#she's his BABY

[hey-hey-j]

anyway this morning I woke up with a specific thought about JD and Rhonda

post-Band Together, Branch, Floyd, and JD have just arrived in the village and Branch is letting them stay in the bunker with him for the time being. So it's JD's first night in the bunker, already he doesn't go to bed until he's made sure Branch and especially Floyd are good for the night, but when he finally settles down in his room he realizes he can't sleep—

—because it's the first night in nearly twenty years that he's spent away from Rhonda.

He's used to the constant noise of making his home inside a living creature—her rumbles and her purrs and the swaying of her movements, the slight creak of her segmentations as she breathes in. By comparison the bunker is deathly silent, the only thing coming close is the faint rumbling of the pipes in the walls, and it's enough to put JD on edge for the rest of the night, worrying himself sick about Rhonda. He just left her out there! Alone! Where who knows how many dangers could get her! Sure, she has plenty of leaf cover and he knows she's more than capable of fending for herself, having survived out in the Neverglades long before she ever found him, but let's be honest, it's been a weird few weeks for JD and his paranoia is finally starting to catch up to him something awful.

He considers going up to the surface to check on her but decides the elevator would just wake up Branch and Floyd and so he stays where he is, not getting any sleep for worry over both his specialest girl and his brothers, until eventually his internal clock decides that it must be morning by now (it's hard to tell time down in the bunker) and so he finally races to the elevator (right after a brief encounter with Branch where he runs into him in the kitchen and they mutually scare the bejeezus out of each other)

But when JD finally pops his head out from the bunker hatch the first thing he sees is precious Rhonda, just a few feet away from the bunker's entrance sheltered under a mossy tree root, already stretching and yawning and shaking herself off. And he's so relieved to see her and that she's okay, and he's laughing as he runs to her with his arms thrown open and she runs to meet him with an excited yip of her own and the way JD coos over her, you'd think it had been weeks since they last saw each other.

[bruciemilf]

Need a the Waynes Lived AU where Martha’s a vampire. She snuck in a Wayne Gala for a potential late night snack, but Thomas thought she was a socialite.

“So, what do you do?”

“I drain people of their life sources.”

“Oh, you’re a CEO too?”

She can’t drink Thomas’ blood because he smokes too much, the baggy eyes indicate long nights spent on his feet during surgery, which means it’ll taste bitter, and she saw him drown 10 whiskey shots in one go.

It’s a taste thing, nothing against him.

He is, how ever, very handsome, and she decided she’ll be his house cat for the time being. Fast forward two years later and they have a vampire cherub of a baby named Bruce.

Babies usually don’t come out with fangs and tiny bat wings, so, yeah. His wife’s a vampire. Cool.

“How come I’ve never seen your wife outside during the daytime, Tom??”

“How come I’ve never seen you mind your own fucking business?”

[artkaninchenbau]

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

[chloesimaginationthings]

Elizabeth Afton bets on losing dogs in FNAF..

[asmimir]

kamamar doodlessss no comics atm bc schoolwork, but I AM working on a silly forket one, for now i hope this'll suffice eeeee

[ditzybat]

tim drake is the type of guy to drop random lore then walk away.

tim: ugh i hate baseball, it’s like, when you have to play it in order to save a whole planet once, every game after seem boring

dick: that’s not…

tim: only downside to that was how we almost totaled barts brand new spaceship

dick: what spaceship??

—

tim: oh, hi mom

shiva: hello timothy, how are you? still keeping up with your training i take it?

bruce: mother? she’s not your —

shiva: let’s spar then timothy, let’s leave it strictly non lasting injuries, i don’t rather feel like dying by your hand again today

tim: of course!! ^-^

bruce: again?

—

tim: man i forgot to take my meds again

duke: your meds for what?

tim: i have no spleen, so i have to take probiotics, it really is manageable but i dont know where those pills went

duke: i’m almost scared to ask, tim, how did you lose your spleen?

tim: weird spider dude, it was a whole thing

—

tim: you talk a lot of shit for someone who got replaced as heir to your immortal grandfathers empire by me

damian: you what!?

tim: i regularly beat his ass at online chess every week too, and i don’t think you’ve seen him since he stole your corpse

—

tim: here

jason: what’s this?

tim: a box of all the photos i took when i obsessively stalked you for your entire tenure as robin

jason: thanks?

tim: you’re welcome, bye!

jason: … creepy ass kid…

—

steph: so how did you to get together?

bernard: well —

tim: i saved him from a getting cut open by chaos monster cult members

bernard: yep, i was rescued from being a vessel for a greek god, and we just really clicked afterwards

steph: well, it’s better than the brick

[poobirdy]

xin mo did not become the demonic op sword of all three realms for this!!! for @kawouwu who asked for binggeyuan sillies! thank you for your donation to svsss' gotcha 4 gaza!

[sevrinve]

bedtime

[hansoeii]

stede bunnet

[pangur-and-grim]

Has Pangur meet little Belphie yet?

she is not a fan

[bruciemilf]

Alfred honestly can’t say shit about Bruce bringing in strays, because what if the Waynes got him the same way?

I genuinely can’t recall HOW Alfred, British special forces extraordinaire, ended up working for Gotham’s (scary) sweethearts.

In my mind, he came to them bleeding.

There’s a tang of bitterness pooling in his gut. Soldiers don’t have friends. They have guns. And he’s all out.

Just when Alfred thought all is in peril, a tiny little hand gently covers a nasty bullet hole on his abdomen.

The first thing Alfred thinks about is: ‘Jesus, this kid has scary eyes.’

“Hi, Alfred.”

“…How do you—“

“Bruce! Jesus FUCKING Christ, I swear, I’m not paying for your ransom next time you run o—…What the fuck is that?”

If there’s one thing about Thomas that Alfred will never forget is his voice; The bass , so chasmic and powerful it could shake the whole world, and the burning care in his eyes despite his vulgarity.

Bruce, — who’s the tiniest bundle of a boy Alfred witnessed, is yanked up by his father’s strong hands, squeezed to his chest carefully. “Hurt,” he says. There’s a tiny, red handprint on Thomas’ shirt.

“Yeah, I didn’t notice,” Thomas mumbling, looking around.

Maybe local gangs? The bullet point is too precise, too calculated. “Who the hell are you?”

Alfred, with his raspy breath, says, “I’m the terribly rude bloke dying on your doorstep, I’m afraid. Alfred Pennyworth. At your service.”

For a guy who’s about to bleed his last, he sounds awfully sarcastic.

“Yeah, wise guy, no one’s dying on my kid’s birthday. Bruce, tell Dotty to prep up the basement. And tell your mama to get my Budlight out of the cooler. Jesus Christ.”

Alfred ends up hoisted on this man’s back. Thomas asks if he has anyone he wants to call? Anyone that’ll come pick him up? Anyone to bury him, if it comes to it.

Alfred whispers he does not.

Thomas sighs. “Well. Kid‘a been asking for a playmate.”

[tagerrkix]

Eden was their ✨disney princess era✨

[ministarfruit]

father of three

[deep-dark-fears]

Oh baby! A fear submitted to Deep Dark Fears - thanks!

You can find original art and commission a portrait in my shop!

[bluerosefox]

Uncle Damian Mode ACTIVATE

Twins Danny and Damian but! They both know where the other is (Damian going to Bruce and Danny being sent to the Fentons on a mission at a young age), has kept in touch and all that.

They just...never got around to telling anyone about the other.

That is until Danny comes interrupting Damian on patrol one night in a panic, pushes a bundle into his arms and hurriedly says "Read our texts! It'll explain! I gotta go, got a fruitloop on my tail! Be back when I can!"

And rushes off. When Damian looks down at the bundle in his arm, ignoring the yelling on comms and Nightwing rushing over, he is stunned to see a almost identical face to that of his brother staring back at him, only he can tell its female from the more delicate features.

When he later reads the texts his brother sent during his patrol... well he's tempted to go fruitloop hunting but he has a niece to take of... and inform his father of his granddaughter he's currently holding.

[ryllen]

dilemma in zigvolt household today