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kairithemang0 · 5 months ago
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I should research birds more
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heartnosekid · 6 months ago
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weirdolini on ig
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stealingyourbones · 13 days ago
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Everyday I exist and every day I get more and more exhausted seeing the “lol Batman looks at Danny and goes “who’s gonna adopt this kid” He’s so adoptable!” posts.
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puppetmaster13u · 4 months ago
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Prompt 333
I once more believe Battinson Batman needs to be given a child. Or multiple. Multiple children. I am also once more rotating Ghosts Have Wings Au. 
So Batman, still early in his whole vigilante career ends up busting a shipment, nothing too surprising there. Pretty usual honestly. Except for what was in one of the crates already open. Because it looks like some sort of gemstones but… perfectly spherical. Strange. Suspicious. 
But it’s also late, er, early in the morning, and the GCPD is notoriously corrupt, so like, he’s not going to just leave the weird gemstones, each about the size of a plum or so. (Dear Gotham he’s apparently hungry, and might inwardly vow to never let anyone realize what his tired mind decided to use as measurement) 
So he, unknowingly spurred on by more than just a slight bit of ecto contamination, takes the strange spheres back home. Just puts them in his pockets and heads back to the manor that they moved back into after the whole Riddler mess. (He even found a cool cave! With a bunch of terrifying bats, but they made a glass separator! For safety!) 
But in Bruce’s defense of forgetting about them, he’s more than a little tired and hungry and just wants to sleep for a bit, y’know? So maybe he forgets about the gems as he falls asleep in the chair in the cave (Alfred was not pleased!) until he starts digging around for them. Erm. Did they fall out somewhere?? There’s no holes in his belt pockets… 
And maybe these sort of things shouldn’t slip his mind, the spheres had felt Weird with a capital W, but he gets forced to a circus and there’s an… accident. So maybe he pushed it away as not important because there’s now an angry grieving eight-year old living with him and he’s panickedly reading any and all sort of parenting books he can get a hold of because he has no clue what he’s doing. 
Yeah, maybe his back is itching like crazy no matter what he tries, and maybe he threw up the other day, but it’s fine. This is fine. 
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Oh dear Gotham those are feathers, this is not fine- ALFREEED!
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kyouka-supremacy · 7 months ago
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Nooooooo don't make it look like one of us had one black wing and the other had one white wing and we were soulmates destined to complete each other the audience is going to think we're gay what are you doing stop
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wszczebrzyszynie · 2 years ago
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płomykówka... my final Grian design. I struggled with him lots but i think he looks okay ... !!!
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wingsthephoenix · 2 months ago
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hello alternative horror tumblr. do you hear me
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astrhae · 1 year ago
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...maybe it's all part of a great big ineffable plan
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gray-thistleclan · 9 months ago
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as warmup ive been drawing some gtc cats as humans!! (mostly cherrystar)
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naev0us · 10 months ago
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i'm planning to do a tribe redesign of every tribe in WoF and i think scarlet would be so much better with a little more variation on the skywings
like its just red boring dragons cmon
prob gonna make a full sheet for her so yeah
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salamispots · 2 years ago
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saw a seagull that looked different
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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 1 year ago
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some hasty Laughingstock ft. butterfly!Howdy for your mild enjoyment...
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env0 · 9 months ago
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Have you fallen in love with me yet?
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haunth0use · 3 months ago
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Guess who’s been watching mlp :)
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puppetmaster13u · 5 months ago
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So Anyway I Started Another Cryptid Batfam Au
Yeaah, they were human, and might've been the first vigilantes before the JL formed. Might've gotten caught by some mad scientist cultists. Might've gotten gene spliced a bit, but shhh. Don't worry about it :) They're fine. Absolutely Fine. This is Fine.
But anyway, they have wings now. And talons. And a lot of other things they have to adjust to and might straight up not have a civilian identity for a while- becomes more than a bit of social recluses while they figure this shit out.
So anyway, I haven't finished drawing or designing them, if I ever will, so have what each is based off of. There's a lot of robins. :) Also have how old everyone is at the start of the story. (Timelines are a fake thing that never make sense)
Bruce- Black Drongo (31 years old)
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Kate- Scarlet Robin (31 years old)
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Barbara- Red Backed Scrub Robin (16 years old)
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Dick- Blue Fronted Robin (15 year old)
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Cass- Hooded Robin (12 years old)
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Jason- Red Capped Robin (12 years old)
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Steph- Pink Robin (10 years old)
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Tim- Collared Bush Robin (10 years old)
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Duke- White Starred Robin (10 years old)
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Damian- Olive Backed Forest Robin (8 years old)
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Jarro- Rose Robin (4 year old equivalent)
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Terry- Black Robin (4 years old)
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Helena- Bagobo Robin (1 year old)
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Matt- Norfolk Robin (1 year old)
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lulublack90 · 4 months ago
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Prompt 12 - Gate
@jegulus-microfic July 11, Word count 993
He stared up at the main gate into Hogwarts, seeing it up close for the first time. It was his first Hogsmeade trip as a third year, and he’d decided to walk back to the castle alone. He’d seen the gate as the thestrals pulled the carriages through them, travelling to and from the Hogwarts Express. But he’d never had the time to leisurely admire the ironwork and the stone winged boars that adorned either side. They were some of the ugliest things he’d ever seen, but he could admire the craftsmanship that had gone into carving the stone. 
He found a comfortable place to sit and pulled out a sketchbook to draw them. He didn’t have much in the way of drawing materials. His mother would throw a fit if she found him devoting his time to such frivolous things. So he was stuck with an unlined notebook and a quill that he quickly transfigured back into the muggle pencil he’d snuck out and bought. He’d use them until they were nothing but nubs and sneak out again to get another one. It wasn’t worth buying more than one. If he suddenly had an abundance of quills, someone might end up borrowing one and they’d start asking questions. 
This one was about half used. It would last him until Christmas, he hoped. He put his pencil to paper and began.
He was lost in his work and didn’t hear the approach of a group of students. 
“Hey, Sirius, isn’t that your brother?” Peter called after the bounding boy in front of him. 
“Huh?” Sirius spun around, bringing James Potter with him, who was in a headlock under Sirius’s arm. “Oh, yeah, it is. Oi, Reggie!” He bellowed. Regulus startled and drew a thick pencil line straight through his drawing. He growled at the mess and used his wand to erase the offending line. 
“Go away,” He sneered at his brother as he tried to hide what he was doing, but Sirius was too fast. He snatched the notebook out of Regulus's hands and flipped it open. 
Sirius stared down at the first drawing in the book. It was of the window in the Slytherin Common room when the giant squid had a tentacle creeping across the glass. He flipped through the pages, his brow furrowing more and more. He finally looked up.
“Does Mother know about these?” Regulus thought he heard a touch of concern, but with Sirius, you never knew if it was genuine. 
“No, and nor will she, especially from you,” He snapped, getting into Sirius’s face, and jabbing him with his pencil in the chest. Sirius set his jaw and glared into his brother’s eyes. 
“Wow, these are really good,” Regulus’s head snapped to the person who’d spoken, forgetting all about Sirius. “No, really, they’re beautiful,” James smiled at him, his head at an odd angle as he peered at the upside-down picture in Sirius’s hand. 
“Where do you get the pencils from?” Sirius asked, holding up Regulus’s hand. Regulus snatched it back.
“I sneak out and go to the post office down the road,” Regulus confessed, daring his brother to say anything about it. 
“Wow, Reggie, I’m impressed. How has she not found them yet?” Sirius asked, eyes still on the pencil in Regulus’s hand. 
“I only get one at a time. Now can I have my book back? I want to finish before dinner,” Regulus held out his hand for the notebook. Sirius looked down as though he’d forgotten he still had it. James grabbed it and handed it over. 
“Here,” He said, a big stupid grin on his face. Regulus grimaced. 
“Thanks,” And opened his book back to the page he was working on and continued from where he’d left off. 
“Come on, I’m hungry, let’s go see if we can charm the house elves before dinner,” Remus said quietly, putting an arm around Sirius and leading him away. 
“Remus, I just watched you eat a week’s worth of chocolate. How can you still be hungry?!” Sirius barked out a laugh, but let Remus lead him through the gates and back towards the castle. Peter followed them, chuckling at Remus’s look of shock at Sirius’s statement. 
“They really are beautiful,” James said, leaning over to see the final touches Regulus was adding to the boar’s wings. “Do you really only have one pencil?”
“Yes,” Regulus answered curtly. Why was his brother’s replacement for him still hanging about?
“Alright then, see you around,” James said awkwardly. Regulus nodded at him and he left.
The following morning, an oddly familiar owl landed beside him with a messily wrapped parcel. He took it from the owl, who flew off hooting happily and opened it. Inside was a copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. 
He already had a copy, and he hadn’t ordered a new one. He examined it. Something was off. He took his wand out and waved it over the book. The book shuddered and fell open. Inside was a brand-new pencil set. They were all different degrees of hardness. From the thickest dark graphite to the lightest tips that would barely leave a mark. He ran his fingers over them, marvelling at them as they knocked together, making a clicking sound. 
A note was tucked underneath the pencils. He plucked it from the box and read the words written there in a messy, heavy hand. 
‘From your not-so-secret admirer. I hope I’ll get a peek at whatever you create from these. Enjoy, James.’ 
He couldn’t believe that the boy he’d never shown anything but contempt for would send him such a thoughtful gift. But right now he didn’t care. He took out his notebook and started sketching the black lake and mountains surrounding it with his brand-new pencil set. It was already looking better than anything he’d ever drawn before. Maybe he’d send it to Potter as a thank you. Maybe not. He’d decide later.  
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