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DAMN RIGHT😫😫

nothing but the truth

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Thinking about yandere! Batfamily cuz I’ve been eating that shit up vigorously on this hellsite, Buuuuut with a spin? I think? Well, if you’ve seen something similar to what I’m about to write, tell me and I’ll include a link to that for inspoooooooo.

So onwards!

Ex-fiancé of Bruce Wayne.

You and Bruce were together for a while, you knew about his vigilante secret nightlife and were there for Dick when he first came to the manor. You offered a salvation almost, a brief respite in Gotham.

However, you and Bruce were an arranged marriage set up before his parents had passed. He was only upholding it as a way to respect his parents last wishes in a sense. Plus Bruce only ever saw you as naive, sheltered and obnoxious. Dick was very wishy-washy with you too. At times, he would rely on you for the emotional support that Bruce lacked but would also spurn you for trying to replace his mother despite the fact that was not your intention. You just wanted to help a traumatised child find a space that was comfortable and safe enough that he could start to process said trauma.

So obviously, as it goes for these types of scenarios, you were alone in the Wayne manor with only Alfred as your friend, if not a stand-in father-figure. You had found out about Bruce’s other side by accident, having thought that someone was breaking in and had walked in on him stumbling to his room with Alfred’s help, still dressed in his Batman uniform. You never confronted him about that until you found out that he was taking Dick, a literal child, with him.

You had stormed into the Batcave, with Alfred’s help hehe, and began to berate Bruce for endangering a child. However, rather than listening like the sane person you had assumed he was, he blow up on you and broke you down to the most material aspect of your identity. He really honed in on your sheltered upbringing and lack of trauma, to his knowledge, and may have even acted out violently. Not towards you directly, but you know, punching the wall or throwing something against the wall nearest to you. Point taken, in your opinion.

But whilst you were doubting yourself and wanting to leave, Bruce acted like nothing was wrong and began to heavily gaslight you into believing it was none of your business and that he was only going to marry you out of obligation rather than love or emotional connection or even respect to you. So you were stuck in this scenario that if you were to leave, you would be seen as the problem. The issue. The defective one.

We may not see it in depth in the comics or cinematic universe, but like our reality, the elite are upholders of the patriarchy and are constantly obsessing over image and reputation. So if we were to apply this to our little Drabble here, then by leaving Bruce you would cause yourself and your family incredibly damaging social hurt.

You may have even turned to your mother about your concerns over this loveless arrangement but all she told you was to suck it up, and just like her situation with your father, you’ll learn to love him. But the other way round.

So you stuck with him. You learnt when he needed you to uphold his family’s name and reputation and when he din’t need you, aka for everything else. Throughout the years you were engaged to him, Dick had grown up and Jason was introduced.

See, unlike Dick, Jason took to you like a duck to water. He seemingly attached himself to you and Alfred as his rocks, but seemed to inherit Bruce’s opinion of you being naive and sheltered through observing and absorbing how Bruce treated you and spoke of you.

I can’t decide whether you finally break it off with Bruce when Jason dies or when you discover Bruce had been unfaithful, not necessarily with Taloa al Ghul and thus smeared your name in the dirt.

Let’s combine them I guess.

You obviously adored Jason and when you learned of his love for literature, you encouraged it wholeheartedly. Gifting him books upon books, so many that he could’ve started his own library if he wanted to. You dotted on him so much. And paparazzi ate it up, having hundreds upon thousands of images where you act parental towards him. Fixing his hair and clothes. Wiping his face with a napkin. Hugging him when he achieves something. Always attending his school functions. The works.

So when Bruce brings your dead baby boy’s body home, you were absolutely heartbroken. But to make matters worse, Bruce refuses to let you see Jason or say your goodbyes to him before he’s being prepped for his funeral.

That night, Alfred never left your side as your wails echoed throughout the newly emptied manor halls.

The funeral was torture for you. The paparazzi were at the gates like hunger hyenas as they demanded a statement from the Wayne estate, from you and Bruce. You were meant to be parents. You were meant to protect and love him.

Not unexpectedly, Bruce turned to drink to cope with his recent fallout with Dick, the death of Jason and the whole failure as a father thing. Whilst drunk, he starts making the moves on you. And you end up sleeping together a lot as a way to separate yourself from your grief. And as a further way to cope, you may delude yourself into thinking that Bruce actually loves you. Despite the fact that he was drunk when he spilled out empty confessions of love and desire and hope, and the fact that he never acknowledges it or you the next morning, having either left the room before you wake up or kicking you out of his room when the deed is done.

So it breaks you even further when one night Alfred tries to stop you from going to Bruce’s room but you shove past him, and slam open the door when you hear the giggles of another woman. But what you see may be worse, because there is Bruce with two other women enjoying moments of bliss so to speak.

So you turn away and head back to your room, too exhausted to cry. And you don’t know what hurts worse, the fact that he didn’t run after you or the fact that you still had a small sliver of hope that he could still love you. You spend the whole night waiting for him and hoping that he will knock on your door and explain this nightmare that you’ve been having.

That very morning you call up your personal accountant and make plans to separate your estate from Bruce’s, as well as as your family’s as you felt that they may try to financially bully you into staying with the Wayne man. Alfred seemingly knows what you’re planning and enters your room soundlessly as soon as the sun rises, wordlessly helping pack your things and leading you to the door where your chauffeur is waiting for you.

And this is where your relationship with Bruce ends.

To be honest, he wanted you to leave him. Having thought of you as a burden and in his mind, a waste of his time. So after the paparazzi and press die down, he seemingly forgot you ever existed and even went as far as having Alfred get rid of the portraits of the two of you in the manor. But Alfred keeps one, in his private chambers, the one where you looked truly happy. The one where it’s just you and Jason enjoying a simple afternoon tea on a summer evening, where the sky is as lovely and peaceful as the scene in front of the painter. Safe to say, Bruce’s father figure was insanely disappointed in him.

So, as the years go by, and as Bruce collects more and more lost souls, you live your life without him, on the opposite side of the city secure financially as the new curator of the Gotham Museum. Bruce thought you were sheltered and obnoxious, I never said you were actually that. In fact you’re quite intelligent, as your family hired the best people to teach you, but further than that, you were aware socially and culturally.

You get glimmers into Bruce’s life though. A tabloid page catching your eye, dancing around him at galas and events.

But fate being so cruel, you couldn’t avoid him and his brood forever.

It started with Damian and Jason, a duo that caused the end of your reality as you knew it.

When Jason comes back, his first thought is revenge. And because you had changed your last name (because your family disowned you), Jason had presumed you dead and sought revenge against Bruce in your honour among other things. It was when he revealed himself to Bruce as Jason that he monologues and briefly mentions you and your plight and suffering under the Wayne mantle, which causes the other Wayne children to grow curious.

Damian was the most curious. He knew of his father’s debauchery, including the love affair with Talia, yet this name had never come up in conversation with Bruce. It doesn’t take too long for Damian to profile you and know everything the media knew. Yet this wasn’t enough for Damian to become Yandere. Alfred had a hand in that, accidentally or not. He was lightly scolding the younger boy for bad social skills and physically fitting with his older brother Tim and made the mistake to leave Damien in his chambers, in a private living room whilst he made a quick escape to the Batcave to grab a first aid kit. Damien being the nosy little shit he can be, was curious and couldn’t sit still so he explored the mild mannered butler’s abode. And that’s where he found the portrait, in a smaller office-like room, above the mantle piece.

He only ever saw your reserved, almost sullen face through the media and hardy ever saw the light in your eyes in such pictures. Yet the artist of this painting seemingly caught the galaxies swirling in your eyes, the sunshine in your smile, the content in the wrinkles across your face as you lay Jason’s head on your shoulder. Something stirs within Damien, envy maybe, greed too. All he knew was that this was what he craved from his mother, his father, even his grandfather. Unadulterated affection and love, one that dismisses blood relations and fully envelopes an estranged as one’s own. He wonders, just briefly, would you embrace him like this too?

The thought stays with him. Builds inside of him, brick by brick to create something he couldn’t comprehend. And slowly he begins to seek your echoes in the Wayne manor, not being shy to ask his father or Alfred about you. He’s chasing your ghost.

Tim notices a change in Damien, and quickly makes the connection when his younger brother asks after you one too many times at the dinner table and begins to ponder your existence as well.

That’s all I have at the minute but I have really been fermenting this idea that an ex-fiancé of Bruce is pulled unwillingly back into the fold by people that they haven’t even met yet, who adore them without ever meeting. Who force the reader to take on the parental role, even if they abandon their father in the process or inevitably drag him into the chaos and hand him a goblet of obsession to sip at or chug at his leisure.

Ooof that was a lot. Lemme know if you want anymore but I’m back now, and I’m slowly catching up to all my requests. Currently i have about 10 done with 20 ish left to do. Won’t post them until they’re all done though.

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Y'all don't deserve to see how it transpired. You will be as clueless as Eurylochus. Well, I guess this marks the end of my little Manwhore AU comic! I’ll definitely keep making thirst art not related to this au in the future, when I feel like it, but for now, this comic will have its little bow tied on.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

The comment section that started it all

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I unfortunately don’t have the talent to write and create stories but I do have ideas. So for all the lovely authors I propose.

Batfam X Neglected Reader ( Squid Games)

Readers mom was engaged or married to Bruce, but one day runs away with a good amount of money with another man and leaves reader behind.

The whole family feels the betrayal and the hatred is directed to reader.

After years of neglect and emotional abuse reader turns 18 maybe they’re kicked out or leave.

Bruce offers no financial support.

The Court of Owls the elite of Gotham run their own version of Squid Games. Wanting entertainment theirs no shortage of people who need money in Gotham.

The Bats have heard rumors of the game’s. Needing evidence Bruce or/& Tim are able to infiltrate and get invited to watch the games. Imagine the horror of seeing readers being one of the players. Oracle is able to hack into the feed and now the Bats are trying to find the location where the games are being held. They have to watch their forgotten family member try to survive.

Maybe readers reason for joining the games is because they’re in debt or have a kid in the hospital that needs urgent surgery soon. They go to Bruce for help asking for money but they’re turned away, told they’re just like their mother.

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I NEED A FIC FOR THIS

Odysseus coming home and the suitors IMMEDIATELY try to rizz him up.

They're not only milf Hunters but also dilfs hunters. If they knew Odysseus was such a snack they would have searched the world for him sooner

Telemachus is just so done while Penelope doesn't know when ever to laugh or cry

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I love every meme about their bed lol

Do you think Odysseus started thinking the worse when Penelope suggested the bed thing?

Odysseus: Move the bed- Penelope I love you with the entirety of my being, but if you tell me you had the tree uprooted or cut down while I was gone, I can and will consider a divorce-

The electric guitar was honestly hilarious lmfaooo, this man was so offended abt their special tree bed that he started playin his battle theme

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Returnee

(Justice League Various x Reader) After centuries of surviving in a world without another human in sight, you return and find the heroes you once admired to be the only interesting things around, besides beating the shit out of monsters, of course.

Implied sexual content ahead, minors DNI.

You would describe yourself to be the pinnacle of mediocrity, your life consisting of drowning in course readings and dealing with people’s bullshit in your customer service job. You existed. You may not have been wholly content, but you got by.

And, sure you, like millions of other desolate young adults, had fantasies of escapism, being strong, being someone special. But you ultimately knew your place. You were no hero; no alien or chosen human that could answer to a greater calling. You were just you, average in every way. So unlike the heroes and villains that occupy your world. You’ll never make an impact that’ll even come close to the likes of them.

The only thing you can hope to do is try to make your parent’s suffering of starting a life here worth it. That all the money and work invested in you would have some sort of pay off. Even if it means you had to traverse a path you’re still uncertain about.

You knew your limits, and maybe that rigid acceptance is what led to your own self destruction.

You find yourself in a desolate world void of humans but occupied with beasts unlike anything you have ever seen before, with sharpened talons and razored blades for teeth. No matter how much you cry and scream you do not wake up. The only communication you get comes in the form of ‘tabs’ that resemble something out of a video game. It’s gives you quests to adhere, reminders to keep things interesting, notifications you’re being watched by deities that watch your struggle like a show to tune into. Every moment, no matter how humiliating, is spectated.

You want nothing more to return to the life you had, answer the messages you never got the chance to respond to, try the things you never got to even attempt. You curse your inaction, your own spoiled thoughts from a lifetime ago, your parents for even giving birth to you if this is the reality you have to face.

Your survival hangs on a thread at first, you only being able to run away from the larger beasts. Eventually your tears dry, you fight back against the ones smaller than you. These Outergods sponsor you with a game like currency. You level up. You acquire gear better than a makeshift bone shiv. You consume. You sleep. And you do it all over again for the next couple centuries in this world. You do not age, but you grow taller, strengthened by the creatures you slaughter. Eventually, you don’t need a blade to slay them anymore. Then the beasts try to avoid you. You still kill them. They’re never ending. The least they can do is give you something to do in their infinity.

You stop feeling fear, sadness, indignation, and even hatred. You exist. You somewhat remember the life and name you had before. You don’t really feel one way about it or the other. Your family, obligations, and old identity are all null and void to you now.

Clearly your spectators grow bored as they send you back to the world you once called yours. Apparently barely a year has passed since you were taken, even if you might be the oldest human to walk Earth now.

For the first time in a long time, you’re struck with uncertainty. A world that isn’t stuck in time, one loud with the presence of people, and yet you feel no relief or sanctity in the safety of your old home. No, you’re struck with how just like in that beast world, you’re still horrifically, agonizingly bored.

Until you notice a hoard of androids terrorize the street. You can feel the blood thrumming in your veins, and you realize with renewed vigour that it wasn’t bloodshed that you had yearned for, but the thrill of battle, not knowing if you’ll live, and putting everything you had left on the line after abandoning the softness that once defined your modern life.

And so you fought. You were barely grazed with a laser, but you could appreciate the adrenaline rushing through your body, the uncertainty of a new adversary. You paid little mind to the screaming civilians trying to evacuate the streets, all you cared about was tearing about these metal beings before they could even try to do the same to you.

You’re broken from the euphoria of battle when you feel a whoosh of air behind you, and a dozen androids deactivate before you.

“Hey there, don’t think I’ve ever seen you around,” what appeared to be living electrical energy clad in crimson spoke to you, in a tone you could almost recognize as friendly. “Not that I mind the help! I’m always happy to meet—!”

You can feel your pupils dilate as every inch of your body screams that this man is dangerous. Powerful. Different from the fodder you faced before.

“—so, what do you go by?”

Summoning your broad sword, you swiftly slam it into the ground below, watching the man get tossed back by its force as the concrete crumbles beneath him.

You toss your sword to where he lands, but he quickly recovers and disappears before reappearing before you.

“Woah, what are you—“ you interrupt him by throwing a punch but he dodges again, “Can we talk about this sudden aggression—!?”

Tiring of his evasion, you recall your sword and prepare to strike the ground again before pausing as a sudden rush of memories strikes you.

“Ah,” you hum, before stretching out your hand, halting the approaching speedster that stares at you confused. “You’re that one hero…Bolt, or whatever. Speed guy.”

Yes, a hero. Not a warrior. Not a survivor. And certainly not a killer. You feel the apathy rush back as you stare at him. No, you wouldn’t get a real fight out of him. He’d sooner try to subdue you. Non-lethally. Honestly, he was way too nice.

“Flash? I mean, I’m the Flash, hero of the city you’re in!” The speedster fumbles for a second, starting at you in puzzlement.

“Yeah, let’s just call it here.” You sigh before walking away. You definitely forgot heroes were a thing for a second. And takeout.

You’re stopped in your tracks when Flash blocks your path.

“Woah there, you can’t just leave!” He protests.

“Why not?”

“You took down like hundreds of androids, attacked me, and-and you haven’t even introduced yourself!”

“Hmm, I think I forgot my name,” you reply, bring a hand up to your chin in mock contemplation.

“What-?”

“Do you want to have sex with me or something?” You ask. “Because you’re being a bit clingy, man.”

The hero states at you with his mouth agape, and you can see the red flush growing around his cowl.

“I get it, it’s pretty easy for arousal to mix with thrill in battle. I won’t say I’m not attracted to you, but I’ve got things to do, people to fight, and I doubt I can get what I need from you,” you explain nonchalantly. “But hey, keep your head up, man. There’s some charm in being the fastest man alive. I’d test it under different circumstances, really.”

You back away as Flash remains still as a statue, exposed skin now matching his suit as he blankly watched you leave.

“What just happened…?”

Honestly you don't have anything against heroes. You pity them, really. They remind you of your own inexperience once upon a time, fighting against the inevitable. But you can't deny that there are some with years beyond even yours, continuing to fight in their crusade.

Some more interesting than others.

Hawkgirl, who you recall to have been a member of the Justice Society of America, was someone that made you look like a babe in comparison to the lifetimes held in that strong body. Good fighter too. You're almost disappointed your battle was interrupted by another invasion and she apparently found you to be an ally rather than an opponent after that. You just wanted to see if those aliens were worth a damn.

Wonder Woman also stood out for the same reason, encountering her when you arrived at Themyscira for a duel with their strongest. And boy did she deliver. But sadly you could see that she adopted a non-lethal style, fighting only till first blood rather than to the death.

At least their bathhouse was luxurious even if it was communal. Diana said that it was for bonding. You think she was totally checking you out.

You could say that you were becoming increasingly familiar with the growing Justice League, encountering its members every so often.

You didn't pick a fight, aware it would be more trouble than it was worth. You doubt you'd be too satisfied either.

So when you find yourself encountering the Bat in Gotham after subduing Clayface, you're not surprised.

You're also not surprised when he recites your name and missing status.

He drones on about the circumstances of your disappearance, your return as a much stronger (and hotter) individual, and your dubious intentions.

You throw you sword at him, and he ducks out of the way, throwing you a glare just as sharp as your blade.

You explain that he's not a great speaker, and he should invest in some interpersonal communication courses. And that's coming from you. You then add you'll leave after you try the recently opened batburger.

He gives you a ride in his Batmobile.

Superman was a bit of an irritating figure. A boy scout, despite his godlike abilities. Staring at him, you wonder how much kinetic force it would take to burst the blood vessels beneath that impenetrable skin.

"We would really like for you to visit the Watchtower! We understand if you may not want to commit to being a full time member, so if we could call on you—!"

He pauses when you outstretch your hand and stare at him with a raised eyebrow. He places his hand in yours, almost as if it was instinct, blushing when you brush your thumb across his skin.

You hum in thought before departing.

"Uh, wait! Was that a yes!?"

You're pretty sure you're about to bed Green Lantern. You had come to Coast City, curious to see if any disasters would occur to alleviate your boredom, but had instead ran into a man with swoopy hair and an nice aviator jacket in a bar. He was pleasant. He seemed charmed by your Superman/Lex Luthor conspiracy theories. And he talked about flying with a passion unfamiliar to you.

So when you ended up at his place, back against his door as he kissed and nipped at your neck, you pulled him back by his brown hair to look at you.

"I'm a virgin, by the way."

He stares at you incredulously with a touch of concern. "Are you sure this is how you want your first time to go? We don't have to do this."

You doubt you'll get a fight out of him. He'd probably just trap you in a construct, but there are other ways for you to get physical.

...and you needed the experience for the next time an Amazonian propositions you.

"I like you well enough. And I've waited a long time to actually do something like this," you reply, still playing with his hair.

"You really want to do this with an older guy?"

You laugh, "I'm definitely the older one here."

His lip twitches as he shoots you an amused look, "And I'm Batman."

"Do you really want to talk about him before we-?”

The lantern silences you with another hot kiss that you grin into.

Yes, this Justice League certainly made things interesting, even if some of them were obnoxious do-gooders.

Hal: So, what's your name?

Returnee, with jumbled memories: Demonic Blade of Slaughter

Hal:

Returnee: Do you want to have sex?

Returnee: So, yeah, I was trapped in a monster world for presumably centuries with these outer world gods being the only other sentient beings and they only made contact via stream chat donations. And the only thing that even elicits any emotional or physiological response in me is violence.

Batman, internally dying:

Returnee: Don't worry, I don't fight street tiers like you.

Diana: It's been a while since l've last had such an invigorating bout, I would love to spend more time testing how far we can push each to... our limits.

Returnee, who spent the last centuries off Earth as a virgin: I hear the glory of battle calling, must be off, let's fight again soon!

Outergods: Okay, so the human has definitely cleared this world, so how about we return this bloody thirsty heathen back to their original world and see what entertainment we find in the chaos—!

Outergods: Okay, so they're just having sex with all these superpowered individuals. And is that—-Oh my god, is that Constantine!?

Outergods: Yeah, no, this is hot, I'm donating 10k coins for that.

Clearing out my drafts! I really love the whole system in ORV and I found the returnee concept so interesting. Masterlist

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The way i would let this man do anything to me and I'll always say thank you

Fantasy knight krs for possibly a genre swap au…

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Love this🥰🥰

There was a tumblr post on here and I can’t remember who it was from but I do remember the general gist.

It was basically about Bruce going “Brucie mode” and therefore making it impossible for people to be or stay mad at him. Just flash those beautiful blue eyes at someone and they’re ready to do his bidding

——

Jason: You were monitoring me?! What the fuck Bruce! I told you-

Bruce: *zoning out and not in the mood to be yelled at*

Jason: -and… what are you doing? Hey! Don’t you dare go-

Bruce: *already in Brucie mode* Why are you yelling at me Jay? Did I do something wrong?

Jason: *unable to stay angry* Fuck you Dad

——

Dick: Stop that

Bruce: *not a single thought behind his eyes, smiling brightly* Stop what chum?

Dick: Fuck you!

Bruce: *smile faltering, eyes getting glassy as tears start to build up* W-what? What did I do Dickie? Why are you mad at me? *voice wobbling*

Dick: Fuckkkk *hugs Bruce, mentally cursing himself out* Nothing Dad, nothing at all

——

Tim: B, you need to sign this stack of papers for… the uh… investors…

Bruce: *holding up a steaming cup of Tim’s favorite coffee, smiling in that boyish way everyone loves* Timmy you work so hard! I made this for you *eyes sparkling earnestly*

Tim: *looking between the coffee and the paperwork Bruce has been putting off for the past week* I- Bruce you gotta sign these. The board is on my ass and you aren’t helping

Bruce: *frowning and slowly lowering the cup* Oh… sorry I thought we could hang out today…

Tim: *already giving in* Fuck it, let’s go watch a movie Dad

——

Alfred: Master Bruce

Bruce: *completely ignoring him and posting on Twitter or Instagram while lying on a cot in the Batcave*

Alfred: Master Bruce please. It is imperative that we clean your scrapes and bruises before you get an infection

Bruce: *whining and looking up at Alfred with puppy dog eyes* Aflie, can’t it wait? Can’t I have a sandwich first? Pretty please?

Alfred: *flashbacks to baby Bruce* I… I suppose. What would you like on your sandwich my boy.

——

Damian: …

Bruce: …

Damian: Why do you do this Baba?

Bruce: *shrugs* Why not? Sooner or later you’ll understand the great power I have over people.

Damian: I see… I shall study this method of manipulation more.

——

Bonus

Clark: M-mister Wayne this is really inappropriate *blushing bright red and trying to adjust his glasses*

Bruce: *currently seated on Clark’s lap, arms wrapped around his neck, titling his head like a lost puppy* Why do ya mean reporter man? I thought that this was supposed to be a very… intimate interview. Do you want me to move?

Clark: No! Ehem… n-no mister Wayne. I’m simply… getting used to it *Clark’s hand flexes from where it’s gripping Bruce’s surprisingly small waist*

Bruce: *playing with the baby hairs on Clark’s neck, a seductive smile on his face as he drops his voice and leans in closer* Yeah? That’s good. I think I really like doing intimate interviews with you. But, the study isn’t the best place to have it. Why don’t we… go up to my bedroom for more privacy?

Clark: *throws Bruce over his shoulders and bounds up the stairs, Bruce is laughing loudly*

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It looks like he's happy that it's finally his turn to make out with ody after polites died

silly livestream redraw pt 2

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POSEIDON (and Jay) !! ✨

Jorge: ¡Poseidón, mira! ¡Tengo un live en 30 minutos y toda esta lluvia interfiere con mi misión! ¡Tengo un fandom esperando!

Poseidón: Este humano... Su actitud me recuerda a...

Jorge y Odiseo Epic!: ¿No estás cansado, Poseidon? ¡Han pasado siglos!

P: ¡...ODISEO! *caen rayo, c asusta y se va* *El internet vuelve y Jorge es feliz* Fin.

 I did this because to the storm when Jorge and the cast showed up in Ithaca. And a little Odysseus reincarnation AU? Why not have some fun with it, right? (Aguante el AU de reencarnación, es lo mejor.)

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I need more peter x batfam memes🥰🥰

Dick: So how long have you been doing this whole crime fighting thing?

Peter: Honestly, kinda lost track around the 90s but a long time.

Dick: That's rough. You got any back up like a team?

Peter: Nah. Been on several teams but none that stick. I like doing things on my own.

Dick: Any family?

Peter: Nope. My parents were CIA agents and killed by the Red Skull, the leader of Hydra, when I was young-

Dick: W-wait-

Peter: I was adopted by my aunt and uncle but when I got my powers, I let a robber go and that same robber killed my uncle-

Dick hearing aggressive running in the distance: Pete stop-

Peter: Yea and after being spider-man for a while I was hated by a news organization, was accused of killing my first girlfriend's dad-

*Aggressive running speeds up*

Dick: Pete, stop he is coming-

Peter: And then she died in my arms after I tried to catch her with a web but didn't factor in the momentum. And I have been non-stop struggling since.

*Aggressive running stops*

Dick: Oh no... he is here.

Peter: Who-

Bruce Wayne bursting through the wall holding a robin costume: SO, YOU'VE STRUGGLED ALL YOUR LIFE AND ARE, OR CLOSE TO BEING, AN ORPHAN??

Dick: PETE RUN!

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✦━ As the name says, this place will be my refuge to write down random ideas that run through my head, so I'm not open to requests right now.

✦━ My stories will probably have or be fluff with a little angst, and maybe some may be NSFW but I don't think it will be very explicit.

✦━ I can post some drawings here too, I already have an Instagram account but I'm not currently updating it but here's the name if you want to see (Bill.Frogart), As you can see I'm not very creative with names.

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『••✎••』 The Treasury of The Punishers.

✦━ Currently I'm obsessed with the Batfamily, I'm making a fanfic with my OC, this will be a Platonic Fanfic with her in the baby phase.

✦ Chapter 01

✧ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙.𝟚 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕝𝕪

✦ chapter 02. shortly

✦ chapter 03. shortly

𓆩☥!!!ＴＨＥ ＲＵＬＥＳ!!!☥𓆪

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Don't make a nasty comment for nothing

[cruzerforce4256]

This is one of the best fics i've read

Im excited to learn more about the green thing

Undoing Fate

neglected to regressor batsis! reader x platonic batfam

what if after 20 years of neglect from your family full of vigilantes, you face an unfortunate death, only to find yourself regressed back to when you were 16?

⤷ lots of emotional neglect, reader was batgirl, reader was a tryhard and an overachiever, reader had no social life in her first life, mentions of drugs, mentions of human trafficking, mentions of death, regression themes, toxic and unhealthy relationships, dysfunctional family, toxic mentalities, reader and everyone else needs therapy…, canon divergence, major character death(s) | tba | based on this

⤷ info! (background) 1 | 2 | read this first to understand the plot and each batfam better :)

⤷ art!!! 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

⤷ if you’re bored m.list

00 | And she cried over nothing

01 | Sixteen again

02 | A quitter? | ?

03 | Everything is awesome…

04 | Until it’s not | .

05 | Untouched memories

06 | — (28/12)

07 |

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[cruzerforce4256]

Can someone write a fic where Bruce is on a JL mission and they somehow get a baby that they need to take care of until they find their parents. And all the JL members just cannot stop this baby from crying (this is before Clark has Jon so he’s pretty clueless with babies still) and eventually Bruce is like, “give them to me.”

And the JL is like “uhh, we don’t know if we should trust BATMAN with a baby, but at this point… fuck it.” And hand the baby over to him.

And Batman tucks the baby into his chest and softly bounces them, talking to them gently in a deep rumbly voice. “It’s okay sweetheart. Shhh, you’re safe.” And eventually, the baby doesn’t just stop crying, but falls asleep.

And the JL just stand there, gobsmacked. Because what the fuck??? Why is the Batman so good with babies??? And the rest of the mission Batman just has the baby because a) they don’t want them to wake up and start fussing again. And b) because Batman looks genuinely happy (as happy as Batman can be without deeply horrifying the JL).

[cruzerforce4256]

Ahh yes, calling out to all members of Caleism, let us all gather to celebrate one of the precious moments in the entire world: our hero and legend, who is also a god, coughing out blood.😳😳😳🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

My dear lord and saviour Cale, I do not deserve to behold your awesomeness. I, a mere mortal, is blessed to look upon thy holy figure whilst you cough up blood. I shall obtain the concrete that your holy blood hath stained and keep it in my family for the rest of time as a priceless heirloom that shall inevitably outlast my existence, just as you shall.

Absolutely sensational.

[cruzerforce4256]

Og ericcale ft me trying to ACTUALLY give cale complicated clothes and not just drawing him in a brown or black overcoat with a nice blouse