I Love How Most Of Triomphe's Expressions Are Scary By Default

Love is Blind -- A YB x Blind!Reader story

The sounds of singing birds filled your ears as you listened to the sounds of nature all around your dormant form that was currently sitting alone on a wooden bench.  It filled you with such tranquility to come here to the city park on days like these. It just melts the stress away from your form and mind and fills it with nothing but imaginary birds, warm sunlight, and a cool breeze. It was a lovely place for people like you to hang out. You were safe from unseen dangers and hazardous elements that were present throughout the whole city you lived in. It was blissful as a chorus of birds sang in the trees, the nearby fountain splashing water around, and the sound of distant children having fun was present.  You just wish you knew what the park surrounding you looked like. Sadly, you couldn’t see a thing. You were blind.  You lived in a world of total darkness all your life. It was all you ever knew from birth. But, your imagination help fill in the void that your eyes have left for you. You can imagine the fountain splashing water about, the kids in the distant chasing a ball, and the birds hopping about in the branches. The grass was even tickling your feet and legs, like little brushes. You only seem to drown out the world when you heard footsteps approaching from somewhere nearby. The only pro to living in a world of darkness was that your other senses were heightened, such as your hearing and smell. Even from where you were sitting, you can still smell the hot dog stand from halfway across the park.  However, your attention went back to the approaching footsteps that had stopped and you could feel somebody suddenly sit down next to you. It wasn’t uncommon for people to sit next to you, as this was a public place after all, maybe they were a parent of one of the kids in the distance? Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt the someone actually touch you on the shoulder, you obviously jumped at the sudden physical contact. “Woah! Calm down, it’s just me! You’re a jumpy one, aren’t you?” The voice held a male undertone, so the person next to you was obviously a male. You held your hand to your chest as you try to catch the breath you just lost.  How strange. Not a lot of people will willingly seek you out like this, let alone touch you to talk. Maybe they were not from around here and needed directions? Were you really that approachable? You just figured the black glasses you were wearing made others a bit weary of you…or maybe that’s just the social anxiety talking. But, you did manage to catch the strangeness of his first sentence. Why does he speak like he knew you? Maybe he was confused? His voice didn’t sound familiar in the slightest. This person was definitely a stranger, not anyone you knew. You just brush it off and face the direction that the man was speaking from with a friendly attitude. “I’m sorry! You just scared me. You snuck up on me so suddenly.” You reply. The man could be felt shifting, but you didn’t know why. He was still in that direction from what you could tell. “But, I, uh…walked in front of you?” The man could be heard replying in deep confusion. Oh, right. You’re glasses. This guy probably didn’t know what they were for, like many other people in the city, you just give him a smile and lift up your shades. Revealing your dull and unfocused irises in his direction. “My apologies. I’m blind. Don’t be sorry, I lived this way my whole life and you didn’t know.” You quickly answer, dropping your shades back down. There was a moment of silence, figuring the man was probably wearing a shocked face right now.  Maybe he was kinda weirded out? I mean, who just openly admits they’re blind to someone? Well, normal people, you guessed. The train of thought you had going was completely derailed when the man spoke up again. “You’re…blind? Wait, how did you even get to the park? Is there anyone else here with you??” Aww. He sounded genuinely worried. What a sweet guy. “I got here by myself. I have a specific route that I take and I count my steps from point A to point B, I even have my blind cane. I have a seeing-eye dog too, but he’s at home recovering from his vet trip. The visit was quiet expensive and stressful, so I came here to cool off, you know?” You explained. It felt good to talk to someone about your frustrations for a little bit. You couldn’t even remember when you last had a relaxing conversation like this. Everybody was always freaking out and being waaaay too kind to you because of your disability.  It was hard, but it wasn’t like you were crippled. Your service dog was a great companion and your cane and mental step-counter were great alternatives. The only thing that made it hard was the changing of environments or intersections that you had to cross. Traffic lights weren’t always synced up to your steps, which made them dangerous. There were threats about, but nothing you couldn’t handle. You don’t mind people looking out for you, but you don’t need a nurse or a constant babysitter watching you. Regardless of your thoughts, you feel the weight on the bench shift and the presence inches closer to you. You swear you could feel something by your hand, you just couldn’t tell what it was. A leg? An arm? Maybe a bag?  “That’s unfortunate…hey, um…I know this is sudden. But, if you don’t mind, would you be willing to…go to dinner with me?” Now, that was enough to raise a brow.  What a sudden change of events. You went from being alone, to talking to a odd stranger, to now the stranger asking you out to dinner. What a day this is turning out to be, you were about to politely decline when you remembered your vet bill. You pondered for a bit. Well…living on a fixed income is difficult at times. But, you’re parents help you out in anyway they could. Still, you keep wanting to be independent, but when money gets involved…it was kinda hard to scrape on by some weeks. You can still remember your hunger from when you had to forego food for rent. When your mother found out, she dragged you home and fed you a meal. All package up with a speak of ‘If you need help, come to us. Don’t do this and that and this–’. It was humiliating. But…this guy was offering…and his voice sounded nice. But, you just needed to make sure he looked nice too. I mean, you’re blind, but you have standards too. “On one condition.” You reply. “U-Uh! Sure! Anything for you!” Okay, A little weird, but his weirdness wouldn’t compare to your level of weirdness in a second. “Can I touch your face?” … A moment of silence passes. “Just to…well, make sure I’m not dating a weird guy with bad teeth or something, you know? Maybe it will help paint a picture of you in my mind too!” You quickly try to patch up the situation to make it less awkward. “Sure.” Well…that was a rather…nonplussed response.  Regardless, you took the okay and turn towards his direction and stretch out your hands.  Slowly and steadily, your finger tips touch the front of his shirt. It was a nice cloth-like feel. No worn seams or grime. You also felt a nice short hoodie that surrounded his neck and shoulders. It was also of a nice quality. So being a hobo was out of the question.  You begin feel his body through his shirt, not enough to feel him up, but more like a repeated tapping and poking. For a moment, you swore you heard the man’s breath hitch, but then quickly even out…this was so freaking weird of you to do to this guy. He must be so uncomfortable.  Nevertheless, you continue with a bit less pressure and contact. You were quite surprised when you felt how skinny he was. Poor guy felt like he wasn’t even eating! Must be a broke collage student…possibly? Maybe he was just like that naturally? You don’t dwell on it for long to avoid being a creep and move up to his chest and arms.  You travel down one of his arms, feeling it sitting right next to where your hands were sitting previously. So, it was a hand, not a leg or foot. Huh. You keep pushing on until you get to his face. You gradually slow down to avoid jabbing out his eyes, now only dragging your fingers lightly around the skin on his head. It was like you were caressing him, which was weird. There was also a sensation of excess heat coming off of his face, he was probably sporting a sunburn…or this was pretty invasive of his space. In which, it very much was…why were you so weird??! You feel his eyes, but most importantly, you discover the lacking of a nose, ears, and even proper head-shape. It was almost like he didn’t have them. Which was weird. But, again, both of you were being weird. This whole situation was weird. What you’re doing right now to a stranger was weird. You try to shake off the thoughts as you focus on how round his head was. It was like a beach ball. Perfectly round. Huh. Your hands keep lightly exploring the stranger’s face, taking in as much detail as possible. Then, you find his lips and you pause for a moment.  “Can I…uh…tap your teeth?” Holy crap, that was just straight up creepy coming from you. You hope this guy didn’t– “Anything you want.” … Okay, who is the creep in this situation, you or him?  Trick question. It’s both of you.  You’re both being total creeps to each other. You’re mind is refocused on the task at hand when you feel his mouth open. Carefully, you trace around the lip then start to tap just below it, you suddenly found yourself yelping as your finger came down way too hard on a sharp fang.  You react based on instinct and–promptly shove the hurt finger into your mouth. … The same finger that was in the mouth of the stranger a second ago. … Your soul disintegrates as you realize why you have very few friends in your life. The man probably witnessed that too. … You never felt so embarrassed. You quickly pull your hands back and lay them on your lap, clearing your throat.  Despite everything, the guy has passed your physical exam. No dirty clothes, no scruffy beard, no bad smell, no sweaty grossness, no missing teeth, no bad breath, and a high tolerance level. He even felt young too, like collage student young…and he was pretty cute from the mental image you drew along with your tracing. Maybe…dinner wouldn’t be such a bad idea. You’ve never been asked out on a date before. Let alone…actually dated.  This could be a nice change to how your life was currently going. And stars know, you could save some money. Maybe you both can split a milkshake somewhere. “I think dinner would be nice, but can I choose the place? I need a place I know where to get to from my house. Since I won’t have my dog with me.” You answer the hanging question, finally. “Anything you want…” That was…the third time he said that. How strange. He even sounded out of breath for a moment there…well, it is pretty warm out. Being summer and such. You thought for a moment about where to go to eat, then you quietly snap your fingers. “Aha! How about a nice diner near my place? It’s got a jukebox and shakes and other cool stuff. It’s a great place to eat, the owners there take good care of me. I think they’ll like that I’ll be bringing a date in with me tomorrow night.” You offer a smile and a chuckle. “I would like that. I…uh, I guess i’ll see you tomorrow then?” “Sure! I’ll be over there by nightfall. Just don’t be late~!” You playfully jest, nudging him a bit. “W-Wouldn’t dream of it! I’ll go get prepared then!” You hear him shoot up from the bench and almost dash out of your hearing, but once you realize something, you suddenly call out to him.  You heard him skid to a sudden stop and call a ‘what’ out in return. “I forgot to ask! What’s your name??” You shout out, to which the man in the distance just chortles a bit. “It doesn’t matter, I’m your boyfriend anyways!” Then, you heard him start off again and zoom off into the distance of the lively park. His footsteps fading away into the rest of the background noise before disappearing altogether, leaving you there all alone on the wooden park bench once more. … Wow, on the first date, you suddenly have a boyfriend now?  You just hope the third date won’t include a wedding proposal. You laugh at the silliness of it all. But, regardless of everything intriguing that happened in the last few minutes, your wristwatch suddenly vibrates three times, signaling the arrival of later evening. It would be dark soon, so you best hurry up and get home. As the city gets a bit too dangerous after dark. Especially if vulnerable people like you were to be walking about. Getting mugged, pickpocketed, or just flat out beaten up never really sat well with you. So when the third alert happens, you call it a night and flee back into your safe home. You stood up, brushed yourself off, got into position, unfolded your cane, and began to walk. Your mental step counter keeping track of where you were going. Your home wasn’t too far from here, about 300 steps, give or take. You had to get home early anyways, you had a date to prep for after all. Hopefully you’ll look great.  As, you can’t really see what you look like after all. But, you want to see that strange and exotic man once again. Maybe you’ll make a connection with this new person? Doesn’t hurt to try, right?

i slept with a pineapple becauses the voices told me to

“Did you put my face on it, or pretend it was me? I do the same with watermelons~.”

Jason should have come back to the manor post-lazarus pit and revealed himself as Jason Todd but not told the rest of the family that he’s also Red Hood. can you imagine how fucking funny that would be.

Nightwing: honestly! my family is fucking INSANE! i swear the only good one is my little brother, he died and came back and decided to ditch the vigilante life.

Red Hood: oh shit really?

Nightwing: honestly probably the smartest one out of all of us, he’s reading in bed while we’re all out here on stakeouts!

Red Hood: interesting. tell me more about how this brother is the best of all of you.

~

Red Hood: so what are you guys getting the smart handsome not-vigilante brother for Christmas?

Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin:

~

Batman: now i need all of you to have an equal share in the clean up-

Red Hood: yeah sorry, you aren’t MY dad, so i’m gonna dip. have fun cleaning!

the funniest part is when Dick and Tim decide that since Red Hood and Jason are so similar and Red Hood CLEARLY seems to like what he hears about Jason, that they should try to set the two up.

Jason, calling Roy at 4am: i need you in Gotham within the next hour so you can dress up as Red Hood and we can pretend that I’m sleeping with myself.

Roy:

Roy: i’m gonna get caught sneaking out of your bedroom with lipstick on your helmet

Jason: this is gonna be the funniest thing we’ve ever done.

SPLIT GILL MUSHROOM

The split gill has an impressive catalogue of sexes! While sex and gender are not the same thing, it does provide a beautiful reminder that there is no one way to be. :>

Hewwo!

Lol I mean the character you use to represent yourself

Just a glossy mer boy

Guppy Sun, my beloved

Narilamb shitten by @melled42

Love this design

of course yuri

and this thing I don't know what to do with it

Forgive me, lord, for I have sinned

Whoa careful guys I think he has a crush on somebody (it’s u)

I'm sorry.. But I will throw hands for Tenor

I guess while we’re waiting for that piece, let’s have an interview between Merial and Tenor-

Every other fusion:

Them:

Nevermind. Let’s cancel said interview.