#in the week of the king's birthday

[fazcinatingblog]

tumblr, i'm going to a luke hemmings concert and i don't actually know a luke hemmings song. why

[starry-bi-sky]

my martha knight au in a nutshell:

Danny/Martha: see up here?

Danny/Martha: *taps skull*

Danny/Martha: intense psychological damage

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Danny/Martha: *upon finding out she's pregnant*

Danny/Martha: oh my god i cant be a mom, I'm fifteen and homeless--

Danny/Martha: im going to be a terrible mother--

Danny/Martha: i live in a cAR--

Danny/Martha: what if the baby inherits my powers? Oh no--

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Danny/Martha post giving birth: i've only had Bruce for a minute and a half but if anything were to happen to him i won't even need to fuse with Vlad, I'm razing this goddamn planet to the ground myself

Danny, to Baby Bruce: you are the last remaining thread of my sanity. I'm going to give you the world :)

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Danny/Martha prior to getting pregnant: Fuck it, if everything in my life has led to this moment, i'm allowed to make one stupid decision. I'm getting drunk and getting laid

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Danny/Martha while Bruce was a toddler: i swear to fucking god i am going to kill the next person who talks to me--

Bruce: hi mommy!! i brought you something!!!

Danny/Martha, immediately flipping on a dime: hi baby!! what do you have?

Bruce, a weird child like his mother: a spider :)

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Danny/Martha, talking to Falcone after he made an unsavory comment at her and Bruce: If you ever come near me or my son again, I will dig up your shithead father's corpse and make you eat his skin.

Danny/Martha: do you understand me

Falcone:... crystal, ma'am

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Danny/Martha new in Gotham: *getting mugged*

Danny/Martha: *grabs man's arm*

Danny/Martha: I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF LIKE A TWIG, FUCK BOY, DO YOU HEAR THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH--

(she then proceeds to terrorize Gotham's night life for the next extended period of time, mostly unintentionally)

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Danny/Martha: Danny Fenton?? No. you must be mistaken, my name is Martha Knight.

Danny/Martha: this here is my littlest knight, Bruce.

Danny/Martha: I made him all by myself :]

[badly-drawn-doflamingo]

‘birthdays’ - full comic !!

“So, what did you wish for Usopp?”

“…”

“…”

“Another birthday like this one.”

“And a nap like Jinbe.”

“..is he breathing?-“ “I don’t know.”

[hailsatanacab]

Happy Ghouls and Gangs DPxDC Bang event posting week!! Here's what I've been working on for the @dpxdcbigbang 🥰

Summary:

It’s a normal day for Alfred Pennyworth. He spends it taking care of the manor and watching over its inhabitants, just as he does every other day. It’s an exhausting, never-ending task, that he wouldn’t change for the world. But that night, he is confronted by a stranger in his rooms with a copy of every single soul-binding contract he’s signed for the protection of his family. The new Ghost King wants to update his terms and conditions.

Alfred POV, Ghost King Danny, with some Post-Vivisection goodness and only a little (a lot) of blood and gore and medical fun, but that's for later. Not for the squeamish, please check the tags!!

Snippet under the cut!

It’s a normal day for Alfred Pennyworth.

He wakes up early enough to be ready to greet Master Duke with breakfast when he shambles into the kitchen, he cleans, he greets the rest of the manor’s residents when they finally make it downstairs, he cleans, he goes down to the cave to rouse Master Tim from another sleepless night, he cleans.

It’s a quiet day, or as much as one can be when the place he calls home is filled with vigilantes.

He drops off Masters Damian, Tim, and Duke at school and uses the rest of the trip to pick up some groceries for dinner. Coq au vin tonight, he thinks, it’ll be perfect for the changing of the seasons. A mushroom and lentil substitute for Master Damian will do lovely.

The rest of the day is spent preparing the meal and doing a spot of gardening before it’s time for the school run again. He can’t help but smile fondly as he listens to them needle and tease each other, only stepping in when it starts to become too pointed.

Yes, it’s a normal day for Alfred Pennyworth. It’s at night when it all changes.

There’s a ghost waiting for him in his room. 

A soft glow emanates from the creature’s vaguely transparent body and a crisp frost creeps slowly across the floor, sparkling in the darkness like diamonds.

“Mr. Pennyworth?” it says, the voice bouncing off the walls so that it sounds like hundreds of beings instead of one.

Fear squeezes at his heart and the air in the room turns dark and heavy, so that Alfred struggles to breathe. His mouth is dry, his head is swimming, and he’s not entirely sure if he’s going to survive the night.

[atlanticsea]

soldier/poet/king - patrick/tashi/art

based on that one quiz i made four years ago. if you're interested, you can click here to read all my thoughts on art being the most king to ever king, tashi being a poet with a strong soldier streak despite contradictory results, and patrick being a self-destructive soldier.

[7-7-cherry]

HBD Dice <3 <3 <3

[kiyomitakada]

Maybe, Mello considers, this was a bad idea.

Not the leaving — obviously he had to leave Wammy's house someday — but. Hm. Maybe he ought to have packed more. Maybe he should have stolen a larger backpack. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

It's not like he can go back, though. That would be admitting defeat. Mello can't admit defeat. He's not sure it's normal, the way he feels when he loses at things. It doesn't bother the other kids the way it does him; it's like water off a duck's back for Matt, he knows that much. When Mello loses it hurts worse than being stabbed.

Which is good. It's a gift, honestly. Everyone knows you need drive to win, right?

He stares up at the ceiling. Mold, mildew. Wammy kids are taught first of all to question their assumptions. They catch enough murderers that they know most of 'em don't hang around in abandoned buildings. Still, "vacant hotel parking lot" is not the most glamorous place Mello has ever lived.

He glances at his watch.

Damn it. Five seconds past midnight. He didn't catch the moment the night turned over.

"Happy fucking birthday to me," he mutters to himself. He's fifteen as of… he checks again… almost a minute ago, and he's a runaway, which means he can swear now. That's one thing he's got Near beat in.

The thought makes him smile a little. He sits up and shouts, "Happy FUCKING birthday to me!"

His voice echoes back to him, faint and lost and more childlike than he wants it to be.

Mello waits. No one comes. He lies back down.

It's good that he left. He's proud of himself. He's practically an adult and he can make his own choices. He doesn't have any regrets. From his completely objective point of view, this is the best birthday Mello has ever had.

He closes his eyes, and dreams of nothing at all.

[mushtoons]

Hi, do you still ice king and Simon drawings? Cause if you, can you draw them wishing me a happy birthday?🎂🎉

super late but!!! happy birthday!!

[dark-elf-writes]

Another prompt for birthday week if you dont mind: Inko tries to get back on Izuku’s good side after abandoning him at her brother Shouta’s place because Izuku is a famous hero. Izuku’s partner cuts her off

Hitoshi just wanted to go to sleep.

It was hardly a new feeling for him. There was little he loved more than sinking onto the nearest semi-flat surface to catch whatever sleep he could after finishing his patrols, made even better when he could coax Izuku to lay with him, so he could soak in their warmth and bury his face in their curls to just breathe them in. But here, standing halfway in one of the second floor windows and making eye contact with familiar green eyes in a very unfamiliar face standing in front of his front door, there was little he wanted more than to be decidedly unconscious.

Instead he sighed as he eased back out the window, making sure to slide it closed before he dropped down to meet their unwelcome guest. The last thing he wanted was the sound to carry and wake Izuku. They needed all the rest they could get before their own patrol started... or someone called in a Code Red that couldn't be solved by anyone else.

Hitoshi shoved his hands in the deep pockets of his jumpsuit, and dipped his head into the coils of his capture scarf, cursing himself for slinging off his persona chords and hanging them from his belt when he caught sight of their home.

"What?"

The woman blinked, seemingly taken aback by the rude demand. Hitoshi couldn't imagine what else she expected showing up on a stranger's doorstep before dawn.

"I want to see my s-- my child."

"Tough. Now leave."

"Excuse--!"

Hitoshi wanted to slam his head into the door, but that would, unfortunately, wake Izuku who would come running to find them on the doorstep. He settled for a bone deep sigh instead. "Look, there's no way in hell I'm letting you see anyone that you might think is in this house, and, no, I will not be passing a message either. It is as a courtesy you do not deserve and out of a deep desire not to do any more work tonight that I am not going to arrest you for trespassing right here. Leave before I decide that having you gone is worth more to me than my dislike of paperwork."

"You can't keep my from my child!"

A flash of anger had Hitoshi barking out a cruel laugh. "Your child? Where?"

"Izuku is--"

"An Aizawa. Or, technically, Shinsou-Aizawa now. You made it damn clear that they weren't your child when you abandoned them, just like they made it clear that they wanted nothing to do with you should you come crawling back now that you think they're suddenly valuable to you. Now I have had a very long night and don't have the patience to hold your hand through what child abandonment means. Get off of my property before I remove you from it. I guarantee I will enjoy the second option far more than you will."

Inko Midoriya huffed as she seemingly decided that whatever her plan was would work better when not in jail for trespassing and stomped her way back down the path. Hitoshi watched until she disappeared around the corner. Waited even longer until his phone buzzed in his pocket.

(How Nezu knew what was going on, Hitoshi didn't want to know. He liked being able to sleep whenever he could manage it, and the politest Not Shovel Talk of his life at sixteen had done enough damage to that already. All he needed to know was Nezu was just as protective over his former personal student as he was.)

Izuku stirred when Hitoshi finally slipped into bed, all sleep-warm skin and pillow lines through their smile as they seemingly tried to climb into him they pressed so close. "What took you so long?" They mumbled into his bare shoulder.

"Nothing important," He promised, pressing a kiss to their curls. "Just an annoyance."

They hummed and moments later their soft snores filled the room once more. Hitoshi smiled before following them into sleep.

[fujimousee]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.MMONKEY D LUFFY. MY GOAT!

[13-nastin-13]

Guys, sorry for my absence, I was busy serving omelette for King Louis XIII's birthday on Sep 27th, here's the proof 🎉

I guess drawing him being genuinely happy with some comfort food has officially become my coping mechanism sorry not sorry

[westcanaan82]

Airi’s birthday bash celebration truly has been one for the books. The boys really covered all their bases and went above and beyond to make this week special.

From cake with Mattie, a surprise party with Tom, a shopping spree with Blaise, a romantic dinner with Theo, a beautifully written song from Reggie, his and hers matching cars from Draco, and an enchanted golden rose from Enzo that will never wilt- these boys truly know how to make a little ravens heart soar.

—to my loves @iclingtolife and @winniesallow , I love you ladies to the stars and back. You two have really went out of your way to make sure this week was extravagant beyond what the boys provided and I thank you for going on this crazy journey with me, and for loving me more than I often feel I deserve. You girls are truly the best. 💚🖤

In addition, our very special and dearly beloved Ominis and Sebastian made sure to show their appreciation and adoration this week as well.

All of our boys look as handsome as ever.

And to all of you who have liked, reblogged and sent words of praise on all of the posts sharing adventures with the boys, I thank you. Not a single interaction goes unnoticed and I recognize each name that appears in my notifications and I love you all. We are always open to suggestions and requests and love that you seem to be enjoying these weekly themes as much as we do! You guys are the reason we do this! 💚🖤

[astranauticus]

‘it was a great story, wasn’t it?’

this started out as a thumbnail sketch from my animatic that didn’t fit the aspect ratio but i liked the pose so here we are

[topios]

A comic about deals being made and rejected.

[starlightwoofwoof]

AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH

here’s more The Horror at Camp Jellyjam stuff …….. again

oh yeah I kinda changed up my human King JJ design a little, I kinda made him c h o n k i e r and I gave him lipstick for some reason

and the last one is basically of my version of Mascot King JJ and GG! Mascot King JJ meeting :3

[churrobear]