#duke deserves this win

[hypewinter]

When Danny joined the family, Duke finally found someone who valued sleep as much as him and a daytime patrol partner. He never knew how fun it would be to have someone to banter with as he took down bad guys.

[thatsnotahoodjason]

what if i said they're the best batsiblings??

[voiddaisy]

duke is 100% the sibling the batkids go to when they need to get something off of their chest or need help but don’t want to share it with the class. because duke is not judgmental about his siblings and gives AMAZING advice.

…

Jason, barging into Duke’s room without knocking: “I’m going on a date tonight.”

Duke, looking up from a magazine, smiling: “Cool! … Do you need help with something?”

Jason, crossing his arms: “No.”

Duke: “…”

Jason, looking at the invisible spot on the wall: “What do I wear.”

Duke, smiling as he hops out of bed: “Well, what are you guys doing?”

.-.-.

Steph, clearly annoyed: “Cass is being so stupid. I’ve dropped so many hints that I like her and she still hasn’t asked me out.”

Duke: “Well, have you tried telling her straight up how you feel?”

Steph: “Dude, it’s Cass we’re talking about. The girl knows everything. She definitely knows I like her.”

Duke: “Cass knows everything but when someone likes her. I’m telling you that you need to tell her.”

Steph: “…How?”

Duke: “Okay, so basically-“

.-.-.

Damian, politely knocking on Duke’s door and entering with his cat in his arms: “I request some assistance.”

Duke, already on his feet: “Okay. With what?”

Damian, who isn’t allowed to have a phone: “Drake has made some slanderous statements about me online and I wish to defend myself.”

Duke, smiling: “And retaliate?”

Damian: “Obviously. May I use your phone?”

Duke: “Of course. Do you know how to work Twitter?”

[citrus-cactus]

Imagine my embarrassment when I realized I have A Type of Fictional Woman, and THIS is the type:

Smokin’ hot antagonists with red hair, self-destructive tendencies, and a superiority complex my beloved

[augustinewrites]

“you’re an idiot.”

“really, doc? you’re gonna insult me after i came all this way to see you?”

you pause what you’re doing to stare down at wriothesley with a wholly unimpressed look. “you were wheeled in on a stretcher.”

(he’d even come in shirtless, one hand resting behind his head all laid out like a fontanian model in a clothing campaign.)

he dismisses the fact with a wave of his good hand, tsking. “only because sigewinne threatened to tranq me if i didn’t get on!”

you know for a fact that the head nurse is still stationed outside the infirmary in case his grace tries to leave without staying for overnight observation.

“she should have done it anyway,” you hum, taking his wrist and using it to carefully position his arm at his side. you nod at the nurse across from you holding the band to keep him steady. “deep breath now, your grace.”

wriothesley draws a breath and releases it quickly, grinning up at you. “so, what are you— fuck!”

“get him a sling,” you instruct, stifling a laugh as you let go of his arm and step back. “i’ll get him an ice pack.”

the two of you move around the infirmary, quickly gathering supplies as the duke lets loose a string of expletives that would make sigewinne faint.

it’s quite entertaining to see the duke pout, holding a heart-patterned ice pack to his shoulder. “i think i deserve a kiss for that.”

“a kiss is going to help with shoulder pain?”

“duh.”

this time, you don’t stifle your laughter as he closes his eyes and puckers his lips.

you pull a sticker from your pocket, pressing it to his waiting lips. “you were a very brave boy.”

his pucker turns into a pout as he uses his good hand to take the sticker off, sticking it to his discarded gauntlets. he looks more like a puppy than a wolf in this state.

with the worst of it out of the way, you begin tending to any scrapes or bruises.

it should be simple, but wriothesley doesn’t make it easy. he flexes playfully whenever your fingertips brush his biceps. insists on holding your hand when the antiseptic touches his wounds.

“okay, you’re all done,” you tell him, peeling off your gloves and tossing them into the bin. “but you will have to stay overnight so we can monitor you for any concussion symptoms.”

his brows raise as he clicks his tongue, smirking. “oh? are you asking me on a date?”

“no,” you say, tucking your clipboard under your arm. “i’m doing my due diligence as your physician.”

“but it’ll just be me and you and this very romantic lighting…”

“it’s dim light because someone keeps forgetting to put in the order for new ones.”

“they’re dim? hm, i didn’t notice. how could i when your smile lights up the room?”

you roll your eyes when he winks, but can’t help the heat you feel spreading across your face. “if you keep this up, i’ll have sigewinne and her tranquilizer gun stay overnight with you instead.”

“if i stop and you stay, will you at least have tea with me?” he asks, a hopeful glimmer in his eye.

“fine, i’ll stay. but only if i get to pick the tea,” you tell him, pulling a chair to the side of his bed and shedding your lab coat to get comfortable. “you’re especially insufferable when you’re injured, aren’t you?”

he reaches out and pulls the chair closer, so you’re sitting between his knees. “and yet, you’re finally succumbing to the temptation of my rock hard abs and winning personality.”

“no,” you deny, but you’d be lying if you said being this close to his spectacularly toned torso wasn’t doing…things to you. “it’s because you have liyue imported tea.”

“yeah,” he says, flashing you a charming, sinful smile that makes the fine hairs on the back of your neck raise, threatening to shatter your resolve. “if you say so.”

[habken]

/busts down your door WHAT ALL HAVE I MISSED IN BNHA?????? I just saw your comic and I’m so confused

okay so bakugou got got right we all know that, shigaraki fucked up his arm, bakugou said “oh I know what I gotta do” and did a good attack on shiggy but his heart exploded </3 and he died but edgshot said “nuh uh” and used his body to stitch it back up and then deku was late to the party and didnt even have time to be bummed out about bakugou’s corpse cause he has to fight shigaraki and then somewhere else afo does stuff blah blah blah and snatches hawks quirk (rip) and then takes off to join shigafo in that fight but all might says “not on my watch” and intercepts him and they duke it out and all this time afo is getting younger cause he used something made from eris quirk so he could keep duking it out with endeavour and that gang so he’s like a teen fighting poor old man all might who used all his savings to by himself a mech suit but it’s not going so hot for him and stain shows up to take on afo with all might but afo still wins and is about to finish off all might when bakugou starts up his own heart with his explosive sweat and makes really fruity eye contact with deku and with the power of friendship deku pauses his fight with shigafo to launch bakugou towards afo and bakugou saved all might and goes “dawg who’s this kid I’m about to beat the shit out of” and all might says “that’s afo” and bakugou goes to beat the shit out of toddler afo and succeeds because afo finally benjamin buttons out of existence but the whole balugou’s arm looks like seconds away from falling off, then after a long day of fighting bakugou takes a well deserved nap and we go back to deku v shigafo and it’s not going well for deku he’s trying to break through to tenko but he’s not getting anywear and then shigaraki steals danger sense and it gets even worse but second user goes “wait ! What if we attack him with psychic damage, give shigaraki ofa and we’ll beat the shit out of his mind so you can do your thing” amd deku is very sad but agrees and then after he goes punches all of the ofa vestiges into shigaraki they end up in his mind palace and little deku holds little tenko hand even though it’s disintegrating his own and this is where we think “wow he truly won with the power of friendship” but no !! He did not ! The afo vestige that loves in shigaraki’s mind comes out and evil laughs and says “you idiot I’ve been behind all the awful missrable things that happened your whole life ! I convinced your dad to have you, I took your og quirk away and gave you half of an ability that should have let you destroy and recreate but only gave you the destructive part because I am evil and you are too because I made you that way” and shigaraki goes :0 ?!1?;& and dissolves because afo cast vicious mockery and got a nat20 dealing double damage. We then exit shigaraki’s mind and deku has no arms !! But behind him avengers endgame style, heroes amass and aizawa steps out of the portal and goes “damn sorry midoriya if only I’d come like a minute earlier now you’re armless </3” but ! He tosses deku eri’s horn because eri havked it off herself to give to deku to save him and deku’s arms start growing back :D at the same time, afo has fully taken over shigaraki’s body and i like “haha tomura is no more it’s just me now” but he’s super bummed out because his vestige brother is gone as well and he’s like “damn what even is the reason for doing anything anymore :// I guess I’ll still kick ur ass or whatever but I’m kinda apathetic about taking over the world now” but while deku gave away ofa he still has some of the embers and with the power of froendship once more, he dodges afo’s attacks and punches him super duper hard, and we see shigaraki again :D and yoichi :00 and yoichi says sone shit to afo and shigaraki turns to deku like “this was truly our hero academia :) tell spinner I love him” and deku says “sure dawg” and they fist bump and stuff

tldr: deku gave up ofa to save shigaraki and bakugou’s arm is super super messed up which is very fun

[theweirdhybrid]

FUCK I WAS SO EXCITED MY FERAL BOY CAME BACK I FORGOT ABOUT HOW DIFFICULT IT WOULD BE TO CHOOSE BETWEEN MY FAVORITES

[zegrasdrysdale]

Could you write a smut with Ethan Edwards like after a bad game or something? Thankssss!!

[ make me forget ] e. edwards

paring : Ethan Edwards x fem!reader

summary : Ethan confides in his girlfriend after a rough loss in the Frozen Four

warning(s) : smut ! very much more love making than fucking, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), p in v sex, blowjob, use of nicknames during sex (pretty girl, baby, etc.), little bit of dirty talk

author’s note : waited until the umich season ended before i tackled this request because if they had lost in the frozen four (which they did), i thought it would be the perfect plot for this request. the way they lost was really rough so be prepared for sad ethan for a lil bit

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Her heart breaks when the final buzzer goes off. Boston College is quick to celebrate their four-to-nothing win over Michigan. Her eyes are on Ethan as he stands with Dylan and Tyler while the Duke boys shed some tears.

The tears that begin to fall down Ethan's cheeks while he stands with his teammates are her last straw. The tears that threatened to spill over onto her cheeks begin to roll. She quickly wipes them away so Ethan doesn't look over and see them.

All of the Michigan boys huddle near the bench as they watch another team move onto the finals for the third year in a row.

It breaks her heart that they have fought so hard for the past three years and no national title to show for it. They deserve it more than they know or realize at the moment.

Michigan shakes hands with Boston College at center ice before BC goes back to the locker room to celebrate the win. The Michigan boys raise their sticks for the last time this season, and for the last time for some of the boys. She shows her support by clapping and banging on the glass in front of her as they head down the tunnel.

Ethan looks at her as he waits to go down the tunnel. She shoots him a small smile that's mixed with fondness and sadness. If he smiles back at her, she can't see it because of the way his helmet sits on his head. His face is shiny and she can’t tell if it’s because he’s sweating or if it’s because he’s been crying.

Hopefully it’s because he’s been sweating because she doesn’t know if she can handle more tears from Ethan.

She makes her way to the hotel that she and the other girlfriends are staying at, which is also the hotel that the boys are staying at. None of them are really in the mood to hang around the arena to wait for their boyfriends.

Ethan knows her room number. It just might be a little bit because he comes knocking. He’s going to shower then spend some time with his teammates because this is the last time that Team 102 will be Team 102.

Some of his teammates are going to sign with their NHL team. She knows Frank is going to the NHL immediately like Luke did last year. He’ll sign within a day or two after they get back to Michigan. Dylan and Gavin have both said they’re probably going to sign with their teams too. A handful of other guys haven’t made an official decision yet but she’s sure that more will be leaving.

Then it’ll just be Ethan and Mark left from their class that came in almost four years ago.

Once she’s back in her hotel room that’s a few blocks from the arena, she finally relaxes. She pulls off the hat she was wearing as well as Ethan’s Michigan jacket. With a sigh, she flops onto her back on the bed.

If she’s feeling like this, she can’t even begin to imagine how the boys are feeling. It sucks that they’re not moving onto the finals after getting shutout. It especially sucks that it’s now three years in a row that they’ve made it to the Frozen Four and haven’t been to the finals.

Like she said, she can’t even begin to imagine how the boys are feeling after that game.

It’s nearly two hours after the game ends when there’s a very soft knock on her door. If she was sleeping or had in her AirPods then she wouldn’t have heard it. The TV is playing at a low volume so she was able to hear the knock.

When she swings the door open, she sees a very upset Ethan Edwards on the other side.

She pouts and pulls him into a hug, which pulls him into the room. The door swings shut behind Ethan. “I’m so sorry, Eddie,” she softly says into his ear. “I wish I could do something.”

“I know,” he replies. His voice is hoarse like all he’s been doing is crying. It breaks her heart a little more. “Needed to see you. I tried slipping away but coach made us stay for a little bit after we were all showered.”

She pulls back from the hug, leaving her arms draped around his neck. Ethan’s avoiding eye contact with her. It’s what he does when he’s upset.

When she pushes his hair out of his face, he leans down and puts his forehead on her shoulder. Her fingers find a home in his damp locks and holds him. His arms wrap around her waist.

“I’m so tired of feeling like this,” Ethan confesses after a few moments of silence. “It’s been three fucking years. First it was Denver, then it was Quinnipiac, and now it’s Boston College. Three years, three different teams. I’m tired.”

“I know, E,” she coos as she presses a kiss to his temple. “I can’t even begin to imagine how you feel. I know how rough it’s been for you and the guys.”

Ethan lifts his head up and finally looks at her. All she sees behind his eyes is sadness. She has to bite her lip from crying because his eyes are usually so bright. They are so dark right now.

“I have one more year,” he says. “One. I don’t think I can handle it if I’m in this position again next year. I probably won’t sign with the Devils this season so I can do this for one more year but I don’t think I can do this again. Feel like this again.”

She watches tears spill over his eyelids onto his cheeks. She dries his cheeks with her thumbs and gives him the smallest of smiles. “You’re going to lead your team to a national title next year as a senior, E,” she assures him. “It’s your year.”

Ethan nods without saying a word, but the way her eyes flicker to her lips tells her everything she needs to know. He grabs her hands off his face and loosely laces their fingers together.

“Can you do me a favor?” Ethan asks. She raises her eyebrows in confusion. “Can you just … help me forget for a little bit? I need to get my mind off of the last few hours.”

She blinks, not even surprised at his request. “Ethan, you are upset right now and you’re allowed to be,” she begins to say to him. “I just don’t want to take advantage of you since you’re not in the right mindset.”

He drops his forehead to hers. His eyes close. “Please, baby,” he whispers. “Make me forget. I need you to make me forget.”

It’s not like she was going to say no. She just needed to make sure it’s what he really wanted before she started something.

Ethan picks his head up and meets her eyes. She glances between them to make sure he’s okay before she pulls him down into a kiss.

The kiss starts out soft and slow but quickly turns rough and needy. Ethan’s hands rest on her sides and he lightly grips her waist so she can’t move away. Not that she was planning on going anywhere.

If Ethan wants her to help him forget the last few hours then she will.

She presses herself flush against Ethan’s chest and can feel the growing bulge against her thigh. Her fingers curl in his locks to keep him from breaking the kiss. She does walk forward a bit so Ethan’s back is pressed against the wall next to the door.

Her hands snake down from his hair and down his chest until they rest on the waistband of his dress pants. Ethan sucks her bottom lip between his teeth and pulls back, letting her lip snap back into place. She looks up at him and bites the same lip.

“You’re hot when you’re needy,” she tells Ethan as she begins to undo the button on his pants. “Just so you’re aware.”

“You’re hot all the time,” Ethan retorts as she finally gets the button undone. “Especially when you wear my clothes.” His comment confirms he saw her in his jacket during the game.

She just smiles at him and untucks his shirt from his pants before pulling him into another kiss.

Ethan pulls off the suit jacket he’s wearing and lets it fall to the floor. His hands come up to cup her jaw as he returns her kisses, each one getting needier and deeper.

After a few more kisses, she reluctantly pulls back. She notices how swollen and red his lips already are and she can’t help but smile at the sight of how disheveled he already looks.

Once she takes him all in, she sinks down to her knees in front of him. Ethan leans his head back and mumbles a “fuck” as she pulls his dress pants down so they pool around his ankles. His boxers are next and his semi pops out. Ethan ends up kicking the clothes away as well as his shoes.

She takes him in her hand and pumps him a few times. “Shit, baby,” Ethan breathes out. “You look so pretty on your knees for me.”

She sends him a smile before she wraps her lips around the reddening tip. Slowly, she takes his dick in her mouth and looks up at him. Ethan runs his fingers through her hair and pushes a loose piece behind her ear so her face is clear.

For once, she loves being able to do this for Ethan. He’s always focused on her pleasure and making sure that she is taken care of. She gets to return the favor. It’s not very often she gets to do this for him.

One of her hands rests on his thigh and the other slides up under his button-up. Her hand rests on his stomach for a moment before sliding as close to his chest as she can get. His hand rests on hers over his shirt.

She moves her head and sucks gently, being cautious of her teeth. She still gets flashbacks to the first time she blew him sometimes when her teeth accidentally got involved and there was almost a hospital trip that night.

Honestly, it’s probably why he rarely lets her blow him at this point in their relationship. It was a year before he let her try again.

Ethan’s hips roll slowly and he hits the back of her throat. She relaxes her jaw and throat as he begins to fuck her face. Soft pants pass Ethan’s lips as she hollows out her cheeks and lightly sucks. Her tongue swirls around his tip every so often.

“Baby, you keep doing that and I’m going to come before either of us are ready,” Ethan tells her.

She pulls off his dick with a pop and licks her lips. “Then we better move to the bed,” she replies as she stands up. “So you can fuck me instead of coming from a blowjob against a wall.”

Ethan’s eyes widen and he crashes their lips together. He hums softly and begins to walk toward the bed. She loses her t-shirt and her leggings are around her knees when she falls onto her back. The kiss breaks and she stares up at him.

He unbuttons his shirt and she pulls off her leggings. She is left in her bra and panties, but she’ll let Ethan take them off because it’s one of his favorite things to do when they have sex.

She moves back on the bed until her head hits the pillows. A completely naked Ethan crawls onto the mattress until he’s settled between her bent knees. One of his hands cups her jaw and he instigates a soft kiss. She wraps her hand around his wrist.

“I love you,” she mumbles. “I’ve loved you from year one and I’ll love you after next year. No matter what.”

Ethan smiles against her lips and she can’t help but smile against his. He pulls back and meets her eyes. “I love you,” he tells her. “I love that you’re here. It can’t be easy for you either.”

She shakes her head and traces Ethan’s cheekbones and jaw with thee fingers. “It sucks seeing you guys come so close and not getting the championship,” she admits. “I hate seeing you so upset, Eddie. It breaks my heart.”

“Gonna win one next year,” Ethan tells her as he leans in and presses kisses to her jaw. “For you. I’m gonna raise that trophy for you, baby.”

She smiles and wraps her arms around his neck. “Good,” she giggles. “You’d look hot with that trophy above your head.”

Ethan laughs and pulls back to look at her. His hair falls into his face as he looks down at her. “Then I’m definitely winning it,” he replies as she pushes his hair out of his face. “Right now though, I need to get you naked and get inside of you.”

He pulls her up so she is sitting up with her legs wrapped around his waist. She laughs when he reaches around her and unhooks her bra. He throws it to the floor before he kisses her. She falls back so her head hits the pillows again.

Ethan hovers over her and slithers a hand between them until it slides into her panties. He cups her core and she gasps against his mouth. “Eddie,” she breathes out.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he tells her. “Such a good girl for me being so wet. You want me that bad?”

She nods and whines when Ethan plays with her clit. “I wanna ride you,” she tells him. “Help you forget the game tonight like you want me to.”

He pulls back from the kiss and meets her eyes. “Yeah?” he asks. “Wanna ride me, pretty girl?”

With an eager nod, she manages to flip them over so she is straddling Ethan’s thighs. Ethan stares up at her with a shocked look on his face as she runs her hands from his stomach to his chest. “Let me take care of you, E,” she tells him. “Make you feel good.”

Ethan nods with his wide eyes.

She pulls her panties off, the lace ruined from how wet she was before she pulled them off. She straddles Ethan’s waist once she’s completely naked. His hands run up and down her sides for a second while she leans down and kisses his jaw.

After a second of this, she gets on her knees and grabs his dick. She lines him up with her entrance and Ethan’s hand rests on her waist. She slowly sinks down on his dick with a sigh.

No mather how many times they do this, she is still shocked with how big he is as he fills her up. She’ll never get over how he manages to fit inside of her every time.

She drops her head back as she slowly fills herself with Ethan’s dick. “That’s it, baby,” Ethan says. “You take my cock so well. Look so pretty sitting on my cock.”

She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as Ethan bottoms out inside of her. His words shoot straight to her core. Ethan traces her sides for a second before he helps her begin to roll her hips. She sighs as he moves in and out of her.

“Fuck,” she gasps as she moves her hip. “Eddie.”

One of Ethan’s hands snakes between them and rubs her clit. She lets out a soft moan as Ethan works her close to an orgasm.

The bed creaks below them as she picks up speed. Her hands rest on his chest to keep her balance. Ethan’s lips are parted and his eyes are closed as she rides his dick.

It’s not a minute later when Ethan wraps his arms around her waist and rolls until he’s hovering over her. She looks up at him and smiles. Ethan mirrors the smile and slowly begins to roll his hips into her.

His dick moves in and out of her slowly, and deeply with the new angle. He hooks one of her legs over his shoulders so he can move as deep into her as he can.

Her fingers find a home in Ethan’s locks and pulls him down into a kiss. His movements remain slow and deep as he fucks her.

This doesn’t feel like fucking though. To her, it feels like more than that.

Ethan presses soft kisses to her wrists as he moves. She stares up at him and notices the soft look on his face. He looks almost relaxed.

“I love you,” Ethan softly pants. “So much, baby. I’m so lucky.”

“I’m so- ah- lucky,” she replies. “I’m so in love with you, E. Fuck.”

His speed picks up slightly and his thrusts get sloppy. He is close and she knows it.

She pushes the hair out of his face and pulls him down for a kiss. They both pant and groan as they get closer to their orgasms.

Her legs begin to shake and she feels the familiar knot in the pit of her stomach. Ethan’s fingers finding their way back to her clit almost undoes the knot. She cries out against Ethan’s lips.

“Come on my cock, baby,” Ethan mumbles against her lips. “Right behind you.”

“Come inside of me, Eddie,” she pants. “It’s okay. You know I’m on the pill.”

Ethan’s thrusts have slowed but he slams into her. She cries out a second later and clenches around Ethan’s dick. Her head is thrown back against the pillows and she cries his name. Her fingers dig into the skin on his back.

He shoots into her after a couple more thrusts. “Fuck,” he groans.

Her entire body melts into the mattress beneath her. Her breathing is labored as Ethan collapses on top of her. He lifts her head up and they share lazy kisses until he pulls out of her to clean her up.

She can’t move. Her body feels like jelly but the warm cloth feels good on her core and thighs. She whimpers as the cloth brushes over her sensitive core.

Ethan crawls back onto the bed and pulls the blankets on top of them. She manages to move so she can curl up against his side. She traces lazy shapes into his chest.

Silence fills the room, and it’s okay because she loves just being with Ethan.

Then a question rises in her head and she can’t resist asking. Especially when she knows that some of his teammates are leaving.

“Are you going to sign with the Devils?” she asks as she lifts her head. “It’s okay if you are. You know I’ll come to all the games that are closer to Mich-”

“I’m coming back for my senior year, baby,” he interrupts. “The Devils can wait. Shea is waiting too so it’s okay. We’re going to go together. You can’t get rid of me yet.”

She smiles and presses a soft kiss to his lips before she settles in for the night and falls asleep minutes later.

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[worriedvision]

You're not his usual type - Wriothesley

Gender neutral reader, angst. The relationship starts where Wriothesley is trying to win a bet. When the relationship progresses, things change.

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You were so lucky to score a man as handsome as him, if you were honest with yourself. He had approached you, smirk on his face as he lays his pick up lines on you. You buy into it, deciding to see where this would go. When your friends heard about him asking you out, they laugh it off before warning you that he isn't the most trustworthy. Assuming they were jealous (some of them most definitely were), you still keep the relationship going.

When days become months, you begin to realise he's acting differently with you. He becomes more shy, losing his usual carefree attitude and seeming to walk on eggshells. You think it's his work, and you give him some space as you go to meet up with friends.

"I'm sorry, but I need to tell you about a conversation I overheard." Your best friend sighs, you tilt your head. "Wriothesley was talking to Chlorinde, and he dropped your name."

"Go on..."

"He admitted to Chlorinde that he's 'now' attracted to you. I wish I was lying, but he was talking about a bet of sorts backfiring."

"...But he's attracted to me, there isn't an issue." You protest weakly, your chest tightening up.

"The entire relationship has been a bet up until recently." Your friend lays out the facts. "You said he's become different, yes?"

Only recently, you think to yourself as you finally realise that Wriothesley didn't actually feel an attraction to you. You feel like a fool, your friends were correct.

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You enter his office, hearing his voice hitch as he scrambles to his feet, a gift in hand for you. The first gift he got you, him not being much of a gift giver in the relationship. If you were foolish, you'd smile and accept the gift.

The rose tinted glasses are off.

"We need to talk, Duke." You state, Wriothesley showing immediate concern as he gestures for you to sit. "When you started this relationship, you never felt attracted to me. Is this true?"

"...My feelings have changed since. Is this a problem? My feelings now are-"

"Stop. I wouldn't be respecting myself if I keep this going." You raise your hand, Wriothesley silently listening. "I'm truly hurt, you know? I feel so stupid, knowing that you weren't initially interested in me. I'm not usually anyone's type, so I felt so happy when you approached me. Knowing that was part of a bet? I'm embarrassed by my stupidity."

"I never meant to hurt you with my actions. I was going to end the relationship when it felt right, but-"

"So you weren't even interested in keeping a relationship going either?" You huff, Wriothesley closing his eyes in shame. "I deserve better than a relationship built on fake feelings."

"Is there any way I can reassure you of fmy feelings?" Wriothesley asks, hopeful that you'd say yes, even a maybe.

You don't give him a response, walking out without another word.

[incorrectbatfam]

How would the batfam respond to strangers DMs

Stranger: Is your name really Duck?

Dick: Can't even make fun of my name right smh

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Stranger: Hey girl wyd?

Cass: *read at 4:03 PM*

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Stranger: I have a theory that you're not actually dead. If I'm right, give me something that's not a canned PR response.

Jason: No

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Stranger: I know you're not officially a Wayne but I think you're the most inspirational out of all of them.

Steph: You know that saying about never meeting your heroes?

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Stranger: Save your SOUL today. Renounce your sins and come to the ONE and ONLY path of Jesus Christ.

Kate: Thank you for subscribing to Lesbian Daily, where we send you pictures of lesbians for the amazing low rate of just $99.99 per day. To stop, please reply STOP.

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Stranger: Not to be creepy but I think I saw you on the street.

Tim: It was probably just a trash can

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Stranger: Why is your hair blue?

Harper: My mom was a Smurf and my dad was a rejected member of Blue Man Group

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Stranger: Lmao not you getting photobombed by some old guy XD

Barbara: That's my dad.

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Stranger: Congarts Sir or Madam, you have been selected for our Grand Cash Prize of 1$ million. To claim your winnings, please verify your identity with your Socials Security number..

Alfred: 0

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Stranger: How much time do you spend on that Mandalorian cosplay?

Duke: More than I'd like to admit

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Stranger: Wanna join my Discord?

Cullen: Yeah sure why not

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Stranger: Bruce Wayne is a billionaire but I just know he's ordering you pizza on a Friday night. Leave while you can because you deserve better.

Selina: I'd rather spend the night in sweatpants than an evening gown.

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Stranger: You're the Ryan Gosling of men

Bruce: Pretty sure Ryan Gosling is the Ryan Gosling of men.

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Stranger: Wanna see my axolotl?

Damian: Yes.

Damian: Show me.

*10 minutes later*

Damian: Hello?

Damian: Where is it?

*30 minutes later*

Damian: I can see you online.

Damian: I demand to see your axolotl.

*24 hours later*

Damian: I'm suing you.

[aingeal98]

Since I love using tumblr for batfam headcanons and plot ideas that I'm probably never going to develop fully, here's another one: Bruce offhandedly mentions one day that it would be nice if Cass bonded more with her two younger brothers. It's great that she's got that synergy going with Tim but he wants Duke to feel fully accepted into the family and Cass is currently closest to him, not to mention Damian could use all the good role models he could get. Cass being Cass is like challenge accepted old man and takes Duke and Damian off for a full day of sibling bonding

Things that happened during the next 24 hours:

-A brawl broke out on stage at Gotham theater during a Hamilton performance. Witnesses say the fight was started by an actor insulting the youngest of Bruce Wayne's children when he complained too loudly about the content of the play. The argument soon got heated with one actor throwing a prop button at Duke Thomas, Bruce Wayne's foster son. This caused his foster sister Cassandra to jump up on stage and initiate physical violence, with the youngest Wayne joining her and yelling about how the founding fathers were all pathetic racists. All three are now banned.

-Gotham Zoo saw its largest ever breakout with many of its endangered species vanishing. Witnesses say the animals were honest to god airlifted into a massive cargo plane by men in black clothing following the instructions of Damian Wayne, who claimed that they were being mistreated and deserved a conservation site that actually allowed them to thrive. He and two other Wayne children are now banned from the zoo.

-Talia Al Ghul made a brief detour to Gotham to pick up some animals at her son's request and bring them to a sanctuary that their family trusts.

-the batmobile got totalled

-the bat boat exploded

-Duke discovered a new power that let him temporarily transform his body into light to move at super fast speed.

-He did this running from Interpol after Cass crashed the batplane into the Atlantic ocean trying to take the boys to France. None of them are willing to explain to Bruce the reason they wanted to go to France.

The bat plane didn't explode but it did sink into the ocean. Atlantis is currently enjoying poking around the wreckage.

-Interpol did not recognise the trio as Waynes but recognised Duke as American. This led to them contacting the CIA who recognised Cass as an old urban legend. All three are now technically banned from France although they haven't been IDed so it's more like a "if you see someone matching this description call the police immediately." ban.

-Speaking of the police, Jim Gordon received a report that half the force in Gotham broke their legs that day. Through pure coincidence every single cop that mysteriously tripped or was injured by a mystery assailant was one who Jim knew was corrupt.

-Warehouses that were rumoured to belong to the Red Hood blew up

-Red Hood was seen shooting at some of the bat vigilantes and yelling at them to fuck off. He then yelled that he wasn't talking to the Signal, who was welcome to visit anytime as long as he didn't bring the other two.

-A warehouse in Bludhaven belonging to the Penguin blew up.

-Three Vegas casinos went out of business due to Bruce Wayne's daughter winning every round while accompanied by her two younger brothers. The casinos set their hired muscle on the siblings to try and get their money back. This did not end well for the hired muscle.

-Bruce Wayne decided to never, ever encourage Cass to bond with her siblings again.

[dc-tournaments]

Why do they deserve to win?

Duke Thomas

Guy Gardner

[tojisun]

how to win my husband over (남편을 내 편으로 만드는 방법) fits simon/reader so much. the miscommunication, the misunderstanding. rugged duke of the north (😭) simon appearing to be brutish and angry, when he’s truly so deeply in love with you. that when he pushed you away—physically and figuratively—it was actually to protect you because he’s made a lot of enemies, and they’re hurting you to corner him.

that when he’s getting angry, it’s not because of you but for you—don’t you know? simon had his sister’s nanny, the only woman who ever loved her as a mother when their own couldn’t, exiled because he learned that she told you that he couldn’t possibly be truly in love with you.

(he is. in every life time, he is and will always be irrevocably in love with you.)

don’t you know? when simon thought you were taken by the monsters, he spent three sleepless days, and would spend even longer if it came down to it, searching the empire for you. he believed that you were alive even when others said you couldn’t possibly be, and ordered the duchy’s knights to never give up because his wife is missing damn it—

(please. please be safe. please come back. he has so much to say to you; has so much to do with you. you two have barely had a life together so please—)

god, simon loves you so much and it doesn’t matter that people are calling you a witch because all he needs is your love. all he needs is to protect you and to be with you, and he swears on his life that he will do everything to fight for you. simon is willing to, and does, go far to ensure people’s opinions of you change because you deserve a good life. you deserve to be happy and to be safe and simon will always, always fight for you to have that.

hhhhs m sobbing 🙂‍↕️

[catsteinbooks]

The Thin Dark Duke of Hell

Haven't actually written a meta before, but I've been mulling this around in my head, so here's my take on why I think Crowley is likely to be a Duke of Hell in season 3.

Reason 1: it makes narrative sense

From a story-telling perspective, it's the logical starting place for season 3. Especially if we consider how the original idea was developed as a sequel to the book.

There's no body-swap in the book. Neither Aziraphale nor Crowley has heard from "their sides" at the end, so technically they're still connected to Heaven and Hell. They haven't been punished or kicked out. They even speculate that maybe everyone will just pretend it didn't happen.

And now we're approaching the Second Coming. The Big One. "All of us against all of them." Where are our heroes? Well, time has passed, things have happened. It's reasonable to think that maybe they've both been promoted. (Crowley, in particular, is often getting promotions, usually for things he didn't do.) And story-wise, they're set up as opposite numbers, so it makes sense that their positions as the sequel story begins will be of similar status.

Applying this concept to the screen version, we know Aziraphale has been offered the Supreme Archangel position. Therefore, if Crowley is to be his counterpart, he has to have a high rank in Hell. And there's a Duke of Hell opening to be filled. (Sorry, Shax, I think Crowley's going to snatch it out from under you.)

Reason 2: it fits Crowley's character

"What?!" you shout. "Crowley hates Hell! He turned them down! He doesn't want to go back!"

Correct. He doesn't. But he will if he thinks he needs to. Because he and Aziraphale have a huge, defining commonality: they love Earth and Humanity and don't want it to be destroyed.

Yeah, Crowley will probably wallow for a while. He deserves some time to get insanely drunk and cry. Sort of like he did when he thought Aziraphale was dead in season 1. But the thing is, Crowley always comes back. He's always ready to run. He always threatens to run. He hops in his car and drives somewhere. But he never actually leaves. Because there's no point in going away somewhere without Aziraphale. And that hasn't changed. If Crowley ran away now, he'd still be miserable, but without any music or whisky or his Bentley. It would be... pointless.

So what's a heartbroken, grieving, furious demon to do? Vent his pain in the best possible way: thwarting everyone and everything who hurt him and took away the angel he adores. He knows what Heaven is planning, because he saw it in Gabriel's file. He doesn't want Earth destroyed, he doesn't want Heaven or Hell to win. And he has an opportunity to sabotage the whole thing from the inside.

Which leads us to...

Reason 3: Crowley has a way into Hell already

There is a great meta here about Crowley's conversation with Beelzebub in Hell and its potential season 3 impact. The TL;DR version is: Crowley DID technically find Gabriel, and Beelzebub promised him anything he wanted (including being a Duke of Hell) in return.

Is it a somewhat dubious contract? Sure. Would that stop Crowley? *snort laugh* The demon who makes up legal clauses on the spot to save humans is well-equipped to argue his way into Hell's highest position in order to save the entire world. It's probably much easier than driving a flaming Bentley all the way to Tadfield.

So where does this leave us?

Aziraphale is up in Heaven, ready to burn it to the ground. You saw him when the Metatron mentioned the Second Coming. That was not a happy angel ready to do what he's told. And, frankly, Aziraphale is not actually capable of doing what he's told IMO. No matter how much he tries to follow the good/evil dynamic, he ultimately ends up choosing what is Right over what is Good.

Crowley in Hell would be doing the same kind of thing, albeit in a more subtle, sneaky way. After all, he spent 6000 years thwarting Hell all over the place and getting away with it the vast majority of the time. He knows how to mess with them. (And can you just imagine what would happen when demons like Eric asked him questions and he answered them?! He could gather his own little army with one Suggestion Box.)

So when shit hits the fan, as it inevitably will, we'll be left with both our ineffable heroes (gn) poised to do the exact same thing: destroy the machine from the inside.

Even if some of the other fan speculations prove true (memory wipes, for instance), I think it still makes narrative sense to have them both in equal-but-opposite positions. Because no matter how much the enemies are trying to mess with them, if you take a certain angel with an opportunity to fuck up Heaven and a certain demon with an opportunity to fuck up Hell and you bring them together (which, let's be honest, has to happen no matter what the storyline is), it's going to be pretty darn epic.

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Was reading a Webcomic. Brain made it Techno-centric. I thought I'd share.

Those who serve the God of Light, Exdee, are the chosen. The blessed. The good.

Those who serve the Goddess of Night, Kristin, are devils. Evil. Cruel and uncouthe.

At least, that is what Technoblade was taught.

The nobility is split. Some worship Exdee (as they should) and some serve Kristin (evil). Always at each other's throats, trying to get the other hand to eradicate the other.

Technoblade may only be seven years old but he knew he was a child of night. His aunt and his uncle never let him forget his evil origins. How his mother had staggered onto the County, half mad with delerium, with him swaddled in her arms. How his mother, the Saint of the Church, died because of Technoblade's darkness. How he was a child of a devil and deserved to be destroyed. But because the Count loved his sister, The Saint, he was allowed to live in their home.

Just live. Certainly not comfortable.

Technoblade is isolated his whole life, locked in a singular dingy room with very few people to talk to. Stale bread is usually his only meal. Ragged clothing hanging from his limbs.

He is sad and lonely and the only person he could blame was himself. He was a demon child. A monster. This was better than he deserved.

Sometimes, the voices in his head tried to argue with him about that. They tried to convince him he wasn't worthless.

He ignored them.

One day, his Aunt and his Uncle appear and say they are moving his room. He is put in a lavish bedroom and Technoblade is in awe. The voices in his ears shout warnings. But Technoblade desperately tries to block them out.

The voices change tactics.

They start to predict the things that are happening. They call it when the made spills hot soup on Technoblade's lap "by mistake". They tell Technoblade word for word what his Uncle shouts at him when he stutters over his words. They shout a warning when a plant nearly falls off a shelf and shatters on him.

He is confused. Why are the voices sometimes right and sometimes so very wrong?

One day, his Uncle declares that Technoblade should be washed and that he would attend a party. Technoblade does not like this idea. He likes the quiet.

The voices in his head REALLY don't like this idea. They are louder than they have ever been.

Technoblade struggles against the servants that try to get him clean, his head filled with shouts and warnings. Of a plot. Of poison. Of the start of a war.

Technoblade tries to say no, he won't go. But his Uncle threatens him with a sword, threatening to run him through.

The voices say run.

So he runs.

Technoblade somehow escapes the guards through a small hole in the estate's wall. He runs through the back alleys. He runs past the shops. He runs into a major street.

A large black horse rears in surprise as Technoblade trips and falls in front of it.

Technoblade looks up to see a man with blond hair looming over him, still on the horse. Blue eyes brighter than the sky and subtle slitted pupils.

The man sniffs a moment, before he gets off the horse. He leans down to Technoblade, curious. Technoblade freezes, shocked by both the man and the cheers of voices in his head.

Duke Philza notes that Techno smells like him. Technoblade just stares at him confused. Carefully, Duke Philza picks Technoblade up. Part of Technoblade wants to struggle and run, something deeper wants to cling tightly and never let go.

Technoblade is confused when the latter wins out.

Duke Philza speaks calmly to Techno as he gets back on his horse. Instead of continuing the victory parade in his honor, he turns and leaves to return to his estate.

Those who serve Lady Kristin are not ALL demons, but many of them are. A demon is born from her essence, gifted to the world of mortals to those she is pleased with.

She had always been pleased with Philza. However, someone had stolen his gift before he even knew it existed.

Techno is taken to the Dukedom and is confused by everything. Duke Philza is kind and explains everything gently. When Technoblade explains what happened to him, Philza's expression is still kind, but even Technoblade can see the rage and wrath barely contained.

Not at Technoblade, thank Kristin.

Technoblade opens up about Chat, how they told him the Count was going to use Techno to start a war. To have Techno unknowlingly poison a royal. To pin the blame on the Demon faction.

Philza just holds him tight and tells Techno that he will handle it.

And he DOES handle it. Maybe a little bit too well.

The balance of power shifts. Exdee's followers scramble to undo the damage.

They are snuffed out.

Technoblade doesn't get involved with that. He is too busy being spoiled. And Philza might wash the blood from his fingertips, but Techno knows its there.

He doesn't care. Demons are supposed to be evil? That's fine. If Philza was evil, then Technoblade would embrace it and hold it close.

Just as tightly as Phil's hugs.

Anyway, have a good one! 💚💚💚💚

Aaaaa, tasty, tasty, I hope Techno's 'family' gets their comeuppance hehehehe

[dailyadventureprompts]

Villain: Duke Sabrian, the Trueborn Bastard

The barred windows of the carriage let in only cold mountain air and the endless procession of crucifixes marking the road up to the Duke's castle. You idly wonder if he's picked out which ones he'll nail you and your friends to once you've told him that you've failed.

Though he styles himself the gallant exemplar of everything the noble warrior class could be, Duke Sabrian is in truth the embodiment of all the failings of his social order: brutish, bloody-minded, and blind to any plights beyond his own. More than a decade past Sabrian fought a war against his own sibling to seize control of their duchy and since then has ruled from an isolated mountain fortress fearing reprisals from the people he subjugates.

As long as the Duke rules things will continue to get worse, and it's only a matter of time before the party and those they care about get caught up in it.

Adventure Hooks:

Exhausted after delving their first dungeon the party are shaken down by a group of the duke's men, who are better armed and carry the threat of reprisal should the party draw steel on them. Perhaps it's better to give the toughs what they want and live to fight another day... say after finding out where the guards get drunk so they can trick/charm/beat the location of the stolen treasure out of them.

Countess Ledrick has a problem. Despite being one of the mercenaries who helped win Sabrian his throne she was never formally sworn in as one of the duke's vassals when she took over her lands and is widely regarded as little better than an upjumped brigand. Now a large shipment of tribute heading for the Duke's council has gone missing on the borders of her land, and it's only a matter of time before the blame comes to rest on her. She'll need all the help she can in recovering the lost treasure which just might be the party's ticket to a position in her court.

While out in the market a couple of the party members are approached by a woman in a hood doing her very best to try to seem inconspicuous. Through smiles and whispered pleas she begs them to help her hide from the guards, palming them a small handful of jewels in the attempt. If the party gives her aid she'll eventually introduce herself as Mina, keeping most of her story to herself but letting slip that she stole something precious from Sabrian and that she needs their help getting out of the duchy and into some neighbouring lands. It'd be an arduous journey, made even more arduous when in the next town the party discover posters and criers proclaiming that the duke's wife Minerva has been kidnapped, promising a great reward for her return and a terrible punishment for those who made off with her.

Background: While many born into the nobility feel confined by their station, Sabrian always knew he was made to rule. He was one of those people who excelled at the standards he was expected to meet, for whom the path of life is not only a straight line but part of a larger destiny that gave order to the world.

The problem was that Sabrian was the younger son, and his older sister chafed against noble life as much as he suited it. Sabrina was high minded, well read, and was possessed of several strange notions. The first being that those who own and govern the land owed something to those that lived upon it, the second being that her name was Solace, not Sabrina. The third was that she was not a woman, simply a person. The fourth and perhaps most outrageous was that she they would not be taking a husband, nor even a lover for the purposes of producing heirs and rather than just handing over their claim on the duchy to their well deserved brother like so often happened when the noble family tree refused to branch they would instead be creating some kind of made up of council made up of their vassals the elected mayors from the duchy's largest towns.

Sabrian wasn't having any of it, his sibling had clearly gone mad and was denying both of them (but mostly him) their birthright. After years of arguing, petitioning their mother on her death bed, and an outright threat of banishment from the now ascendant Duke Solace, Sabrian went out, raised himself an army, and went to war with his softhearted kin. The fighting was worse than anyone could have imagined, the people rose in Solace's defence and Sabrian had to resort to brutal tactics to put them down burning villages and farmland in the drought of summer and marching his followers over the ashes towards their next target.

Solace's head was delivered to him in a basket the same day he took the throne, and for the decade since Sabrian can't hold court without remembering the reproachful look in his sibling's dead eyes.

Further Adventures:

Knowing the common people hold no love for him, the duke governs from an ancestral bastion high in the mountains, a cold and lofty perch quite suitable for an unassailable tyrant who thinks himself above all. His remoteness and unwillingness to bother has paradoxically allowed his vassals the ability to govern their lands the way they see fit, which leads to a patchwork of graft, neglect, and personal ambition. In recent years Sabrian has sought to curve this independent streak by putting more and more resources behind his personal guard, who are now commanded by a former bountyhunter famed for her ruthlessness.

Increasing isolation gives the party a chance to rally together a resistance against the duke, but such a coalition might be built on shoddy foundations. A sizeable minority of his underlings feel hard done by him and might turn if given the right encouragement, though they may prove untrustworthy. Solace's old supporters have been ruthlessly hunted and will be mistrustful of newcomers, especially those that fought under the usurper. Minerva's clan are powerful nobles in their own right in a neighboring territory, and once they have their daughter back would be happy to throw their support behind the party's plan to oust the useless tyrant, provided the party are willing to play ball with them.

Sabrian has been unravelling, retreating from public life, executing his servants an courtiers for suspected treason, even keeping his formerly loving wife locked in a tower for the better part of a year. In the ten years since he married Minerva to secure her parent's support for his usurpation he has been unable to father a child, no matter what healers he turns to or what concubines he lays with. The inability to produce an heir was one of his primary reasons for going to war with Solace, and now he is failing in that exact same noble duty. This rather ironic fate was delivered unto him by Litirenn, god of farmland and cultivation, as punishment for burning one of the god's shrines during his rampage through the countryside ( along with the shrinekeeper who was an outspoken proponent of Solace's reforms. The god is going to be watching the party's actions closely if they set themselves in opposition to the duke, giving them a nudge now and again, ensuring the land rises to support them, that kid of thing.

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