#THIS IS THE COOLEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN!!!!!!

[dollishmehrayan]

# HOW BATBOYS REACT TO YOU WEARING THEY'RE COLOR ── .✦ ( eg. nails, clothes, anything ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ )

a/n: so I first did a small idea of this (here) and then I thought why not do it based off this anon (here) so yeahh, anyways I kinda fell so off course like genuinely I need to make more batboys content, tags: (batboys x reader)

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DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Dick notices instantly. He’s hyper-aware of the blue.

“Wait, are those nails painted Nightwing blue? Babe, did you do that for me?” Cue the biggest grin you’ve ever seen.

Compliments you non-stop. He’s not subtle about how much he loves it.

“You’re really pulling off my color, you know. Almost makes me think you’re trying to steal my spotlight.”

Gets extra touchy holding your hand, brushing your hair back, etc. “You’re so cute I can’t even deal right now.”, “It’s just blue and black colored nails dick.”

If it’s a clothing piece, he’ll joke, “Matching outfits for day? Say the word, and we’ll be Gotham’s most fashionable duo.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

Jason notices but plays it cool at first. “Nice color choice,” he says casually, though he’s dying and resurrecting inside.

If it’s your nails “You’re carrying my whole brand on those hands. Should I start paying you royalties?”

If it’s clothing, “Careful, babe, wearing red this well might make you a target and you might be mistaken for me.” But his smirk shows he’s all for it.

Low-key proud you’re repping his colors but doesn’t know how to express it well. Might just stare a little longer than usual.

Ends up pulling you closer while murmuring, “You look good in my color. Too good.”

Secretly starts thinking of ways to return the gesture, like wearing something in your favorite color. (He’s hoping it’s not absurd neon colors😭)

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Blushes immediately. He’s not even subtle about it. “Wait… is that red because of… me?”

Obsesses over the details. “Did you match your nails to the exact shade of my suit? That’s, like, the coolest thing ever.”

Super flustered but also unbelievably touched. “I didn’t know you liked my colors that much.”

If it’s a clothing item, he’d be stunned for a moment before saying, “You look so… wow. You’re killing it.”

Gets a little shy but can’t stop glancing at you all day. Ends up fiddling with your hand if it’s your nails.

Might text you later "Thanks for making my day with that. You didn’t have to, but I really, really loved it.”

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Notices instantly but acts unimpressed. “Hmph. So you’re inspired by me today?”

Low-key thrilled but refuses to let you know. If it’s your nails, he might sarcastically say, “Subtle.” But he’s secretly staring.

If it’s clothing, “Green suits you. Perhaps you should wear it more often.” It’s his way of saying you look amazing.

After some time, he’ll let his walls down. “It’s not awful… You look better in my colors than I do.”

Will absolutely brag to Alfred or the others about it later. “Clearly, they understand quality when they see it.”

Ends up gifting you something else in his colors—maybe a scarf or bracelet—just to see you wear it again.

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

Bruce notices immediately but doesn’t say much at first. He’ll just give you that classic Bruce Wayne smirk.

If it’s clothing, he’ll subtly comment, “You look good in black. Suits you.” (High praise from him)

If it’s nails, he’ll gently take your hand and examine them. “Interesting choice. Are you sending a message, or…?”

Deep down, he’s really touched but doesn’t know how to express it. Might make a dry joke like, “So you’re my sidekick now?”

Later, when you’re alone, he’d admit, “It’s nice seeing you in something that reminds me of… us.”

Low-key loves the idea of you wearing his colors often. He’d never say it outright, but his actions like buying you more black and yellow pieces make it clear (to a point half your dresses were either black or yellow even you’re gold jewelry has yellow hints and accents😭😭)

[ahqkas]

♯ I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO MY DAD . . . for teaching me everything he knows ( dick grayson & jason todd as dads ! )

— fem!reader as mom, fluff, not edited, based on this req.!!

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. . . DICK GRAYSON !

dick was always great with kids; his natural warmth, patience, and humor made him a magnet for them, even before he became a father. he often thought back to his days as robin, remembering how bruce wayne took him in and gave him stability, and he wanted to offer that same feeling ( and definitely more ) to his children.

when you two first talked about having kids, he was equal parts excited and nervous about it. dick worried about balancing family life with his vigilante responsibilities, but he couldn’t wait to start a family with you. he knew that no matter what, you’d face it together

your first child, a boy, inherits your husband’s bright energy and natural charisma. from the moment your son was born, dick was a hands-on dad. midnight feedings? no problem. diaper changes? a breeze ( well, almost ). he approached fatherhood the same way he approached everything else—with passion and a healthy dose of humor

he’s not just the dad who builds the coolest blanket forts or makes pancakes shaped like bats; he’s the dad who listens, encourages, and shows up, no matter how tired he might be after a long night of patrol. even when exhaustion clings to him like a second skin, his kids come first. if his son wants to show him the new drawing he made, dick will sit down and marvel at it as if it belongs in a gallery. if his daughter has a nightmare, he’s at her bedside in seconds, stroking her hair and whispering how she’s okay and nothing’s gonna hurt her while he’s here until she drifts back to sleep

he’s the dad who remembers every detail about his kids’ lives—their favorite bedtime stories, their least favorite vegetables, the songs that make them smile—and makes sure they feel seen and heard every single day. when he’s with them, he’s fully present, setting aside his worries about blüdhaven or the weight of his world. to them, he’s not nightwing; he’s just dad, their safe place, the person they know will always be there no matter what

he teaches your son how to ride a bike, holding the seat steady as those wobbly first attempts make an appearance. “you’ve got this!” dick encourages his son, jogging beside him. when the first scrape happens—knees meeting pavement in a blur of surprise and pain—he’s there in an instant, crouching down with the kind of gentle urgency only a dad can master

his strong arms wrap around his son in a hug that says, i’ve got you, even as tears well up in the young eyes. he’s quick with jokes to soothe the sting, brushing dirt and pebbles off tiny palms. “hey, you know what? you’re officially a biker now. all the pros have scars to prove it.”

it doesn’t matter if he’s running on just a few hours of sleep or if his legs are sore from the night before. he’ll stay on that sidewalk all afternoon if it means helping his son find the courage to get back on the bike

when your daughter is born, it’s as if a new light ignites in dick’s heart, one that’s softer and warmer than anything he’s ever felt before. from the moment he holds her—tiny, delicate, and swaddled in pastel pink—he’s utterly smitten by the baby. his breath catches in his throat as her little fingers curl instinctively around one of his. it’s the smallest thing, but to him, it’s everything. he gazes at her with an awe that rivals the first time he stood under a gotham sunrise after a long patrol as robin

every little thing she does—every yawn, every sleepy coo, even the way she scrunches her nose—melts him completely. he’s the first to volunteer for late-night feedings, cradling her against his chest while whispering soft lullabies. “it’s okay, princess,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing, as if the sound of it alone could shield her from the world

she’s the spitting image of you, but she’s got dick’s sense of curiosity and mischief. as she grows, it’s clear she’s a daddy’s girl through and through. dick spoils her with affection, often carrying her on his shoulders or letting her “style” his hair, even if it means showing up to patrol with hair ties

she’s the one who always convinces him to stay for “just one more bedtime story,” and dick can never say no to those puppy eyes. he does all the voices, acting out scenes with a dramatic flair that leaves her giggling uncontrollably

family movie nights are a regular occurrence. dick lets the kids pick the movie, even if it means sitting through the same animated film for the fifth time. he doesn’t mind—he’s just happy to have everyone snuggled up together

. . . JASON TODD !

jason never thought he’d be a dad. gotham wasn’t kind to kids, and in his darker moments, he felt like it had swallowed the boy he used to be whole. he worried his own traumas—nights spent cold and hungry on the streets, the ache of betrayal, the sting of abandonment—might cast shadows over the kind of father he’d want to be. how could he teach love and trust when his world had been built on survival and second chances?

the thought of holding a child, so small and fragile, scared him more than any villain ever could. what if he didn’t have it in him to be the kind of dad they deserved? what if his sharp edges cut too deep, or worse, he failed to protect them from the city that had failed him? jason had spent so long fighting his way through life that the idea of creating a safe, warm space for someone else felt like trying to plant flowers in a wasteland. and yet, the thought of building something good—something untouchable by gotham’s darkness—stirred a longing in him he couldn’t ignore.

when you told him you were pregnant with your first child, he was stunned silent for a solid minute. then came the slight tremble in his hands as he cradled your face and whispered, “we’re really doing this?” you swore you saw tears in his eyes, though he’d deny it later

he threw himself into preparing for fatherhood. between patrols, you’d catch him reading baby books, jotting down notes in that same serious way he planned missions. ( “what the hell is a diaper genie, baby? is it a genie for diapers, or does it genie them away?” )

when your first daughter was born, jason held her for the first time with an awe. he whispered promises to her, things like, “you’ll never go through what i did,” and “i’m gonna give you the world, princess.”

jason’s daughters own him. his rough, serious ide of personality melts into a puddle of mush when they so much as giggle at him. one pouty face, and he’s done for

when they’re little, he becomes a human jungle gym. they’ll climb all over him, pull on his hair, and stick stickers all over his face while he sits patiently, letting them “decorate” him. ( “you’re turning me into a unicorn, huh? cool. just don’t let your mom take pictures—too late? figures.” )

as they grow, he keeps a close eye on everything, from their friends to the neighborhoods they walk through. he’s not overbearing but has serious dad-radar. if they so much as mention a creepy guy or a mean teacher, he’s all, “do i need to handle this? no? you sure? okay, but say the word.”

by age eight, they’ve both mastered basic self-defense, thanks to “daddy’s fun time karate sessions.” he makes it a game—lots of laughter and encouragement—but underneath it, he’s deadly serious

when they’re older, he teaches them how to change a tire, handle their own money, and, much to your exasperation, how to throw a punch. ( “jason, they don’t need to know how to disarm a grown man at ten years old!” “baby, it’s gotham. yes, they do.” )

he’s the kind of dad who makes pancake breakfasts on weekends, complete with smiley faces and way too much syrup

on father’s day, his daughters surprise him with handmade cards every year. jason’s tough demeanor cracks every time he reads their scrawled messages: “daddy, you’re my hero.”

and jason as a father to teenage girls? lord, help us all.

when his eldest goes on her first date, he plays it cool—for all of two seconds. he grills the poor kid with subtle threats hidden behind a charming smile. ( “so, you like my daughter? good. treat her right, or you’ll have a real bad night. understand?” )

you have to remind him not to tail them when they go out. “jason, they’ll know you’re following them.” “i’ll stay a block behind. they’ll never see me.”

but despite his overprotectiveness, he’s their anchor during tough times. when they experience their first heartbreaks, he is there with hugs, ice cream, and the kind of pep talks that make them laugh through their tears. “anyone who doesn’t see how amazing you are isn’t worth crying over. you’re the todd girl. we don’t settle for less.”

deep down, jason worries about failing them. he knows what it’s like to lose everything, and the thought of his girls experiencing even a fraction of that makes his stomach churn

[sonknuxadow]

something so beautiful about how shadow with huge demon wings is probably something that would have been widely made fun of a few years ago but the general consensus on it now is that its the coolest thing to ever happen . peace and love on the black comet

[scary-grace]

I am overjoyed to introduce you all to my new and most prized possession — the fanbind (!!!) of seeking a friend for the end of the world made by @dyingslowlybutfasterthanyouare and @rainfern! My haphazard photo-snapping does absolutely no justice to their beautiful work, so you’ll have to trust me that it looks even better in person.

I really can’t express how much it means to me to have this. As a kid my dream was to be a published fiction writer, and I used to imagine what my books would look like and what it would feel like to hold one, and as a writer of primarily fanfiction in adulthood, I sort of let that one go. But getting to see this copy of seeking a friend and put it on my bookshelf is like realizing that dream, and I’m so thankful to have a chance to do that!

@dyingslowlybutfasterthanyouare I know I’ve been hollering in your DMs about this for a week, and @rainfern, we haven’t had a chance to talk, but let me just say it again — this is my new favorite thing and I have been carrying it around like a security blanket ever since it got here. You both are amazing!

[unashamedly-enthusiastic]

This is the coolest thing I have ever seen, it goes UP TO $20

True HP Story

First grade gift exchange , all the kids got cool shit like Duncan YoYos and Slinkys and Disc Guns and Silly Putty. I got a fucking grocery adding machine like this. What the actual fuck? This why I refuse to participate in Secret Santa to this day. Bullshit

[syn4k]

hey. hermitcraft season 6 nether hub. look at her

[olberic]

keep in mind im only like 20 hours in (but am aiming for as completionist as i can get without a guide) but like. man i dont know. im having fun playing veilguard as a video game with fun combat and great visuals but this thing is not a dragon age game. which is a real shame because the first three games gave it SO much to build on. like its just all the little things.

magic healing had really interesting lore in the first two games, especially with the concept of spirit healers. even in inquisition they had the idea of having to use elfroot to make/restock your healing potions, which were pretty finite, and in da2 there were only so many that you had to buy. but in veilguard theres just… pots of them? youre in ancient ruins you should be preserving for study and the game wants you to break shit for a thousand year old healing potion? its one thing for it to be entertaining gaming but another for it to just disregard the lore set up in previous games.

dalish elves are totally raised to believe in their creators as benevolent gods, right? so why is an elven rook so blatantly flippant about “yep we’re killing the elven gods that are real and evil!” and all the dalish just say “oh damn we have to kill our gods that are real and evil even though we have no proof of this”

the blight. the mere CONCEPT of the blight in dao was terrifying. having its only lore explanation as “the maker’s curse for the ancient magisters’ hubris” being something almost obviously being wrong, but still not having a true explanation. darkspawn showed some level of intelligence — not just with the architect, but in that they build their own weapons and structures! that they knew when to retreat, who to target! the idea of TOUCHING anything blighted was terrifying, something that could be fatal to your warden, to hawke’s sibling, hell it’s behind aveline’s whole story. but in veilguard theyre functionally just zombies. and u can stand in fully blighted space with only a minor temporary penalty. like. what.

dai heavily implying hawke and their LI caused a ruckus in weisshaupt and made the wardens shut themselves away, saying that your warden from dao was researching how to cure the blight — potentially as a mage themselves, and potentially with the research from avernus and the architect — but all of that is just… not addressed.

is varric not still kirkwall’s viscount. should we not let him out of the lighthouse so he can stop that city from exploding again.

mage rights being SUCH a huge deal in the other games and just…totally skimmed over. even if we think of the best case scenario, that a decade later nobody bats an eye at free mages, should it not be so recent that theres signs of the historic centuries-long oppression theyve faced. is nobody in this world mad at how theyve been treated by most of thedas.

ik inquisition did it too but i miss my sovereigns/silvers/coppers money system. “+6 gold coins” grow up for real

even from a plain old mechanics standpoint, theres no combat pausing, no fun or freedom or control for the party members in combat. like this could be any action game theres absolutely nothing to link it to any dragon age history.

why can random ass warriors and rogues use floating elven magic. why can warriors summon floating shields and cast flaming weapons and necrotic damage.

seriously i LIKE the combat but its just antithetical to what we’ve learned and been told in the previous games from a lore perspective. like come on.

i cant even get into the elf and qunari stuff itll piss me off too bad. but like idk all the things in dragon age that i love and that made me think so fondly of the series for so much of life is just… gone. this could be any fantasy action game. theres nothing dragon age in here. what made the magic and elves and darkspawn and cultural details feel so unique are gone.

[sanwrote]

thought the latest episode of dunmeshi (#6) looked the best out of everything released so far. turns out it was the one episode that was outsourced.

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

i look for irl friends everywhere but its always. my fucking coworkers. like inevitably the place im gonna find my best friends isnt gonna be through school or hobbies its the other ppl who are also working alongside me for just above minimum wage.

[crownshattered]

|| HOLY SHIT GUYS ITS NIGHT BUT 1:45 PM

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Hes so silly and we love him for it

[s0up1ta]

so i've watched the loki finale. i am in tears.

[darlinimamess]

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[auriidae]

SO YOURE TELLING ME I HAVE TO WATCH THAT AND THEN WALK OUT OF THE THESTRR AND LIVE WITH TAYT. OK

[bilandi-shmandi]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[untimelyambition]

OHOHOHOHOHO I FUCKING LOVE GENERATION LOSS