#maternal instincts

[superbat-love]

Batman Appreciation Post #12

Batman’s Baby Fever

Batman Master Collection

[plumslices]

[sarahsinferno]

from the mother

to the fragile, dreaming child.

motherhood is the quiet incantation woven through the fabric of existence, a tapestry stitched with patience and boundless love. the mystic bond is an unspoken vow, a constellation of warmth that defies the cold distance between the finite and the infinite.

in every touch, every glance, a spell is cast, simple and profound, binding the ephemeral to the eternal, where love breathes, a quiet, miraculous force, enveloping all that is small and precious in its embrace.

this is the magic of creation, the alchemy of life, transformed in the quiet act of giving, a boundless journey from the first fluttering heartbeat to the uncharted horizons of tomorrow’s dreams.

S.T. 2019

madonna + child photographed by maria theresa meloni

photograph by lisa sorgini

young mother nursing her child by mary cassatt(1906)

mother and child by leon bazile perrault(1894)

seymour joseph guy(1824-1910)

stephen pan(1963)

goodnight 2 by arthur john elsley

mother and child taken by nell dorr (1940)

photographs of tasha tudor and her children

[daily-dose-of-danno]

Season 1, Episode 17 - Maternal Instincts

[graceofagodswrath]

She tore across the fields, the deserts and the oceans. She destroyed villages, cities and empires. She jumped across planets and worlds, ravaging, killing, burning. Nothing could stop a woman with such rage in her soul.

And a mother’s wrath in her bones.

It had been peaceful. An out of the way back world planet, green and bright. An oasis form of the planet earth. And it was a secret. A secret she kept between her and her child. A little boy, sweet as can be. With swirling black curls atop his head and big honey brown eyes, he’d stare at the only home he knew with playful awe. He’d dance while she tended to the garden, sing as they walked the wood’s paths. He’d ask a million questions about a million things, and she rarely grew tired of it. He filled her days with entertainment and happiness, and she filled his with knowledge and play.

But all good things end. That is the universe’s constant cycle. She came back from a mountainous trip to find her home ravaged, and her boy gone. She tore through the ruins, a woman of green spirits no longer. Now, she was fire and brimstone. A mountain of storm.

It didn’t take long for her to find the tracks. She called back to her dark past, the one she ran from to keep her child in a net of safety. It only did so much good. So she called back that dragon fire fury of her warrior days, and hunted down those scavenging fools who’d taken her only treasure.

And caught them she did. She stormed their ship, all metal and fang, claw and bullet, sweeping through them like a hurricane. Blood and carcasses painted the bridge in eerie art.

But she did not find her boy. However, She did find her next target. And it would not be long until they’d tasted the rage of her blades.

So beware the venomous scorn of a woman.

And the hellfire of a mother’s wrath.

[pwaise-hestia]

[jurassicsickfics]

Can we just talk about that feminine urge to mother someone? Like that feeling where you just want to hug, cuddle, comfort, coddle anyone. Literally anyone, i just need to mother somebody. It's like a hormonal urge, I swear but it is no joke.

[deactivated-deadpool-anon]

dude i'm not even a maternal person (so much that it's an inside joke in my family) but the thought of one of my f/os taking care of a baby... GOT DAMN DOES IT MAKE ME FLUSTERED. Just thought of it being early morning the 3 of you just waking up and your f/o laying on the bed with the baby (either yours or maybe even just babysitting) and your f/o rolls over to face the baby and softly kisses the baby's forehead making them both giggle... SIGN ME UP BRO.

[captain-lessship]

I could be a good mother…

All he needed was a hygiene kit and love

[ladyredmoon13]

DCXDP prompt

Fun with nature

The whole family had been working so hard lately, and fearing burnout; Bruce decided that it was the perfect time for a family vacation. They all picked a place they wanted to go and after some debating they decided on visiting the family cabin in the mountains of Colorado.

Everything was nice. The family were together, having fun. Being in nature and trying to get along. It was nice. It was peaceful.

For about three days.

That's how long it took them to notice that something wasn't quite right. It started with Damian noticing a green bird following them on a hike.

At first he thought it might have been Garfield, but when he got a good look at it through a pair of binoculars. He saw that the bird had six red eyes and feathers that made it look like it was on fire!

He notified the others and that was when other animals started appearing. First a Mole that would pop out of its hole just to stare at them. Then a Chipmunk hidden in the bushes, scurrying around and following them around the yard.

Damian and Tim both swore they saw it on two separate occasions somewhere in the cabin. Things were getting weird, and they were about to get weirder.

The next thing they knew they woke up to the AC unit having been cut off. Only to find that the wires were not only chewed through but the unit had been moved to the tree line. 20 paces away.

Later, after they fixed it; they were playing board games when they heard loud crashes and what sounded like tearing metal. Once outside they see all their cars vandalized.

Every window was smashed in. The paint scratched and they were covered in random punctures as if they were shot at.

It was escalating. Someone was watching them, spying on them and they wanted them to leave.

But why?!

It all came to a head when a redheaded woman in a blue hazmat suit wielding a machete and her teenage son came out of the woods. Telling them about how their plane crashed and asking them to use a phone.

- Instead of ending up at Vlads Mountain Chalet, Maddie and Danny run into the Waynes on vacation during the events of the episode Maternal Instincts.

[paxthepuppycat]

Pax Vents :(

Sometimes it’s so hard having a human body but an animal mind. Especially a birds mind. 

My vulture instincts stress me out sometimes so much that I have shift panic attacks, if that’s a thing. I can tell it’s going to rain, I feel it in my feathers. My wings try to get me off the ground, but I can’t fly. I’m so stressed out, I need my mate, I need to be in my nest, I don’t feel safe. I feel as if I stay here, in school, in America, I could die. The rain isn’t fit for my feathers. I need to be high up, back in my nest, on my eggs. My wings are tired of trying to get this body off the ground. They crave for the warmth of my mate as we cuddle in our nest. They crave to teach my chicks to fly. They crave to spread and fly over the blue seas. 

Being in this building isn’t my home, my home is so far away. I just want to go home. 

I’m honestly thinking of getting myself a chick or cub because my mother instincts have been so strong lately. I crave to keep my cubs or chicks close.

If anyone can relate or has anything to say please reblog or send inbox things for me TwT /nf, pos, gen

[xenagabrielleforever]

www.whenheartscollide.net

[manicpixievixen]

Wolverine got me all maternal like come here puppy let me mother you or wtv

[daily-dose-of-danno]

any screenshots you’d recommend drawing (definitely not for learning poses where’d you get that idea)

(Some dynamic pose shots I liked!)

Season 1, Episode 15 - Public Enemies

Season 1, Episode 17 - Maternal Instincts

Season 1, Episode 3 - One of a Kind

Season 2, Episode 4 - Reign Storm

Season 3, Episode 11 - D-Stabilized

Season 2, Episode 17 - Reality Trip

[suau-raisedincorruption-comic]

"...I promise..."

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[anteroom-of-death]

You know, hypothetically, I could have a child Ruby's age. (Sure, I would have died in childbirth at the age of ten but I got my period like 2 weeks after I turned 10, so it was possible for me to get knocked up) So like, this whole "legend of ruby Sunday" shit is freaking me out on a maternal level. She's so dead.