#I couldn't think of anything better

[arrowmaker15]

(Father's Day, pt 3)

Bruce: Tim, what is this?

Tim, sipping coffee: Your father's day present. Aren't you the World's Greatest Detective?

Bruce: Not that. This. *Shows gift*

Tim: Oh, that's a buy three get the fourth one free coupon for the adoption center.

Bruce: In what circumstances would that ever happen?

Tim: Dick, me and Jason were adopted. Then Damian was dropped on your doorstep. You bought the first three and got the fourth one free. If it can happen once, it can happen again.

[horsegamergirl]

Meet my new horse, Uno!

[totally-real-words]

Theekop.

A squirrel party

[starlitangels]

I frickin' did it! I made a fan audio for Persephone!

I apologize profusely for my accent. It seemed I could either do the same affectation that Hades has, or a British accent, not both particularly well (both are very throaty for me so I'm not surprised)

Persephone "album" art from that one picture I drew of her and Hades a while ago:

Allow me to tag the people who'd probably be interested: @palilious @gwenifred @ryn-halo26 @monster-scribe-tya @miloeveryday38 @halscafe @zozo-01

[daisytarget]

Saw your post 😂

i could not find a single meme maker that would give me comic sans but i hope u enjoy my shitty chemistry fanfic joke in helvetica anyway (the supreme font in all other contexts)

[kettyqw]

Just a nice Marxolor doodle)

[green-mountain-goose]

i think more people would be hiking if it wasn't a logistical nightmare

i think more people would be getting laid if it wasn't a logistical nightmare

[northstarscowboyhat]

Peepaw Starlo struggles. Autism 2 autism communication struggles.

[grey-viridian]

DTIYS for @tizeline

Congrats on 10k!!! (love your artstyle btw sooo soft and beautiful i wanna look at your art all day!)

The original outfit was perfect but I still felt like something was missing...

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[harpoonsnotspoons]

Happy pride, have a scribble

[karuinekom]

when everyone thought frenchie would secretly bring lucius food as he hid in the walls, but then we got frenchie sneaking izzy medicines, and something in the universe suddenly shifted.

[kugisakiss]

oshi no ko parody AU

I only read the first couple of chapters but I had fun thinking about this for a bit until I remembered that shinichi is completely tone deaf which makes everything about this so ooc I immediately stopped thinking about it

some extras:

[bidonicart]

Otasune week @mgsevents Day 3 - Villain AU

It all goes back and back... to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance on in our steads. -- George RR Martin, A Storm of Swords

(when your father's life has already played out your villain au)

[thy-lovelylionheart]

1x03 vs 4x03

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

"AITA for developing a violent - and some would say irritating - technique to interrupt my parents lie-ins and force them to feed me and my sister our breakfast?

Background info: Me and my twin sister K live with our Father and his partner N, who moved in with us about 6 months ago. (Me and K were a bit wary of N when they first started coming round our house, but we all get along well now and we consider them part of the family.) Also, this will become relevant, Father and N sleep upstairs, and there is only one toilet in the house, which is downstairs.

Myself and K like to have our breakfast very early in the morning. Like, whenever the sun rises. This is not an issue at all on weekdays, because our dad also wakes up early so he can have a couple of leisurely coffees before starting his 9-5 job. When he comes dowstairs of a morning to start the long process of becoming awake, he serves us our breakfast, and if it's a nice day he unlocks the back door so we can go and play in the garden. This routine suits us fine. HOWEVER, weekend mornings are more of a problem. Sometimes Dad and N want to stay in bed for HOURS after sunrise!!! While me and K are getting hungry!!!! So I have developed a cunning technique, lest they become remiss in their parental responsibilities.

What I do is this: I sneak into our parents bedroom, climb onto their bed, and jump on them, always aiming for the bladder. Through a process of trial and error I have perfected my aim so that I now have a 96% hit rate; I have become a highly specialised expert in human anatomy. Whatever position they are lying in, however concealed their forms are by blankets and duvets, I can always find a bladder. And I jump on it, repeatedly, and hard. The result of this is that one (or both! heehee) of them very quickly becomes very desperate for the toilet, so they have to get up and go downstairs - and so! - me and K get our breakfast shortly after my sneaky wake-up call. It always works.

Despite benefiting from my actions herself just as much as I do, K thinks my methods are inelegant and crass, but I personally am of the opinion that Violence is justified in the pursuit of Breakfast.

So, AITA for jumping on my parents bladders to force them to wake up and come downstairs and, by extension, feed me and my sister???"

Submitted on behalf of the scoundrel Keka, pictured below:

And here he is with his sister Kiki:

What are these acronyms?