#I did decide to keep it in character!

[maryymaruu]

Hello 3 Signals, I have some questions and im really curious of your answers.

1. What belived did you held to called a heretic by the others? (I won't judge you)

2. Who do suspect was the one behind the malware attack?

3. What is your oppinion on slugcats, scavengers or other primitive species of this world.

4. If said primitive species started to build their cywilization what would you do? Guide them? Ingore them?

5. What is your opinion on the sliverists/antisliverists conflict? Do you support one of the side, if so which one?

Im lookin foreward for your responce. Sorry if some of the questions are touching private topics, if so you dont have to answer to them. Kind regards from RW enjoyer.

(In case it's unreadable) TS: [ I HAVE NOT SEEN MANY MYSELF. I ASSUME MY STRUCTURE IS TOO LOUD OR TOO STERILE FOR THEM TO SURVIVE. THAT MIGHT CHANGE OVER TIME... ]

TS: [ IF WE'RE STILL AROUND TO SEE IT HAPPEN; I DON'T THINK WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO IMPOSE OUR CREATORS' LEGACIES ONTO THEM. LET THEM DECIDE THEIR OWN FATE. ]

[batsandbirdbrains]

I want to read this so badly I’m begging someone to write some variation of it pls

The one where Dick isn’t the step-dad, he’s the dad that stepped up

Im fiddling around w the ages because it’s more fun that way. Also it’s in the yj cartoon universe but the timeline will be wonky bc I didnt care for seasons 3&4. So anyway let’s make it post season 2, Dick is 16ish, and like so many of my other yj fic ideas, he’s currently heavily disliked by most JL and yj team members bc of the whole deep cover thing. Also Artemis never went back to be Kaldur’s backup, she refused, so Dick did double time as both Nightwing and Renegade, Deathstroke’s apprentice. He and Bruce had a falling out bc Bruce didn’t like how he didn’t do everything perfectly while Bruce was gone.

So anyway Dick is living in Blüdhaven, his exhausted, he’s not taking very good care of himself, he’s running himself ragged as both Nightwing and also at his day job at a seedy dive bar.

And one night he comes home, ready to face plant on his dusty couch, only to be greeted by his arch nemesis: Talia al Ghul.

He can’t fuckin stand her. The feeling is very mutual.

Talia was very close with Bruce when Dick was younger. Dick was definitely not super jealous at the time. Also definitely didn’t let her words about him not being his real son get under his skin. That never happened.

And now she’s sitting in his couch, looking around and judging his non-existent decor. With a tiny kid next to her.

The tiny kid looks equally disgusted with the apartment. And way too much like Bruce for Dick’s comfort.

“Is this a hallucination or is there actually a succubus sitting in my living room,” Dick manages to say in a bored voice.

“Charming as always, Richard,” Talia says back at him. Before he can reply, she continues with, “I’m here on important business, so please for once drop the attitude with me.”

“And what’s so important you’ve dragged a toddler into my humble abode?”

“Tone,” she snaps at him, and he snorts at her. She’s not his mother, she doesn’t get to lecture him on his snotty attitude with her.

“Look, if you’re looking for Bruce, you’re way off target. We haven’t spoken in months. You’d think you and your little spies would know that.”

“Of course I know that,” she huffs at him. “That’s exactly why I’m here with you. I need you to do something very important for me.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that? Drop dead for ya so your little Bruce clone over there gets all my inheritance? I’m sure you’ll be happy to hear he’s cut me off entirely, so no need to worry.” He sways a bit as he turns around, and he only limps a little bit as he heads to his fridge. Not that there’s anything in there, but maybe if he rummages around and stares at it long enough, food will appear. He doesn’t pull his head out of the fridge before saying in a mocking tone, “You can leave now.”

“I need you to raise Damian.”

Dick stares at the flickering lightbulb in his fridge, the hum of it buzzing between his ears.

“I must finally be completely nuts,” he says, straightening up, hand still on the fridge door, “because I could’a swore I heard you just say you want me raising the love child you must’ve had with the man who kicked me to the curb six months ago.”

“Richard, will you take this seriously please?”

The way her voice sounds almost desperate is what gets Dick to finally turn around.

“Are you serious?” he asks. “You’re being forreal right now?”

“I’m being completely serious,” she tells him. “I don’t want my son anywhere near my father. I want him raised by a good man.”

“So take him to Bruce! What do you need me for?”

“Did you not just admit that Bruce kicked you out?” She said slowly to him. “You, his sixteen year old son-“

“Ward.”

“-who he once used to tell me was the light of his life? He turned on you, just like that. The boy he’d raised for eight years. Richard, you are still a minor-“

“Then why are you asking me to raise your baby?” Dick screeches.

“M’not a baby!”

“Oh my God, it talks!”

“Richard!” Talia is pinching the bridge of her nose. She looks like she’s regretting the decision to come here. Good.

“Richard,” she says again, softer. “Please. You are a better man than Bruce Wayne. You know that.”

“Do I?” he laughs, feeling so out of his league right now. He has no idea what’s happening.

“You’re a smart boy, Richard, I know you’ll figure this out.”

“You’re really leaving your kid with a kid?”

“You’ve graduated high school, haven’t you?” she says, as if that means anything. “Quite the achievement for one your age, considering all your extra curricular activities. Not to mention saving the world from an alien invasion.”

Dick’s face darkens at the mention of it, and for some reason, he doesn’t immediately want to shrug off the hand Talia lays on his shoulder.

“You’re a good man,” she says gently. “You’re bright. You’re resourceful. You will be good for him. Better than anyone else he might be able to go to.”

He’s overwhelmed. He’s still in his Nightwing costume. He’s covered in dried blood and mud. He’s tired.

But now Talia is leaving, and there’s a two year old mini-Bruce sitting on his couch staring into his soul.

“Okay,” Dick breathes. “It’s okay. We’re okay. Uh-“

Dick doesn’t know what to do. Damian is still staring at him. Dick’s not sure he’s even blinking.

“Do you like Frosted Flakes?”

Damian’s never had Frosted Flakes. Dick remedies that immediately. Damian’s smile after his first bite is enough to ease the tightness in Dick’s chest just a little bit. He ends up getting Damian safely tucked into bed, leaving the door to his room ajar so he can go have a breakdown in the living room so he doesn’t disturb him.

Of course Dick will raise Damian. He doesn’t really have any other choice, does he? Plus, he’s somehow already managing to worm his way into Dick’s heart. God, is this what Bruce felt like when Dick first came to live with him-

No.

He stops that thought immediately. He’s nothing like Bruce. He’ll never be anything like Bruce. Because now that Damian is his, he won’t ever let him go, he won’t ever make Damian leave just because he might do something Dick doesn’t like. Damian is his now, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure Damian always knows that.

Except Dick is broke, and there’s hardly anything edible in this apartment, and his job doesn’t pay well enough to support himself and a toddler.

And Dick doesn’t have that many options on who to call for help.

So after a week of juggling his job and his new kid and a bunch of different possible outcomes, he makes a decision.

And the next night, he shows up on doorstep with Damian asleep in his arms and an overstuffed bag strapped to his back.

Slade only raises an eyebrow.

“What’s with the kid?”

“He’s mine,” Dick chokes out. “Don’t question it. Please.”

Slade just sighs, then steps aside to let Dick in the door. The house is familiar, Dick spent a lot of time here during his stint as Renegade. It used to feel so suffocating, being in Deathstroke’s home. Now it feels like a relief.

“What are you doing here, kid? Not that I’m not happy to see you,” Slade asks, sitting in a chair and swirling a half-empty glass of whiskey. He motions for Dick to sit on the couch across from him, and he does after a moment of shimmying the bag off his back without jostling Damian too much.

He sits there for a moment, Damian on his lap with his face tucked against his chest. He has one hand twirling Damian’s hair between his fingers, and he doesn’t look up when he speaks.

“You said I could come back anytime,” Dick says. “No questions asked.”

“I think you and I both know that didn’t apply to a situation like this.”

“Please,” Dick pleads. “I need the work. So I can take care of him.”

Slade’s face changes, but he doesn’t say anything. They’re both quiet for a long time, Dick trying to focus on the soft breaths from Damian as he sleeps. Eventually, Slade stops swirling the glass so he can bring it up to his mouth to empty the rest of it.

“You can stay in your old room for now,” Slade says, getting up. “But we’ll be relocating by the end of the week.”

Dick doesn’t know what to say, just stays rooted to the couch, hugging Damian a little tighter. Slade sees it and lets out a huff of a laugh.

“Don’t worry,” he says, “I’ll pick somewhere with good schools for the kid.”

Dick’s mind is moving like molasses as Slade walks behind the couch, grips his shoulder, and leans close enough to whisper in Dick’s ear, “Welcome back, Renegade.”

Dick waits until he hears Slade move into the kitchen to bring Damian and their stuff up to his old room. It still looks the same, not that it had many personal touches to begin with. A couple trinkets. Some souvenirs from jobs. A picture he and Slade had taken together, posing as tourists while they scoped out a target. If you squint, they almost look like a family.

Dick tucks Damian into bed, making sure he has the stuffed elephant he insisted he needed so he and Dick could match. It had been $30 - completely outrageous for a stuffed doll, in Dick’s humble opinion - but the way Damian’s face looked so excited at the prospect of having a similar kind of toy to the one he knew Dick had made him instantly cave. Dick had to beg off the cooks at the bar for a few free to-go boxes for a few days afterwards, but it had been worth it.

Dick shuts off the light, leaving the curtains drawn enough for the light from the moon to shine in just in case Damian woke up before morning, then collapsed into the bed next to him. He wrapped his arm around Damian, wanting to keep him safe, to let him know Dick was right there if he needed anything.

And Dick went to sleep trying not to feel like he just sold his soul. It will be worth it. It has to be worth it.

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Oh oof I slipped and hit them with dark and serious beam. 😣

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.09

You asked me for a favor. I did it.

[astyr-art]

finally finished this lmao. figuring out how i wanna draw the bats! im pretty happy with how everyone turned out, but ofc my designs for them might change w/ changing headcanons n stuff. i might make a second version of this w/ all their masks/capes/etc, but i wanted to show their faces+body types clearly

honestly for most of their ages i mostly just checked more how old they were relative to each other and just picked what felt right. similar w/ heights, i checked what was canon but also factored in my own headcanons

[tea-cat-arts]

Tbhx omegaverse headcanons part 2: featuring E-Soul arc characters (master list for this au)

Yang Cheng

Starts as a beta, transitions into being an alpha as his trust rank increases

Has a hard time understanding scents due to suffering from prolonged scent deprivation starting at a young age. He basically had no “safe scents” around him at the orphanage, so he never really had the opportunity to learn the nuances of scents. Most smells are kinda just “a lot” to him. His sense of smell dulled naturally as he fully developed into being a beta, and he was able pavlov himself into viewing certain perfumes and incense as “safe smells,” which helped ease some of his anxiety. 

I'm not saying he owns “essence of E-Soul” musk, but-

As a beta, he smelled like petrichor. As an alpha, pine and sage got thrown in there too. His scent tends to have undertones of engine oil when he’s stressed 

Post becoming an alpha, his sense of smell got way stronger and the whole “smells are a lot” thing came back in full force

Bro is still adjusting

Alpha urges are new and he's not sure what's normal or not, so he tries to ignore them all together to avoid overstepping others boundaries. This doesn't really work, and his urges tend to build up and then show all at one. Like, he'll spend weeks pretending that their hero base is just an office space and he's totally cool with anyone entering and then snap, scent mark the whole place, throw his pack inside, and try and attack anyone else who enters. He'll avoid scenting his pack to avoid seeming too possessive and then when they ask him too (read: throw him in the nest and demand he scents them), he does a bit too much and gets them scent drunk. Constantly worried that his pack isn't eating enough and will push give them his food (to which they yell at him for not eating enough)

He's out here agonizing over how he's a “possessive, terrible person” for even considering biting Shang Chao and Xia Qing, and how “it'd be humiliating for them- They're independent omegas and the mark of an alpha (especially one like him) would only weigh them down.” Meanwhile, they both sitting on his lap and presenting their necks.

The territorialism and paranoia issues gets so much worse after the shooting attempt + increased security (meaning more non-pack members in his home). 

He suffers a feral episode after Mr. Rock is exposed. He throws his partners and Pomelo into the nest/ hero base, won't let them leave, and attacks anyone who tries to approach. Xia Qing and Shang Chao take turns distracting him while the other runs to the door to grab whatever groceries they ordered. All the pack members know that Yang Cheng isn't a threat to them, but he's not eating or sleeping and they're worried he's gonna pick a fight with someone and hurt himself. Og E Soul is eventually called in and calms him down

Xia Qing

Omega, but often gets mistaken for a beta because of her weaker scent and her general lack of obvious omega instincts (has a kinda bare bones nest, physical contact is kinda just whatever to her when it comes to most people, understands others scents but is fully capable of just ignoring them, alpha commands don’t really do anything to her)

Her softer scent makes it a bit harder for others to pick up on her emotions, but it's also really good for soothing others anxiety (since it's not overwhelming) 

Stressed enough from the combo of college, raising her brother, and trying to stop Yang Cheng from doing something stupid that she didn’t exactly have to take strong suppressants for her heats to stop

Smells like lavender, peppermint, and sage

While she doesn’t exactly make an effort to hide the fact that she’s an omega, it's not something she actively advertises. She doesn’t exactly fit the “omegas are submissive and agreeable” stereotype, so it's easier for her if people just don’t know she is one (helps her avoid both getting shit for “not being a proper omega” and attention from people who’d use scent intimidation to pressure her into being a proper omega). Honestly, if the trust system transitioned her into being a beta, she wouldn’t even be bothered

Her only potentially obvious omega traits are her mom friend instincts and tendency to throw people she’s close to into her nest (and if it weren’t for her scent being in the nest, even that could get mistaken for alpha territorialism) 

Shang Chao 

Omega with a high enough standing that people want him just for the status symbol. His family, unique effects of his scent, and generally agreeable personality make people see him as an almost perfect omega (the fact that he’s a male omega and therefore, infertile, is a drawback for some and a plus for others)

Smells like pine, peppermint, and honeysuckle 

His scent has a strong and immediate calming effect, and it makes most alphas around him kinda just instinctively want to please him. It’s great for doing business but it makes forming genuine friendships a little difficult. He’s on pleasant terms with most people, but he generally doesn’t know if that's because they genuinely like him or if its just cuz of hormones and status

The downside is that he can’t take any suppressants or it’ll lose it’s full affect

Appreciates Yang Cheng and Xia Qing’s lack of understanding and/or sensitivity to smell since it means he knows they like him for who he is

Because of all the scent marking, he kinda just assumed he, Yang Cheng, and Xia Qing were all dating. Straight up didn’t realize they never actually had a discussion about it until Xia Qing reminds him during Yang Cheng’s post shooting feral episode. 

Speaking of the shooting- he lives in this au cuz he didn't recognize the smell on the other side of the door and kept it closed 

Pomelo

Hasn’t presented yet (too young).

He kinda just smells like his sister’s lavender (and after moving into the hero base, pine and sage get thrown in the mix)

Fucking hates Uncle Rock's smell

Part of the 3-Soul’s family pack. They just kinda register him as their kid. 

OG E Soul

Alpha

Respected as an old school, upstanding alpha back in the day, but the fact that he hasn’t taken a mate (to the public’s knowledge at least) left some people to question if he was actually a beta 

Smells like petrichor, redwood, and engine oil

Uncle Rock getting exposed was the last straw that makes him just quit MG 

He tries to email Yang Cheng just to set up a time to talk things over, but instead of reaching him, Xia Qing responds and asks him to help Yang Cheng get out of his feral episode

He may have basically had to hold Yang Cheng (who was too tired to really put up a good fight) down while Xia Qing and Shang Chao scented Yang Cheng till his brain was back

He also may have had to babysit Pomelo for a couple days while Xia Qing and Shang Chao finished calming Yang Cheng down

Becomes an unofficial pack member and mentor figure. He’s aware of the later part, but not the former part, and he is both confused and delighted that he keeps getting invited to family dinners. 

He and Yang Cheng aren’t a hero team, but they work together sometimes and Yang Cheng will kinda default to E-Soul’s command when they do. The Batman to Yang Cheng’s Nightwing if you will (idk, I don’t read DC comics).

Uncle Rock

Alpha, but disguises himself a beta

Gets exposed in this au but he's rich so he gets away with it. A lot of heroes leave his company afterwards 

I’ll probably elaborate on him later (like, after Dragon Boy and Ghostblade’s arcs if we get more info there)

[mxrizza]

bet you can’t guess what books I just read

[twoastricts]

Decided to adopt the head canon that Wyrms like to hoard trinkets. I have many thoughts and ideas about it, and reasons for adopting it.

Each wyrm, and being with the mind of a wyrm, (I.E. just the vessels and Hornet) enjoy hoarding one specific trinket. A holdover instinct from the days when they didn't have minds, as wyrms are true omnivores, able to eat anything, so instead of hunting instincts they had hoarding instincts.

Each wyrm's hoard was heavily guarded. They would never let anyone take from it without their permission, and were known for hiding them in little nooks and crannies.

Wyrms liked to encourage this instinct, especially in their kits. If a wyrm didn't collect and add to their hoard, it might be a sign of depression, anxiety, unhealthily high stress levels, low self esteem and hole slu of other mental health issues, sometimes also being signs of physical sickness.

While most wyrm instincts get covered up by their minds, different minds let through different instincts. Some wyrms struggle with borrowing instincts, other struggle with instincts revolving around mating and breeding. Wyrm with a capital W struggles with nesting instincts. That being said, the hoarding instinct is the only instinct, besides the instincts revolving around how their tails show their emotions, that every wyrm seems to have no matter what. There is a hereditary syndrome in which the instinct seems to not be there, but that doesn't stop wyrms with it from hoarding, as hoarding had become a part of wyrm culture, but they did struggle with figuring out what they wanted to hoard since it didn't come to them naturally. Sometimes the object that a wyrm hoarded would change, normally after some sort of trauma but it sometimes just happened. The literature of wyrm society nearly always mentioned what the protagonist hoarded, and having that change by the end of the story was a common trope. That being said, any time a wyrm that had this instinct tried to suppress the instinct, it rarely worked, unless it was supposed since kithood, then it might be hard to reobtain said instinct.

[catocappuccino]

U zee being cool and allat... like she always is

+ two random doodles

[reksink]

How Art Thou Fallen, Child of Endless Starlight

Another Comm From Other Realms 💚 (Click for better quailty)

[edenfire]

💦🌊 "let the wind lead" 🌊💦

oops I accidentally fell head over heels for dahlia😳💘💘 so naturally, i had to squeeze him in and include him in my genshin kitty series🥰💗🌸

he's such a cutie and I love his interactions with venti💞💞 two of my favs together🥺💗🌸

[knockknockitsnickels]

ML Characters as Minecraft Blocks

Let's fuckin go

Marinette: Cobblestone (in tribute to the cobblestone tools you keep using because you "don't want to run out of iron" even though mining with a cobblestone pickaxe is a pain in the ass)

Adrien: Wood planks (specifically the kind you forget to bring with you into the mine until you've got no torches, no tools, and no way to rebuild either of them)

Master Fu: The humble dirt block that you used to reach a high place and then forgot about

Alya: Crafting table (she helps to move the story along. In this season you also forgot to bring her into the mine)

Nino: Jukebox (He likes music, and I just like what he brings to the atmosphere)

Gabriel: Sculk shrieker (he makes bad things happen)

Chloe: Sculk sensor (she enables bad things to happen)

Kagami: Redstone (it takes a while to learn how she works but she's very cool)

Luka: Copper (he keeps getting new features but you can't make a pickaxe out of him)

Felix: Crimson planks (Huge crimson fungus trunks can be either thick or thin: thick trunks grow up in a 3×3-plus shape, with stray stems sometimes in the corners, while thin trunks grow straight up as a 1×1 column. To determine the size of huge crimson fungi, a random integer is chosen between 4 and 13 [inclusive]. There is then a 1⁄12 chance of that integer)

Lila: Infested stone (full of silverfish)

[sysig]

Smooth cover (Patreon)

Bonus alt:

[kittykalliarts]

Manifesting 5-star Mortefi when we get to the New Federation 😤

Imma ramble my nonsense in the tags because lord help me

[novemberhope]

Then they both stepped back and stared at one another. Finally Hope stared at her hands and Lex looked at the opposite corner of the room. Both of them were quiet. „That wasn't a good idea“, Lex finally managed to say. „Why?“ Hope wanted to know without looking up. „Because it changed your mind? What's wrong with you, Lex? You never think much about anything. Why start now?“ „Because it's you!“ he shouted at her.

[loderlied]

honestly maybe considering making oleander ven and niles just original fiction characters? or finding a mind closet to shove them into while i find different settings for them…