#king of lounging

[dreamings-free]

Louis in a writing session in Nov/Dec 2021 - colourised version of this photo by recolourise

#king of lounging #he looks so comfy #louis #in the studio #nov 2021 #dec 2021 #david sneddon #posted: #18.11.22 #edit #colourised #cropped

[dcxdpdabbles]

i don’t know if I’m allowed to ask right now and feel to ignore this but I just really like your shit so here I am :D

anyway

I love the thought of Fanny being the ghost king and the crown not fitting on his head so it falls to his neck line where it hangs off his neck and is either the spikes(idk what the call the pointed bits-) are short enough to see his face or they are thin enough to see though and then when he’s in his human from the crown turns into a black neck tattoo that’s really pretty and stuff!! So imagine this, Danny in Gotham and he’s a singer for Penguin and some rouges or something and he’s irritated so instead of running he continued to sing and it actually sways the course of the fight in favor of his allies while the enemies ears or like bleeding or something as his hair turns white and his eyes go green as the crown shins around his neck and let’s say that his outfit is quite androgynous and nice looking but he’s really pissed because it was a gift and it got damaged or bled on and this starts a rumor that Danny is a meta so the bats and birds go to investigate

Hope you like it and do a little Drabble :)

They hear about the Siren for the first time after a bit of trouble happens to go down in Old Man Rob's. At first, they were a little shocked that anyone would dare give Rob any sort of trouble, seeing as it was a general unwritten role to leave the old man who made clothes for the working girls/boys and for the Gotham Rouges well enough alone.

His work was so well appreciated that the Rouges would even send their minions to outfit them with the standard hire goon outfit. Joker swears by his purple cloth that only Rob could make his men look good.

Old Man Rob made the clothes right out of his home, so anyone who went to him would have a hot cup of tea and soft music from Rob's home country playing in the background. Everyone agreed that Old Man Rob's was welcoming and neutral grounds.

So imagine the uproar when some stupid out-of-city punks attempted to follow some working girls into the house and trash the place. The girls had taken refuge with Old Man Rob after realizing the punks were much more dangerous than they first thought.

When Rob tried to defuse the situation, things turned ugly as one of the men punched the old man to the ground- injuring his back. They had then attempted to take the screaming girls, gone about the house for anything valuable, and smashed everything that wasn't with a bat.

That's when Siren walked in. The androgynous being looked around before throwing themselves onto the men like the snaring mystical creature they earned their name from.

Siren had taken care of the men and had even had them hand-delivered to Penjuin when the supervillain caught wind that the fools were responsible for Rob not being able to complete his latest suit due to his back injury.

One of the working girls had texted her boyfriend, who was employed with Penguin, and that meant the Rouge, with a group of men, had rushed over to help not even ten minutes later.

Once everything was settled, Rob had enough time, as he was being transported to the hospital, to give Siren their outfit as a gift, and Penguin overheard the old man wishing Siren luck on his audition.

After a bit of question, Penguin gave Siren his card and told them to swing by the Iceberg Lounge for an audition if the one they were going to didn't work out.

That was all the Bats were able to gather from the last working girl, who is Jason's informate. Since Siren had no other known sighting, the Bats let them fade into obscurity until rumors of a hot new singer began to feature at the Iceberg Lounge.

Their voice left hundreds of clubgoers memorized, even those who didn't often prefer slow seduction songs when going to the club. The Iceberg does have a more classy feel about it but Siren could make anyone stop for their voice.

Bruce thought it was wise to investigate the meta after rumors that Siren would often help security when someone got too rowdy by singing a tone that could make human ears bleed. So far, there wasn't much information past rumors, and Penguin hadn't made the singer a member of his crime yet, but it was only a matter of time.

No one that powerful could remain neutral with the company they kept.

That's why Dick, Cas, and Jason all dressed to the nines and visited Iceberg Lounge with Brucie Wayne's unlimited credit card. They are treated VIPs- as the Lounge is a legitimate business despite everyone knowing the owner is Penguin- and are seated right before Siren's stage.

The lights drop, and the music tickles to a stop so the live band can get into place. Dick adjusts his cuffs, presses the record button on the hidden video camera on the metal, and leans on his hands to point it to the stage.

They are all wearing earplugs, hoping to stop Siren's powers, but it's better to have someone far away who won't be effect by the sound watching just in case the three get mind-controlled.

The singer who takes the stage is beautiful androgynous in everything from their outfit to their features, but none can deny their beauty of them. They stand in a shimmering black suit resembling a modern king attire, with a half veil dripping from their shoulders. A particular ice crystal snowflake design tattoo circles their neck in a breath-catching upturn of their head.

Once Sirens opens their mouth in the first verse, Cass can understand why the mythical creatures could lure sailors to their water deaths. The voice is as beautiful as the singer, and she can't look away.

She rises with the tempo, falls with the beat, and flouts into the rhythm of Siren's voice. It's not until the singer descends the stage to sing to the lucky few upfront does she realizes she has forgotten why she came here tonight.

Jason carefully presses his foot against her, and she struggles to take her eyes off Siren to look at her bother. His face is relaxed and cocky, like the wealthiest man son can be, but his body language screams worry.

Worry for her.

Shoot, had she allowed herself to fall under Siren's spell?

The singer struts back to the stage, arms raised before slowly lowering on the last long memorizing note, and the lights drop. She clasps politely along with the rest, her heart fluttering.

"That was amazing!" Dick cheers, whistling like a loon. His civilian persona does resemble Brucie the most. "Encore! Encore!"

Siren looks at their table with a bashful smile, and Cass's heart falls. Before she can do anything knowing what that means, the doors to the lounge get blown right off the hinges, and screams erupt through the room.

A rival gang is tearing through the room. Cass hits the ground with her brothers, mentally cursing they can't blow their cover as the thugs quickly round up hostages. One grabs Siren's veil, ripping it right off as the singer tries to run. The action causes them to trip over the stage's long walkway before falling into a table stacked with wine glasses.

She fights to urge to scream when Siren falls. Cass needs to focus on finding a place to change and get control of the situation. Siren could be hurt, they could be-

"You asshole!" The siren screams, standing up and neck tattoo flaring a bright blue. "You ruined my suit!"

The man scoffs, pointing a gun at their head "So what? It couldn't be that expensive for Penguin's little plaything to offered."

"It was a gift!" The siren screams in a sound voice as cold as ice and as unforgiving as death. Cass feels the air freeze over, and suddenly, Siren is signing. But it's not the sweet song from before; now, it's a dead melody that promises death.

She presses herself against the floor more, trying to escape the sound. Her heart is beating so fast that she wonders if she is dosed with Fear Toxin. Cass doubts the others are fairing better as sobs break through the room.

The man holding the gun drops to his knees, screaming and clutching his ears.

Siren remains standing, hair bleeding into white, eyes a blazing green, and his neck tattoo expanding into a crown that seems to cover the lower half of their face. It's a beautiful sight as much as it is terrifying.

Cass can't look away.

Just as quickly as it started, the signing ends when the man falls unconscious and Siren looks human again. They fret over their suit uncaring of the stares from the rest of the club, and make their way to the changing room without a by-your-leave.

Cass is in love.

"We have to report this to B," Jason hisses. "That was Lazaurs Wails."

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #The Siren of Iceberg Lounge #requests #dead silent #Danny is androgynous goals #Nonbinary Danny #Ghost King Danny #They just want to sing bro let them sing

[retroautomaton]

🎃🦇🦴

#so. I know it’s a little early #it’s not even september yet #but I thought I’d go out all out for now good reason and draw my favorite guy lounging #he’s got that pelvis out look going on #I joked with my friend if having the pelvis out was too much #but I like it he looks more relaxed I had like #king in robes kind of a look in mind #Jack skellington #nightmare before Christmas #I also made myself giggle that it’s supposed to be this loose suit but it kinda looks like pajamas #so that’s fun

[rickybaby]

Daniel addressing the negative reaction to his team’s new name

#I mean did he lie tho? #sure it’s great to have legacy attached to a name #but in a resource-intensive sport like f1 the sponsors are king #and even if a legacy team like mclaren have some £5 vape manufacturer on their car or others have defunct crypto exchanges #what can a back fielder like RB to do if they actually want to get ahead? #for all the moaning about red bull having two teams at least they’re not just content to lounge at the back simply #because they don’t want to invest more in the team (cough Haas cough) #daniel ricciardo #car launch 2024

[babyyoda234]

Cobblepot's Cabana

Summary: Working for Oswald Cobblepot has its perks. Mr. Cobblepot always gives out Christmas and summer bonuses, you get excellent health insurance... However, working at a pool owned by one of Batman rogues can put you at odds with the Caped Crusader himself. One day, the Riddler and Killer Croc team up to defeat Batman. This team endeavor doesn't work out the way they expected.

Lifeguard POV:

There wasn’t any mention of how to handle situations like this during the certification. Teenage boys doing back flips into the shallow end? Yes. Nose bleeds? Of course. Clocking into work to find the Gotham knight fighting not one, but two of his rogues on the pool deck? Absolutely not. Nothing could have prepared me to witness the all out brawl that was occurring during my shift. Or the fact that Killer Croc’s tail defensively slapped the Riddler, Batman, and Robin into the pool. Tyler hands me the lifeguard tube with a sly smile.

“Good luck with that. I’m going to go pee.”

If I wasn’t so concerned for the teenage vigilante getting his face pushed underwater by a crocodile, that would have been incredibly annoying.

Staring at the drowning quartet, I am faced with a dilemma.

Do I get paid enough for this? (No)

Would interrupting the feud end with my imminent death? (Probably)

Poor Eddie Nygma flails desperately against the waves made by Killer Croc and Batman wrestling. For such an intelligent guy, one would have assumed he would at least know how to doggy paddle... One would be wrong. Every time the man, known to the rest of the world as the Riddler, touches the water... He sinks. It's honestly impressive how quickly he can reach the bottom of the pool. His panicked green eyes cause my heart to swell.

Dammit... Fine.

Within moments, I plunge into the icy water. Of course today of all days Cobblepot would turn the temperature down for dramatic effect. Fighting against Killer Croc's waves, I lunge for Eddie first. Avoiding his panicked limbs, I shove the buoy flush against his chest. Eddie clings onto the life preserver with a grateful gaze as I meet a face full of salt water.

My eyes burn from the impact. Resurfacing a few feet away, the vigilante/ crocodilian brawl somehow managed to turn on the manual waves. I watch in disbelief as Eddie gets pulled in their direction. His feverishly pale skin and blue lips chill me to my core.

"Oh.. No you don't!" I gasp struggling against the current. Another wave pushes me under. Stay calm. You've done this before. Opening my eyes, my heart stops when I register what I am face to face with.

Void like black eyes stare emotionless in my direction. With skin so grey and smooth, I'm almost tempted to run my hand across. However, the hundreds of sharp teeth keep me at bay. There's a shark in the pool, King Shark, to be exact... and he's not happy about the wrestling match going on above. Typical Gotham. Funny enough, I checked the attendance log this morning. Nanaue canceled his membership months ago, but that's none of my business.

From the corner of my eye, I vaguely make out the faint outline of the drowning boy wonder. The kid’s head is above water for now, but the heavy plated Robin suit cannot be easy to swim in.

Sometimes, King Shark confuses the lifeguards for poolside snacks. Easy mistake really. Cobblepot had warned us previously of the last guard who got eaten. Unzipping my fanny pack, I fumble for my saving grace: a small tuna packet from my morning lunch. Offering it to the shark, I await his response. That must have been the right move because a smile emerges with hundreds of teeth barring all at once.

Pressure and panic spreads throughout my body from the lack of oxygen. Crawling to the surface, my lungs gasp for air while I assess the current situation. Eddie's conscious, yet even with the raft his lips are still tinged with blue from his underwater adventure. Robin's fighting with less vigor than before. He doesn't have much time. Killer Croc is in his element. And Batman? Well, like any Florida man wrestling with their local wildlife: he's doing his best. His sluggish movements are showing how much the cape and his weaponry are weighing him down.

Considering my options, I make the dumbest split second decision of my life: I ask for help. Diving under the oncoming waves, I gesture towards King Shark with as much pleading as I can muster. I don't speak Shark, but I motion to my fanny back to insinuate their would be more fish ahead. Nananue slowly nods his head before circling the water around me.

For a second, I think my life is over. Maybe my parents were right to throw a fit when I announced my acceptance into Gotham U. I'm sure Metropolis Lifeguards’ don't have to make bargains with their local trespassing aquatic life.

To my relief, King Shark doesn't bite my head off. With an impatient shimmy, he waits for me to hold on. I shrug before crawling on his back. We cut through the waves with such ease that I find myself in awe of the cartilaginous fish. If I swam like that, I would bum off Oswald Cobblepot too. The Riddler and his life raft tug loosely behind due to the harness around my waist.

Checking my watch, I frown.

Tyler was supposed to take me off stand ten minutes ago. That bastard. From the empty pool deck, I bet he left work early again... for the 3rd time this week.

Speeding past the giant iceberg in the center of the pool, King Shark reluctantly slows down once we near the frail looking teenager. Before I can hoist the kid up, Nananue eyes the young boy with interest.

"Don't even think about it. If you eat Robin, I have to explain to Cobblepot how you've been staying here for months without paying for a membership."

With an exaggerated sigh, the Shark man allows me to hull the kid half way out of the water. Somehow, Robins mask managed to stay on during the kerfuffle. His wet black hair sticks to his forehead. He's got a pulse. He's breathing. Reaching the pool deck, Robin’s limp form is proving ridiculously lofty to move.

Across the pool deck, Batman somehow managed to tranquilize Killer Croc. His damp armor makes a hilarious ~squish~ noise with every step. Eddie sprawls on his back muttering something I assume to be riddle associated. Robin's starting to regain color.

Thank goodness, I didn't have to do CPR; I do not want to be the one responsible for breaking the Boy Wonders ribs.

One eye flutters open, then the other. The intensity of his blue eyes catches me off guard.

"Instead of saving my life," He rasps with a mischievous grin, "Can you save my phone number?"

Very original.

I briefly consider shoving him back into the pool. If I hadn't spent the last 20 minutes trying to save his life, I would have. Instead of responding, I make eye contact with his Guardian.

"I'm going to need to ask you two to leave." I elaborate gesturing to my watch, "The pool closes at 9."

#iceberg lounge #batfamily #lifeguard #gotham x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #killer croc #king shark #gotham rogues #robin x reader #gotham #oswald cobblepot #batfamily x reader #batfamily fluff

[fisheito]

thinking about how nu world dante seems.... chiller than original dante. like yes he's still annoyed by blade and rei but he's not going Fur Standing on Ends Defensive prickle mode. he's more like... hey guys. can you maybe, stop. now. that would be great. and i'm gonna pretend it's partially because dante's parents are still alive in this timeline and he's had more supportive family around him for a longer time and he doesn't have to carry the weight of an entire crumbling kingdom on his budding dorito shoulders and he feels more secure and hfgrfsekejdfkrse

#maybe i'm hallucinating his calmness. does he seem less angry? am i engaging in wishful thinking? #he's a rich prince!! and his parents are still around to tuck him into bed!!!!! he's a baby!! LET HIM BE A BABY #no ethically difficult decisions made on behalf of your kingdom's success. no developing alcohol dependence to cope with nonstop pressures #he has hired a funky robot assassin to kidnap the Hot Demon King #so they can have a private interview in his palace's Refreshments Lounge #and dante can throw money at him because he's Hot and requires his Services #journey to a nu world #dante

[ravenmoodle]

The Cursed King is rarely without his formal clothes and jewels-

I realized that most of my art of him was in my OC lore animation, so I wanted to do a decent picture of him.

#my art #OCs #Cursed King #Keeping Crows #demon #lounge #it's lounge wear but it's also formal so ehh #monster boy #character design #artists on tumblr #this picture took fOREEVERR #really happy with it tho!! playing with lineart and i liiike

[arttypeomochao]

Summer on Planet Pop Star ⭐️ ☀️

#Kirby #Kirby fanart #digital art #elfilin #king dedede #waddle Dee #parasol waddle dee #meta knight #I gave Kirby’s house a deck specifically for Dedede to lounge on #I have no regrets

[kingbaldwinthe4th]

Modern day Baldwin

POV: You just got home from work and to your surprise saw your husband patiently waiting for you with a bouquet of roses before Christmas day

#king baldwin iv #as your husband #in modern day #he surprised you with a bouquet of roses #lounging on the couch while patiently waiting #wearing a santa claus hat #lol #such a cutie #christmas #fake scenarios #winter #he's in my wishlist

[osaka-lilac]

in honor of lance’s birthday here is the Biggest Lounge i’ve ever seen from him during the drivers parade

#a Hard Lean and Lounge mixed with a Large Pout. killing blow #lance stroll #fernando alonso #lance #king babygirl #f1 #formula one #mexico gp 2023

[cinemajunkie70]

A very happy birthday to Steve Buscemi!

#steve buscemi #reservoir dogs #the big lebowski #Fargo #ghost world #airheads #Billy Madison #trees lounge #animal factory #lonesome Jim #the interview #Mr. deeds #the king of staten island #pulp fiction #boardwalk empire #armageddon #con air #the death of stalin #grown ups #the sopranos

[unironicallycringe]

man I just kinda sometimes think about how they wrote canon gerudo Like That and then I'm like "whew, glad I have fanfiction so that I can pretend the gerudo are Not Like That"

#this is about tmm #but yea so anyways there are four main genders in orq'otish gerudo culture #vai and voe of course #but then also voie and vei #voie is basically an umbrella term for any sort of polygender #and vei is an umbrella term for any sort of agender #there just happen to be less voe but theyre not disallowed #i never liked the every century theres a guy born and hes automatically KING #also the gerudo clothing being revealing and ill suited to the weather is only a thing for wealthier ppl #bcuz they dont have to wander around in the fucking sand and heat and can lounge instead #doing hashtag hot girl shit #this is a ramble dont worry about it #mask maker musing #gerudo #loz headcanons

[h20goflashnsplashsealrideon]

i got the cutest foking swim ring (for free!) at a yard sale today RAAHHHHH 💥 💥💥💥💥💥 it has a leak so i need to patch it up but im glad to have it. it came with the one its sitting on but idc abt it as much cuz it's got mikey mouse on it and i hate that rat

also: Booboo Moose

#pooltoy #objectum #not pictured because im laying on it: an intex king kool lounge. classique!

[ashes-in-a-jar]

I can't believe I didn't notice until now but episode 150:

MELANIE: Er, I just wanted to talk to you about… well, um… my career, I guess. My position in the archives.

ARCHIVIST: I see.

MELANIE: Look. (pause) I’m not going to do my job anymore.

ARCHIVIST: I am not sure I follow you. We can’t quit, we’ve all tried.

MELANIE: I didn’t say I was going to quit, I said I’m not going to do my job.

No researching, no filing, no field trips, nothing that is going to help the Institute in any way. I’ll still be around, I just… I can’t be a part of this anymore.

Do. Do you mean to tell me that up until now since the Unknowing they were doing their research and filing jobs like usual?? Basira? Daisy?? Melanie???

Wild

#seriously i thought they just lounge around on their phone or doing physical therapy or somth. except when basira is off somewhere #cant believe melanie is only stopping then lmaoo #tma #the magnus archives #mag 150 #tma 150 #Melanie king #Jonathan Sims

[heartscrypt]

also curious whats cyrus' dynamic like with the other pop music club members . are they silly w/ each other. ive been wondering abt how he is with cater mostly so

they are SO silly with each other i even drew them out thats how silly they are :3

long post ahead!!!

cyrus & cater:

when put together cyrus and cater are like the trope-y catty girl bffs in high school movies. you know the ones. they aren't each other's Number Ones if that's what you're thinking but they're pretty close. they both know what its like to constantly be putting on a show for other people but they'll never admit that their respective facades are fake even to each other. also they share a mutual hatred of sweets and often go off-campus to cute restaurants together in their free time to get pics for the magicam.

cyrus & lilia:

lilia is probably one of the few people cyrus genuinely enjoys spending time with without any catches or stipulations. like if people cyrus normally likes to be around start to bore him, he'll ditch them in a heartbeat-- but he never finds lilia to be boring. lilia tells her stories about his travels which she absolutely adores (and she never questions how on earth he's so well traveled when he looks so young). cyrus actually used to visit diasomnia dorm regularly for a reason that will not be specified here but he's stopped currently because sebek came to school and sebek terrifies the crap out of cyrus much to lilias amusement.

cyrus & kalim:

they are fairly friendly. hard not to be friendly w kalim but cyrus thinks kalims entertaining in that he's always cluelessly down for anything. so she enables kalims impulsive behaviors really hard. like she'll egg him on to throw lavish parties for just about anything they can and will always nudge him towards the most fun option (for her). he is a really bad influence ON PURPOSE because it pisses jamil off and cyrus doesn't like jamil at all. the feeling is really mutual

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #cyrus de seirene #cater diamond #lilia vanrouge #kalim al asim #heartscreations #heartscribbles #basically theyre all on good terms #however the one gripe they all have w cyrus is that he does NOT attend pop music club meetings on the regular #she shows up when she feels like it. shes such a flake #its ok though because they barely do anything in there #plus whenever she does come she's managed to finagle stuff from the mostro lounge kitchens so they have things to snack on #while they do literally everything But play music #forgot to tag jamil i guess but really this post isnt about him #all my other posts are though<3 love u king

[ruthlesslistener]

Pk catching pieces of meat herrah tosses at him 🥺. I love the idea of these two "bonding" whether they want to or not. And pk loafing is so cute bruh.

Yo same! I think my favorite thing to write with PK and Herrah's dynamic is this sort of mutual hostility that fades down to a begrudging respect (more on PK's end than Herrah's) once each realizes that the other would do anything to save their people. Herrah might disagree heavily with PK and thinks that he has a stick up his ass, and PK thinks that Herrah shows too little respect to someone as dangerous as him/acts too much like a wild ovulating wyrm for comfort, but both are very stubborn and engaged rulers of their respective tribes with a mutual hunger for fresh meat. Enemies to begrudging allies is so good, especially when there's a kid in the mix with 'em. Really rustles up the dynamic a bit if your previous enemy was the one who sired your heir, or was the mother to the one child that you could truely call alive after centuries of watching your trueborn corrupted heirs perish

The meat-snapping might be something that PK needs to work on, though- he's too damn uptight to accept a more casual way of accepting food, which results in scraps smacking him in the face more often than not. Catching him post-sleep is more effective, as he's then not acting like a long-suffering noble- but either result is amusing to Herrah, so she doesn't care

#hollow knight #the pale king #herrah the beast #making creatures lounge and loaf is top priority no way i couldnt draw him loafin #anon #reply