#c. c. catch

[abyssyby]

Random thought, but what's the least favorite foods for Lucian and Kyros. Cuz mine was kiwis and figs.

And I'm pretty all of us had that phase where we hated a food enough to fling it across the room 😂 i'm so curious what the little twins would do if they were served something they didn't like eat but mama and papa made them eat it (parents: but its good for you!! Little twins: 🤢)

hehe i love this question! the twins are very polite and persuadable on normal circumstances, but they do have those foods that they just cannot stand ><

lucian inhales almost anything. the schmeeties (sweeties), the healthies, the snacks, the leftovers off kyros's plate, anything you're eating, anything papa is eating— he kinda wanders over to you and opens his mouth Ö just waiting for you to break off a piece and let him taste. most of the time, he really does enjoy the snacks you give him and he just doesn't leave you alone with the expectant Ö (like kirby huhu). but one thing makes him clamp his little mouth shut, bear down and ignore you when you try to feed it to him— tomatoes.

you tried once, when he was younger. his face scrunched up into a displeased grimace, his tongue trying his hardest to understand the tang, the popping sensation, the gooey aftermath but with remnants of skin?— none of it makes sense. he spits it out little by little like he'd been confused about how it ended up in his mouth in the first place.

you give him a pass when he's younger, but when he's a little older, you'd hoped his tastebuds have changed just that little bit. you slip it into a meal.

"ew..." he does that thing again, the little spits of confusion into a paper towel. "no like dis one." "it's good for you, cian." sylus urges, showing him he's eating the red abomination of a fruit too. and so lucian hands him his soiled paper towel. "here you go, papa. s'good for you."

kyros is a picky little angel. he likes the soft foods, mashy tatoes (mashed potatoes), squash soups, applesauce (but apple juice on top forever), mac and cheese. something he doesn't really appreciate eating are the harder to chew foods, the ones that take just that little bit more to masticate that at the end it is just tasteless mulch in his mouth— the hard bread papa likes with his cheese and wine hmph.

he'd try it overseas, on a little vacation where you and sylus took them along to enjoy the sun and some beaches. on a particular evening in one of Sylus's many properties you've been staying at he wanders over you and papa having a late nightcap. just wine, cheese and bread over stories and some quality time once the boys had fallen asleep.

but kyros is up and he's hungry. so he goes out onto the balcony where he hears your voice, climbs sylus's lap and idles on his chest, waiting for his turn to be spoken to (sylus was in the middle of telling you a story). mid-wait, his stomach grumbles. sylus mindlessly breaks off a piece of his baguette and places it in kyros's hands.

sylus takes a little while to finish his story, but by then your attention is already on your son, gnawing angrily at the snack he'd been handed ages ago.

"can't do it!" he cries, chewing helplessly. clutching not even half of what was given to him. it might still be his first bite. "papa, help! help!" sylus's apologies were sanded with chuckles as he allows kyros to spit out the mulch in a napkin on his hand. he massages his jaw silently as you resume your conversation. in the end, kyros settles for the soft cheese and popping grapes.

the next time he's offered any kind of hard looking bread, he's already rubbing his cheeks and shaking his head... good thing lucian's good with leftovers.

[karpachev]

I love my emo husby sm

[hinamie]

theyre soft your honour

[babyblankyerror]

Thinking about Fidds wife being a psychologist and she talks to him about how sad she is that one of her patients, that needed quite a lot of help and others kept mistreating him at the facility, ran away.

Fidds and her go visit Ford and she freaks because he looks exactly like her patient??? But like??? Put togetherish??

If you want Stan to already be there and it's not a search for stan thing: Stan pops out, sees her and now they're both freaking out. He immediately runs away because that's a mind doctor which is bad.

[nevermeyers]

“When it's your time to go, make sure you're surrounded by others”

[sacchiri]

So @lesmismignon wrote a delightfully quirky Hellsing-in-One Piece-universe oneshot that I thought would be really fun to draw (I was right).

What a lovely crew they would make :')

[kosmicprlz]

hey joongdok nation, i did the orv redraw

[notmoreflippingelves]

Actually going insane over the implications of Jason asking Dick to be the Robin to his Batman in Battle for the Cowl.

Like I initially took it at the purely surface-level of Jason wanting a partner in the general sense. Which made sense, it's a huge responsibility and a lonely one so an assistant/sidekick/partner seems a no-brainer if you can get one.

But then I really thought about it, because Jason is not asking Dick to be his partner in the general sense; he's not even asking Dick to be his Nightwing. He's asking Dick to be his Robin.

And they both know exactly what Jason means: "Be the light to my darkness. Be the smile to my scowl. Be the hope to my fear. "

He's saying "Be 'Robin'; be the embodiment of Love and Justice and Goodness. Be the exceptional person that you have always been. Be the slightly-less exceptional person that I was when I wore your colors. Be the person that I was in the process of becoming and might have been (or might still be), if only Joker hadn't clipped my wings."

He's saying "I am prepared to become vengeance, become the Night. And I will go further than Bruce ever dared to, because it is what is needed. I will be the necessary evil. But you don't have to be. If Batman is Gotham's curse, Robin has always been its blessing. I will be the brutal punishment to our world, and I am asking you to be its incandescent gift."

He's saying, "Be for me, what we were for Him. Be my anchor, my comfort, my hope. Remind me what it's all for, why it's all worth it. And remind yourself as well."

He's saying "Be 'Robin' again--for both of our sakes."

[extreme-dyke-syndrome]

One thing about me is that I will Publicly Have A Mobility Aid.

I will decorate my cane with lots of visible stickers

I will stop using it for a second so I can send a text

I will switch sides while using it if I need to

I will take steps without it

I will pull it out of my bag and start using it when I wasn't a second ago

Maybe that will change as I use it more and potentially face more backlash, but right now, it didn't even come to mind that I "should" have any shame about it. People thinking I don't need it won't make my joints hurt less, so fuck em.

[mioakem]

oh ctommy u deserved to live in a world where ur abuser was dead with no chance of coming back

[thesweetnessofspring]

Katniss actually said that if not for the existence of the Games and Panem's shitty state in general, that she, at 17 years old, could possibly be married and pregnant. Full-on teen mothering it with her dandelion in the spring if Panem could chill out for a sec and stop killing children. And then she proceeded to fantasize about Peeta and his child safe in the meadow. This thought alone gave her one of three nights of restful sleep without drugs post-Games during the series (the other two being when she was in Peeta's arms).

And yet when the Games did end permanently and Katniss indeed went ahead and married/committed to Peeta and had a family with him at about 30 years old, some people still did a surprise Pikachu face and complained it was out of character.

WHAT MORE DID SHE HAVE TO DO TO FORESHADOW THE ENDING?

[f-misc]

Lee Byung-hun:

"When acting, it felt natural to start paying attention to Gi-hun. It seemed like the obvious thing to do. Because I was also a winner, and so was he. As we both went through that process, I believed it was inevitable that thoughts of hopelessness toward humanity and the world would naturally arise. And I thought such pessimistic views were only natural. Yet, seeing Gi-hun turn around and re-enter to destr​oy this system drew my attention. I found myself naturally keeping an eye on him. But when I joined as a fellow participant, I observed him from the sidelines. And perhaps, even the Frontman might have hoped that, since he's human too, Gi-hun's words would be right. I acted while thinking that maybe, deep down, there was a part of him cheering for Gi-hun."

[l0ser-nicolaz]

i love seeing people fall in love with a fandom ive been in before the pilot/first episode even came out

like im an og guys you dont know shit /pos /aff

[save-the-villainous-cat]

In need of some hurt comfort😭😭.

What about a tired, but stubborn hero and patient, lovely villain that slowly helps them rest? Know it's very cliché I just will always love itt(sorry for bad English)

Have an awesome day!

“Oh God,” the hero whispered. They kneeled on the ground of their kitchenfloor, staring at the white tiles. Their knees hurt, their shins burnt.

All they could do was stare at the broken mug in front of them.

It was getting worse and they could feel it. They were losing their mind, becoming more and more of a restless zombie that wandered around the city.

Now they were seeing shadows, they heard whispers. They forgot things easily and even lashed out more frequently. They could barely tell what kind of person they were anymore.

“Sweetheart…” The villain’s voice was clear and soft. At least the hero still understood that. They turned their head and looked up the villain. “…it’s three in the morning.”

“I…I wanted something. I think I was making coffee…?”

“I think you should be in bed right now,” the villain said. They kept their distance.

“What are you doing here?” the hero asked. Their gaze was glued on the mug again. A birthday gift from their parents.

They were saving people on a daily basis and their parents gave them a mug for their birthday? Weren’t they worth a little more than that? Hadn’t they actually achieved something spectacular in their relatively short life?

“I was actually going to…steal some documents from you. But I heard you and…” They didn’t have to say much more.

In the grand scheme of things, wasn’t the hero just as insignificant as everyone else? But their achievements couldn’t possibly be for nothing.

Or was this a sibling thing? Were their parents trying not to make the hero’s siblings feel left out? But even then, to be fair, the hero had accomplished more, they had been more successful, they had fulfilled their potential.

What more could their parents ask for?

What more could the hero give to them, except for their pure flesh and bone?

“I’m not really sure what you’re doing,” the villain said. “But I’m pretty sure you should be in bed.”

“I wasn’t asking for advice.”

“Consider me concerned.”

“Consider me annoyed.”

“You’re bleeding, do you know that?” the villain asked and when the hero looked down their hands, they could see it too. They had cut themselves on the shards of the mug and the hero had been too concerned with other things to realise it.

When had they become so sloppy?

“Goddammit…” They stood up — making their knees and ankles crack from sitting too long — and cursed quietly as the blood was running down their arms. They went to the sink and turned it on.

“…I’m not really supposed to talk to you when I’m stealing from you but, uh, are you okay?”

“I’m totally fine.” The hero turned off the water but that didn’t really help. The cuts were deep and they needed to stop the bleeding. Lost in their thoughts, they grabbed a dish towel and pressed it against their palms.

Now, the villain took a step forward. Then another. And another.

They grabbed the hero’s hands.

“Sometimes I don’t know what team you’re playing on. That’s a little scary.”

“Excuse me?” the hero asked.

“I can’t always tell if you’re one of the good guys or not,” the villain said. “Just let me be the bad guy to your good guy, okay? That would make it a little easier.”

“Are you asking me to be your nemesis?” the hero asked.

“I guess so. Get some more sleep. Don’t shoot at the good guys. Be a little…nicer?”

“Haven’t I done enough for the city? Haven’t I saved enough people already?” the hero asked. Suddenly, their anger boiled up again but their hands burnt enough to focus on that instead of that giant dark hole in their stomach.

“Isn’t that the thing about heroism? This doesn’t end. And you can’t ask for anything in return.”

“That’s how this works, huh?” The hero’s chuckle was empty. “I thought I’d be feeling more fulfilled.”

“I’m not really an expert when it comes to this but I know from experience that people turn into wild animals when they haven’t had enough sleep or enough food. You’re not thinking clearly.” Their hand landed on the hero’s forearm and slowly, they pulled them towards the bedroom.

“You’re pretty nice for a villain.” The villain took the bandages from the nightstand (the hero usually came in through the window, bandaged their wounds and passed out immediately on bad days) and started wrapping them around the hero’s palms.

“Say that again when I kick your ass on Monday.”

“We have a schedule now? Really?” The hero rolled with their eyes. Somehow, these nasty voices and shadows weren’t as bad as before. They didn’t feel the urge to be violent to get rid of them.

“Yes, I’m your nemesis,” the villain said. “And believe me, I’ll find out what’s going on with you.”

Wasn’t that going to be fun?

[artharakka]

🌙 X Healer 🌿

[thefreelanceangel]

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