#mini's brother

[autumn-equinox-04]

imagine the friendship between aru and mini's brother (let's call him raj, short for yaduraj)

like it's canon that raj loves teasing/playing pranks on mini, and aru literally lives for mini's annoyed face

imagine the pranks, the jokes. they are partners in crime.

raj and aru become honorary siblings. like aru jokingly calls him bhai, (or anna for fellow south indians!!) and he gets very protective over her- questioning her about boys, threatening to fight anyone who looks at her funny, etc.

idk it just gives me Feelings

(also brynne and raj?? raj canonically likes guys- imagine them helping each other with coming out to their respective parents/guardians??)

[bridgekc]

all i want is sabo’s reaction to gear five… oda PLEASE

[phibsies]

he finally stopped fumbling but at what cost

[galaghiel]

—Evan already forgave you. He loves you.

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[votaeto]

tenggelam🔥🎩👒 pt.1

since brother’s visit was very popular I decided to make a (not so) mini comic of ASL! enjoy~

[sharksliveinspace]

sriracha thief

[cubbihue]

Peri was very upset about a lot of things that happened. Within a span of a week, he felt like his entire life has changed for the worst!! He had a dumb bulb on his wand, Timmy was still moving away, and he had to go to a school far from everyone he knew!!!

Of course, the cause and trigger of those emotions was Timmy. But Peri can’t blame his older brother for any of that. So the next logical conclusion for a small child to reach was to blame his parents instead!!! And boy did he blame a lot on his parents.

Many of Peri’s actions in his childhood stems from misplaced grief and anger. By the time he was old enough to know better, Peri got a mixture of stubbornness and a bruised ego to admit he was wrong for how he reacted.

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[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

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[likesdoodling]

Behold~ Maglor being the drama queen I think he would have been~ (he's famous for being the best elvish singer around. No way he wasn't at least a lil melodramatic).

Side note - I know they didn't technically have a 'sun', but I wanted to draw a sunrise, so eh.

[karakaranokara]

[woolysstuff]

MAN.

[junesfool]

bingpup au bingpup au bingpup au bingpup-

lowkey/highkey likes the uncolored version more

[ericshoney]

Mini Nick (Sister version) Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: You have earned the nickname "Mini Nick" as you act and talk like him.

Warnings: swearing, nicknames, teasing

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As you got older and hit your teens, your family started to notice how similar you were to Nick. Your personality matched his, some of the iconic comebacks Nick had, you used also and your sense of humour was the same as his.

This earned you the nickname mini Nick. Your family loved to joke with you about it and when you appeared in the guys videos, even the fans could tell you were so similar to Nick.

You were in LA, having surprised your brothers with your parents by flying over for a short visit. Your parents were going to chill at home whilst you all had a sibling day.

The four of you had chosen to go bowling. You were excited as it had been a while since you had been and knew it was going to be fun. When you arrived, you got everything sorted and grabbed some drinks before getting to the lane.

"You go first, kid." Matt said.

"Why me?" You asked.

"Your the youngest." Chris answered.

"Your mentally the youngest." You fired back quickly, making him stick his tongue out.

You grabbed the ball and took your turn, missing two pins. Nick praised you as Matt clapped but Chris teased you.

"Man I thought you were getting a strike first go." He said.

"Still better than you." You replied.

You took your second shot and knocked the remaining two pins down, sitting down as it was now Chris' turn. He bowled his ball and missed three pins, making you laugh.

"Thought you were getting a strike, bowling king." You teased, earning laughs from Nick and Matt.

"Shut the fuck up." Chris mumbled.

"Aww baby's gonna pout." Nick added.

You laughed as he took his second go, hitting two of the three pins down. You sent him a fake pout as he sat down, softly slapping your shoulder.

The bowling continued with many laughs and jokes, lots of teasing happened also. When it was over, Matt winning, you all decided to get happy ice. It was your new favourite thing to have in LA.

"What flavour you getting, sweetheart?" Nick asked, as you looked at the menu.

"Uh, maybe mango." You answered.

"I might get the same." He said.

"Whatever you get, Nick will get." Matt said with a laugh.

You smiled as you all ordered what you wanted. Chris and Matt laughed at how you and Nick got the exact same flavour. You brushed it off, as you all started walking down the street.

"Look at this kid, walking down the street like it's a fucking runway." Chris said, taking a video of you.

You laughed and turned around, posing for him to make him laugh more.

"You never know when the camera is rolling." You replied, laughing at your own silly words.

"One Nick is bad enough, let alone two." Matt said.

"Hey I'm mini Nick, I'm the better version!" You exclaimed.

Chris and Matt laughed even harder, especially seeing Nick's shocked face. He scoffed and walked ahead of you, making you laugh and chase after him.

"Love you Nicky." You said, hugging his back.

"Love you too, mini me." He replied.

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[tado25]

Thank you blue-haired brother!

[liquidstar]

im afraid i may have i classically conditioned myself. i have a space heater in my room, the kind that makes fan noise when i turn it on. i think ive come to associate that sound with being warm, because i recently got a mini fridge that also makes fan noise, and now i keep feeling hot even though its the same temperature its always been (which is usually cold for me). my fridge makes me warm. thats all backwards. damn you pavlov.