#family meeting?

[beebox-illustrations]

The Tucker grandparents visiting for some coffee and cake :)

Have a nice Sunday guys:)

[c-tepx]

NEVERMIND THE MEETING HAPPENED

found the screenshot from the adventure bible and I'm obsessed

i knew girls are gonna dress up!! look at flertom! she's ready to charm that dwarf bachelor

mayjack seem to be wearing her "prettier" shirt and just regular boots. just like her dad. cute

puckpatti even brought some flowers!

[mammalidentifier]

Well, that’s length-wise rather than height-wise, but yes! That would be the giant river otter (Pteronura brasiliensis), fellow countrymen of mine!

In fact, saying they’re 170 cm (5’7”) from head to tail is lowballing it a little. Some individuals as long as 180 cm (5’11”) have been recorded! Which is longer than I am tall 😔

You might have noticed that giant otters have a bit of a big cat-like look about themselves. That’s the origin of their name in Brazilian Portuguese, ariranha, which is a term from the Tupi-Guarani language and means “river jaguar”. And, just like ground jaguars, giant otters are apex predators as well: they mainly eat fish, but will hunt anything from snakes, turtles and even small caimans if given the opportunity!

Besides their size, giant otters have other traits that set them apart from their smaller cousins. For one, unlike most mustelids, they’re social animals who live in familial groups of up to twenty individuals, which whom they communicate constantly through a variety of different noises. Also, unlike other species of otter, whose tails are thick at the base and pointy at the end, giant otters’ tails also start out with a thick base, but they end up flat, which helps propel them through the water. The interesting thing about it, however, it’s that it’s not flat in an horizontal way, like the tails of other semiaquatic mammals such as beavers and platypuses. It’s flat vertically, not unlike the tail of a newt!

Source of the 2nd image: @resgateariranha on Instagram

[prlssprfctn]

Somewhere in the year after Jason becomes a part of Bruce's family, a strange book appears on the desk of Bruce's personal study room. A book about parenting traumatised kids. He opens it, leafs though a little, noticing certain phrases underlined, and closes it back. Alfred probably left it. Just a few days ago, they had a short argument regarding his parenting methods, and he seemingly tried to prove his point by additional literature. Bruce is going to read it later.

...He doesn't have time, actually, and eventually, the book stays forgotten, tucked between many others.

Years pass. Jason dies. And then comes back, complicated and different, frustrating and hard to crack. Thinking about Jason — a habit, always a habit — becomes some kind of roulette: he either remembers something nice, comes up with some courage to talk with his son, at least through comms, at least not directly, or the exact opposite thing happens, sending them both out of balance.

It is the middle of cleaning day, when Alfred suddenly picks up the exact same book about children victims and how to take care of them, and to Bruce's surprise asks where does this book come from.

'What do you mean?' Bruce frowns. 'You gave it to me when I just adopted Jason. Well, not gave, I would say tactically sneaked in, but...'

'I would remember that,' Alfred frowns. He goes through a few pages, and his face softens. 'It wasn't me, master Bruce.'

And suddenly, it clicks.

*Jason* left it. He underlined lines that probably felt relatable to him, that maybe could help them both in their new, hard journey. A shy kid he was, though, very smart, he would never actually speak with Bruce directly — he would try to leave him hints. To open up more in a subtle way.

To—

Oh.

Bruce suddenly can imagine his little son overhearing his late argument with Alfred that day, all these years ago. Mulling over, "this kid is deeply traumatised, master Bruce" and "well, I can't get inside his head, Al" lines. Figuring out how to easen his burden. How to be understood and yet accepted.

And Bruce... unknowingly discarded that.

As usual.

Unknowingly, cluelessly, and yet so simply — he discarded everything that was dear to Jason, everything that meant something for him.

As he grips the book in his hands, caressing the soft cover, he can't help but wonder if any of the information inside, little highlights Jason did, are still working for him. If he still can fix it.

[neapenning]

First morning on the Express 🚂

[chloesimaginationthings]

Can you imagine if the Aftons were in FNAF into the pit

[anima89]

A Wayne family trip to Metropolis <3

Of course, they will wear their own merch ^^

Inspired by this! V

Heheheheh.

[aerequets]

(part 1)

(short comic) (you can otherwise search 'spy x pta' on my profile)

MY GOODNESS. it's been a hot minute since i posted the first part and i guess i just couldn't SHUT UP because this is FOURTEEN PAGES LONG. FOURTEEN. you can even see some pages where the linework is slightly different because i drew it like 6-ish weeks ago, that's how long this has been cooking. drawing in general has been hard lately because of time constraints, BUT i am so happy i finished this. this is like my fav project even tho it isnt as popular, but who cares!!!!! POPULAR IN MY HEART

[coeurdeverre82]

[kaahmbem]

legend has it that the young witch circe and the once beautiful nymph scylla shared a complicated past...

[thefigureinthecorner]

as above, so below.

[spatziline]

Loid meets the real Yor

[prlssprfctn]

Bruce, walking around the Manor: Hm... I hear suspiciously familiar voices

Bruce, pressing his ear to the door:

Jason, voice muffled: Yeah, well, let's say I kill sometimes in Gotham. But that's gotta be done, you know? This city is not going to help itself.

Ghostmaker: Listen, kid, I understand. Better than anyone. Do your thing.

Jason: Thank you, thank you! It just still hurts a little bit! I mean, come on, guys, we are family. There is no way you can't see the truth, and even if you do, you still threaten me to send me in Arkham or anywhere worse.

Ghostmaker, rolling his eyes: Oh, ignore them. Had I told you, once Bruce and I fought over exactly the same thing. He pissed me off, so I was knocking him down... He wakes up, I am over him, patching him up. And he goes, like, Khoa? Where are we? And I am shrugging, like... We are in Arkham because, Bruce, honey. I love you, but that's the likely place for you to end up in. Have fun.

Jason, in awe: Really? He never told us that.

Ghostmaker: Well, that's little bat for you...

Bruce, paling gradually: No. No. No.

(Minutes later, in Batcave)

Bruce: Okay, who decided to introduce Jason and Khoa to each other? I am not mad. I just need to know this.

Dick, nervous: Uh, it was me. Let's say, it was me, and I am—

Bruce: It wasn't you. Don't even try.

Bruce, stares at Tim: Timothy?

Tim, rolling his eyes: Nah. If it was me, I would be proud. I would tell everyone I did this.

Tim: But, hey, Damian was the last one who spoke with them.

Damian: Naturally. Excluding father and Cain, they are the only two people who knew my family.

Tim: I am saying...

Damian: Keep your mouth shut—

Bickering sound: intensifies

Alfred, staring in invisible camera, in the other room: I did that. I did that, and I am having my fun.

[ilovelifee]

Gravity falls as onion headlines part II part I part III

[chloesimaginationthings]

How William Afton got his wife in FNAF