#how u doing bb

[soft-girl-musings]

Hiiiiiii Jhonsi <3

CHRISSYYYYYY HI BABY

[silicated]

childhood moments

[cherrirui-official]

"You know... You didn't have to take that with you."

"But I promised him I'd take him out to see the ocean one day."

[haunted-xander]

GIVE ME MY BODY BACK

[catgrandpa]

I started this post with the intention of asking for fic recs where Bruce gets his kids early, but then I ended up just writing some ficlets

_(:3 」∠)_

I still really just want recs I swear but I wrote these anyway and am incapable of doing more with them so here

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Dick Grayson is 8 years old when he watches his parents die. Bruce is 24 years old when he sees a young boy’s life fall to pieces. He’s far too young to be a single father. But he sees too much of himself in the child, and he knows in his heart that he won’t be able to walk away from him.

He talks to Alfred about his fears of only furthering Dick’s trauma by failing him as a guardian. It takes some time, but Alfred is able to convince Bruce to find a therapist and take some discreet parenting classes. He’s still Batman, and I don’t think he’s capable of Gentle Parenting™ but he does do better. Plus, Dick is young enough to learn to read Bruce before the teenage hormones kick in so they manage to communicate much more effectively with each other.

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Bruce meets Catherine Todd by chance because there was a cool park Dick wanted to stop at. She’s trying to deal with her hungry and fussy 3 year old step son, but she’s young and stressed out and hungry herself and she just doesn’t know what to do. Bruce offers to take them out for lunch. He asks Dick to take Jason to the play area in the corner while they talk.

She breaks down and tells him of her struggles with addiction. She does her best to keep Jason fed, but it’s so hard. Feeding him means she goes hungry most of the time because she can’t quit using. Jason wouldn’t survive if she had to go through withdrawals with him.

He’s not even her kid! Not really. Her husband is just an abusive deadbeat so she doesn’t have a choice. She does love him, but she never wanted kids, and she can’t just let a child die when she can do something.

Bruce fills their fridge and cabinets to the brim (he offers to do much more for them but that’s all she will budge on. She has too much pride to accept outright charity, but she will do what she can to keep her kid safe) and he makes it clear to her that he is willing to take care of Jason for however long is necessary when she decides to take the first step to get clean.

Two months later, Willis gets arrested and Catherine shows up at Wayne Manor and tells Bruce she signed up for inpatient, but she thinks it would be best for Jason and for herself if Bruce would be willing to take permanent custody. She stays in Jason’s life, just not as a mother figure.

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A year or so later, Bruce gifts Alfred with a vacation as an early birthday present. Things have been hectic with the sudden acquisition of two sons, and Alfred has done so much, he deserves a break. Bruce promises he’ll be able to handle two kids on his own.

Turns out, he was mostly right, but only just barely. The kids are fine, the manor not so much. He ends up hiring a few services to help out with general housekeeping. A couple of those workers also happen to be regular hires for the Drakes.

Bruce overhears them talking about how sad it is that those awful people treat their toddler more like a doll than a child. He learns that not only do they leave for long periods at a time while not hiring a proper nanny to watch over their son, just expecting the help to take care of him, but they also lock him away on his own whenever it’s ’not fashionable’ to have a 2 year old around.

Alfred comes back to the manor on August 15th, just in time to celebrate his and Master Jason’s birthdays together. He opens the door and dodged around a very excited 4 year old jumping up and down in the entry hall.

“ALFIE! ALFIE! BOOSE GOT ME A BABY BWOTHER FOR MY BIRFDAY! LOOK! LOOK! HIMS NAME IS TIMMY AND HE’S THE BESTEST!”

Alfred leans over to peak behind the boy, and sees a very quiet, very small child standing behind him.

“Oh, dear.”

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The day Bruce got the call from Talia telling him she was pregnant with his child was one of the best days of Bruce’s life. The day she called to tell him she miscarried was one of the worst.

The only blessing was that he didn’t need to explain it to his kids. Talia was going to move in once she was in her second trimester, and they planned to reveal her pregnancy together.

He got the call two weeks before her flight out. He begged her to come anyway, he loved her, they could still be a family. She refused.

Six and a half months later, he walks into his bedroom to find Talia standing by the window with a squirming bundle in her arms. With equal measures steel and sorrow in her eyes she tells Bruce she is sorry for what she put him through, but it was the only way to keep their son safe. He gathers them both in his arms and holds them tight as she explains.

Her father had planned to raise an heir to be the Demon Head. He would be kept a secret from Batman until the very end. But when Talia gave the final push to birth their son, he came out quiet. She panicked for a moment until her midwife quietly leaned down to listen to the baby’s breathing and then looked up with a soft smile, she bundled up the small thing and handed Talia her baby. Big beautiful green eyes blinked up at her. The midwife leaned closer to Talia and whispered, “Sadly, your son was stillborn. I’m deeply sorry for your loss, but surely The Great Head of the Demon would be willing to allow you some time away from your duties while you recover.” Talia allowed the woman to cover her beautiful cooing baby gently with soft linen and silk and carry him from the room. Later that night she left her home with her son and boarded the first flight to Gotham.

Tears gather on Bruce’s lashes and he tells her everything will be alright because now they can finally be together as a family. Once more, she refuses. She tells him Damian and his boys are far too precious for her to bring the danger of the league of assassins to their door. Bruce closes his eyes in sorrow, but nods his acceptance. He asks her to at least stay the night together. They fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms with their baby boy safely bundled between them. Talia is gone when he wakes.

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It’s been one week since Talia left and, while still beyond upset, Bruce feels like he’s starting to have a decent handle on things. He is sitting with his boys at the breakfast table, Dick and Jason to his left, Tim to his right, Damian in his arms, and Alfred across from him. They’re finally able to have a relaxing breakfast. No babies crying, no food fights, no arguing, just the sounds of eating and gentle chatter.

He feels a small hand grab his right sleeve and give a gentle tug.

“Boo?” Tim asks, quietly. Bruce feels his heart warm at his son finally feeling like he can speak up without permission.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Why isn’t Big Sister sitting with us?”

Alfred is the only person in the room other than Tim to not startle at the sudden appearance of a 5 year old girl standing next to Bruce at the dining table. He simply sighs, stands up, and grabs another place setting for her at the table.

[sappho-rose]

ryusae <3

[leviisms]

4. the suspension on itadori yuji's death sentence is hereby revoked, and his execution shall be carried out promptly.

5. special-grade sorcerer okkotsu yuta shall be appointed as itadori yuji's executioner.

[sturnioloho]

the okay is doing things to me

[atopvisenyashill]

not people calling george unprofessional for his post my god will u bitches never stop dickriding for this corporation is the man who created these characters not allowed to have an opinion on the way they’re adapting his work. they’re HIS characters!

[craacked-splatters]

@imagionationstation ur killing me with ur separated au btw

This au man🥺 I can't help but think of lil baby Dee alone and scared in the claws of Kraang. Crying in some creepy ass lab, teeny tiny hands wiping away his tears and blood bcuz no one else will. Memories of a family of warmth and home buried and replaced with cold metal limbs and an alien race who could not care any less about him besides experimentation. Like wtf

Anyways u an read this lovely fic right here! It may be scrapped but it doesn't stop my brain from welcoming it into its residence.

Bonus doodads bcuz I'm indecisive!!

References✨

also why he look like that

[diveintoturmoil]

thanks for tagging me @wikipedianna ☃️☃️

Tumblr game: Put your 4 favorite characters from 4 different pieces of media and let your Tumblr pals decide who fits your vibe, then tag four people.

@crimsonwc @hjkiuwb @clockworkvampyre @cyberroses if you want to 💚

[inkykeiji]

I would commit a violent murder just to read the keigo-nii series. omg.

EEEEE EHEHEHE he will be here one day i pinky promise you!!!

but until then, how about a lil sneak peek??? (*ﾉωﾉ)ᵉᵉᵏ

This isn’t a regular occurrence. Keigo’s job is demanding, sure, but he rarely returns home angry, or upset, footsteps usually dragged, not stomped, to his room. 

He all but rips his bedroom door open, the wall that separates your bedroom from his trembling under the force. It startles you a little, and you frown, leaning off the edge of your bed in an attempt to listen closer. 

Drawers open and close, wood grating against wood as he harshly pulls and pushes; glass and metal clink together, and you can almost visualize him picking through the various cologne bottles on his dresser; the shuffling of fabric undertows his unintelligible mumbles as his movements become more frantic. 

“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” you hear him seethe to himself, bedroom door ripped open again as he treads heavily into the hallway, loud voice ringing clear throughout the small house as he calls out. 

“Mom! How many times do I have to tell you not to steal my stuff!” 

“What are you talking about?” Tomie’s shrill voice calls back, muddled by the floor. 

“Honestly, this is getting ridiculous,” you hear him mutter to himself. “My fucking smokes? And my Zippo? They’re both missing.”

“I didn’t take any of your shit,” his mother snaps. 

“Oh, bullshit,” he spits to the empty hallway.

The pretty lighter, all gilded chrome and smooth edges, glints accusingly at you, catching in the dim light of your bedroom as your sheets rustle gently. Guilt floods your body, sticky and sludgy in your veins, and you scramble forward on your mattress, snatching the aforementioned items and leaping off your bed. 

“Keigo!” you’re breathing as you yank your ajar door open, your presence surprising him a little as he turns towards you, mouth opening. “It wasn’t her. I’m sorry, I took them.”  

The words whoosh from your mouth in a rush, dainty hands pushing the objects into his own. He fumbles a little from the shock, nearly dropping the lighter and blinking twice at you, face twisted in an odd hybrid between amused and confused. 

“You…What?”

“I just wanted to try them,” you explain with a shrug, already beginning to inch towards your room, slow and steady in your movements, eyes never leaving his. “Sorry,” you apologize again. “There’s a few missing, by the way.” 

“Hey, wait,” a large hand catches your wrist just as you start to turn away, pulling your body back to face his. “You shouldn’t do that, you know.”

“I-I know, I’m sorry. I—It isn’t right to take things without asking. I promise I won’t do it again—”

“No,” Keigo cuts you off with a slight chuckle, an uncharacteristic twinkle in his eyes, lips quirked up into a peculiar little grin. “I’m not talking about that; I don’t care if you go in my room. I meant you shouldn’t smoke. It isn’t good for you,” His voice is soothing—consoling, almost, like the most benevolent reprimand—and his head tilts to the side, watching you closely. “Why did you want to try it?”

Stunned, you stare at him for a moment, eyebrows crinkling as your bottom lip juts out.

“Well, I mean—Because you do it, and you always look so cool,” heat seeps into your cheeks, sharp and prickly, and you resist the urge to turn away, his grip on your wrist tightening—a subtle warning. “And I just, I dunno, I wanted to give it a try, I guess.” 

“Do as I say, not as I do,” he tells you sagely, but that weird little grin is still present on his lips, corners of his mouth twitching, as if it would like to grow into a full blown smile. “Did you like it?” 

Nose wrinkling reflexively, you shake your head.

“Not really,” you admit in a mumble, causing Keigo to laugh again, the sound fuller this time, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he stares at you. He looks almost fond as he observes your reactions—eyes lidded and lips loose, almost as if he finds it all so naively, stupidly cute—and it makes you feel exposed, shrinking a little under his intense attention.

“See?” he says tenderly, as if this all proves his point entirely, his thumb caressing the silken skin of your inner wrist. “Absolutely not for you. Nii-san knows best, right?” He pauses, waiting for you to agree with him, before continuing in that same soporific lilt. “Don’t do it again, okay?” 

Your head is nodding before you tell it to, an instinctual and automatic reaction to his gentle demand, a shy response tumbling from your lips. “Okay, Keigo-nii.” 

It still feels strange to call him that, the honorific awkward and foreign on your tongue—you’ve only known him for a few months total, and it always feels weird, wrong, to call him by such a special name—but you don’t miss the way his eyes darken at the drop of the term, that sweet twinkle turned to a stark glint; don’t miss the way his smile morphs from soft to sharp, corners curling up in a way that’s almost unnatural. 

“Good,” he praises quietly, finally releasing your wrist from his grasp. “Go to bed soon, yeah? It’s late, and you have class tomorrow.”  

[corrodedcoughin]

It’s one of the first nights that Steve sleeps over at Eddie’s that isn’t a result of rushed handjobs in the dark. Steve is lying in Eddie’s bed, and when his boyfriend finally joins him he notices that Eddie is still wearing his rings. Steve doesn’t say anything but thinks that it can’t be comfortable. He’s tired down to his bones though so he just leaves it and moves in close to Eddie, arm slung around his waist and passes out.

The next time Steve it’s a casual night at Eddie’s Steve notices the other boy’s hands again. This time there aren’t any rings but his knuckles are red raw and swollen. Steve wants to say something but can see from the black and blue thumbprints under Eddie’s eyes that now is not the time.

The third time Steve notices Eddie’s hands, when he’s got some rings left on and some knuckles looking like they been shut in a car door, he cracks and grabs Eddie’s hands. Steve sits with them cradled in his lap on the bed, inspecting each digit and joint with curiosity.

Eventually Eddie volunteers in a quiet voice ‘sometimes they can be a bitch to get off man. I don’t know, when I want them off I want them off. Immediately. y’know? Just feels like I’ve got too many things touching me at the end of the day and just want to rip everything off. So I do? Sorry man, didn’t think about how annoying it would be to sleep with’

Steve takes Eddie’s hands back into his lap and looks at this hands again. He slowly coaxed Eddie’s rings off, kissing each knuckle as he goes, trying to soothe the red and sore skin. To begin with Eddie’s eyes are glued to Steve’s every movement but by the end his eyes are closed and he’s humming like a cat being petted. When the last ring is off Steve kisses Eddie’s palms and pulls his down to sleep, both of them harbouring ‘I love yous’ in the bottom of their hearts.

The ring removal becomes part of their bedtime routine. Eddie’s knuckles haven’t been sore in months.

[fatuismooches]

*kicks door open*

Saw that Dottore post talking in a different language in the middle of class. It will NOT stop me for brain rotting.

God he'd say everything and anything he wants to tell you in the language that attracts you the most and he'd laugh affectionately when you glate at him with a red face. He'd be SO teasing about it, calling you pet names you don't know the meaning of but he says it so sweet and tender that it makes ur heart beat so fast,, you'd see him leaving notes to you with lines of what it seems to be a poem and you dont understand at all, and the segments do it to you as well like!!! CMON 😭😭

They refuse to help you study the language bc it's not a collective thing they do and they all use so many different languages it makes ur head spin

IM IN SHAMBLES MOOCHES... THAT ANON GOT ME ON A FRENZY OF IDEAS IM CRYING GFAHGHGDHGRSAAGGHHHH

But imagine making ur own language just to level with dottore???? After learning it and developing it n becoming fluent, you burned all ur notes and documents of your own language and u watch him and the segments fume when you talk to him in a language he has never heard of

(Now imagine talking to a fellow harbinger with the said language, teaching them to further egg on him 🤭🤭🤭)

HCHKCHDOEHFOSIW this is kaiser and it's time for me to EXPLODE 💥💥💥

AHHUDWDWD THIS IS SO SO CUTE. IM BRAINROTTING SOOO HARD BEFORE CLASS UGHHH I LOVE THESE IDEAS😭😭❤️ He would be SO relentless with teasing you, you would literally have to BEG him to return to speaking in your native language because he is a monster ugh 😒😤 You would have no idea what he's saying no matter how much you try and plead for him to tell you... you eventually hear certain words so many times you just associate them with a pet name that you still have no clue as to what it is. You HATE how much he has you wrapped around his finger and blushing but you also love it because who doesn't love when the Doctor is so outwardly affectionate to you 😔❤️ tHE POEMS BRO. THE POEMS. I think he's also very bad at written affection but since it's in another language he has creative freedom 😭 you'll never know the disgusting sappy things he'll write. The clones being in on it is the funniest part lmao you thought they would be on your side 😭😭💔

oh MY GOD THOUGH READER MAKING THEIR OWN LANGUAGE IS MY FAVORITEEE PART!!!! I love when reader tries to one-up Dottore, like, two can play at that game honey, i'm not your lover for no reason 🤭 LMAO i can just imagine reader grinding out their language verbally and written, day and night, just to spite Dottore and make him feel what you feel >:)

The look on their faces would be PRICELESS. Dottore would ask you to repeat what you said and you would, happily, and then walk away as if what you said is everyday language... they would be scrambling to figure out what is going onnnnn 😭 HELP YESSS Pantalone, Bina, and Childe are the best candidates 🤭 He would be so annoyed at seeing you communicate with these three so jollying... ehehe also teaching his child clone the language too, because the baby would never betray you either and would stick his tongue out at the bribing of other clones.

DEEP BREATHES KAI DONT EXPLODE- 😭

[blankieisablankie]

I think I’m having an episode yes it’s the beach episode/ref

[wulfhalls]

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