Made another set of chibi flygon adopts! (inspired by sweet treats this time :3)
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Made another set of chibi flygon adopts! (inspired by sweet treats this time :3)
You can grab them thru my ko-fi shop! â¨

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The post about Gordon defending Bruce (and eventually Batman defending Gordon) makes me wonder on how Gordon reacts to the more public ways that the batkids treat Bruce as the man (or even how they treat the Bat when Gordon is around even if Gordon may or may not know the Bat's identity). Because the kids know of Bruce's youth through Alfred who sees Bruce through the eyes of an employer rather than a son but Gordon knew and comforted Bruce all the way when he was 8. I wonder if for all the "Bruciness" Bruce puts on, does Gordon still remember the boy kneeling in a pool of his parents' blood and maybe even thinks of if god forbid Babs had to experience that, and wonder how anyone can still be cruel to him, especially his own kids.
(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
he has to work so hard to not think about the connection between Batman and Bruce Wayne, and therefor not think about the connection between Batman and a kid in a pool of his parents blood in a cold alley but i think it occasionally sideswipes him in a way that almost makes him crumple, in the times Batman will lay his cape over a scared child (the game way Gordon put his coat over a scared Bruce), or the way Batman will get quiet while reviewing certain cases. times Gordon has to look away so as not to See anything but nonetheless try to be there for him
haiiii!!! Can I draw with you?! I have new markers!!!
@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.
âItâs coooold.â
Scott only sends a glance behind him at the declaration thatâs more like a whine than anything. âTell me something I donât know.â
Eggs pouts as he curls into himself to try and stop his inescapable fate of turning into a popsicle. âAre you sure you know? Mr. Wearing A T-Shirt And Shorts In The Snow.â
âIâm also wearing a jacket and snow boots,â the older man counters.
âWhich is an absolute affront to fashion.â
âEverything he wears is an affront to fashion,â David chimes in as he looks Scott up and down critically. âIâd say Iâm impressed you managed to make your usual wear even more abhorrent, but honestly Iâm just disappointed.â
âWell good thing I donât pick my outfits to impress you,â Scott scowls, unable to keep himself from bristling as his choice in clothing is ridiculed. He doesnât 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.
âBesides, case and point, if I can walk through the snow like this, then youâll survive.â
Logic doesnât always win when it comes to Eggs, but this time it does as Scottâs 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. âIâm tiiiired.â
Scott sighs as he silently counts to ten. âWeâre almost there, Eggs.â
âDidnât we take your own âshortcutâ?â David asks, his annoyance starting to creep through. âYou shouldnât be tired if this is how you get to work every night.â
âOh this isnât how I get to work every night!â
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.
âWhat do you mean this isnât your usual path?â
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. âThis is my âshortcutâ! I take it when Iâm really early and want to take the scenic route!â
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 doesnât know. âI donât want to hear a peep about you being tired considering this was your own doing.â
âBut then that means facing the consequences of my actions!â Eggs exclaims as if itâs the worse thing to ever happen. And to be honest it just might be considering heâs 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 itâs steadily getting darker, the mechanic springs forward with his arms above his head as he jumps in place expectantly.
âCarry me, David!â
âNo,â the taller snaps.
âCome on, please!â Eggs begs. âI bet we could see the elevator all the way up there! And youâd get us there in one second! Please I donât think I can walk any further!â
The business man glares. âSo 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?â
Eggs nods with a giant grin. âYep!â
Scottâs 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 manâs shoulder as David proceeds to kneel as he cups his hands together.
âAnd thatâs how you properly use a giant.â
Scottâs eyes widen as he finally realizes whatâs happening. âWait-!â
Itâs too late. One moment Davidâs 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 doesnât end there, though, his stomach twisting as it feels like heâs riding an elevator. Only when everything seems to freeze as Eggs gives an excited shout does Scott take in his surroundings. Goes still when heâs met with a thumb longer than he is tall sitting directly beside him. A glance up and thereâs no stopping a shiver of intimidation and fear racing up his spine as Davidâs 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 gloveâs cumbersome fabric at the sight of a sea of trees usually only visible from the top of a cliff. Realizes heâs over a hundred feet above the ground and completely at Davidâs mercy.
âHey I found the elevator!â
Scottâs 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 canât seem to be able to move a single muscle.
He didnât have to worry. A massive digit nudges Eggs back and sends the mechanic tumbling with a yelp as he collides into Scott. âI see you still havenât learned your lesson from the last time you fell off.â
âHey I- ow!â Eggs hisses, wincing at the involuntary whack from Scottâs hand at the reveal heâs fallen over Davidâs hand before and still decided to take a risk. âWhat I was fine, David caught me!â
âBarely,â said giant rumbles.
âF-Falling off his hand isnât fine,â Scott growls lowly, unable to keep his voice from wavering. âHow many times have you tricked him into growing?â
Eggs shrugs dramatically. âOh I donât know, once or twice?â
âTwenty times in the past month,â David cuts in at the same time he takes a footstep that rattles them to the bones. âNot including all the times he tried but wasnât successful.â
The mechanic sputters as heâs whacked upside the head a second time. âWhat did I do!â
âWe donât trick our coworkers into growing when they donât want to,â Scott snaps. âNext time I hear it happen, Iâm giving his suggestions on suitable retaliation.â
Eggs goes uncharacteristically still as David chuckles darkly, the sounding like ominous thunder. âCanât exactly tattle on me using you as a stress ball if Scott endorses it.â
Scott looks at the hands surrounding them as fear creeps through him at the reminder they could close at any moment. âDonât torture him, David.â
âOh he has more than earned a minute or two being a stress ball.â
Scott gasps as it feels like heâs 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 theyâre 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 arenât offered to give either he or Eggs a hand off the ground.
The business man continues as though he hadnât grown to the size of a skyscraper only moments ago. âItâs the least he can do after constantly offering Fritz as an unwilling volunteer to take his place.â
Eggs freezes from where heâs pushing himself to a stand, eyes landing on Scottâs glare. âYou offer Fritz to a giant?â
âOh, look at the time!â the mechanic announces as he quickly straightens up, tapping on his wrist completely void of a watch. âTime to feed Foxster before she craves human flesh!â
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 âoverrideâ as he frantically tries to bypass the security by brute force alone.
Scott brushes the snow off himself as he meets Davidâs smirk. âIâll pretend I didnât see anything if you promise to give Fritz a break.â
âYouâve got yourself a deal.â
âShit!â
*gasp* ITS THE PERSON WITH THE SICK DOG ANTHRO DESINGS AND INTERESTING AS FUCK LORE WHO'S ART I FOUND UNCREDITED ON PINTEREST!! I HAVE FOUND YOU IN THE WILD! FUCK YEAH
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"I am overjoyed, overwhelmed, and overly excited to say to you, 'Welcome to the Eras Tour!' (...) Tonight we're going to be going on a journey together, one era at a time. We're going to be traveling back in time through 17 years of music that I feel so incredibly lucky to be able to make, and you have been so kind to care for. We got songs about all kinds of things coming your way. We've got songs about like, style and we've got songs about heiresses, cardigans, and stuff. But this song that we're about to play for you now, that I'd love for you to sing along with us on, is just an old-fashioned love song, isn't it? I'll be your host this evening. I'm Taylor!"
â Taylor Swift, The Eras Tour (2023-)
(speech credit: @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes) (xx)
*crashing in through the whump communityâs skylight*
oh hey, whatâs up? Iâm Jack, Iâve been lurking in the shadows of the community for way too long and Iâm now revealing my presence!
Name: itâs Jack, didnât you just see it up there? I will also accept Jacques, Jack-Jack, Jackrabbit, Jackalope, Jack Sparrow, Jack Daniels or J-Money
Age: old enough to drink, not old enough to say âback in the good old daysâŚâ while I stare wistfully out the window (I could do that, but Iâd just be reminiscing about when everyone wore their jeans around their knees)
Pronouns: he/him, they/them, hey/you, call me whatever you want as long as you donât call me late for- nope, Iâm not finishing that joke
About Me: why are you asking? who do you work for? WHO SENT YOU?! Just kidding. Here are some things I like doing- writing, thinking about whump, thinking about writing whump. Here are some things I like doing but am bad at- cooking things, climbing things without falling off of them, running without feeling like Iâm going to die. Here are some things I donât like doing- studying, going to the gym, watching romantic comedies, eating canned vegetables, getting my socks wet.
About Whump: love it. Love, love, love it. Whump is great. I like almost all flavors (but hold the nuts and butts and sexy bits.) My particular favorites- defiant whumpee, whump with magic/fantasy elements in it, whumpers who just suck, uhâŚwhumpees in gladiator fights?? ButâŚcage matches. Not bare-chested men in loincloths stabbing each other.
Here are some blogs about whump I really like: @smellofsnoww @weirdstrangeandawful @whumperofworlds @whumperfultime @redwingedwhump @painsandconfusion @newbornwhumperfly @pigeonwhumps @caspia-writes @spookyboywhump @oddsconvert and literally so many more, I have been lurking here for *a while* also I will probably make a blubbery post about why I like these blogs the next time I have a drink
About WIPs: I have a grand total of one. It currently exists as a complicated red-string-board of a Google Doc with way too many characters and at least three plotlines. Itâll probably still have too many characters and plotlines when I post it. Itâs mainly about vampires and humans whumping each other into absolute oblivion, so if thatâs your speed, stay tuned, sports fans. Edit: I have spiraled into insanity and no longer have just one WIP. It was inevitable.
Anyway, itâs me, finally coming out of the shadows to join the whump community in their mission to make fictional characters suffer! I have the power of God and whump on my side- AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH-
A BIG LIST OF STUFF JACK WROTE!