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#The bat with the hat
fountainpenguin · 9 days
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My favorite thing ever about Anti-Cosmo and the Head Pixie is that you look at Anti-Cosmo and it's like-
"Oh, this is the stereotypical evil villain who is flamboyant, intelligent, suave, and in control! All the other magical antagonists probably defer to him." And then you actually watch him and he does stuff like-
Throw away his wand
Fly in circles at record speeds
Run away from confrontation
Write with colored pens and change color every sentence
Throw paper airplanes
Crash into things
Throw tantrums
Read comic books
Fly a private jet despite being able to fly and teleport
Keep cows in his castle
Keep a cat in his pocket
Stand on the fancy dining table
Pretend to be a scone
Break character as a scone by running away laughing
Defer to H.P. even in his own castle
Defer to his son even in his own castle
Raise an anti-fairy child with H.P. for some reason that's never explained, but which Jorgen has photo evidence of ?? You raised an anti-fairy with the leader of the Pixies ??
Also, knows H.P. and Jorgen well enough to recognize when Jorgen is actually H.P. in disguise??
And there's H.P. who wears a nice suit, works at Pixies Incorporated in the big city, and talks about puppeting people, so you approach thinking "Okay, this is the strict boss who wants all the paperwork filed. He represents why you shouldn't make deals with fairies because he has all these complicated contracts and he's not going to allow wiggle room. Dull and boring; got it."
But it turns out he likes to-
Go to raves
Sing rap songs
Breakdance
Spin on his head and drill into the floor
Wear flowers
Get drunk
Hang out in the hot tub
Climb on people's shoulders
Build miniature models
Fist bumps and finger guns
Call people "Dude"
Draw skulls on things
Say "Gasp" instead of gasping
Get up from his desk and dance around, announcing in monotone "Go me, go me; it's my birthday"
Listen to someone argue with him and then respond with "No, that's hilarious"
Also fly a private jet despite being able to fly and teleport
Elbow people in the side while teasing them
Feed you pizza by shoving his entire hand in your mouth
Stand right in front of you and prank call you
Wear two hats at the same time
Hop on a flying scooter, announce "The only thing you'll be eating is my dust! Later, dude!" and peace out
Complain too many people like him
Use babies as yo-yos
Also, H.P. won a footrace against Anti-Cosmo?? This man made the conscious choice to run instead of fly and he won!?
And that's not even getting into the cross-dressing or the fact that A.C. and H.P. grab each other and hug when they're scared. 10/10 character design. They are so silly...
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Dick: Hey, Jas- why the hell are you wearing a bucket hat indoors?
Jason, who wanted to copy his big brother's mullet but accidentally lopped too much hair off: Hey, bucket hats are cool, okay?!
Dick: Alright...?
*4 Years Later*
Jason: 'Sup, Ti- why are you wearing a hat indoors?
Tim, who thought Jason's white stripe was cool and tried to imitate it but accidentally bleached way too much hair: Hats are really cool, Jason
Jason: *realises* oh. Oh my god...
*2 Years Later*
Tim: Hey, brat, did you- uh, why are you wearing a hat at dinner?
Damian, who secretly thinks Tim's eyebrow notch is cool and tried to copy it but accidentally shaved off half an eyebrow: Because hats are cool, idiot
Tim: *softly* oh. I get it now...
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halloween-sweets · 4 months
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flowercrowngods · 6 months
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for prompt tag!
28. i'm just getting comfy (would love if this was established relationship/domestic fluff.. perhaps one of them is sick in this... idk)
but also take your time 🫡🫂
in which steve is sick but that won't stop soft boys hours
When Eddie hears the sound of fuzzy sock-clad feet dragging over the hardwood floor, accompanied by a sniffle or two, he drops the book he's reading onto his chest, exasperated by his restless boyfriend who refuses to stay in bed after Eddie tucked him in — again! Ready to give him A Look and tell him to get back to bed, because whatever it is he needs, Eddie can and will get it for him, Just go back to bed, Stevie. 
But whatever words were on the tip of his tongue even just a second ago have disappeared at seeing Steve – the same way that they always used to when they've only been dating for a few months. Instead of giving him anything remotely like A Look, Eddie grins, and instead of exasperated, all he feels is immeasurably fond. Endeared. Fucking enamoured. 
Because Steve, in all his pale, sniffly-nosed glory, is standing in the doorway to the living room, blinking against the sunlight streaming in through the windows, painting everything golden and bringing colour back to him, too. But it's not the way the light catches on his skin that makes Eddie fall in love all over again in what Robin would describe the most pathetic way possible, no. 
The thing that makes Eddie want to propose on the spot, in sickness and in health, is the fact that Steve is wearing Eddie's woollen hat. The one Joyce knitted for him with thick, soft, dark brown wool a few Christmases ago, with two distinctive bat ears sticking up.
God, where did Steve even unbury that? 
And what business does he have looking so absolutely fucking adorable wearing it?  His glasses are askew, the hair sticking out from beneath the hat is tousled and greasy, and the bags under his eyes are stark against his sickly pale skin that makes his nose shine red. 
Eddie is about to die with how much he loves him. It’s like a scream lodged in his throat that he cannot let out, an urge that grows evermore to let the whole world know, to not rest until the last person knew about his endless, endless, endless love for this angel of a man. 
In sickness and in health. It is there, residing in the back of his head, and he almost says it out loud — but Stevie would kill him if Eddie proposed to him because of a stupid woollen hat with bat ears (Sorry, Robbie). 
“Baby,” he breathes instead, miraculously keeping a hold of his heart in this wave of affection that overcame him so suddenly. “You good? Everything okay?” 
“Mhmm,” Steve hums, though it’s more of a growl with how rough his voice is. He wipes at his face, almost nudging his glasses off his nose, and Eddie can’t keep in the chuckle that bubbles out of him. 
He’s about to get up off the couch and wrap the angel with bat ears in his arms, just because he can, but then Steve is already approaching him, the blanket thrown around his shoulders dragging on the floor just as much as his feet. There is something so young about Steve when he’s sick, something so vulnerable and raw that makes Eddie want to latch onto him and never let go. Protect him from the evil germs and the headaches they bring. It’s dumb. Stupid, really. 
Eddie doesn’t even try to fight it as he sits up and holds out his arms for Steve to fall into. He brushes kiss after kiss to his overheated skin as Steve cuddles into him, burying his face in Eddie’s neck and his hands underneath his shirt. 
They hum in unison, finding a sound for serenity.
“That’s my hat,” Eddie says after a while, breathing in his sick angel and feeling him melt in his arms. 
“Our hat,” Steve mumbles into his skin. "My turn to be Batman."
Eddie laughs, wrapping his arms tighter around him, giving in to the urge to hold, the urge to never let go. “You’re ridiculous, d’you know that?” 
“I did know that,” Steve says, and he somehow manages so sound proud of that. 
“Good, just making sure,” Eddie remarks, hiding his own grin in Steve’s cheek, nosing along his temple and the edge of the hat. After a moment of silence that they spend just holding onto each other, he murmurs, “You need anything?”
Steve shakes his head, winding his arms tighter around Eddie’s shoulders and leans into him; it takes him a moment to catch up with Steve, but eventually he lets himself fall backwards so they’re lying flat on the couch. 
“What are you doing, hm?” he asks, reaching for the blanket that has pooled around Steve’s legs and pulls it up again, wrapping it around his shoulders properly again. 
“I’m just getting comfy,” Steve rumbles, slowly and sluggishly wiggling and twisting on top of him until he stills with a satisfied hum that sounds a lot like a smile. 
“Good?” 
Another hum, affirmative this time, as Steve buries his cold fingers underneath Eddie’s body. “You’re warm.” 
“And you have a fever.” 
“Hmm. Still.” 
It makes him grin again, makes him want to burst and scream and cry and laugh endlessly. 
“Ridiculous,” he says again, no louder than a whisper, and Steve turns his head to press a kiss to the centre of Eddie’s chest. It’s as much of a No, you as Eddie’s going to get, and he cherishes it with everything he has. 
“I like that,” Steve says, half asleep by the sound of it.
Eddie reaches for Steve's glasses and places them on the coffee table, and tucks the hat back over his ears. When no elaboration follows, asks, “You like what, angel?” 
“That. Your voice. Feels nice.” 
“Yeah?” 
“Mhmm.”
“Want me to read to you? I think you might like this book, actually.” 
Another hum, another kiss — to his heart this time. “I like everything about you.”
“That’s what I wanna hear,” Eddie laughs, reaching for the battered copy of Momo that’s been one of his favourites since Wayne brought it home on a rainy night in ’85 and Eddie stayed up all night devouring it. 
“At the edge of the city,” he starts reading the blurb, to give Steve an idea what this is about and let him decide if he wants to listen in or just feel the rumbling of Eddie’s voice in his chest, “in the ruins of an old amphitheatre, there lives a little homeless girl called Momo. Momo has a special talent which she uses to help all her friends who come to visit her. Then one day the sinister men in grey arrive and silently take over the city. Only Momo has the power to resist them, and with the help of Professor Hora and his strange tortoise, Cassiopeia, she travels beyond the boundaries of time to uncover their dark secrets.”
Steve doesn’t react, but Eddie can feel that he’s not quite asleep yet, so he opens the book and starts reading from the beginning that he almost knows by heart. Somewhere on page seven, Steve takes to playing with Eddie’s hair, carding slow fingers through the strands in the gentlest way that is almost enough to distract him. Switching the book from one hand to another as his arms get heavy from the position he’s holding the book, he always has one hand drawing idle patterns underneath the blanket, between Steve’s shoulder blades. 
It’s a slow afternoon as the sun sets on them, painting them in golden hues of orange and rose. Once he’s sure Steve is asleep and the living room too dark to keep reading, Eddie puts down the book and sneaks his arms under the blanket, wrapping them loosely around Steve’s shoulders to follow him into dreamland.  
hope this lives up to what you had in mind! 🫶
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batbabydamian · 9 months
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your week is going to be awesome!
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silvers-fan-blog · 4 months
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If You Give a Bat a Burger by @noir-renard is about the worlds least spooky boy doing completely normal things! Like hanging out in Gotham's totally-not-haunted parks in the middle of the night!
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corvidcurse · 7 months
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commission for brownborb on twitter!
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octy-in-boots · 2 months
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What if Strahd controlled people like this?
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Loosely based on this:
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oop oc concept posting! this bad bitch is for an original story of mine - the main characters are all from different "genres", and i needed One More to round out the group and well. puppet-y guy fit the bill! i can't decide on a name!
she's from a children's show that had a western themed rock group that would provide lessons through the power of Music! she was the band guitarist until she fuckin. fell into the labyrinth & got corrupted by her found family of idiot assholes
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emdotcom · 1 month
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My'eah, some Sonic stuff I drew, playing with a different style!
Last 3 pages feature Terios, & the last page features Violet -- both are characters co-adored by @carnation-damnation !
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megamindsupremacy · 1 year
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Cassandra Cain is fashionable ONLY when someone else dresses her. If given the option she will choose whichever shirt is at the top of the laundry pile and the pants directly next to them and to hell if they match even a little bit. Any color/style coordination is a once-a-month statistical miracle and the outfit will never be repeated again
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fountainpenguin · 6 months
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Can't stop thinking about Anti-Cosmo chiming into H.P.'s conversation with Timmy in "Oddlympics" and his only contribution is "-but this takes the taco!!"
He's such a snooty villain but he's always so... weird. Why did he say that. Are tacos considered dessert in Anti-Fairy World? Do they regularly eat tacos at the Castle? Is Anti-Wanda, despite her love of roadkill, the main cook in the family? That does line up with her being the one to pack Foop's lunchbox, plus Anti-Cosmo didn't lift a finger to help her cook for the bake-off to win the godchildren. Discuss.
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cardi-c · 2 years
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PAPA HAT
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halloween-sweets · 4 months
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Rubberhose gang (founded by my friend)
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in order(sorry for low quality image :(( ): Shadow, Marine, Blaze, Silver, E- 123 Omega, Vector, Eggman, Snively(on top of eggman's head), Rouge, Mighty, Ray, Bean, Knack, Bark, Espio, Charmy, Naugus (i think)
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marblellous · 1 year
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black long sleeve solidarity 🤝
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