Jason likes to befriend the local kids– sometimes he gives them “secret messages” to deliver to the other bats. They’re just random words, and they don’t mean anything, but it makes the kids feel useful and included. Eventually, after they figured out what was going on, the rest of the family started doing it too.
Small child: Robin? Mr. Hood wanted me to tell you [whispers] undersized.Damian: Okay, tell Hood guillotine. Can you say guillotine?
Yet again, thanks to @oh-mother-of-darkness to allow us using their headcanons. I had fun drawing this one as well, plus I could test my brand new Indian ink color markers \o/ Colors! Colors everywhere! Damian should maybe go to the hairdresser though. His hair is becoming a bit long (and I know he’s a bit pale, but that’s the darkest color I had for skin that isn’t too pinkish. I’ll have to pick another color just for him, but they sell the other colors one piece at a time).
I just hope everyone can read my handwriting, I don’t know if I should write in capitals or just keep the cursive.
How would the NDRV3 guys handle giving their kids "the talk"?
So I’m going to write
this in two sections for each character – saying how they’d tell their daughter
or son if it’d differ. Some characters I think it’ll be the same so it’ll be in
the same thing, but others will have separate~
DRV3 Boys giving
their child ‘the talk’
Wasn’t school supposed
to handle this?!
He just kinda
Sweats and sits down beside them
Clears his throat awkwardly
“…So you know… You’re getting to the age where…”
“You’re going to want to start to… Fulfil some needs…”
“And… Sometimes you may want to… Fulfil them with
And staring at the floor
“I-It’s only natural, of course… But…”
“I wouldn’t recommend it at your particular age…”
The poor child is also looking at the floor awkwardly
“But… If you… Ugh… Find someone you want to… Yeah…
Well… Just use contraception or protection or whatever… I don’t want to
become a granddad yet…”
And with that he just stands
From the room
Before it gets anymore awkward
“Alright I think we need a man talk don’t you?”
They just look at him
Surely they know what’s coming
“So you’re a teenager now, your hormones are all over the
The son is now looking awkwardly at the floor
“You’re probably wanting to relieve yourself of something,”
What did you just
“Now that’s all fine, but if you happen to get it on with a
lady, please use a condom, yea? I mean, if you wanna get it on with a man then
I mean there’s no pregnancy risk but-”
“I get it dad please
“Ah okay good good,”
He pats them on the back and leaves
He’s a little more awkward with a daughter
He kinda sits on the sofa and shuffles over to them
“So, you’re a teenager and you’re changing,”
She just looks at him with absolute confusion
“There are also lads who are changing, as are their intentions,”
“And they’ll be wanting to be more than a friend, and
probably hoping for more than a cuddle because of their raging hormones,”
“If they end up having sex with you I will probably have to
have a word because I’m not happy especially
at this age, and if they even think of not using a condom in future with you I
“Dad it’s fine it’s okay please
He’s probably rambling to himself about boys using his
daughter and how he will be at their house in no time if they disrespect her
He doesn’t understand this hugely himself
As he hasn’t felt the hormones humans feel
So while he may have similar functions
They’re not the same
“I think we should talk about sex.”
The child just goes wide eyed
He clears his throat and begins
“So when two people love each other very much they often
feel the need to reproduce, and this begins to happen around your age. I,
personally, have no experience in this manner, but there’s a lot of teenage
pregnancies these days and I really
would prefer it if you didn’t get wound up in all that at your age because you’ve
got a lot to do before you get weighed down with the responsibilities of a
child. Not that having a child is bad of course! I mean look at you – you’re
amazing. But raising a child at your age wouldn’t be easy, especially with
exams, and friendships, and other things… There are these great forms of
He hands them about
options! I mean of course I don’t recommend you having sexual intercourse at
your age but I mean if you do it you do it, you’re probably not going to tell
your parents so if I provide you with
these options to prevent you becoming a parent yourself at least that will
prevent my early grandfather-hood.”
The child is speechless
He just looks at them expectantly
They’ve got the pamphlets in hand
And just looking at them awkwardly
They stand up and leave uneasily
Meanwhile you walk in and see Kiibo looking chuffed
“How did it go?”
“I believe it went splendidly!”
He smiles and pats your shoulder before going to prepare
He just sits down with a drink for the both of them
You can tell he wants to run from the room at the second
But Amami places a hand on his
“It’s a complicated thing,”
His son is uneasy
“But you’re probably going to start to want to engage in
sexual activities with someone you like,”
He looks at him sternly
“Just please. Don’t get anyone pregnant. I don’t recommend
sex at your age at all – there’s plenty of things you should be doing while you’re
young that you’ll miss when you’re older!”
His son is just nodding to try and end the conversation
“You are listening right?”
“Yes dad! I won’t
have sex!! Can I go now?!”
“One more thing. The parental settings are there for a
reason. Remember that.”
His son just exhales and flees the room
He just knocks before entering her room
“You know the age you’re at now is a tough one,”
Where the f did that
“And with someone as lovely as you, there will be many
people after you. But you don’t have to engage with all of them. Don’t kiss
them just because they like you – don’t have sex because they want to-”
“Woah dad what!?”
He begins to explain sex to her
“That’s not what I was asking!!”
“What gives you the idea I’ll be having sex any time soon?”
He is silent. Then
nods and kisses her on the head
“Well that’s good,”
His son looks at him
“Aha! I knew you were thinking about it!”
“I wasn’t actually-”
“Sex is a great thing– but not at your age. Think of all the
things you could be doing instead of
having sex! All the other things that won’t make me an early grandfather!”
His son is literally flabbergasted
“I- ugh, I wasn’t-”
He’s about to leave the room
“Condoms are your friend if you so decide to have some fun
His son just glares furiously at the floor
He sits down at the table with her
“Now. You know everyone around you will start ‘dating’ soon.”
She just stares blankly
“And there may be people who want to date you too!”
“With dating comes hugging, cuddling, kissing and sex.”
“Well there’s more than tha-”
“And I’d rather you didn’t get involved with the last,”
She’s just silent and blushing
“Because some guys may be trying to use you for it, and if
they did I’d have to get my hands dirty. No one uses you for sex, whether that’s
now or ever.”
“…Thanks dad but I won’t be…”
He pats her on the back before whispering
“If anyone does try
though, just tell me.”
He honestly can’t talk about it
Because he ends up getting flustered
So he ends up getting a tonne of articles off the internet
And getting pamphlets
And then educational videos on youtube
“Gonta was wondering if you’d sit and watch some of these videos.”
His son/daughter sees the title of them
“No Dad I don’t think-”
“We can sit and talk about it instead?”
They watch the videos
And once done, and remarkably embarrassed, Gonta gives them
the print outs
“Gonta just wants to make sure you’re being safe,”
He hugs them and kisses them on the head
They’re just trying to get out of the situation as soon as
“Gonta wasn’t taught about this stuff in the wild – Gonta wants
you to be knowledgeable that’s all!”
They nod awkwardly
Gonta also looks embarrassed
He’s kinda looking at the floor
“If you ever need to buy… Stuff… Gonta will come with
They shake their head
And just thank him half-heartedly before leaving the room
He’s so embarrassed he goes and buries his head in your
So you just pat him on the head and tell him he did a good
He just sits down
And gets them a drink
Before staring at them intensely
They’re intimidated somewhat
And just sorta shift their weight in the seat
“Has the school talked to you about sex yet?”
They’re red in an instant
“What about your friends?”
They go even darker red
“I’ve heard bits…”
“Well. As you know. As a teenager you develop new needs. Sex
is a means of satisfying them for some.”
They can’t look him in the eye
So he clears his throat
“I’m not saying don’t do it, because you’ll probably end up
rebelling and going on a-… Just. Be careful if you choose to do it.”
They’re nodding and staring into the table
“If you do, use protection please.”
They’re now nodding on instinct
He begins to go into the details of STDs as well as
“And the problems of that and what they can result in-”
“I get it dad, can
I go now?”
He thinks for a minute
“Alright then. Your school will explain it better than me
They’re now shaking their head at the thought of it
He tried to persuade you to talk to them about it
Because he doesn’t feel he’ll be able to get them to listen
“Alright. You’re not a kid anymore, you’re changing and
wanting to do new things.”
They seem suspicious of the conversation
And he can tell
“I’ll get to the point. Sex ain’t something I recommend to
you as of right now.”
They’re looking as if they want to leave the room
But he just challenges them with a stare
“Your school will explain this a lot better than me. They
know the science crap, I’m just telling you from a father’s perspective that
pregnancy in your teens ain’t a good idea,”
And still trying to leave
“I can’t stop you doing anything though,”
He chews his liquorice
“There’s all sorts of fancy contraception choices these
He stands up now
“Just make sure to use one of em yeah?”
He prepares to walk out
But before he goes he turns
“I ain’t gunna babysit for you if you end up with a kid.
-looking at the baby bundled up in his arms before glancing at you and whispering in an awestruck voice “we made this” -emailing drop dead to ask them if their clothing comes in children’s sizes -accidentally drinking the baby formula because he thought it was a protein shake -taking your child to the dog shelter every weekend because “babe, if we’re gonna get one this is good practice” -letting your child colour in his tattoos whilst he’s just sitting and giggling slightly because “what? it tickles” -walking in on you breastfeeding and pouting because he claims that “its not fair, i never get boob time anymore :-(” -poking the baby’s cheeks and laughing at how your child is so squishy, yet he rolls his eyes whenever you do the same thing to him -”babe, look, look, a green day onesie!” -the baby would probably fall asleep on his chest and calum would just rub soothing circles into their back until he followed suit -”no, trust me, the guitar is overrated, don’t pay attention to uncle luke. bass is way better bub, i swear. no listen–” -dressing your child up as a puppy for their first halloween -dropping the baby bottle and going “fuck–no wait i’m not allowed to swear anymore, shit–no, fuck i meant–” -teaching your child how to play soccer and letting them score on him all the time -”your mummy is so pretty, isn’t she bub?” “you’re still not getting laid tonight” -”aunt mali’s gonna take you out for ice cream, okay? that way me and mummy can have some alone time” -insisting that his kid is way better than uncle michael’s kid -”for fuck’s sake ashton, yes my child is getting all the nutrition they need, thank you very much”
Y/N, as normal was working on cooking. No, not forced, she loved to cook since she was little, so why not do it for all the un-grateful Lost Boys? Y/N hummed a song she knew from child hood. Peter was watching in the bushes like the stalker he could be, he was very over protective of her. Ever since Hook tried to kill her, he never let her out of his sight, not like she knew though.
You tasted the chili/soup carefully and her tongue was burning and she drank some water very quickly. “Ow…My poor tongue.” You mumbled. Peter appeared out of nowhere “Want me to help you, love?” He asked. You blushed deeply and smiled “No thanks Peter, I got it.” You said and started cooking again. The camp was lonely, except for a few boys.
Peter kissed your cheek softly, he went behind you grabbing your wrists. He helped you stir. You blushed again, Peter loved seeing your face red, it made him know he was the only one to make you feel special. No. One. Else. Last time someone tried to flirt with you, they were never seen again. Okay a bit over dramatic, he/(she) was put in a hole, for a few days.
You giggled remembering the memory, Peter’s face was so red with anger. Peter raised an eyebrow at you, “What are you gigglin’ about love?” He asked. You giggled again and pushed him away a bit and you turned around, “Just remembering how mad you were when that poor kid flirted with me.” You said, trying not to giggle.
Peter smirked and pulled you close, “We both know I could make you scream louder than he/(she) could ever” He whispered in your ear. You blushed again, hiding your face in his chest. He smirked and moved his hands softly and loosely, up and down your waist. You giggled and covered your mouth, he smiled wickedly. He started tickling your waist, you started laughing harshly.
Peter laughed too, its been awhile since he’s laughed. He started nipping at your neck, knowing that it also tickles you. You laughed louder, almost falling over. Peter caught you when you fell over. You both looked into eachothers eyes, remembering the first time you met.
You were spying on the boys
you fell off the branch and someone caught you
you both looked into eachothrs eyes
right then you fell for eachother
you both denied it
but both hearts yearned for eachother
You both leaned in, almost kissing. You looked at Peter smiling softly and pecked his lips, he smiled back softly. You both loved eachother dearly, damn, you guys were soul mates. Peter was happy he caught you. You were happy you got lost in love.
Peter pulled you into a hug, your limp body bloodied and beat.
“Brother..” Six sighs softly and squirms in my lap, as I gently pull her yellow hood backward, revealing the girl’s damp, black hair. “Why do you always brush my hair after I wash it?” Six crosses her arms, looking up at me curiously. “Why can’t I just let it dry?”
Gazing downward at my tiny sister, I offer my reply with a gentle smile. “Because if I don’t brush it, then you most certainly won’t, and if neither of us do it, then your hair will get tangled. That would cause you discomfort later, and, well, you know I can’t allow you to feel uncomfortable, sis.”
Six casts her gaze away from me momentarily, as she considers my argument. Upon understanding my reasoning, the girl returns her gaze to mine and nods her head. “Okay, you’re right.” A smile slowly forms across her lips, and her eyes seem to twinkle with joy. “You’re always lookin’ out for me, aren’t ya, bro?”
“Always am, and always will.” I reply, gently patting Six’s head with my palm, which causes her to giggle and playfully push my hand away. “May I brush your hair now?” I ask politely.
The little girl nods her head in consent.
Grasping a child-sized brush in my right hand, I cautiously press the bristles against Six’s scalp and begin slowly grooming her short, black locks, while my left hand rests against her back for support. After the task is complete, I set the brush aside. “All done!”
Suddenly very sleepy, Six yawns softly, rubbing her closed eyes with a balled fist. “Th…Thank you, brother.” She pulls the hood of her raincoat over her head and curls into a little ball against my warm stomach, closing her eyes.
“Good night, sis.” I whisper to her softly. “Love you.”
“Good night, brother. Love you too.” Six replies, her voice nearly inaudible, before dozing off.
I decided to put my own twist on one of my favorite (and sadly underrated) games!
Ty the Tasmanian Tiger
It’s such a great game and has played such a huge part in my child hood, I love the art style of this game and it was one of my biggest inspirations as a kid that really pushed my to try and make my art better!
Huge thank you to @spacecaptsteve for creating the scruffy little marsupial that helped guide me along my current path as an artist!
“Hm?” Reiner looked down at Eren when he heard him talk. Though upon hearing what he said, he started ‘blushing’ without the blush actually showing on his cheeks. “O-Oh. Um, thanks. I guess.” He said as he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck.
Eren hugged Reiner and nuzzled into his chest. “You are so cute when you try and act macho.” Teasing was one of many ways this Omega let potential mates know how he felt. He was definitely trying hard now on a child hood friend.
pls can you do one with calum. 12 and 17 . i love your blurbs!!!!!!!!!!!!
Calum heaved a sigh of relief — the full weight of his body slumped against the wall as a rough hand combed through his black locks, curls softly brushing against his palm and fingers — whilst a mischievous smirk toyed with the corners of his mouth.
“Babe…we have a whole hour by ourselves…” he murmured, his finger curled in a beckoning manner. When all you responded with were raised brows, he peeled himself from the door and strutted over to you - arms wrapping around your shoulders as your back was pressed against his chest. “Think about all the things we could do in sixty minutes.”
Ever since the two of you settled down and mutually decided to have kids of your own, any time spent alone - no matter if it was of the fun, sexy variety or both of you lying face down on your bed, your bodies intertwined but otherwise completely exhausted - that contained physical contact was a gift the neither of you wanted to pass up. And with one son spending the day at a peewee football camp and the other having a playdate down the street with a close friend of yours, you should have easily capitalized this situation. Not necessarily in a sexy, fun time way. After all, you could have collapsed on some comforting surface with ease before being reminded that you had to be an adult. But sixty minutes? The possibilities weren’t exactly endless - they were limited at best - but enough time for you to at least do something that you never thought you could normally do.
“Uh, babe, we’ve reached fifty-nine minutes, and the clock is still counting down. I have some ideas but—”
You hadn’t even realized you’d tuned him out until you felt his plump lips peppering your cheeks with wet kisses. A small giggle erupted from him as he then rocked you back and forth in his arms - mouth still attached to your soft skin. The eyeroll was completely involuntary on your part. A dork, you thought. Married to a total dork. Nonetheless, the giddy chime in his voice was infectious, and you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as well.
“I swear I must’ve married a man-child,” you teased, pressing a quick peck to his bicep that rested on your shoulder.
“What are you talking about?” he queried; his voice held overwhelming amounts of sarcasm and mock offense. “I am very mature.”
You were prepared to interject a comment when he spun you around so that you were now facing your husband - that wicked look of mischief once again present in his shining eyes - and hefted you so his broad shoulder painfully dug into your chest. Shuffling his feet, you suddenly found yourself being heaved onto the couch with a slight thud - the cushions make a poof sound. Calum was quick to climb on top of you - his entire body weight leaving you groaning - as you kept your face covered with your hands; before you could peek between your fingers, you felt his rough hands gently covering your own, his smile wide as he went back to work covering your face in sloppy kisses whilst you sputtered and squealed with glee. Your face was cradled in his hands when your tongue poked between your lips - though he was quick to lightly catch your it between his teeth, his eyebrows waggling.
Although you struggled to form any words - you could almost hear his pun-infused thoughts: Calum got ‘yer tongue? - you reluctantly attempted. “Thith ith how you wanna thpend the latht thithty-theven ninutes?”
He had to pull away, snickering under his breath and burying his face into your shoulder. Despite your pout being ignored, you teased the dark curls of his hair by twirling them between your fingers.
“Just remember, babe,” he said, voice muffled against your collarbone. “You said yes to all of this. Man-child and all! Now,” Calum’s voice seemed to drain of the childish tone - now much more serious, “let’s make the most of these fifty-six minutes.”
Thank you so much! And I’m sorry if this wasn’t all that great. P.S. My blurbs love you more. xx
@luke_is_a_penguin: The thirs Starbucks addict is on its way. Can’t wait to hold baby Hemmo in my arms. Let’s hope the little one won’t be scared of my punk rock height :-) Huge shout out to my woman for carrying our baby ♥ #HemmingsClan #Hemmo2015
@calumhood: Look at that cute Vans on the right side. Calum Jr will have a great taste in fashion. Hurry up, little one, daddy can’t wait to teach you hot to be cooler than your mommy. #TheHoods :D
@ashtonirwin:WE’RE PREGNANT! Today, we went to an ultra-sound to finally see our little one. There’s something special and appealing about seeing a new life on a black and white screen. Can’t wait to experience the parenthood with the love of my life. Thank you baby girl for this amazing gift. I love your and love our love child endlessly. #BabyIrwin
@micahelgclifford: I don’t want to hide it anymore. Baby Clifford is coming in this year. Princess already has got everything. A beautiful mama, handsome papa and three over-protectice uncles..and of course her little tiara. :) #ProudDaddy
I’m so sorry for taking so long to update! My
life is absolutely crazy right now.
A very special thank you to @thisisamadhouse and @onhowtobecrazy who
read this through for me and told me it was not awful. Thank you darlings! This
is not beta-ed, so sorry in advance.
did not know what had woken her.
She was used
to waking up suddenly, gasping for air, soaked in sweat with her heart beating
erratically, and sometimes even screaming out, due to the more than usual
nightmares that haunted her.
time, her eyes did not snap open and her senses did not hit her all at once.
moment Regina was enwrapped in peaceful slumber, buzzing energy travelled about
her body, and her heart, for once, was at ease. She moved a little, and slowly
became more and more aware of the fact that what she was laying upon was not
her mattress. Her mattress did not breathe, or snore.
took a deep breath – taking in the scent of pinewood and sweat that was strangely
familiar – and eased herself more into the warm, delicious embrace of whatever
was holding her. She hummed in agreement to the arm that held her a little
tighter around the waist when she moved. It felt quite good, she felt well
rested and safe, which was something she had not felt for a very long time.
energy made her want to sleep the morning away there, even though she was now
conscious that she was on top of somebody and that both of them were stark
Here’s Part Three and probably last part :) Hope you guys love it x
I waited for him to reply but he blankly stared into my eyes. “My drink?” I interrupted. He shook his head to get out of his trance and nodded,“It’ll be right up… Um…” He trailed, glanced at his wrist and then wrote something down on a cup. It was probably my name.
I start to leave for the waiting counter, hoping he’d say something but of course he stays silent and moves onto the next customer… I received my drink a little bit after the encounter, secretly still hoping he’d stop me but nothing came out of his mouth.
I pull the door open and step out, inhaling a fresh breath of air and then sadly took a sip out of my drink before taking small steps towards my place. I hated how I waited for nothing. I walked a few more blocks, probably three, when- “(YN)!” I hear.
I stopped in my tracks and then turned my head and body far enough to see who was calling me. It was him. I see him rushing towards still in his uniform, a pained expression slowly leaving his face and then turning into a content face. A smile appeared too. “(YN)…” He breathed heavily to catch his breath. “(YN)… I’m so glad I… Caught up and… I really need to tell you something…” He was bent down and he was wiping non-existent sweat from his forehead. I stood silent, though, I didn’t know what to say.
The next few minutes was silent as he tried to catch his breath. “Okay,” he finally started,“May I?” He asked gesturing towards my hand. I nod and lift it towards him. Grabbing it gently, he lined his wrist with mine and in a hushed tone said,“You see that?” I looked and on his wrist was my name in familiar black ink-looking words,“(YN)”. My breath hitches in my throat as I nod. He continued,“You have my name, I have yours. We’re soulmates.” He dropped my wrist and positioned himself so he was standing about a foot away from me. “I’m sorry I didn’t stop you earlier… I still couldn’t believe you were my soulmate… You’re actually so beautiful it made me speechless,” he blushed. “T-thanks,” I grin and smiled at the ground, running my fingers over the name imprinted on my wrist,“I couldn’t believe you were mine either.” “So… Wanna go on a date sometime? I mean… If you feel comfortable… I just…” I hear his breathing slow down as he tried to calm himself down,“I really want to get to know you.” I didn’t even hesitate when I nodded, but I tried not to make it obvious that I was really, very happy.
“Yes! So I’ll meet you at the cafe at 7 tomorrow? I’ll take you to a movie or dinner maybe bowling? What would you like to do?” He was adorable as he was starting to ramble but he stopped himself. “You can choose, but please not anything over the top,” I reply. He nods quickly,“Okay, sounds good… Ummm… Can I get your number tomorrow? It’s actually still my shift. I just needed to talk to you before you never come back for good.” I laugh lightly and nod,“Of course.” “Okay.. Thanks!” He starts to run,“Bye (YN)! See you tomorrow!” I chuckled at his child-like attitude. “Bye!” I scream back and began walking home, a smile never leaving my face.
Since this the last part, PLEASE REQUEST SOME NEW IDEAS. Thanks :) p.s. Sorry how there’s no picture!
It’s me Paige. Right now I’m just having a lot of trouble finding happiness in my life. A couple years ago my parents got a divorce, & honestly it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to go through. Now, next month I am moving from the house I’ve lived in my entire life & I don’t know what to do. This is my home. How can I just leave the place my child hood took place in? All the fun times? It’ll be gone forever. I’m also a junior in high school & I honestly cannot wait for college bc I feel like I can never find friends that I can truly relate to. I’m just over all of this & I don’t know what to do so I’m hoping you can tell me something. But I also want to thank you for helping me through these times with your music. I wouldn’t be able to manage through this without you. I love you & I hope we can meet soon.
Hey pretty lady! You can always use a surrogate and put your eggs there, you can always adopt a baby! Yes your awesome and your genetics would be awesome but the way the baby's raised is a lot more important because somebody can reproduce but if they don't guide and raise the child then they aren't really a parent! Your body just can't handle the amount of awesome mini you would be, so don't be sad, there's always ways!
my eggs are infertile because of chemotherapy, but I know i can adopt! you are so sweet though, thank you. it made me smile.