#randomly thought of this hero

[colorisbyshe]

happy eleven year anniversary to this reply. nicole michelle i hope you’re doing well

[dcxdpdabbles]

The Adoptive Son. Part 4

Dick struts into Crowne Co. main office like he owns the place. He has shaped his civilian persona to be a watered-down version of Brucie Wayne, so he winked at the receptionist and offered a kind smile to the employees wandering around.

The receptionist, a lovely man named Ace, waves him to the elevator without pause, pressing the button and allowing Dick to go to Crowne's office. Danny Crowne's main office was its own floor complete with five corner desks, a joint conference office, three stylish comfortable couches, and lots of open space filled with potted plants.

Only someone with the highest clearance levels was allowed in there. Dick had been made to wait in the lobby by Ace., The first few times, he came to visit Crowne. Thankfully, his presence is so commonplace now that he was allowed in without signing in.

The elevator's door close, blocking out all noise but the soft, classical music Crowne was rather fond up. His fake boyfriend seemed to swing from one music genre to the next with little sense. He could listen to an instrumental waltz, switch to punk rock, fall into the country, and finally go to pop within an hour. Dick can tell what kind of day Crowne is having based on the elevator music he has playing.

Since it's Mozart No. 13, Crowne is likely dealing with a stressful day. Likely trying to clean up a mistake made by an employee.

It was a good thing on the one hand- Crowne would be too overwhelmed to keep a proper eye on him. But it made Dick worry against his will. Crowne tended to work himself into a frenzy and often forgo his well-being if it were not for Tim or Dick telling him to rest.

You don't have time to worry about the trafficker. Dick tells himself as the elevator rises up to the top floor. You have a mission to complete.

He's carrying a take-out order to surprise Crowne with lunch. That's his cover store, at least; if things go according to the schedule they managed to hack into, his fake boyfriend will be called away for a meeting.

Dick will claim that it's fine. He will spend ten minutes reading a book he's left in Crowne's office and "fall asleep".

During that time, Bruce will hake into the cameras in Crowne's office and play a loop of him napping on a couch. In reality, Dick will be going through the office to find any kind of evidence. It's been almost five months since he took on this assignment, and he barely has anything to show. Bruce was becoming impatient.

Thankfully, little Damian kept most of Bruce's attention. The little eight-year-old had been the surprise the three main Justice Leaguers had found at Nanda Parbat. All those years of Dick complaining about Talia al Ghul being evil were true.

She had done something terrible to Bruce without his consent, and Damian al Ghul had been the result.

Then, Talia planned to raise her son as the next heir for her father's league until Bruce convinced her that Damian deserved better. Now Damian was at the manor, slowly unlearning all the terrible habits installed into him from birth.

He had attempted to fight Jason for his second son position, but Bruce had put a stop to it by claiming Jason was a new recruit, and that must have meant something to Damian because the kid backed off.

Now, Damian stuck to Jason's side like a small shadow, watching and learning everything he could. He seemed to adore Jason and looked up to him like the other boy was his idol.

Jason was over the moon about having a baby brother, deciding he wanted to teach Damian proper English- the young child had been learning but struggled a bit- and read him a bedtime story every night.

Dick wished he could claim the same regarding his younger brothers. But sadly, he and Jason did not have the best relationship due to Dick's horrible temper. This, in turn, made little Damian weary of him, keeping a safe distance whenever Dick came over to report on his undercover mission.

The door to the elevator opens, and Dick comes face to face with Crowne, rapidly typing away on his computer with a mantic glint in his eyes. He's got all three desks covered in piles of paperwork and four chalk boars with various colored writing.

Oof, it's worst than he thought.

This looks like it was a level 10 mess. In the five months that he has dated Crowne he's only seen a 10 twice.

Dick clears his throat hoping to break Crowne from his trance. It doesn't work, not that he's surprised. Carefully placing the take-out bags on one of the couches, he struts over and gentle taps one hunched over shoulder.

Crowne eyes swing to him, his entire expression brightens when he realizes who it is. "Hello Darling. I'm sorry I didn't hear you come in"

Dick's heart flutters at the word of endearment. He takes control of the reaction by channeling it into making his eyes soft as he leans down for a kiss. Crowne meets half way, melting against Dick like he's not used to being desired.

It's so adorable that Dick allows the kiss to linger longer than normal. He pulls back, smirking at the red cheeks and a slightly dazed expression on Crowne's face. He never gets tired of putting that particular look on Crowne.

"It's alright, I can see you're busy. My fault for dropping in unannounced, but I was in the neighborhood, and we could have lunch together." Dick tilts his head "If you have time to spare".

Crowne looks very remorseful. "I'm so sorry, darling. I have a meeting about the new cellphone models, and I just found out the model is having issues. The batteries are blowing up while the camera feature is either freezing the whole processor or just breaking down the command. I don't have much time today for lunch"

Dick knows it's part of the plan, but he can't help but be sad they can't spend too much time together. It's done wonders for his undercover job as Crowne nervously plays with a pen, apologizing again for his workload.

He shrugs, offering to wait for Crowne with the prepared excuse. The other man brightens, promising to finish as soon as he can. Dick walks over to grab his book as Crowne returns his attention to his screen, typing even faster.

He's never seen anyone that could type as fast as Crowne, not even Bruce or Babs. The fact Crowne created his working computer from the processor to the modified keyboard meant very little.

Crowne typed on any computer as if he had lessons from birth and not learning alongside the rest of the world when computers started getting more popular. Dick still knows many people who prefer paper and pens to have to press keys.

"You won't be alone for too long," Crowne calls, eyes never leaving his screen as his fingers fly over the slightly curved keyboard "Tim will be here in half a hour. You two can spend time together"

Dick forced a smile "Sounds great"

Just great. Drake's arrival would limit his snooping time. Recently he's noticed the younger boy always seemed to insert himself between Dick and Crowne. Alfred had laughed when he reported this slight mishap claiming that he would get the same complaints from Bruce a few years ago.

Back when Dick would try to scare away Catwoman or Talia.

Dick knows that different. He is trying to stop a legit trafficking ring and doesn't want to have some adult time with Crowne. Bruce should have not been looking for a stepmother for him, especially with those women.

Not when Clark Kent was literally right there. He'll convince the old man of this someday.

"Tim looks up to you. He makes inquiries about you often." Crowne continues. His more formal speech means he is slightly nervous. Dick's lip twitches into a smile as his face turns red; simultaneously, his posture straightens. Another give. "I was wondering if you would like to do an event with him."

"A event?"

Crowne pauses, then in a forced calm voice, he says, "I have a side project that involves some of Gotham's youth. The kind of youth often overlooked."

The warm feeling crumbles in Dick's chest. Quickly he double-taps his recording bracelet. This is it. The first real sign of Crowne's side business. He has finally been let in on it.

Dick is going to be sick.

"I wouldn't mind. This project..what is it?" Dick asks carefully, standing up and sauntering to Crowne. He swings his hips a little too much, but it is just what the other man likes as his eyes finally leave the screen and lock on his strut.

He leans on over the desk, smirking as Crowne fumbles in front of him. He's adorable-

No. He's easy to trick.

He sells kids. Dick needs to remember that. His treacherous heart still speeds up.

Crowne stares at him with a slack jaw, and it strokes Dick's ego fiercely. He waits a few minutes, but when all his fake boyfriend does is gawk, he leans closer. "Darling? The project?"

"Oh! Oh yes, of course," Crowne jerks in place, quickly pulling open a drawer. He presses a button inside the drawer- Dick makes a note to check that later- and a side compartment opens. He pulls out a small black notebook with a green ghost flying around a white D on the front of it.

Dick recognizes the symbol. It's the same one that a few street kids passed to Jason a few weeks ago. Jason had gone in as Robin- the more beloved Robin. Dick hates to admit it, but his brother has a better connection with the people of this city.

The street kids said that if you showed this symbol at secret meetings, then you would get supplies and support at said meetings. The thing was, most of the younger kids did not come back from the meetings.

They weren't taken by force, but after a third or fourth visit, they agreed to go with the men and women passing out the resources. Batman had yet to pin these meetings down since they were using vans and popping up randomly throughout the city. They would tear down and be on the road long before the morning light graced the sky.

Crowne flips through the book landing on a page and pushing it to Dick. "I am opening a gym for youth. I was thinking of advertising it as gymnastics and aquatic sports. I know you've dabbled in them before and was wondering if you would teach a beginners class?"

Dick reads over the page. It's like a mind map of a gym, with ideas and more accurate details circled and connected in a giant web. None of it seems sinister.

None of it seems well organized either, but it's wild and brilliant just like Crowne. Why did this man waste so much talent on crime? Why couldn't he be the perfect partner he was pretending to be?

"Where did you get this notebook?" He hears himself say, eyes tracing the beginner's trapeze and beginners Aerial silks with question marks hungrily. He's never thought about teaching his skill, but being surrounded by eager children looking up at him to learn of his family's legacy...... makes him yearn.

When his fantasy turns to the horde of children calling him dad and then running around Crowne calling the other man father, that desire is pushed to the furthest part of his mind.

He won't give in to them. Maybe he would one day find someone to settle down with. One day the Flying Graysons will grace the skies again. But they will never carry the Crowne name.

"A kid sold it to me," Crowne says with a confused tilt of his head. "I was walking through the street vendors festival, and he had a blanket covered in different notebook designs. He didn't pay for a table, and he was a bit away from the entrance, but he was doing his best. I bought eight of them. You should have seen the way his eyes lit up."

Dang it. Not a confession. Not even anything he could use to tie Crowne to the symbol.

The other man raises a brow "Why do you ask?"

Dick smiles with enough heat he practically undresses. Crowne predictably goes beat red at the sight. "I like the design. Wanted one for myself."

"I...I have the young man's contact information. If you desire it, I could purchase some for you?" Crowne melts, pulling on his collar.

Alright. Maybe the kid will be willing to talk. "That would be lovely. You know what else would be lovely?"

He rounds the desk, his lips pulling into a slutty smile. Placing his hands on each arm rest he leans forward, trapping the other man in his office chair. Crowne swallows. "What?"

"You, me, and a hotel room all to ourselves." Dick's voice turns dark with sinful promise. Crowne lips tremble, but he nods.

"I....I've never been with anyone before" the other man confesses and Dick feels a wicked amout of want. He wants to be the person to show him. To teach him. To make his first time so special and wonderful and-

The elevator doors dig open. Drake hopped in, using clutches, and shouted proudly, "I broke my leg!"

Crowne pushes Dick away, rushing to the boy. "Ancients! What in the world happened!?"

"I got mugged on my way to the library!" The boy says it's the greatest thing to ever happen to him.

"That's not a good thing, Tim!"

"It's okay! Robin and Sparrow saved me! It was so cool!" Drake swoons. "I don't know why they were out so early, but they swooped in and got the man who broke my leg before he could get away. Robin even swung me to the hospital! Sparrow didn't say much besides tsking, but he was cool too!

Dick squishes the small amounts of regret for being Interrupted. He glances at the other two before quickly shoving the black book into his pocket. This may give him more answers. They need to see if they can spot that symbol anywhere in the city.

Damian still needs to be discovered in the media. Bruce had decided to keep him hidden in the manor to build a better introduction. Which means they have the perfect candidate to try to get a in at the meetings.

He must close this case before his rapidly developing feelings get in the way.

Drake spots him over Crowne's shoulders. The excitement on his face dies, as he glares at him. Dick hides a wince. Looks like today will be another, "Stay away from my big brother" day from Drake.

"Thank goodness the vigilantes were near you." Crowne gushes, brushing the hair out of Drake's face. He places a kiss on the bruised forehead.

Drake's voice turns hard. " Yeah...almost like they were following me."

Crude. He'll have to warn Jason and Damian to not follow him for a while. Again, he curses that Drake is far too smart for his own good.

[jakejeffreyperalta]

can't believe percy is going to meet the god of homosexual love and come out as bisexual !!!

[uselessfox]

@great-cats I think I misunderstood the assignment...

[stellarwaffles]

They are AUTISTIC and IN LOVE

I know bc Leo told me. This is definitely true

[zabiume]

if i could, very gently, turn any popular perception in my circles over its head and examine it, it would be the perception that ichigo cares only about protecting his family and friends and not anyone else. i'd say this is true for maybe the first few chapters of the manga, and the evidence people usually give is his quote about how he can't claim to be superman or anything but he'll do as much as he can to protect people, but even then, i think this statement is more of a cop-out on ichigo's part than any indication that he's only dedicated to protecting friends and family. he's afraid of widening the pool because he's afraid he'll fail them. keep the circle small and the task is manageable. rukia rightfully calls him out on the hypocrisy of this very early on, and over the course of the series his aims do evolve to a point where, by TYBW, he's pretty explicit about wanting to save everyone.

i think the reason this comes up a lot is because of how it factors into ichigo's ending in 686. people pro-ichigo's ending cite the importance of family and friends as a reason why it works, but i do think it goes a little too far when people say they're the only people he cares about. especially considering ichigo is notorious for caring about people he met, like, 5 seconds ago (rukia), or caring about them to a point where he hasn't been able to forget the day they met (orihime), or even caring about someone after it turns out that they've been the enemy all along (nel). ichigo feels way too much to be comfortable limiting his goals, even if he did very much start out that way out of fear of failure. however, anti-ichigo ending circles take it too far too, with this notion of unfulfilled heroic ambition. i don't think ichigo wanted to be a hero at all, but being extraordinarily attuned to suffering and grief had been taking a toll on him pre-powers, and having powers was just a way to respond to that. the powers were only a means to an end—the end being that ichigo had to embrace his heart and stop projecting the grief of losing his mother onto the fear of losing everyone else. ichigo at 15 is not the same as ichigo at 18, because ichigo at 18 embraces the fact that he is someone who will help anyone if they come to him or if he himself is a witness to their pain. if ichigo's life is a universe with rings, his friends and family would be in his innermost circle, certainly, but you can bet the most random spirit is on his radar too, even if they're on the farthest, outermost circle.

in light of that, karakura town can best be described as his base of operations, or, specifically, the place where he rests. where he's doing mundane things like reading books or hanging out with his friends. the rest of his universe emerges and expands out from this center. so much of ichigo's soul is split into four, and the part that's human is definitely the one that wants connections and love that will live on well beyond his mortal existence. ichigo will live on though kazui, as any parent lives on through their child, but there's something really poignant about a boy too scared to accept responsibility for strangers growing into a man prepared to raise a child – arguably one of the most daunting responsibilities there is. he cares about everyone, but it's not unreasonable for him to want to sink his roots into the town where his parents met, where he grew up, where he met everyone who would become important to him etc etc

[embarrassinglastwords]

when they’re black haired introverts with trauma from their past and have a golden retriever of a best friend >>

bonus points for random cat story line

[villainsidestep]

cyrus becker hates fate bc it is real and in this essay I will-

[loosesodamarble]

Yo, hru? Congrats on reaching your milestone! Can I have a Dabi (from BNHA) fluff scenario w prompt C2. Their pouty face was so unbearably adorable, (Blank) couldn’t help but swoon a little. , pls?

Yo! I am doing well! I'm sorry that it took a while to write this. The muses are stingy with me at the moment... 😅

But the fic is written now! And I have to say... An unexpectedly fun write for me. And I think some of the lines in this piece might be my favorites that I came up with during this whole follower event. So like, thank you Anon for the request~! 💖

Summary: It's date day for you and Dabi. You walk and talk and Dabi thinks your face is the cutest in the world. Genre: fluff Word count: ~700

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You glanced at your phone at your last message from your boyfriend. There was a time and place for a rendezvous, as well as the line [Look as good as you always do.] Smiling and laughing, you put your device away.

No wonder he was a Villain. What with the way he stole your heart.

“What’s a fine looking citizen like yourself doing near a dingy ol’ alleyway?” A familiarly husky voice asked before an arm hooked around your shoulders. “Looking to be kidnapped?”

“Whoops, not really!” you joked, sliding away from the voice. “Sorry, I only read dark romance! I’m not one for living it!”

You turned and grinned at Dabi. He smiled back from underneath his high collar coat and baseball cap. Reaching out your hand, you walked back over to him. Your hand and his became intertwined and you began to walk side-by-side.

“I’m glad we can meet in person on occasion,” you mused as you eyed some of the new fashions in a store window. You looked back at him. “But why can’t we do it more often? Or just move in together?”

“‘Cause life ain’t fair,” Dabi answered, sighing. “Besides, you shouldn’t be joining the circles I run in.”

You raised a brow at him.

“My record ain’t clean so I think I’d be fine,” you whispered, a little offended that he still treated you like an innocent nobody. “C’mon! Lemme into your club!” Leaning back, you batted your eyes with faux innocence. “Imagine all the IDs and money I could forge for you…”

Despite what you were saying, of the crimes you were willing to commit and for his sake, you spoke with a cute, whiny voice. And your face… Your pouty face was so unbearably adorable, Dabi couldn’t help but swoon a little.

It was like you and Dabi were high school sweethearts and not on the run from the law.

Life was Hell for Dabi. A burning, aching Hell that he threw himself into. But in the midst of the wretched misfortune he called life, he had you.

You were not someone pure. You were no delicate princess or little piece of Heaven for him to protect. Some lovesick poet might’ve called you that. But Dabi wasn’t a poet and he knew better than to treat you that way. Knew better than to call you an angel or to want for Heaven, or whatever salvation that society had to offer.

No. To Dabi, you were a magician. One who created an illusion of normalcy for the two of you. That was all he wanted, all he needed.

If Dabi was to allow himself one weakness, he wanted it to be you.

“Well when you put it like that…” Dabi started, intentionally letting his voice trail off. “No.”

“Dude!” you gasped.

Dabi leaned in and then poked the tip of your nose.

“Get back to me when you manage to kill someone. Then I’ll reconsider.”

“Ugh, you are the most unfairest boyfriend I’ve ever had!” you grumbled. You pouted again, though this time in anger rather than to beg. And Dabi still found it impossibly adorable. “And that’s saying something when one almost ratted me out.”

“You still love me though, don’t you?” Dabi asked as he gave your hand a squeeze.

“Hmph!” You turned your head away, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“C’mon, don’t be shy!”

“I’m not shy! I just don’t love you!”

“And now you’re turning into a liar!” Dabi said in a sing-song tone.

Dabi continued to pester you while you shot down his every attempt to get an “I love you” from your lips. Despite the “argument,” you two never let go of each other’s hands.

The banter only stopped when you approached a crepe stand.

“You only get it if you confess your love for me,” he offered with a grin.

He knew you could never turn down a crepe. Especially when it was on him.

“Extra whipped cream and I love you for all eternity.”

“Deal.”

Of course, Dabi didn’t let you have it all to yourself. His money meant he got the first bite, earning yet another one of your precious pouting faces. Not a bad deal in his mind.

[moodyvoid]

Which ninja turtle do you think the league members are when they play pretend teenage mutant ninja turtles together (which they totally do, it’s true, I saw it.)

[riraro489]

How to befriend a child who you are not acquainted with:

Based on this image

[bat-the-misfit]

assigning each type a random goth song i like bc i can

ESFJ: Billie Was A Vampire - Selofan

ENFJ: Black Cathedral - This Cold Night

ESTJ: Deeper - Rosetta Stone

ENTJ: Happy House - Siouxsie And The Banshees

ISFP: Miles Away - Lifeless Past

INFP: Promised Land - Skeletal Family

ISTP: Sudno - Molchat Doma

INTP: The Foyer - Drab Majesty

ESFP: In The Dark You Die - D.A.R.K

ENFP: Bad Trash - Switchblade Symphony

ESTP: So This Is Silence - And Also The Trees

ENTP: In Darkness You Will Feel Alright - Horror Vacui

ISFJ: Something Inside Me Has Died - Kommunity FK

INFJ: Ice Cave - Lebanon Hanover

ISTJ: A Forest - The Cure

INTJ: Dark Entries - Bauhaus

[hirazuki]

Sarutobi: oh wow where did Naruto learn to control the fox's chakra?

Idfk man cause it certainly wasn't from you

Lol idk, could it be the godfather you never told him he had??

I could go on forever about this, like not only did Hiruzen fuck up Naruto's childhood in terms of neglect, abuse, etc., but to top it all off, it also made him a subject of mockery at school and stunted his growth there because he couldn't learn like everyone else, because he had an entirely separate chakra system inside him that no one told him about or taught him how to control!!! (: (: (:

[noperopesaredope]

My Potential MHA OC is Literally Just From This Meme I Made

(During the Sports Festival Arc)

Todoroki: *Telling Deku all about his tragic backstory*

The IT technician around the corner who just came back here to fix some stuff:

[littledragonkana]

Evermore from Beauty and the Beast is such a KartisLord song

[herrscher-of-the-stars]

Office worker!Rouin, College Professor!Lord and their adopted child Mu