#Tiny 'Tik Tim

[starwarsmum]

Day 6! And the prompt is They Started It!

@maribat-calendar-events

Marinette snuck along the hallway, grinning as she was careful not to jostle the bag she carried. It was hard work and slow going, but she was determined. It wasn't often Tim went to sleep, and even rarer for him to be in his own bed, so it was crucial that she didn't wake him.

Within half an hour, she was slipping back out of Tim's room, stifling giggles. She tiptoed back the way she had come, her now empty bag securely attached to her hip. Once she was secured back in her room, she let herself collapse on the bed in hysterics.

“Marinette, don't you think that was a little mean,” Tikki admonished, floating close to her holder's face. Instead of sobering the girl, however, it merely served to renew her giggles, until she was a gasping mess. “Come on, Marinette, he has to go to work tomorrow!”

“That's the best part!” Marinette wheezed, leaning back exhaustedly onto her pillows. “Aw man, I haven't had this much fun since Chat wanted to do prank wars. Oh, don't look at me like that, Tik, he started it!”

“I must have missed the prank he pulled on you,” Tikki said, completely unamused. Marinette rolled her eyes before looking at the tiny god.

“Look, he said I wasn't up to the prank war with the rest of them. Like I can't give as good as I'll get! So even though I'm technically the first one who pulled a prank, he definitely threw down the gauntlet. I just…picked it up.”

Tikki hummed disapprovingly, but Marinette knew she was right. She fell asleep after setting an alarm for the following morning, not wanting to miss the reveal of her prank.

_ _ _

When Tim woke up the next morning, his head felt heavy. He hardly remembered going to bed, but that wasn't unusual after he'd pulled three all-nighters in a row. As he groaned and rolled over, his ears were filled with the tinkling sound of bells. Jerking fully awake, he sat up only for the sound to intensify.

Alarmed, he leapt out of bed and to the bathroom, the sound following him the whole way. When he finally got in front of the mirror he stared at his reflection in shock. Woven into his hair - how, how had someone done this? - we're dozens of tiny bells, each tied with a bow. He tried to pull one out of his hair, but whoever had done it had used some really strong hair gel to keep them in place.

Trudging back to his room, he saw that his alarm had been changed so that he didn't have enough time for a shower. Groaning, he dragged on some clothes, grimacing at every swish of his hair as the tinkling announced his every move. He hoped he would be able to sneak out of the house at least, but his work day was going to be hell.

As he entered the kitchen for his breakfast coffee, he swore under his breath. It seemed like everyone was both home and awake on this, the worst morning of his life. Glaring at the floor, he shuffled into the room, working very hard on not letting his head shake. He only half succeeded and the room slowly quietened as people turned to stare at him. Jason was the first to speak. “Timmy, what the actual-”

“Language, master Jason,” Alfred reprimanded sharply, although he looked like he was trying not to smile. Tim pouted at his pseudo-grandfather and poured himself a large cup of coffee. “That's an…interesting hairstyle, Master Tim.”

Tim sighed as everyone burst into raucous laughter, even Damian cracking a smile. In fact the only person who wasn't laughing at his expense was Marinette, who was asleep at the counter with her head on Damian's shoulder. She was woken when Dick stood up from next to her and jostled her.

“This is so intricate, who even has time for that?” He said gleefully, ringing one of the bells with the tip of his finger. Tim scowled and jerked away from him, grinning sheepishly at Marinette when she eyed him critically. A look of smug glee spread across her face and suddenly, Tim knew who was behind this.

“Nette, why?” Was all he said, making everyone swing around to look at her. She smirked wickedly at him, her eyes alight with a look he'd only ever seen in his brothers before. Damian's shoulders were shaking as though he already understood but Tim was bewildered as to what he could possibly have done to earn such a punishment.

“I guess next time you won't be saying I'm not good enough to play your little prank wars,” she said, making Jason double over with laughter. Steph offered her a high five that she dutifully accepted as she rose from her seat. “But come on, we'd better get to the office!”

“We?” Tim looked at his sister, confused but already feeling dread bubble in his gut. The sensation turned to a ball of lead as she reminded him that he'd promised to let her shadow him for the day so she could meet with the fashion department. It was going to be a long day.

_ _ _

After Marinette had proved that she was up to the task of committing war crimes (pranks against anyone and everyone), things escalated dramatically. It got to the point that they decided to hold a peace treaty, to help establish boundaries. Incidentally, this was something that Alfred had been pushing to happen for years so he could only be pleased that Marinette had joined the boys in their family bonding.

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

This is a post about my list of media to watch/hear in the past/future. I'll put a cut here for the many people who justifably do not care about my list of media.

Guess what, everyone? I have, for the first time in over a year, knocked everything off my “to watch” and “to listen to” lists. Obviously, not everything in the world that I ever want to do. But everything that I’d started. Because I’d keep downloading stuff and starting it and then getting into other stuff and putting it on hold and filling up my working folders with it. Well, I spent the last couple of weeks determinedly avoiding starting anything new, so I could go back and finish the “on hold” things.

I'll put a cut here, just for the sake of the many, many people who justifiably do not give a shit about my list of media.

It was mostly a bunch of episodes of the Comedian’s Comedian podcast, which I enjoyed finally hearing. This podcast episode my brother did nearly a year ago, where he talks for two hours about his experiences in comedy and how he believes no one can “make it” in comedy without succumbing to the pressure to cut all their stuff up into tiny chunks for Tik-Tok and shit. It was fucking bleak. But I also downloaded episodes of that same podcast by a few other local comedians I’ve met, include two by the guys who run the local comedy night where I've performed; I listened to those last week too, and they were less depressing. They’re people who like comedy – that’s all I want, really. People around here who perform comedy and sound like they don’t fucking hate comedy.

So there was that. I finished off a few bits of Stewart Lee bootlegs (many of which are on YouTube, I did not realize until recently how many Stewart Lee bootlegs are on YouTube, that’s obviously a fair thing for me to mention because if he had a problem with bootlegs being out there I’m sure Lee could get them taken off YouTube, I will say that I’ve come to appreciate several of his shows far more after hearing the bootlegged versions than I did from the DVD version). Finished all the Lee and Herring stuff. Watched Taskmaster NZ season 4 (I meant to post about it and then I got busy with work and I don’t even think I did that – cliff notes are I didn’t quite agree with the people I’ve seen say it’s as good as season 2, but I did greatly enjoy it). Lots of little things.

I said months ago that once I finally get caught up on things, I’m going to start a new long audio thing. I made a post at the time listing all the things I was considering. The main candidates were/are: John Robins and Ellis James radio/podcasts, Peacock and Gamble podcast, the Adam and Joe things, Do the Right Thing podcast (see, I’m not exclusively into listening to two white guys talk to each other in a studio), and Pappy’s podcasts (there’s the Flatshare thing, but then there are also other things – look into what these are, then listen). I have also had Three Bean Salad recommended to me pretty hard.

I still don’t know which way I want to go – I’m leaning toward Pappy’s or Peacock and Gamble at this point. But I’ve decided not to make that decision yet, because I do have a couple of new things, but shorter things, that I want to start first.

I have all three seasons of Alan Partridge: From the Oasthouse downloaded, so that’s next on the agenda. A few years ago, I watched/heard all the Alan Partridge TV/radio things in chronological order: On the Hour, The Day Today, Knowing Me Knowing You radio show, Knowing Me Knowing You TV show, I’m Alan Partridge, Alpha Papa, Mid-Morning Matters, This Time. I enjoyed them to varying degrees – my biggest comment is that Mid-Morning Matters surprised me because I thought it would be a weaker thing, just a little internet show, but it ended up being one of the best, I thought, and Tim Key was fucking brilliant in it.

Anyway, I’ve never heard any of the other Alan Partridge things. And I’ve recently been told by a reliable source that this latest one is very very good. The three seasons combined are about 15 hours, so that’ll give me some time to decide what I next want to commit hundreds of hours of my life to.

I’ve also had John Finnemore’s Cabin Fever recommended to me quite a bit, and I’ve downloaded that recently too so I think I’ll do that after Alan Partridge. It’s 13 hours, not too long. I know very little of what to expect from that, but enough people whose tastes otherwise overlap with mine have told me it’s very good to make me interested. Also, I’d love to be a comedy fan who rejects the Oxbridge ilk for very good class solidarity reasons, but actually an annoyingly large number of my favourite comedians have been Footlights members, so I’ll probably love John Finnemore.

Anyway, on the subject of my obsession with listening to two white guys talk to each other in a studio, a bunch of weeks ago now I made a post about hearing the Lee and Herring radio show episodes that were broadcast live from Edinburgh in 1994, and how that was cool, a preservation of a bit of Edinburgh Festival history. And then I said that’s not the first time I’ve heard a radio-based audio diary of Edinburgh, as Russell Howard and Jon Richardson did their radio show from Edinburgh in 2007. And I’m sure there were lots of references there that went over my head at the time but that I would now appreciate as a person with an inexplicable obsession with 00s-era Edinburgh comedy. An audio diary of the Chocolate Milk Gang-era Edinburgh Festival from someone who was, at the time, a CMG member (has definitely squandered his cred since then, but Russell Howard was a fully paid-up member for a time). How have I not already combed through that in my efforts to gather and preserve every bit of information I can about CMG history?

I said I should re-listen to some of those episodes to see what references are in them, and then I didn’t do that, because obviously going through old radio show episodes looking for gossip is a waste of time when I have actual comedy/comedy analysis to listen to. But as I’ve just said, at this moment, I don’t have actual comedy to listen to. I finished all the old stuff and I haven’t started the new stuff yet, and I think I’ll keep it that way for a couple of days. Give my brain a short break from keeping track of everything on my lists before jumping into something new. Going back over old stuff doesn’t require the same focus, as my brain doesn’t obsessively insist that I hear/watch every single bit of it in order and file it in all appropriate places and check it all off on a spreadsheet as I go.

I realize I’m making this hobby that I truly love sound like a chore, and it isn’t that, my brain is just compulsive about always focusing on what’s “on my list”, so it’s nice to occasionally have breaks in the list. You see why I so enjoyed hearing the senselessly compulsive thought patterns of 2007-era Jon Richardson. That was a man who understood a list.

So anyway, I think I’ll do that tonight. It’s a long weekend, which I barely noticed last year when I was working from home anyway but those sure seem like a bigger deal when I have to be out of the house for 9-10 hours on weekdays. I’ve got Thanksgiving dinner with family tonight, and then I think I’ll listen to some old things. I’ll let you all know if I discover anything exciting.

[garyjugert]

Uniclues:

1 Tik-Tok's slogan.

2 Clock setting for Cowboy Tiny Tim gathering.

3 Combat troops attempt to determine who's the good guy now.

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1 KISS SALAMIS? LEMME SEE!

2 FALSETTO RODEO E.S.T.

3 G.I.S GUESS USA TODAY

[hiroasu-akika]

https://inkinary.tumblr.com/post/683470766161952768/pov-you-are-joltik-inside-a-subway-bosses-pocket I drew the cutest little joltik that @inkinary/Embargo dreamed up in the little ficlet I linked above!! Definitely go give it a read, Timothy is adorable and Embargo’s writing is amazing and so worth checking out!! And Embargo, I was VERY happy to draw Tim! Thank YOU for making a character that I fell head over heels for lol Feel free to use Tim as an icon or what not, but PLEASE credit both Inkinary/Embargo and me, Embargo for creating the character, and me for the art!

[tikkety-tok]

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This is my greatest fear 😭😂

[soulmate-game]

The TikTok “teenagers scare the living shit outta me” meme, but it’s a bunch of Marinette and Damian videos where they interact with Rogues. Add in some Sleep Deprived Tim too.

Tik Tok begins: *quintessential MCR song plays*

*Video starts on the in-awe face of some random adult citizen, who makes eye contact with the camera before switching the shot*

*camera switches to show tiny girl in all pink and pigtails, with a gun to her head, staring the Riddler down while lecturing him about his fashion choices*

*person filming*: “she’s terrifying...”

*The video barely captures Marinette offering Riddler a chance to commission her, because she’ll make him a way better outfit. But since he’s a criminal, he would have to pay her double.*

—*—*—*—*—*

*Tiktok begins, same as before up until the video switches perspectives*

*video shows Damian Wayne just staring blankly at several would-be kidnappers, who all have guns trained on him. He looks like he Couldn’t Care Less.*

Damian: “I have a six-year-old niece who is more intimidating than you pathetic squealing rats. For the sake of your own already shredded dignity, I suggest you forfeit your firearms over to me and leave while you still have functioning limbs.”

—*—*—*—*—*

*you know the drill, TikTok begins here*

*Tim Drake is seen guzzling a steaming hot, gigantic thermos of coffee for a very long, very uncomfortable amount of time. Then he pulls the cup away, and when he sighs in content a billow of coffee-steam just comes out of his mouth like he’s a dragon.*

Tim: “ow.” *proceeds to throw empty thermos at Joker’s head and skateboard away.*

—*—*—*—*—*

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

I was watching a random tik tok where it was making a joke about tiny 13 year old Tim telling Dick that he know about his identity, and Tim was 9 when he figured out right? and he was 3 when he saw the Haley's circus, which was when dick was 8 right? so they're 5 year's apart which would make dick 14 when his Tim saw his flip as robin and Dick was robin for another 4-ish years, and then Jason was robin for another 2-ish years, and then there was time in-between when batman was grieving and being aggressive but Jason's dead, and then Tim came on scene. that would have been like 6-ish years but he was 13 when he became robin? not 15?

Am I just getting the dates and ages wrong cause i think that would make more sense?

Sorry, I was just wonder if you would know

Okay this is something that is very aggravating to me.

Short answer: I have no idea.

Slightly longer answer: when I try to figure it out I’m presented with a bunch of contradictory information

Ensuing rant: Canon is contradictory depending on which part of it you’re looking at. Also the passage of time is a social construct that is held up with scotch tape and paper clips in comics.

Conclusion: I make up the age gaps that make sense to me in my head and they change depending on specific headcanons. If DC can be hand wavy on their characters ages and age gaps and entire body of canon I can do what I want.

[emixion]

Texting - Day 8 - Maribat March 2021

Group chat shenanigans ahead. @maribatmarch-2k21 ao3 link Key Mari: maribug Dick: bigrichardenergy Jason: jaybird Tim: timmyturner Steph: spoilersport Cass: casshole Duke: thenormalone Barbara: babs

Batkids

{spoilersport added maribug to the chat}

spoilersport: welcome mari!

jaybird: hey pixiepop

timmyturner: oh cool it’s mari!

casshole: hello marinette

maribug: hi guys!

Damian: Angel? 

maribug: hi Dami! Steph invited me to the gc

Damian: I see that. 

Why didn’t you let me know, Steph?

spoilersport: i wanted it to be a surprise 

maribug: are you upset?

Damian: Upset? Of course not. 

You have every right to be here.

bigrichardenergy: yeah mari you’re part of the family now!

thenormalone: you’re definitely my favorite sibling

bigrichardenergy: D:

timmyturner: woooow

thenormalone: don’t pretend you all weren’t thinking the same thing

casshole: I was thinking it

thenormalone: thank you for your honesty cass

spoilersport: CASS I THOUGHT I WAS SPECIAL 

casshole: you are stephy, but mari makes the best macarons

and she’s the best at asl out of all of you so

timmyturner: gasp

jaybird: you take that back

casshole: ://

Damian: Angel, feel free to leave if this is too much. No one would blame you.

jaybird: hey!

spoilersport: you love us baby bird

——

babs: hey sorry i’m late but welcome marinette!

maribug: thanks babs :D

babs: no prob :)

Now before he comes in here and says otherwise let the record show that i just kicked dick’s ass at smash bros 14 times in a row

bigrichardenergy: IT WAS 11 AT MOST

babs: no you just didn’t count the first 3 rounds bc i played as kirby

bigrichardenergy: HE’S TOO OP BABS

jaybird: haha everyone point and laugh

spoilersport: points and laughs 

maribug: wait Dami and I just got back to the manor, can we come play too?

babs: of course bug! come on up!

maribug: yaaay

Damian: I didn’t agree to playing Smash Brothers with Barbara.

babs: too bad

——-

spoilersport: ENSISJJSKSK

thenormalone: ???

Everything ok Steph?

spoilersport: TIM AND I ARE ON PATROL AND I DARED HIM TO TIK TOK DANCE AND THE MAINTENANCE MAN CAUGHT US DJDJSJ

timmyturner: STEPH PLS IM SO EMBARRASSED 

jaybird: wait what tik tok dance was it

timmyturner: ....

sasageyo

jaybird: HA YOU FUCKIN WEEB

spoilersport: wait i think i see mari

SNSJKSJD

SHE SWUNG OVER HERE AND YELLED “PARKOUR”

bigrichardenergy: omg

casshole: that’s why she’s my favorite 

thenormalone: same

Damian: What the hell is parkour?

spoilersport: JDSJSJSJ

NOT DAMIAN NOT KNOWING MEMES 

maribug: HARDCORE PARKOUR

timmyturner: HARDCORE PARKOUR 

Damian: This chat was a mistake

—-

maribug: everybody come down i made cookies

jaybird: COOKIES

bigrichardenergy: COOKIES

timmyturner: no fair i’m out 

jaybird: sucks to be you little wing

timmyturner: ://

casshole: YES!

spoilersport: i’m comin i’m comin

babs: wait there’s cookies

i’m coming over save me some

maribug: wow you guys like my cookies that much?

thenormalone: um yes???

Damian: Angel, have you tasted your own cookies?

Even Father can’t resist them.

jaybird: they’re like a tiny circle of heaven ~_~

maribug: well damn okay

come get them while they’re warm ig

——

Damian: Marinette is sewing right now but she wants me to ask if anyone would like to have a movie night tonight and if so what would you like to watch?

bigrichardenergy: FINDING NEMO

babs: baby you also say that

bigrichardenergy: and i’m always correct

jaybird: zombieland

bigrichardenergy: no

jaybird: fuck you

timmyturner: can i make a suggestion? 

bigrichardenergy: we’re not watching any my hero movies

timmyturner: i hate this fuckin family

casshole: what about a marvel movie?

spoilersport: i’m down for that

Damian: Angel said she’d love that, So Marvel it is.

thenormalone: what about into the spiderverse?

I mean it’s technically sony but w/e

Damian: Mari just yelled “Yes.” Looks like we have a winner.

bigrichardenergy: i’ll go make popcorn

[janedoe-eyes]

Neighbors in a Mask

This is my Secret Santa gift for @theatreandcomicfreak - I hope you like it! I had the help of a wonderful Beta who made this infinitely better😂. Merry Christmas! @maribat-secret-santa-2020 -  I’m also posting it on ao3 😁

“Ok - ok, you can do this! This is just a friendly introduction, what could go wrong? New town, new place, new start.” A wet nose nudged her hand in agreement with her little self-pep talk, and she smiled at her furry companion. Marinette squared her shoulders and knocked on the apartment marked ‘655’, the mantra ‘new town, new place, new start’ ran on repeat in the back of her mind. She fidgeted listening for signs of life on the other end of the door.

She jumped when the door suddenly and silently opened to reveal a man her age - half-dressed, extremely attractive, and wearing the least welcoming glower she’d ever seen.

“Yes?” He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

“I… uh… next door… chest moved in… shirtless - I mean!” She sputtered, face resembling a tomato and she barely managed to grab the plate of macaroons she’d lost her hold on while  she flailed. Holy hell, I haven’t sputtered  this much since…

That thought sobered her right up, and she shook her head to clear the nervous clutter. She took a big breath and started again.

“Sorry - I just moved in next door,” she jerked a thumb to her left, indicating the other condo in the pair. “I wanted to bring these over and introduce myself - I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and this is my dog Squishy.” She gestured to the cream-colored Pit Bull, and he glanced down for a half a moment. “I just moved here from Paris! I’m a fashion designer and novice gardener-”

“Look, I have a lot of work to do,” He cut her off with an exasperated sigh. “I am not interested in whatever you are selling - whether it is a product, business deal, or yourself.” Her jaw dropped. “I do not socialize beyond what is forced upon me by my family - so you have wasted your time. Good day.” He nodded stiffly at her and shut the door.

What the fu…

She stared at the same spot on the forest green door until Squishy whined and nudged her hand. She looked  to see the dog leaning on her leg and slowly wagging her tail.

“Squish… did you hear him say what I think he said?” She asked, looking at the door. She received  another nudge, this time from her purse on her other side.

She peered down to see Tikki’s blue orbs looking at her  with  concern. Marinette  smiled in reassurance.

“I’m fine Tik -  just rebooting.” A small giggle sounded from the bag, and Mari’s smile grew. She gave the door one last look and huffed.

“Oh well,” She shrugged. “Might as well head home.”

She stepped off his stoop and strolled over to her own, her deep red door already decorated with a spring wreath - little ladybugs hidden throughout. She shut the door behind her and caught  the plate  for a  second time when  a black blur zipped right in front of her face.

“Hey Bug, I overheard your  little exchange… want me to phase over and cataclysm his TV or something?”

“Plagg! What have I said about startling me? You’re gonna give me a heart attack!” He ignored her, floating in lazy circles near her ear. She continued to grumble about the cat as she continued to the kitchen - Tikki flying out of Mari’s purse to join her other half.

“No cataclysms!” The Luck God scolded him, crossing her paws. “We can’t risk anyone becoming  suspicious of where the guardian is - anyone who knows  the temple returned will be on the hunt!”

“Please,” Plagg scoffed. “I can pop  in and out without him noticing and not leave a trace - it’d probably at least annoy the hell out of Mr-stick-up-his-”

“As much as I’d like to get him back for his rude  comment - seriously, where does he get off?!” Marinette interrupted with a sigh and a small smile. “Tikki’s right, and it wouldn’t be very guardian or Ladybug-like of me besides.”

“Fine - but the offer still stands.” The little floating cat huffed, flying over to where Squishy cuddled  in her bed by the window, watching her owner for signs of needing her.

It was odd how well the dog and cat god got along - Plagg refused to acknowledge he was fond of the Pit Bull, but they were found more often than not sleeping curled  together on Mari’s bed at night, and Marinette suspected he snuck  her treats.

“As long as we don’t see each other much beyond going in or out of our places - it shouldn’t be a problem.” She shrugged, popping a cookie from the plate in her mouth and handing one to Tikki who happily accepted. “With how ‘busy’ he alluded to being - it shouldn’t be hard.”

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Turns out -  easier said than done.

She saw him the next day in line at a coffee shop accompanied by  a man a few years older than him who looked as if  death had warmed over. Mr. Grouchy made eye contact with her and scowled before turning away with a tsk.

She rolled her eyes and focused back on the barista. “Hello,” she smiled as much as she could manage at the buttcrack of dawn. “It’s a longshot, but do you happen to have any ‘Black Insomnia’ or ‘High Voltage’?” The blonde behind the counter paled.

“Not another one.” She whispered, her eyes darting over to the man being tugged along by her neighbor.

Marinette tilted her head in question, and the barista seemed to shake it off.

“We are well stocked with Black Insomnia, what size will it  be and how would you like it made?” She asked, her customer service smile  strained.

“The largest you have - as black as you can make it.” She smiled back and took her receipt, walking over to a booth, overhearing her call out for a “Suicidal Wayne” just as another worker called out for the same drink.

The older boy, the one who looked in desperate need of a good night's sleep, leaned on Mr. Pissy as if he was the only thing keeping him upright - but at the mention of the order, his eyes snapped over to her. He gave her a small wave, and she returned it with a quirked brow. He looked close to  moving  over, but Sir Scowls-a-lot stopped him with a hand on his arm. He spoke in a low voice, and the tired man’s face melted into a mix of disappointment and exasperation. The man shot her an annoyed look and turned back to the front.

She wanted  to go over and demand to know what he could  possibly say   having met her once for five minutes, but the barista called out three names - hers, ‘Tim’,  and ‘Damian’. She walked  up before the two could move and grabbed her cup, thanking the woman, before brushing past ‘Tim and Damian’ on her way out. She was in a rush - there was a show coming up next week and she had fittings all day, she didn’t have time to deal with her asshat of a neighbor and his friend with good taste in coffee.

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As the days passed, they continued bumping into each other. Their dynamic well-past talking, favoring annoyed glares and eye rolls. He wanted to scare her off (the Wayne lawyer way or Robin way - he hadn’t decided yet), but his father and brothers refused - insisting she hadn’t done anything deserving of any kind of action.

Yet. His mind supplied.

There was something off about her - the sixth sense he’d acquired through his life was never wrong, and she set it  off like fireworks whenever she was near. He couldn’t get a read on her intentions, but he wasn’t one to wait for the other shoe to drop - he planned to keep his eye on her.

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He saw her again on patrol a week and a half after she first knocked on his door.

He was in costume uniform tailing a group of five men who  had recently left a warehouse that  belonged to  the Penguin. Red Hood stationed  across the street following parallel to him.

The men turned the corner on Hood’s side, and Robin signaled he would wait until they were out of earshot before grappling over. Hood nodded and continued trailing them.

Robin waited for a beat, then shot his hook out to grab the highest ledge available.

“Shit.” Hood’s voice through his comm made his hand jerk and his grappling hook missed the mark. He released his own curse and reshot as soon as the cable  fully retracted.

“Report, Hood.” He snapped, flipping at the arc of his swing and sailing over the first building.

“They’re targeting a girl - she looks  your age, tiny, at least partially Asian,” Hood grunted lowly.

Damian groaned.

“Acquaintance of yours, Demon Spawn?” Red Hood teased.

“No names in the field, Hood.” He hissed. “And it’s  my new neighbor - she keeps popping up like a bad penny.”

“The one you said tried  to butter you up with cookies, and drinks the same motor oil as Replacement?” Hood asked. Robin landed beside him, leaning over the ledge to watch the girl’s progress as she leisurely strolled down the street with several shopping bags.

“<Tt>, idiot,” Robin muttered under his breath. “That’s her.” He glanced at Hood who nodded.

“You know - I still say you might have misjudged the situation - Timmy said she didn’t seem the cozy-ing up type and seemed  kinda openly pissed at you.” Red Hood mused.

“No. Names. In. The. Field. Hood.” Robin grit out, tired of this conversation - he’d had  versions of it with his family ever since the coffee shop incident.

Everyone insisted the  Dupain-Cheng girl was trying to be nice - but he looked through her records, and found  an unprecedented amount of bullying accusations against her in high school, and she’d quit her job at ‘Agreste’ with no warning - but that was oddly heavily-guarded information. He had been locked out of many of even the simplest social media accounts and public records - especially anything to do with the Agreste brand founder. A  familiar itch on the back of his neck told  him he was onto something big - and his suspiciously friendly neighbor was connected.

Hood took a breath as if to continue the conversation when Robin put a hand up and signaled downward.

They both looked to see the tiny girl turn sharply across the road and into a dead-end alleyway. She’s even stupider than I assumed , Robin mentally groaned as he and Red Hood scrambled to follow.

They dropped to street-level and ran over to the alley, prepared to find the young woman in need of saving, only to see three men passed out near the entrance.  A dented trash lid resting nearby.  The small girl, who looked like Red Hood could lift her with one hand, flipped  a fourth over her shoulder with ease.

“Holy Mother-” Hood gaped at the scene and  sidestepped  the flying body - it landed behind him on top of the others.

Robin didn’t flinch as the man sailed past and ruffled his cape. His eyes were fixed on the girl as she high-kicked the last man under the jaw - knocking him out immediately. He couldn’t stop the words ‘almalak almuharib[1]’ from slipping past his lips in an awed gasp. He’d never seen anything so beautiful in all his life.

He shook himself, scowling at the foolish thoughts that rose unbidden. Perhaps she is a shaman or spell caster. That is it - this must be a  spell. He reasoned to himself.

He watched, still unable to move, as the girl dusted off her clothes and reached into her bag.

“Are you two gonna help, or do you plan to stand there with your mouths open like a couple of fish.” She asked as she turned around with a handful of zip ties, eyebrow quirked.

“You have  one hell of a kick, kid.” Red Hood broke the silence, moving forward to grab a few of the proffered zip ties (even though he had plenty of his own).

“It was nothing.” She brushed off the complement with a wave of her hand and a light rose dusting on her cheeks.

Red Hood scoffed, “Whatever kid, that was the most badass take-down I’ve seen in a while - and I know Wonder Woman.” He extended his fist for a bump.

Her smile fell  from her face as if she’d been slapped - her eyes fixated on the proffered fist and starting to water.

“Uh…” Red Hood lowered  his arm, “I ain’t trying to hit you kid… you guys have fist bumps in Europe, right?” He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck.

“I… It’s nothing - you just... reminded me of a friend.” She whispered, taking in a shuddering breath and turning  sharply to secure the last guy she knocked unconscious.

Robin shared a look with his brother (an odd thing to do through a helmet, but they knew each other well enough for  it to work) and shrugged, before taking out his own zip ties and turning to the pile of three large men.

As they finished  with the other four, Marinette walked past them with her bags and a quick “I’ll leave them to you, then” - and left the alleyway, disappearing from sight.

“That… was weird, right?” Hood said, staring after her. “Shouldn’t we make her stick around to give a statement?”

Robin shook his head slowly. “I think… it would be best to let her go... this time. We have both seen that look before.” In the mirror every time we lost a teammate in battle, he glared   where he’d last seen her retreating figure, and puzzled  over the new information.

“Wait, wait, wait, I agree she can fight  and all, but are you really saying that the little pipsqueak...” He choked out in surprise, Damian could tell his eyes were bugging under his mask.

“I’m not sure, but she’s certainly no average civilian.” He cut his brother off with a shake of his head. “I suggest we keep an eye on her.”

“Hey, if you two have finished your little intrusion into the poor girl’s life and traumas, the police are  a minute out.” Barbra, or rather, Oracle’s voice sounded from their earpieces.

Damian took one last look at where she’d disappeared to before turning away with narrowed eyes and a “<Tt>”.

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Marinette withdrew following  the encounter in the alley - barely acknowledging her surly neighbor, Squishy refused to leave her side, and Plagg and Tikki often needed to call her name several times before she’d respond… The  Kwamii were worried.

“Tik… we only just pulled  her out of the slump she was in back in Paris after…” Plagg’s normally light and expressive face fell, his tail, ears, and whiskers drooping.

“I know… It’s never easy to lose one.” She whispered with a pained wince, past memories flashing in front of her eyes. She floated over to her other half and pulled him into her, petting the back of his head as stuttering purrs overtook  his shaking.

“If she continues to relive it, we’ll lose her too - remember  Keket.” Tikki shuddered at the reminder of the young girl.

“No… we can’t let that happen again,” Plagg growled, the memories of the long lost kitten painful even all these years later. They couldn’t let that happen to Marinette. Tikki nodded firmly into his shoulder.

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Marinette stretched out under a large oak tree in the city gardens, her sketchbook open on her lap and Squishy laid  over her legs - keeping guard. She stared at the blank page with unfocused eyes, memories swimming  in her head out of order and distorted.

“*Sniff* Mommy... Daddy…” A small voice sobbed, pulling her from her musings. She closed her book and set it aside. Squishy took that as a signal to get up and look around, her ears swiveling alertly.

“Where is it coming from, Squish?” She reached  to rest her hand on the dog’s back, Marinette stood  and looked  around intently.

Her dog gave a soft *wuff* and tugged on the leash. Marinette turned and allowed the Pit Bull to direct her. As they neared the bushes the sound came  from, Marinette stopped  short at the sight of a familiar well-kept head of dark hair and moved her and Squishy to peek around them to the bench beyond.

From her position, she saw  her prickly neighbor crouching next to a boy of about five or six whose cries turned into soft giggles as a Great Dane licked at his face, tail wagging wildly.

“Alright Titus, let the boy breathe.” The man grunted, tugging lightly on the large dog’s collar. “Now, have you calmed enough to tell me your name?” He asked in a surprisingly gentle voice, turning his attention to the boy. The kid nodded, sniffing and reaching out to pat the dog - who happily leaned in.

“E-Ethan… My name’s Ethan Sorensen, Mr. Wayne.” He said shyly.

“Ah, you recognize me?” The younger boy nodded, still stroking the dog.

The Wayne Heir returned the nodd. “Good - at least you didn’t talk  to  a complete stranger. You should be more careful though, the world - and this city especially - are dangerous places for someone  young and inexperienced.” He scolded with a frown.

The boy shrunk in, and Titus nudged further into the boy, whining slightly. The temperamental man sighed and hesitantly put a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“I do not mean to be harsh - I am merely  glad I found you first.” He gave the boy a strained smile and it received a laugh from the kid. His eye twitched in annoyance.

“<Tt>,” He groused, pulling back and taking out his phone. He tapped a few times before placing the phone against his ear. “Gordon, I have a boy named Ethan Sorensen alone in the Southeast end of Robinson Park, have there been any missing child reports?” He nodded at whatever response he received. “Good, let your father know we will wait  for them on a bench... Yes, of course I plan to remain with him! He is no older than six!... Yes, yes, I will stay behind to issue a statement to the officer… Goodbye Gordon.” He hung up the phone and returned it to his pocket before turning back to the boy.

“Your parents are on their way, would you like to play fetch with Titus until they arrive?” He received a shy nodd in return and handed over a yellow batman-themed ball which was enthusiastically chased  once thrown.

Marinette watched a few more throws before retreating to the tree where she had left her bag and packed up.

“So he can be sweet,” she mused to Tikki under her breath.

The Kwamii poked her head out of Mari’s pocket and giggled. “Though he didn’t seem super comfortable with the situation, he went out of his way to be kind to the boy. He stepped  up when needed.”

“Yeah, I guess our grumpy-goose next door can act like a human - now and then.” Marinette laughed, turning toward the park’s exit, a light flutter in her chest  after watching her awkward frenemy do something kind.

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That night, Marinette seriously considered  donning her mask for the first time in over a year.

She couldn’t explain why, but watching Damian’s secretly sweet nature peek through had  lifted her spirits. She felt more like her old self than she had in a long time.

The dark and handsome man was obviously out of his comfort zone in interacting with the boy, but his desire to help another person outweighed his own discomfort. Mari’s guardian senses could see the effort it took to overcome the deep-seated parasitic darkness that latched onto his being. .

Her bones buzzed with an energy that had been absent for  a year. She didn't call for a transformation though - her Guardian duties came first, and she needed to understand the city as a healer before she could take on an active protector role.

Using the recovered energy, she took back up a project she'd been working on - knitting hats, gloves, and scarves with needles Wayzz helped her infuse with a warming charm. She planned to give them away at the shelter she volunteered at on weekends when the weather turned in a few months.

She had four sets of mittens done and adjusted the needles to start on a fifth when a loud crash sounded from the other end of the wall. She jumped up and grabbed the retractable baton she stored in her crafting room, sliding into a crouching position. Tikki and Plagg flew over from the cushion they were lounging on to hover next to her.

They waited in suspense  - listening for clues as to what was going on beyond the wall.

After a few moments, a pained groan sounded along with another, smaller crash.

Was it… her surly Wayne neighbor?

She shared a glance with Tikki and Plagg, and the three nodded. Plagg phased through the wall, and Tikki flew to Mari’s shoulder. An anxious minute later, Plagg returned, stifling laughter with his paws.

“Oh yeah - he’s gonna need some help,” He snorted. “And what is it with you attracting all the weirdos?” He cackled, flying over to the mini-fridge she kept stocked with Kwamii food and phasing through.

“You’ll want to bring the first aid kit,” he continued, exiting the fridge with a small wheel of cheese and taking a large bite before continuing. “Probably keep the baton with you in case there’s trouble - the kid may not be much help  watching your back.”

That snapped her to attention, and she rushed off to her bathroom to grab the enormous first aid kit she collected over  years of hero work. She pulled on a coat - Tikki slipping into a pocket - and shoved her feet into her deep red combat boots, quickly tying them before rushing out her front door and over to the stoop she’d glared  at in passing for weeks.

Marinette  took a deep breath to calm herself before testing the door - which was of course locked. She huffed and pulled out the lock-pick set she stored in the inner lining of her boots. She unlocked  the door after two frustrating minutes - it seemed her neighbor wasn’t satisfied with the standard locks that came with the condos and installed his own.

Once inside, she closed the door behind her and re-locked it  - noticing a blinking red light on a small black box along the side of the door.

Probably a silent alarm, she mused, No matter - I’m here to help and have no intention of harming… Oh geez, I don’t even know his name - what will the police think when they arrive  here?! What names did the barista say  at the coffee house? - Tim and… Damian? Gah! It doesn’t matter - he still needs help! She shook herself and continued along the hallway with the first aid kit in her left hand and the baton in her right - raised and ready for trouble.

“Um… Hello?” She called out, deciding it was better to alert any robbers than to scare her injured neighbor. “It’s Marinette Dupain-Cheng - your neighbor next door? I heard a crash and someone in pain, so I let myself in…” Having cleared the first floor, she turned to the stairs at the back of the house past the kitchen. “Mr. Wayne?”

A pained grunt sounded from the top of the stairs and she tensed further, not foolish enough to rush  ahead after the warning Plagg gave  - even if it wasn’t bad enough to insist on coming himself.

“Is that you, Mr. Wayne?” She called, narrowing her eyes as she reached the top of the stairs.

“I...in here...” A deep male voice coughed from the last room to her right, and she heard a low growling as she entered the room.

“I’m going to turn on the light.” She called a moment before she did.

Muttered cursing sounded at the light and drew her eyes to the floor under the window where the young Wayne lay on his side, clutching a gash over his chest, and surrounded by glass. The  man was dressed in a ripped Robin uniform she’d become familiar with due to all the merch that littered the city.

“Oh…” Marinette  whispered, Plagg’s comment on attracting weirdos now making sense. She heaved a deep sigh.

“His name is Titus, right?” The dog twitched at his name, and his master nodded stiffly. “Will he  let me take a look at your injuries?” She retracted the baton and set it on the ground slowly with the kit, keeping her movements slow, and returning to a standing position with her palms empty and up.

“Titus, hda[2].” The dog slowly relaxed his tense position and looked back at the boy on the ground behind him. “Rahab[3].” The man said,  nodding toward her, wincing as it pulled at one of his many injuries.

Though she didn’t understand the language of the commands, their meanings were obvious - she sank to the floor again and turned to her side, slowly offering her hand for the great black beast to sniff. He cautiously approached her and watched her body language intently as he snuffled at her hand - leaving a cool trail behind, which would have made her giggle in  another situation.

Finally deciding to trust her , he licked her cheek and released a whine - tugging her jacket sleeve over to his injured master. She reached back to grab her kit and allowed the dog to pull her forward.

“Where are you hurt most severely?” She asked, kneeling beside him, ignoring the few pricks of glass in her legs as she did so.

“The gash on my chest is the only one that needs looked at immediately... the others are superficial.” He wheezed lightly, his voice strained.

“Was your head or spine injured to your knowledge?” At the slight shake of his head, she carefully slid her arms under him and gently lifted him into a princess carry. He let out an indignant and surprised manly squeak and she tried to hide her smile.

“Your partners, do you want me to contact them?” She asked, entering the connected bathroom and flipping the switch with her shoulder.

“My communicator and tracker are busted - though if you came through the front door, they were alerted and will send someone to check when  I do not respond.”

She nodded and set him into the tub as gently as she could, shooing Titus away from sticking his head in as close as he could get it to the man. She set her kit on the floor and pulled out a pair of scissors. He snorted at the sight.

“Those will not even make a scratch in -” She grinned at his stunned silence as she nearly glided through the material, snagging  a few times on previously patched parts.

“...” He stared at the scissors as she shifted to cut the sleeves. “This is the highest grade kevlar… how in the…” He turned to meet her laughing eyes and quirked an eyebrow.

“I have my secrets,” She gestured to the suit she was tearing into. “And you have your’s.” He pinned her with a look, but she raised her own brow as if to ask ‘you don’t actually expect me to tell you, do you?’

He scoffed and turned to the wall.

She laughed and moved the last of the material out of the way - turning back to her kit to gather her supplies.

“I don’t suppose you’d let me give you any Lidocaine?” He gave her a ‘what do you think?’ look. “That’s what I thought - want something to bite on?”

“I’ll be fine.” He grumbled, turning away again.

“Alright tough guy, I’m gonna just dive in - if you need a break or want to change your mind, let me know.” He nodded, and she threaded the hooked needle, glancing at him once more before starting in.

She was amazed at how little he reacted - a few face twitches at most - and she made sure to get through it as quickly as possible. After tying it off, she cleaned around the wound and taped gauze over it, and nodded to herself in satisfaction.

She turned  to grab more alcohol swabs, only to find the injured hero unsteadily climbing  to his feet.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” She asked, exasperated.

“The rest is livable - I will be fine. Thank you for-”

“Thank me when I’m done patching you up, you stubborn fool.” She rolled her eyes, pushing him back down.

“How are you so strong?!” He huffed. “I don’t know of many civilians who could lift a grown man without an issue…” He left the statement trailing like a question, and she laughed.

“I grew up in a bakery - I’ve been lifting bags of flour my whole life.” She shrugged, taping up his finished arm and moving onto another gash.

“Sure…” He scoffed, not believing for a second that was all there was to it. She shrugged in response.

They sat in silence until she finished , tapping on the last square of gauze.

“Alright,” She helped him to his feet  and over to his bed. “Is there anything else you need?”

He shook his head, giving a soft ‘Thank you’ - reaching out to catch her hand as she began walking over to retrieve  the baton she’d left by his door.

“Truly - I… I would have been in trouble if you had not found me when you did. The others are in the middle of a fight and my beacon was broken before I could activate it… there might  still be  time before they worry.”

“Happy to help.” She smiled, patting his arm. He nodded, breaking eye contact again and patting Titus who jumped on the bed  to snuggle  the man.

“By the way…” She started. “What is your name? I know your last name is Wayne - that’s what the boy at the park said anyway, and I think it’s either ‘Damian’ or ‘Tim’ - because those were the names the barista gave at the coffee shop…”

“Wait,” He stopped her. “You… don’t know who I am?”

“Um… should I? The way the boy said it made it sound  as if you’re well known here - but I’m only familiar with Parisian celebrities.”

“Oh, then… I believe I may owe you an apology.” He scratched the back of his head, still avoiding eye contact.

“Yes, yes you do - but what are you referring to?” She started with a irked look, and he had the decency to look abashed.

“When you first came to my door… I thought it another instance of someone trying to get in my good graces because I’m a Wayne. My father and brothers have warned me against social climbers, and I find it best to avoid encouraging them by making my disinterest known right away.” He still refused to meet her eyes and she reached out to touch his shoulder.

She waited until he met her eyes before speaking. “I appreciate and accept your apology, and  I understand. ” He raised a disbelieving brow.

“No,” she chuckled, “Really. Back in Paris, I had a few friends who suffered from  the same problem - an Olympic fencer, a model, a rock singer…” She shrugged. “I get it… but I’d also like to start again if you’re up for it?”

He stared at her for a moment, taking in her sincerity, before he slowly nodded and extended his hand.

“Hello… I am Damian Wayne.” She grinned and grasped his hand.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

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Dick burst into the apartment moments after Marinette returned to her own home - leaving her phone number behind with strict instructions to call if he needed anything. He explained what  happened - causing Dick check for a concussion when he openly admitted to misjudging her - and was taken to the cave.

Alfred was impressed with Marinette’s stitch job, and only needed to re-bandage the wounds he’d checked. His father had interrogated him for several hours when he found out a near-stranger  knew at least Robin’s identity. He was talked down from all-out kidnapping the girl for answers only because Damian insisted on it - and he rarely stood up for his family, let alone strangers. So, they decided to keep a close eye on her when she went out (Damian living directly next door kept them from over-bugging the outside of her home).

They discovered she worked  in a small boutique in the Fashion District, and volunteered  at a shelter. When she wasn’t at either of those places or running errands, she wandered the city for places to sit and sketch. They had the sneaking suspicion she knew of their presence , but hadn’t caught her looking directly at them yet.

They were all  wary of her but eventually  eased up on their suspicions the more they were around the little - but strangely strong - ball of sunshine.

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A few nights later, Damian awoke to the sounds of muffled cries. He instinctively jolted out of bed and reached for the sword next to his nightstand. Listening, he found the sounds came from Marinette’s apartment. He popped open the door to his balcony located  on the same wall as hers.

Leaping over - narrowly avoiding knocking over one of the many pots strewn on  every surface - he slunk over to her door and peeked inside, expecting  a struggle and looking for the best opening to intervene.

What he saw was his small neighbor (friend?) curled  on her bed, tangled in her blankets, with tears streaming down her face. She thrashed, a whimper loud enough for him to hear through the glass slipping through her lips.

He sighed and set his shoulders - he’d seen enough night terrors from his brothers, the Titans, and even members of his grandfather’s League to know he wouldn’t leave her to suffer, but not looking forward to explaining how he entered .

Working on  the simple lock, he slid the door open silently, and closed it behind him, leaning his sword against it where she wouldn’t notice it unless she paid attention. .

A whine halted his approach, and he paused, noticing the butter-colored Pit Bull at the foot of the bed - having obviously knocked off in her mistress’ movement - and reached a hand out. The dog sniffed hesitantly, her tail stuck firmly between her legs, and her ears flat against her head in worry.

“It’s alright, girl, I am here to help.” He soothed, rubbing at her ears until her tail uncurled and began to half-heartedly wag.

“NON!... CHAT!” The girl on the bed sobbed, her arms flailing as if reaching for something.

He was at her side in an instant, grabbing her arms and readying himself in case she fought him.

“Mari!” He called, shaking her none too gently, “Mari! It is a dream! You need to wake up!”

It took several tries, but soon her eyes shot open.

She sat up, latching onto the first thing she found, and as he still held  her wrists, (and her dog was on the floor) he found his arms full of a sobbing Marinette. She gasped, muttering in French  how sorry she was, how she should have been stronger, how it was her fault…

He held her, as his brothers did for him for months after he came back from the pits and awoke from his own nightmares. He started to rock back and forth - smoothing her hair, and she cuddled in closer, her cries pittering out.

The city’s ambience filled the room - interspersed with the slight creaking of the bed at Damian’s continued rocking motion.

“Do you wish to talk about it?” He asked after what felt like both a moment and an eternity.

She hesitated, before starting in a small, frail voice.

He learned  what  transpired in France with the villain the League had been forbidden from interfering with. She told him of  the emotional trauma - having to police your own emotions, watching loved ones be used, watching them die horribly, only to have them come back with no memory of the fact.

And then - she told him about Ladybug.

She didn’t swear him to secrecy or threaten him if he told anyone - it spilled out with everything else.

She had been alone.

As a civilian, she was isolated, and as a hero - she had no one to lean on, especially once  entrusted with the Guardian title. She had only her Kwamii (whatever that was - she made it seem like some  all-powerful sprite) who knew her identity, and she couldn’t properly vent for fear of becoming ‘akumatized’.

She told him about the final battle. How it turned out to be the father of a friend who terrorized  everyone, how her partner had nearly fallen apart in grief - as it was his father - and how her partner, her friend, had died saving her from his father’s blade. The blow caused his own power, a "cataclysm" to defensively implode, destroying everything in the vicinity - even the bearer of the ring. Marinette's saving grace was her own power, the ultimate balance to destruction, which shielded her from the blast.

She sobbed into his shoulder after the tale was done until she eventually fell into a deep sleep.

He set her back into the bed gently and covered her with the blankets. Moving to the chair in the corner he  slumped down,  head in his hands,  absorbing  the emotion and information her story had left him with.

A wet nose nudged his arm, and he looked down to see her dog slowly wagging her tail and giving him sad puppy-eyes. He gave her a small smile.

“It’ll be alright…” He shifted to search for a tag to find  her name - not remembering it from Marinette’s initial introduction.

“It’s Squishy.” A small, high voice called. He jerked his head up to watch a red fairy-bug…thing float down to rest on the dog’s head. “Mari found her rooting through some trash in an alley a week after the final battle - they’ve been inseparable  ever since.”

They eyed each other for a moment before he broke the silence.

“...Tikki… right?” That was the name from Marinette’s story. She nodded, her big sky-blue eyes analyzing  his soul.

“I am Tikki, Kwamii  of Creation and good luck. Thank you for helping my chosen tonight - Plagg and I couldn’t wake her.” She drooped. “This one was particularly bad.” He nodded, and another sprite floated over, this one pitch black with a tail, small pointed ears, and ancient, acid green eyes.

“I’m Plagg - Kwamii of Destruction and bad luck - and I won’t hesitate to cataclysm you into oblivion if you hurt my Bug with the info she trusted you with tonight - or at all, for that matter.” It should have been impossible, with all of his experience, to be frightened of such a tiny being, but Damian found himself shuddering at the fierce protectiveness all the same.

“Understood.” Damian nodded.

“Good.” And just like that, the eyes were half-lidded and looked bored. “Do you have any fancy cheese at your place? The Bug cut me off from the good stuff after I tangled  her  expensive yarn or whatever.” He rolled his eyes and crossed his ‘arms’.

“Plagg! Can you not think of your stomach for once?!” The red sprite cried, exasperated.

“I spent the whole night watching Spots and trying to wake her when the dream started, then I threatened the birdboy - that’s a long time!” He pouted, and Damian huffed in amusement at how much the tiny cat reminded him of Todd’s bottomless pit of a stomach.

“There’s blue cheese and brie in the fridge.” He pointed down and to the side where his kitchen lay, and was shocked as the cat passed directly through the wall without a word.

“Sorry about him ,” Tikki said with a fond sigh. “He’s worried about Mari, and pretending he doesn't care is how he copes.” She took on a serious look and pinned him with it.

“I know you’re  a hero and used to keeping secrets, but the miraculous are the most powerful artifacts in the world. We existed  before the dawn of man, and we will far out-live your kind.” He stared at her, the ancient power from the cat now pulsed  from her, telling him she wasn’t to be trifled with.

“Mari is all alone in this, and we planned  to convince her to seek help from your “league of heroes” soon, so this is not entirely  inconvenient - but she trusted you. She is  gifted with excellent instincts - both as a Ladybug and a Guardian - I don’t oppose her choice, but I warn you - should you cause any harm to befall her, you will answer to me.” Damian shuddered for the second time that night - the second time in years - and nodded solemnly.

“I understand.” She searched his eyes for another minute before her own softened.

“I see  you do. You’ve  endured your own trials.” He looked at the lump on the bed to avoid her stare. “I think you will be good for each other.” She mused, rising from Squishy’s head and floating over to the wall connecting his home to Marinettes’.

“I’m going to make sure Plagg hasn’t eaten everything you own.” She giggled, and phased through the wall.

He released a shuddering breath and slumped down from his stiff position - reaching over to pet Squishy’s head as she leaned in and began to thump her tail against the floor. He smiled softly at the sight and sunk further back into the chair with a deep sigh.

He leaned back, staring at the ceiling, trying to sort through how to help the neighbor he’d assumed was after his money and name. He winced at his previous misconceptions. He  needed more practice at  learning to accurately read people - perhaps he could convince Cass to coach him in nonverbal cues.

He shook his head, helping Marinette build  a support system was top priority. He’d always bemoaned his family getting in his way - but at least he’d never been left alone. From her story, it seemed like she’d run  the entire Paris operation on her own the four years Hawkmoth had been at large.

The first step was to involve  his Father and siblings  - they’d know how to execute a plan  - but he felt it had to come  at her own pace. From what she said, she’d had no choice but to play catch-up during her entire battle - since she was twelve.

He continued to chase his thoughts  in a dizzying dance until he eventually succumbed to sleep, not noticing when the kwamii crept back and snuggled in alongside Marinette.

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Three months later - a tiny girl in a dark red and black ensemble was spotted running on rooftops alongside Robin, Red Hood, and Nightwing, her light, bell-like laughter ringing out into the Gotham night.

The local media pages blew up - the people of Gotham fell  in love with their ‘Ladybird’ and her sweet nature which  opposed the stoic and gruff bats. It was interesting for them to see her banter and fight alongside the other members of the team -  especially Robin, who became  her shadow, rarely leaving her side.

She had several blogs dedicated to her feats and theories about the miraculously healed injuries and repaired battle sites. It didn’t take long for people  from France to find the numerous articles, and start the rumor she was once their ‘Ladybug’, but there was no solid evidence. The two looked and acted completely differently.

Ladybird was free-spirited and light of heart, whereas Ladybug was serious and professional. Many speculated the  Ladybug miraculous  traded hands, but, as there was no supernatural Cat seen, it  remained an unlikely theory.

Unfortunately for the bloggers, it was hard to snag  a good look at the bats, as they thrived in the darkness. Others  commented on Robin’s costume change, but Ladybird’s appearance  took the spotlight.

If they had caught a closer look, they would have found Robin’s red and yellow colors gone , and the forest green was replaced with a more muted-toxic tone. Thankfully, his hood hid the most significant changes as he now sported two small velvet ears that reacted to sound and emotion, and his usual katakana now had a pitch-black blade with green detailing on the hilt.

In completely unrelated news,  the youngest son of Gotham’s resident billionaire was  in the news frequently as he’d taken to hanging around a petite Asian-French girl who was rumored to be a famous designer from France. She was photographed numerous times on outings with Damian and both their dogs - who got  along even better than  their owners.

Due to her kind nature and enchanting  smile, she quickly gained the  nickname  ‘Sunshine of Gotham’ and the tag trended frequently  on Twitter.

During an interview with a fashion magazine, she was asked if she’d ever leave the city of crime, and the answer she’d given was proudly displayed in the Gotham Gazette the next day.

“The people of Gotham have heart and spunk which  can’t be matched - I was welcomed here after a difficult time in France, and I don’t see myself growing tired of being challenged and cared for in the way only Gotham can.”

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[1] Almalak almuharib - ‘Warrior Angel’ in Arabic [2] Hda - ‘calm’ in arabic [3] Rahab - ‘greet’ in arabic

[thattimdrakeguy]

Tiny Timmy Drake headcanons!

Hmmmm? How tiny you talking? Cause Timmy’s pretty small at any age. Like Timmy by default is tiny Timmy.

But hmmm.

In my head I abide by the idea of a floating timeline. So when ever I imagine 90s Tim (my fav Tim and the default one in my head) I always imagine it in present day, and so I’ve tried to somewhat adapt his character to modern day.

So I’ll just make headcanons that can apply to both pre-Robin Timmy, and as Robin Timmy. With a few maybe just pre-Robin Timmy just in case you meant EXTRA tiny Timmy.

Like he was on message boards and fan clubs as a kid. So I feel like the modern equivalent to that nowadays would be running a fan blog.

He also drew fan art, but in a modern day where that stuff has a community to encourage it. He probably got better at that and became a well known fan artist even though he’s just a little kid.

Has two Robin cosplays. One is clearly literally just his briefs and a red shirt, with a really bad cape and some green converse or what ever. But when he got laughed at by his friends over wearing it so much he spent the money to actually buy a more spot on cosplay. To which his friends still laugh cause the costume looks freaking ridiculous, but Tim doesn’t care because he loves Robin so freaking much.

Probably owns lots of Super Hero pajamas and action figures. I know he owns a robot action figure for real when he’s 15, so he definitely plays with action figures, and they’re always on and off on if Super Heroes have merch. But I like to think they do, and that Tim has a full-on Super Hero action figure collection.

Met Cassie without even knowing at a comic con. Both in cosplay as their favorite heroes (a prequel addition to the headcanon I already shared on the Cassie post). But they had no idea. Tim went to it with some boarding school friends since his parents where busy and it was in town, and Cassie’s mom took her. She joined them for a little bit and Cassie’s mom mostly went along with it because “WHY ARE THESE KIDS UNSUPERVISED”. They don’t really realize it till much later when they’re both in Young Justice and do it again and they just stare at each other for so long cause “Something about this feels like Deja Vu”.

Other people already have this headcanon and shared it with me even before, but I also just share it, where his teddy bear he’s shown as having, and implied to hide, was from his mom and he uses it to calm down his anxiety. But when he was in boarding school and he mostly just had a room to himself or with another kid who I like to think was his friend since Tim seemed pretty cheery back then he openly kept it on his bed. But when his dad came back, Tim hid it, because Jack always kind of comes off like a guy that’s like “BE A MAN, TIMMY” and sort of shuns soft stuff like that.

During the middle of the night when him and his boarding school roommate (which I don’t know if he actually ever had, but lets say so for this), and they were both awake having midnight talk since they couldn’t sleep. Tim actually said he thought Bruce Wayne was Batman after a lot of prefacing that his friend couldn’t “tell anyone”. His friend blew it off as ridiculous and that Tim needs to stop obsessing over Super Heroes so much.

Has a long lost older sister that his parents never told him about because they gave her away because they “weren’t ready”, and knew Tim would be very upset about it, even at a very young age.

Has a tik tok, it’s very cringy but a few go viral mainly cause Tim’s just so cute in a dorky baby way that people shared it. Tim didn’t realize some were laughing at him so he kept doing it till he realized. Later Ives finds out and makes Tim do it again for his big “comeback”. Tim in the earlier comeback ones clearly looks very annoyed and awkward cause he didn’t really wanna do it. But later on him and Ives makes some bangers.

Used to jump on the bed a lot until he broke the springs and was too embarrassed to tell anyone he literally broke his bed. So he just slept on a broken bed till his days at boarding schools were over.

[dc-ships-nstuff]

Hey! Can I have a ship please? I am a brazilian girl, brown eyes and wavy hair, 160 cm and tan skin. I am a art lover (especially literature and architeture), I like to take risks and I am a little bit imprudent. I love marcial arts, especially muay thai. I hate egocentric or cynical persons. Usually I am sweet and empathic, but when I am very angry I say EVERYTHING that I think (I am working on it, I swear). I am stubborn and I don't give up easily. I like to work alone and I am introvertid.

OKay, HEY (!!!) So last night I (ris/honey) was drafting things on a whiteboard, and let me tell you, thank you so much for sending a detailed description, the headcanons i came up with last night... sdlfsfgsdfgsdjfkdshl ehehehehe

 Timmy Drake and here’s why: 

- he’d stress-braid your hair. Either when he’s stressed or when you are. 

- he gets a little full of himself sometimes (rarely, really), and... he’s working on it. 

- You’ll take risks together. From “idk we might die... let’s do it.” to “ppstt. timmy do you think this cookie dough is safe to eat?” “*takes huge handful and eats it* *mouth full*eh”

- when you’re training (i just googled muay thai and HOLY FUCK THAT’S AWESOME) he’d just walk in and play some music (if you already have music playing.. he’ll change it. He’ll put very classical music just to piss you off, and sometimes music for slow dancing, and he’ll sway and hum all by himself while you’re sweating your talent off. 

- He’ll be such a goofy partner, like he’d just do the typical Chandler dance whenever you kiss him on the cheek or hug him or grab his hand, or say something sweet to him. 

- he LOVES CUDDLING and if you don’t then he’s fine with that, but if he sees ever a tiny mark that you like cuddling, he’ll cling on to you forever. 

-i said this like right now, but he is SO CLINGY.  Like super-duper-mega clingy with three pounds of kryptonite on top. If you kiss him in public, he’ll kiss you back twice as passionately. If you call him while he’s with his friends, he’ll answer and facetime you and show you off because Tim Drake backwards spells out Boyfriend Material. 

- He’d love to hug you from behind and dig his chin in your shoulder. He loves planting kisses on your neck. 

- When you get in arguments, sometimes it’s really truly ugly, and he’ll just slide in his headphones and listen to the playlist he created that reminded him of you (x) and he’ll grab a piece of paper and you’re madder than eve because you’re yelling at him and he’s listening to music? 

- He’ll scribble a few paragraphs on the piece of paper, and he’ll hand it to you, still with his earbuds on, and you’re still mad, but you take it, and he then hugs you really tight, and you’re too shocked to fight it, and he plants a kiss on your forehead, then he walks out the door. 

- kinda rude, if you ask yourself, but the letter reads something along the lines of im sorry.... i love you... i’ll be in the kitchen... i love you... and you just completely lose your shit because you don’t know how to feel about this. 

- you calm down after a bit, but there’s still no way in HELL you’re going to go to the kitchen. You’re a bit too stubborn for that. 

- so when Tim knocks softly on the door, and you mumble a ‘come in’ and he opens the door and you see that his eyes are slightly red and his cheeks are red because of the rough cloth he wiped his eyes with, when you see that his nose is puffy and he’s changed into that one shirt you once said you really liked, and his breath smells like your favourite cookies, but you won’t run into his arms. You’re not like that after a fight.

- So tears are hotly falling down your cheeks and he walks towards you and hugs you real tight, and next thing you know you’re hugging him back and he says, “let’s never fight again”, and you sniffle a laugh because... because 

- eheheh i see that i got into my ‘fic’ persona right there, but i have MORE: 

- You’ve seen those tik toks in which girls sit on their boyfriend’s lap while they’re playing videogames? Yeah? That’s tim. You’re reading or working on something, or drawing/painting, and he’ll just crawl his way into your embrace. 

- you’ll laugh a bit and then smack him with the next item you can find because holy hell no one interrupts you while you’re working. 

- He’ll take you on art dates, every week, he’ll just set up all sorts of materials on the floor, sometimes canvases, sometimes not, and you’ll spend all evening and night painting on each other and your canvases. 

SO THIS IS THE FIRST ONE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! 

[boneles-ss]

*!!!!!!SPOILERS FOR JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING!!!!!!*

Things about the Magnus archives (mostly season 5) and it’s fandom that make my lungs collapse with the sheer amount of serotonin that floods my entire body when I see them

The fact that no matter what you do or how good of an artist you are Jared Hopworth will always look like a blobfish

Anytime Jon has an ace ring I literally combust

“ACAB” vs “I am gay” werewolf wife (also please I need more basira art please I need it please she is beautiful plea—)

Breekon and Hope: these homies have been happily married as a joke and as a fuck you to Peter and Elias for over 300 years

Tim “Kool-Aid Man” Stoker

The 15th fear: Teenagers (+I’m about to throw hands with a 13 year old)

Jonny Sims had to kill off the only canonical brain cells in the pre-canon and the first season (rip Sasha and Gertrude)

SIMON FUCKINH FAIRCHILD WHAT AN ABSOLUTE MADMAN HES BEEN MY FAVORITE AVATAR SINCE WE MET HIM AND HE KEEPS GETTING BETTER I DONT KNOW WHY IT TOOK HIM YEETINF HIMSELF OUT OF THE SKY TO LAND ON HIS ASS IN FRONT OF THE LITERAL MOST IMPORTANT COUPLE IN EXISTENCE FOR EVERYONE TO REALIZE HIS POTENTIAL AS A COMEDIC GOLD MINE THANK YOU FOR NOT KILLING HIM JONNY SIMS HES JUST A USELESS IDIOT GRANDPA BIRD RAT STUPI

WTGFs Georgie and Melanie, blind, fearless, and WILL kick your ass

*sounds of brutal pipe murder*

Here is a alphabetized list of why you cannot and frankly should not kill me: 1) it’s rude. Thanks, The End. Jon: “fair enough” Martin: *pikachu face*

“You fear the Dark when you’re a CHILD and then you GROW UP to have more MATURE fears, like a TRIPPY MERRY-GO-ROUND WHERE YOU STEAL PEOPLE’S EXISTENCES”— Jonny Sims

Jonah crying on a dramatic couch in the panopticon and listening to tik tok-assigned theme song on repeat as his only source of self-esteem because even his god thinks he’s a bitch bastard

The “We Actively Know He’s Probably Listening and We Still Love to Disrespect Elias” gang

Jon but brian david gilbert

The Home of Phobia https://bugeyesandstumpy.tumblr.com/post/622671728278126592/remember-the-lonely-house-with-uncomfy-chairs-in

He was subjected to the ultimate fear of Being Known

martin the murder cheerleader martin the murder cheerleader martin the murder cheerleader

+Helen the godawful “listen to Martin :D!!” couple’s therapist and queen of the jonmartin fanbase (I especially love all the theories about her she’s very fun and spooky)

“Hello? Hello hello??? — phone guy Annabelle Kane

Nikola being HORRIFIED at the fact that Jon doesn’t moisturize

Martin “I’m traumatized, my new boyfriend is a monster, I love him so much, and I’m about vicariously to go feral” Blackwood.

Manuela’s tiny, evil sun https://bugeyesandstumpy.tumblr.com/post/622776071826325504

And last but certainly not least because they’re what started this whole tumblr spiral (hahahahahahaha) and deserve honorable mentions

“I want. Another. Divorce”

the kayaking trip

And all the ensuing chaos

(If anyone ever sees this as I’ve never posted anything of my own before, please feel free to add your own favorite things if you want, I probably missed some good ones that I will also be adding as everything gets closer to imminent sobbing :)

[kpopcotton]

Simply Soft ~ WAYV ver.

a/n ~ i figured that i would make this scenario ot21 (so expect nct 127 to be next!). here are their favorite things to do with you! • Prompt: ten’s instagram lives because he is babie • Genre: platonic fluff, bullet point scenario, wayv member!reader • Warning(s): strong desire to be a part of wayv • Reader Gender: gender-neutral

==≎==

Kun

he does not pick favorites, but if he did you would most definitely be the top of the list ngl

he has reasons lined up whenever the other members call him out on favoring you

1) you listen to him the most out of everyone

and 2) you don’t call him old very much which he finds extremely pleasing

3) you also offer to help him whenever he needs it and he cannot help but adore you for it

honestly would die for you, that’s how much he cares

always doing what he can for you

if you asked him to skydive out of a plane, he would do it at least ten times

he’s known you for a while as well so he’s always looking out for you

loves getting your input on things

if he’s making dinner he will bombard you with questions like “what do you want to eat?”, “does this need more seasoning?”, “have you eaten much today?”, or  “do i need to make a lot?”

wants you to feel included since you haven’t always been a part of wayv (you debuted with them at a later date)

will bring you with him everywhere if you’re up for it

grocery shopping, the mall, downtown to fun food stalls, every tourist attraction ever...

you name it, you and kun have been there

honestly, the best mom friend because he always pays for everything and makes sure you’re having a good time

however, his favorite place to go with you is the studio

you two just vibe

he says you’re very inspiring

enjoys making music with you next to him

finds your talents very exciting and will hype them up a lot

will sometimes have you sing or rap (maybe play an instrument if you can) so he can put it into his mixer and make a song with it

shows off all the things you make together to the rest of the guys so they can compliment you as well

overall a very considerate guy when it comes to your place in the group

wants the rest of wayv, and the fans especially, to love you as much as he does

he is always making you feel good about yourself

“you deserve to be here just as much as the rest of us, y/n.”

==≎==

Ten

stage ten clinger

loves you to the moon and back

finds you to be the cutest thing on planet earth and would, like kun, die for you

you could be the most cold-hearted savage and he would be cooing at you like he would a newborn

loves being around you but will give you space when you need it

can read you like an open book

always touching you in one way or another when he’s close enough

poking your cheek, leaning onto your shoulder, linking your pinkies, snuggling himself tightly against your side, you name it

though if you express a distaste for skinship, he’ll try to tone it down

he just wants you to be comfortable

always trying to teach you things

tried teaching you dirty phrases in thai but kun-mama found out and shut that shiz down real quick

moved on to teach you choreographies

it’s both fun and has the kun stamp of approval

you both try out every genre of dance under the sun

enjoys ballroom dancing with you, particularly when you both waltz around the room perfectly to the beat

keeps trying to get you into salsa dancing so he can see your hidden sexy side

a brat when you don’t listen to him

his all-time favorite dances are the ones where you two essentially just mess around

sometimes you both watch tik toks and try to learn the dances

tries to follow the dance to candy by doja cat because he loves the part where he can throw it back when she says “sweet spot”

wants you to do it with him and record it

will beg

if you do, he won’t stop talking about it

if you don’t, he won’t stop talking about it

essentially it’s a lose-lose

on another note, when he teaches you new choreographies, he’s very supportive and helps you when you struggle

never tells you directly what you did wrong (if you do anything wrong), but gives you hints so you can figure it out yourself and learn

gives you hugs when he feels you’ve done a good job (which is every time you dance tbh)

tries to kiss your cheeks in congratulations

“c’mon let me give you a kith!~”

==≎==

WinWin

the fans think he hates you

and when you first met him, you thought so too

but he was just a shy bean because he wanted to seem like a cool guy

he’s someone you can trust with your life

you two just click in a way that doesn’t need words

not going to name names yuta and taeil but people are jealous of the close bond you two share even though you haven’t known each other for long

many say you’re soulmates

he doesn’t do much with you because he just likes to relax on his days off, so he prefers when you both get to hang out around the house

his favorite place to chill with you is on the floor of the kitchen

he’s not one to express when things make him upset or if there’s something on his mind

he tends to suppress his emotions until they get to be too much

so one time, everything got to that tipping point and he couldn’t help but sit on the kitchen floor and have a good cry

you found him just as the last tears were falling

you could see he had been off the days leading up to that moment so you understood the reason

you sat next to him and wrapped one of his hands up in both of yours, much to his surprise because he had previously thought he was home alone

you both sat there in silence until he rested his head on your shoulder and thanked you in his tiny voice

now, whenever you guys hang out, you sit in that same spot on the floor

sometimes you sit in silence, other times you explode with conversation, sharing hushed complaints or secrets

and you always hold hands, sicheng demands it (silently)

in conclusion, winwin is the best boy and just likes to vibe with you

“you. me. kitchen floor therapy.”

==≎==

Lucas

one word to describe lucas with you

adorable

a total puppy around you and always smiling. he will follow you around like ten but doesn’t want to be clingy

if he can’t see you, he’ll ask where you are without a doubt

if you’re right behind him when he’s asking about your location, surprise him with a hug and he’ll just melt

hug him in any form and he’ll melt actually, he just loves the feeling of your arms around him

that being said, he absolutely adores when you cuddle with him, hold him in your arms, or just sit next to him in general

*chicken hand meme*

lucas is a very touchy person and loves to be close to the ones he cares about

makes sure you sit next to him for e v e r y t h i n g so he can do what he does to everyone who sits next to him, make his hand look gigantic while resting on your knee or thigh

at first, you didn’t really know how to act when his hand just straight up blanketed your thigh at the airport while the group was waiting for a flight

you made a weird noise in the back of your throat that could have sounded like a moan if you really wanted it to

fans have the moment forever caught on camera and you hate it

you wished you would have reacted more,, calmly to the contact

people always talk about it (the number of twitter posts is insane)

you asked lucas why he does it and his explanation was so cute that you didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop

he said that it was his way of making sure that you were there and it comforts him when there are a lot of people around

however, nowadays you don’t even notice when he does it

you find his habits endearing and don’t even bother worrying about it because all he wants is to show you he cares

basically, lucas finds your presence comforting and wants you to know it,, subtly

“stick close to me, okay?”

==≎==

Xiao Jun

literally the sweetest to you

very quiet around you but you know he cares a lot through the way he acts

it’s like he can read your mind, that’s how in tune he is with your emotions

another member that can read you like an open book

you feel the slightest chill and he’s already there with jackets or hoodies in any color under the sun

like a protective older brother

always ready to save you from yangyang

he confessed it was something he enjoyed doing immensely  

one time in the summer, you and yangyang decided to have fun on a day off and play outside with water guns

whoever got shot first would lose

obviously, neither of you planned on losing so you played like you were in an american war movie

twenty minutes in, yangyang proposed a truce from behind his post and came out into the open

you didn’t trust him but you decided to let your guard down for just a second 

which was a mistake

yangyang wasted no time aiming at you and shooting in your direction, only for dejun to come out of nowhere and take the shot to the chest

he was very dramatic about it, though you all were at that moment

*cue actor xiao jun*

he coughed while he lay on the ground with a soaked shirt, you were quickly down by his side demanding why he did it

he conveys it was the right thing to do, and it was his time

*cue his “death” and you yelling at him*

you avenged him by spraying yangyang in the face when he was bent over laughing at the scene

xiao jun doesn’t have a designated favorite activity to do with you, he just likes being someone you can rely on to protect you

even if that includes being a human shield for yangyang’s pranks

“don’t worry, i’m here.”

==≎==

Hendery

the crackhead duo

the other group members look on in confusion when you guys start screeching about something

you find something that you both deem funny and then you go into your own world to make jokes and laugh about it

you both have random ticks that you do together

there are plenty of videos, and i mean plenty, where you and hendery are in the background doing something weird in complete synchronization

one video shows you and hendery sitting in the back of the car while kun and winwin sit in front of you

you made a weird noise by accident but hendery made one back so you both just nodded at each other at the same time like some unspoken agreement was come across

another video of you guys exploring tourist attractions shows you and hendery doing a random dance together in the background before you both stop and point to a digital billboard with wayv on it in sync

it weirds the other members out but they don’t question it

another member that people think you’re soulmates with

there are times when you say the same thing at the same time, or hendery starts a sentence and you finish it

both of you don’t even acknowledge when it happens, but the group goes wild every time

especially lucas

he finds it to be the coolest thing in the world

loves, loves, loves going to the studio with you to just mess around when you are supposed to be working on the important stuff

you both come up with a new handshake each week to show the guys

the current one is at least thirty seconds long

you two are almost always live on one platform or another, just messing around and talking to fans

you show off your handshake of the week and then get right into dancing to random songs

sometimes you have a chill live (with the handshake as an opener ofc) and answer fans questions 

hendery loves to talk so you guys get way off-topic after each question but neither of you minds

admires when you get excited about anything

has the biggest smile on his face whenever you speak and his eyes never leave your face

always ready to hug you and be super extra when you get serious or act cute in any shape or form

your biggest fan and will not let you speak badly about yourself

“were we twins in our past lives?”

==≎==

YangYang

he’s a brat, but you can’t help but love him

constantly trying to prank you

and find something to roast you about

you prank him back and roast him just as much though

sometimes you team up to prank the other members but even then you both watch your backs in the event of a sudden betrayal

prank wars are common and most of the time kun-mama has to step in to get you two to chill out because you’re supposed to be working professionals

yangyang always whines and says something along the lines of, “as expected from the old man to shut down the kids’ fun.”

you laugh every time because kun’s offended expression is pure comedy gold, but you always hug the poor guy after

you both quote memes and have a plethora of inside jokes that none of the other members get

the amount of unique roasts you both come up with is crazy

you find time between all the pranks and calm periods, to play the game where you go back and forth with savage phrases, replying “of course”

moments of peace are rare but when they come around, you and yangx2 are the cutest, most relaxed babies to ever be baby

though he would never admit it to your face in a million years, his favorite moments with you are the ones where you come across a truce and you both let your guards down enough to be extra clingy

you either hang out in his room or yours and relax on your bed

you watch movies, play games, have deep talks about the future, wrestle and play fight, or even nap if you’re both up for it 

though make sure you wake up first because yangyang won’t hesitate to draw on your face

sometimes he forces you to lay on his chest so he can hold you close

will become a flustered mess if you try to get him to be the little spoon or even mention how cute he is for wanting to cuddle

he will complain about your teasing but doesn’t do much about it except tickle you

“come on, just let me like,,, relax or something!”

[stuck-in-jelly]

Some Tik Toks don't match up with their audios very well and not even in the purposely ironic way like having Livin' in the Sunlight, Lovin' in the Moon Light by Tiny Tim play as chaos unravels no.

Instead the video will be a trucker driving over and around an egg but the song will be I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace (2003)™

[kvintran-blog]

The Best Karaoke Songs of 2010 - Country and Pop

Since 2010 has traveled every which way, we can think back on the year and see; what were the top of the line karaoke tunes, both Pop and Country. Despite the fact that there are surveys that are fundamentally the same as in nature, this Pop and Country Karaoke Review is diverse in that it demonstrates what individuals that sing needed to perform, not exactly what individuals that adoration Today's Music needed to tune in to.

Here are our main ten picks-dependent on deals, solicitations, and prominence first the Pop List and afterward the Country List. Numerous plates that we sold amid the year had a few of these melodies on a similar circle so there is no solid strategy in deciding the key tune the purchaser was keen on when acquiring the plate. As such, our decisions can't be viewed as 100 percent precise of which melodies beat the rundown for 2010, however we think it approaches.

click here to listen to top 50 songs of 2018

Top Songs - 2010 Karaoke Pop  

#1 - Need You Now - Lady Antebellum (Yes, a nation bunch beat the 2010 Pop Music Chart; this current melody's pop blend rendition has electric guitar supplanting the nation guitar twang in the theme and the bridge.When I initially heard this tune I thought I had heard it previously; many trust it to be like 'Eye In The Sky' by Alan Parsons. I believe its ensemble is like 'Beyond what Words Can Say' by Alias)

#2 - California Gurls by Katy Perry - (Katy Perry has ended up being a tiny blip on the radar as well as a bonafied Pop Star. I, for one, thought her vocation would have been brief when her first single turned out entitled 'I Kissed A Girl' - the American Top 40 fanbase is whimsical and absent minded. Yet, here she is two years after the fact with her second collection that has brought forth 3 #1 Hits, including California Gurls. The melody is appealing with the line 'Daisy Dukes, Bikinis to finish everything'. She needs somebody to help her in the spelling office)

#3 - Hey, Soul Sister via Train - (We may have believed that Train was antiquated history since it had been a long time since they had any Pop Chart Success. Anyway three of those years they were on break and lookie now; 'Hello, Soul Sister' has brought this gathering resurrected. Who might have believed that a melody with a ukulele as the lead instrument could top the graphs? Possibly Tiny Tim would have, yet who recollects that him?)

#4 - TiK ToK by Ke$ha-(A snappy tune legitimately contrasted with 'Simply Dance' by Lady Gaga, this tune could be a cutout example of the many move numbers on American Top 40 today)

#5 - Nothin' On You by B.o.B - (This presentation single from craftsman B.o.B highlights Bruno Mars on visitor vocals, however the karaoke adaptation can clearly be sung as a solitary craftsman.)

#6 - Glitter In the Air by Pink - (This melody puts Pink on an unheard of level. It is a soul-filled, enthusiastic, sincere melody and in this way it was vigorously asked. She played out this melody at the 52nd Grammy Awards in a Cirque du Soleil style execution)

#7 - Bad Romance by Lady Gaga - (Another hit from the never unsurprising Lady Gaga. Highlights of this tune have been contrasted with her before hit 'Poker Face'.)

#8 - Today Was a Fairytale by Taylor Swift - (A decent little melody highlighted on the soundtrack of 'Valentine's Day'. Despite the fact that now and again I end up flinching at some of Taylor Swift's off-key live exhibitions, I acknowledge above all her anthems, as do numerous karaoke artists. Add your own vocals to the instrumental game plans and it doesn't make a difference what her 'live' execution seemed like.)

#9 - Only Girl (In the World) by Rihanna - (Rihanna proceeds with her series of achievement, with this uptempo move tune. This melody turned into her ninth number one single, more than some other craftsman since 2000)

#10 - Just The Way You Are by Bruno Mars - (This melody isn't a redo of the tune with a similar title by Billy Joel. It is a unique organization that is simply so sappy that it can make you cry. Practically every sweetheart, life partner, or spouse would become flushed to have this tune sung to them, much like the official video of this melody portrays. This incredible video and persuading vocals from Bruno Mars has made this a standout amongst the most asked for Karaoke Songs for 2010)

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My list of guilty pleasure songs.

Is there songs out there that you are too ashamed to admit you like?

They're known for being a joke, too awful, too silly or childish?

Well I'm all those things.

So I give you, a list of awful songs that I can't help to enjoy from time to time.

Carly Rae Jepsen - Call Me Maybe

Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up.

Back Street Boys - I want It That Way.

Willow Smith -Whip My Hair

Icona Pop - I love it (ft. Charli XCX)

Avril Lavigne -Sk8ter Boi

Smash Mouth - All Star

One Direction - What Makes You Beautiful

Hannah Montana - Best of Both Worlds.

Aqua - Barbie Girl

Tiny Tim -Living In The SunLight.

Nicki Minaj - Anaconda

Back Street Boys - Everybody ( Backstreet's Back)

Ke$ha - Tik Tok

NSYNC - Bye Bye

Avril Lavigne - Girlfriend

Avril Lavigne - Hello Kitty

Britney Spears - Oops!... I did It Again.

My Chemical Romance - Black Parade.

Darude - Sandstorm

OutKast - Hey Ya!

LMFAO - Sexy And I Know It.

LMFAO - Party Rock.

Gwen Stefani - Hollaback Girl

Ricky Martin - Livin' La Vida Loca

Rebecca Black - Friday.

Crazy Frog - Axel F

Spice Girls - Wannabe

Justin Bieber - Baby

Psy - Gangnam Style

Luis Fonsi - Despacito ft. Daddy Yankee

Any HSM song

Taylor Swift - We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together.

Evanescence - Bring Me To Life

Nelly - Hot In Herre

Doki Doki Literature Club - Your Reality

50 cent - In Da Club

Drop It Like It's Hot - Snoop Dogg

Jason Derulo - Watcha Say

Fergie - Fergalicious

Miley Cyrus - 7 things

NSYNC - It's Gonna Be Me

Daddy Yankee - Gasolina

Jason Derulo - Wiggle ft Snoop Dogg

Jason Derulo -Talk Dirty

That's all I could think of!

Let me know your guilty pleasures 😈 Feel free to reblog.