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Thomas x Kitty Headcanons #3
When Thomas finally started to realise he was in love with Kitty, he started panicking that he was "cheating" on Alison and wanted to let her know so he could "let her down gently"; alternatively, he's already over Alison by this point and they can be bros. Either way, once Thomas tells her his feelings for Kitty she's on board pretty quickly (it's cute and they'd be good for each other) and wants to help them get together.​
When Thomas tells the other ghosts he plans to Woo Kitty, they're less on board. Captain starts twitching. Cut to him chasing Thomas across a field. Pat helps calm him down but then also starts giving Thomas a shovel talk. He ends up getting about 20 shovel talks (the Plague Ghosts are here? And why is Mike trying to talk to him, he's facing the wrong way). However, once they see how badly he is at actually courting Kitty, they decide it's too painful to watch and all start giving him advice.​
He tries very hard to compose the perfect poem and after a lot of advice from the others manages to condense it down to just three hours! He ends up using a lot of confusing metaphors that Kitty doesn't really get, and she kind of gets distracted halfway through, but she still gives him feedback as always – not quite what he was going for though. ​
Alison suggests, since Kitty loves singing, he sings for her; he ends up choosing a sad song from a musical and she cries the whole way through.  He invites her on a “picnic” to the lake to cloud gaze but she does that with the Captain sometimes so it obviously couldn't be with romantic intentions! He invites her to watch their favourite films – again, chooses a sad chick flick that she cries the whole time through. ​
He tries every time to let her know his feelings but he either freezes, gets tongue-tied or she just doesn’t understand. She’s spent so long thinking she and Thomas would never have a chance that she doesn’t fully realise he’s serious.
The others try giving advice but that's even more confusing.
Thomas finally gives up trying to be romantic and just come out with it -​
Thomas: I've realised I'm in love with someone​
Kitty: really? That’s great, do they know?​
Thomas: Well, I've been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for nearly a month now. No response.​
Kitty: Wow. They sound stupid.​
Thomas: But they're not! They're really smart actually. Just... dense.​
Kitty: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don't know... "Hey! I love you!"​
Thomas: I suppose you're right. Hey Kitty, I love you​
Kitty: See! Just say that!​
Thomas: Jesus fucking Christ ​
Kitty: If that flies over their head then, I'm sorry Thomas, but they're too dumb for you​
Thomas wants to smash his head into a wall but seeing as that's physically impossible for him, he decides to just go for it and kisses Kitty instead.​
He starts apologising for not asking her first but she just carries on kissing him. They do get to talk eventually (a while later) and explain their feelings to each other. From then on they're inseparable. ​
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saikkunen · 5 months
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Well hello, Darling...
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nelkcats · 1 year
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Family Traditions
The Mansons and the Waynes always had a...rocky relationship. Starting with Alfred facing off against Ida on the battlefield during his time in the British secret service. And cursing when the girl scurried out of his sight.
Although they no longer wanted to kill each other (maybe, they had children to take care of), their rivalry prevailed, and they could start fighting over anything. It was one of the reasons Ida attended to the Wayne Gala and only the Wayne gala. Just to upset the butler.
And this didn't just stay with them, Pamela HATED Bruce Wayne (and the feeling was mutual). They attended galas since they were kids and he was the most fucking annoying person she knew. She couldn't believe how he fooled everyone with "the playboy Brucie", he was obnoxious. And smarter than people gave him credit for. (Also, Pamela was pretty sure he was gay anyway)
Sam didn't want to follow this family tradition but when Damian Wayne tried to stab her with a cooking knife (after she kindly gave him an advice, taking responsibility as the eldest between them), the war begun, again.
Danny started attending those galas only to see things explode after being told this piece of information by Sam. The entire Manson family knew about it but the Waynes had no idea why the Masters heir was there. He even brought popcorn!
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punkeropercyjackson · 4 months
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Fanon onlys:Bruce being written as a bad parent isn't right,he's never been like this before!!!
Me,a Stephanie Brown stan and therefore knows Bruce treating the Batkids like shit has been a thing since the 90s at the latest:
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starscelly · 2 months
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Nähdään Suomessa! 🇫🇮 
See y’all in Finland! 🇫🇮
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webshood · 2 years
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i need more fanfics of bruce being utterly in love with his kids.
i need him bringing dick out to climbing gyms, taking him to gymnastic class and attending all his gymnastic, mathletes and acadec competitions, bruce paying for luch in a fast food place for dick's whole team like a proud soccer mom
i need him bonding with jason over old novels, him helping jason with MUN and memorising jason's character lines and muttering them under his breath watching his kid's play
need him brushing cass hair every night before bed, taking her to beauty salons to get her nails and hair done, having a girls day with her, just so cass can enjoy being a teenage girl
going on patrol during the day with duke at least once, need bruce to go to other cities to watch a concert with duke because musicians avoid Gotham like it's the plague, need bruce to kiss duke's forehead every night before going on patrol
him listening to tim talking to no end and offering his opinions, but letting tim lead things his way, going to kidnap tim in the middle of the day because he wants tim to have a little rest from all the work as a CEO, bringing him lunch or snacks during the day and screaming at old men who's undermining his boy's habilities as a CEO
i need him being a parent to damian, him expending time with his kid, going out to play sports in the garden, taking him to the zoo or an aquarium, hanging damian's paintings around the house
i just need the batfam taking week long vacations to a place with snow where bruce gets to enjoy the day with his kids and bully them in a snowball war or maybe they go to the beach and they get to enjoying the sun, which is almost non-existent in Gotham, getting tans, drinking tropical drinks, getting their body painted on by locals who will charge them 200% more expensive than usual
bonus: Stephanie refuses to be fathered by Bruce, but she always enjoys when they finish patrol and he goes to a drive thru and orders her favorite burger, fries and milkshake combo. she also let's him give her big and long hugs, but she swears it's just because the big man needs some body contact every once in a while
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The Reason Newtmas Would Not Last Long As A Secret
Minho: Hey, have you seen Newt? Thomas: I'M NOT SEEING NEWT! Minho: What? Thomas: What? Newt, in the distance: So much for playing it cool, Tommy.
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whalehouse1 · 8 months
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Dick: Yeah, Tim became Robin to help B get out of his funk from me moving out and you dying.
Jason: So he’s a wannabe emotional support dog?
Cass: Chihuahua….
Duke: Then why does he act more like those toy poodles all those rich ladies have?
Damian: I never thought I would be able to call a dog useless.
Tim: LOOKITHEREYOUSONSOFB$&@3S!!!!
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alcoveofconcealment · 9 months
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I like to think that Percy goes out of his way to give multiple tours of the castle to first year's during the first couple months. It can be difficult to navigate with the moving staircases.
Too bad nobody informed this 15 year old that a pack of 12 year-olds are not gonna be paying attention when they could instead just talk to their new friends/dormmates
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oldkamelle · 2 years
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fuck pa-
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feartoxinjelloshot · 2 months
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The Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp (1632)
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6. “Not to be dramatic, but I’m back from the dead. Hope y’all missed me.” With Virgil and Remus?
Title: On a Stormy Sea of Emotion
Word-Count: 1.7k
Summary:
"Not to be dramatic, but I'm back from the dead. Surprise!" Remus shoots a pair of finger guns, droplets of blood spraying out from his finger tips, "Hope y'all missed me."
The cloaked figure, the target of his finger guns, does not move. Their facemask, elegantly carved to mimic a raven, stares Remus down apathetically.
Remus laughs, clasping his hands behind his neck as he leans against a building that makes up the alleyway of their standoff, "C'mon, old man. I clawed myself out of the grave and this is how you treat your 'beloved son, departed from the earth too soon?'"
OR: a Superhero AU featuring Jason Todd coded-Remus.
Pairing: parental dukexity
Warnings: Superhero AU, Death mentions, blood mention, vomit mention, implied self harm, pstd flashback, morally grey characters, angst with ambiguous ending
Thank you for the prompt! This infected my brain all last night and today, hope you enjoy <3
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Killing isn't that hard of an action, really. There is a million ways to kill someone. Guns, knives, poison or the way Remus liked it--using your bare hands. It wasn't always the most effective, but when your target knocks your knife out of your hands--well, then you gotta go for the jugular.
Remus hums as he picks up his knife, examining it. The blood dripping from its blade landed on his gloves, coating it with a metallic stench. One time as a kid, he received a paper cut and out of curiosity, he stuck his finger inside his mouth to taste his own blood.
It just had a copper tangy taste, not very appetizing. But well, he's never tried someone else's blood, what if it had a different taste? Would a greedy drug lord's blood taste too greasy? Tainted by their lack of remorse and regard for the suffering and lives destroyed in their avaricious pursuit of wealth?
He is almost halfway to enacting on such an impulse, when something shifts behind him. He turns around swiftly, his knife meeting nothing but air. But there is something there, or rather someone.
Remus cackles, his eyes darting around his surroundings. There, in the shadows of the nearby dumpster. He lowers his knife, putting it away for now.
His heart clangs loudly against his ribcage as his ears began to clamor with a loud ringing noise. This moment has always been inevitable since the second he decided to remain in this hellish city.
Remus is many things, but he is not a fool nor is he a coward. He is exhilarated this moment has come at last. Not terrified.
"Hello daddy dearest," He calls out, "it's been a while."
His words are enough to draw out the cloaked figure from out of the shadows.
"Not to be dramatic, but I'm back from the dead. Surprise!" Remus shoots a pair of finger guns, droplets of blood spraying out from his finger tips, "Hope y'all missed me."
The cloaked figure, the target of his finger guns, does not move. Their facemask, elegantly carved to mimic a raven, stares Remus down apathetically.
Remus laughs, clasping his hands behind his neck as he leans against a building that makes up the alleyway of their standoff, "C'mon, old man. I clawed myself out of the grave and this is how you treat your 'beloved son, departed from the earth too soon?'"
He already knows the truth; maybe there was a time this man had regarded him as a beloved son. Back when Remus had been a quiet, subdued child, perfectly manageable and obedient. But that time had long passed.
"I know I probably should've stayed dead but you know me! I'm not great at following rules."
Virgil Storm, or in this case, "The Raven" still doesn't do anything. It is a little unnerving, actually. Remus had expected there to be harsh words thrown his way, or perhaps even be pinned into a chokehold by this point in the interaction.
The Raven doesn't kill. During his first bout at the whole being alive thing, that been a contentious point between the two. Yet, would an abomination like Remus count as a living being?
"And," Remus says abruptly, shifting his weight against the wall, "you can't kill me. You can try, but like. It won't work. I jumped off like a twenty story building--went splat! Like a bug, it was really messy, but I didn't die. Um, you can take a DNA sample to prove it's me--"
"Remus?" The Raven speaks at last, his voice garbled and gravelly from the voice modifier of the mask.
"Yeah, it's me. I mean, we both know Prince Boring doesn't have the guts to pull off a prank like this," Remus smirks, "I'm sure he's happy that I haven't been around to play screamo when I have the aux or fill his backpack with severed Barbie doll heads."
The Raven's cloaked figure starts staggering towards him. Remus moves to stand upright once more, his body tensing. He can take the punch, it'll hurt but it won't leave any bruises. Remus has done enough experimenting to know he can't be physically harmed anymore. At least not permanently in any way that matters.
But rather a punch thrown his way, the Raven's arms seize hold of him. Not around his neck, but around his body, as the Raven leans around him, his cloak wrapping around Remus like a blanket. He is...hugging Remus? What the fuck?
A cold pricking sensation hits Remus, spreading out through every inch of his body. But he does not move to resist the Raven's embrace.
"I'm sorry," His adoptive father murmurs, "I made so many mistakes, I was afraid but I shouldn't have allowed my fear to control me in the way that I did--"
"Aren't you paranoid?" Remus whispers, "What if I'm not actually Remus? What if I'm just a shapeshifter pretending to be him? Or--or something else?"
"But I know you're you. Do you really think I wouldn't have investigated the assumed grave robbery of my son's corpse?" The Raven counters, "I already have a DNA sample I collected from your confrontation with the Dragon Witch analyzed."
Of course, of course Virgil already had a DNA sample. To any sane person, this might've been a horrifying realization. But for Remus, who spent ten years under the man's roof, this was perfectly normal behavior of a man obsessive enough to run around as a nonpowered cloaked vigilante.
"Remus, you have every reason to hate me or even Roman," The voice modifier pitched upwards in an odd high tone, "but would you'd be willing to come home for at least Janus's sake?"
Remus forgets how to breathe for a moment. There are many reasons why he hasn't sought out his family. He isn't sure if he is willing to accept Virgil's apology, much less risk seeing Roman's face again. But Janus is different. He has always understood Remus in the ways the others never did.
Despite Janus being Virgil's "man in the chair" as it were, he has never operated with the same morals. Remus will never forget the time some henchmen broke into their secret hideout while Virgil and Roman had been away on a mission. Janus had not hesitated to put lead directly into their foreheads.
"I'm afraid I don't indulge in the same mercy as your father," Janus had said, tidying up the mess they'd left behind, "It is my duty to preserve the safety of those I've been sworn to protect, even if comes at the lives of others."
The Raven is a vigilante that is shrouded in mystery. There are rumors that circulate the streets that the Raven is inhuman, a being that moves swiftly and strikes without warning. Some even dare to whisper about the unfortunate ends that some of the Raven's victims have met. What they don't know is that last bit is all of Janus's doing.
It's why Remus has never understood Virgil's hypocrisy. He'll turn a blind eye to Janus's actions but Remus, roughing up a thug a little too harshly? Oh no, no, no, that was the most heinous thing Remus could ever do.
(He wonders what his adoptive father thinks of his actions not only tonight, but the past few months. Isn't this everything his father feared and more? Putting aside the whole "not being dead" thing, isn't this enough to make him irredeemable in the Raven's eyes?)
"Janus?" Remus hesitates, "would he be willing to make his tea?"
"For you, I am sure he is willing to prepare a full spread of pastries along with a pot of tea. He has...missed you a lot, Remus."
Remus's stomach rumbles. He hasn't eaten in weeks--not since he realized his body technically doesn't need food to survive. But he does need Janus's pastries. Those pastries are never a want, but a necessity.
"Okay, I'll go." Remus says, craning his neck to meet the Raven's gaze, "but only because I'm hungry."
Somehow, this causes a snort from his adoptive father. The closest thing resembling a laugh that the Raven will ever do. When he is not the Raven, and is simply Virgil--sometimes the man will actually laugh. Even so, that snort is the closest thing to a laugh that Remus has heard from the man in close to a year before his death.
Remus's legs buckle beneath him, almost bringing the Raven down with him. But it's not from the shock of the old man laughing. No, it's more likely his body protesting his week long streak of not sleeping.
It seems even though he doesn't require as much sleep as before, he still requires a certain amount of it. Or at least, that is what makes the most sense in his hazy racing thoughts.
"I've got you," Virgil whispers, his words unfettered by the voice modifier, "you're safe now."
Arms gather underneath him, as a long Kevlar cloak is draped around his wiry figure. An unwanted memory drifts to the surface; a time where his kid self demanded to be carried home and the Raven obliged without complaint. Roman had trailed after them, begging to be carried as well.
Janus had taken one look at their return (Roman clinging to Virgil's back like a baby koala while Remus was cradled in his arms) and simply raised an eyebrow. But it was clear through his stifled breathing that he found the entire thing comical.
Remus doesn't want to fall unconscious. He'll deny it, protest it with a wide grin and a cackle, that death doesn't scare him. But he is terrified of pitch black darkness.
He fears a confined undetermined space that is meant to seal him away deep in the ground. He fears wood splinters underneath his fingernails as he chokes on dirt as he continues to dig upwards, driven by an urge to survive--to break out of the ground to blessed, fresh air. He fears staring at a gravestone and just laughing until he started vomiting clods of dirt.
What if Virgil is lying about Janus? What if he decides to bury Remus again, this time in a coffin made out of titanium or reinforced concrete--dooming him to a living death?
"No," He mumbles, attempting to grasp tightly to Virgil's cloak, "I don't--"
But his eyes flutter shut against his volition, and he can only hope that they truly did miss him enough; that the words carved on his gravestone were genuine and sincere.
Remus Seagrove
20XX-20XXX
Beloved Son, Brother, Friend
Dearly Missed and Departed from the Earth too Soon
#sander sides#virgil sanders#remus sanders#sasi fic#thomas sanders#kat writes#time to yell thoughts in the tags#firstly this fic is roughly inspired by batman comics but not a one for one AU obviously#Virgil is a very flawed individual who was trying his best parenting both Roman and Remus#Janus is acting in an Alfred role here but he is actually a former villain of Virgil's who has been 'reformed'#but he obviously still isnt above killing people lmao#he was badly wounded in a fight and isnt able to be active in the field thus the reason he operates behind the scenes for virgil#Roman and Remus take on Robin-esque roles in this AU#they are biological twins who Virgil adopted after their parents were murdered#Roman probably the most like Dick Grayson in this AU#Virgil didnt want literal children out on the streets fighting crime but eventually caved because they craved violence#Remus used to be very withdrawn as a child#it wasnt until he became a teenager he found his voice and became more vocal and resistant to blindly following authority#virgil to janus: 'stop encouraging him! you're a bad influence!'#janus sipping his tea: no <3#in comparison roman seemed like a saint and thus some tension erupted between the two#as to how he returned from the dead? similar to jason some cosmic reset occurred causing him to wake up in his coffin#unlike jason he didnt require a lazarus pit and has become some undead being that probably shouldnt exist but does#also virgil isnt old hes like in his forties lol#remus is just being annoying
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bluerosefox · 2 years
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Robin’s Haunted Halloween
Guys (Hello yes still alive, just busy with RL stuff and writer’s block lately)
What if, a few days before Halloween, Damian overhears some classmates making plans to “summon” ghosts in Gotham from some internet summoning ritual and they decide to try to summon the spirits of Martha and Thomas Wayne at their death site on Halloween. Damian, not wanting to bring this to his father’s attention (especially since Halloween night will be busy for the bats), decides to show up as Robin and teach them a lesson (mostly to scare them by jumping in the middle of their dumb summoning circle and ripping into them verbally for disrespecting the dead) 
He just wasn’t expecting to actually get punched in the face by one of the teens (she was a tiny thing and surprised him when in fear she turned around and punched him after he had jumped down behind her in the alleyway), spill his blood on the failed summoning circle marks (it started glowing and things were floating as a green portal appeared, the other teens ran off as Robin stayed behind to make sure they hadn’t summoned something else), and actually have it work when his father’s parents ghosts appear in front of him.
Now they’re stuck in the mortal realm until sunrise, are bonded to him as well so they can’t go to far from him, and only he can see/hear them (which could lead to some funny sass moments with them...)
And Damian really wasn’t expecting another portal to open up, a teen around his age appearing with green glowing eyes, white hair, floating above him, and a flaming crown appearing looking for his grandparents who were so rudely ripped away from him during the Halloween feast/ball/party he was having in the Infinite Realms.
And he’s (“King Phantom but call me Danny”) staying with Robin for the night just to make sure the elder Wayne’s return to the Infinite Realms safely when times up. Cause it turns out they’re not strong enough yet to remain in the Mortal Realms and can actually faded into ‘shades’ or worse ‘echos’ (mindless spirits that relive their final moments time and time again) and having Danny (an endless source of pure and rich ectoplasm) around can keep them fading into those.    
(All ideas can be used by others and just to clarify this has:)
Ghost Grand/parents Martha and Thomas Wayne [either by blood or ghost adopted]
Ghost King Danny
Bio!Dad Bruce [optional]
Long Lost Twins or Half-Brothers Danny and Damian (depends) [optional]
Halloween Summonings
Damian not telling his father what happened due to it being the subject of his father’s parents and knows how... he gets when thinking of them.
Danny becoming invisible to avoid being seen by the bats cause he really doesn’t want Batman looking into ghosts, he has enough on his plate. He doesn’t need Batman snooping.
Damian holding back a laugh a few times on patrol when his paternal grandparents make snarky remarks and doesn’t wanna be seen as crazy cause only he can see/hear Martha and Thomas
Due to the summoning, he can still also see/hear Danny when he goes invisible too (this ability goes away once the time on the summoning is over though)
Damian begrudgingly taking a liking to Danny (the puns remind him of Grayson, no matter how groan inducing they get) especially when Danny saves him during the night and they talk about dogs later.
Damian getting to know his grandparents (and learning his ‘Tt’ sound comes from one them) [saw it in a fic and fell in love with the idea it] 
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bruhstation · 1 year
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the journey of gordon juniperus gresley (and still ongoing)
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you ok, Thomas? Maybe that 5 senses thing would help you not feel so fuzzy?
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Logan: I promise, all of that was a figment of your imagination. Please, Thomas, please allow me to help you…
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loganslowdown4 · 1 year
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Roman: Today I feel *starts to create abstract shapes and thoughts above his head*
Logan: I don’t know how to translate that into rational thought.
Roman: FINE! It’s like *abstract shape* with a little *abstract idea*
Roman: Just make it into words!
Logan: Help
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