#wally patch

[mostlybritishactors]

Wally Patch

[lilysaus]

Patches Quil T.!

here he is!!! my silly little tailor boy with one hand!! ive been practicing drawing as close to welcome home style for this one, and ive had to practice drawing him too lol

tumblr butchered the quality, but im sure itll be better if you click on it!

feel free to ask me questions about him!!!

edit: forgot this!!!

REBLOGS > LIKES!!!

[eeepybee]

What the fuck do you mean the Bats make holiday updates to their Battle Binders!? That’s incredible. They have festive attack plans!!!

[the-cactus-taco]

Hey @partycoffin! Not sure if you’ll see this, but it felt important enough to ask

TL;Dr everything sucks so I’m starting a cult! Official documentation is still a work in progress, so I can’t share much other than our main tenant is “Do no harm!”

I wanted to make myself something fun so I decided to customize a jean jacket. I ended up messing up one of the front panels with sharpie, only to realize the Wally darling art from one of the makeship plush bags fit perfectly as a patch! So I added it. I realized after the fact that you may not want to have your art/character associated with occult practices.

So I thought I’d ask! Should I keep him on the jacket or should I remove him? 

(Sorry for poor quality pictures)

[koifsssh]

"You mean to tell me they had went to retrieve the goods without proper preparation? I'm almost surprised."

Howdy merely sighs, glancing down at the pile of limbs that were their neighbors.

"That's good then, they shouldn't trust those outside the family so easily. It's a shame though, our arms dealer was a competent one." He opens the jar, and plucked out an eye.

He stared at it for a moment, his smile falling a tad.

"And what of Rainy? Have you retrieved them yet?"

Howdy's silence spoke for him, and Wally frowned ever so slightly.

"When they're put back together, send everyone out."

"Yes Boss."

[ OKAY. if you need context visit here! This post is a following of it! ]

[raenef]

puts the chair infront of the tv to give wally some enrichment so they pop out

[mystic-void]

Picking pumpkins 🎃

[potatochip-oc-dump]

MONTY FINALLY

[amethysia]

They're here!! (Dottie photobomb in the background lol)

Angel Gabby and Zaggy! Holy moly they are way bigger than I was expecting xD (using the Darling brothers and Barn for scale)

They're super cute and very soft! Excited to have them aboard ^^

Angel Gabby and Zaggy are by The East Patch.

Wally and Barnaby are by Clown!

[mouseparker]

osrs ultimate ironman patch for @wallefty

[binx-art]

I want to share some doodles. Wally! My own little guy too, they have autism to autism communication together.

[capricioussun]

Some old wips/a doodle while I continue being very very slow with everything else 👍

[eldritchgardens]

There is something hiding in the Great Pacific Garbage Patch...

"Just as I thought we would lose the fight, I suddenly started to rise without effort. A current from below started to buoy me upwards, and caught a glimpse of a mouth wider than a door lurching up towards me. I became so afraid that my whole body went numb and for a few brief seconds it felt as if I was watching the whole scene from outside my own body. I noted with detached horror that the shark's rubbery mouth had already reached my waist, but to Adam's credit he kept a grip on me and took advantage of the shark's upward momentum to pull me the rest of the way before that grotesque yawning mouth could snap shut around me."

[imheretoreadafic]

There is an absurd amount of juice boxes in the Watchtower.

At first, they thought J'onn was the one purchasing and stashing them. It made sense. They're good for when you have low blood sugar, are dehydrated or lost blood. They're also tasty! And everyone knows how much J'onn likes sugary drinks and snacks.

But when Clark asks J'onn where he buys them, he gives him an odd look and says, "I do not purchase those."

Everyone interrogates him about who it is, but the alien is nothing but a man of his word and apparently promised whoever purchased them he wouldn't tell. It becomes a whole thing, obviously, because they won't let it go.

Bets are made about who the Juice Giver is. The younger members ask the Juice Giver for good luck before going on missions, and the older members are trying their absolute hardest to figure it out.

Then, Nightwing joins temporarily for a global wide meta human and alien kidnapping ring and is loopy from blood loss after being stabbed and stitched up. Batman is by his side in the medical area, cooing softly to him. Then, he pulls a juice box out of his belt.

Wally, who was also injured and is getting patched up on the cot next to them, gasps at the recognizable juice box brand. "YOURE THE JUICE GIVER!!" He literally screams, making Nightwing jump.

Batman's eyes widen, and he goes to shush him, but it's too late. Everyone with super hearing is busting through the door, and everyone else is following them. He sighs and resigns himself to the following chaos while helping his kid not stab himself in the eye with his straw.

[wondersinwaynemanor]

Everyone just goes to Dick's place and he welcomes them as long as they do something for him in return.

Jason knocks on Dick's door, helmet already off - Hey Dickiebird, *flashing him with a large smile* I'm gonna crash here cus Bruce knows where all of my safehouses are now and I don't wanna face him.

Dick - As long as you cook, Jay, cus I have a broken arm right now. And you patch up whatever argument you have with Bruce.

Jason - You're no fun, Dick. And let me patch your arm first, you're gonna bleed out.

Dick - Aw Little Wing looking out for his big brother.

Jason - You big goof.

Tim has made a duplicate key of Dick's apartment door because that boy is always steps ahead of everyone.

Dick is startled as he settles on the bed, getting ready to sleep - What the fu-Timmy! How did you- I'm not even gonna ask.

Tim flashes the duplicate key with exhausted eyes - Yup, already made a duplicate, Dick. And can I sleep in your place tonight? I don't think I can make it to the Manor.

Dick already has his arm wide open for Tim - As long as you don't snore, Timbalina, cus you've been awake for days now.

Damian tries his best to unlock Dick's apartment door with his katana.

Dick is already opening it before Damian can do it for himself - Hey, Dami.

Damian - Grayson. I'm here tonight cus my cycle has a flat tire.

Dick - But you know how to fix that, Dami. Is that an excuse cus you just miss me?

Damian, doesn't say anything against that - Tt. That's absurd.

Dick - You can stay here if you like, even for more than one night, as long as you let me cuddle you.

Damian - That's too childish.

Dick - Then you can't stay-

Damian - Fine, fine.

Wally already zooms inside Dick's apartment before Dick could even close the door when he got his food delivery - Hey, Dick. Gonna stay here for a while. I burned my place and I'm hiding from Barry and Iris.

Dick - As long as you don't burn my place.

Wally - Won't let anything happen to you.

Bruce is already in Dick's place before Dick comes home from patrol - Hi, Chum. Just checking to see how you're doing.

Dick - You're really getting soft in your old age, B. I'm good.

Bruce - Can I stay here for the night? Just to make sure.

Dick - As long as you try to get some sleep, B. Instead of moping around.

Bruce - I'll make sure you sleep first.

Dick - You gonna tuck me in like before?

Bruce, without thinking and hesitation - If you want me to.

Dick - Getting soft, old man, getting soft.

And Dick doesn't mind that his loved ones go to his place. They don't even have to do something for him in return.

[bats-and-the-birds]

I made a post involving young/feral/perceived cryptid Dick Grayson and someone tagged something about Barry Allen losing his mind when this terrifying child befriends his nephew and I have NOT stopped thinking about this since.

Because like, imagine you're Barry Allen. You've been doing this hero thing for a while, and you've seen a lot of things, but now your nephew has gotten himself wrapped up in this too, and goddamnit, you're worried because you know this life isn't easy.

Then he makes a friend - Ollie's boy, Roy Harper - and you breathe a little bit easier, because you know that however rough this life is, it's worse without friends. Besides, it's sweet. They're young boys, and they roughhouse, and tell stupid jokes, and play video games together sometimes. It's nice to see Wally just be a kid with someone that he doesn't have to hide from. And, yeah, sure, they get into trouble sometimes, pull pranks that go too far, get themselves in danger because they think they can take on something they can't, but it's still a net positive, because you need friends in this line of work, and that's exactly what they've found.

And you think about Robin. Not often, but you do think about him. Because you know nothing about him, and you don't want to, but he still has the face of a boy that's younger than your nephew. You wonder if he has friends.

But really, you don't think about him that much. You don't want to. He's freaky, and generally, thinking too hard about anything to do with the Bat is inadvisable.

Then there's a fight. A big one. You don't even really know who's fighting on your side until everything has cleared. It was basically the entire Justice League, no one dead, but a few injuried. And your nephew's there too. And Roy. And Robin.

No one really goes near Robin, ever. It was an unspoken rule, of sorts, and you're pretty sure it's just because everyone's scared of messing with Batman's little bird, though whether that was due to fear of Batman or the bird himself, you're not sure.

But Wally doesn't seem to know this. Wally doesn't seem to care. He runs up to Robin with a big grin on his face and grabs his hand, trying to tug him over to where Roy was patching up some injuries.

You notice that Robin doesn't go with him immediately. In fact, he looks confused. But if you know anything about your nephew, he's persistent, and eventually Robin lets himself be dragged over. Roy seems unconcerned, but you can tell that the other adults in the vicinity shift uncomfortably, unsure of what they should do, or if they should do anything at all.

It doesn't last long anyway. Batman calls for Robin and he bounds off, but you notice he stops and hesitantly waves a gloved hand at your nephew before he leaves. Wally waves back.

You don't think much of it.

Then, the next time you and Ollie catch Wally and Roy fighting something they shouldn't be, Robin's right there with them. It's the first time you've seen Robin without Batman in close proximity, and you think he looks just a little bit more human. He smiles sheepishly with the other boys when they're chastised for fighting things that they shouldn't, and you watch Roy ruffle his hair like there's nothing to be worried about. You're still worried.

You still don't think much of it though. Even when Robin's there with the two of them the next time, and the time after that.

But then, oh dear god, he's in your house. You don't actually notice him at first, for two whole hours, because it's normal to see Wally and Roy sitting on the couch and playing video games. You just don't realize that there's a third head in between them until you sit down in an adjacent armchair to see what they're playing, because Robin is just short enough that his head doesn't peak over the back of the couch.

You have to blink a few times to make sure what you're seeing is real, because nestled in between the two slightly older heroes in their civilian attire is Robin, sans his gloves, cape, and boots, but otherwise still in full uniform with his mask still firmly in place, holding a video game controller and laughing while Wally elbows his side to try to make him lose.

And you just sit back in your chair and stare, because what the hell are you even supposed to do in this situation? Your nephew has decided to make friends with Batman's goddamn son - the boy that you've seen sneak up on League members with super hearing, break a grown man's femur, and somehow fade into shadows in a bright yellow cape - and it worked. And now he's playing video games on your couch. And you don't know what to do about that.