#Here ya go op!

[cinnamon-does-wacky-shit]

It has been more years than Bruce could count since that awful day. Hungover like something dreadful and waking up in another house, it was just an average morning for brucie Wayne. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was forgetting something. Stumbling back to Wayne manor, he got greeted Alfred,

“master Bruce, it appears you have a break in your schedule today”

that was it. No parties, no dates, nothing to distract him from his grief.

“uhh, Alfred, is there anything going on today? Something to do maybe?” “it seems there is a circus in town this will master Bruce”

There it was. his escape for the day, it would be good to do something different for a change.

“well then, I think I will go to that!” Bruce says cheerfully. After getting dressed and washed up, he goes to see what this circus would entail.

the show had been pretty standard so far, clowns, lion tamer, the whole thing. That was, until the flying graysons came on.

they were breathtaking, Bruce had never seen anything like it! The trio was certainly something to remember!

that was, until everything went wrong.

screams were heard all around him, and all Bruce could do was stare at the bodies. Dead on the ground. Just like his parents.

He was pulled out of his trance by a small tug on his suit jacket. It made sense, everyone knew brucie Wayne was one of the most friendly guys in Gotham. But he couldn’t take his eyes off of this miniature version of himself. Black, curly hair messed up and bright blue eyes puffy with tears. Just like him on that dreadful day. He couldn’t leave the boy, he just couldn’t.

Before either of them knew what was going on, Bruce picked up the boy and carried him out, mumbling comforting words to him.

Bruce scurried underneath his new ward as he swung on the chandlers, “Dick! Get down from there!” He called out, getting only giggles as a response. He couldn’t help but smile, his son was still an acrobatic though and through.

you couldn’t imagine the panic that he felt when Dick didn’t come downstairs for breakfast one morning. The terror filled him as he rushed through the manor, calling his sons name, and only pausing for breath. Anger boiled in Bruce when he found a small note, signed by someone named talon. He had only a vague memory of people mentioning the court of owls, but if they took his son, they would find a force to be reckoned with.

After a small search in the basement, he made a mask and armored suit, he couldn’t have his reputation ruined now.

Bruce was so glad he worked out often and knew how to fight, because getting to his son would have been a lot harder without it. He nearly cried when he got reunited with dick, holding him tightly as if he were going to get kidnapped again.

This kind of thing was starting to happen too often. They just saw his son as only a bargaining chip, and he had to don the cape and cowl more and more frequently. One night, when he was patrolling the streets and searching for his ward, he saw a familiar figure in an alleyway. It was wearing the colors of the flying graysons, and the way they flipped and moved was all too familiar.

It couldn’t be

Bruce’s jaw hung agape as he saw this vigilante fighting criminals, and he was surprisingly good at it too. Then, when they took a hit to their face, the voice that cried out in pain was one that Bruce knew all too well. these men, the criminals.

They were hurting his baby boy.

In fit of rage and protectiveness, Bruce made short work of these criminals. Only a few months ago he would be drunk on booze at some party, he nearly didn’t recognize himself. “Dick! Are you hurt? How long have you been doing this? Why have you not told me?” The questions come out all at once,

“Well, I saw some people in trouble and I couldn’t just let them get hurt, so…” The young boy trails off. Bruce couldn’t stay mad at him

“ok, but promise me you won’t do it again, ok dickie-bird?” I don’t want you to get hurt” to which dick nods in response.

of course he went out as Robin again. The little scoundrel snuck out and was once again putting himself in harms way. Bruce panics internally as he fumbled the batsuit on. Over the months he had improved it from the simple mask and makeshift armor that he had originally made, since they all kept getting damaged or destroyed one way or another. He faced his son in his bright green and red suit,

“dick. I know you won’t stop saving people. Please, just let me be with you when you do… I-I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt, or worse…” Bruce begs dick, who nods in response

“yeah. I could do that” he says with a smile. The duo then starts their patrol together, the first of many.

In some AU out there I like to think there’s a Batman that started out as more “Brucie” the playboy bachelor than self made fighting machine. A Bruce Wayne who was actually more accustomed to throwing epic parties than punching bad guys. A Bruce that tried to drown his grief in every pleasure the world has to offer… until he finds his Robin.

Dick Grayson who comes from the same type of tragedy, only he doesn’t have a billion dollars (or a father figure like Alfred) to fall back on.

This little kid who wants to take on the mob personally - is now targeted by kidnappers who want Bruce’s money - and is suffering from a complete lack of self preservation and the innate compulsion to swing from every chandelier in Bruce’s home.

This kid, who some people in Gotham’s high society look upon with a predatory gaze and whisper things like ‘Talon’ and ‘Court of Owls’ and a dozen other things that Bruce isn’t sure about…. But Dick has nothing and no one and Bruce HAS to step up and be there for him.

So Brucie, with his years of marital arts training (because he still loves his fitness and the ability to defend himself) has to quickly become someone who’s able to protect this kid. Everyone in Gotham thinks Bruce has matured and settled down because he’s a father now - and they aren’t Wrong per se but really - when your kid is that much of a daredevil/trouble magnet, a Bat-themed vigilante gets born out of necessity because Robin was going to go fight the darkness with or without Bruce’s help.

Just imagine a ‘Brucie’ who wants to forget his grief through partying more than punching criminals … and then imagine how that partying DILF becomes BATMAN - born from protective love instead of long held grief.

[braisedhoney]

Draw your favorite ghost! Mine's Ember.

“That would be me. Surprise.”

(ayyy flaming hair favs club :D)

[emil1863]

I'm still not over episode 1015....

ref pic

[battystims]

davekat stimboard~ for anon

♥️ ♠️ ♥️ / [🐦‍⬛] [🖊️] [🦀] / ♥️ ♠️ ♥️

[abortedfetusgummy]

SEND ME PHOTOS OF YOUR PET BUGS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

[flaphack]

don’t really post art here but here’s a new painting that i’m really proud of + the reference pic!!

[spaceistheplaceart]

Body Swap - How Do I Talk Like That? Part One

can you tell I got a little lazy on this one? aha

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Summarized ID: Reigen cleans up his appearance and tries to teach Mob about customer service. It makes Mob nervous and he's not quite getting it. Then, the customer comes in.

FULL ID UNDER CUT:

(I'll be referring to Reigen in Mob's body as Reigen and Mob in Reigen's body as Mob.)

A short compilation of Reigen fixing his appearance. He brushes his hair to the side, buttons up his PJ shirt, rolls up his sleeves, and sprays some deodorant under his arms. Then, he comes out of the bathroom and asks: "Well? How do I look?" Mob is reading a book at his desk, and Dimple is looking at Reigen.

Reigen stands with his arms out, waiting for a response. Dimple says: "You're still a kid in PJs, Reigen." Reigen looks to the side and clicks his teeth. "Tch."

He comes over to Mob, who is still reading a "how to" book. He leans over his shoulder. "So, you think you're getting the hang of it?" He asks.

Mob replies: "Not really. It looks complicated."

Reigen asks: "Which part?"

Mob points to a page, his finger is blocking some of the text. "Well... It says phrasing is important, and it ggives an example, but I don't see how this is rude."

The page reads: "Writing is very important. The key is nuance. How you phrase your sentences can make... difference between sounding... you care, and sounding like... of a jerk.

"You have to log out first."

"logging you should... that problem!"

Reigen puts a finger to his chin in thought. "Well, Mob, using 'you' in a request can sometimes be seen as rude, like you're ordering them around." He points to the page. "Also the tone of it. See how it's a period and not an exclamation? That makes it come off coldly."

Mob looks up at Reigen, sweating a bit. He's tense, but his expression is still stiff. He looks back down at the book. "Then, um... Tip #10 says to solve problems in new ways for each customer? I'm not sure I could exorcise spirits in..." He looks to the side, thinking. "Uh... for you to... I mean..."

Reigen interrupts: "Ignore that tip, we aren't doing that."

"Oh." Mob responds. There is a sweatdrop on his cheek. His eyes are a bit wider.

Reigen puts a hand on Mob's shoulder, his other gesturing as he speaks: "The main thing you gotta worry about today, Mob, is just trying to finish the sale. Be polite, figure out his problem, get the where and when... and then help him select a package! After that, It'll all fall into place."

Dimple says: "You're making him nervous."

Reigen leans over to look at Mob's face. He does indeed look a little nervous. Reigen asks: "You'll be fine. You've watched me work enough years, right?"

Dimple responds: "I don't think he's been taking notes, Reigen. He's got a whole life to worry about, why would he be watching YOU so intently?"

Reigen puts his hands on his hips. "Fine! Alright, alright, I'll just teach you a few things-- stepping stones, really. The basics."

He waves his hand. "Ok. Posture. Stand up, Mob."

Mob stands up. Reigen waves around his hand again, the other in his pocket. "Great! See, look at that, you're as straight as an arrow! Already, you've got a basic nailed down naturally!"

"Oh, Thank you, Master." Mob says.

"Now try giving your best smile!" Reigen beams, giving Mob an example of a nice smile. There are sparkles around him. The smile is cute! "Like this!" He says.

Mob tries to mimick it, but the smile is creepy. All his teeth are drawn in, and his eyes are squinted nearly shut. He's sweating and there's a wrinkle on the corner of his mouth. "This?"

Reigen looks unsure. "Ah... could use a bit of... improvement."

"You look like a serial killer." Dimple says bluntly.

Reigen glares at him and smacks him with the back of his hand. He drops his hand and stares in shock at Dimple. "Wait, did I just touch you?"

Dimple hides behind Mob's shoulder, glaring at him and sweating. "You do that again and I'll kill you."

Reigen looks at him deviously. There's a sparkle beside his head and his mouth is curled up into a cat's smile, much like a :3. He stretches out, dropping the expression, and cracks his knuckles. "Alright. as I was saying..."

We see the silhouettes of Mob, Reigen, and Dimple, as Reigen talks to Mob for a while.

"You think you got it?" He asks. Mob looks down at him, expression blank. "...Yes."

He sits down, and Dimple floats over with a mocking expression. "Don't worry, Shigeo! All you have to do is be good at talking and read the room. You're super good at that, aren't you?~"

Mob glares at Dimple, sweating and annoyed. "No, I'm not. But Master is counting on me, so--"

Reigen pinches his brows together. "Mob, Mob! Adding all this pressure will just make things worse!"

He places a hand on Mob's shoulder and looks him in the eye. "I have complete faith in you?"

Close up of Reigen's face. He looks very nervous, indicating that he probably does not have complete faith in Mob.

Mob looks at him through his brows/hair. "... Thanks."

The door opens, both of them turning to look at the source of the noise.

We see on the top of the head of the client, who has side swept hair and is coloured red. Dimple smirks from the top left corner of the panel and says: "Showtime."

END ID

[laz-262]

after god knows how long i finally pulled myself together to finish the rest of the losers at the market inspired by the same post by @chiniichee

[dasketcherz]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

This was a pretty neat dub of my lil comic!! I love how the VA for Gregory performed the dialogues, it was really nice!! I'm so glad ya'll like it so much enough to wanna dub it ! Really makes me giddy and happy all around! This was really cool!!

Yall can go check them out, their channel's pretty neat ! :3

[mokeonn]

One of my favorite things about being in my early 20s is that I'm starting to understand that I can use things not for their intended purpose. When you're growing up, you get told what an object is and what its intended purpose is, and as a kid/teen, I just accepted all of it at face value. As a young adult it's finally clicking that I can simply do things a different way if it makes me happier. Sure, I was taught that you stand to take a shower, but there's nothing stopping me from just sitting if I don't feel like it, ya know? I might have always had my medication in the kitchen, but if I'm no longer remembering to take it, I can just move it somewhere where I can remember. You don't have to specifically store all food in the kitchen, you can have a little snack cart or snack station in another room.

The downside to finding out the various ways you can use objects is that you develop habits that would probably go on an r/relationships post where everyone says you're a little freak.

[badface]

Some more One Piece OC schtuff! This time Bailey and Sanji :o)

[transingthoseformers]

Oh Oppy... I've been there. Hell, I am there.

He's having trouble adjusting, and he will continue to have trouble, as it's just such a sudden change to Orion. It's a fucked up feeling, and I feel like this is setting us up for a very emotional scene with his reflection. Because here's the thing: people may treat logic and emotion like antonyms but they aren't. Emotions make sense, emotions are a response. For all intents and purposes, Orion is Orion here, and I would say this is some frame dysphoria tbh. Something screwy is going to happen here real soon, and Ori will be entirely valid on it

[leatherbookmark]

ootd features the words "black dress" in its lyrics and people are like oh! this is a reference to another group's song, "black dress"!

i'm unwell.

[rigels-nigels]

uninstalled tumblr on my phone in an attempt to deal with issues, minutes later forgor all about that and went to click on where the tumblr app usually is

[boookfreeak]

I clicked the first option, but it wasn't really my fault either. It was just sad circumstances.

Okay, so I have budgies or parakeets or whatever you wanna call them (I technically call them Wellensittiche), and two years ago I got this very light blue, almost white, one which I named Glenn Coco. Now, Coco was bitch. She screamed a lot, annoyed my other budgies and me often and always hogged the food bowl. But I and her partner, Blue, still loved her. Very much. When she got sick, I was ofc worried. She lost a lot of energy and she plucked her feathers until she was bald in some spots. So I took her to the vet who told me she had a tumor in her belly and there wasn't really much we could do. She did give me some medicine tho which I gave Coco everyday. Now here comes the biting part. To feed her the medicine I had to inject it directly into her beak or she wouldn't take it. She hated being held. And so everytime I would give her the medicine she would bite me. Very hard, might I add. Sadly she didn't get better and we had to put her down about a year ago. I miss her a lot. Blue misses her a lot too.

Here's a picture of Coco and Blue

If you said yes to the first 3 please explain in the tags what animal it was and what was the damage

[formulation-nation]

I'm so normal about my interests