Theodore

While we're at it, his whole bad guy shtick could be an overperformance of masculinity by someone who believes the only way to be a man is to be violent.

another hairstyle for black undyne and also me messing around more with her design in general

May I submit this as undyne propaganda because LOOK AT HER

Other propaganda includes:

you must protect the anime titty for the anime titty's sake as well as for the sake of queer people and sexual education (etc). it is good and beautiful for there to be cheesy games to masturbate to. nobody is growing hair on their palms and going blind.

LOVE WATERBOY SO HERES A SMALL FIC FOR MY MANN

Waterboy x Batgirl! Reader

Now, for people out there like Flambé and Prism who think Water Boy doesn’t pull—wrong. Because he does pull. As a matter of fact, he pulled surprisingly well. He pulled the baddest bitch in the goddamn game.

And how did he do that? By being his goofy, nerdy little self. Somehow, he found himself in the clutches of Batgirl yes, Gotham City’s heroine and darling and also in the arms of the eldest Wayne daughter. Yep. Who said Mr. Wet Wipe doesn’t have game? He’s got the best game. I mean, if he was able to bag you, then sign his ass up for the NBA. No, seriously sign him up. He’s six-foot, and the Lakers need a center.

One time, the Z-Squad caught him on a phone call with someone very special.

“Yes, honey, I am drinking my fluids. Yes, I’m taking care of myself. I’m not forgetting those friendly affirmations either. No, I’m not taking that Lamborghini I don’t know where to park it! Fine, I won’t take the bus to work anymore. Okay, love you, bye.”

He kisses the phone for what feels like an hour. Robert thinks it’s his grandmother, while everyone else assumes he’s got some crazy sugar mommy on the other line. Turns out, it’s just you checking up on your beloved.

You got him a car so he’d stop taking public transit. You know how he gets all nervous around crowds—starts sweating, the floor gets slippery, and it’s a whole thing. You didn’t know what kind of car to get him, so you just handed over one of Bruce’s Lambos. Maybe a Jeep or a BMW would’ve been better, but you truly didn’t know what he liked. The only cars you have are luxury ones, and you couldn’t picture your man driving a Mercedes either.

You call him at least twice a day sometimes three times—just to make sure he’s okay. Plus, you love his voice. You giggle into the phone every time you hear his adorable stutter.

“[Name], focus! We’ve got a mission!” Tim yells through the intercom while you’re still on the line with Herman.

“Shut up, okay? I’m coming, Robin Number Two!” you snap, cutting him off before going back to your conversation.

“Sorry, baby, I have to dip. My brother’s being a nuisance.”

But that never really stops you. Bored during takeout? You call him. Nothing going on during patrol? You call him. Something is going on during patrol? You still call him. If this is love, you never want to wake up. You’re always his motivational speaker and his hype man.

Ever since Robert came along, Herman’s been losing that tremor in his voice, and it makes you proud. You have to hand it to Robert he’s been giving your man a lot more confidence. And he really does need it, because somehow, almost every conversation turns into:

“I don’t know why you’d want someone like me. You’re strong, fast, smart better than me in every conceivable way.”

But a kiss or two always manages to shut him up.

One time, you finally showed up in L.A. Batmobile and all still in your Batgirl costume. Because, well, it’d be weird for the eldest daughter of the richest man in the country to show up to meet a C-tier hero in plain clothes.

“Hermy!” you call out excitedly, jumping into his arms, giggling like Harley Quinn herself. You pepper his face with a thousand kisses, just to hear him laugh and drop his mop.

When the whole Z-Team sees who’s there to check up on their boy, they’re stunned. Flambé’s jaw hits the floor, Prism’s already fumbling for an autograph, Invisigal’s eyeing you up and down, Coupe’s wings are flapping in shock, Punch-Up can’t even see what’s happening, and Robert well, he’s just astonished.

He knew Water Boy had a girlfriend. He knew the man wouldn’t shut up about you. But he didn’t know it would be you of all people.

“Oh, Hermy, these are your friends, yeah~?” you say cheerfully, nuzzling into his neck, taking in his scent after so long.

“Oh my god you’re Robert!” you exclaim, stepping forward to shake his hand.

“Hermie has told me so much about you how you got him out of a dark place and really helped build up his confidence. I’m so thankful. You know, he’s always needed a role model.”

For someone who always worked in the night, you had a smile like a thousand suns. But when your eyes finally met Flambé, fists were already up fast. Sonar, on the other hand, was trying to play it smart.

“Please, can I get in touch with Mr. Wayne?” he asked, still dodging Flambé’s swings.

Truly, he had to wait.

So it had me thinking about what if WB!reader (with like a much older sibling from their mom) had niblings, like around Damian aged. And Damian getting jealous of them since WB!reader is paying attention to/playing with.

(The much older sibling part is cause my brother (the kids dad) is literally almost double my age)

*laughs in younger siblings who get easly jealous*

Damian's never really been jealous; he's the grandson of the demon head and the biological son of Batman, so why would he be jealous? But when he sees you playing with your niece and holding the younger girl's hand, he rages. He never really needed affection, especially from you!

But why is it making his blood boil when you lift Noelle over your head and play airplane with her? "Tt, she's way too heavy anyway," he thinks. He doesn't want to be babied; he's Robin, but hugs wouldn't hurt, huh? Noelle and Damian have an insane rivalry over your love and attention. "Why would they want to play with a spoiled brat like you?" Noelle sticks her tongue out at Damian, a hand to her lower eyelid to flip it at him. You may think Damian is too mature for schoolyard taunts, but boy, are you wrong! He barks out insults in Arabic like it's nothing.

Damian doesn't need your attention. Go play with Noelle if that’s easier; give her hugs and kisses and call her cute nicknames—that doesn't piss him off at all. He feels so much shame asking you to hang out with him or play with his pets. He's Robin and a trained assassin; he shouldn't be asking for a hug. You should give it to him; you're his sibling, not Noelle's! "Who do you love more?" they ask in unison, making your head spin. "Well, I love you guys equally," you say softly, just for their ears to steam out like a kettle.

They'll hit each other with a glare, then start listing off reasons why you should love one more than the other. "I'm cuter!" Noelle shouts. "I'm smarter!" Damian grumbles. "I'm faster!" she shouts. "I'm taller!" They’re literally butting heads like two baby deer. Breaking them apart takes a lot; it's like separating two Lego pieces. Damian gets so evil that he tries to make his pets want to fight Noelle, but the girl bribes his fuzzy friends with treats.