#but he’s still going to help anyway

[archivistofnerddom]

Bad Batch Headcanons — Moving Omega into her college dorm room

Because it’s that time of year again in the US, so why not.

Hunter

Look, this man got hit with the Dad genes hard when Omega came into his life. If you think he isn’t going to be the most emotional parent moving their kid into college, you’d be wrong. He hates that Omega is leaving home, but he’s also so excited about seeing her take her first steps into her adult life. Guess who is going to be taking the most pictures of Omega in her new dorm room and with her new roommates and floor mates?

He will be the first “parent” to make friends with the RA. He didn’t plan on it. It just sort of happened. Hunter became the RA’s go-to counselor whenever the dorm gets chaotic and they need advice.

Hunter is also the one most likely to teach a few self-defense classes for everyone on Omega’s floor. Safety is a big must for him. His overprotective instincts extend beyond Omega very quickly.

He’s also becomes friends with all of Omega’s floormates’ parents. They have an ongoing text message thread. (Their kids don’t know that fact. Neither do the rest of the Batch.)

Hunter will also be the one who sends the best care packages. (The entire Batch help, of course, but Hunter takes point on making sure that Omega gets care package from her brothers.)

Crosshair

He is a man of few words, but he is the first person to clock every annoying punk kid who might give Omega a hard time. Crosshair is the one who nips that in the bud before it becomes a problem. He might not be the obviously overprotective big brother, but he is still protective.

Crosshair parks it in the common room if anyone needs him. Just poke him if you need help moving stuff. (He’s probably taking a nap, so be careful.)

He’s also the one who just so happens to leave alcohol under Omega’s bed. Don’t worry. Crosshair trusts her to be relatively responsible, but he also knows what’s up in college. Just don’t tell Hunter about that.

Weirdly, he gets along with all the younger siblings who got dragged in to help their older siblings move into college. Crosshair won’t entertain them, but he’ll be the adult in the common room when they need a break. Kids love that he’s a little shit.

He won’t admit that he’ll miss Omega now that she’s in college and out of the house, but he does.

Tech

He figured out how bad the firewalls at Omega’s college were before she moved in. He found them to be laughable. He also built her a laptop with ridiculously good protection and storage space. Tech is not going to let his little sister have a computer that would be open to any number of virus due to bad college firewalls.

Tech won’t admit to hacking into the registrar’s office to make sure that Omega gets her preferred classes (and the ideal class schedule). No one can prove that he didn’t though.

He’s also made sure she’s got a perfectly serviceable college-appropriate car. The amount of safety features are clearly post-market though. Tech won’t sacrifice Omega’s safety for anything. (He also included a few fun upgrades that he definitely didn’t tell Hunter about.)

Tech established a secure chat room and Discord channel for Omega and her friends. He sometimes pops in to offer computer support.

Omega gets a customized gaming set-up courtesy of Tech. He schedules hang-out time around her schedule where they game together.

Wrecker

Wrecker basically moves everyone into Omega’s dorm. Once he gets going, there’s no stopping him. Every single dad appreciates that he’s there to do the heavy lifting.

After Hunter, he’s the second most emotional person about moving Omega into her college dorm. Wrecker can’t believe how big she’s gotten.

He leaves Lula on her bed when the Batch finally leaves campus. Omega is going to need that familiar comfort when she’s finally alone. He feels better about leaving her there with the knowledge that she has Lula with her.

Wrecker is responsible for Omega’s dorm room decor. He makes her room feel like home, complete with twinkle lights and calming colors.

He’s absolutely the one rocking all of the college swag. Wrecker raided the college store and made sure the entire Batch is geared up appropriately. (His brothers appreciate him doing that. It’s debatable if Omega does as well.)

Echo

Guess who is Mr. Snack and Supply King? Yeah, this guy. He’s the one to make sure that Omega is stocked up on everything she needs to get started at college. Hunter may be the care package dad, but Echo will always do the grocery store run.

He is also the one who finds the best deals on all her books. (Echo and Tech collaborate on that front.) Word quietly goes around the floor that Echo knows things, so he gets hit up by cash-strapped students. (He always does what he can to help.)

Wrecker stuck a college-branded baseball cap on his head shortly after they arrived to move Omega into her dorm room. Echo didn’t take it off. He’s so proud of Omega.

He also makes friends with Omega’s RA. Echo is the one who can help with dealing with stupid shenanigans that college kids get up to when left unsupervised.

Echo is also the one who gets called when Omega and her friends get into trouble during orientation weekend. He’s the one who will definitely bail them out with minimal questions asked. (That conversation will happen with Omega one-on-one later.)

Omega

She’s super excited about taking these next steps into her adult life. It’s a big move for her. That doesn’t mean that she won’t miss her brothers though.

Omega appreciates that they all moved her into her dorm room. Having their support means a lot to her.

She had scheduled calls with all of them set up before she even moved into her dorm room.

Omega has no trouble making friends in her dorm and on campus. She’s also going to be bringing friends who don’t have family nearby home on school breaks. She doesn’t want anyone to miss out on being around family, even if it’s just her weird family.

Even though she’s excited about this new stage in her life, she also gets sad when her brothers leave. She’s grateful that she has Lula. (Omega snuck a plushie from the college store into the car for Wrecker to find to replace Lula.)

+Rex

Somehow, he got roped into moving Omega into her college dorm room. He’s not sure how that happened. It just did, and here he is. So, he makes the best of the situation.

All of the moms love him.

Rex is a very handy guy. He gets all the beds lofted in a timely fashion.

Everyone thinks that he’s Omega’s dad. (He gets a kick out of it, especially since Hunter gets increasingly annoyed by that fact.)

[musubiki]

my favorite fields of mistria boys 🥰

[tempo-takoyaki]

"It would be my pleasure to give you a proper tour and introduce you to everyone."

Here is my full illustration for @svsssbigbang for the fanfiction Night at Cang Qiong Museum by @adventure-waffles! An incredible Night at the Museum x Scum Villain AU! Don't hesitate to also check out the other two artists incredible pieces for this fanfiction: dustmeadowx and qiye!

And since I know that tumblr tends to destroy the quality of my illustrations, here are some close-ups under the cut:

[off-mozzarella]

(From the body swap AU)

Hii! I'm very happy to see that my body swap comic was so well received, so here's a little something as a thanks for all the support <3

I'm excited to keep sharing my drawings, I hope you like what I make!

[crow-quet]

*You tell a joke about two kids who played in a muddy flower garden.

*...

*You tell a joke about a kid who slept in the soil.

[bluerosefox]

Little Danny's Big Adventure

New idea.

Okay now hear me out.

-Pulls out AU idea cauldron and tosses stuff into it-

Let's put in some Ghost King/Prince Danny.... But also some deaged to toddlerhood Danny that gets yeeted into the DCverse!

Like imagine, tiny baby Danny with his tiny crown of ice floating above his head and his galaxy cape wrapped around him and uses it like a baby blanket. He didn't mean to fall into a different universe, a natural portal opened up and he was being a curious little thing! He didn't mean to trip and fall in during his nap time.

Nor was he expecting to fall into this realm during a rogue attack and knock out said rogue cause they were being a meanie and harming people and now Danny just wants his nap time cause he spent a lot of his tiny engery and he wants to find a nice spot.

Danny finds a place to crash, snuggling himself into his cape and the astronaut bear Danielle got him during her last visit that he takes everywhere since.

He's out like a light as the door to this safe house that belongs to one of the Bats opens up.

Meanwhile. In the Infinite Realms, Queen Regent Jazz is going into Mama Bear Jazz Mode trying to find her deaged brother, keeping the Realms in check, and is resisting the urge to put CW in time out Soup Time because he's being cyptided again about Danny whereabouts!!! UGH!

[turtleblogatlast]

One of the funniest parts about the whole “Leo not giving Draxum any grace” idea is that Draxum is one of the ONLY notable older men in the show that Leo isn’t willing to give a proper second chance to OR really hear out in the first place.

No seriously it’s genuinely a Thing.

[guardianbee]

rewatching s1 meljay scenes just to feel something and while I want to do an analysis of their relationship to argue against every bonehead that touts "mel manipulated jayce" I got to the end where jayce tells the council to go fuck themselves BUT THEN POINTEDLY TURNS TO MEL AND SOFTLY SAYS "Except you. You were right. You were always right." And I CRY OKAY. Her eyes widen and it sinks in that there's someone who supports the same vision of peace she has, who VALIDATES her views. And one of the LAST scenes is them smiling at one another when the council agrees to Zaun's independence. They made peace without going to war. Without using hextech and corrupting jayce and viktor's dream. Without compromising mel's values.

And then s2 fucked that all up.

[s0fter-sin]

trans!soap taking his baby and running away from his rich abusive husband

(cw angst, financial abuse, single threat of child abuse, single mention of transphobia)

he's owned soap for years, since he was a teenager; paid for his medication and all his surgeries and tied them so deeply, soap’s lost hope of ever getting away. he gets even worse when soap falls pregnant. he was always controlling; blowing up at him if he spent too long out of the house or did something without telling him. but he becomes utterly possessive during the pregnancy

soap knows it has nothing to do with his safety or the baby's

he knows he sees his baby as an investment; another being he can control and hold over him

he gets worse and worse but there’s nothing soap can do. there's been nothing he can do for a long time. then a few months after the baby is born, soap doesn’t watch his tone closely enough and his husband threatens to drop his baby in punishment for it

soap doesn't think. he doesn't plan

he takes his baby and runs

he sneaks out of the servant's quarters of the sterile mansion he's been forced to live in for almost a decade and walks down the street without a backwards glance; his baby the only thing in his arms. he knows all of his husband's cars have trackers, all of them in his name since he never lets soap drive or go anywhere by himself, so he walks far enough to be out of view of the mansion's cameras and steals one. it doesn't have a car seat and all he can do is clutch his baby to his chest as he drives

he doesn't know where he's going beyond away

he doesn't know what he's going to do; he doesn't have any money, no supplies for his baby, he doesn't even have water for himself so he can reliably breastfeed him. he's terrified his husband will find them; he’s always felt omniscient, always everywhere and seeing everything he did. if he didn’t have eyes somewhere, he paid someone who did and they always dutifully reported back to him

soap just keeps his eyes forward. just keeps driving and driving, lost to the road and numb until the low gas light pops up on the dash and it all hits him at once

he turns into a gas station he can't pay for, in a car he stole, and parks behind it and his baby immediately starts getting fussy

he can't even call him by his name sometimes; too afraid to get attached, too afraid to lose him. as if he doesn’t love him more than life itself

even throughout his pregnancy, as happy as he was to finally have a baby, he didn't know if he could carry to term and that fear just let his husband dig his claws in even deeper; paying for extra scans he could never hope to pay for, favours on top of favours so he would aways owe him and isn’t he such a loving husband? taking soap in when his parents kicked him out for being trans, looking after him for all these years? you can’t even take care of yourself john, you’d still be a woman without me, john, what is this tantrum about john-

soap tugs his shirt up to let his baby feed, drops his head back and cries

he can't stop it; wails loud and uncontrolled, chest heaving with his sobs enough that it sways his baby, occasionally breaking his latch and he can't even do this right-

he can't save him

a light knock sounds on the window and soap flinches, curling over his baby to protect him from his huband's cruel hands

but it's not his husband outside the window

soap blinks tears from his eyes and looks at the large stranger standing beside the car. a neck gaiter covers his mouth and it should be off-putting… but something about him stops the feeling in its tracks. the stranger takes a half-step back and lifts a chilled and sealed water bottle, pressing it towards the window

soap quickly swipes his face clean and rolls down the window. "sorry 'bout that," he apologises with a choked laugh, the careful front he’s built over the years cracked and bleeding

the stranger gives a dismissive but somehow not diminishing shrug. "long day?" he asks

"could say that," he gives a shrug of his own and pats his baby's back as he makes a disgruntled noise, unconsciously swaying him

he politely keeps his gaze up on his face. "looks like you could use a break."

soap's breath hitches, anxiously darting his tongue out over his bottom lip. "could say that," he repeats uselessly and takes the water with a quiet “thanks,”; his throat dry and screaming for it after crying so hard

the stranger hums, watching him down the bottle and soap doesn’t notice his eyes drifting to the backseat and footwell of the passenger side. doesn’t notice the slight tension in his fists at what he sees. "how long you been runnin', lad?"

soap freezes, the water settling in his stomach like a stone. he swallows thickly and the bottle falls from his lips

"not long enough."

the stranger just nods, looking idly back down the highway

"you know, this place is connected to a garage,” he starts, nodding back to a building attached to the station without taking his eyes off the road. “lotta people drift through 'ere on road trips; too many to keep track.”

soap frowns slightly, shifting his hold on his baby

“funny thing is, plenty of 'em just abandon their car when they break down. like yours,” he adds and finally turns back to him with a pointed look. “got a whole junkyard of 'em. just rustin' away. be pretty easy to convince me to trade ya one."

soap’s mouth parts in a gasp as he realises just what the stranger’s saying. "how easy?" he whispers

he shrugs and even with his face hidden beneath the gaiter, he doesn’t feel afraid. "i'd say this car'd be a good deal. would blend right in with the rest of ‘em; no one’d ever notice it. what say i take it off your hands?"

soap's breath shudders out of him, his whole body going limp with relief. his baby's eyes fall shut with a satisfied hum and for the first time he can remember, he feels the gentle touch of hope

"i think we can work something out."

🧼💀

ghost owns the service station soap pulled into. he wanted something quiet and isolated after he retired and you can’t get much quieter than a backwoods servo surrounded by forest. he hasn’t had anyone pull in in days so he’s quick to notice soap’s car. he’s also quick to notice soap's subsequent breakdown in one of the cameras. the sight of him crying, desperately clutching a baby like they’re all he has left in the world, is so familiar he felt sick with it

he knows someone running when he sees it

if he didn't check on him, if this lad disappeared one day and the baby along with him, he'd never forgive himself. the lad doesn't even have a baby bag or car seat with him, and the personalised sticker on the back window of a lady and a dog is a dead giveaway that the car is stolen

but the lad is terrified. and when he startled him, he didn't turn. didn’t lift his arms to protect himself. no

he covered his baby

like he was afraid he'd be hurt

that's enough for ghost

🧼💀

i'd wanna set this in the 80's or 90's, just to make it even harder for soap to get away from his husband. he's a trans man with a newborn; he has no one to run to and no resources to help him. his husband's bought and paid for everything for him since he was 17; a few whirlwind weeks of unbelievable dates and extravagant gifts and he was living in his mansion, getting married the day after his 18th birthday. he thought it was love. thought he was being looked after and cared for the way he’s always wanted

he was in pain and alone and naive enough to believe the first person who came along and promised to make it better. nothing's in his name, not his insurance or his meds, he doesn’t have a bank account or savings; other than a birth certificate, nothing even ties him to his baby. his husband could take his world away from him with a snap of his fingers and he made sure soap always knew it

he never had a chance of getting away

but ghost is ex-military

he doesn’t know the lad’s story, doesn’t know the details of what he’s running from. he doesn’t need to know

he decided he was helping him the second he pulled into his service station

[ruporas]

drank too much

[ID: Digital Art of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. Vash’s body is turned slightly away from the viewer as he holds a staggering Wolfwood by his shoulder. He has one foot ahead of the other, the foot in the back used to stabilize himself from tipping over. Wolfwood is tethering into Vash, his weight pressed into him with his arms wrapped around Vash’s waist and his face is hidden away as he leans against Vash’s shoulder. Vash’s expression can be seen, his eyes wide and mouth tight-lipped, and his face is flushed red. A speech bubble comes out from Wolfwood, saying a drawled “Spikeyyy...”. The background are desaturated pastels of blue and green, showing night time, as they stand in the middle of an empty street that is also lit by the moon not depicted. Yellow light is seen coming from the inside of a saloon. End ID]

[tillywunderwing]

“paper type siffrin is not real and cannot hurt you”

WRONG!!

they are rapidly approaching your location.

[theloveinc]

sugar daddy Bakugo is so funny b/c if he's paying your tuition he's getting mad if you don't go to class

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 115

“Seriously old man?” the rumbling voice nearly caused Tim to jump, his eyes darting away from where Ras was sitting, the Al Ghul almost seeming to perk. It was kind of hard to miss the man… teen… being? It was kind of hard to miss the owner of the voice what with how their hair looked like it was on fire. 

They motioned around at well, everything, crimson eyes looking exasperated. “Really?” They were definitely motioning towards him, interrupting Ras when he opened his mouth to talk. “No, I don’t want to hear it, I swear- Did he kidnap you?” That was definitely aimed at him. 

“N-no?” Tim was feeling slightly unbalanced and may be on hour sixty without sleep at this point, if the hour long nap was counted. “I need help finding my not-dad who's lost in time.” 

The being let out a strangled noise that Tim could nearly swear was almost another one, but couldn’t vocalize his slurred thoughts as the dude muttered something, motioning around as though he was tempted to strangle something or someone. 

Ras cleared his throat, looking almost awkward which was how Tim knew he had to be dreaming or drugged. Probably drugged. “Jordan, how good to see you, it’s been so long-”

“Can it Pops,” the being-named-Jordan scoffed, finger pointing towards the Demon’s Head. “Moms still pissed and isn’t coming back any time soon with you still pulling this shit.” 

Tim felt his brain stall, process for a moment, then process some more over what he just heard before his mouth ran before it could catch up. “Ras is married???” 

[gophergal]

Uhm

Uhm

I would like some uhm

Helmet party

Por favor?

Not only I am very crazy abt them but I need something happy (not rn but I like happy things and they make me feel happy)

So, uh

I would like some Helmet party, por favor.

They're flying high

[valgeristik]

Ничего не останется от нас, Нам останемся, в лучшем случае, мы

hi. hello. listen to this song

i have so many thoughts about these two. oh my god. maybe i will write it out some day, but for now drawing it out will do

translation will be under the cut! knowing the words does add to the work so i do recommend reading it. or just enjoy the art <3

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heres the translation, color coded according to how i broke it up for the art. just in casies

first page:

Love is scarier than war

Love strikes more true than steel

second page:

More true, because of your own volition

third page:

You run towards all the winds

Let there be pain and eternal battle

Not atmospheric, not earthly

fourth page:

But definitely with you

caption:

There will be nothing left of us,

we will be left with, in the best case, ourselves

[buttercupshands]

I've been thinking a lot lately

ref to the quote under the cut

under the cut for maybe some people that would like to try and guess *shruggs*