#{{hello hello!

Made another set of chibi flygon adopts! (inspired by sweet treats this time :3)

I. ADORE. YOUR. CREATIONS. SO MUCH.

I ADORE Mychael with my whole heart, he has it and he will never leave it. And I LOVE everything I keep seeing about Vida/Alma and Adam too!! Seriously, you're SO talented and your characters are SO COOL!! I get so excited learning anything new about them!

Now for my actual question- Apologies if this has been asked or addressed before, but I didn't see anything about it in your intro post or your FAQs so I thought I'd ask. With proper credits of course, are you alright with people writing fan drabbles about your characters?? Hypothetical MC interactions, possible OC interactions, things of that sort- just fun little stuff like that

Sorry for the kinda long ask- Have a great whatever timezone you're in!

Aaaa thank you for the praise 😭😭😭!!! I'm just trying. my best, out here. I try and be sincere with my work as much as I can, so that means a lot!! ❤️❤️❤️

As for the question, of course!! I love seeing them!!! You're not the first to ask, but I did have a disclaimer somewhere-? I suppose I mentioned it here last year!

As long as they don’t claim my character as theirs, I don’t mind! Honestly just have fun with the blorbos I’m not a strict parent hdjsja

As for more serious projects like fangames and AUs, etc, I explain more below:

By the way, here’s a reminder to 🎉 Click for Palestine!

(Also thank you for all your writings and musings I always love hearing your takes)

tragic! i think it swings between Gordon feeling genuine humour at the antics of Brucie and heartwrenching rage at the way he's treated

for the batkids there's a kind of "could never be me" that he's thinking but as a father he has more understanding of the way kids just are unfair to their parents by nature and the judgement only really starts to kick in once they get older. there's probably a LOT of judgement he keeps to himself, both for and against Bruce in regards to his kids

"Good morning Lady Sierra! I hope you were able to rest well, how are you this morning, was the first day of the ball everything you had thought it would be?" The dame asks with a smile, excited to check in with her friend and swap gossip. "Did you happen to see the canons outside of town?"

-@nox-valeriusstream

"Good morning, @nox-valeriusstream." Sierra smiles at Lady Valerius. "My sleep was, adequate. Oh the first day certainly was amazing. Thank you again for your company. It certainly was a major part of my courage of even getting inside the castle yesterday!"

DONT ASK STUPID QUESTIONS !!!??????‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

@whirl-jr-standing

Oh! Hello there yes yes please yes-

YES!! Please feel free to and no need to ask at all! ^v^ Also you shall get a sneak peek of what I've been (struggling) drawing.

Scott only sends a glance behind him at the declaration that’s more like a whine than anything. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Eggs pouts as he curls into himself to try and stop his inescapable fate of turning into a popsicle. “Are you sure you know? Mr. Wearing A T-Shirt And Shorts In The Snow.”

“I’m also wearing a jacket and snow boots,” the older man counters.

“Which is an absolute affront to fashion.”

“Everything he wears is an affront to fashion,” David chimes in as he looks Scott up and down critically. “I’d say I’m impressed you managed to make your usual wear even more abhorrent, but honestly I’m just disappointed.”

“Well good thing I don’t pick my outfits to impress you,” Scott scowls, unable to keep himself from bristling as his choice in clothing is ridiculed. He doesn’t go around judging David for wearing suits 24/7, or mention how Eggs appears for his shift with a completely wrinkled work uniform after forgetting to take it out of the dryer for two days straight.

“Besides, case and point, if I can walk through the snow like this, then you’ll survive.”

Logic doesn’t always win when it comes to Eggs, but this time it does as Scott’s declaration manages to leave no room for debate. Even David allows them to end it there as they continue on their way to the sister location in silence.

The peaceful quiet save for snow crunching under their shoes lasts all of five seconds. “I’m tiiiired.”

Scott sighs as he silently counts to ten. “We’re almost there, Eggs.”

“Didn’t we take your own ‘shortcut’?” David asks, his annoyance starting to creep through. “You shouldn’t be tired if this is how you get to work every night.”

“Oh this isn’t how I get to work every night!”

David and Scott freeze at the same time. But as the older man sighs as he folds into himself in resignation, the taller straightens up as he heads whips behind him in anger.

“What do you mean this isn’t your usual path?”

Eggs only beams from the attention, albite from someone looking three seconds away from strangling him before tossing his lifeless body into the tree surrounding them in all directions to never be found. “This is my “shortcut”! I take it when I’m really early and want to take the scenic route!”

Scott rubs a tired hand down his face before physically shrugging off the disappointment. In Eggs for getting them into this situation, or in himself for ever trusting Eggs, he doesn’t know. “I don’t want to hear a peep about you being tired considering this was your own doing.”

“But then that means facing the consequences of my actions!” Eggs exclaims as if it’s the worse thing to ever happen. And to be honest it just might be considering he’s never had to face them before.

But with Eggs that will never be an option. So despite David silently seething at having been dragged into tromping through the forest most likely going in circles with no clear path out while it’s steadily getting darker, the mechanic springs forward with his arms above his head as he jumps in place expectantly.

“Carry me, David!”

“No,” the taller snaps.

“Come on, please!” Eggs begs. “I bet we could see the elevator all the way up there! And you’d get us there in one second! Please I don’t think I can walk any further!”

The business man glares. “So let me get this straight. You trick us into going a longer route, and you get us lost while you complain about a problem of your own making, and now you demand I bail you out?”

Eggs nods with a giant grin. “Yep!”

Scott’s brow furrows as David pinches the bridge of his nose before waving Eggs off. His confusion only grows as the mechanic yells in excitement before racing over as he slings an arm over the older man’s shoulder as David proceeds to kneel as he cups his hands together.

“And that’s how you properly use a giant.”

Scott’s eyes widen as he finally realizes what’s happening. “Wait-!”

It’s too late. One moment David’s too far away to reach a hand out to touch them, the next a massive gloved hand materializes as it scoops both of them up in one flawless motion.

Scott yells as he goes tumbling head over heals, groaning when he comes to a sudden stop. It doesn’t end there, though, his stomach twisting as it feels like he’s riding an elevator. Only when everything seems to freeze as Eggs gives an excited shout does Scott take in his surroundings. Goes still when he’s met with a thumb longer than he is tall sitting directly beside him. A glance up and there’s no stopping a shiver of intimidation and fear racing up his spine as David’s massive head stares down at them from above.

Scott sends a glance toward the other side of the cupped hands he sits inside, his fists grabbing onto the glove’s cumbersome fabric at the sight of a sea of trees usually only visible from the top of a cliff. Realizes he’s over a hundred feet above the ground and completely at David’s mercy.

“Hey I found the elevator!”

Scott’s heart skips a beat as Eggs leans over a finger in order to point somewhere in the distance, looking seconds away from pitching himself over the edge. He wants to do nothing more than to reach over and yank Eggs back to safety, but he can’t seem to be able to move a single muscle.

He didn’t have to worry. A massive digit nudges Eggs back and sends the mechanic tumbling with a yelp as he collides into Scott. “I see you still haven’t learned your lesson from the last time you fell off.”

“Hey I- ow!” Eggs hisses, wincing at the involuntary whack from Scott’s hand at the reveal he’s fallen over David’s hand before and still decided to take a risk. “What I was fine, David caught me!”

“Barely,” said giant rumbles.

“F-Falling off his hand isn’t fine,” Scott growls lowly, unable to keep his voice from wavering. “How many times have you tricked him into growing?”

Eggs shrugs dramatically. “Oh I don’t know, once or twice?”

“Twenty times in the past month,” David cuts in at the same time he takes a footstep that rattles them to the bones. “Not including all the times he tried but wasn’t successful.”

The mechanic sputters as he’s whacked upside the head a second time. “What did I do!”

“We don’t trick our coworkers into growing when they don’t want to,” Scott snaps. “Next time I hear it happen, I’m giving his suggestions on suitable retaliation.”

Eggs goes uncharacteristically still as David chuckles darkly, the sounding like ominous thunder. “Can’t exactly tattle on me using you as a stress ball if Scott endorses it.”

Scott looks at the hands surrounding them as fear creeps through him at the reminder they could close at any moment. “Don’t torture him, David.”

“Oh he has more than earned a minute or two being a stress ball.”

Scott gasps as it feels like he’s falling, hands grabbing into Eggs as the mechanic gives a joyful scream from the rush. It turns slightly fearful as the hand they sit on suddenly tilts as they’re slid onto the ground.

David then steps next to them at his usual height, brushing his long coat off before fixing his gloves. Gloves Scott finds it hard to look away from knowing he sat in them movements ago. Gloves that pointedly aren’t offered to give either he or Eggs a hand off the ground.

The business man continues as though he hadn’t grown to the size of a skyscraper only moments ago. “It’s the least he can do after constantly offering Fritz as an unwilling volunteer to take his place.”

Eggs freezes from where he’s pushing himself to a stand, eyes landing on Scott’s glare. “You offer Fritz to a giant?”

“Oh, look at the time!” the mechanic announces as he quickly straightens up, tapping on his wrist completely void of a watch. “Time to feed Foxster before she craves human flesh!”

Eggs sprints into the waiting elevator before Scott can stop him. He looks ridiculous as he stands in a space big enough to fit ten people, rapidly pushing the button meant to take him down as the doors refuse to close, ignoring the overlapping voice asking for an ‘override’ as he frantically tries to bypass the security by brute force alone.

Scott brushes the snow off himself as he meets David’s smirk. “I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything if you promise to give Fritz a break.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”