

Hey can I ask for a batbro reader who begged for a bird and finally got one but the bird ended up hating everyone except for reader and Alfred (he deserves it) and is super protective of reader to the point that it bites anyone other than Alfred who gets close to him and always cuddles with the reader.

Reader is a mama bird and just blames everyone but his bird, can you make it a green-cheeked conure because just look at how cute.

I'm not a bird person... But they are so damn adorable! The one on the left is smiling!😭 Animals are great and adorable... I won't use a gif for this fic. Also, this is short, but sitting too long in my drafts anyway. And, also got new glasses today! I can see everything in 4k. It's nuts lol.

Summary: (Y/N) has his birds. He is a mama bird.

Warnings: (Y/N) being mad, Earl the bird is a grumpy one.

For years on end, (Y/N) begged Bruce for a bird. He did everything he could to prove to Bruce that he was responsible enough for a bird. Everything. He learned everything there is to know about birds and how to take care of them. Especially with green cheeked conure because they are so damn adorable.

Bruce was hesitant. (Y/N) played the Damian card, saying Damian had all of his animals. Whenever Damian brought an animal it was all fine and nothing. (Y/N) couldn't even bring a damn bird home.

Bruce defended himself in saying that Damian's animals can't fly off and that taking care of birds and four legged animals. At this point, (Y/N) was ready to raise hell and blow the manor up with his rage. Why is a bird such a big deal?!

Bruce isn't an idiot and knows that (Y/N) is close to his breaking point and knew that (Y/N) would bring a bird in the house, sooner or later. So Bruce has devised a plan. He would get a green cheeked conure for (Y/N)'s birthday. (Y/N) has proven himself over the years to be responsible.

(Y/N) was still pissed when his birthday came around, ready to ignore Bruce all day if needed. And when the celebration rolled around, (Y/N) was mad when he came into the living room, more so when Bruce was all smiles.

" I know you and I have been at odds for a while due to you wanting a bird. " Bruce started and (Y/N) crossed his arms, making Bruce smirk. " But, I saw how responsible you are in the last few years and well, your bird is here. " Bruce said, just as Alfred brought a cage in with a gorgeous greened cheek conure.

(Y/N) was speechless before hugging Bruce tightly, saying thank you again and again so fast that Bruce laughed, turning (Y/N) to walk to the cage. Alfred put the cage on the table and (Y/N) opened the door, slowly reaching his hand towards the bird. The bird was a bit hesitant, but moved closer to the hand.

(Y/N) tried not to explode from the happiness, he couldn't startle the little bird, could he?

It has been a month since getting this bird and (Y/N) has named him Earl, since he was grumpy most of the time, just like an old man named Earl who hates kids playing outside. A grumpy old man in a bird's body. (Y/N) loved Earl and Earl loved (Y/N) too, allowing (Y/N) to put him on his shoulder.

Earl loved being on (Y/N)'s shoulder, chirping away and gently pecking (Y/N) with his beak. (Y/N) was over the moon ever since his birthday. He loved Earl and his grumpiness and finally wasn't mad at Bruce.

However...

Earl became protective of (Y/N), even refusing to let anyone get close to his owner. Alfred was the only exception. Earl would bite anyone who would come near (Y/N), making them yelp. Jason was mad, glaring at Earl who almost, seemingly, glared back at him. The two were rivals. Damian has decided to somehow win Earl over, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

Dick and Tim thought briefly about getting rid of Earl, but (Y/N) would lose his shit about it and being murdered by him. Because (Y/N) would do it. They would be dead the moment he would find out and the manor would go kaboom, taking out everyone in it.

And Earl was fully aware of the fact that (Y/N) would protect him. It was comical to see (Y/N) blame his brothers for doing something to his bird, even when Earl was faking it. The boys saw that Earl was smarter and Jason once said that there is a human in that bird body.

Earl recently, however, did something that nearly made (Y/N) explode. Earl managed to fake an injury. He was walking with his wing, as if that wing was in pain and somehow injured. (Y/N) knew that none of his brothers would ever do something to injure Earl.

But he was still mad about it.

But when he saw Earl faking it, it was shocking. He never saw anything like that and he realized that he needed to have some sort of higher IQ to manage to do something like this.

Alfred, the only person that Earl allowed near (Y/N), laughed his ass off when he heard it. He didn't know that birds could be that smart. Bruce on the other hand, questioned why he got the damn bird.

Sure, it was to make his son happy, but still. He didn't expect Earl to be so connected to him, but connections with humans and animals are often strong and Bruce in all honesty, should have seen it coming. It's always one person and maybe a bonus person that an animal respects, loves and protects and the rest are in danger from being pecked by an animal. In this case, it's Earl.

Bruce still didn't understand the name Earl. Sure, the bird might be a grumpy one, but, he wouldn't question (Y/N) and his choice. But that bird does have a beak on him.

But Bruce doesn't regret it in the slightest. Seeing his son happy is the best thing he could ask for. And he wouldn't change that for the life of him. Even if it meant that Earl would hate them forever.

[orionremastered]

Anon here! I just saw that your requests are open for Batfam? If you’re still taking requests can you do a regency era Damian Wayne x reader. If you don’t want to do Damian I wouldn’t mind any of the batboys!

xxx

I am always taking requests (they're for my sanity) except for the next three days because I'm on a plane, busy, or sleeping :/

(for this fic, they are Bruce's biological kids) (not completely historically accurate. like at all. but i tried)

Masterlist

Jason Todd x (probably fem due to the law back then unless you want to dream that being gay was allowed in 1817 (some sources also state that lesbianism was never illegal, but I don't know for sure. Just found it interesting))!Reader

Regency Era AU

The poor man is being swarmed by potential— and in all honesty, very desirable— women and their family members who are desperate to introduce the most suitable option for his wife from their family line. Constantly ignoring beginnings of phrases such as "this is the honourable—" and "perhaps you would like to be introduced to my lovely daughter—", and with each one his jaw ticked.

You hide your smile behind your fan, gazing at him from across the ballroom. It is the marriage season and your childhood friend clearly hated it. But that was expected of him as the second son of Bruce Wayne, Duke of York and member of the royal family. Especially since the duke's eldest, Marquess Richard, had recently married a young woman, Marchioness Barbara.

Locking eyes with the green you have known for so long, you tap the top of your open fan. I wish to talk to you.

With abundant relief, he shoos off one particularly frustrating Earl and almost rushes to be by your side. "Thank you," he says sincerely, a smile stretching his face.

"Why do you not wish to talk to them?" you inquire, Jason's smile dropping subsequently. "They are fine young women, after all."

"They're boring," he sighs, "I do not wish to be married to someone who's personality is dull."

"They're not dull," you chide, and he raises a brow. "They are just taught to be agreeable and respectful, my Lord."

"If I asked them about my theory of a novel I am reading, they would simply say, 'Well if you think so, it must be true' and not..."

"Something like I'd say?"

"Exactly."

You suspect it's a common theme with the Waynes; they're seemingly more inclined to look for a spouse that challenges their opinions and joins them in their love of science— the recently wedded Wayne couple bonded over their love of physics, in fact. A quality like that in a women was usually seen as undesirable.

When you were younger and your father made you visit the Waynes, you learned about sciences that your father would've frowned upon; even the daughters, though there were only two, enjoyed the conversations like you did. With Jason and the youngest son, Damian, you would have lengthy conversations about the novels you were reading altogether; these conversations happened so often that their father was tired of having three copies of every novel he owned.

"I have an idea," Jason says, straightening to his full height beside you— tall enough for you to need to tilt your head up if you wanted to look him in the eyes (you always did— something that beautiful was designed to be looked at). "What if you and I get married?"

"You can't be serious."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

You consider him for a moment— you really do— and see no sign of a lie or joke behind his offer. And now that you think about it, it wouldn't be terrible. It was better than your father marrying you off to some old man you didn't know.

Or weren't attracted to.

"Usually there's a dance or two before the proposal," you point out almost teasingly, "And then courtship. For at least a few months. Don't forget, a man should dance with multiple women before deciding who he wishes to wed—"

"Fine," he sighs, rolling his eyes. Yet a small grin remains on his face. "Would you like to dance, then?"

"Hmm, let me think—"

Jason pointedly fake-yawns while playfully glaring your way.

"I would appreciate a dance, yes." And with that, he leads you to the centre of the ballroom, passing his father who watches the two of you with confusion as you begin to dance.

"Are they—"

"Relax, dear," his wife Selina interrupts while lightly leaning against him, also watching the two of you dance, a smile on both of your faces as you whisper quiet yet teasing words to each other. "Don't tell me you couldn't see it before?"

Her husband's silence answers for him.

[batchilla]

Fata Morgana Chapter Three - A Choice Made

Roman Sionis, being of a family as old as your own, is a marvellous dancer. You can’t help but grant him that, at least. “You dance well.” You say to break the silence. “Easily done, with a partner as skilled and beautiful as yourself, Princess. Though you seemed a good deal happier dancing with the Captain.” You raise an eyebrow and take a breath as you move your shoulders in anticipation of the game, and how aggressively the Earl wishes to play it. Part of you is almost happy. You often scheme, play the innocent doe eyed ninny. To be openly called on your behaviour is thrilling as it is off putting.

“Captain Todd-Wayne is a dear friend. I imagine you, more than most of the gentry must have been thrilled by his return. You served with him at the Battle of Arkham did you not?” Roman tilts his head “I did not serve, my place was in the advisory tent. But yes, we indeed were both present on that glorious day.” “A day that served you most … auspiciously then, as a man who never took up the sword.” As your partner waltzes you around the room in a twirling pattern with your fellow dancers, he laughs, deep and from the chest. “Indeed I did. Though I do try not to brag about it. Pride, they say, goes before the fall.” 

He can’t help but feel grateful. It would not do to break down so publicly. He only hoped no one had seen his brother escort him aside. That his princess had been too wrapped up in her new fiance to notice. “Jason?” his brother asks, pressing a stemmed glass into his hands, which he drinks without hesitation. “Don’t fall in love.” He says with a humourless laugh. “And not with someone above your station.” Tim just looked at him. Often Jason hated that look Tim fixed people with. As though he was a sheet of tax information for the local peasantry. As though all his problems and fears and ambitions and joys were simple data that while he could never make complete sense of where to his little brother completely obvious. Once, there was a time Jason would have thought he hated Tim. He’d never felt the Duke loved him as he had the others. Dick, the heir who had come to the Duke through great tragedy, and became a golden example of the Wayne name. Then him. He’d been robbing the stables. He’d expected to lose his hand. He’d been taken in by a man spiralling, in need of a project. He’d been given status, education, all the things that by birth he’d never ought to have. Then he’d given him a sword and sent him away. 

He’d taken in Tim. A boy of noble birth who he’d always seemed, in Jason’s eyes, one he’d always favoured. Then the bastard. Jason had no personal objections to young Damian - at least not by reason of his birth. He owed his mother … everything. But death - because he had died, surely, that day - had a way of giving perspective. 

Damn the Duke's favour - his brothers were his brothers. “Her Highness?” Tim says, that analysing look falling away to sympathy. “Her Highness.” He concurs. “If I may… While you may not be the heir… you are a war hero. Our father would surely grant funds in your name enough to persuade the King. You could be wed.” “She’s engaged.” Jason manages, the words poison in his throat. “Except … there’s been no such announcement. Not yet. Deals, maybe. But no formal engagement. There is—-” “Roman Sionis will not take well to a slight so great.” “Why do you care so deeply about the opinion of Sionis?” “In truth… I have no proof. But whatever happened to me, I fear he was its mastermind.” Tim’s expression darkens. “I’ll see what I can uncover. But you have to understand… It's been so long now. If no witness came forward then, it’s unlikely I’ll get far.” “I know. But if he does manage to wed her…” Jason shakes his head. “There’s not a damn thing I can do to save her from this.” He fights a laugh, not of humour but of despair. 

“And the worst thing is, I could have. True, I’m not worthy of her. She deserves someone better. Someone softer and kinder and untainted by atrocities. But at least if it were me I’d know she was safe. She was loved. Because… unworthy as I am, content as I ought be to be her shield and her sword… I love her. And she’s trapped with that fucking SCOUNDREL, and I can’t do a damn thing about it and maybe once I could have but it’s too late—-” His rant is cut short by Tim crushing his ribs into a hug. “It likely is.” he acknowledges “but give me a chance to see what I can do.”

As your partner waltzes you around the room in a twirling pattern with your fellow dancers, he laughs, deep and from the chest. “Indeed I did. Though I do try not to brag about it. Pride, they say, goes before the fall.” You smile in return, and it does not meet your eyes. From his smug tone, lack of respect for your station or for the Captain, ostentatious suit, and general air, this is the least humble man you have beheld with the lone exception of your father. But ego on its own is a failing you could live with in a future husband. What you could not live with was the cruelty in his eyes, in his toothed smile and too strong grip. What you can not live with is the fact that Captain Todd-Wayne had been dancing nearby until a mere few moments ago… until something had terrified him. He stands stone like, staring at the Earl. You trip, tearing the hem of your dress on your heel “oh. Oh my how silly of me. If you would kindly excuse me my lord… If you could accept such a clumsy partner at the next ball I would gladly make it up, but I ought to exit before anyone notices.” The Earl kisses your hand in parting. “But of course, but of course. How can I complain to have the choicest of partners on yet another occasion?”. You cannot afford to go to Jason’s side. The scandal would be unavoidable then. But still, you are glad to see a young man with the Wayne’s distinctly black hair. Even for one who adopted his heirs, the Duke Wayne had managed that many of his brood resembled him. One Mister Drake-Wayne, you believed. Either way, you had work to do. The two people you cared for and trusted most closely in all the world feared this man. You needed to discover the why. And more importantly then why was the how. Stephanie, her quarrel with him you never knew. Captain Todd-Wayne is not a man who fears easily, and he fears Sionis. You slip out of the ballroom with a whisper to a footman that you need to retire, and not to allow concern should your parents enquire. You can’t afford to panic. You need to think. Roman Sionis had been present at Arkham the day the Captain disappeared. He had directly benefited from that disappearance. That on its own was fortune. But add to the evidence the Captains fear? The earl had done something to your beloved. As you venture back into the corridors of the palace with each step your walk becomes ever closer to a run, until you are running indeed. You lift your skirts, the back of your skirt trailing behind you as you race deeper and deeper into the castle. Golden light from the torches lining the walls bathes your skin and casts dramatic shadows. You have to hurry. You figure you have ten minutes from when you left the ball before Sir Rayner, your guard on duty noticed you had fled. Or, if Sir Todd recovered before then, he’d alert the castle guards at once. Ten minutes till your absence was noted, maybe five more till you were caught if you can keep this pace.  Because you refuse. You refuse. You will not be petals in the wind a second more. You are a hurricane. And god himself can’t protect those who’d try to control your path. 

Fate be damned, illusions and hope could go… could … could go fuck themselves.

You were in charge. And you were getting married.

And you would choose your own goddamn groom. If you read this far, reblog. taglist:

@jasontoddproblems

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@love-theangel

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Honestly not entirely thrilled with this one, but I was at the point where if I couldn't post this chapter the series would rot and never be completed as I procrastinated and lost motivation. So. Here it is.

[clairebear5510]

Batfam music head cannon

Look, i know we all have our prefrences but.... mine are correct.

Richard Grayson: dinks playlist is totally filled with 2000's trashy thot pop. You'll be hearing fergie, probably some nelly furtado, DEFFINETLY brittany. His favorite song on his playlist is most likely kelly clarksons 'since you been gone' (He has been caught on multiple occasions singing these loudy on patrol)

Jason Todd: i see jason as a metal, or more gurngey listener. deffiently some for of "dad music" as i like to call it. Slipknot, Pearl jam, Nonpoint.His favorite being probably alice in chains. lots and lots of angst.

Tim Drake: Tim is a loser, or atleast.. new 52 tim. so part of me likes to think hes a video game music guy, he deffiently knows all of my ordianry life. But for the sake of cannon id say he listens to rap, like most white rich boys. Frank ocean, earl sweatshirt, Steve Lacy, and lets throw in some freddie dread.

Damian Wayne: Damian honestly doesnt listen to much music, if he is its going to be some kind of shity bollywood song. Courtesy of dick. sheila ki jawani being his favorite. Listening to it in the shower, humming it during missions, this or balam pichkari.

Stephanie Brown: Though shell never admit it, she LOVES taylor swift. Big speak now girl (for obvious reasons) she also dabbles in pheobe bridgers, and beleive it or not a lot of blur! like alot of blur.

Cassandra Cain: Cass has the most badass music tatse, ranging from gutteral scream death metal to mellow gothy music. Shes the only kid bruce *willingly* lets play music in the batmobeal. She loves depeche mode, the cure, morbid angel, and behemoth.

*Brucie* Wayne: Jazzy, swingy, Suave, party music. brucie loves a good frank senatra track. Big fan of Lady gagas more jazz like album "Love for sale". But Bruce wayne? bruce wayne listeners to weezer. Dad rock, like jason. except alot less cool. Phish, Beck, Ween. and he loves the same stuff as cass so throw in some metal and gothy shit and youve got bruce waynes playlist.

[pepperf]

Whilst I fully get tumblr's bias towards artists, I've been side-eyeing the whole Jonathan Yeo speculation--because yes, on the whole, people in the arts DO tend to be lefty, good people, etc, but it's not always the case. Official portraiture, in particular, tends to be the most Establishment-friendly of all the arts, attracting the kind of artists who are technically very talented, but who also have no inclination to rock the boat and are very happy to schmooze with those in power.

I know next to nothing about Jonathan Yeo, but on a little digging, I found:

He's the son of a Tory MP and is good friends with the Earl of Snowdon.

He's known for a painting of Tony "war criminal" Blair that made him look as tragic and sympathetic as possible.

He's also done chummy portraits of David "pigfucker" Cameron, Camilla (when she was still Duchess of Cornwall), Prince "massive racist" Philip, and Rupert Murdoch.

The notorious porn collage of George Bush was (allegedly) after a an official commission was approved and then withdrawn, so - fit of pique? Who knows. He also did a porn collage of Lucian Freud, which, given that he's often cited as Freud's natural successor in the world of big name British portrait artists, is a little rude.

On the other hand, if you know anything about Damian Hirst, you would know that he must have LOVED to be painted with his crotch in your face, looking like Henry VIII. Dude is a knob.

No one in Yeo's position is going to imply that a D-Day veteran is a war criminal. Just. Full stop. No.

Furthermore, his whole schtick seems to be to paint the background to match the outfit, in a kind of weird, matchy-matchy, interior decor style that I personally find meaningless.

Chas chose to wear his beloved Welsh Guards uniform, which is a lurid, bright red. Whatever else Yeo did, red was always going to be the dominant colour of that painting. The butterfly was apparently his idea, too, because he thinks he's some kind of eco-warrior.

Yes, Yeo has painted Malala Yousafzai, and Idris Elba, and Kristin Scott Thomas, and Baroness Doreen Lawrence, and lots of other worthy people, too - it's his job, he's a portraitist.

If you want my opinion, the impression that Chas is swimming in buckets of blood or burning in hellfire is something the artist did not intend. Don't ask me how he didn't look at it and think, hmm, that's a little on the nose - maybe he'd thought too much about colour theory, too, idk. Judging by his past history, he's probably enjoying the attention rather than being mortified. Or maybe that was partly the intention. Just don't give him too much credit for being intentionally subversive.

But absolutely do keep reading into that painting as the indictment of British royal power that it ought to be; it's pissing off both the royals and the royalists, and I hope it burns, every time Chas has to see it.

[toulousewayne]

Batfamily Shenanigans:Head-canons Pt: 1

Bruce eat Peanut Butter from the jar and it drives Alfred mad. Has a kid it was the only thing that calmed Bruce down after his parents,but as an adult he still does it.

Bruce cannot cook in the kitchen, but he can grill just about anything and does it with minimal effort.

Dick, Bruce,Alfred,Steph and Duke are right handed. While, Babs, Jason, Damian, and Kate are left handed. Tim is ambidextrous. Damian hates it.

Damian is vegetarian, Dick and Babs will try different restaurants with him and some of Dick’s new favorite takeout is a vegan and vegetarian Asian restaurant in Uptown.

Alfred prefers Earl Grey over any other tea.

Tim got his GED,at first the he didn’t want to tell anyone but Damian found his mail and told him he was proud. But threatened him if he breathed a word to the others.

Duke sometimes get overwhelmed during the day patrol and other bats sometimes will randomly come by to check on him.

Bruce to his credit was still getting hang of being a father with Jason and Dick. Tim was more of a partner at first, but later on he became his son. He really got improve and do better with Damian. He’s still trying but at least that counts.

Jason does have the white tuff, however after speaking with Talia and Damian he learns it’s not a result of the pit. And it’s actually Vitiligo.

Stephanie is actually allergic to eggs, put loves them so much that everyone just carries Benadryl. Cass keeps her EpiPen.

Duke is the best swimmer out of his siblings.

Kate does not like desserts, she doesn’t have a big sweet tooth. Bruce however is a Cookie Monster.

Babs has had LASIK however she still wears her glasses to not strain them while looking at monitors all the time.

Alfred the Cat, loves Tim’s room more because of his window. It gets the best sunrises and sunsets, he enjoys the warmth from it.

Ace prefers to set at Bruce’s feet in the cave. Bruce enjoys his company.

Cass and Dick have dance classes together in the ballroom. Dick is surprisingly good at Ballet.

Jason will eat his siblings leftovers. Tim will get him half his PB&J and Jason will devour it in seconds.

Talia used to make food with her mother has a little girl and did the same with Damian. He tries to teach Bruce some of his favorite food. Poor Bruce isn’t very good at it but the enjoy the bonding.

Cass can identify which of her brothers is the closest by their scents. Dick has a vanilla and cedarwood smell,Jason smells like Grapefruit and Amber, Tim smells like French lavender, Duke has a grapefruit and Patchouli scent, and Damian smells like cinnamon.

Barbara likes when Cass and Damian make her handmade jewelry over being bought stuff. She wears a gold locket Cass gifted her everyday. And has a ring and charm bracelet that Damian gave her for birthday. She never takes these off.

Tim is allergic to shellfish.

Bruce cannot stand strawberry jam, he prefers grape much to Alfred’s horror.

Stephanie will stack plates, silverware and cups like a server. It’s habit she got from her Mom and hates leaving a mess for Alfred or any other server to clean.

Jason has smoked from time to time. But will snap if he sees his little brothers do it. Jason will Mother Hen them to death.

Alfred is the best marksmen with long ranges guns, Jason is the best at versatile shooting and Barbara is the best firearm shot.

Cass,Steph are the same height, both are an inch taller than Tim, Duke is to inches taller then them.

Tim and Damian are the artist of the family. Damian prefers classic art, like oil paintings, pottery, and marble sculptures. Tim prefers modern art, photography, stone sculptures. Diana takes them to her art gallery on the weekends.

Bruce is the slowest to text back, Jason and Damian ignore texts if they’re not emergencies,Tim emails the fastest, the only good testers are Steph, Duke, and Barbara. Dick will ignore your text and FaceTime you to ask you to repeat the question instead and Cass prefers a phone call.

[thegeneralreturns]

So how did 2024 go movie-wise?

Of the eighty-or-so movies that came to streaming, home video, or Iowa theaters that I could see before the first Saturday of 2025...

THE TEN BEST FILMS OF THE YEAR: 1. Strange Darling (Directed by JT Mollner) 2. I Saw the TV Glow (Directed by Jane Schoenbrun) 3. Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga (Directed by George Miller) 4. Nosferatu (Directed by Robert Eggers)/Oddity (Directed by Damian McCarthy) (tie) 5. Conclave (Directed by Edward Berger) 6. A Real Pain (Directed by Jesse Eisenberg) 7. The Outrun (Directed by Nora Fingscheidt) 8. Challengers (Directed by Luca Guadagnino) 9. The Substance (Directed by Coralie Fargeat) 10. The Beekeeper (Directed by David Ayer)

THE FIVE WORST FILMS OF THE YEAR: 1. AfrAId (Directed by Chris Weitz) 2. We Live in Time (Directed by John Crowley) 3. Borderlands (Directed by Eli Roth) 4. Red One (Directed by Jake Kasdan) 5. Tarot (Directed by Spenser Cohen and Anna Halberg)

BEST DIRECTION: Jane Schoenbrun - I Saw the TV Glow Runner-up: George Miller - Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga

BEST SCREENPLAY: Megan Park - My Old Ass Runner-up: JT Mollner - Strange Darling

BEST LEAD PERFORMANCE: Nicholas Hoult - Juror #2 Runner-up: Willa Fitzgerald - Strange Darling

BEST SUPPORTING PERFORMANCE: Ariana Grande - Wicked Runner-up: John Earl Jelks - Exhibiting Forgiveness

BEST STUNT ENSEMBLE AND COORDINATION: The Shadow Strays Runner-up: Monkey Man

BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY: Jarin Blaschke - Nosferatu Runner-up: Galo Olivares - Alien: Romulus

BEST EDITING: Jesse Goldsmith - Here Runner-up: Stephan Bechinger - The Outrun

BEST PRODUCTION DESIGN: Colin Gibson - Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga Runner-up: Nathan Crowley - Wicked

BEST COSTUME DESIGN: Linda Muir, David Schwed - Nosferatu Runner-up: David Crossman, Janty Yates - Gladiator II

BEST VISUAL EFFECTS: Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes Runner-up: Twisters

BEST MAKEUP: The Substance Runner-up: Terrifier 3

MOST UNDERRATED FILM (in which I cannot imagine anyone not liking them): Horizon: An American Saga - Chapter One (Directed by Kevin Costner) Runner-up: Trap (Directed by M. Night Shyamalan)

MOST OVERRATED FILM (in which I have a hard time fathoming why anyone recommends them as highly as they do): The Wild Robot (Directed by Chris Sanders) Runner up: Emilia Perez (Directed by Jacques Audiard)

MOST OVERHATED FILM (in which I get why people don't like them, but come on, now, you're just being childish): Madame Web (Directed by SJ Clarkson) Runner-up: The Crow (Directed by Rupert Sanders)

[delusionalmultifandomwriter]

Batfamily Caffeine HC

requested?: no

My Batfam obsession is going on so enjoy!

HC: What kind of caffeine does the Batfam consume?

Bruce drinks plain black coffee, no sugar, no creamer. Even at Starbucks he will order plain black coffee. He will never consume energy drinks, maybe occassionally a black tea.

Dick has a sweet tooth. He prefers coke or energy drinks. If he drinks coffee he will fill up that cup with cinnamon creamer. You can imagine Tim shaking his head in the back.

Jason prefers tea. He is the type of guy to drink earl grey tea or matcha. He will occasionally drink coffee but never cheap one. Jason is someone to celebrate his coffee. Opposite to that, he will drink the cheapest energy drinks there are and just chug them down if he needs the effect fast.

Tim. We all know Tim is a caffeine addict™️. He drinks regular coffee in large quantities. If it is a bad day, he will switch to Death Wish Coffee (500mg caffeine per cup) and have two. Alfred regulary hides the coffee beans from him to avoid Tim having a heart attack. He drinks Iced Americano at Starbucks and has at least once tried to brew his coffee with an energy drink instead of water. Tim has no survival instinct when it comes to his caffeine intake.

Babara takes her coffee with creamer and sugar. She prefers vanilla flavoured or drinks cinnamon like Dick. She will occasionally drink energy drinks but only high quality ones. She is the one in the fam that has her caffeine intake under control the most.

Steph is a sucker for Starbucks seasonal coffee. She is a pumpkin spice girl and awaits every autumn with heart eyes. She drags Tim to Starbucks every year when PSL season starts. Peppermint flavour for Winter Season is also fine by her. She prefers fancy coffee and stocked up one of the kitchen cabinets at Wayne Manor with different flavours of Barista syrup.

Cass is that kind of person that takes caffeine pills. She will also chug down black coffee, not that she likes the taste. She consumes it for the effect only. Sometimes she is even worse than Tim.

Duke prefers energy drinks. He is not picky with the flavours, i believe he prefers the regular flavour. I dont see him consuming a lot of caffeine, he mainly does it because being a vigilante messes with your sleep schedule and, like everyone, he is always running low on sleep.

Damian is a kid, a trained assassin, but also a kid. He probably has a big sweet tooth, i see him drinking fruity frappucinos. He will sip his strawberry cream frappucino while Tim is fighting with the Barista over adding seven shots of espresso to his Vanilla Latte. Damian also drinks hot chocolate, he will probably drink coffee when he gets older. I believe he will develope similar preferences as Stephanie.

Alfred drinks tea. Good british black tea. It also is ridiculously expensive but that is not a problem if you are the butler of Bruce Wayne himself. He sometimes celebrates tea time with Jason when he is around.

[folliesandfolderols]

Recently returned to England from an extended Grand Tour, the Honorable Timothy Drake is immediately called to Stephanie Brown’s aid. To help his childhood companion, the alpha must once again don the disguise he left behind on his travels and play highwayman to recover a family heirloom. However, omega Lord Damian Wayne, the intended victim of Tim’s robbery scheme, is hardly one to simply allow his belongings to be ransacked by a common criminal. From the moment they meet, sparks fly between the two. And soon, their worlds become even more entangled, for the Duke of Gotham has invited Tim to court his youngest son. Now Tim must please a notoriously difficult omega while still working to secretly reclaim Stephanie’s property. As Tim finds himself ever more intrigued, he knows that at some point his deception must be revealed. If only he could find the right way to bare his heart to Lord Damian...

Pairing: Tim Drake/Damian Wayne Rating: Teen Words: 27,566

This is my fourth and final fic for TimDami Week 2024! Written for the December 2 prompts "Omegaverse | Identity Porn."

Excerpt under the cut.

The Honorable Timothy Drake checked once more to be certain his mask covered his face and adjusted his grip on his pistol. This wasn’t the first time he’d played highwayman, though it would be the last if all went well tonight. It was the first occasion upon which he’d engaged in such nocturnal pursuits within a day’s ride of London. He’d be damned if his mother caught wind of it at this late date.

Not that the Earl of Bellingham had cared to know what her son and heir did while out of her sight until fairly recently. Raising children was omegas’ work. As long as Tim showed up when summoned and made the appropriate noises until he could escape, Jack Drake considered himself an exemplary parent, and Tim did nothing to disabuse him of the notion, so Janet Drake had been satisfied. However, Tim was lately returned from an extensive voyage, and both his parents were paying closer attention than usual.

His gelding, Redbird, shifted restlessly beneath him and whickered. Tim ran a soothing hand down the proud curve of his chestnut neck. His tack, padded and painted black, made no sound and reflected no light in the full moon. Another risk he’d chosen to take tonight: Redbird could be recognized by someone familiar with his mother’s stable. His blaze was currently covered with a harmless temporary dye Tim had concocted himself to match the rest of his coat, as were his two stockings, but his lines were memorable to anyone with an eye for horseflesh. Fortunately the Bellingham stables were significantly more depleted than they’d been a decade before, and attracted far less interest from outsiders.

Redbird danced to the side a few steps, letting Tim know his impatience with all the standing. He always grew more recalcitrant when Tim approached his ruts, as if the predator within his body signaled the horse to avoid becoming prey. He’d kept his mount fresh and now must pay the price while awaiting his target.

In the distance, a thunderous rumble heralded the well-sprung carriage of the Duke of Gotham, currently making the long journey to Town from his sprawling Yorkshire country estate. Despite the duke’s reputation for dissipation, His Grace would never have traveled on a Sunday. No, this would be his son, Lord Damian Wayne, flouting his reputation as half a foreigner and a whole heathen. Tim preferred circumspection, himself, but he understood the desire to thumb one’s nose at gossip by embracing the accusations. Traveling at night, however, was a particularly foolhardy course of action, as Lord Damian was about to find out.

The heavy cloud cover thinned just enough for Tim to catch a glimpse of Miss Stephanie Brown’s pale skin on the opposite side of the road, mostly hidden under the dark plain clothes they’d both donned for tonight’s exercise in idiocy. She rode a mare so black she nearly appeared purple in the shadows overlaying her coat. Ricochet technically belonged to Bellingham, but Stephanie’s mother managed the country estate’s home farm, and Stephanie herself had as good as raised the animal.

Steph gave Tim a nod of acknowledgement and lifted her pistol, reins gathered in her free hand.

The coach rounded the bend, black with gold appointments muted in the darkness of the night. Tim tapped his spurs to Redbird’s sides. Delighted to finally be given permission to move, the gelding practically leapt to the center of the road and spun in a pirouette just to show off. Stephanie drew abreast of him. Together, they leveled their pistols at the rapidly approaching team of horses and yelled, “Stand and deliver!”

The coach didn’t even slow.

“Tim, what shall we do should they refuse to stop?” Stephanie asked.

“Never worry.” Tim took aim and fired. The coachman’s hat went flying off his head into the night. His horses, a beautifully matched set of pure blacks, did their best to shy and rear at the noise, though their harness largely forbade it. Tim succeeded in his goal; they drew to a halt just before they would have run over their would-be robbers.

The coachman shook his head and called, “You’re mad, th’ both of you! Nowt but pain if you open th’ door. On tha’ own head be it.” The footman sitting next to him grinned without stirring a muscle.

Well, that was a first, as was the lack of armed guards. Tim didn’t dare look at his companion, but he did tuck his spent pistol away and bring out his sword before cantering forward to reach for the coach door.

Before he could open the latch, the door flew wide. He jerked back just in time to avoid being struck in the face, and Redbird stepped back too in startlement, thus saving him from the blade protruding from the inside of the carriage. A wave of frankincense scent poured from the coach, a common masking technique of high-society omegas.

“How pathetic,” purred a silky voice from the dark interior. Polished steel pointed straight at Tim’s nose, growing closer as the person holding the weapon slowly leaned out the door. “Though I must express my gratitude. This trip’s proven deadly dull. Killing you will enliven it considerably.”

Lord Damian disembarked from his carriage with a careless hop and advanced, blade at the ready.

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[incorrectbatfam]

Can you do the batfam as drinks they would order at 3 am in a hotel bar after crying?

Dick: the most colorful cocktail on the menu

Jason: earl gray vodka (courtesy of this post)

Tim: lemonade, extra crunchy

Damian: a juice box

Duke: Dr. Pepper

Cullen: a cup of crushed ice

Stephanie: orange soda in a champagne flute

Cassandra: chocolate milk

Barbara: Irish coffee

Harper: root beer

Carrie: an Oreo milkshake

Kate: one of those drinks for two

Alfred: a single absinthe shot

Selina: giving some love to the bottom-shelf wine

Bruce: overpriced whiskey

[we-ezer]

BLACK BUTLER X BATMAN AU 3

ciel is reborn as tim's twin but blind in the eye his contract was in. he grows up his parent's perfect son despite tim being older and technically the heir (with aid of his past life as an earl and businessman). ciel grows up learning about magic from any artifacts their parents bring back, looking for a way to summon sebastian again. then their parents die and tim and ciel are adopted by the waynes. drake industries is left to ciel. ciel knows about the batfam's identities from when tim would excitedly show him pictures he took when they were young. ciel was also present at the flying grayson's last show but didn't react to their death. tim has a pic of both of them with a young grayson family.

the batfam assumes ciel doesn't know and ciel likes it that way so he isn't involved in their drama. besides he still has asthma and isn't suited for that life despite his extensive knowledge in the supernatural. tim will still hang out in his room tho and complain about them so he knows all the drama anyway. plus ciel likes having the excuse of not knowing to keep damian from stabbing his brother in front of him. ciel is rarely at home anyway, having helped out at the company from a young age he is always at work. they start commuting together when tim becomes ceo of wayne enterprises. tim and ciel eventually move out together when the murder attempts become too much when damian mistakes ciel for tim.

when dick refuses to believe tim about bruce being lost and not dead, tim and ciel set off on their own to gather evidence. when tim loses a spleen and is bleeding out in the desert, ciel performs a blood ritual to stabilize him, making it so that the health of one twin is split between them. it is just enough to save him, but tim gains a bit of a chronic cough after this from ciel's asthma.

eventually, ciel becomes john constantine's apprentice when he summons the wrong demon (incubus) with constantine attached. and naked. this makes ciel wish he was blind in both eyes.

[lebaronlordking]

Saturday Afternoon Reggae Show DJ LeBaron Lord King August 17, 2024 lebaron@kpoo.com

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[historyofglee]

On this day in 2011:

the cast of Glee attended the premiere of Glee: The 3D Concert Movie at the Regency Village Theatre in Westwood, California.

The premiere was attended by cast members Naya Rivera, Heather Morris, Dianna Agron, Ashley Fink, Lea Michele, Cory Monteith, Chris Colfer, Darren Criss, Jenna Ushkowitz, Kevin McHale, Chord Overstreet, Amber Riley, Harry Shum Jr., Josh Sussman, Romy Rosemont, Iqbal Theba, Jayma Mays, Charlotte Ross, Kent Avenido, Dot-Marie Jones, Max Adler, and James Earl III, Warblers Jaymz Tuaileva, Riker Lynch, Curt Mega, Jon Hall, and Titus Makin, and Glee Project cast members Samuel Larsen, Damian McGinty, Cameron Mitchell, Lindsay Pearce, Alex Newell, and Hannah McIalwain.