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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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NASA
Sade Olutola
Misplaced Lens Cap
Stranger Things
Three Goblin Art

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Claire Keane
occasionally subtle
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Janaina Medeiros
we're not kids anymore.

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| Selective indie canon RP side blog for Damian Wayne Al Ghul AKA: Robin | | Mun is over 21 | 21+ due to mature themes | Penned by @rex-rp
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Jason hugging Titus
saw this tiktok a while back and it got me thinking about jason and damian's dog, titus, and how cute they are too. they need to interact moreeee!!
I don’t think they’d get along
Robins are much more similar to each other than they seem
* Dick had more conflicts than people remember.
Dick was the original problem child.
Commission I am working on rn :3
Of course once he's more sure he's got Damian's full attention he stares at him for a moment, dog to human communication wasn't the easiest, and it takes a moment for him to think of the best way to relay what he noticed. Or rather what he can smell and hear. Even if he knows it's not suppose to be work time, he can't turn those instincts off.
Ace's head tilts and he barks again, moving slightly to try and indicate he wanted him to follow, though he looks in the direction of what he can hear.
With a sigh that had more to do with the fact that he was supposed to be relaxing more than annoyance towards the canine, he got to his feet. "Alright. Give me a second-"
He trusted the Bathound's instincts and senses as well as the other members of his family. Ace was intelligent, there was no doubt. If he wanted something, there was a reason.
Having packed his art materials in his backpack, Damian lets a bit of slack into Ace's lead and sets off at a casual pace. "Slowly does it, go on. What have you found?"
what if everyone stares at me?- @the-demons-son
Barbara sighed, the car idling outside Gotham Academy and the Day Camp that Bruce had signed Damian up for towards the end of the school year. She had agreed to take him to his first day as a favor to Bruce. After all these years she still wonders why the hell she is the one to broker peace and emotional stability in this family?
"If anyone gives you trouble, you call me," Barbara explained with a shrug, looking over at the little kid (yes, still a kid in Barbara's eyes) sitting in her passenger seat. "I'll break you out early, we'll go meet Dick at Amusement Mile."
But she looks over at him with a fond smile. "But I think you'll be fine, kiddo."
"We could always just skip the camp altogether and find Richard now." He suggests hopefully.
"Barbara, we both know there is nothing I'm going to learn here that I don't already know. I don't need new friends. Drake isn't well adjusted and he didn't have to go to these - these things." As well intentioned as his father may be, he had missed the mark yet again as far as Damian was concerned.
The arms folded over his chest did little to dispel the image of a sulking child. "I don't want to go."
reblog if you’re open to banter!
sometimes you just wanna have fun on the dash, and that’s okay!
damian is actually really creative, and i think more people should acknowledge that. damian draws, he paints, he plays the violin, he goes to acting classes!!!!!! he loves the arts! he loves to express himself.
It’s always been really important to me that the character who grew up in an environment where violence was the primary way of communication now mainly expresses himself through the arts, and caring for animals, and reading manga, wanting to be a doctor, and all things like that. He is not defined by his past, he’s defined by who he is and what he loves!
I think I saved this post as drafts earlier to reblog and forgot to clear out my drafts...
Anwyay! It's interesting that the arts and creativity Damian does are things we also saw him do since he was a young child, in the League. We can't flatten it out to just "he was primarily communicating with violence", like! His creative roots start there. See Batman and Robin #0 where he learns he has to master all the arts and sciences to eventually rule/save the world (my copy is out of arms reach, but you can check the issue)
Yesterday was mother's day so I drew these two :)
Hero!Caretaker seeing a sidekick!whumpee get cornered/hurt/ have a ‘I need my parent’ moment where before whumpee would have have call out to them, (kinda like the way little kids yell for their parents when hurt/scared) but now after whatever happened, they just pull themselves up and keep fighting like they know if they fail they’re toast
(Sorry for bad grammar/spelling) (Please don’t post if the anon function fails)
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Batman's one weakness... cooking
Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)
interact with this and i'll send some non IC questions to your muse.
Earth/magma bender Damian!
I’m sure that Jason is his favorite brother.
this is everything to me
"You're sitting in my seat." @the-demons-son
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Arms were spread along the back of that couch as he waited for Dick to get ready. One thick, brow perked up as his best friend's youngest brother 'proclaimed' that he was sitting in Damian's seat. "Bruce assigns you all seats? That sounds a touch OCD." He did not move or offer the seat.
"No." Damian scowled, rising to what he would later realise was obvious bait. "That would be ridiculous."
Damian folded his arms across his chest. "I was sitting here before you showed up. Why are you here anyway West?" He had wanted to spend time with Richard today.