#bronze's short

[libraryofbronze]

Smut Idea: A woman moves to a secluded home to live with two male roommates far away from sociey as a live in sex toy in order to fulfill all of their sexual fantasies. Everyday and night she is fucked in a new way, leaving her pussy and body unimaginablly red, sore, and stretched. She is their personal whore and nearly constantly in use by one or the other or both or a vast array of fucking toys and tools.

Lyan could hardly remember what it had been like to be a normal girl. It felt like a lifetime ago, like a fading shadow cast by the flickering flames of a dying campfire. Soon to be extinguished by the coming dawn,

There was a cock inside of her. She was bent over, her breasts pressed into the wooden wall of the old house. Her hardened nipples tingled and jolted, each thrusting pressing her against the solid wood. It felt heavenly, the cock was hard and big, filling her up until tears spilled from her eyes. Her pussy hugged it, gripping it tightly even as pleasure roared through her like a torrent. Each thrust, each motion, each grinding penetration filled her mind with fire and cast those early days even more deeply into shadow.

She hadn’t always been such a cock-slut. She hadn’t always been a soaking, dripping mess of a woman. A toy reduced to her most primal functions, her only purpose to serve and please her betters.

No, that was not how she had started life.

Lyan yelped, a crackling orgasm spun through her nubile body. Her pussy twitched, and her master gave a grunt of satisfaction. He filled her up, his seed pouring into her pussy with a flood of heat and warmth. As he pulled out, she sank to her knees. Her chest heaved, rising and falling. Her eyes were wide, her auburn hair in a tangled mess.

“Better get back to the dishes,” the man chuckled. “When Robert gets back, you’ll be punished if they’re not done. And you know we hate to punish you.”

She felt him sweeping from the room, heard the groaning of old floorboards under his weight. Just like that, she’d been used, fucked, filled and left.

Lyan knelt on the floor, her body trembling. Slowly, she ran one hand between her legs. Her labia were a little swollen. She’d been used a lot lately. A tingle of pain marked the contact. As Jason’s seed dripped from her lower lips, she noted she’d have to beg for a break soon.

Jason and Robert were good about giving her breaks when she needed them. They’d fuck her in the ass for a few days and give her time to recover. Lyan pulled herself to her feet. Her legs were still shaking, little sparks of ecstasy danced across her calves and thighs, and she had to lean against the wall, panting and groaning until she was able to stagger back over towards the half-finished dishes. The soapy water had now grown cold, but there was always plenty of power to heat more.

Running out of money was not a thing that either Robert or Jason had to fear. She didn’t know exactly what they did, but they were rich. Richer than rich, really. The kind of people who were so wealthy they didn’t need to flaunt it. They didn’t like to show off. They wore normal clothes and drove practical, rugged cars. They didn’t boast or brag and they certainly never made a big thing of it.

In fact, the only concession to their wealth was the house itself. It was old, a rebuilt farmhouse from the century prior. A forest had grown up around it, enveloping it slowly over time. The two of them had taken it as a personal project, restoring it and stocking it with the very finest of everything. Yes, it was miles and miles from the nearest civilization but when it had literally anything you could ever want on offer, who cared about the drive?

And ‘’anything’’ of course, included Lyan.

When the dishes were done and put away, she went to report to Jason. He was sitting comfortably in the living room, tucked up against a table upon which there sat an expensive-looking laptop. He didn’t spare her a look, and she figured he was probably doing something important. Playing the stocks? Racing horses? Hunting humans for sport?

Lyan realised she really didn’t know what he did for fun.

Besides her, of course.

“The dishes are done, sir,” she took on an appropriately servile tone. Sometimes, she liked to tease. To bait, to taunt them into punishing her. it was always fun when that happened.

She remembered one time she’d done something particularly bad. They had tied her hands above her head, draping them from a hanging rafter. Robert had taken the hot wax to her body, splashing it across her pale skin with quick, sudden motions. Lyan had whimpered, jumping with each searing pinprick. The feeling had been so intense, so quick. When the hot wax had curled about her left nipple, she’d let out a howling cry, but that was nothing to what she felt when Robert intentionally let a bead of it touch her glistening clitoris.

Oh, how she’d shook! How she’d shivered! She’d been begging for forgiveness by then. Her body clenching, her pussy hot and tight and wet.

They had taken turns fucking her for the rest of the night. First in the pussy, then in the ass. Just when both men were spent and she was sure it was finally over, Jason had revealed that he’d brought in a new shipment of toys. A crate - a whole fucking crate - was waiting to torment her until the dawn.

By the end, she’d been dripping, ruined, a total mess on her hands and knees begging her masters for forgiveness.

In the present, Lyan gave a little moan. Her pussy throbbed, a wave of tightness expanded between her legs. The idea of invoking another punishment was tempting…

But she was already aching. She had to pace herself. That was part of The Agreement.

The agreement. Yes. How long ago had that been? Another life, surely? It felt like it had happened to another girl. A normal girl. A girl still in college. A girl who had to worry about qualifications, about jobs, about a future which was so uncertain.

What would that Lyan think now if she could only see her future self?

“You’d best be ready to go the full way if you’re going to start playing with yourself, slut.”

Lyan’s face coloured. She’d gotten too caught up in the past! Her fingers had started to work the bud of her clit, teasing it with delicate touches and feathery caresses as she remembered her past punishments.

“S-sorry sir,” she said. “I can’t help myself….”

“You are forgiven,” Jason waved a magnanimous hand. “It’s what we made you, after all.”

It was true. That was what they had made her. What she had let them make her.

The agreement, an offer of damnation that seemed to spring from her deepest desires. Total submission. Free use, surrender. Her body would no longer be her own. She would cede control to these men, allow them to use her in every way. To fuck her, to humiliate her, to tease her and torment her.

And she loved it all. She lived for it. At twenty-one years old, Lyan was a professional slut. A free-use whore for her owners and any guests that they chose to bring to the small, isolated house. She’d had more sex in the last year than most women had in three. She was trained, submissive, degraded and humiliated.

And she loved every second of it.

[libraryofbronze]

That was what it said. Straight up. ''You'll be a whore with no self control and no brain. Just a dumb bimbo for cock.'' Yeah, right. I bet he's just talking big and can't do half of what he says he can. She threw a like his way just to poke him a little and went about her day. It wasn't like she was really looking forward to his reaction. Even if the thought didn't leave her mind for most of the day. Even if she kept looking back towards her phone, checking it again and again. It wasn't like she was calling anything down on herself. Lynna was a good girl. Always had been. Raised in a proper, formal, and above all normal family. The kind of family that had dinner together every night and refused to talk about anything more exciting than the latest sports results. She had three brothers, one of whom she liked and two of whom existed as a sort of mobile, good-natured pillar as far as she was concerned. She'd never had a boyfriend. Never had a relationship. Her family wouldn't have approved. Twenty years old and still under the control of her parents. But what else did you expect in a small town like this? Well, whatever. Let him spew anything he felt like at her. Frankly, she doubted that it would mean much.

That was, until she saw the first message. It arrived with a beep. The sound gave her a start! She imagined that with all the people who'd liked the post, he wouldn't even get around to her. Are you naked? What kind of question was that? Of course she wasn't naked! Lynna rolled her eyes. She should have expected something as basic as this. Of course not.

You should be, came the reply. I saw you like my post. Do you want me to tell you how I'd use you?

He didn't even give her the chance to reply before he launched into it! Fucking typical. Why had she even expected anything different? He was talking about how he'd strip her naked. How he'd put a collar on her. How he'd play with her naked chest, teasing and licking her nipples. She realised she was breathing a bit heavily. A slight flush danced across her cheeks. Was she actually getting turned on by it? No way! She looked around, wondering if anyone had seen. But the house was hers today. No one else was here. A tingle twisted in her gut. A slight tremor ran up her legs. He was still going. Still working. Still describing what he would do to her. It wasn't sex. It wasn't nice, loving, gentle or soft. It was hard and rough. Degrading and humiliating. He was writing about how he would fuck her, not love her. Lynna had never known anything like this before. At least. not really. She'd known what the post was about, of course, but to experience...? That was different? I should close it now. I should just close out of the site and do something else. Decent girls aren't supposed to read things like this. She was a decent girl. She'd been raised to be one. How could she be anything else? She shouldn't be reading this! But... But she couldn't tear her eyes away. There was a lump in her throat. She was breathing fast. Oh god, did she really feel the first hint of wetness between her legs? The guy was still going! He was talking about how she'd make her kneel in just her panties. her breasts exposed. How he'd pull out his cock. He was describing it in such detail. She swallowed. Her throat was dry. Her head was pounding. Heat twisted within her like a knife. One of her hands dipped. It moved slowly down to her skirt, feeling its way under the edge. A full-body twitch exploded through her form when her finger brushed the front of her panties. She was soaking. It wasn't like Lynna was some innocent angel. She may not have had a boyfriend, but she'd seen cocks before. She'd watched porn. She knew what they looked like. And now she imagined one right in front of her. She imaged herself kneeling, cold, collared. Her skin puckered and pale. The man's cock in front of her. The tip beaded with arousal. She imagined opening her mouth as he gripped her head and forced it down her throat. Fuck! Why was this turning her on so much? it wasn't supposed to be like this! She was supposed to be better, wasn't she?

How was he still going? He was asking questions now! He wanted to know the size of her tits! Why did men always go for that? She should tell him to shut up. She should tell him that was personal information! Instead, she answered him. He asked her if she was naked again. She told him no.

Why not?

The words pounded into her. She stared at them like a deer would stare at an oncoming car. They took up her whole world. Do it. Strip for me. Take off your top. Take off your bra. There was no one around. She could do it. She could get away with it. It wasn't like anyone would know! The air caught in her throat. She trembled as shaking fingers worked at her clothes. Lynna hissed in apprehension, fear and arousal. The top slid free, the silky fabric kissed her skin on parting. Next her bra - her plain, white, boring bra. She'd never done this before. Never undressed for a guy. It didn't matter that the guy wasn't even with her.

He knew she was doing it and that was enough.

Next, he started to tell her of all the ways he'd bring his friends in. Let them use her too. He was detailed, lurid. Telling her how they'd fuck her. How they'd fill her pussy. How they'd cum inside her again and again and again and how she would be punished if she didn't thank them for it every time. Lynna bit her thumb. The screen dominated her vision and she couldn't look away. Before she even knew it, she had collapsed into one of the chairs in the living room. her tits were out. Her legs were spread. She was touching herself. Through her panties, her fingers were brushing her pussy. Slow, gradual motions. A gradual building of tension coiled through her body like a snake. All the while, he was still telling her how he would use her. How he could cum over her. Paint her tits. Sign her body. How he'd treat her like a degenerate fuckpet because really, that was what she was. Why did this turn her on so much? Why couldn't she stop? Her fingers hooked around her panties now, forcing them to the side. The first touch against the throbbing folds of her labia sent a thundering pleasure coursing through her. She had to bite her lower lip not to moan too loudly. How was this guy doing it to her? Her body rocked. Her fingers grew more vigorous. Faster now. Little, sparking circles of stimulation. Her toes were curling. Her heart was pounding! If she hadn't had to hold the phone, she'd have been playing with her tits too. Shamelessly masturbating as a man she didn't even know treated her as something less than human. He told her how he'd fuck her. How he'd make her moan his name. How he'd keep her naked and ashamed. A well-trained pet that never had to wear clothes again. She would never mistake herself for his equal. She'd just be a toy. A thing to fuck and leave dripping and messy. And if she came too? it would only be because she couldn't hold back. She couldn't hold back right now! Lynna's body grew taut, she writhed in the chair. Her breathing was hard and fast. Little whimpers and gasps worked their way through her clenched teeth. Her fingers rubbed mindless and frantic. Sparkling pleasure leapt and danced! And then, he asked. Are you touching yourself right now, slut?

Fuck. Fuck! She had to lie! She had to pretend that she wasn't! That she was still decent! She had to- Yes.

Why? Why had she answered honestly?! Why had she said that? She'd been horny! She hadn't been thinking! She-

He launched into a whole new description. Even more vivid. Telling her how he would make her touch herself for him. How he'd record it. How he'd show it to all her friends and ruin her nice, normal life. By the time he was halfway through, Lynna was back to masturbating. her pleasure rose to a searing crescendo. Her body screamed, her nerves were on fire.

Every word he wrote blazed across her mind. It made her pussy clench with desperate need. Her core fluttered, wanting nothing more than to be filled with something, anything. Her clit was throbbing. She didn't remember feeling this turned on in all of her life! She had to focus. S-she had to stop... But how could she stop this? How could she even want to? The pleasure filled her. It crackled and danced between her nerves. It buzzed through her in a razor-edged scream until her toes were curling and her body was throbbing and her mind was drowning! Fuck, fuck, fuck! She couldn't take it anymore! She threw her spine back, her body arched. The pleasure built into a roaring, screaming finale that crashed through her body. And she exploded. The pleasure was so much. So great. The climax so intense. It swept her up. Her moaning cries were high-pitched and desperate. No amount of willpower could keep her quiet now. She felt like she'd been plunged into a churning sea. Her nerves were twitching, her body was writhing. There was no thought in her mind other than how good it felt. Then, slowly, so, so slowly, she felt herself coming down to earth. She was a mess. Gasping. Dripping. Her chest heaving. Her arms shook and her face burned with shame at how hard she'd cum. She saw that the man - the man she didn't even know - had finished his tale now. His storm of writing had died down. it ended with a simple message. A question and a demand. Do you want more? Beg for it.

And she knew. At that moment, Lynna knew she was his to keep.

If you reblog or like this post then you are giving me your consent to send you degrading messages, to turn you into a little cockslut, send you pictures of cock, messages about what I want my friends and I to do to your body and make you fully submit to anything and everything I ask. You’ll be a whore with no control and no brain, just a dumb bimbo for cock. ✨

[leahsgf]

CUDDLES - lucy bronze

lucy bronze x reader

your girlfriend can’t sleep, and you’re the only fix

lucy sighed softly as she blinked at the alarm clock on her bedside table, and the realisation that yet another hour had passed without her being able to drift off hit her. glancing down at your sleeping frame, a smile creeped onto her face - as you lay in her arms, pretty much out like a light. you had knocked out practically the second your head had hit your pillow (her) and had stayed that way for the last now three hours.

your cheek was pressed firmly against her chest, your mouth hanging open ever so slightly, allowing soft snores (that she adored, and would never dare tell you about) to slip past every now and again. simply just letting her eyes glance over you, even in complete darkness, made her heart flutter, and the way you were sprawled on top of her, with your arms loosely wrapped around her, only made her smile widen - and caused her to wonder how she ended up with someone as effortlessly beautiful as you were - even when dead asleep, you were breathtaking.

there was no denying that lucy was truly and utterly whipped for you - a fact that everybody around her knew, you included. she would do anything for you, without question.

you began to stir the instant that her fingers subconsciously found your hair, and she panicked internally, not wanting to wake you - pulling you tighter into her embrace and moving her hands to rub soothing circles into the curve of your back, praying that you would settle back down again without fuss.

but to no avail.

“luce? what are you doing up?” you grumbled into her, lifting your head slightly as your girlfriend just shushed you and continued to caress your back in response.

“can’t sleep.” she whispered into your hair, placing a kiss there before you nodded, shifting slightly to press your face into the crook of her neck, and peck softly at the skin that was left uncovered by her hoodie. “what time is it?”

“like two.” she sighed.

“god. how long have you been up?” you asked in between kisses, stroking at her arm mindlessly.

“i never fell asleep - couldn’t switch off. dunno why.” she replied, a slight shrug following her words.

“what? baby why didn’t you wake me up?” you suddenly sat up on her lap, pouting and staring into her sleepless eyes, searching for an explanation.

“you looked so peaceful.” she murmured, cupping your cheeks and pulling you back down to meet your lips. “didn’t want to disturb you sweetheart, especially when there’s no reason to.”

“i’d happily have disturbed sleep anytime for you luce. you know that.” you argued gently, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world - a small smile crossing your features as you pulled away from her a little.

“i know darling, you’re too good to me, thank you. well, gimme cuddles, maybe it’ll help.”

“you don’t even have to ask, silly. come here.” you chirped, sleep returning to scratch at your voice as you dropped your head back down into its previous position, resting in her neck. “did you try counting sheep?”

“i don’t think that has ever worked for anyone.” she only grumbled in response, her own tiredness more evident than ever.

“you never know until you try.” you shrugged, causing lucy to sigh in response, before wrapping her arms around your back, and letting herself be completely enveloped by you. the silence that settled between the pair of you lasted no more than a few minutes - her frustrated groan that broke it travelling across the room.

“doesn’t work.”

“just clear your mind, yeah? let all your thoughts and everything just float away. it’s just you and me.” you whispered, remaining still and quiet in hopes that it’d eventually take some influence.

“can we sleep naked? maybe that’s what it is. wanna be close to you. wanna feel your skin.”

“if you think that’ll help babe.” you mumbled, sitting up to pull your lucy’s oversized shirt up and over your head, leaving you almost completely bare in front of your girlfriend.

you watched her intently, searching for any sign of sleep in her eyes, rolling your own when you instead caught her eyeing you up and down hungrily, smirking up at you.

“absolutely not. don’t even think about it. sex isn’t going to work either. it didn’t last time - just got you all riled up, and then neither of us slept. remember how many laps ale made us do that day?”

“well how exactly can you expect me to not want to when you look like that.”

“lucy.” you warned, raising an eyebrow at her before lifting off her to slip off your panties, and mindlessly throwing them across the room - ruling them a problem for the morning. “are you going to strip too or are you just going to stare at me the entire night? this was your idea, remember?”

“alright, alright, fine.” she paused both her staring and complaints about your lack of use of a nickname to pull her own shirt and underwear off, in a speed that was almost impressive.

“if i can’t stare, neither can you, hypocrite.”

“you suck.” you whined, shifting once more to the same position you’d woken up in, sprawled across her - arms clumsily moving to wrap around her.

“its hot in here.” lucy gulped from below you, her signature smirk, that almost always made you melt, returning to spread across her face.

“it’s the middle of january, it’s freezing. you’re just horny, and we’re going to sleep.”

“ugh.” she groaned, lacking the energy to fully tease you and get what she wanted. her arms pulled you impossibly closer into her, her skin flush against your own. the sheer comfort and warmth that radiated off of her made you beam, as you let sleep begin to creep back up on you.

you laid in a comfortable silence for a good while, almost long enough for you to fully drift off, believing that she had too - before you felt her tracing shapes on the bare skin of your back - and the sound of her humming hit your ears.

“will you hum with me?”

“of course.” you chuckled to yourself silently, melting at how much of a dork lucy truly was, despite the front she put on - and how offended she got when you called her that.

you picked up on her tune with ease, this being a rather common occurrence with the two of you, joining in and humming alongside her, only stopping when you noticed that hers had trailed off, and that her eyes had fluttered shut, at last.

“goodnight my love. i love you so much.” you said, so quietly that it was more mouthed, allowing yourself to easily fall back to sleep.

“love you too.” she mumbled into your hair - words so thick with sleep that they sounded more like random sounds.

-

this was actually inspired by a glee fic i read years ago yet still remember, and the fact that i’m also desperate to fall asleep but can’t !!

i’ve got to be up early in the morning to go to liverpool to watch arsenal play (terrified and praying that we aren’t shit) so i will proof read and upload more works on the journey!

hope you enjoyed this - apologies that it’s not my best!

[kurj]

minoan dating sim when?? RIGHT NOW

[mymindcreatedthis]

here for anything Lucy Bronze… please😩🙏🏼

9. Lap Dance

Lucy moans as Ona was grinding against her lap teasing her and making her wet. The room was dim, they were in the back room of the club. Loud music playing and the alcohol taking over.

Ona smiles and looks back at Lucy. “Come on Luce. Let’s go find somewhere more private. I wanna reward you.”

Lucy Wastes no time and follows Ona somewhere more private. They find a room and go in, Ona smiles and kisses Lucy. Lucy is shocked at first but starts kissing back.

Ona smiles and breaks the kiss. “Take off your shirt, panties and underwear Luce.”

Lucy blushes darkly snd does as Ona requests and takes off her shirt, pants and underwear. Ona does the same, Ona strips her pants and underwear and sets them off to the side.

Lucy bites her lip and checks out Ona’s ass as she locks the door. Ona giggles and gives her ass a shake as she sees Lucy checking out her ass.

Ona smiles and walks back over to Lucy and makes Lucy sit on the bed. Ona bites her lip, she turns her back to lucy and sits on Lucy’s lap. Lucy bites her lip and moans as she feel Ona’s juices against her folds.

“Mm you're soaking wet baby." Lucy moans.

"Mm fuck Luce so are you." Ona moans.

They both moan as Ona slowly grinds her pussy against Lucy’s

"Mmm f-fuck." Lucy moan’s she leans her head back and close her eyes. Ona moans and keeps going.

"Fuck Ona your ass looks amazing." Lucy moans.

Lucy moans in pleasure and spank Ona’s ass.

Ona moans as Lucy spanks her ass and grinds her pussy against Lucy’s faster and faster.

"Ugh fuck. Feels so good." Ona moans in pleasure.

They both moan in pleasure from the friction. They were both soaking wet. Fuck this felt so fucking good the urge to cum was getting stronger.

"Fuck I'm gonna squirt." Ona moans.

"Ugh me too." Lucy moans.

They both moan loudly in pleasure and squirt at the same time. Lucy bites her lip as she feels Ona’s juices on her abs, pussy and thighs.

"Fuck Ona baby I'm close." Lucy moans in pleasure.

"Ugh me too." Ona moans.

Lucy moans as she feels that familiar knot forming in her stomach. Lucy can't take it anymore and let’s go. Ona and Lucy moan in pleasure and cum at the same time. Their legs shake and buckle in pleasure as they both reach their release.

They both moan as Ona slowly grinds her pussy against Lucy’s helping them ride out their highs. Ona giggles as she turns around and kisses Lucy. Lucy smiles against her lips and kiss back.

Ona breaks the kiss and rest her head against Lucy’s. "Fuck that felt really good." She cutely pants trying to catch her breath.

Lucy giggles and kiss her again. "It did feel good. Mm you looked so sexy working those hips and that ass. Grinding your pussy against mine." Lucy says.

Lucy smiles and spank her ass one last time before she gets off her. “We should join the girls before they start asking questions and wondering where we are.” Ona says.

They get dressed. Lucy smiles and they walk back to the girls Hand in Hand.

[loopyarts]

I sometimes think about and ponder on how Bruce is such an overprotective yet mostly well meaning parent towards Dick. Yet Bruce is also the type of parent who fails to realise that their kid has grown up and can look after themselves and doesn’t need them for protection and guidance anymore. 

Dick and Bruce are both control freaks but for different reasons. Bruce is a control freak because he thinks that as long as he is in control of the situation that means he can protect the ones he loves from harm or losing them altogether. Because when his parents died he had no control over that. He felt powerless that he couldn’t do nothing to prevent it. Even though he was just a helpless little 8-9 year old boy who could do nothing but stand there watching helplessly as it played out before his very eyes.

While Dick is a control freak for the opposite reasons to Bruce. He needs to stay in control of himself and not let others tell him what to do and values his freedom his independence if that makes sense. All his life even with his own parents he was excepted to do as he was told, like how most children do. He wasn’t listened to in his own mind he felt responsible for his own parents death depending on the version it was because he didn’t tell them about stranger threatening Mr Haly or in some tellings he wasn’t listen to by his parents. He had no one to turn to really and much like Bruce he was just a powerless little boy. Who nobody truly heard, Dick Grayson to the world was just a child and therefore had no voice.

The only person who truly heard Dick’s voice was Bruce Wayne who saw himself in the young boy and knew the only way to save this boy from becoming like him was to get him his justice and put Dick Grayson parents killer behind bars. He became like a second father towards the young lad, family, the dynamic duo crime fighters of Gotham. Which is why Dick was able to heal and move on mostly from the loss of his parents because unlike Bruce. He had someone to fill the void that was lost when his parents died. Bruce Wayne the Batman because like a father to him a second father, in a way he was Dick light shining hope in the darkest part of his life. It’s so important to Dick development as a character and without it he wouldn’t be the same person he is today and it’s also so important that Dick time as Robin was a pretty happy one as well.

Both Bruce and Dick saved each other just by becoming each other new family. Bruce didn’t need anything from Dick all he needs from him is to just exist to remind him why he does what he does.

So imagine the hurt Dick must feel as a young adult. That his second father who heard his voice and listen to him all those years ago. Is now not listening to his voice really anymore or respecting his decisions as a young adult a man in his own right. While it comes from a place of good intentions. Dick cannot help but feel he is still seen and viewed as just a little boy by him and the crushing feeling of never truly living up to his expectations and the shadow that the Bat casts onto him. When will he ever be good enough to finally be taken seriously by him as his own man. Dick coming of age story is about finding one self in the world and crafting out his own legacy and what being a superhero means to him and him alone.

While it wasn’t Bruce intention, he did in fact put pressure onto Dick even though he doesn’t want him grow up to be like him. He values him so highly and he is glad that he grew up to be a much better man than he will ever be. He loves his surrogate son so much but with that comes fear. Like any parent he cannot help but worry for Dick future and the decisions that he makes as an adult and he will state his opinion on what he thinks of said decisions Dick makes in his life. He didn’t approve of Dick dropping out of college which caused some tension between the two of them for a good bit.

I always found Batman #330 original released in September 11th 1980 really interesting because of how Lucius fox and his son Tim Jace fox comes into play in that story Bruce compares himself to Lucius while Tim to Dick and how he cannot understand why would in he in Bruce’s eyes be throwing away his future. So when Bruce is talking all this nonsense to Tim he wasn’t actually speaking to Tim rather it’s the things he wanted to say to Dick.

Dick probably understood at that point that this was never about Tim or the thugs rather it was about Bruce who took out his own frustrations with Dick by projecting them onto Tim and the thug members. The themes and parallels to a father that being Lucius and his son Tim to Bruce and Dick within that comic book story makes it so painfully clear to me. It was about a Father who was upset with his son life choices for his future and only wants what is best for him even if he isn’t going about it in the best way possible.

The biggest hurdle for Dick and Bruce relationship as surrogate father and son is miscommunication and how the other isn’t willing to listen to the other. Bruce is the parent who always think he knows what is best which is not always the case which leads to him fighting with Dick all the time because he is blinded by the idea that his adult son might know better then him and stubbornly refuses to budge on that for a stupidly long time.

[bisupergirl]

tell me supergirl enjoyers:

[22plus15]

so much going on here 😭

[wosobronze]

this just came up on my insta and why is it exactly what i picture going on inside her head😭😭

[illiad-von-bun]

made these to try to figure out how I want to draw this guy, I think I got it 👍

[annamaryllis]

this is honestly one of the sweetest things he's ever said to her imo

[bronzeys]

thank you Dayana for giving us Lucy’s arms in HD🙇‍♀️

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Tag Game: OC Name Origins

thank you to @phoenixradiant for the tag! This looks super interesting!

Rules: Go through a few of your characters and explain the origins behind their names and personalities, and if the two are related.

I'll do this for the peeps in The Legend of Orian Goldeneye!

Jasper "Jas" Katherine

I wanted her to have the initials "J.K", and I chose Jasper because the mineral/gemstone is typically red, like her hair. The nickname came about because I liked how it sounded as compared to her full name. As associated with the color red, she is really passionate and emotional, tending to lash out and solve problems with violence rather than logic.

Killian Cory

The name "Killian" in Gaelic means "war", "contention", and "strife". It also means "blind" in Latin. I thought it was fitting due to him being blind to his past, which he suspects was full of contention and strife. His present isn't much better. As a stark opposition to his name meaning, he tends to be a peacemaker and diplomatic, if a bit on the reserved side.

Orian Goldeneye

Orian's name I kinda just made up, a creative misspelling of Orion the constellation and figure of myth. Appropriate since he is in essence a myth on Somnia. Goldeneye is more of a title than a last name, referring to the unusual color of his eyes.

Diana Ozborne

Fun fact about Diana, in the original draft of TLoOG, she was a very different character and underwent a lot of changes before the rewrite. For one thing she was a man, his name was Ozborne L'Sang, and he wasn't a bard. The role is still very similar, but the vibes were off for the rewrite when I was plotting so I switched some things around. I kept the last name Ozborne and chose the name Diana as the first name because I liked it. Ozborne is a creative misspelling of Osborne/Osborn which means "bear god", and I consider both versions of Ozborne to be incredibly protective of their charges as a mother bear is with her cubs.

Henrik Bronze

I mostly picked "Henrik" because it sounded medieval-ish enough for the setting, Henrik is a character unique to the rewrite, he never appeared in the first draft. The name does mean "ruler of the house" which as a strict and stern garrison captain is somewhat fitting. The last name Bronze is in reference to the alloy and keeps with the theme of Somnians having metal/mineral-related names or last names.

Azura Lazuli

"Azura" is derived from the word "azure" meaning blue, it's fitting because she has a blue color scheme. Despite the associations of the color blue being with calmness and serenity, she's as much of a hothead as Jas. "Lazuli" is in reference to the gemstone, obviously, and keeps with the theme, it is also blue.

Morpheus

Named after Morpheus, the Greek god of dreams. As the first dreamshaper and mentor to Orian, I find it incredibly fitting.

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[cronchyradish]

anyways goblin shark woman. ALSO INVOLVES TOXIC YURI!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉

she doesnt have a name yet i just call her ‘Mama’ cus shes the mother of two other ocs. Scorpion, who is from Aya’s story, and Navy, who is the secondary main of Story B. They’re half brothers

[loopyarts]

The Untold Legend of the Batman #1 released in June 30th to July 1st in 1980 by writer Len Wien, artists John Byrne and Jim Aparo, colourist Glynis Wein and Letterer John Costanza.

Also, don’t be fooled this is indeed Bruce as Robin despite him and Dick looking identical. XD This is why, I make jokes in my head about them being mistaken as being actual biological father/son by accident because of this ha ha.

Anyway, I do think it is kind of important to keep in mind when reading pre crisis and Bronze Age comics in general. Is that Bruce was technically the first Robin here and Dick main inspiration is Robin Hood and not the bird for the Bronze Age comics at the very least.

I will also say this comic is not beating my thoughts on Batman and Robin having some themes of legacy to it. With how the first Batman was Bruce’s father well technically not because it was just a costume for a charity costume party. Regardless of the technicality of it Bruce still inherits his father’s short legacy as Batman in a way. Just like how Dick is inheriting Bruce’s short summer legacy as Robin. I don’t know I just think that’s neat is all.

This story themes of legacy does tie quite nicely into the early to later 80s Batman comics. Notable the Robin comic stories with Dick’s struggles to find his place in the world and to get out of his mentor/second father’s shadow.

Quick bonus fun fact did you know this isn’t the first time Bruce was written to be the first Robin. In fact this comic is kind of a callback to Detective Comics #226 story When Batman Was Robin written by Edmond Hamilton, art by Dick Sprang and Charles Paris which was released on December 10th 1955.

[macaroni-rascal]

I don't really care about any of the ice dance teams at Europeans, but at this point I don't really care much about ice dance because of the farce the ISU has turned my favourite discipline into, and that makes me the saddest of all.