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ladybabbi · 1 year ago
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everything is blue . . .
Seren Hoshimi (misolade-edison)
Moa Kikuchi / Moametal (BABYMETAL)
Mai Hanase (iLiFE!)
Nano Suzume (iLiFE!)
Rinne Neru (NANIMONO)
Touma Mifuyu (NANIMONO)
Mizuki Kirihara (CANDY TUNE)
Rino Fukuyama (CANDY TUNE)
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komfortabull · 4 months ago
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Goedemorgen everyone! ♡
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madsmadart · 1 month ago
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Hihi! Here's the second custom dyed build a bear thats on hold for now, and this one is a blueberry muffin themed axolotl! I used fabric markers to give them freckles on their face and blueberry spots on their head!
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blueberry-ink-93 · 3 months ago
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penelope
Penelope spent a period of her life living in the proximity of the worlds greatest beauty; the face that launched a thousand ships, rumoured to be the daughter of zeus himself, loving mistress of several horses and birds, her cousin helen. she was well aware of her average looks at best, and vaguely nonhuman features at worst, both by comparison or tactlessly said to her (very plain) face or through underhanded compliments.
Of course she knew better than to let their unwarranted jibes affect her or hold her back from living as she saw fit, but she’d by lying if she said it didn’t grate at her nerves. Which was probably why she was so smug whenever she saw helen struggle with her long luxuriously thick locks that fell gracefully over her round shoulders in waves the colour of the dawns first rays, whereas her own ink black hair, straighter than an arrow, needed very little maintenance and shone effortlessly.
When she was married to odysseus, she took a few things with her from home to help her settle into her new life as wife and partner and equal to her beloved husband. Helen of course was skeptical, but what did she know about love anyway? Penelope saw in odysseus’ sharp grey eyes what helen couldn’t and clytemnestra wouldn’t. she had found her match at long last.
Of course disagreements and discord were always short lived between the girls, they held each other very dearly and in high regard. The bitter and the beautiful only served to strengthen their bond. Such was the love shared between sisters, of the heart and the womb alike.
Helen sent with penelope all her favourite oils and perfumes in intricately worked glass vials in every colour of iris’ iridescent rainbows with lots of kisses and pearly tears, to which penelope rolled her eyes but hid a sniff with a cough. Clytemnestra, ever the practical of the pair, gifted her a beautiful set of inkwells and reed pens with several nib shapes and sizes and a few other trinkets. This time the tears flowed unhindered and she was soon joined by the sisters.
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The night of odysseus’ departure was almost as harrowing and painful as the night telemachus was born, her own body betraying her, treating the beloved gift of life she had fought and prayed so hard for as some disease to be expelled with haste. Her son was so small, so fragile. Odysseus had tried to make her feel better by joking how he could probably fit quite comfortably in the palm of his hand, but the hot prickly tears found their way to her eyes before the crinkles of a smile did.
She wept long and hard for the cruelty of it all. She knew wouldn’t be able to take another loss. Not when she was this close. Not when it was all her fault. Odysseus would never utter a word on the matter nor love her any less, that she knew well enough, insisting that her health and happiness mattered to him above all else. But how was she supposed to be happy when she was so empty? She swallowed her shame, hid scars of her failures, and tried to stay upright when the palace midwife called to her with an urgence that sent her heart plummeting down to hades.
Dear telemachos was taken away from her to stay warm and under observation. Every breath was a battle, and by the gods above did he fight to live. Penelope couldn’t be prouder of the tiny prince, her little warrior, her son. Oh how sweet the word tasted on her tongue, how it rang like music in her ears, how it made her heart burst with love and grief.
The fist time she held him in her arms, weeks after giving birth, the iron girdle that had been squeezing her heart melted, and in its place something else was forged. White and hot and unbreakable. She was never going to let him out of her sight. Ever again. And anyone who dared so much as lay a finger on him was as good as dead. She swore it. To herself through the tears, to her son in whispers as she lulled him to sleep, to her husband each and every night before they retired.
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Good things come in threes as they say, it only made sense to penelope that the same applied to bad things as well. She had several contenders for the third most wretched night of her life; they kept changing depending on what thoughts her mind decided to torture her with at night. And with her beloved no longer by her side they kept her up until the early hours of the morning.
Tears, dried and fresh alike, mixed with the cool water of her usual early morning soak. The harsh gleam of the suns first rays caught the corner of her eye and she turned to glare at the offending glass vials, neatly arranged in a single file line based on colour. The ones helen had gifted her, contents still carefully preserved even over a decade later. In a fit of rage and grief penelope nearly grabbed the ones closest to her and flung them at the wall to watch them shatter and stain the stone, imagining the radiant and smiling helen she knew standing exactly where she aimed them.
But penelope was never one for rash and irreversible decisions. She wept bitterly. Hateful hateful helen. The tears burned her eyes. Running off and ruining my life in the process. A vain and prideful princess who didn’t care a fathom for anyone but herself. In her heart of hearts penelope knew that wasn’t true, but she didn’t care. She felt no guilt for her bold claim, helen had always been like this. Stupid girl. But why was it that she had to pay the price?? 
The faint call from one of her ladies in waiting roused her from her stupor. It only took her the word prince for her to leap out of the water, heart and eyes still aflame, and wrap herself decently enough she wouldn’t have to endure the crass words shamelessly exchanged behind her back about her thin frame. Shed heard enough of that to last her several lifetimes she scowled to herself.
Telemachos was fine. He was having the time of his little life actually. Penelope let out a sigh- groan of relief (very unqeenly but who cared?). Eurycleia grinned next to her. She had come to inform her that his little highness’ teething was going very well. So well that he bit her as she bathed him this morning. Now it was penelopes turn to grin. She had told her once that odysseus did the same at his age as well.
Eurycleia let it slip that she may or may not have seen a hint of a scale too. A gasp of delight left penelope and a sharp pang of pain in her heart made the sudden intake of breath hurt. Her baby had grown so much. New tears were making their way to her eyes. Love and loss. Such was the reality of motherhood penelope mused. Or mourned. Depends on how you chose to view it.
That day penelope had taken the little prince to her favourite little place in all of ithaca after odysseus arms that is, a secluded cove of gleaming waters, shallow enough-
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i could be a good mother @cassentia born from water @sporadicallyanenthusiast
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sora-has-a-sideblog · 5 months ago
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the world does not deserve Hubert Lhant (and that's why he was taken away from us and turned into Hubert Oswell)
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booloocrew-blog · 2 months ago
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low res fruit cow build a bears
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emacrow · 11 days ago
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Operation catch fairy boy surprising unsuccessfully.
Alright, we have the plant under a rune inscribed large jar, a few offering such as a few fresh blueberries, a sugar cube and sapphire gem for if the fairy boy panics and a comedically sized net over the jar.
"Why we needed the net again?" Tim asked again as they were watching through the video cam in the garden, moon being covered by clouds, waiting for the moonlight to wake up the fairy boy.
"It a 50/50 chance that the net suppress the fairy to calm down to look at the offering or make the fairy angry." Raven explains reading along the words in the book.
"Why is it 50/50 chance?"
"Fairies usually hold grudges if captured, but can be pacified if given offering good enough, if not. We are talking furniture being moved a inch to the left, someone going to miss every left piece of everything they own clothing wise, and/or a case of the terrible curse of 3 days depending how pissed off the fairy is."
"Is that really the only solution?" Tim groan , his hand cover his eyes a bit.
"Unless you want to do Babs' way of capturing by stalking the fairy and scaring it way more by snatching the fairy in a jar while he is in hunting mode."
"Good point."
Raven and Tim watch the clouds parts, letting the moon out, the crystalized flowers slowly open, revealing a tiny fluff of white hair, and tiny arms stretching out.
Tim's eyes widen a bit while Raven watch in calculations as the tiny mythical creature float lazily out of his flower, rubbing his tiny eyes only to hit fae forward into the jar and falling flat into the dirt pot.
The fairy immediately jerked back a bit, wondering what hit his face, only to see the tiny pile of offering.
What next surprised them both completely.
A tiny glowing green emerge from the tiny fairy hands, pointing it at the jar, quite literally shattering the jar and the net all together, and immediately zigzag float out.
"Alright, I wasn't expecting that."
"That tiny little creature shattered jar like that into dust, Raven.."
"I should've incount the second hypothesis on the reason why the fairy was rejected, unfiltered rage for bring offered against it will to another being."
"Oh, I didn't realized that over the fact we just witness it destroying a jar and net is seconds."
Part 4 here <-
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gaywineauntsstuff · 7 months ago
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the reason I hate the "Tim doesn't trust Dick after Damian/spyral/ric" is because they are besties your honour.
Like there's a post going around that I cannot for the life of me find that says Dick is Tims trusted adult and they are so right fr ong.
Because despite what Fanon believes Dick is a pretty chill guy and people take one look at him and go "let me unload my emotional baggage on you"
There's like a very famous panel (that im too lazy to find or remember the name of the run its in okay don't yell at me) where Tim basically goes "soooo my girlfriends pregnant" and Dick nearly falls off the roof.
Tim is calling Dick for the dumbest shit imaginable to the world ending and so are the rest of the batkids.
so I have taken the Canon that Dick knows if not all but most and generalised it to hell.
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Jason has been on a team with like 80% of OG titan members
they're having gossip session
Jason in a war zone dodging bullets with his bat travel mug in his hand: And THEN! Kori and Roy shared this look and you know the look they give you when they're judging you for bat reasons and you're like tell me why you're mad I was raised by a crazy person my normal levels are skewed.
Dick in NYC with a blueberry bagel In one hand, his Turkish coffee in another, just finished meeting up with Donna who gave him THAT exact look: No REALLLLL why are they like that, just tell me which one of the creepy traits I internalised as a child is bothering you.
Jason: omg you get it anyway so I grab the bomb and start playing soccer with it because its round and im bored and starfire takes it away like idk what im doing? bro ive been bombed I know how to work with a bomb..
Dick: hmmm and then what happened
Jason: and then.....
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Tim: Dickkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
Dick: yea Tim
Tim: Kon is being a dick
Dick: oh?
Tim: yeah and its really starting to bother me man
Dick who knows Kon is dead and Tim is either hallucinating or drugged to be more susceptible to manipulation and is already on his way: hmm tell me more babybird whys he upsetting my lil brother
Tim about to tell Dick what is a fever dream bc he contracted pneumonia and is loopy off his ass on painkillers:
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steph does this more with babs in the hero scene but its just... so easy and totally gets into the habit of it after Dick is her Batman for a bit and now she uses him as her civilian life therapist
Steph on her way back from campus: and then this bitch looks me up and down and pours her coffee cup down my shirt!
Dick on his way back to blud after decking bruce in the face: hold on hold on hold on she did what??
Steph nodding vigorously even though he can't see her: pulls my whole ass sweater away from my body and pours her peats coffee down my goddamn shirt Dick.
Dick: omg she didnt
Steph still nodding: she DID and then I found out from Jonny who found out from Vivian that someone told her I made out with her boyfriend at Leos house party
Dick who has no idea who any of these people are: wait but you were at Leos for like an hour max last week. we has smoothies after.
StepH: exactly so I had proof that I wasn't there and confronted her and went like. I don't want your crusty ass alt white boy whose favourite 'indie' band is the neighbourhood. I dated Tim fucking Drake the OG crusty ass white boy and I don't do repeats
Dick choking on his coffee:
Steph: anyway we are besties now and planning on getting her boyfriend back because apparently he cheated on her with this drop dead gorgeous girl and im high key a lil complimented she thought we were the same person.
Dick who initially called for casework and is actually so happy one of the people he calls siblings is actually like living a life outside of vigilantism: tell me more
Steph: you sound a little teary
dick: don't worry about it
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Damian: Richard
Dick: Damian
Damian: so I might be skipping patrol with father
Dick:? what you love patrol??
Damian: and school
Dick: Dames? what's going on:? is everything okay? you can talk to me
Damian: I am volunteering at a hospital
Dick: kid
Damian: Listen before you sAY anything I know what we do is important but I think I can help in another way and -
Dick had brown parents and was training for the olympics at 8, totally knows what its like to have insane expectations and rebel with a day job: kid kid calm down okay? you wanna be a doctor? is that it?
Damian: well? I dont really know but I just? there has to be another way to help people. besides what we do I mean-
Dick: Alfred left me Thomas waynes journals I initially thought they were to bash your fathers head in when he was being stupid but it seems the old man was looking out for us. Wanna take a stab at your other grandpas legacy when you come over next weekend. I'll tell Bruce we patrolled so you get a few more days off.
Damian: you're the best
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cheriate · 1 month ago
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BATFAM BREAKFAST FOOD PREFERENCES
Dick Grayson: He deserves a protein rich meal, he is an acrobat afterall. but he is someone who likes to have plenty of variety week to week. so no unseasoned chicken and broccoli. please god no. Porridge, eggs, bacon, and plenty of fruit. Also when dick first came into the wayne family house bruce would invite him for sneaky morning fruitloops.
Jason Todd: Anything long lasting/ easy to take on the go. muesli bars, apples, sandwiches, cans of stuff. Loves frosted flakes, but will only now eat them when he's having a really hard time.
Tim Drake: Loves hashbrowns. I don't think tim really likes coffee. (HOT TAKE I KNOW) But a caffeinated drink is a must. A soda, tea, or an energy drinks is a staple in his morning routine. tim must have something to drink in the morning or he will crash out.
Hear me out, lemon lime bitters enthusiast (the schweppes orange one)
Damian Wayne: it's important for a growing boy to get plenty protein and fiber. i'm thinking a savory porridge laden with toppings. boiled egg, fried garlic, green onions. Bread and jam on the side.
Duke Thomas: Classic breakfast lover. Bacon, Scrambled eggs
Stephanie Brown: French Toast, Laden with Fruits like cherries, raspberries, blueberries, yogurt and honey. also a parfeit lover.
Barbara Gordon: Pancakes- with lots of toppings. She is totally a crazy comboist. Babs would love muffin break. I guess the dc version would be sweet justice (DCSHG) for breakfast? That and she steals from her dad in the morning.
Cassandra Cain: Cup of tea and a sandwich.
Bruce Wayne: Alfred makes him full english breakfasts. so bacon, eggs, sausages, baked beans, grilled tomatoes, and fried mushrooms. He also loves raisin bran, but has a soft spot for frootloops and frosted flakes.
Alfred Pennyworth: Full English Breakfast and a cup of tea.
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softserve-sebongie · 12 days ago
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caregiver!wooyoung headcannons 🐈‍⬛💫
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is so so excited when you tell him about your age regression 
“you mean you’re like a BABY?!?” ← nearly jumping out of his skin
you guys know how much youngie loves kiddos, and lil you is NO exception
the first time you slip in front of him he's very careful, asking you how old you’re feeling and if you want a snack– or a hug…. or a nap; things like that
just overall very soft
gets comfy with it pretty quick and turns into one of the most playful and silly cgs
always teasing you
a l w a y s
like he will literally make fun of you for sneezing, even if you’re sick
he’s really just trying to make you feel better 🫂
his favorite caregiver nickname is uyu!
it actually came from a slight miscommunication when you first started regressing around him
he was asking if you wanted milk, but you kept thinking he was talking about himself
he was very confused when you, in fact, did not want the milk he had offered lol
but it’s okay! he got a very cute nickname out of it, so it was well worth it
depending on the color of his clothes–or his hair– uyu gets a variant
yellow clothes? banana uyu! red or pink? strawberry uyu! blue? that’s right, blueberry uyu!
loves loves loves being called uyu, you just don’t understand
definitely has made you say “pleaseeee, uyu?” to get sweets or pretty much anything you want
regrets nothing
will Die™ if you slip into babyspace. just. bye bye uyu.
you being all sleepy and cuddly and babbling at him with big round eyes???? he's literally gone
loves wrapping you up in blankets and rocking you, patting your back to encourage you to sleep
also sings lullabies °^° never is uyu more soft than when he's totally focused on your little face, gentle melodies escaping his lips as he lulls you to sleep
likes to cook for you! especially breakfast coz he can make it all cute and sweet like you!
interrupts your coloring to tickle your sides, scooping you up and whisking you away to the counter
“breakfast is ready, banana boo, come eat before uyu gets hungry!”
growls and pretends to eat your food before you can even reach for it
likes coloring with you for low energy playtime, nudging you to ask for a color every once in a while
lowkey does it to annoy you, making sure you aren’t on a tedious part before he not-so-subtley shoves you, your crayon streaking across the page (in the lines! he’s silly but he doesn’t want you to mess up your masterpiece)
“can I have the green, bab-AAA! hey! don’t shove me!”
this ends in a tickle fight which was definitely not the secret plan all along….
loves to call you all sorts of nicknames
your name means nothing to him he doesn’t need it
here’s a rather shortened version of the List of nicknames he calls you
munchkin, kitty, agi, banana boo (yes, it is to match with banana uyu) and the occasional “spawn of hell” if you’re being particularly bratty, which you definitely learned from him-
you’ve learned to answer to pretty much anything
if he says a word or two in a sweet tone just know it’s what you’re getting called for the rest of the week
remember to give your uyu lots of love! he loves getting affection from his baby
demands kisses like the government collecting taxes
but it’s okay because he bestows as much as he demands >,<
not a day goes by where you escape his cuteness aggression
he’s definitely silent screamed before, especially when you get extra cuddly or sleepy
literally fighting demons and you’re just ZzZzz ing away 
in conclusion, uyu is so very silly and just loves to tease and love the daylights out of you
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underthe-redhood · 1 year ago
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our last chance
- a/n: it's mentioned that the reader is the daughter of bruce and selina, but it's never mentioned that she's biologically related, so you could definitely interpret it as her being adopted by them!
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8. blueberry icing
- synopsis\\ you watch as dick runs off after batman betrays him for the last time, causing the family to fall apart. after an explosion, and a time machine, with a speedster to help you, you have one last chance to stop history from repeating itself.
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INCOMING CALL: dick :3
you quickly looked up at bart, very nervous about why dick could be calling. "pick up before it goes to voicemail!" bart panicked.
"relax, there's no way we got caught," you tried to reassure him but your tone was dripping with anxiety.
"hey y/n, turns out barbara's not here. she texted saying she got an alert, is everything okay?" he asked.
this wasn't totally unexpected but nonetheless your heartbeat was speeding up. "oh uh, i can probably go down to the batcave and check?" you offered, hoping he wouldn't take you up on it.
"no that's okay, we're probably just gonna pick up some donuts and head back. they have blueberry icing, you really like that one don't you?" he suggested.
"yeah i do, you're the best," you said. saying that out loud made some of the guilt go away, because it reminded you why you were doing all of this.
"anything for you," he chuckled before hanging up. you were a little worried that your plan was going to lead to them having fights; but then that was sort of the point, wasn't it?
"what now?" bart asked you. you thought about it for a second, you couldn't just cause one small inconvenience and then move on to the next step of the plan. obviously you would need to cause several more for this part of the scheme to actually work.
"i think we should keep this up for at least like another week or so,” you told him. he nodded his head at you a little bit.
“won’t it seem suspicious if the problems just suddenly stop though?” he asked with slight concern.
“not necessarily,” you said. “if we can make the problems seem subtle enough then it should just seem like they went through a little rough patch.”
“okay yeah, that makes sense,” he said. “but what exactly are we gonna cause next?” he asked, still not totally clear on the plan. but, to be fair, neither were you as you still hadn’t even perfected the plan yet.
“i’m not really sure yet,” you looked down as you thought about it. “oh!” an idea came to you. “she works at the university’s library, so we could pose some fake events there and convince her to work extra shifts to help out with it. the more time she spends at the library, the less time she’ll have with dick,” you proposed the idea and he looked at you in thought.
“i mean yeah, i don’t see why that wouldn’t work,” he said. “we could also try convincing dick to spend some time going over some extra training with the titans. i know starfire really loves it when he comes back to visit and he seems to enjoy getting to help us out every once in a while.”
“that’s perfect,” you smiled. “then it won’t just be babs ditching dick, so it won’t be a ton of negativity just immediately dumped onto them.” you hugged him out of joy, you were so thrilled because it really seemed like things could actually work out and that you could actually get your brother back.
bart loved that you were hugging him, and he couldn’t deny that being around you felt just a little bit more special every time. it was clear to him that he was falling for you, but it didn’t bother him or freak him out. you had always been so perfect to him, even when he only saw you as a friend. it only made sense to him that he would start to catch romantic feelings for you as well.
however, he could tell that you hadn’t caught onto his actual feelings yet. you just assumed that he was a flirt the same way his cousin was before he finally got a girlfriend. and while bart was a bit like wally in some ways, it was different with you and it always would be. the real question to him, however, was how you felt about him. he knew the feelings of closeness and trust were mutual but he wasn’t sure you reciprocated the same feelings.
and, in a way, he was right. the same way you hadn’t noticed the way that he liked you, you hadn’t picked up on the subtle reasons that had led to you acting the way that you did. you weren’t sure why you let it slip that you thought he was cute. you weren’t sure why you felt bubbly when you tried to think about why you called him cute. you considered the possibility that you liked him, but you weren’t sure if you were overreading your emotions or not. that, and you already had so much to worry about with dick that you didn’t think you even had the time to really think much into it.
and so, you let it go. as special as bart was to you, you knew that you would have to work that out later. at that moment you had to worry about dick. it was a little heartwarming, however, to think about how you would never have to worry about bart. he would always be there for you, and for that you were so thankful.
“i’m sorry about your time machine,” you brought it up as your tone became faintly sorrowful. “i know going back home means a lot to you.”
“it’s okay,” he said. “the longer i stay here the more reason i have not to leave.” you didn’t know that he was referencing you, and he was maybe a little glad about that. you meant so much to him, that he would rather tease you about relationships as a friend then try one out when it wasn’t meant to be and risk everything in the process. as long as he got to be around you, it didn’t really matter to him what role he was playing.
his statement filled you with an odd feeling of joy, and still you weren’t sure why. “still, i’m always here for you too.”
then it was his turn to smile, “thank you y/n, that really does mean a lot.” but then his smile became more of a smirk, “so back to when you said ‘if we ever date’..” he trailed off.
you felt flustered, “oh my god you know what i meant!” but there was still that little voice in your head that wanted you to put more thought into it then, rather than later. because, did you know what you meant?”
“i’m just saying, fake dating is such a common trope that your brothers would never suspect it as part of a plan to rewrite the timeline,” he was doing a damn good job at selling you.
“i feel like we might just end up there with the grave i’ve been digging for myself,” you warned him. “why do you want this so bad? is this your way of secretly getting me to fall madly in love with you,” you joked.
“maybe it is, maybe it isn't,” he said with a goofy grin. he was so charming, you really were glad that the two of you became friends– even if it was under tragic circumstances. “i should probably get going before they all come back, though.”
you nodded, “i’ll call you tonight?” he had taken a few steps back but was still looking at you.
“i’m looking forward to it birdie,” he winked, and then he sped off leaving you feeling flustered once again.
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rinkusu-no-joo · 6 months ago
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My Hood 🤍❤️‍🔥
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{Chapter 1: The start of spring}
To know me, is to know that my story is an overtold one. Batman's greatest failure. The robin that failed. The robin that died. Or, if you’re a fan of the theatric, The Prince of Gotham; that one's my personal favorite.
None of those define me completely. But I didn't realize that until I met her.
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It was a long night, but that's to be expected, patrol was brutal as always. I made way back to the belfry to end the night's patrol. Removing my armor, and cleaning myself in the sink, I looked forward to the next few hours rest. After sleeping off the aches of my body I made my way downstairs to continue training. The weight of my body made the stairs creak and groan, once down I was greeted by Dick.
"Well, if it isn't big man, was patrol really that tough on you?"
With a yawn Jason wiped the sleep from his eyes, “Has anyone eaten?”
 
“Not yet!” Barbara shouts from her desk, “I'm just going over some of the info you guys found on Penguin’s ring last night. I'd love a coffee if you’re going on a run though.”
“Sure. Where's Tim?”
As if on que, a zombified groan echoes from the upper couch.
Emerging from the kitchen Alfred responds, "Master Tim is resting from his injuries. I could always whip you all up a nice breakfast, save yourself the trip."
"No need Alfred, in fact I'll be stopping by the cafe you like. I'll pick you up a bite of their raspberry tiramisu, how's that sound?"
"You spoil me too much my boy," he says with a soft smile. "Take care on your way, and make sure to take an umbrella. It's still raining."
"Sure thing Alfred, but when isn't it raining in Gotham?" He quips as he grabs his bike helmet and keys.
Dick shouts, "Wait! Don't I get to order anything?"
"Sorry I only do runs for my favorites." Jason replies as he closes the front door behind him.
"Wait!" To Dicks surprise he falls off of his gymnastics beam, "Ouch… Wait, you have favorites? And Tim's on that list? What about me?! How do I get on the list? Ouch my shoulder…"
On his way to Cafe Las Félicité, he takes in the sights. His thoughts wander, 'Gotham looks so different in the day. Almost like you could actually live here in peace.' Then he passes a mugging in an ally, 'Or not.'
He chuckles to himself as he waits at a red light, and his phone vibrates in his pocket. Taking it out, he reads the messages;
Babs: Please get Grayson a blueberry yogurt he's harassing Tim i swear he's a child at times (¬_¬")
Jason: but what if i don't wanna (~ ̄▽ ̄)~
Babs: … BOI щ(゜ロ゜щ)
Jason: XD alright for you I will BBL
Babs: see you soon (❁´◡`❁)
Chuckling as he puts his phone away, Jason finishes his drive to the cafe. As he enters, he wipes his boots onto the mat and shakes the rain from his jacket as the doorbell softly chimes as the door closes. He takes a quick look at his surroundings; There's an old couple sitting by the door, a couple near the back, and it looks like college students in the middle. Not too crowded today, just how he likes it. As he steps up to place his order, he notices the cashier's expression screams 'exhasperated with it all.' He takes note to make it quick.
"Welcome to Las Félicité. How may I serve you today?"
"Uh, could I get one glazed doughnut, one coffee with amaretto creamer a small raspberry tiramisu… and uh, Do you guys sell blueberry yogurt by chance?"
The cashier sighs heavily, "I'll check. Will that be all?"
Jason looks at the menu again, "Could I have the breakfast special too please?"
"No problem sir, will that be all?"
"Yes thank you."
"Will this be to go?"
"The first order is."
"Sure thing," He says as he slinks away to the kitchen.
Whilst Jason takes a seat, he places his helmet on the table and mindlessly scrolls his messages and news articles. He takes a moment to look out the window, out at Gotham at all the hussle and bustle of his home. Maybe because its a new year, he's not sure, but the air itself feels lighter. Like the cities try to embrace a naive idea, one of hope. His thoughts are soon dispersed as he hears the wind blow in and the bell chime again.
"Woo! It's freezing out there, Markus, dry your feet dear," She taps her umbrella at the door, "Here, hold this please."
The woman gives her umbrella to the child, who looks to be no older than Damian, maybe slightly older, the kid is kinda tall.
"Yes ma'am." The boy responds.
Could that be his mom? Jason watches the interaction intently.
The elderly couple smiles at the pair, directing their attention to the boy, "What a respectful young man."
He turns to them and smiles cheerfully, "Thank you!"
Jason notices the boy's hair is braided back into a pom. He's wearing a black puffer jacket, white shoes, and gray jeans. Practical attire, well worn, but not ratty. They're obviously getting by.
"Oh my such beautiful eyes… What color are they?"
"Hazel ma'am."
"Oh my, and how old are you dear?"
"eleven."
So he is the same age…
"You're tall for your age," The old woman coos.
"Thank you, my sister tells me that all the time."
"We'll let you go back to your big sister, you're such a wonderful young man," As they turn, Jason hears the old woman whisper to her husband, "I hope this city doesn't ruin him it's stolen enough bright futures."
Jason thinks to himself, 'I hope so too.'
It's the older sisters turn in line,
"Hello Miss welcome to Las Félicité how may I serve you today?"
"Thank you, I'd like the breakfast special with the turkey sausage. No pork, a well done egg on a plain baegel, with one smore iced coffee, but please no graham crackers."
"Will that be all?" The cashier huffs with attitude.
The woman turns to the child beside her, "Markus what would you like?"
"Um, The churro pancake special?"
"So that'll be two pancakes, turkey sausages, scrambled eggs, mixed fruit and an apple cider-with whipped cream and caramel please." Markus asked the waiter.
"I'll bring your order out. You're free to take a seat while you wait. The bill will be on the tray."
"Thank you sir, come Markus. Lets get our seats."
An hour or so passed. The older couple had left, and the rain clouds parted a bit allowing the sun to shine in parts. Jason went to the counter, he saw no one in the back from what he could tell. Ringing the bell twice, he waits… No response. He taps it three more times; Nothing. Sighing heavily, he returns to his seat.
The woman gets up and taps the bell, "Excuse me, We've been waiting for over an hour. My brother has to go to school and I have to get to work, we've only got maybe fifty minutes to eat our food and it hasn't even come out yet!"
The slam of a door echoes through the cafe, "I hear the fuckin' bell alright! Why don't you cry about your problems to someone who cares! If you're all that pressed, go fuck off somewhere else bitch!" The man slams his hat onto the counter, "Fuck!"
The young boy covers his ears and mumbles.
Oh boy he's done it now, Jason's listening intently now more so than before.
"ANSEL EFFIE FARRIS!"
Jason has to stop himself from laughing, and the cashier looks stunned.
"How'd you know--"
"her voice is low she inhales deeply she speaks with a quiet intensity in her voice I don't want this to escalate so I'll say this once you do not talk to anyone this way especially a paying customer you owe everyone in here an apology for your behavior and you had the nerve to disrespect me in front of my younger brother what you might not know is I'm good friends with the owner of this establishment all it would take is a phone call and your job is done but here's the thing I don't feel it necessary to do so ,get some act right and pull yourself together before I do it for you do you understand me?"
"the cashier nervously shuffled from his left to his right foot
"Uh, um… I apologize I've been having a bad day the cashier remember seeing her come in once before from how familiar the owner and her seemed he knew her words wouldn't come back void.
Please accept my apology Ma'am I... really need this job the mans head hangs down as if he were a child being chastised by his parent
The woman's tone soften if only slightly I understand that but that is no excuse to disrespect anybody especially knowing how hard it already is in this city we should at least be able to enjoy a nice meal and to be served with the respect any citizen deserves now if you'd please get me my order,
"I'll go get your food miss."
"the man scurries away embarrassed and ashamed to retrieve the orders Jason in disbelief at what he just saw couldn't help but chuckle as she made her way back to her table she heard an almost stifled laugh "Excuse me sir, would you mind enlightening me on what's funny?" she asks with an eyebrow raised.
Jason finally gets a good look at her. As more of the rain clouds dissipate the sunrays come through the cafe window, her long black hair adorned with beads. The bottom of her cream coat and black sweater accentuating her features. Her white boots, and cream pants pulled the entire look together, but most of all her face. Smooth full lips, a sleek button nose, and elegant striking grey eyes. A simple necklace with a cross in a heart gracefully placed on her neck twinkled in the peeping sunlight. He looks at her face, her emotions somehow enhanced by the sun's touch.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I meant no disrespect. I just found you funny for putting that guy in his place, in possibly the most respectful way possible. Honestly, I agree with you the people of Gotham do deserve more."
"Hmm is that so ," she eyes him curiously, "If you don't mind, could we join you? No one else is here, besides it's okay we're already a little late well I am anyway."
"Yeah you were in a rush to go before right?"
"Well, that was before I spoke to someone interesting. So many things about you tell a story and I'd be a liar to say I'm not curious to know just how many. Besides, what better way to get to know someone, other than sharing a meal?"
Markus made his way over to the table, "Hello sir." Extending his hand out in greeting he smiles.
"Hey there little man," Jason shakes Markus' hand, "Firm grip there kiddo."
"Thank you sir." Markus sits in-between them both, then notices the scar on Jason's face. He stares a little too long, bringing attention to himself.
Jason notices and shifts uncomfortably, "Ah sorry, I know it must look scary, but I promise I don't bite."
Markus turns his head away in embarassment, "Sorry, I wasn't trying to stare… If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"
The waiter comes out finally, with food in tow. Jason looks down towards the table and sighs, "Uh, it's a long story kiddo."
"Your orders."
Jason takes the bag of the first order and sets it by his helmet and places his hot plate Infront of himself they do the same
"Thank you," They all say in unison.
"Here's the cash for the meal," The woman rustles through her bag to gather the money to pay, Jason pulls a few bucks from his wallet.
They both hand their money towards the waiter, "Actually Madam, Sir, its on the house today take it as a token of our sincerest apology. Enjoy!"
"What?" She says in surprise.
"Please come back anytime!"
"Hey, that was kind of them."
"Yes it was." Markus says distractedly, as he eyes his pancakes.
She notices and chuckles to herself, "Say your grace before you dig in, mister."
"Sorry," He places his hands together, saying his prayer as quickly as possible, "Amen."
Taking a big bite of food Markus groans in delight. His older sister saying her own amen in acknowledgement, suddenly she noticed Jason's silence.
"I'm sorry, I hope we didn't offend."
"What? Oh no, you're fine. I was just curious, how'd you know his name? The cashier I mean."
The woman's expression grew stern, "Darn it, I was hoping no one took notice. I guess my secret has been revealed," She stands from the table, "I'm the worlds greatest detective... I, am Batman." A smile played at her lips, her voice gruff and overly dramatic she used her coat as a poor imitation of the signature cowl. Bursting into a fit of giggles, her brother couldn't help but laugh at his sister's antics.
"I'm just kidding, his family lives down the hall from me. A lot of elderly live where I am, so I take care of them. Sometimes they'll tell me about their family. When I told his mother where I frequent for a good bite to eat in the morning, she mentioned her son worked here. Said his name was Ansel. and I noticed his name tag."
"Oh okay, cool."
Jason notices their meals are very sweet and colorful, he chuckles to himself, "You both got a sweet tooth I see."
Before his sister could answer Markus replied, "My grandma says the more sweets you eat, the sweeter you'll be!" As he takes another bite of his food with a shimmering grin to match.
"While yes, we do enjoy a nice sweet or two we don't usually eat like this. I was rewarding him for all his hard work."
Markus sat up proudly, "Yup! I won my school spelling bee."
Jason smiled at the young boy, "Well I'll be. I had no idea I was sharing a table with a genius! Up top little man!" they slap hands. "What grade are you in?"
"Fifth grade."
"Well, keep it up and you'll go far," Jason directs his attention to the woman, "What about you miss?"
"Oh, I work as the art director in a company, not too far from here."
"It's two blocks from my school." Markus interjected.
Jason nodded in understanding. Markus excused himself from the table, letting his sister know he was just going to the bathroom and that he'd be back. Jason mentions how good a kid her brother is, and she smiles with pride.
"Do you have any siblings?" She asks.
He grabs the bag next to his helmet, "Too many."
She laughs, "I see you ride," Noticing his puzzled expression, she motions to his helmet, "I saw your bike on the way in. It must be fun."
"Yeah it is," he paused for a moment, "I, uh, could give you a ride some time if you'd like?"
She smiles, "Listen here speed racer, I'd love to but I've got people counting on me. I can't risk it but you can have fun for the both of us! Pop a wheelie and everything."
They both chuckled, and the atmosphere settled into a brief, but comfortable silence her eyes on the skyline. Suddenly she asks him, "Hey if there was one thing you'd change about our city, what would it be?"
"Just one? There's so many things though, like the smog Traffic-" they say in unison. Jason chuckles and continues, The rouge gallery, and corrupt politicians."
"All of those are pretty good, but dig a little deeper. Personally, it'd be to end child homelessness, to open more parks and places where our children can be children, to learn and explore the world around them not to be in fear of whatever boogie man will show up next..." She trails off and her brow furrows slightly, "That's just my take though."
"Hmm, I think that'd be nice," He smiles at her, "Well I gotta head out, it was nice talking to you." He extends his hand for a shake, and she eagerly shakes it.
"Same here," She looks at her phone, "Oh we gotta go, like now." Grabbing her coffee to go she heads to the men's bathroom, beckoning to her brother the urgency of which they have to depart, she motions to their food in hand and urges him towards the door. Jason gathers his things suddenly remembering he never got her name. Running out the door he sees them walking down the street. Hopping on his bike, he drives up to the sidewalk next to them.
Huffing, he lifts his visor, "I never got your name."
She was startled at first, but couldn't help but laugh, " Goodness, look at me. Always going on about manners, but I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Aunika Abara. How you'd do?" She reaches out to shake his hand once more.
He removes his glove, "Jason. Jason Todd."
Aunika smiles warmly, "Well, it was a pleasure to meet you Jason. Hopefully we'll see you around." She and Markus continue on their way as Jason starts driving down the street, he pops a wheelie and looks back to see her laughing. Markus was starry-eyed and full of curiosity beside her.
'I hope I see her again.' He thinks to himself as he takes in the sight of the morning sun heading back home.
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Authors note: Hey First post🥳 I know it's late but I hope y'all enjoy I had some minor problems with my editor but next week's schedule won't overlap I'll be posting more through out the day take care and be blessed 😄
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xxxnightcorequeenxxx · 3 months ago
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Fruity Idol AU
Tell me who you're holding out for if you are waiting for a future team. I'm not a mind reader.
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rashoumons-wearer · 1 year ago
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...Blueberry.
Did I do anything embarrassing while drunk?
//from @rashoumons-wearer
I wouldn't say embarrassing. You were a just a bit....silly.
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blueberry-ink-93 · 5 months ago
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prologue
Do not ask me how long I sat staring at my paper waiting for the words to appear on it, for I know not. An intrinsic quality of mine I think. Quality makes it sound like its a good thing when in fact it is a problem most potent, to be as oblivious to the passage of time as i.
Its the strangest feeling. Scary when you allow it some thought. Much like emerging from underwater or waking up form a deep sleep, a sense of disorientation follows, a need to process who and where you are. A momentary sense of fear and dread from having been so exposed, so vulnerable washes over you. The sudden awareness is jarring.
As if to demonstrate to the dear reader my point, I forced myself out of my reverie and back into reality. This was the 7th time I have had to drag myself away from my stray thoughts, forever rolling in the fields of my mind, building momentum and, at the most inopportune of times, crashing into the living room of my mind and derailing whatever semblence of calm I had managed to curate.
Looking down at my notebook like a disappointed mother in the hopes of yeilding some sort of progress, I found myself drowning in the cold hard lines of the page, yearning for the caress of my discarded pen. And off I went on another tangent, this time visual; a figure of ink falling though the pages into an abyss, reaching out at times and surrendering itself at others. Falling falling falling..
It might as well have been me who was falling, the weird shivery feeling you get when your brain decides to pretend to throw you off a cliff as you close your eyes and await a peaceful slumber. I awoke, so to speak, to find myself still in my chair, still on the ground, and the weight of a small hand on my shoulder. I don’t think ive ever flinched this violently.
I dreaded having to meet her gaze. I didn’t want to see the worry settle in them, or to be asked if I was okay because I was, truly. I didn’t want to look up but I had to. My stomach sank. It was literally the simplest task to angle my eyeballs upwards and be over with, but the falling sensation had moved from my skin to my stomach and It was starting to make me feel mildly nauseous.
Bracing myself, I turned around and looked up to see my grandmothers tired youthful eyes scan my face. She didn’t say anything as she studied me, which was both good and not good. Good because it meant I had a few seconds to recover, but not good because it probably meant id be asked why I reacted the way I did. Why was I so deep in thought, so engrossed that it warranted such a strong reaction. I had a second to decide what I was going to say. There was always the simple truth to stick to, my preferred choice always, but also I didn’t fancy being too honest with where my thoughts had been drifting to as of late.
“Dinner”. it was so quiet I almost doubted id heard it. I nodded, confused as to why I was getting off so easily. Had I been called? Of course I had, why else would she be here to fetch me. I felt guilty. A bit too guilty for a crime this small but guilt was guilt and we held onto guilt like it was our firstborn child in this household. And by household here I mean my mind. Me. I.
The meal was simple, filling, and partaken in silence. I couldn’t decide if we were too quiet or if the house was too big everything sounded smaller in contrast. I insisted on doing the washing. There wasn’t much to be fair, but it made me feel useful. I know I didn’t need to, my grandmother reminded me of that constantly, and each time I smiled and nodded, but I wanted to keep myself busy.
There was a certain brand of calm that came with routine chores I think, a sense of security that lulls over you. To me at least I don’t know why I generalise and talk like I know what im saying. Doing the dishes was one of the few times I could switch off my brain and simply be. Folding the laundry was another, as was the rain. I love the rain. The thought of water from the heavens was lovely on its own, but the rain and all that came with it had a special place in my heart.
Finally it was time to retire to bed. I gave myself a few minutes every night to go over the day and play it back in my mind, a sort of show to coax myself to sleep. A pre viewing to my dreams if you will. Except I havent had a dream in about 8 years so maybe not.
“What did we do today?” I asked myself thorough a yawn. I sometimes like to use the royal we even though im neither a we nor a royal. Anyway. I woke up early today. Had some tea with my grandmother. That was nice. Jasmine to be specific. Despite myself a corner of my mouth twitched upwards. Aired my room and spent all day in the garden. Didn’t write a single word I deadpanned.
I rolled over and decided to ignore my own comment. Curling into myself I let out a sigh I didn’t know my lungs could contain. I couldn’t get the empty feeling in my heart or thereabouts to budge. And to add insult to injury I figured out how to finally start writing, but sleep had caught me in her nimbly spun webs of gold before I could pen my revelation down.
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prismarts · 2 years ago
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💙BERRYNARDO IS HERE!!!!! IT'S THE SMOL BLUEBERRY BAB!!💙
i HAD to draw this bab after hanging out in @turrondeluxe 's stream and seeing his Banana Mikey art! LOOK BABS ITS THEM!!! @littlebabymothman TEENAGE MUTANT FRUITY TURTLES LETS GOO XD
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SURPRISE UNDER THE CUT :33333
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💙LEESEEEE!!!!! OR CHEESEO-💙
HAD TO DRAW A CHEESE VERSION FOR OUR CHEESE LOVING LACTOSE INTOLERANT BAB!!!!
(WILL POST THESE ON INSTA TOMORROW ITS LATE AND I SHOULDNT BE POSTING JFVBRUD)
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