#just brothers being brothers

[king-fungus]

My favorite sillies fr

[iluliluu]

Neteyam seems like the type of brother to point at a bin and tell Lo’ak that’s where they found him💀

no because he so would

and then lo’ak would try to copy him by saying the same thing to tuk and immediately feeling bad when she bursts into tears, followed by jake giving out to him while neteyam smiles smugly in the background

[unicornblossom13]

Lion-O: Goodnight, bitch.

Tygra: Goodnight, jerk

[marinerainbow]

Smartass: Stu, c'mon, you're making too big'a deal outta this-

Stupid, sobbing on the kitchen counter: But how can it be Birthday Cake Flavor if a birthday cake can be any flavor!?

[garciafamlover500]

David: *Sighs*

Javier: You bored? 

David: Yeah..

Javier: Wanna start shit for no reason?

David: I thought you’d never ask.

[ap-kinda-lit]

Goku: How about we just bury the hatchet?

Raditz: I agree. I think your face would be a good spot.

[totally-not-a-god]

ooc

omg @cupidl0vesy0u , you had no reason to make the egg's god form so hot (says the aroace) 😭😭

brothers fr

the egg was a parasite that crawled out of prime and they where gods together and then prime caused the egg to fall < just brothers being brothers..

[inkdupandready]

Throwing things at Loki. Throwing Loki at things.

[butterflyscribbles]

Taking shifts❤️💙🧡

[danidoodels]

tim needed a disguise quick and it was the only viable option unfortunately

[ap-kinda-lit]

I like how a lot of Inuyasha and Sesshomaru’s interactions are them beefing it out while everyone else is on the sidelines watching like

[wobubling]

Tim drake outed as #1 nightwing fan

Text transcript:

Bart: Hey, Kon, doesn’t that guy remind you of Robin?

Kon: No way! Robin would never do something as geeky as wearing superhero merch! And aren’t him and Nightwing like siblings anyways?

[akanemnon]

I wonder if she takes cash or credit.

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MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton’s happiest day in FNAF

[artsymeeshee]

Wanted to make some supportive Ford

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.