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[eldhuug]

Made another one oopsie

[roxineedstosleep]

BABE WE NEED A PART TWO OF THE CLONE DICK READER STORY

It's not part two as such, but I can give you some general ideas of what would be happening after Clone!Reader is put in the ambulance with Jackovy.

First, Dick really feels like he screwed up. And, because he has a weird big brother/father complex, he wants to see how he can fix it. Don't get me wrong, Bruce doesn't have an overnight change of heart about Clon! Reader. He's just scared now because for the first time in a long time, if not years, he doesn't have a way to hide or a backup plan about what would happen if the Reader opens his mouth.

Dick would be meddling, and very early on trying to get his other brothers involved, in Reader's rooms inside the hospital; only to find that his clone's husband is prostrate and bolted to the floor of the reader's bed.

Dick and Bruce are frustrated, because apparently the reader and his husband are in one of the few hospitals in the city that is not under the care or sponsorship of Wayne Industries. And thus, they have no legal way - no such legal way - of knowing about you and his recovery.

Jackovy ends up actually marrying the reader, since it's a really nice beneficiary marriage anyway. And he has too much time on his hands to want to fuck with people who make his favourite person in the world miserable.

The Reader would definitely ask for a birth certificate as a fake wedding present. Paz would fulfil his whim.

The funniest thing about it all? The certificate had its debut and scandal when it appeared where it really should appear in the original and true records. Tim thought it was real when he noticed that even the registration codes were - much to his and your and everyone else's surprise - correlative to each other, had they actually existed.

Jackovy signing, always in front of Bruce and Dick, the papers or talking aloud to the doctors about HIS HUSBAND'S condition.

Clone Lector asking, because she likes to fuck around and asks no less, loudly, very nicely, for HIS HUSBAND to come and help him take a shower, because the casts are uncomfortable.

Jackovy always talking or suando old slangs to give Dick an aunerisma, as he knows how it makes him uncomfortable that he looks older than the Clone! Reader.

[urfavdirtbag]

duke thomas.

that's it that's the post.

[theyshapedlikefriends]

every time I see an isopod going around doing isopod things when I go for walks etc I just go "omg real life hjbuh"

I would too

[i-am-just-birdy0]

The Butcher. Dollhouse Set!!

[vxnuslogy]

guess who's dressing up as mizisua tomorrow for halloween 🔥🔥🔥🔥

[speciallivery]

if you haven't done it: A gifted winner info please!

I have not! Thanks <3 These were the post Brazil 2024 brainworms talking. Because man, that race still gives me chills.

It's a winner's room fic, and it's fuelled by my need to see Lando wet and pathetic.

Max V/Lando/Oscar

So, it's post race and Lando hasn't even gotten out of his drenched race suit yet, before he hears a knock on the door. And yeah, it makes sense that the FIA would come fetch him for Max, they've done this before - both ways - but damn they're early.

But instead of the FIA official, it's Oscar with murder on his face. Because Oscar is pissed. That was his sprint win on Saturday, but he gave it away to help Lando in the championship. And this is what Lando does with it? Going wide, coming in 6th after Oscar had to let him pass twice?

So, Oscar gets his hands on Lando, puts Lando in a deep deep sub-space, makes him bark like a dog.

Oh, and then the phone rings. Yeah, Lando has been summoned to the winner's room. Well, he has to go, so Oscar takes it upon himself to deliver Lando crawling on the floor from hotel room to hotel room.

And Max is just, so confused. He's celebrating his win, wants to celebrate with Lando, because he likes Lando and he thinks Lando could use a pick me up. But there's Oscar and Lando, and Lando is more barking than talking. But Max is weirdly into it. So they soft dom/hard dom Lando into believing in himself more. Yippee.

[snackoo-science-detective]

Would you kiss.klavier for an unlimited ammount of snackoos and 100€?

“ an unlimited ammount of Snackoos, you say? ”

“ .. i’ll consider the kiss. If Klavier’s ok with it, ofcourse. ”

[lurkin-man]

Isn't it beautiful, brother?

Anyway, here's art post before january i say it's look pretty good and i'm proud of it. (Also yes the snow were a late change, i forgot snow still around on early january)

Also here's the alternate

There it goes!

Happy new year, lads and gal (or somewhere in-between), may 2024 be a great year to whoever

[annachronisme]

Wip Wednesday

The King is dead, Long live the King

Living in a trailer was something he was not used to quite yet but loved nonetheless. He had spent almost twenty years living in Loch Nora in a house too big for him alone so moving out had been quite the experience, despite the circumstances. 

Unlocking the door, he could hear the happy screeches coming from inside and the sound of feet running clumsily toward the door. He opened the door and kneeled down to catch the little bullets coming at him. 

"Hi baby." he said around the mouthful of dark curly hair. Arthur's hair was becoming longer and messier day after day. He still remembered the day he got him in his arms; all tiny and soft in his little onesie, looking all adorable with his cute tuft of black hairs. He had grown quite a bit since then. 

Arthur was trying to climb on him like he was a jungle gym, clingy little shit that he was. He got up, Arthur still in his arms and went to his room to put his bag down.

"Someone sneaked into my bedroom, again." he said looking at his messy bed, cover thrown around. Arthur ignored him, busy playing with his hair. He should think about cutting that too.  

Max was conked out on the sofa, probably took a nap with Arty. He mustn't have been awake long then. Fuck, he's not going to go back to sleep in hours. 

Putting the toddler down near his toy box, he went into  the kitchen to start dinner. He thought about what he could make -for himself, arty and Max- he opted for some mac'n'cheese, easy and quick; perfect for a toddler. He didn't like the premade stuff though he kept boxes of the stuff around because the kids did like it and Arty did too.It was almost done when Max came stumbling in the kitchen half asleep with Arty up in her arms. He's going to become one clingy toddler with all the holding people are doing. 

"Hey kid. You can put him in his highchair, take your plate and it's almost ready."

"Thanks" she mumbled as she sat down. He sat down once he served everyone. He asked how babysitting Arthur went. 

"Went fine. Having a hard time putting him to sleep, he gave up around an hour or so ago. Did you find someone?"

He sighed. Everything had been wonderful, he was happy -happier than he had been in years- but it didn't mean it was easy. Hadn't been then and still isn't now. The problem right now was that he needed a babysitter. Feels like a joke, the babysitter needing a babysitter. The kids were starting school in a few days, Robin and he were sharing most of their shifts now and she would start school soon too. He was running out of options, apart from taking Arthur with him to Family Video but he wasn't sure Keith would appreciate that.

"I'll find something. Don't worry." he tried to reassure her. He knew he wasn't fooling anyone but he was the adult here. She didn't need to know that he was struggling to find someone to watch over Arthur, someone that he could trust. 

They finished eating without bringing the subject back on the table. Arthur made a mess -for a change- he wiped his hands and face quickly before pulling him out of the highchair and sitting him down on the floor. He put the plates in the sink to watch later. He put on his coat and put one on Arthur. 

He walked Max back to her trailer. She told them goodnight, made some faces to Arthur making him giggle before she went in. He turned around ready to go home himself and spent another sleepless night when he saw someone else outside. He jumped, hugging the toddlers closer to his chest. He sighed in relief when he recognized his neighbor. Wayne if he remembers right. 

"Hello sir." he said as he walked closer to the older man. 

"Just Wayne's fine, kid." the other man snorted. "Ya out late. And who's that?"

Sometimes he forgot that he had Arthur for less than a few months. 

"Yeah I had a closing shift today. And this Arthur, say hi Arthur !" Arthur had started to imitate people, it started with winking which he couldn't do so he just blinked really hard and then he started to wave hi and goodbye when asked him to. Arthur lifted his head to wave at Wayne (in the wrong direction of course) making the other man chuckle and wave as well. "I was just walking Max back home, she was babysitting for me." 

"Heard ya had trouble finding one too."

He grimaced. He knew exactly where he heard that but he had to give it to him for not ratting them out. 

"The kids' are helping but school is starting really soon, yeah. Bit of a deadend on this part." 

"If ya need one, ya know where I am." 

"What? No, I couldn't bother you with that, you already work night shift I can't-"

"I'm offering, kid. I already have enough noise with my nephew, I'm sure this little guy can't beat that."

"I'll think about it. But, thank you Wayne. That's really nice." he didn't want to outright refuse, it wouldn't be polite but he still felt uneasy about using Wayne's like that.

"Don't worry about it.If ya need anything, me and my nephew are happy to help." 

He smiled, waving goodbye. Once home he set Arthur back down, letting crawl around. 

He swore to himself that night that he would not bother Wayne with his shit. He will find something eventually, he always does.

-------

A week or so later he was knocking on Wayne's door to ask for help except that it was not Wayne who answered the door, it was Wayne's nephew. 

And then he realized that his neighbor with whom he was talking and the nephew said neighbor had was Eddie Munson. 

Fuck. 

Arthur is an OC child, he's around 1yo and he's Steve half brother. For the background story : Steve's Dad cheating wasn't new to anyone but at least he was careful until he wasn't. First they wanted to just give Arthur to Steve to take care off. Away from the eyes, away from the heart or some bullshit like that but without saying too much that didn't work out like he wanted. Arthur is very similar to Steve physically speaking beside the hair. He could pass as Steve's son better than Steve's brother. I've been sitting on this idea for weeks and now that i'm back in the game (unfortunate since its exams weeks now) I will try to work on chapter three of Ghost on Film.

[mon-moonfae]

The god of this age has blinded the minds of unbelievers, so that they cannot see the light of the gospel that displays the glory of Christ, who is the image of God.

Thy lord Baphomet.

[astral-from-afar]

I am an academic weapon (got full marks on my bio test)

[hxhhasmysoul]

touji is kinda gross - the way he carries himself. he’s an obviously shitty dad. and like yes he’s built but idk, he has a very high low effort energy, it’s not promising much. so i generally don’t get why the fandom craves him so much.

that being said he really made a good attempt at getting the world rid of gojou. it is always satisfying to watch. but again low effort and kinda a mess of a guy, didn’t cut his head off.

so for next week i hope we will see sukuna do it right. slash up gojou like ham and take his fucking head off. and if gege chooses to be generous, consume gojou in a sloppy feral way.

prayer circle for that.

[shortie-stack]

Superman should have big brown cow eyes. Just absolutely massive eyes with long long lashes. U ever looked into the eyes of a cow and not immediately felt safe and loved? Checkmate

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)