#hes a concerned lil guy

[chloesimaginationthings]

William gives Michael a very “good” FNAF gift..

[moeblob]

Happy Birthday to Ferdinand von Aegir!

I actually made 33 emotes, affectionately known as Aegirglyphics to some, for my own personal use on discord. However, I figure why not share some of them! They're free to use for discord servers/icons/pfps or whatever. However, my only request is Do NOT use them as subscriber emotes on Twitch. You can make them free follower emotes but you are not to make them locked behind a paywall.

[myuminji]

dedicated to the audience: me, myself, and I— I finished the discarded sketch

[cicadaart]

I’ve only had cursed Alastor cat for a day and a half, but if anything happens to him—

[kindaasrikal]

How tf did this fanfic actually reach 5k words already on chapter one and its not even half way completed.

The things i do for morro 😭

[doubletaileddoubletrouble]

"Oh. I'm plenty safe..." this was. Awkward.

"It's shedding season. I'm- I'm a fox." He ran his had through one of his Tails, ending up with a small clump of fur in his hand. "Respectfully, even if I needed help, I don't think his doctorate in evil could help me." He disposed of the fur in a wastebin, not taking his eyes of the bot.

metal opened the window of tails bedroom from outside, carful not to break it, and endered the foxes room "creamcicle?" his synthisized voice was gentle and.. almost sad

@doubletaileddoubletrouble

[meimeikyu]

no okay dust when he first joins the gang is so fucking funny in my au bcs this is like a 30 year old man who has spent his entire life a) in a locked basement b) in a locked prison c) in a locked mental ward

like this man has not a SINGLE life skill and yet he could tell you how the universe works in immense detail without hesitating. but he probably doesnt know what a dog is

[palestporn]

Gamzee: ???!? ?! ??? ?!!!?!

There a fuckload of questions that need answering--why he needed you calm, why he wanted you secret, why he took your name, your sign-- You open your flap to say one of those, and find the emperor's just looking at you, with that same look on his face as the night he took you. You didn't find a name for it, that time--didn't fit, wasn't right, he's the emperor. But this time, you know what the fuck you're seeing, aimed back at you like a mirror.

"...Why the fuck are you scared of me?" You say, fucked up and raspy from growling so much for the first time in so long, and Karkat laughs like he thinks you're taking a dig and then looks back and sees his ancestor's face and stops laughing real fast.

"Wh-- Seriously?" he says.

"He did just pull some primo coldblood panfrying bullshit out of his ass," the miniature Ψiioniic--Sollux--points out, and then shrugs real quick, playing a big motherfucker who doesn't give a shit. "I mean, they were pretty good, anyway, I guess--"

"He said you saw something before that freaked you out, too," Karkat says over top of him, turning accusing on his ancestor. "Something in his shadow."

"Oh, what," says Sollux. "The ghost?"

Every motherfucker in the room turns to stare at him, you most of all. He looks back at you like he didn't expect, like he's not spitting some wild motherfucking shit at you right now.

"You don't have to act like you don't know," he says, at you. "AA sniffed it out sweeps ago. What, when I sent you that note about secrets did you think I meant, like. The thing where you cuddle a cushion when you sleep, like some kind of pupa?"

"What," you say, because you got fuck-all else to say.

"You knew about this?!" Karkat says, outrage at his skinny buddy now. "How many fucking wrigglers are we locking up around here that everybody knows about except me?!"

"He's not a wriggler, KK, he's like twice as big as you," says Sollux.

"Please don't blow this out of proportion," says the emperor. He's sat himself down at his document plateau since you looked at him last, and he's holding his pan in one hand. "There aren't any other...prisoners. If you can call him that. And he's 12 sweeps."

"He's what?" says Sollux, and looks the size of you up and down. "Fuck off, no you're not."

"So get a hauntwhisperer in here and peel the ghost off him," Karkat says, impatient. "How has this taken multiple sweeps to figure out?! Am I the only person with a functional thinkpan around here?"

"It's not--" the emperor stops, growls the first time, low through his fangs. "...I didn't bring him here because of...the ghost. As dangerous as that is even by itself. I brought him here because of the reason that ghost is clinging to him, specifically. Can't you--" Stops himself again, takes a breath and lets it out. "You never saw him," he says, reminding at himself. "Neither of you would've ever seen him."

"Enlighten me," says the Second Coming, and when he squares up his shoulders and drops his horns forward the gems on his horns and gold on his ears shine almost as bright as his eyes.

"His sign was Capricorn, Karkat," says the emperor, bleak and heavy like that's some big, important shit Karkat should know, not just the shape that was close to you like the pads of your palms the first eight sweeps of your life. "His hatchname was Makara. He wouldn't have made it long, out there, especially not as he got...older. Bigger. Someone would have noticed, eventually."

Karkat's hands twitch back off you like you turned red hot. Sollux doesn't flinch back, but he's watching you hard, like he's thinking on you, seeing what you do. The emperor doesn't look up. Like he's said everything that needs said. And every single motherfucker gets this shit except you.

Gamzee: Demand backstory, already

==> ...From the Sufferer Redeemed ==> ...From the Second Coming ==> ...From the Spymaster ==> ...From the Shade of Rage

[START OVER]

[homeless202]

one of EY's oldest friends trusts HJ to take care of him.

and he was right, ofc -> a concerned HJ interrogating EY abt his living situation.

[strawberriedmeadows]

I'm a sucker for traumatized slutty men what can I say 🩷

[emo-nova]

As I browse the wonders of AO3 for some good Jon whump cause apparently I like to see my favourites hurt, I see a tag with Jon using the cane either before or after the Pretienss incident. And I have to say, I love that headcanon.

I definitely see Jon using it after though, mainly because using a Cork screw will most definitely fuck something up in someone's leg.

[viiridiangreen]

sure it’s a lil awkward for me to have Gone Off abt brachyocephalic breeds being inhumane next to my partner’s cousin’s girlfriend who is A Pug Person & bought a puppy sometime last year

but in my defense my partner started it & neither they nor i remembered the existence of their pets at the time

& it’s also True so....

[blindaysblogforturtles]

Ok so what if everytime you do something you regret a little British voice says "bit sad innit?"

Oh my fucking goodness God forbit that happen because then I would mess things up on purpose. I have a thing for british accents - they make me laugh so hard when it's informal-

[astrxealis]

sometimes i think i'm just a lil guy but no. but yeah i'm just a little guy but in a fandaniel way if you get what i mean

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

Ight so, I had to throw something down for this, I had too, I changed the scenario just a tad bit but hopefully this fufills some of the vibes for this awesome call for Duke Tropes!

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" I've got eyes on Duke, he's heading up fifth towards the Narrows, I'm in pursuit."

" Copy. He scares easily and has a negative reaction to vigilantes, be careful Red Robin"

" Gotcha, I'll be gentle, dropping in now!"

Tim had been halfway to metrpolis when he got the ping on his communicator, a little red bat icon that signaled ALL HANDS ON DECK ASAP!

He'd been more then a little annoyed that he couldn't leave Gotham for 20 minutes without it falling apart but bats gotta do what a bats gotta do. So he'd shouted a quick apology to Kon, via the wind, and counted on super hearing to make him seem like less of a flake, before making a totally legal U-turn and speeding back.

When Tim hit Comms range he'd been filled in on the situation pretty quickly, as Batman forgot to turn off his mic and the All Comms channel got an earful of a very tiny voice yelling at him and nightwing to stay away

" Is that Duke?" Tim had asked, shocked to recognize the familiar lilts of his brothers voice so much younger, and squeakier.

" He got hit with something on his patrol earlier. We didn't even know it had happened till Alfred caught him sneaking out through the front door on cams all minified!" Dick said as the background of his transmission filled with rushing air. He was probably doing some stupid cool parkour that Tim totally wouldn't practice in secret later, totally.

" Typical Wayne family behavior if you ask me" Jason chimed in, an all bats alert really did mean all bats even the hooded ones who never came home for dinner. " Solo patrolling, hiding injuries, running away from Bruce, a right of passage really"

" No chatter on comms" Came Bruce's harsh growl.

Tim rolled his eyes as he grappled over the city, he was closing in on there location but the little yellow blip of Dukes tracker was moving in his direction. He could cut him off at the pass just before he hit the narrows.

Like a compass pointing due north Duke was heading home and Tim didn't want to know what would happen if he got there and saw it was gone.

God, if Duke really was as little as he sounded then his parents would still be alive he would be just a regular kid. A regular kid being chased by strangers in kevlar, yeah not fun.

" I can get to him faster. I'll engage from the front you guys flank me"

Three voices answered a quick "copy" and Tim took off.

Now he was here, perched on the edge of a building next to an alley about two blocks from Dukes old house. He'd managed to get ahead of his very little, oh my gosh so tiny! brother and watched as a loud noise from across the street sent him ducking into the alley.

Duke quickly found a place to hide, plastering himself against the side of dumpster and out of view of the street. His breathing was fast, little chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain his energy. Duke really had given Jason, Dick, and Bruce a run for their money and Tim had no doubt the adrenaline was just about starting to wear off.

With a roll of his shoulders Tim did his best to silently shimmy down the side of the building and land gently on a fire escape near the dumpster. Unfortunately it gave a mighty groan under his weight, which jeez if Tim was too heavy for this thing there's no way it was up to code, and Duke looking up in a panic.

With his meta ability Duke had the uncanny ability to see extremely well in the dark, he'd explained how it worked to Tim once, something about his eyes naturally bending the light around darkened objects and how it was super helpful when he was on the night shift. It also meant that little Duke immediately caught sight of Tim and wedged himself as far between the dumpster and the wall next to him as he could.

" Go away!" Duke shouted, voice shaking as he did so. He sounded close to tears, this had been no doubt the most overwhelming night of his life he looked all of 8. " Go away, all of you! I didn't do anything wrong you can't chase me!"

Tim hurriedly stepped out of the half shadow crouch he'd assumed on the fire escape and into the meager light of the alley with his hands raised in surrender.

" Woah woah woah, it's ok, you're ok, I'm not trying to hurt you kiddo I'm just tryna get you home."

" I don't need your help getting home!" Duke cried " I know how to get there all on my own!"

Tim winced his chest pinching at the sound of his brother's voice breaking, ugh traumatizing this Tiny baby Duke was not good for his heart.

" I bet you do, you're a really smart kid Duke"

Duke tensed against the dumpster where he was hiding his face.

" How do you... know my name?"

Tim blinked, shit. " Uh- well somebody once said robin was magic so yeah let's call it robin magic"

Duke lifted his head cautiously, sniffling. His face had two clear streaks of tears down round baby fat cheeks and his bottom lip wobbled as he looked Tim up and down.

" Robin?" He asked confused.

Tim nodded his head, " yeah robin magic, for me cuz I'm robin, well I used to be robin I'm technically Red Robin now but-OOF"

Suddenly Tim was hit in the chest with 70 pounds of flailing arms and pointy elbows as Duke wrapped him in a fierce hug.

" Robin!" He cried out, staring up at Tim with the saddest little face in the world, it made Tim's heart melt.

" It's you! You're really him, you're robin! You've gotta help me Batman is chasing me, he musta thought I did something bad but I didn't I swear!"

Tim patted a tentative hand against Dukes back.

" It's ok, I know Batman can be intimidating but he'd never hurt you-"

" No! That's the old batman! The one from before. New Batmans bad! Last week he put a homeless guy who lived on my street in the hospital for stealing a car."

Tim winced, oh the timeline was all clicking into place, this baby Duke wasn't just younger he was from the past. The past where Bruce was still deep in mourning for his recently lost son and Batman was out of control on the streets.

Dukes reaction to batman chasing him made a helluva lot more sense in that context. God here Tim was again dealing with the consequences depressed and vengeful Bruce's actions. Looks like he was still taking out the trash at 17.

" He won't hurt you Duke, I know he's been scary lately but it's only because he's- well he's not thinking very straight"

Duke looked up at Tim still not totally convinced but Tim just ruffled his little brothers curls.

" I'm serious, the guys chasing you earlier, Nightwing, Batman, and Red Hood only want to help you out tater tot"

Duke wrinkled his nose at the nickname. " I don't need their help though I've got you. And you're the best Robin ever! Robin the third"

Tim couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face. He was sure he was other people's favorite robin, he'd read those super hero rank forums and met some very dedicated batfans before but this was different. This was his brother.

Tim remembered being 10, remembered when all that mattered to him was Seeing Dick Grayson, the first Robin, streak across the night sky like a shooting star. Dick had been his robin, his little peice of childhood magic come to life.

And looking up at him now, with little stars replacing tears in his eyes, Duke was showing him the same thing.

" yeah, of course you've got me Duke, you got me. I'm your Robin."

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That's all I got folks, I banged this puppy out real quick so soz about the messiness and any mistakes. (Also I never write tropey fluff LMAO so hopefully this inspires a good fluff writer to get in on the action! )

hmmm deaged duke thomas REFUSING to let batman nightwing or red hood near him because when duke was a kid batman had just lost robin and was super violent on the streets, nightwing was in blud so duke wouldnt really know him and red hood has guns??? what??

and duke (this is the kid who reads people flawlessly and also trained to beat the riddler from an young age) is evading capture at every turn. his powers are erratic and hes starting to get scared, the manor will not let him out, and where are his parents-

when suddenly there he is. duke thomas’s robin, and his most trusted protector, tim drake.

just more of duke thomas with the tropes the other brothers get hit with all the time, and also more of tim being dukes robin please!!!

[aria0fgold]

Wait... I lied (lying liar who lies) I have one more. Basically just wanna say that Alec is so-- Normal coded-- in the way that uh... That he's-- That-- He! Just appears so Normal on the outside but he can be so very going through it on the inside like that one phase in his life where he lost his self in which he doesn't even know who he is anymore and just stumbling through the dark anf then I just love revisiting thinkin bout that version of himself cuz of Stuff that happened to his past. I think it's Very Neat.