#and it's tiny and damaged

[tanasha-not-yet]

m))) nice)))

i got worse at rendering after not doing it in a while! who could have guessed! for real though his half-finished no-reference shrek-green hands look better than his face because i didn't blend anything. i don't like how much time it takes, i'll be honest - i'll gladly stick to flat colors unless i find a quicker way

his facial structure isn't based off of a real three-dimensional head which is a mistake but your honor im in love with my august sketch i can't reference anything else 🥺

here it iss! my biggest drawing achievement i can't stop talking about, i really like how he turned out here and i try making my greylock look like this every time

so yeah redrawwwwww

[rooniearts]

Hearing impaired Silver vs his biggest idol

Bonuses:

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 271

“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone. 

“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion. 

Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files. 

“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued. 

“Is he coming to the Manor or…” 

Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”

Now wait one moment-

“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!” 

[bluerosefox]

Gray and Graysons

One of the Bats has a secret. Something they never told to the others.

They were so very young but they have memories of a sibling, so small and tiny. They remember the burst of warmth they had in their heart when they held the tiny baby for just a moment.

But they weren’t allowed to keep them, their family couldn’t raise them. Money was tight, just enough for three but not for four, despite their shows always bringing in a crowd it was getting harder and harder for the world to be wowed by them in the new age and their sibling was too small and tiny and needed to be cared in a single place than for them to be on the road. Their lifestyle was not good for his tiny sibling apparently.

They had to watch as their parents gave his sibling away to people in suits, them promising to give his baby brother to a loving family when they find a ‘home’ for him. He watched his parents try to be strong only for his mother to break down once the car left down the road, his father holding her and apologizing, the rest of the circus troupe all silently coming over to give the heartbroken family condolences.

Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson had tears running down his face when he last saw his baby brother.

A brother he got to name before he had to be given away.

Daniel ‘Danny’ Grayson.

-x-x-

Dick never told the others. If anyone dug deep into his past they might find his brother’s birth records maybe, if someone got around to digitizing the paperwork for him but given the fact he was placed in the US childcare systems just a few days after his birth and the fact that Dick was still pretty young they most likely believed he didn’t remember his baby brother now. Not after so many years.

But they were wrong, Dick remembers. And he kept the secret close to his heart and memories.

And the only physical evidence he had was a single picture of him holding his brother, a smile on his tiny face towards their father who had taken the photo of them together. When he had lost his parents, lost most of the things that connected him to them, to his past in the circus that had been his whole life, had been taken from him in Gotham’s ruthless childcare system, he held on tight to the picture in secret. Hid it away from anyone trying to rip it from him, hid it from Bruce when the man took him in days later, hid it from Alfred despite how gentle the butler was towards him. He couldn’t, wouldn’t risk losing his photo at the time, he hadn’t trusted anyone and by the time he did he didn’t have the heart to reveal it.

So yes, the existence of his baby brother Danny was his most guarded and best kept secret.

So that’s why Dick, as Nightwing, nearly died from a heart attack when leaving a Justice League meeting he spotted a familiar face among one of the new engineers working in the Watchtower.

It was like seeing a young version of himself. Only, Dick could see that the young man was more than a copy of him, so much more than a clone. He held many traces of John Grayson but also had a bit more of Mary Grayson than Dick did. Small details that Dick foggely remembers taking note when he had held his baby brother.

“Hey, hurry up with that report Gray!” Shouted the head engineer from down the hall, his hand beckoning the young adult to come over.

“Coming! And boss, I told you Danny is fine!” Danny shouted back before hurriedly leaving a stunned Nightwing.

[ozziyo]

shitposts that will have me thinking about their insane height difference for the next seven years

[amid-fandoms]

this is exactly how they play games too btw

[6blackfilin9]

more Shifu

[gon-and-killuas-mother]

look i'm pretty lenient with how fic authors characterize Bruce but goddammit he would not refer to his attraction to anyone as a crush. idk why but anytime i see him use that word i immediately dip out.

nothing wrong with the word itself, Bruce is just a guy raised by an old fashioned butler and "crush" only refers to the action of crushing something to bits. Bruce sounded like an old posh man even as a teenager. the first time someone in the manor uses "crush" in romantic context, it's Dick talking about Kori or Barbara or Wally or whoever.

Dick might one day be like "Bruce totally has a crush on Superman" and Bruce goes "I don't have crushes. I have infatuations. Like an adult."

"Oh so you're infatuated with Superman."

"Yes-- wait, no, Dick!"

[stinasbaldhead]

song twins had middle school me in a CHOKEHOLD

[lucksea]

i think the crown is the lambs funny little guy and peculiar hypeman

[arrow-gt-ace]

weird dog

[kindaasrikal]

Its funny to think about how Garmadon (specifically movie Garm) is said to like hug himself with his four arms until you realise how sad it is and how lonely he must’ve felt to reach that point. Imagine series Garmadon, freshly having fallen down the portal to the underworld, lonely and cold and missing the enthusiastic and warm hugs of his brother, the sweet and loving hugs of Misako, the gentle and worried hugs of the Fsm, and the tiny and adorable grasps of baby Lloyd whilst stuck in a dark abyss of loneliness.

Surrounded by enemies at every turn. Never having a chance to lower his guard. Always having to be strong, stronger than he ever has been.

Imagine him curled up in a ball in a form he is unfamiliar with hugging himself to feel a glimpse of the warmth he barely had.

Edit: just remembered this but he didn’t have four arms until later but it still counts hush leave me alone i wrote this at night 😭

[sea-arsonist]

Tis 1 AM right now. And I got this...MASSIVE urge to doodle the clan holding babies. So I just......succumbed to my desiresmmm. Doodles are a little crunchy but I hope they're still readable (this is non AU work)

(Don't take this too seriously)

Also if y'all wondering where Kuya is.......he the baby daddy

[8-rae-rae-8]

He's so Little to me that it causes physical pain

[stupidlittlespirit]

Do you think Ford could be somewhat of a moth collector, if so, how dedicated do you think he would be?

I personally like the thought of him giving reader a moth or two as a cute little gift😭😭😭

He does collect moths! Bill talks about it in TBoB, I believe!

Listen, I had an Uncle who actually also did this. He collected butterflies and moths, and he'd put them in these gorgeous display cases he made. He had tons. He actually gave me two from his collection when I was very young, a red admiral and another one that I can't remember. I thought they were super cool. He detailed how he pinned them and it's a very delicate, careful process. It requires a lot of attention. Very cool and not boring at all, fuck you Bill.

I cannot get the idea out of my head of Ford teaching you how to pin them properly. He thinks you ask him to do it just to humour him, not for a special reason or because you care, but you do.

You hide it from him, though. You hide your intentions and then in secret, you take little trips out into the shallow parts of the woods where Ford has told you they congregate, and you search for one that's died of natural causes. It takes a while, and they're hard to find, but you manage it.

And you've listened very carefully to everything Ford has told you about how to handle them. You've looked up tutorials on how to do it and you have one playing as you make your own special little display for Ford. You put extra effort into everything; you buy the best fabric you can, the nicest pins, everything.

You pin it for him in the prettiest mahogany antique frame you can afford to buy and it's a little wonky, it's not the best, but it looks good considering your lack of ability. So you wrap it up in neat tissue paper, and hide it away carefully in your bag.

It isn't until you're both alone in the evening, enjoying each other's quiet company, that you gift it to him. It's not for any real reason, not his birthday or any special occasion, it's just something you want to do for him.

And he's over the moon with it. Like, super over the moon. He doesn't tell you, but he's already got five of the same species that he's caught himself, but he subtly throws them all out so he can put yours in their place instead. He hangs it up in his study so he can look at it all the time, because he's a big softy at heart, and he appreciates the effort so much that he gets a little misty eyed when he shows it to you.