Silly Goofy Head Cannon

Anyways miraculous sapphics everybody

ugh what do u MEAN i have to publish my work so people know im a writer?? whack.

i keep seeing sm good omens gifs and spoilers and i see gay and idk i think that means i should really watch it

okay spiderverse au where izuku is the guy in the chair for katsuki; he's had to come out once or twice as like a sidekick or smth to help out katsuki in a pinch (not that he'd admit it but izuku knows and just does it because who's gonna stop him? definitely not katsuki)

he also calls katsuki "katsuki" cause i say so and in this au they would be more acquaintances since they grew out of eo during childhood but izuku calls him kacchan when he wants to annoy or tease him

katsuki only calls him "deku" when he's out as spiderman and is talking to him through the communicator in his suit (izuku, with the help of hatsume, remade his more,,, rudimentary outfit)

izuku: really? ur gonna go out in that?

katsuki, in big platform boots, cargo pants, a tank top, domino mask and vambraces on his arms: stfu

izuku found out about katsuki being spiderman p fast

katsuki: what do u want nerd?

izuku: oh yk mom and i were watching the news last night and this article came up and yk, its so interesting-

katsuki: get to the fuckin point

izuku: -dont interrupt me unless u DONT want a more high-quality suit for ur next patrol

katsuki: next patrol? what-

izuku: ur spiderman arent u

katsuki:

izuku:

katsuki: ... stupid shitty nerd and his stupid shitty observation skills

izuku: yeah anyways, ur coming with me after school ;)

katsuki: wait-

hatsume, ofc, has a million and one ideas for gadgets for the team

katsuki: will this shit explode again?

hatsume, with a wide grin: only ur enemies

katsuki, grinning feraly: perfect

and other times...

hatsume: so i got a new idea for the magnet boots babies-

katsuki: no.

hatsume: wait-

katsuki: no, that shit almost ripped me apart. no.

hatsume, pouting: ur no fun, when have i ever [izuku and katsuki open their mouths to answer] no dont answer that

maybe its the sleep deprivation but like-

klee: look brother albedo! theyre bat people!

albedo: klee, its not polite to point at people

klee: is there a place where klee can go fish blasting mr batman? *gasp* wait would u look to join klee to fish blast?!

robin: what is this fish blasting?

red robin: i think im a bit scared to find out

red hood: aw but shes such a cute kid *kneels in front of klee* how do we go fish blasting?

klee, with manic delight and pulling out a humpty dumpty: with this!

albedo, prepared to make shields: klee, dont set off bombs near people

nightwing, choking on his saliva: BOMBS?!

red hood, taking off his helmet and wiping fake tears: they grow up so fast

robin: you literally did not know of her existence till 30 minutes ago

batman: what am i even here for

game companies should be fucking EMBARRASSED about being inaccessible. it should be mortifying to ship a game with shit captions or no UI scaling options or no option to disable flashing / strobing effects. games lauding their character customization should be laughingstocks for not including hearing aids or congenital disorders or prosthetic limbs. EA should be publicly fucking humiliated for the sims series being 23 goddamn years old and include cats and dogs and horses and werewolves and zombies and mermaids and star wars and not FUCKING WHEELCHAIRS.

Thinking about “Kikimora’s trying to kill you. And UNFORTUNATELY I’m too nice to let that happen” in the context of the finale. How bad do you have to do to get Luz “too nice to let her enemies kill each other” Noceda say nothing and stand aside as her friends stomp your face in? How badly do you have to traumatize and hurt her and her friends that she’d let you die? Belos knows.

“Your ancestors are amazed at all your spices!”

“Your ancestors are impressed that you are an educated woman!”

“Your ancestors are proud that you are thriving in spite of what society did to them and you”

It’s all very sweet! But! Necromancy! Is! Still! Illegal! Your ancestors are going back in the ground!

Stop resurrecting them to show off!

bruce wayne absolutely keeps every single drawing, card, and handmade gift his kids have ever given him. like, every single one. no matter how messy, weird, or even accidentally insulting (looking at you, jason’s “world’s okayest dad” mug from when he was thirteen), he keeps them all.

he has a drawer in his desk with the “important” ones—like the first time dick called him dad in a scribbled crayon card, or the weird but endearing origami bat tim made when he was sleep-deprived.

but the real collection? it’s in a reinforced, locked safe in the batcave.

alfred found out once when he caught bruce carefully putting away a pile of random childhood drawings. when asked why he had an entire safe dedicated to them, bruce just muttered something about “sentimental value” and refused to elaborate.

but really, he just can’t bear to part with them. his kids may not always say it, but those little gifts? they were proof that, in their own way, they loved him. and no matter how much time passed, no matter how rocky their relationships got, he never wanted to forget that.

..

years later, damian finds the safe.

he’s not even trying to snoop—he was looking for something important, something mission-critical, and instead, he finds this. a locked safe, hidden behind a shelf in the batcave, coded with one of bruce’s personal encryptions. naturally, he assumes it holds classified files, maybe contingency plans, or something worthy of all the security.

he hacks it in under five minutes.

when the door swings open, damian stares.

it’s not secret mission files. it’s not weapons or emergency cash. it’s… drawings? old birthday cards? a lopsided clay model of a bat (which he immediately recognizes as drake’s terrible handiwork)?

his eyes narrow as he pulls out a faded crayon drawing—one of his, from when he was younger. it’s him, a wobbly little stick figure, standing next to bruce in an oversized bat symbol. he vaguely remembers making it, but he definitely doesn’t remember bruce keeping it.

“tt.” he huffs, shoving it back in the safe. ridiculous. sentimental. pointless.

and yet…

when bruce walks into the cave later that night, he finds the safe locked again, nothing out of place—except for one new addition. a freshly drawn sketch, carefully folded and placed on top of the pile.

it’s of the whole family. him, grayson, todd, drake, cain—everyone. standing together.

bruce doesn’t say anything about it.

but the next morning, damian notices that his drawing isn’t in the safe anymore. it’s framed on bruce’s desk.