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[dickgraysonass]

Shatter me in pieces

Batfam x reader part 2 season 2

Summary:after dieing in a robbery you find yourself in a strange place. Could this be heaven or perhaps…hell?

Tw: self harm? Neglect. Mental health.

Disclaimer: not proof read. not my art. I think its

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A wave to sickness hits you hard ,your head feels like its jello and your mind is filled with foggyness.

Your eyes pry open yet it still feels like your eyes have been forced closed. You aren’t too sure if its because of the muck and gunk that somehow has piled onto the corners of your eyes or if it was actually glued.

Before you could think much futher something caught your sleepy eyed attention.

The celling? No. The walls. All of the walls where a soft pink color? From what you could see from your view the whole room looked like it was adorn in pink and other variable colors.

Everything from curtains,lamps and chairs to more. Color too similar to that awful shade of pink that complimented it very well. It looks straight out of a children’s commercial they would advertise dead afternoon but more messy and crowded,slightly similar to how you decorated your room when you were younger.

You try to stand up but your body seems to have plans to rest,stuck in a supine pose (laying down looking up).

You try one last time and manage to lift your right hand up a bit, nothing more. It probably wasn’t enough to get away from who ever or what ever had put you in this pink torture room for now rest was very needed. You didn’t realize how much energy you had actually used just to lift up your hand.

It was kinda pathetic, you would smirk to yourself if you could but your face remainder stoic. If anyone…anyone…if father saw you like this he would probably scoff at you.

Speaking of him, what happened end to them? Your mind rattled at what they could be doing right now.

Were they trying to find you? Did they caree for you? Who kidnapped you? Why did they kidnapped you and for what?

A soft exhale left your chapped lips. It was pointless anyways, they wouldn’t try and find you anyways.

It was up to you to get yourself out of here but for now a little rest us needed regain strength.

Your eyes fluttered back closed to its former state and as your mind drifted to sleep you just hope your kidnaper wouldn’t come back by the time you woke up.

*

Mist. Its very where , blocking your vision rendering you technically blind , unable to see more then 4 feet in front of you.

Your head flicks quickly to the side as at the corner of your eye you say something moving with the fog.

It looked vaguely human but not?

A audible swish passes right in-front of your head Snaps to that side where you saw it.

There it is again you say to yourself. It looked like a man from what you saw , a bit tall and lean.

It happens again but this this you are able to make out a familiar dark straight hair with tiny strands of gray hairs scatterings around the cranium.

“Father”? You called out , ever so softly. Your face scrunches up in a mix of shock,scared and a bit of disgust if you were being honest.

Why did he have to show up here. After everything he has done to!

He neglected me!

He ignored me!

And worst of all , i was the child that he never loved. It was always the Damien this. Dick that. Jason this and even Tim too!

Why couldn’t you be loved for once?

Were you really that unlovable?

Maybe Damien was right. You should of killed yourself long ago.

You were referring to a conversation that you and him had a while ago before the dinner.

Crying in your locked room , you sat quietly in the corner and crying your eyes out over a test. Your test in your hands and crumpled up completely stained with tear and scribbles of marker all over it.

It was kinda dumb now that think about it , it was only a 94 percent which was enough to get pass by with a nod from bruce.

Even tho you had a bit of training from bruce and dick You hadn’t heard Damien come into your room and stand in front of your form , towering over you intil you heard his snobby childish voice.

“Of course. only you are weak enough to cry over trivial thing.” he scoffed

You didn’t know why but you opened up to him as vulnerable as you were.

“ im sorry” you cried, your voice shaky and unstable “ i did Everything right. I studied for days to get a full score on this but even tho i tried my best i was only been able to get less them I anticipated.”

He face palmed audibly and pinched the bridge of his nose in disgust and disappointment.

“You will never get it will you”? He questioned.

Making you look up to him and utter confusion to his questions, stopping your cries leaving an annoying hiccups and sniffles.

“No matter how hard you try you will never be better then us in any form be it skills or academic. Im not even sure how my father got a hold of you but it was clear mistake. You clearly don’t belong with us or to be part of this prestige family”

Your blood shot eyes glaze over his striking emerald green eyes that seemed to pierce thru yours,full of pure hatred and disgust.

Your voice dry and horse manages to respond with a bombastic and confused “what”?

He spoke up,only getting more annoyed by the second.

“ i shouldn’t have to clarify. This is utterly stupid and meaningless like you. You aren’t even fathers real child, i was born be talent and resilient because i am fathers real offspring”.

“ you should even mention that, everyone in this house is family one way or another blood or not we are all equal” you spit back , slightly angry at his ignorance

“ its pathetic if you think we are all on the same level. I am better them every one here with the exception of father obviously”. He voice laced with malice and bad intentions

“ the only reason why you act like you are better then everyone is because you were breed to be the perfect heir, it not comparable to my situation ”!

He scoffs loudly , almost amused in a way.

“ you are only making more excuses for your sorry ass to hide behind”!he raise his voice but quickly restrains himself from going louder.

“ im not making any excuses”! your pain loud and shown. You stand up on your shaking legs that had fallen asleep way before the argument. You use one of your arms as support against the wall while point at him with the other other one . Straight. at .him . which seemed to aggravate him even more.

“You don’t get to talk! I have never made excuses up! Never when i had to pull all nighter and especially never when i begged for fathers approval or when i tried to train to be( emphasis on that word) what he originally wanted me to be. A robin and partner”. You voice faded at the last word . A partner you could of been to him. a daughter.

“I can not fathom you being a robin . You would of been worse then Grayson”. He smirked “The name would of been tarnished and with that reputation i would of never wanted to be the robin. My mothe-” you stop his gloating. The more he speak the more anger and pitiful you become. You can’t stand him being in your room , criticizing you for trying yours best so you end it quickly. You are so done with his entitled bs.

“just becuase you get to grown up in a place where everyone adore you doesn’t mean you get to act like you own this place. I didnt! Even tho i have been here longer then you i still need to prove myself!” Your voice shakes in a sign of weakness. Your are too close to crying to keep talking. Its ahed enough to stop yourself from shedding more tears in front of him and talking would probably break you even more.

You did need that right now.

“ you have all the blame. you said it yourself , you have been here longer but who is the forgotten one. Im still appalled father even liked you enough to take you in.” and with that he leaves, his comments hanging in the air as you stood there, dumb founded.

His voice so momotoned compared to his hurtful comments.

He spat venom and it seemed to seep into your vain, intoxicating you. Drowning you in a sorrow that now was infecting you quicker then you had hoped.

As his body slithered out of the room like a conniving snake with quickness. he turn one last time to you with his green emerald eyes.

“ and make sure to clean the blood of your neck. Its an awful sign to see if you aren’t go thru with it.”

The door slammed shut as like clock work your back slide down against the wall, landing on the floor with force.

Shirt. You cursed at yourself. Instinctively your hand went to the aprt of your neck whoch had tried. Blood on it.

You had completely forgot about when the argument happend .

Your hand losses snd a tiny sharp piece of metal dropped onto the wooden floor.

You didnt even have to look down at the state of your hand. It was eveident in the exesive amount of bloood that was drooping on the side and the theobbing feeling in your hand.

It was like a mini heart beat right on the palm of your hand, resdy to be crushed.

Damn Damien. Why did it have to be him to come. Why couslnr it be some one like dick or tim.

Forgotten…

Forgotten…

Forgotten…

Those where the words that stuck with you the most. It was pointless arguing because he was simply right. He is always right.

That night you cried and cried your poor little heart out until you couldn’t anymore. You learned that no matter how much you tried you would never be better then Damien… but you sure could try. If you couldn’t get his attention by education then something else could. What if you saved a life ? Would that be good enough.

*

You bolted away , standing up right. You breathing was labored and quick . it felt like you had just run a marathom not incldue how fast your heart was beaking , you swore you could feel it trying to escape from body, banging on your ribcage for exit.

Water. You needed water .Your mouth was dry, really dry.

You could barely speak before a glass of water magically apeaired infront of you. Taking it without any question you drank it all with aggressiveness. So aggresive infact that some of the water spilled on you b it yiu didnt care, only to clech the throst in your blood.

“ whoa who, someone is thirsty” you heard a soft chuckle aling with it.

It sounded so familiar…so similar to…

You head grappled to the your side where a short haired woman sat.

“ catwoman?”

An:

Hi !!! How are you guys , i hope you see having a great day and in good health. I just wanted some feed back to see what direction you guys want the story to take. Tho i do have a general outline i would just like suggestions. Bye love you guys!!!

[lbcreations-blog]

Holy Mother Of Many

Summary: You are the wife of God himself. You both made many amazing angelic children such as Lucifer and Sera, one day in many of the galaxys and cosmos problems occurred, so you set out to fix the problems while intrusting your husband with your children. But what you didn't know was when leaving many bad things would happen, making hardly any good come out of it.

Female mother reader

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You had a relationship with the holy father God himself. You were his devine wife, the holy mother of all creations. You were together since the start of everything.

You had many devine children, one of your favorites being little Lucifer. Just seeing him when he was a baby, you knew he would have a similar personality to you. Sadly, you never got to find out due to you having to leave to do other things like glaxeys and cosmos to look after. Before you left, you instructed your husband to look after both of your creations. You then left the home you loved.

Oh, how would you regret that decision.

??? Years later

You were now working on a glaxey in your main form (which is like atleast 300ft tall) when you realized you should really take a vacay and see your husband again and all your angelic children, I mean it has been many many many many many many many years.

A few mins later, you arrived in front of heavens gates in your smol form (7 ft tall). About to walk in, you saw a blonde male at a podium. "Oh greetings, mister!" You said to the man. "Welcome to heaven ma'am! May I please get your name." The man said to you.

"Name? Why do you need my name?" You asked. "Well-" "St Peter, let me deal with this," Sera interrupted Peter and told him so while flying down from somewhere. "Yes, Sera," St Peter said, then flying away. "Wait, Sera?" You said, "Hello mother, " Sera said softly, smiling. You quickly hugged her. "Oh, Sera, my darling daughter!" You said.

You moved slightly backward so you can have eye contact with her. "Oh, sweety, you're all grown up! Im so sorry that i haven't been here!" You told Sera. "It's alright, mother," she told you. "Anyway, what's up with the whole name thing? And where's Luci? And all my other beautiful children?" You asked her.

"Let's go and talk about this somewhere else," Sera said as she telaported you both into what you assumed was her office. "Take a seat, mother," Sera told you. You listened to your daughter and sat down on the comfortable seat.

"You see Mother when you left. Father decided to sleep once i and some of the others were old enough, and he is still sleeping. When he first fell asleep, some of the oldest ones and I made a project called Earth, and we made these creatures called humans. And well... Lucifer destroyed it with childish actions. He brought evil into earth, and in turn, he created his own doman fill of that evil. He lives there, ruling the doman of evil." Sera told you.

"WHAT⁉️"

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"You know what, I'm going down there to check on him," you told Sera. "But mother," Sera began "no don't even think about it, Sera," you said, getting up. "Yes, mother," Sera said, making a portal in front of the hotel for you. "I'll talk to you more once i return," you said, entering the portal. "Yes, mother," she said not trying to upset you anymore.

"I wonder why Sera telaported me in front of a hotel." You sighed. "Oh well, he's probably in there. I can sense my boy," you said, walking up to the door.

You knocked on the door, and a few minutes later, a pink and white spider looking guy opened it and looked at you in shock. "Hey uh Vaggie there is an angel at the door!" The guy said toward what you saw to be an ex angel, going by her aura, wings, and lack of halo, at least.

"Oh shoot, I'll go get Charlie you let her get comfy," Vaggie said to the pink and white spider guy. "But isn't she busy with something important with Alastor?" The guy asked. "Oh, right! I guess I'll get Lucifer and be nice to her Angel!" Vaggie said, running up the hotel stairs. You smiled at the mention of Lucifer, You were so excited to see your son.

You now sat on the couch, which the man named Angel kindly led you to sit on and wait. While waiting, who you now learned was named Angel dust tried making small talk with you. But it did not really end up well he seemed to be nervous for some reason, but you decided not to overlook it in some way.

After a few minutes of waiting, a portal finally opened. Lucifer walked into the hotel lobby and made eye contact with you. You immediately telaported to him and tightly hugged him. "Oh Luci, my son. I'm so happy to see you again!" You told him.

"Mom? What are you doing here?" Lucifer asked you. "To see you ofcourse" You told him, holding his rosy cheeks and looking down at him. "I would have came much much earlier if I knew what happened to you all those years ago, but I intrusted your now excuse of a father to you and your siblings."

"Are you alright, though? I'm aware the... Fall. Was, alot," "Of course im alright Mom, i have a daughter now. " Your smile increased at that information. "I have a granddaughter?!" You asked Lucifer, squishing his rosy cheeks even more. "Indeed you do, mom," Lucifer told you. "Oh my word, im a grandmother! That's crazy so where is she?" You asked him.

"Well... she just walked through the doors right now. " You looked behind you seeing the splitting image of your son in a female form. You smiled cheek to cheek upon seeing this just seeing her. You knew the both had at least a similar personality.

"Dad, why is there an angel here?" His daughter asked. "Charlie, this is your grandmother." "It's nice to meet you, my granddaughter." "It's nice to meet you too. My name is Charlie, but you already know that, i have one question, though: how come i did not see you in heaven?" Charlie asked.

"Well, i was busy with a lot of work at that moment," you told her. "Oh! uhm! Can I tell you about this project im working on!?" Charlie asked you. "Sure ofcourse go ahead. I'd love to hear of such" Charlie bounced up upon hearing that and started walking you through the hotel with your son that Vaggie girl and what you sensed to be a smiling fellow behind he did not speak yet though.

You needed to wake up your husband and scoled him for his passed actions and Sera as well, but for now, you would enjoy the company of the Hazbin Hotel.

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[yurinaa-world]

Hi there! :D I saw that resquest are open so I wanted to make mine: I couldn't help but imagine a scenario where the reader finds a sad Grim crying because he doesn't feel like he's progressing or improving as a wizard. So the reader cradles Grim (like the baby cat he is) and sings him the song: Baby of Mine from the Dumbo movie.

Take your time and no pressure, bye <3 <3

Characters: Grim !platonic x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: Comforting Grim

Warnings: fluff, spelling mistakes

𝒢𝓇𝒾𝓂

“Grim?” You called out his name worried since he just lay in bed with the covers over his head and didn’t even say good night. He’s been like that ever since school. He's been just silent—nothing—no calling you a henchman, no asking you for tuna, nothing. "Grim,” you say again, yet again, nothing.

You pull off the cover from him, face first in the bed. “Grim, are you crying?” You whisper, “Go away, human.” He grumbled. You hear his throat drying up, and he was trying to stop himself from crying. "Grim, what’s wrong? You can tell me.” You comfort him while trying to pry him off so he wouldn’t be face first on the bed.

“What’s wrong, grim? Please tell me I’ll listen.” You try to persuade an answer out of him: “Everything is so stupid. I’m trying my hardest, but I’m still not good enough. I don’t understand the books we read or the potions we make; it’s so dumb! I’m supposed to be the great grim, but I can’t doo anything."Grim explodes in your face, telling you all at once what was bothering him.

“Let go, henchmen!” You ignore his complaint and cradle him in your arm while you hear an assortment of “let go." "Stop, I’m not a baby,” “I’ll burn,” and much more. "Just listen,” you say.

“Baby mine, don’t you cry.”

“Baby mine, don’t you cry.”

“Rest your head close to my heart.

“Baby mine, don’t you cry.”

Yet with only a couple of verses, it got Grim to pass out. You put him down in your arms and put him in bed before continuing on.

“Little one, when you play

Don't you mind what you say?

Let those eyes sparkle and shine.

Never a tear, baby of mine.”

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[crypticcozycorner]

Cw// talking about my own experiences with toxic/abusive people in the context of gravity falls

One thing I really appreciate about the Mabel and Ford page where they hold Bill’s funeral is the fact that Ford describes the moment as bittersweet. Yes, he’s glad he’s gone, but there’s a part of him that looks back at the “good times” and is upset that things didn’t work out differently, even tho he know what happened was absolutely for the best. As someone who was in what turned out to be a toxic relationship that did have moments of physical violence, although not nearly as bad as Ford and Bill, there is a tiny part of me that misses them even tho I know they were absolutely fucking horrible for me, and I’m so much better off without them. That manipulation sticks. And I really appreciate that Mabel has the emotional maturity to recognize this and comfort him. I feel like she would understand the complexity of these emotions more than Dipper would.

DO NOT TAG THIS WITH BILLFORD. EVEN “toxic billford” OR WHATEVER TF. This is a post about dealing with the aftermath of abuse not fuel for you “toxic yoai”. I will put anyone who does that shit on blast

[slightly-foolish]

AM I PROJECTING? Probably but HERE ME OUT! pim is aro-ace and just really physically affectionate. Like he views Charlie is still his best friend in the whole world, and he loves and cares for him deeply, just not romantically. His kisses and hugs are just how he shows platonic love and affection! What I’m saying is MAKE MORE PLATONIC ART OF THEM PLEASE

[outcasts-redeemer]

There’s that face

Weiss was silent as she watched Jaune clean Crocea Mors. Every inch of his armor and shield was covered in rust. But his sword? It was spotless. If it wasn’t for its broken tip she would have thought it was pristine. 

“Why didn’t tend to your armor?” Weiss turned to where the question originated from and saw Yang sitting forward with here eyes narrowed in thought. “Its probably not good for it.”

Jaune gave her a brief sad smile before turning back to his blade to continue to clean it. “I tried. But no matter how much i scrubbed it never went off. Over time it just built up. Heh. Not that this place cares. I’ve tested it out on all sorts of stuff and its never failed me so its not like the inside is rusted.”

“May I try?” Weiss realized until she saw Jaune’s tired eyes glance at her.

He shrugged and held out the rag, a strip of red fabric similar to the one tying his hair back, out to her. “Sure be my guest.“

Weiss stood and went over to him before sitting in front of his chest plate and gently took the rag. “I’m sorry you went through this Jaune.”

Jaune smirked as he said, “It wasn’t so bad...”

Weiss placed the rag on his chest and slowly began to wipe. “I’m sure that’s what you convinced yourself.”

Jaune said nothing as he looked away, his fists clenching causing his gauntlets to creak

Weiss swallowed, “You don’t have to pretend to be ok you know. You don’t have to keep fighting. We’re here now. And frankly we’re not going anywhere without you tied to at least one of us.” Weiss paused her rubbing as she felt some of the rust give under her hand. But quickly started up again. “We care about you. And If we had known you were here. We would have torn everything apart to get to you.” She felt even more of the rust give way to her rubbing, and saw the small particles floating away in the wind in her peripheral vision. “And when we get out of here. We will be with you, no matter what comes next. I’ll be there for you.”

Jaune said nothing as he turned to look at her, tears falling softy down his cheeks. “Its been twenty years... I don’t think I can be the Jaune you used to know...”

Weiss palmed his bearded cheek with her free hand and smiled sadly. “You don’t need to be anything other than yourself... We can figure out the rest later.” She stopped rubbing as she felt the rest of the rust give and slowly lifted her hand away from his chest revealing a small circle of polished armor in a sea of rust as well as her reflection. “There, There’s that face. I’ve been needing a mirror.”

Jaune choked back a laugh. “Did you just make a joke?”

Weiss smirked and looked at him smugly. “Someone has to and Yang’s never been that good at it.”

At that Jaune threw his head back and openly laughed.

[mrfilippa]

Ciao! Scusa se ti scrivo, ma vedere Giacomo come pfp è stato 😅 isterico

A volte dimentico che su tumblr ci sono anche italiani

Tranquiz, è proprio l'effetto che voglio dare quando la gente naviga sul mio blog!

Comunque che bello vedere altre persone italiane fan di keroro!!!

[c0re-m3]

I think they would be good friend’s

[belphegor-the-tendon]

Two counts of arson, multiple counts of attempted manslaughter, theft and tax evasion.

[the-geek-librarian]

*sight* Don't you love it when you make your fav bitches share one body for angst and comedy reasons? Or when you make them lose all they previously had made for themselves only leaving behind each other as their only comfort?

*Looks over at Lolo, Asta, Yuno, Mars and Ichika* Bc i sure love doing it to those fuckers

[stafdash]

Am I weird for liking llorumi in the "they love each other so much but will always be enemies no matter what universe" way...

[dickgraysonass]

shatter me in pieces

Batman x neglected reader part 6

Summary: not everything is how it looks

Art is not mine so full credit to the artist⛔️

*static*

the sound of tv turning on rings across the silent room earning the attention of ones that sat attentively .

Before long a voice run past thru from the tv show a robotic yet seeming energetic voice of a women despite the situation at hand.

“Hello gotham , this is vicki vale reporting from live from the steps of the conviction store that has just held a tragedy of inconvenience tonight. At 11:36 pm a robbery occurred tragically killin-”

The television turns off before any more information could be disclosed, the room as silent as ever until someone speaks up.

“ how could we let this happen?” Jason questions finally standing up from his seat that felt like it was about to burst in flames. His face a mixture of fury and guilt

Bruce calls out to jason quitely both a warning and consolance.

Jason continue catching the attention of the other mimes in the room.

“We could of stopped it , its our fault shes dead! If only-”

“Jason.” Bruces calls out

“ this is my fault if i would of done so-”

“Jason stop this!” His name echoed thru the walls , bring him to stop , awfully aware of every movement in his body. The beating of his heart, the tingling feeling in fingertips and the way his heart eached as the memory of your death. He hadn’t really known you as well as he would like to say , at least compared to dick but there was just something that felt….. off like a hole in his chest that slowly chipped away since your death.

Maybe it was a possibility that you guys could bond since you would know how he feel. He knew a way…. He was a product of that ‘way’ and maybe you would too

Hiiiiii, im back but it probably wont be as consistent as it was before since im in testing season now. Sorry its short for now

[lbcreations-blog]

A dad doing his best

A nightmare of sadness

Summary: Lucifer has to take care of his youngest child, who in human years is only the age of 6

Important: Reader is called a prinx because that's the gn term I like best for princess/prince

Timeline placement: The fanfic takes place before Lucifer goes to the hotel

Character relationship with reader: plotonic

Reader is gn

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It was a trouble for Lucifer with Lilith gone and you being such a young age. Lucifer was oh so depressed so he was basically neglecting you. The only things he would do for you was give you food and other necessities, but never any true attention.

He would have given you to Charlie so she could look after you, but he knew that was wrong for a child your age. You already did not have your mother. You needed your father, and Lucifer was too scared to ask Charlie of something like that anyway.

Lucifer at the moment was at his desk working on a new duck. He was highly focused on the details, making sure he got everything right, when suddenly, he heard a scream making him jump up in his seat. He then realized where the scream of terror was coming from.

It was your room.

Lucifer quickly made a portal to your room. Once entering your room, Lucifer saw you balling your eyes out, chest heaving up and down, and you looked absolutely terrified.

Lucifer went up to you, trying to be calm for your sake. Lucifer sat on the left side of your bed and carefully cupped your right cheek. "Are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?" Lucifer asked you.

"Y‐yes, i-it w-was scary," you told him in between hiccups. Lucifer wiped your tears off your cheeks and then looked to the right of him to think on what to say next, when he saw your teddy, in which he then took the teddy into his hand.

"Hey, why don't you tell me about the nightmare to get it off your chest and hug Mr teddy while you're at it?" Lucifer told you. "Okay, Daddy," you responded as you took Mr teddy into your arms.

"So, my nightmare... in it... a weird scary lady was there, and she... hurt Charlie... and... you..." You started tearing up again, thinking back on the nightmare. Lucifer then quickly hugged you. "Shhh, hey, it's OK. You don't have to tell me the rest. I understand. Hey, look at this. " Lucifer then backed away slightly from you and pulled something out of a portal to then show you a rubber duck that looked like you.

"Take this duck. It will protect you from any bad lady or guy," Lucifer told you, proudly presenting the duck to you. "But what about you and Charlie?" You asked, looking out for them. "Don't worry, your little prinx mind, we have our own ones," your dad told you.

"That's good," you told him simply. "Now you should really get back to sleep. As the prinx of hell you are, you have to be awake for tomorrow's arrival. " Lucifer told you tucking you into bed as you yawned.

"Goodnight, Daddy," you told him, slowly falling back asleep. "Goodnight, my little prinx," he told you as he quietly put the rubber duck on your nightstand and left your room.

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[nickquin]

“You see me now tonight. You see me more than ever-“ “she does not sound like that”

Happiest of late birthdays to the lovely @mayahawkins !!! You are one of the sweetest and kindest people I know and every convo we have is amazing. I know you are a bit of a slump with gifs but I love seeing each set you produce and hope you are having a lovely day !!!!!

[b0ringasfuck]

Plotoni di esecuzione e magistratura

Ma Crosetto lo sa che la magistratura anche volendo non può farlo fucilare? Nemmeno se entrassimo in guerra?

Quando c'era LVI però...

Poveri vittimini... basterebbe la smettessero di frequentare e mettere in lista delinquenti...

[umi-teardrop]

Edgeworth:(Chuckles)

Phoenix: What?

Edgeworth: It's just that after all these years you're still the man who gave these unnecessary feelings but...

Phoenix: But?

Edgeworth: Now I know that they weren't unnecessary feelings but the feelings that I hid because of fears that haunted me in the past. Now thanks to you. I managed to move on and have a great family who loves me.

Phoenix: I love you too Miles.

Edgeworth and Wright through the years