|19 y.o β She/Her| I need to practice my english. I chose writing about everything that came to my mind. If you saw a grammatical error, no, you didn't.
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Oh no...
If you're wondering what they did, well...
Credit to @valdeswan for helping me come up with this crazy scenario.
Also, yes. I am making fanart and memes for my fic instead of working on my fic... BUT! I am working on chapter 2! Just working on plotting out where I want to go with it.
so beautiful
Bud Illis x Glenn Poeff, Bud Illis-centric
(1,451 words) <t rating>
Summary:
Bud Illis always loved physical touch. It was an easy way to express affection for him so he often resorted to it.
And maybe it was because of the hours spent awake finally catching up to him or maybe because of the little voice in the back of his mind screaming about Glenn's touch repulsive nature but the moment Glenn melted into his arms, something in Bud broke.
.....
Or Glenn wakes up after getting injured so they hug and cuddle
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Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63530425
Patiently waiting for Goldie Gramps to appear in the manhwa to see if they made the boob-window canon or not
i like the idea that red hood is to crime alley what daredevil is to hell's kitchen in the dd comics. in the way that:
Jason: *in full red hood gear, walking through an alley* homeless man next to him: hey, todd. how's patrol? jason: *grinning under his helmet* i don't know if you need new glasses---or maybe a memory boost, jimmy---but the todd kid is dead. i, obviously, am not. homeless man: *snickers* yeah sure, sure, jason
Jason: *walking down the street in civvies* passerby: hey! hood! i have some info for you, drug deal goin' on 'round the docks jason: *raises brow* yeah? well, i ain't hood . . . but i'll take that info to him if ya want. he patrols near my apartment passerby: you keep tellin' yourself that, dude
batman: have you seen the criminal Red Hood? crime alley resident: *lighting a cigarette, making continual eye contact with batman* I'm blind. haven't seen anyone batman: *examines the woman* obviously not. you can see me just fine crime alley resident: ya ain't ever heard of selective vision impairment? it's totally a thing batman:
little girl: hey, hood. th' cops were lookin' fer ya jason: hmm. what did ya tell 'em? little girl: t' stick it where th' sun don't shine jason: *high-fives her* i'm going to buy you an entire toy store, kid
Imagine in the beginning, before Red Hood's goons figure out that he is a baby, they think he is a single dad of a bunch of kids, instead. And it is not like they are wrong, since he does parent all kids of Crime Alley, but they mean not them. They mean Bats, instead.
No one is sure how old Red Hood is. But they saw a single white streak of the hair once, so he is... old, right? And these Batkids, they always hang around him, whining and asking for something - surely, it is his kids? Right? That gotta be it.
Red Hood: Now, back to- Sorry, I need to take a call. Goons: Sure, sir. Red Hood: What... Oh my god, Red. What do you mean, you don't know how to wash the carpet without- Spoiled brat. Okay, listen to me, you first need to get a really hot water... Goons: That's definitely his son being in troubles.
(It was Tim, who accidentally ruined Alfred's favourite carpet. He was in big troubles that day.)
Robin, appearing on the doorstep of Red Hood's den: Scram. I am here to see Hood. Goons, staring at little Damian: Hm-m. Red Hood, pushing them away: Bad day? (Damian wordlessly raising his arms to be picked up by Jason) Okay. It is fine. Goons: Hm-m-M.
Nightwing, whining: You are so boring. Why don't you want to play Twister with us this Sunday? Red Hood, rolling his eyes: Shut up. Goons, overhearing the conversation: Kids, am I right? Red Hood: Huh?
Goons, watching Batman and Red Hood shouting on each other on the rooftop: Hey, do we think Batman is also his kid?.. Goons: (thoughtful pause) Red Hood, completely pissed off by his dad in the meanwhile: I am TIRED of you. Go back to your stupid ass CAVE and think about your behaviour. I don't want to see you AGAIN. Batman: But- Red Hood: OUT OF MY TURF. NOW!!! Goons, staring at Batman, who walks away sulkily: ...HM-M.
Red Hood, staring at the "Best Dad" merch, given him by his goons on his birthday: I am confused. Do they mean kids from Alley, or they view themselves as my kids... What does it mean? Uh. Whatever. It is kinda sweet. Red Hood, on the next day: Thanks, guys. Very thoughtful of you! Goons, high-fiving each other: Sure, boss!
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+ something something I brought the other day
does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
LITERALLY
Matt would be insufferable about being Jason's favorite too.
He would make Jason laugh when he knows Bruce is there, showing casual displays of affection (hair ruffles, pats on the back, a hug if he feels sadistic enough), showing openly that he cares only to rub it on Bruce's face.
In Matt's defence, he kinda hates Batman and all that child soldier thing. So he asks Jason to read to him Pride and Prejudice when he knows Bruce and Jay had plans.
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No, you're absolutely right, because I can totally see Jason thinking he saw Batman and it was just matt in the shadows.
Too much overprotective father tendencies and horns/ears, he confuses them easily. Jason likes Matt more tho, he laughs at Jason's death jokes and Jason finds the blind jokes hysterical.
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+ something something I brought the other day
Posted twice because I can (I still don't know how this place works)π
+ something something I brought the other day
Ok but Gilbert is so pretty???? He's super pretty and I'm actually pissed we never get much of him! Has he ever even talked!?? Damn it I need him to have more action please he's so freaking beautiful!
I made this for you guys since you seem starving for more content about them (it's me, I'm the one who needs more about them)
They are so special to me
I have a type and it's Red. It you get it, you get it.
It is possible that somewhere off the coast of Newfoundland there is an iceberg shaped like a giant dick.
Because if something happens to him, they will have savings π
Cale is always giving the kids money in the piggy banks but he is also never telling them to pay with theirs own allowance.
Like every time he wants them to have something he is the one who pays and that's such a sweet detail.
I'm catatonic in your arms. Crying "How did I cause so much harm?" π
them
#spidepool #spideypool
I had a vision and its 2am so I'm not responsible for the horrible quality of this.
Bonus:
For a while, the Batfamily thought that KRS was a clone of Batman
There was a theory that he was another of his bio-sons that he didn't know about but it was dismissed because KRS was too old for that
Idk, just an idea
Just imagine KRS clocking the batfam secret identities the first time he arrives on Gotham. But the contract to be the Wayne's bodyguard is so juicy he just say "fuck it, we ball" and applys to that shit.
And he gets hired because Batman thinks he is suspicious asf because he has no background and recently arrived in Gotham. And then he gets to know him and can't let this depressed man alone or he will find a way to die.
And KRS is just confused by those rich kids, strangely nice and way too welcoming for their own good. So he decides they need to be protected by all costs.
Cue, KRS using instant the first time Two Face or someone interrupts a gala and beats the shit out of him, because, the audacity of this bitch to point a gun to his family.
For a while, the Batfamily thought that KRS was a clone of Batman
There was a theory that he was another of his bio-sons that he didn't know about but it was dismissed because KRS was too old for that
Idk, just an idea
how the fam find out Jason's still alive
Dick, looking through old photo books: aw, it's such a shame Talia didn't tell B about you until recently Dami, I'd have loved to see photos of you as a baby
Damian: ? I can get baby photos if that is required in this family
Dick: what, how? Talia doesn't seem like the baby-book kind of woman, no offense.
Damian: She was not, however after my brother was brought out of the Lazarus pit he was given a few old cameras in an attempt to make his mind focus on something not harmful to himself and settle down. He took a lot of photos of our family during his training.
Dick:
Bruce:
Both, simultaneously: your what now?
-later-
Damian, walking into the room with an old box: Alright so I broke into his current safe house while he was working and took one of the boxes. I believe these should suffice for your 'baby books'
Bruce: hold on you broke into his- your brother lives in Gotham??? there's a trained league assassin working in this city and you didn't tell me? Damian we need to talk about your habit of withholding important infor-
Dick: Bruce.....
Bruce: -mation. what?
Dick: look at the.... photo...
Bruce, leaning over to see a photo of Jason Todd holding baby Damian up at the head of a meeting table like in the lion king, red smear on his forehead, while Ra's Al Ghul stares at them both from his seat looking Tired Of Jason's Shitβ’:
Damian, peering at the photo: yes, Todd got quite good with the timers on those cameras, he took many a photo holding me like that. I believe it was a special campaign designed to get on grandfather's nerves enough that he'd agree to watch the movie with us.
Bruce:
Dick:
*screaming*
bonus:
Tim: you know some of these photos are actually really good, like the angles and tones you used
Jason: you steal Robin, I steal photography.
Tim:
Based on a post from @jupiterliketheplanet
Tags for my amazingly supportive mutuals @valdeswan @theacemagpie
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Noise.
Deafening noise.
That's the last thing Matthew Murdock remembers. A sharp piercing noise that his heightened hearing had no problem picking up. It was deafening.
Matt remembers covering his ears, but it did nothing to alleviate the pressure building in his ear drums. His cowl feeling all too tight.
The ground was hard and cold, providing no comfort. When did he end up on the ground? Did he fall? Was he already on it?
The pressure lessens, as does the noise, now just a faint ringing in his ears. Matt can finally hear his surroundings again. Sirens are blaring somewhere in the distance.
Breathing in the air is heavier. The taste of chemicals is heavy on Matt's tongue. New York's air has never been this bad, Hell's Kitchen's air has never been this bad.
Something's wrong.
Matt jumps to his feet only to fall forward, bracing himself on a brick wall, his legs feel weak, and the ground unstable.
All of his senses are screaming at him. Everything is wrong. It feels wrong, smells wrong, and tastes wrong.
Where the hell am I?
Think, what happenedβ¦
As Matt tries to recall the events that lead up to the horrible noise and ending up here, he draws a blank. The memories aren't fuzzy, they aren't fractured. They aren't there. Whatever happened, however Matt ended up here, where ever here is, he can't remember.
But that's okay. Of course it's okay, he's Matthew Murdock, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen's, the Daredevil.
Breathing deeply, Matt focuses on his surroundings. The metallic scent of blood assaults his senses. Using one arm to keep himself standing, Matt uses his thumb to wipe away his blood. Broken nose, great.
By the way sounds echo and the stench of trash, Matt must be in an alley. The brick wall under his gloves is ruff. The comforting pressure of his cowl rests over his head, no longer feeling too tight.
So he's suited up, depending on where he is right now that could either be a good thing or seriously detrimental to figuring out where he is and what happened.
Other than the fading pain in his head and his broken nose, he doesn't seem to be too injured. And the pain in his head is hopefully just from that noise and not a concussion.
I need a plan.
Step 1: Find out where I am.
Step 2: Get home.
β¦.Perhaps he does have a concussion. That's fine, nothing Matt hasn't handled before.
Matt pushes away from the wall, staggering slightly as he finds the fire escape. From the rooftops it will be easier to survey his surroundings and listen in on conversations below to get an idea of where he is so that he can make it back to Hellβs Kitchen, and his apartment.
Making his way up to the roof of what seems to be an abandoned six-story apartment complex without much trouble, Matt perches on the ledge, straining his ears to pick up on the sounds surroundings him. Sounds should carry easier up here than down in the alleyway, the smaller space making it harder to distinguish the direction sounds come from as they bounce off of walls and muddle together.
Up on the roof top, sounds are clearer. And they seem to be the only thing clearer. Somehow the stench of chemicals in the air seems worse than down in the alleyway.
Along with the chemical scent is the smell of rain, a warning to those unfortunate enough to find themself out and about to find shelter from the coming storm.
But before Matt can even begin searching for a suitable place to seek refuge from the approaching storm, a familiar sound causes him to jump into action.
A cry for help.
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Sorry for it being so short for a first chapter, but school has been killing me lately. Please forgive me π₯Ί
Edit: link to fic in comments
Wow guys.. remember this AU? π
Just a few concepts about what iβm thinking cale would look like as red dragon!krs again..!! There might be changes tbh, but as of now im digging the dragon form hehe