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[acid-ixx]

Okay, how about we call Alfred dad??? Sense he raised us and practically is our dad. Sorry I keep on asking. I just am a thinker

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a/n: don't be sorry for asking ! i like answering asks even if i do answer really slowly, so don't be afraid to send in questions ! this is a continuation to this ask.

it would actually be a given that if the reader wasn't too broken to the point that they genuinely could never consider anyone as a father figure, then alfred would be someone they would call their dad.

because at least in their 15 years they had been inside the manor, alfred would always be the one who would stand by their side. even if it's not always, he would be there for you when he could. and that effort alone is enough to consider him worthy as your father.

pre-yandere bruce wouldn't even know of your tight-knit relationship with alfred; calling him dad when you skip through the halls with him, calling him your "actual father" whenever you two would bake together, and even going as far as gifting him a mug with 'no. 1 dad!' painted sloppily into the ceramic. alfred would even teach you how to crochet, so you two would get matching sweaters for winter. although alfred wouldn't wear the sweater for the sake of formality, you would always be aware that he stores them somewhere safe and warm as some sort of treasure.

so, imagine just how heartbroken bruce would be once you are abducted by your family, calling out to your dad in your drugged state on your bed, bruce thinking that it was him that you're calling for help when all of a sudden, you make grabby-hands towards alfred, eyes hazily looking at the butler with such desperation that it feels like alfred is your actual father.

seeing you two act so close, bruce would be so, so conflicted. because at least, in the years of solitude you had spent, you find comfort in the very same man bruce considers as his father figure. but at the same time it should've been him that you call your father, it should've been bruce you look at for help and guidance, it should've been him that lulls you back to sleep, wiping the tears that run down your face.

it breaks his heart even further once he discovers all the little trinkets that you make for alfred, all the inside jokes you two share, the gifts you cherish in your cabinets from the apartment you used to live in; they were all from alfred— bruce wants to kick himself realizing that he never made an effort to gift you anything in your 15 years of living in the manor as a ghost.

bruce swears on his life that he'll make it up to you, that despite him being unable to stay the night frequently with you that he'll make it up during the day. he'll take you to business meetings, to arcades, to malls; literally anywhere to get you to bond with him as much as you did alfred.

he'll schedule holidays where the entire family is required to join and you'll be the center of attention. your birthdays will be extravagant, he would spend millions to make a show that you're his favorite child; that means he'll spoil you with gifts that pertain to your hobbies. and because your family loves you so much, please do expect a minimum of 10 gifts prepared by all your siblings and a credit card with no limit for bruce.

oh? you don't need material things? don't worry, you'll be surprised with just how meticulously your father would plan for vacations. any place you would choose would be taken into heavy consideration, even planning with him would feel like some sort of father-child bonding.

but really, he'll commit all his time and effort for you.

bruce would do everything to make you consider him as your dad.

[yameoto]

The first thing I think of when I see this is broke ex patrick zweig

broke ex!patrick whose good morning text is simply a venmo request. broke ex!patrick who calls you pissdrunk to pick him up from bars so you can foot the bill. broke ex!patrick whose sending u 32 voicemails at 4am that u don’t even open. because he’s done this before and you didn’t get the sound of his filthy pants n the sloppy sound of his dick slapping against some other girls mouth out of your head, in his vain attempts to get u jealous. one new voicemail for each new girl. calling them the names he used to call you “pretty fuckin’ princess” “y’so good. so much better—“ and the second last one is punctuated by the sound of her sputtering, choking, gagging (she doesn’t take it as well as you). n he’s cursing and grunting and then he moans your name as he comes. guttural and ripping deep from his chest, completely unmistakable; and the next voicemail is the girl jerking back. spitting his dick out of her mouth n slapping him across the face. broke ex!patrick sending u a slew of more voicemails after that that’s just him jerking himself off n being like “fuck baby i miss your tight lil pussy so bad.” “m’sorry ‘m’sorry. i’ll pay you back next time. swear. pay you back with this fat fucking cock if you just—“

[misc-obeyme]

"Can you see us in every timeline?" you ask.

Barbatos smiles down at you, meeting your bright and curious gaze. Your head is in his lap, both of you stretched out on a soft blanket in the castle garden. Barbatos is leaning back against a tree, a cup of tea held in his gloved hands. The sky drips with stars.

"I see many possibilities," he says, his voice eternally gentle, forever content to answer your endless questions.

You reach up and brush your fingers through his strand of bright hair. "It's just that I wouldn't be the same person without you," you say. "And the thought of there being other mes in other timelines that aren't with you… well, it makes me sad."

You blush a little at this admission because it sounds silly when you say it out loud.

Barbatos chuckles softly, but he puts down his teacup. He takes your hand, even as your fingers are still entangled in his hair. He puts his other hand against your cheek.

"We may not find each other in every timeline," he says. "But I have found that the echoes of each timeline ripple through the others. You are inevitably linked to every other you."

"But they won't feel what I feel," you say.

"They will have impressions of your feelings," Barbatos says. "Have you ever had an inexplicable feeling of hope or despair wash over you? That is a reverberation from yourself in another timeline."

You consider what he's saying. That somehow, you in your present time and space can impact the lives of other yous, if even briefly.

"What do you think they feel from me?" you ask.

"I cannot predict it," Barbatos says. He smiles and the way it lights up his face is so entrancing, you lose yourself in it. "I can only hope they receive soft moments where they feel my love, every time I see you, every time I touch you, every time I kiss you."

Your fingers squeeze around the hand that's holding yours and you lift yourself up to kiss him. His arm moves behind your back to lend you support as he returns the kiss - soft and sweet and with the lingering taste of hellfire rose tea. In another timeline, an unexpected warmth floods through you.

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[seabeck]

What's the professional way to say "I love sorting things bc of the 'tism"

[betweenlands]

i need you all to listen to me. you know how youtube will sometimes randomly recommend videos with like, 58 views? sometimes the stars align and the fucked up algorithm does something right.

go out there and watch a smaller mcyter. sub-100k at the bare minimum, but ideally under 10k and even more ideally under 1000 subs. bonus points if they have in the low 100s to under 100 subscribers. watch whatever video you got recommended. watch another of theirs if you vibe with it. pick a specific series of theirs that you really like. subscribe to them.

now. this is really important. leave comments on the video or series you like. do a running gag if it helps remind you to comment. and more important than that: pick a story they're telling and engage with it. draw silly fanart even if you don't have any place to share it with them. write a tiny little story and keep it all to yourself. hype them up to your friends. get excited about this person's videos. if they do have a discord or whatever, send fanart, get involved in their community, et cetera, just --

i cannot stress enough how good it feels to have at least one tiny niche thing that's your special thing. it rules. the more you can get the better, in all honesty it doesn't even have to be an mcyter it could be an itch.io visual novel or something, just pick something obscure you stumble onto and hold it close and let it tell its story.

there will always be something there.

[meamiki]

mira !!! :]

[fujobritta]

he was so pretty in this episode . i love him

"i'm not a five anymore . im a one like everyone else … im like everyone else … :)"

[spookygibberish]

Is a story from the POV of a neanderthal xenofiction?

[musubiki]

i decided to keep the tail on the hat specifically for this reason

[every-ogata]

It's such a little thing but now that I am full acclimatized to the horrible VIZ translations, I do love the way Ogata talks in it. He's so informal, blunt and rude, but there's a very clear sort of dialect he's speaking with.

To me it sounds a lot like how the more rural folk would speak in my region. There is an Ibaraki-ben which is compared a lot to the Tohoku-ben, meaning it's considered a bumpkins accent. I didn't think much of Ogata having an accent until I started grabbing all these manga panels and now I can't unsee it.

[ninjastar107]

A small break from the classic style to one more regular to me.

[acid-ixx]

I have this thought in my head of reader calling Connor "my heart" and Connor calling reader "lovely" and Jason calling Conner "bitch"

just a taste (again &. again drabble)

ft. yandere connor kent x reader w/ the batfamily.

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— tw suggestive, making out scene. i need someone to draw what i envisioned for this omg... pls let this blow up i love connor and u guys seem to love him too hehe. if u guys want to see me write more of these (w/ other characters) pls do comment below!

the 90's version of connor will have no filter in front of your ex-family and will literally appear right beside you moments before tim could drag your ass back to the manor, your already vulnerable state panicking at what seems to be a sleep inducing drug that he'll soon inject into your system.

but your boyfriend, kon, is one step ahead of your entire family, already having planned against them shall they ever abduct you.

he'll greet you with a flirtatious smile, even biting his lips as he checks you out, eyes flittering throughout your entire body like it was you were a glamorous display of meat for him, ignoring your brother's presence while at it.

"hello to my lovely darling!~" is what he tells you with a purr in his tone, kissing your cheeks for what seems longer than a second, hands immediately encasing your waist right before tim could make a show of grabbing your wrist. your boyfriend's grip is tight but comforting at the same time. you feel like you don't deserve it but if you voice out your insecurities now then you'll only find yourself smothered with kisses; him flirting with you in front of your supposed abductors would only worsen the situation. but you don't feel too anxious right now, because he's kneading the soft flesh of your waist, rubbing sensually in up and down strokes as if making a show in front of tim and the countless of cameras that litter the public space.

it's his way of telling you that you don't have to worry about anything but his affection, and his way of telling your family to 'fuck off, don't bother our moment together'.

you reciprocate with a hasty kiss to his lips, ignoring the side eye and the smug grin he gives to your brother after.

"hello to you too, my heart..." you fight back the urge to melt right into him, but it seems like he could easily read your mind, his hand settling itself into your head comfortably, scratching your scalp with well-timed precision whilst he leans your head right against his chest, right where you can hear the soft thumping of his heart.

what a flirt.

but you expect it. after all, he's the same guy who brags about your relationship to anyone and everyone he knows. it's no wonder tim easily tracked your location to the same place where connor lives, every puzzle seemingly being put into place.

when you had both caught bruce wayne tailing after you when you had gone on a date with him, it was connor who immediately devised a plan after he had to calm you down from panicking.

your lover is willing to sacrifice everything for you.

so it's not a surprise to you that his next course of action was to shamelessly take you flying away with him, off to somewhere desolate where he knows your family couldn't easily track you in, somewhere only you two kept a secret from everybody; a shared house, if you will.

nothing is shocking about what he had done...

... not until his grip on your body provides enough opportunities for him to just, make out with you then and there, tongue and all, without a care if your brother bears witness to his shameless display of lusting towards you.

what a prideful asshole he is, but he's your asshole now. and you can't bring it in yourself to reprimand him, enjoying the sweet sounds of your lips smacking in tandem and the taste of your favorite brand of coffee in his saliva as you two soar off into the air making out, exploring each other's body; your hand finding each other on his neck, another on his head, pushing him further near you, until your noses touched and until you struggle to breath, tongues lapping in tandem, refusing even a second of reprieve, even allowing him to bite your lips teasingly.

you love it when he uses his charms to take you away from the stress of your current life.

it was a distraction for both you and him, from the thought of your family turning kon into their new target as he defiles what little innocence they thought you had.

yet you enjoy this life, and you'd rather not come back to the stuffy manor, especially not right after kon offers you a taste of what you had never experienced; love.

and you embrace the giddy thumps of your heart for once with all the joy in the world, because you're not alone anymore in your own personal endeavors; you finally have someone. and that someone is your boyfriend who's always there for you, at the right time in all the wrong moments.

and kon? he especially enjoys using his superhearing just to eavesdrop on his ex-friend's seething because he was far too late, he loves hearing the growl on jason's voice over the comms as he calls connor a bitch, a seething pile of trash for taking away from them. he loves being an audience to their well deserved suffering. but...

but he can't focus solely on them, no, not when he's barely finished devouring every drop of saliva his eye candy offers him.

... ah, he loves it when you give yourself so willingly to him, when you let him wrap his arms around your body without fear he would hurt you, when you allow his hands to explore further below, fingers dangerously close to your thighs as it kneads the meat from your hips.

connor is never letting the world take you away from him.

it was you who parted first from the kiss, a string of liquid dispersing from both your swollen lips. if it wasn't for the fact you both are still high up in the air, you wouldn't doubt that your boyfriend wouldn't hesitate to undress you then and there.

but he could control himself for now, just for now.

'oh, babe... whatever you're doing to me is so irresistible.'

whatever happens after in your shared home is a different matter.

[yameoto]

dropping a spare change in ur inbox and coming to spill spoiled brat cate dunlap thoughts that have been rotting my brain ever since that bot of urs was dropped🫠

spoiled brat cate dunlap who came to the office wanting something completely different (just your attention and affection) than what you'd have in mind— unsure how she'd found herself in this situation— forced to take the custom strap she'd bought with your card, squirming in your lap when she'd highly underestimated the sheer size of the toy, trying to blink unshed tears away and unaware of the blooming marks on her skin and the few, stray workers of yours hearing the muffled screams she'd desperately tried to cover, definitely something that had her in trouble with vought.

(she doesn't regret it though, not one bit, despite waddling like a penguin and gripping onto the walls and nearby surfaces to get home)

i absolutely adore your work darling💞💞

lololove this. spoiled!brat cate dunlap whose just begginggg for it. how was she supposed to know that it was that day that you found that she'd overrun your card? on sex toys, no less. it wasn’t her fault! she’d been so horny that day. like so fucking horny. and then she’d showed up to your office, legs spread and cunt leaking all over your desk for what felt like hours until she had to find out second-hand that you were away on some urgent stuffy business trip. how could you? no wonder she comes away all huffy n puffy abt not being able to see u. miffed that you didn’t even tell her. and! she’s still horny.

of course she’d splurged a little. a girl needs to self-soothe, after all. so what if she ordered an entire set of custom straps, and then maybe a little bit of the wholeentirestore out out of spite? you’re practically made of money. it couldn’t hurt. it certainly made her feel a hell of a lot better, in more ways than one. and she thought she’d gotten away with it, too— until.

“you do know nothing slips from my sight, right?” you’re infuriatingly collected—conversational, even, as you brush the tip of the strap along cates folds. god, it looks so fucking big from here. even the act of pressing it up through her thighs makes her whimper. she’s not gonna say that though. just gonna blink up at you unapologetically, determined to keep up her bravado. chin trembling as she raises it. “you were away. needed something to keep me occupied.” she grumbles

“something to keep your cunt warm, you mean.” and you take your fingers and stretch cate’s pussy as wide as it can. cate can feel the tip tickling her cunt, and she whimpers. the air-conditioned breeze of the office hitting her wet, squelching nerves. much too big for her tight little cunt.

“what a waste of my money,” you hiss, slapping the strap against her clit. cates whole expression scrunches in effort to bite back a cry, eyes flaring in defiance.

“i can take it.” she insists, determined to win this. she’s not sorry. she’s not.

your smile is placating and condescending and it infuriates cate. you know it does. “of course you can, baby.”

“i can!” cate insists, wriggling on the desk. and what cate wants, cate gets, after all. she’s got to right to cry out like that when you tear that pretty pink pussy into two.

“ah—ah-ah-ah—fuck!” she spits, tears welling up in her eyes. making them all wet and glossy and gosh, does she look pretty like this. so does her cunt. straining against the girth of the strap. wetness squeezed out her folds already, plastic pushing hard n painful only to get a millimetre deeper. stretching her so full she can’t be stretched anymore. fucking her into the desk and calling her pussy a greedy little thing. calling her a greedy little thing. panting. whining. painting your paperwork sticky.

“this what you ordered, baby?”

cate nods dumbly, eyes rolling back and spit pooling in her mouth. red indents dug along her hipbones from the edge of your desk. (afterwards, she wears the bruises like a badge of honour. swaying her hips in too-too low-rise jeans as she waltzes into your office, flaunting each brand like it’s something to be proud of. shameless fucking brat.)

[misc-obeyme]

Early game mammon and mc beef is such a funny concept to me

Mc: I'll pray for you

Mammon: you better fucking not

-👾

This brings to mind the question of whether or not saying things like "bless you" is harmful to demons. I've thought about this concept, but I hadn't considered what might happen if you just straight up prayed for one of them lol.

MC: And please bless Mammon that he may see the error of his gambling ways-

Mammon: Ahhhh stop that!

Just imagining him hopping around 'cause it's like prickly or something lol.

I think MC could probably ask for anything in that moment and he'd just be like okay okay whatever ya want human!!

[stealingpotatoes]

this is my way of announcing i finally have wifi btw. but also oh my god are we all okay

[octocurse]

i love my wife