#hair ruffles

[mizgnomer]

A David-Ruffling-His-Hair collection (Part Thirteen)

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[caregivingchrysalises]

hey lovebug i’m- hi sweetheart *hair ruffles and head pats* i know i flew away a little longer than i’d promised *nodding into my shirt sniffling* awe sunshine i’m here now it’s all going to be alright *grabby hands tugging my shirt- wings fluttering in response* would my little love like to come fly with me? no no not too far, can papa pick you up? yeah alright three… two… one *carefully lifts you into my arms and sits you comfortably* swoosh (i’m not sure how to write flying noises hahah) here we are little one *i sit us down on the soft mattress wings finally able to spread out behind me* how was that for an adventure lovebug? *nuzzles noses and forehead kisses* yeah, let’s see i think it’s the perfect time to get some rest hm, does that sound good sweetheart, i’d be happy to read a story or sing something if you’d like~ whatever you wish little one

[batbabydamian]

an attempt at brotherly bonding

[hinamie]

parenthood was not on my 2024 bingo card but clearly life is full of surprises

[wtfforged]

i like when hes squishy!

[paper-lilypie]

an offering from a god

[bruciemilf]

What’s your favorite interpretation of Thomas Wayne? As of now, mine is ‘parent who threatens you relentlessly but would snap if something actually happened to you’

Thomas sometimes takes Bruce to the hospital because A.) Alfred needs a break, and B.) he needs a little intern to fetch him things.

Except Bruce just keeps making grabby hands at all the scalpels and surture scissors. “Bruce, put that shit back down or I’ll knock the white off your teeth, sit down!”

Bruce doesn’t. Thomas doesn’t do shit, naturally.

“See?! See what I have to fucking deal with, Leslie?!”

“He tripped, by the way. “

She’s never seen Thomas run so fast since the night he met Martha, chasing down her car so he could propose to her.

[raepliica]

【Smoke】 The reunion of tristamp Eriks and Wolfwood

this was based on a vashwood week prompt from twt^^

A wild Milly has appeared!!! Can't wait for best girl!!!

[mirensiart]

I think the zelda au @/linkeduniverse comic is cool

anyway, here’s my two fave links 🥹💖

[zephyrchama]

(A bit of OM! Mammon comforting MC. TW: Lots of crying? Depressive episode? No specific cause is mentioned, the reader is free to use their own scenario, but anyone who is uncomfortable with scenes of crying and being really upset might not like this one.)

The loud rustling of a plastic bag falling to the floor, its contents shifting noisily as they dropped, drew your attention. Mammon stood there dumbfounded.

He knew you were probably upset that he ate your ramen. He expected some harsh words, maybe a light berating and a slap on the wrist. That’s why he preemptively went and bought replacements. The spicy kind that he liked, some fancy new steak flavor that seemed cool, and a bunch of the tried and true classics. That way you’d have nothing to complain about.

He expected a cold shoulder. Playful teasing. A punishment, like having to eat one bowl with ten ultra spicy flavor packets. He never expected to find you curled up in tears. Eyes red and swollen. Your face looked pale with visible streaks trailing from your eyes and nose. Your expression remained a quivering frown when you weakly looked up, and it didn’t change as you buried it back into your knees.

How long had you been at this? he wondered. Was all this over a cheap pack of noodles?

Deep down somewhere, Mammon knew this wasn’t about the ramen. But he didn’t know what this was about, and it scared him.

You needed a tissue, or a glass of water, or a big hug. Mammon had no idea which to get first. He hadn’t even shrugged off his outdoor jacket yet. It slid down his shoulder as he scampered towards the kitchen for a glass, then stopped. He couldn’t leave you alone like this. His hands rooted around in his pockets which held only receipts and some loose change. No tissues or anything suitable for nose-blowing.

Up close, your shoulders shook. Your back heaved with every fresh sob. It tore his heart to little pieces. Your sleeves and the front of your top were soaking wet, no doubt from attempts to curb the crying. Mammon had a difficult time approaching you, unsure what to do or if he could even take being rejected when you obviously needed him.

Overthinking things was not his strong suit. Mammon didn't like the feeling of being stuck, of not having a plan. He was the kind of man with a goal in mind who always gets results. The goal right now was to see you smile, to eat some ramen and joke around. Most importantly, it was to get your mind off of whatever was currently happening. He wasn't going to change that by standing around like a fool.

"Hey." This wasn't his usual boisterous voice. It was a hushed tone filled with concern. You hardly acknowledged him, you had enough going on inside your head already and anything outside just felt like an afterthought. Mammon lowered himself next to you and fidgeted awkwardly with his jacket zipper. "What can I do?"

You weren't in a state to respond, that much was clear. Your answer was to shudder and hug your legs tight against your face.

Your knees were as soaked as your top. Seeing that was Mammon's last straw. He didn't want to be rough, but he was a man of action. He tried to coil an arm around your shaking shoulders, resolution only growing stronger when it caused you to cry harder.

"Knock that off, c'mere." Tough words never sounded gentler. You had no energy to move, but luckily, Mammon had plenty to spare as he brought you in to lean against his side and draped the edge of his jacket over you. You blindly cried against the first surface you could press your face against - his shirt. It smelled of deodorant.

"Don't forget, you're my responsibility, aight? When stuff like this happens, ya gotta come straight to me."

The silence wasn't as awful with Mammon around. It didn't feel suffocating. It took time, but the heartache began to fade. Your sobs became more infrequent. Mammon patiently waited the entire time, occasionally tugging you closer. Occasionally murmuring things like, "you're gonna have to use me as a tissue. I don't have any." Or, "just say the word, I'm gonna beat that sadness into a pulp. Gonna show it I'm the boss around here."

He may not be most eloquent of speakers, but he's got the right spirit.

Even after calming down, Mammon didn't budge and you remained locked against his side. Perhaps you still didn't have the strength to move yet, but you could manage to whisper out a grateful "thanks." A word that finally eased the pain tugging at Mammon's conscience.

He ruffled your hair and leaned down, placing his head against the top of yours. "I always tell ya, I'm the best. Call for me if this happens, ok?"

[mizgnomer]

A David-Ruffling-His-Hair collection (Part Fifteen)

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Dallas Fan Expo source [ nat ] Macbeth fan vid source [ light_fluffy_ ]

[f1-stuff]

Austin GP '24 // Post-Race Show

[witch-of-fanart]

Halloween Party pages 38-40

The party is over, goodbyes are said and now the girls must attempt to talk things out.

note: pay close attention to the dialog especially between Ace and Buttercup

[vakariaan]

ultimate ships challenge - [1/10] smiles

[skuntank]

Samantha Béart: yeah so Karlach isn't like. A totally good person. She's certainly not evil, but she's definitely flawed. There is a dark side to her that she doesn't want you to know about, and not only has she done heinous things in the past, she's still fully capable of doing heinous things now. Her happy-go-lucky attitude is 1000% a trauma response and this woman absolutely NEEDS to go to therapy because her mental health? It's in shambles

People online: puppy :)

[puppyeared]

wanna see a magic trick? 🪄🎩