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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I know those eyes.

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Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[jennortegas]

Apologies, madam, I didn't see you there. Would you care for an apéritif to start? We have several rare Micqueot vintages in stock. Or perhaps you'd like a glass of Umeshu?

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In playing a game, we bring its artificial borders weight. In creating something, we inhabit that world to bring it life.

I started Handplates during a really difficult time in my life... no matter what happened, no matter how much things felt like they were falling apart around me or I was going to lose my mind or it all was just too much to bear, there’d always be another Handplates comic to do. Like clockwork that alarm in my head would go off and I’d get to work on the next one, no matter what was happening. It was always, always there. It’s hard to believe it’s been over seven years... a few more months to eight.

By my estimates, the next comic will be the last one. It doesn’t seem real, and when it does, it just makes me sad to think about... but I guess Undertale itself was about that too. How hard it is to let go, and when it’s time to say goodbye...

(I made some long long phone calls to my friends at home And I told them where I’ve been and the places I’m going And they said, “Wow, that’s incredible, but we already know, Because of that long long song you wrote.” - [x] )

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[blackbatofel]

I just finished my reread of JLA: Tower of Babel and frankly, I'm surprised by the lack of Superbat fics about this plotline. I mean, it's the perfect setting for all the Superbat angst you could dream of.

How everyone keeps pointing out that Supes is the one closest to Batman, Clark emphatically referring to what happened as "your betrayal", how Bruce's files are cold and professional about everyone EXCEPT Clark (his fear of seeing him in pain), his guilt, how everyone else is loud and angry but Clark is silent and hurt, the fact Clark gave him the kryptonite in the first place. Clark having the final say and voting Bruce out of the League. Bruce KNOWING that he would do that and leaving because he didn't want to hear it.

The confrontation on Divided We Fall with all the accusations and the obvious hurt on both sides... then the agreement to reveal their identities together.

Tell me this wouldn't be an excellent break up/getting back together fic? The hurt/comfort of all times. If someone doesn't write this soon, I might have to.

[poisonousquinzel]

little me, we made it.

it took like 15 years, but we made it

[itsrainingbubbles]

My aunt got engaged like a month ago and told absolutely no one and it's so funny seeing everyone finding out

I've got front row seats to their reactions because somehow everyone keeps finding out at my dining table either through seeing the ring on my aunt's hand when she visits or from hearing it from someone else while they talk

Anyways lawlu where I steal my favorite reactions and give them to the strawhats

Usopp, after seeing law and Luffy hold hands: oooo~ when's the wedding~?

Luffy: next year, we have a lot of planning to do

Usopp: what

Luffy: yeah we kno-

Usopp; Nonono hold on- *grabbing Luffy hands and looking for the ring* when did this *motioning to both of them* happen!??

Luffy: *oh, we got engaged last-

Usopp: FUCK the engagement, since when are you together!??

Law and Luffy, who have been together for 3 years:....what did you think we were doing...?

Zoro: so I heard you got a rock on your finger?

Luffy; Yeah! Isn't it just so pretty? *Holds his hand out*

Zoro: I don't know if I'd describe a hand as pretty?

Nami: he means the ring you idiot!

Luffy: he proposed to me in a restaurant

Sanji: How romantic! A public display of affection, not afraid to show you off!

Luffy: I think he just did it there so we could get free food, but yeah that's a nice way to look at it

Nami: *stares at Luffy*

Luffy: *stares back*

Nami: *still staring*

Luffy: .... yes, you can be the maid of honor

Nami: good answer

(I think this one is particularly funny because this was mid conversation, they just stopped talking and stared and apparently had a telepathic conversation)

[bugsinshoes]

RAAAHHH !! happy birthday to THESE TWO LOSERS !!! 💥💥💥

also happy 12 year anniversary of gravity falls !!

also ALSO happy 1 year anniversary of me finishing the show! i can't believe that it's already been a year since i've watched the finale. it's CRAZY.

this show really means a lot to me. it holds a very special place in my heart. words can't describe the utter joy this show brings me.

here's an artistic rendition of me after the finale !! :

but seriously, i love this show so much. even if i do cry every time i rewatch the ending.

anyways HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRAVITY FALLS !! (and my favourite twins of all time)

[valerileygreen]

Today I've been hit once again by the realization that, for all his charm and cockiness and flirtatiousness, Eames is actually kind of aloof.

He doesn't really interact much with his teammates unless it's necessary for the job itself, like to illustrate the steps they're going to take. But all that is actually rather impersonal.

(And that's part of what makes Eames so fascinating and yet so difficult to understand, for me at least, and it makes me wonder about his past, what might have happened to make him so distant.)

But then there's Arthur. Arthur is the exception to his usual behaviour. He's the one with whom Eames interacts the most casually with, even though the topic is always only the job. He actually throws out little comments to Arthur that have no other purpose but tease him a bit (speci-what?).

More than that, he actually seeks these little moments. He seeks Arthur's company just for the mere enjoyment of it. He stays around during Arthur's trials with the Somnacin even if it's not really necessary, and he finds a way to capture Arthur's attention while explaining Ariadne about the kick. And both times he smiles and chuckles genuinely! Which is actually bloody rare! And Arthur seems so used to it, he's kind of annoyed but never really gets angry at Eames. Also Eames genuinely cares about Arthur's opinion (though he tries to hide it as it would show too much vulnerability). It all speaks to me of deep, if reluctantly built, familiarity and trust between them.

And yes, we all talk, and rightly so, about their 'dream a little bigger darling' and security's gonna run you down hard' interactions. They show how much they care for each other, how much Eames is concerned about Arthur, adding to how different and important Arthur is to him. But it's in their smaller gestures that you can see the bond and history between them.

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