#the chat went nuts

[chicagocubsreactions]

Shota Imanaga's first words as a Cub. [x]

[hangmanbradshaw]

Longingly staring at my laptop while re-watching Daisy’s filmography as I think about the entire fic brainstorm session @cottagecori and I had about frenemy storm chasers Bradley and Tyler meeting weather service Kate and Jake and the princess and the pauper style switcheroo Jake and Tyler decide to do.

[green-tea-lemonade]

OH MY GOD YOU'RE BACK I'M SO HAPPY!!! YOU ARE MY FAVORITE ARTIST EVER EVER EVER AAAAHHHH

AAAAAA thank you that literally means so much for me to hear!!!!! YESSS!!! I am back!!! >:33

I have so much SolNep content I wanna spew out from silly doodles to very random AU art to actual stories and more!!!!

[hardtchill]

I missed Tobin's stream today cos I went to the match, what did she say about Arsenal!!? Gutted to miss out on gooner Tobin haha

She was basically just fanboying and bashing Chelsea lol.

Girl wanted to make sure no one got the wrong idea. She is a gooner and that's that.

[gtliveoutofcontext]

Mat says-

Mat says next time amy comes over he’ll make sure she gets plenty of *checks notes* wet, decadent, juicy, sopping nuts.

I hate it here

[risingsunresistance]

finally got to try out the garden btw, not just playtesting and checking it out but ACTUALLY sat down and played it for a bit

I Understand.

[todayisafridaynight]

Someone reblogged your anon-ask about Daigo being 30 in 2006. And his teenage rebellion phase at 30. And yanno what? Yes he does need to grow up. But having just turned 30 not that long ago? I also kinda get it lmfao.

ngl we all act like 30 is the equivalent to like. 95 but listen ima be super cereal and say 30's probably the age where you ACTUALLY start living your life if we wanna have a Real Talk

but daigo needa not spend all his time drinking and crying in cabarets jesus fuck my boy get some game at LEAST

[cursingtoji]

hear me out

[mx-mizaqx]

AHHSWBSBHW THIS MOVIE AHSHSBSBS S

"I wish you had let the overlord take me-" The younger oni started off quietly, the slightest tremor betraying his feelings the moment he looked at his paw. The timid remark dying on his tongue as a helpless murmur grew into something louder and more desperate, "I wish you had left me to the oni!"

Before the old oni could offer him their hand, they found their eyes had met his own as he tore his gaze up from his unweilding limbs and cumbersome body. His eyes failing to hide the years of amounted torment and struggle all compacted into a simple journey through the realm! "I CAN FEEL THIS BODY DYING ALL AROUND ME!" Garmadon sobbed, his screech of dismay faltering into nothing but a whine that torn Mystaké's heart open. What seemed to be more like a pup by comparison to their millennias' worth of life was a man stripped of his pride and purpose, offered little more than a lie to repay him for his broken and failing body..

He was no emperor. And he certainly did not make for a convincing monster.

"I cannot turn you into something you are not.." Mystaké frowned to themselves as she knelt down infrong of the weeping soul they had come to love like their own child. "I cannot turn you into a true destructor." They hushed him, large but soft claws grabbing the mop of ivory hair beneath their paw, pulling Garmadon in for a hug that he would never slighted his pride for..

They watched the creases in his face, and alabaster markings crinkled like old parchment as he failed to conceal countless more pain striken sobs.. his battered form looking small and fragile like moulted skin abandoned by some serpent; a husk of a beast now as strong as paper to be caught in the winds of a storm..

[lovedrruunk]

'A Fresh Start 𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐[part ii]

When the mysterious new girl in town makes a lasting first impression, you make it your goal to befriend and welcome her to the town. [Part i] playlist!!!

self deprecating stalker jinx ill luv u 4eva & eva & eva...

"Hey."

"Hi!"

“. . .”

“. . . ?”

“. . .”

“. . . ???”

You blinked, waiting for her to say literally anything else, but nope. Just “hey.” and now she was standing there, looking like she was on the verge of shitting her pants while you wondered if this was how all her conversations went.

Surprisingly you didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable, more so confused. Looking around, your eyes landed on your old neighbor who’s own eyes were on the girl in front of you. He was giving her this look of judgment. It wasn’t obvious or harsh but it was still there. And then it clicked.

This was her.

The newcomer who moved into that old cottage on the outskirts of town. The one Mrs. Van Dee Kamp couldn’t stop speculating about, the one Mr. Gallagher said “looked like trouble”, and the same one you were so curious about. 

It wasn’t long before your group started to shuffle awkwardly, clearly ready to move on. They glanced at her, the kind of quick, hesitant looks people gave when they didn’t want to seem rude but also didn’t want to linger. One by one, they made their excuses, mumbling something about needing to get back to their stalls. They took a couple of steps away, looking back once they realized you weren’t following.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later!” you called, waving them off.

Turning back, you realized she was already staring at you, her wide pink eyes locked onto yours like you’d just caught her doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

“Hi!” you started... for the second time now.

“Uh… yeah.” she said, her voice flat as if responding to a completely different conversation.

Not exactly the warmest start, but you continued. “You’re new in town right? People have been talking, but you know, nothing bad! They’re just curious.”

Her eyes glanced left then right as you were talking, like she was scanning for an exit. “Yeah. New.”

You tilted your head. “Well, welcome. I’m–”

“Okay.” she cut you off, her tone abrupt.

“...Okay?” you repeated, blinking.

“Yeah. Thanks. Bye.”

Before you could say another word, she spun on her heel and started walking… no, speed-walking, towards the dirt path that lead into the forest.

You stood there, frozen, your brain scrambling to process what had just happened. Did she seriously just… run away? Mid-conversation?

It took you a solid few seconds to realize your jaw was hanging open. Shutting it quickly, you looked around, half expecting someone to jump out with a camera and tell you that it was a prank.

But no. The mysterious girl who had everyone talking had just bolted, leaving you standing there like an idiot.

And for some reason, instead of being offended, you couldn’t help but laugh.

Who was she? And what kind of person walked away from a perfectly normal greeting? Mind you, a greeting she had started. You didn’t know why, but suddenly, you were dying to find out.

. . .

This feeling wasn’t technically new.

For weeks, you’d felt it, that weird sensation on the back of your neck, like someone was watching you. At first, it had been easy to ignore. You told yourself it was just your brain playing tricks. It was harmless. Whatever.

But now? Not so much.

The feeling wasn’t just there when you stood still like it was before, it followed you now. Around the market, down quiet streets, even when you stopped to chat with neighbors. You’d catch glimpses, a blur of blue hair disappearing behind a corner, the faintest sound of boots on the gravel.

More than once, you were so sure you’d catch them. You’d spin around at the sound of a shuffle or a shadow that felt too close. But by the time you looked? Nothing. Just an empty alley or a completely innocent looking street lamp.

It was driving you nuts.

You didn’t have to guess who it was either. You knew it was her. The girl from the square, Powder, or whatever her name really was. The way she’d bolted last time you tried to talk to her? That had to mean something.

Now it wasn’t just about being watched. It was about her. What was her deal? Why was she sneaking around? Why couldn’t she just talk to you?

You're own feelings about the situation were confusing you. You didn't necessarily... mind it. Unlike the other townsfolk, you didn't see her as a threat. She didn't seem like the type who would go out of her way to harm you. So 'why' was the question, and you were determined to figure it out.

Every time you caught a glimpse of her, something tugged at you. It wasn’t just the mystery of it all, though that was definitely part of it. There was something about her, it's like she didn't want to be seen yet wanted all of your attention.

And you wanted to know why. Why so secluded? Why so interested in your mundane countryside life?

It wasn’t like the townsfolk were any help either. They whispered about her, sure, 'the new girl with the blue hair and the weird vibes' but that’s all they did. Whispers. Speculation. None of them had actually tried to get to know her as far as you could tell.

Which left it to you.

The more you thought about it, the more determined you got. You didn’t want to believe she was some big, bad menace just because she didn’t fit into their little box of what people here were 'supposed' to be like. She was human, and just as deserving of a community as anyone else. So, yeah, you had questions.

And, apparently, she had no intention of giving you any answers.

It was almost funny how good she was at avoiding you. You’d be walking down the street, sure you'd spotted her near the bakery, and then poof. Gone. Like she had been a figment of your imagination. It was starting to feel like a game, except you knew something she didn't. How to cheat.

. . .

“Alright, I know you’re in there!” you yelled, leaning closer to the door as your fist continued to bang on the wood. “You can’t hide forever!”

Silence.

You squinted at the cottage, the place looked... interesting. It was still that run down creepy cottage you remembered always seeing whenever you passed by, but it was strangely... lively. Big scraps of metal and parts outside, colorful flowers (although wilted), and colorful graffiti that seemed to cover every side.

Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you knocked again harder, this time raising your voice. “I’m not leaving until you open this door!”

Still nothing.

“Powder! Or... whatever your name is!” you shouted, hoping the use of her name might get a reaction.

From inside, you swore you heard a faint creak. A floorboard, maybe? It was hard to tell over the sound of your heart hammering in your ears. You leaned forward, pressing your ear to the door.

“I can hear you in there, you know.” you tried, softening your tone just a bit, stepping back from the door. “I’m not mad or anything. I just want to talk! That’s all.”

The silence that followed felt even more deafening than before. For a second, you wondered if you’d imagined the sound altogether.

And then, just as you were about to knock again, the door creaked open.

Barely.

A narrow space, enough for one pink eye to peek through.

“What do you want?” came a voice.

It wasn’t hostile exactly, but it wasn’t friendly either. Cautious. Suspicious.

You blinked, caught off guard by just how intense her gaze was up close.

“Uh, hi?” you started, scrambling for words that didn’t sound totally ridiculous. “We’ve been running into each other a lot lately- well, okay, more like you’ve been running away- but I just wanted to…” You trailed off, realizing you hadn’t actually planned this far ahead.

Her eye narrowed slightly, not moving to open the door any wider.

“...check in?” you finally finished, wincing at your own words.

The door inched shut a little more.

“Wait, wait!” you said frantically as you held up your hands.

“I mean it! No tricks, no weird town gossip or whatever. I just… I think we got off on the wrong foot. Can we maybe start over? I'd love to be friends.”

Her eye flicked to your hands, then back to your face. For a moment, you thought she was actually gonna let you in.

Instead, she sighed. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

Her voice was quieter now, laced with something you couldn’t quite place. Regret? Fear?

“Why not?” you asked gently, lowering your hands.

But she didn’t answer, instead she gave you this long silent look. And just as you were about to speak up again, the door shut and the bolt slid into place.

“Well, okay then.”

. . .

[Part iii]

when i talk abt the town pls imagine a Minecraft village or something of the sort ...

this chapter was SOOOO SELF DIVULGENT btw lololol was totally laughing my ass off writing it. I hope the difference in the way i write their povs is noticeable!!! also its 2am rn ill make sure to proof read in the morning... maybe...

part 3 sometime this week probs! it'll go back to being in pows pov ≽^•⩊•^≼˚

notes r appreciated & thx 4 reading as aaalways XOXOXOXO

[Teensy taglist (ˊᗜˋ)]

@cattjull @kenqki @powderbomb-jinxed

[ao3topshipsbracket]

Bonus statistics: the Really Funny Graph Awards

As I've pointed out before, it's often hard to notice voter fraud— even in large quantities— if you can't see, not just how many votes came in, but when and in what patterns. Accusations of fraud don't track fraud, they track controversy; the most fraud often happens in polls that nobody particularly objects to, because nobody was paying attention.

Unless you have a graph in front of you. Fortunately, we do! So here's a brief review of the graphs that made it very, very clear to the mod team group chat that someone was playing silly buggers.

Round 1:

Davekat vs Zolu would almost even look natural, if it weren't for that enormous spike at the day 4 mark. But what a spike! And Akeshu vs Supercorp has those spikes in the middle, but the beginning stages of the graph look maybe fine... if you weren't watching for the first two days, and didn't get to see the progression:

Round 2:

This, on the other hand, couldn't be mistaken for natural by anyone. Look at this nonsense. The stairstep lines! The sharpness of the peaks! The sharpness of the dropoffs, which is how you can tell that this isn't just the poll being reblogged by large accounts, it is one person putting in truly insane amounts of effort! The fraud continuing long after Hualian had a significant lead, apparently just to make sure Buddie couldn't possibly launch a counteroffensive! Isn't it beautiful!

Round 4-5:

And once again, Hualian voters— or, well, some particular Hualian voter— goes nuts. Usually in 1-day polls, the votes come in fast enough that even with a graph it's hard to see if anything's gone wonky. Not so here; that bend in both graphs at around the same time, where I can only assume our frauder stopped for the night and went to bed, is a work of art.

Round 6:

No visible irregularities in the graphs (I assume they were just happy with getting to the semifinals?) but I did see this ask pop up:

I didn't see responses from anyone who took them up on it.

Real talk: This sort of thing is the reason I run poll brackets. This is proof that one person with insane dedication and a lot of time really can be the backbone of a fandom. This is, and I know this is melodramatic but I am being entirely sincere here, a chart of human passion.

Davekat, Akeshu, and especially Hualian— someone loves you very, very much.

[mod2amaryllis]

uhh oh!!! unexpected hospital stay 🤪

last night i fell flat on my stomach tripping over absolutely nothing, so i went in to get checked. everything looks fine aside from a scraped hand and knee but they kept me for overnight monitoring just in case. this, of course, happened while jose is out of town, so ngl chat it was a rough time!!! baby spent the entire night gettin funky, blissfully unaware of her mom's moment of lonely mortal terror.

I've never had the nuts to ask but idk how much this stay will cost and I'll be officially without an income in two weeks. anything you could throw my way would be so appreciated. 💛

[solxamber]

can i ask for a deuce spade with a snow white inspired reader!! if not is fine (asking for a friend..)

Deuce Spade x Snow White! Reader

a/n: i don't know if this is what you wanted but i hope you like it <3

The first time Deuce Spade met you, it was like stepping into a fairytale. You were standing in the woods near the school, surrounded by small animals—birds perched on your shoulders, a squirrel nibbling on a nut in your hand.

He was on his way to gather potion ingredients but stopped in his tracks, staring at the scene before him.

You noticed him immediately, offering a warm smile. “Oh, hello! Are you here for the herbs? I think there are some over there,” you said, pointing to a nearby patch of greenery.

Deuce blinked, snapping out of his daze. “Uh, yeah, thanks.” He approached cautiously, trying not to startle the animals. “Are they...tame?”

“Not exactly,” you replied, laughing softly. “They just trust me. I guess they can tell I mean no harm.”

He scratched the back of his neck, glancing at the rabbit now hopping around your feet. “That’s...really cool. You’re like a real-life princess or something.”

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment, and you laughed again, the sound light and musical. “I wouldn’t go that far. I just like helping.”

“Well, it’s impressive,” Deuce said earnestly, his face turning slightly red.

Deuce discovered your talent for baking when he wandered into the kitchen one evening. The scent of apples and cinnamon filled the air, and there you were, carefully rolling out dough for a pie.

“What are you doing here so late?” he asked, stepping closer.

“Just finishing up a pie for tomorrow’s lunch,” you said, glancing up at him with a smile. “Would you like to help?"

“Me? I’m not great at cooking…”

“That’s okay. I can show you,” you said, holding out an extra apron.

Deuce hesitated but eventually slipped it on, standing beside you at the counter. Under your guidance, he peeled apples, though not without a few comical mishaps—like when an apple flew out of his hands and rolled across the floor.

“Sorry,” he muttered, embarrassed.

You laughed, picking up the rogue apple. “It’s fine. You’re doing great, Deuce.”

As the pie baked, the two of you sat at the counter, chatting. Deuce found himself staring at you, mesmerized by your kindness and the way you seemed to glow under the kitchen lights.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” he blurted out.

You blinked, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“You’re always so kind to everyone,” he said, his voice earnest. “You make people feel...safe. Like everything’s going to be okay.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you looked down at your hands. “Thank you, Deuce. That means a lot.”

The troubles at Night Raven College never seemed to end, and today’s issue was no different. A jealous classmate, irked by your growing popularity, had cast a minor spell on you during alchemy class. Though not harmful, it left you feeling lightheaded and faint.

Deuce was furious when he found out. “Who did this to you?” he demanded, his fists clenched.

“It’s okay,” you said softly, resting a hand on his arm. “I’m fine now.”

“No, it’s not okay,” he argued, his blue eyes blazing with determination. “No one gets to hurt you like that.”

Though his protectiveness touched your heart, you managed to calm him down, insisting that you didn’t want any trouble. Still, Deuce kept a close eye on you for the rest of the day, ensuring nothing else went wrong.

Later, when the two of you were alone, he took your hand in his, his expression serious.

“I’ll always protect you,” he said firmly. “No matter what.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “And I’ll always believe in you, Deuce.”

One evening, while studying together, you grew tired and dozed off at the table. Deuce noticed immediately, chuckling softly at how peaceful you looked.

He hesitated for a moment before reaching out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’re so...perfect,” he murmured, his cheeks heating up.

Feeling bold, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his heart racing. To his surprise, your eyes fluttered open, and you blinked sleepily up at him.

“Deuce?” you mumbled, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said quickly, pulling back.

You shook your head, sitting up. “It’s okay. That was...really sweet.”

His face turned red, and he looked away, scratching the back of his neck. “I just—wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You leaned closer, kissing his cheek in return. “Thank you, Deuce. You really are my knight in shining armor.”

Deuce’s heart soared at your words, and he couldn’t help but smile, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.

Masterlist

[yall-batman-fanfic]

Blurred Photos | Batfam x OC!Magician x Batsis

Synopsis: Gotham press is going nuts with the birth of Bruce Wayne’s daughter and is trying to get a scoop, but it wasn’t just the press that wanted a photo of Gotham’s princess. 

Bruce and Vivian Wayne were protective with their new born daughter. They didn’t let the press get a glimpse of the girl for months. For some reason, every stolen photo of the family whenever they roam the city would have the infant girl blurred or the photo itself would be blurred. When a photographer thought it was just some plot by their costume criminals that has something against digital photographs, they turned to film, but even their shots with the film were compromised. Or their cameras would have some problem before taking the shot. 

Strange.

It infuriated many photographers as their bosses wanted to be the first to publish an article about the most awaited birth in Gotham. When Vivian and Bruce revealed their pregnancy many months ago, people were trying to get a scoop from them – what’s the gender? What’s going to be the name of their child? How do the couple feel about having a baby at this late stage in their life? And for Vivian, how does it feel being pregnant at such an old age? The last part nearly had the chasing paparazzi punched by Bruce if it weren’t for Dick stopping him… and for Jason doing it himself. 

“Alright, what did you do, Viv. You gotta tell us how you did it,” Tim said as he looked at the magazine that had their photo in the mall but with Valerie’s face blurred out. 

It was one of the rare times he and his brothers got to babysit their sister and bring her to the mall, and during their time there, there were so many who wanted to get a photo of Valerie. While Jason and Damian did a good job to get them far from their sister and stop any photos to be taken, there were still those who got a photo of them sitting in a cafe with the stroller. 

Or Jason wearing the baby carrier with their sister happily sitting there and pointing for her bigger and older brother to go near the cat that was in the fountain. 

Or when Damian was carrying her while he let her drink her milk from the bottle. 

It was an adorable sight to see her sons with their sister and would want to have those shots but she knew how the press worked and she needed to protect her daughter so she placed a little glamor to do it.

“A little spell I learned,” Vivian answered as she fed Valerie some mushed food. “It’s a really old spell that witches used to protect their charge and secrets from unwanted people by blurring out the senses of those listening when that charge mentions that secret. What I did is a little tweaking with the spell that would blur out the photos from untrusted people. That’s why you guys get to take photos of little Val.” She then took a scoop of the food to eat. “Smart, right?”

“Yeah, it is,” said Tim.

“Mumma! Mumma!” Val giggled when she ate her mushed food and asked for more.

Tim chuckled. “Viv, that’s for Val, not for you.”

“I know, but it’s really good. Here, have a taste,” she shoved the spoon into Tim’s mouth to taste before he could protest.

“Yeah, not bad,” Tim said and went to get another spoon for Val. He made sure to tickle the girl as he passed her.

“‘Immy!” Val made grabbing motions to him.

“Okay, I’ll stay here with you,” Tim said and sat beside her and fed his sister while Vivian finally had her breakfast. He then took out his phone and took a selfie of him and Valerie holding his finger, then sent it to their group chat.

It instantly had replies from everyone in the chat.

Barbara replied: Cutie! 

Duke said: Adorable! — I can get some more baby food before heading back after patrol, Mrs. P.

Steph said: I wanna squish those cheeks! So adorable… oh, Tim there too.

Cass sent a ton of emojis that were filled with hearts and kisses.

Damian replied: You’re hogging her now, Drake, but when I get home I’ll bring Valerie on mine and Titus’ walks.

Then Jason said: Goodluck with that. I’m on my way home. I’m taking her with me.

Dick replied with a photo of some baby clothes he found in Bludhaven with a caption saying: They got Nightwing onesies! 

Damian replied with: Unfair. How come they don’t have Robin merchandise?

Vivian laughed at their chats and turned her phone on silent for now, as it kept sending notifications. She then fed her daughter another scoop and said: “You are a troublemaker, you know that? And you’re not even doing it.”

Valerie squealed and happily ate her mushed food, and as Alfred entered the kitchen with a warm towel to clean up the girl’s cheeks and hands. “Gampa!” 

Alfred smiled at the girl and asked, “Here you go, Ms. Valerie. Time to clean up.”

Valerie pouted her lips, thinking it would help her grandfather and let him wipe the mess on her face, and then she let go of Tim to clean her hands. 

“There, all clean,” said Alfred.

“Thank you, Alfred,” Vivian said and picked up the girl from her high chair and told Tim she was just going to give Valerie a bath. “Then, we could head to the garden and play with Grandpa Alfred.”

~*~

Bruce rarely has visitors from his family in the office. Vivian didn’t want to disturb him at work as much as she could, but with Valerie now here he welcomes the visits and their lunches together. So, when his secretary mentioned that Vivian and Valerie were on their way up, he immediately packed up so he could meet them halfway in the building and they could head for lunch.

He made sure to leave his blazer and opt for a simple jacket, having learned that lunch with his daughter could mean there is a possibility of a mess.

As he walked through the corridor, he followed the sound of some of the employees that were making a commotion with the whispers of “Valerie Wayne’s here”, because at the very center of it was Vivian holding their daughter who was shy with the sight of the people around them. Lucius Fox was with them and he was more than able to shield the child from the adoring fans who kept calling the child’s attention.

“Dada!” Valerie whimpered and reached for him.

“I’m here, Val,” Bruce picked up his daughter and kissed Vivian in greeting. “Val, is everything alright?”

Valerie hid her face at the crook of her father’s neck and held onto him like her life depended on it.”

“Dada,” Valerie muttered.

 “Lucius, we’ll just head out for lunch.”

“Of course, Mr. Wayne. Do enjoy your lunch. It was nice to see you again, Professor Pryor, and a delight to see little Valerie Pryor-Wayne.”

Vivian thanked Lucius for the help and joined Bruce to their walk out of the building and to their favorite cafe that wasn’t far. They took their table inside by the window that showed Wayne Tower, Valerie liked looking up to see the gargoyles there. 

“How was your day?” Vivian asked him.

“Meetings. I might take a trip to Argentina to see our division there. There’s some issues that need addressing. I was thinking of bringing you both along. Dick can look over everyone.”

“Val’s first trip out of the country,” Vivian fed their daughter with mashed food. “Wanna see Dada work?”

Valerie, as if she understood, nodded and reached to get more from her spoon. 

“Good thing she already has a passport. Just tell me when and I’ll prepare our things. Man, the others will riot when they find out that we’re taking Val for a couple of days out of the country.”

“How about you two, how was your day?”

“Usual. Val and I dropped Damian off at school. Then we headed home where we played with Alfred in the garden. She almost ate mud but we caught her before she could take a bite of her mud pie.”

As they had their lunch, conversing about their day, a man outside the window passed by and took a photo of Valerie before they could even notice. The flash startled Valerie that the girl started crying. Bruce was quick to his feet and started running out of the cafe and chased the man who took the shot. Vivian, while holding their daughter, looked out of the window and saw the man about to cross. With a wave of her hand, she had him blocked by a runaway shopping cart. 

Bruce approached the man and held out his hand to him. “The camera,” Bruce glared at him. He knew that the photo would be compromised, thanks to Vivian’s spell, but he wasn’t going to let anyone get away with something like this. Especially when it wasn’t a public event nor has he given the press any permission to post photos of his daughter on their papers. Not that they could anyway. 

“Come on, Wayne,” the man chuckled. “It’s not like it hurt anyone.”

Bruce grabbed the man by his arm, pulled him up and pointed in the direction of the cafe window where Vivian was trying to calm Valerie’s cries. “No harm? My daughter is barely one, and you’re already circling her like vultures. I should report you for taking my daughter’s photo without our consent.”

“It’s just the job – come on!”

Bruce wouldn’t have it, he took the SD card from his camera and pocketed it. “I’ll give this back to your boss,” he said then walked back to the cafe where Valerie reached for him. 

Bruce took his daughter and her cries calmed instantly in her father’s arms. “You’re okay,” Bruce whispered to her. “You’re okay.” Sitting back down, Vivian pulled down the blinds of the window, and sat next to Bruce as she checked on her daughter. “Thanks for the shopping cart, if you hadn’t I bet that chase would have gone for a block.”

“I’m sure you would have found some way to catch him,” Vivian wiped her daughter’s tears. “I guess lunch is ruined, huh?”

“We can get these to go and eat at my office.”

“Val would make a mess.”

“It’ll be fine… I think we should have just had lunch there in the first place, but she does like to look at the gargoyles.”

“Another Wayne trait she got,” Vivian chuckled. She then asked one of the staff to pack their food to go and to bring the bill. 

After packing up, the couple went back to Wayne Tower where they continued their lunch at Bruce’s office. They settled on sitting on the ground where Valerie could crawl on her outdoor blanket and see out the window. She didn’t have her gargoyles there but she did have  the city and she was close to the sky. 

“Mumma!” Valerie pointed out to the horizon.

“You want to fly?” Vivian asked as she ate her lunch.

“Mumma!” Valerie raised her arms up.

Bruce pulled his daughter to sit on his lap and fed her more of her food. “Soon, we’ll fly around Gotham. I’ll take you flying.”

“Or we could ask Clark or Jon or Conner to help out,” Vivian teased him.

“No,” he said with a deadpan face.

“Dada!” Valerie kissed his cheek. 

Vivian could easily just take Valerie flying with her using her magic but she knew how important it was for Bruce to give that experience to their daughter so she kept the offer to herself. 

“Also, when we went to the store earlier, Val was pretty insistent on this, and I just can’t say no,” Vivian pulled out a toy from their bag. When Valerie saw the plush, she reached out for it and hugged it as soon as she got hold.

“Ba-man!” Valerie pointed at the toy, telling her father who it was.

Bruce chuckled. “Who is that?”

‘Ba-man!” 

They had an agreement, the entire family, that for the safety of their secret identities and for Valerie too, they won’t disclose to her about the whole Bat-vigilante gig they had going on. They would come to see her in their costumes, since she would be too young to remember any of it, and it seems the silhouette of the Dark Knight imprinted on her mind that she can easily identify Batman whenever she sees them. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t bring her to the Batcave so often now,” said Bruce.

“She’s still young, Bruce. She won’t remember much. What she will remember is that Batman and the Robins are there to protect her,” Vivian kissed his cheek. “Also, the boys are jealous when I showed them the photo of her hugging Bat-plush, so they started looking for their plush merch.”

“Are there any?” Bruce raised a brow.

“I’m sure Bludhaven has a Nightwing one, can’t say for Robin and Red Hood or Batgirl… I think Jason and Barbara are planning on making their own.”

~*~

“I got the baby bag,” said Tim. 

“You forgot her snacks,��� Jason shoved the small Tupperwares into the bag.

“What about Bat-plush? You think she’ll want it?” Damian asked.

“Bring it anyway,” Dick replied.

It was one of the rare days when they get to babysit Valerie. Bruce and Vivian were called to a meeting for the Wayne Foundation about a charity event they were going to host and with Alfred helping to set up the caterers, they didn’t have anyone to look after their daughter, which meant she’ll be left with her brothers and sisters. 

It was only Damian at the manor that time and he swore that he can look after his baby sister on his own, while Bruce and Valerie had complete faith in him to protect Valerie, they were not so sure about handling the diaper changes or the feeding or what are allowed for babies to do and have. So, they called for the only son they knew who had good experience after looking after all of them all. 

Dick. 

But for reassurance, Bruce also called Tim. 

Then Jason also arrived, out of the blue, to see Valerie. So, now there were four. Then Duke arrived after finishing his patrol and was about to head out to visit his parents who were still at the hospital (for further observation after Vivian cured them of Joker gas) but decided to do so after the four were settled with Valerie’s things.

Now there were five of them. 

Five brothers.

Five Robins.

What could go wrong, right?

Duke only watched as Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian fussed about what to put in the bag and how to use the stroller while he held Valerie on the counter. The girl was more than content to be in his arms while she munched on a soft biscuit. 

“Duke!” Valerie handed him a biscuit from her plate.

“Thanks, Val,” Duke chuckled and ate the biscuit. “They’re taking a while, aren’t they?”

Valerie sighed and tugged on his hoodie. “Lena,” she said, pointing out the kitchen window to the garden. 

“Wanna visit Helena?” Duke asked.

Valerie nodded.

“Okay, let’s wait for them there,” Duke picked up the baby from the counter and took the Batman plush from the seat before they went out to the garden and wait for the others to finish their discussion on the list of things that’s needed in the bag. Completely forgetting about the list that Vivian placed on the refrigerator for their guide.

Sitting on the grass, Duke set Valerie to stand on the ground and held her hands. 

“Mumma?” Valerie asked.

“Mrs. P is in a meeting today so it’s just us, Val.”

“Dada?”

“Also in a meeting.”

Valerie pouted. 

“I know, Val. But we’re gonna have loads of fun today, if Tim gets to finish packing.”

Valerie sighed again and sat on the ground with her Bat-plush, she started playing with the toy, moving its stubby arms and legs around, until a shadow loomed over her. Looking up, Valerie grinned, showing her two front teeth, and reached out to the person.

“Cassie!” Valerie got up to hug her sister.

“Hi, Val,” Cassandra sat on the ground and hugged the girl. “Miss you.”

Valerie didn’t reply, she only hugged her tight and settled on Cassandra’s lap.

“Hey, Cass. Didn’t hear you come in,” said Duke. “I thought you were following on a lead.”

“Finished. Now babysit.”

“Vivian told you, didn’t she?”

Cassandra nodded. “Missed Val,” she hugged the girl and kissed her cheek. Val giggled and returned the gesture. “Taking long?”

“Yeah, Tim and the others can’t figure out how to use the stroller and what to put in the bag.”

“Let’s help. Then we went out,” Cassandra handed Valerie to Duke again and the three of them went inside. Upon entering, they were greeted by the sight of Dick and the others having a hard time to figure out how to fit all the things they prepared into the bag and how to fix the stroller. 

Sighing, Cassandra took the note from the fridge and showed to them what needs to be brought along. What made Duke laugh was the first line on the note in Vivian’s penmanship: Congratulations, you finally found this! Or Cassandra and Duke found it and showed it to you four. What to bring for Val’s baby bag… 

Then for the stroller, Cassandra took the thing from Jason and with one push of a button she had the thing standing from its folded state, then back to being folded so they could put it in the car.

“Easy,” she said to them and carried the thing out. They’ll be bringing Dick’s car since it had more space. Next challenge was putting the car seat, luckily Duke was familiar with how to do it, as he watched Batman set one in the Batmobile once, not sure why but he did help Bruce when they bought one for the car. With the car seat in Dick’s car, not everyone would fit in the vehicle. Jason gave in to taking his bike and meeting them in the park with Cassandra.  

Once at their destination, with Valerie riding her stroller that Jason was pushing, they were met by Barbara and Stephanie, and Kate, who wanted to see the youngest member of their family. 

“There she is! My little cousin – once, twice, thrice, I don’t give a fuck, removed,” Kate picked up the girl, who happily pulled on her red hair as it reminded her of her mother’s red hair. “Yeah, ow, ow… Someone get the baby now.”

“Alright, Val, let’s go!” Barbara took her but got the same treatment too so Jason took her from them. 

“What are you guys doing here?” Damian asked.

“Dick messaged me that you guys were taking Val to the park,” said Barbara.

“I was really just going to do errands, but when Dick said to the group chat that you were heading here, I thought why not see the little princess first. Cass, wanna come with?” Steph replied.

Cassandra nodded, after saying goodbye to Valerie with a kiss on the cheek and went with Stephanie. 

Kate shrugged and said: “Would you believe me that I genuinely wanted to see the kid?”

“A little hard to do,” Jason snickered.

“Honestly, I did want to see Val but I also need to head out.”

“Listen, I gotta bounce too,” Duke said. “I’m gonna visit my parents at the hospital.”

“Okay,” Jason tossed him his bike. “Not a scratch.”

“You got it. Thanks, Jay,” Duke then tickled Valerie’s tummy. “I’ll see you later, Val.”

“Duke!” Valerie grabbed his face and placed a smooch on his forehead. “Play!”

“I gotta go, kiddo, but I promise we’ll play when I get back.”

Duke bid his goodbye to her and left with Jason’s bike to see his parents.

Alone in the park, the four brothers set the baby on her stroller to walk around. The entire time, Valerie was pointing at things and saying what they were and calling for either of them to pick her up. When they came to the playground, Damian had Valerie on his lap as they rode the swing. Dick was sure to keep watch just in case she falls off. 

“You sending a pic to Vivian?” Tim asked Jason.

“Yeah, Ma asked me to send her one once we’re at the park,” Jason said and hit send. “I never really liked playgrounds.”

“Any reason?”

“It’s where perverts hang around.”

Tim frowned. “Oh.”

Jason leaned back and looked around the area, taking in every individual he spotted and reading their actions like a hawk. After hearing what he said, Tim too was on high alert and not just for his little sister but for the other kids in the playground too. All of them were there to protect these people, not just Valerie. 

“Jay!” Valerie got down from the swing, and while holding Damian’s hand they were walking towards the bench where they sat. 

Jason smiled and got up to meet her halfway. “You hungry, little bird?”

Valerie nodded. 

“Okay, let’s get you some snacks.”

Sitting on the bench, Jay placed her on her stroller and had Tim prepare her food and Dick cleaning her hands. 

It was when it happened, they saw the paparazzi trying to hide behind some bushes and take shots of Valerie with their cameras. They knew about Vivian’s spell but as Bruce said, if they let it happen it would have the press suspicious of them that they were the ones responsible for the blurred photos or see the Waynes as weak and take advantage of it.

Dick and Tim were the one who acted on it and went to approach the guys who were taking the photos, the two chased the photographers and blocked their path. As they discussed with them about the photos, and Tim videoing it live while saying they were taking photos of kids at the playground without the consent of the parents, Jason decided to get some food himself as the situation was taken care of.

And it was there he saw it. The odd one in the playground. The one person that wasn’t supposed to be there. It was a man wearing a plain looking jumper and shirt, with his slacks and leather shoes. He wore glasses that were slightly tinted – probably transitional — And he had his phone pointed at Valerie’s direction as she crawled on her blanket towards Damian and the Bat-plush. 

Fucker!

Jason ditched the hotdog stand and jumped on the guy, grabbing him by the arm and twisting it to his back.

“What the fuck!” The man exclaimed. “You’re going to break my arm, man!”

“I should, but my little sister’s here so I’m not going to break your fucking arm for taking photos of her, perv.”

“Todd!” Damian had Valerie in his arms and was about to approach him but Jason said to him and to everyone in the park: “DON’T COME ANY CLOSE, KID! THIS ONE’S BEEN TAKING PHOTOS OF KIDS IN THE PARK!”

Damian instantly hid Valerie from the man’s direction and placed her in the stroller. 

“I’M NOT!” The man called out.

“Really? Show us your phone.”

“You’re not the police!” 

Tim and Dick came to the commotion and the former took the phone from the man’s pocket. He opened it by using facial recognition and went to the photos. Normally he wouldn’t pull something like this, but the moment he saw the photos, he held the phone and punched the man across the face.

“You’re fucking, sick! She’s a baby!” Tim grabbed him by the shirt. 

“I already called GCPD,” said Dick. “I’ll take it from here, Jay.” He was a police officer and he could talk to the GCPD about this since he was out of his jurisdiction. 

Jason released the man and handed him to Dick. “I’ll take Val home.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Tim, go on ahead too.”

“Alright,” Tim handed the phone to Dick and whispered to his ear, “Val’s photos are blurred out. But there’s photos of other kids there.”

“Got it, thanks.”

After cleaning their hands at the park faucet, Tim and Jason packed up and took their sister away from the park. Valerie didn’t want to go just yet and nearly cried as she was having fun and because she sensed the tense mood with her brothers. 

“Dick?” Valerie asked them.

“Dick will be home later,” said Tim. 

“You should have broken his arm,” Damian muttered.

“And traumatize those kids and Val?” Jason glanced at Damian at the rearview mirror. “Let Dick handle it. He’s got everything he needs to have GCPD to put him away.”

When they got home, they immediately called Bruce and Vivian to discuss what happened. The couple were at the door minutes later and went to see their daughter who was mindlessly playing on the bed in the nursery with Damian and Tim. Not long, Dick also arrived and informed them that the man was arrested – he’s been arrested for similar charges and selling photos of children online. Didn’t matter to who.

Vivian held her daughter in a protective embrace, it made her feel so sick to know that someone would do that to Valerie and to those children in the park. It disgusted her. Bruce was silent for a while before telling Dick and the others that they needed to find a way to find how this man got his network. Batman’s villains are not just the costumed criminals in Gotham but all those who do crime, especially those like the man they encountered. He’ll make sure to mention this with Jim tonight during Patrol.

Sensing the down feeling in her family, Valerie started to tear up and hiccuping, she hid her face in her mother’s embrace and cried silently.

“Oh, Val,” Vivian rubbed her back. “It’s okay.”

Valerie cried.

“Maybe we should go somewhere to lighten the mood,” she told them. “Maybe we can settle at Helena’s garden for a while just to ease the tension. I think she could sense it.”

“Good idea,” Bruce brushed his daughter’s hair. “Come on, love,” he reached for his daughter and let her cry on his shoulder. Before they left the room, he placed a hand on Jason’s shoulder and said, “you did good. All of you did.”

“I’ll head out and start hunting the perv’s network,” said Jason.

“Jason,” Vivian called for him. “Stay for a while.”

“I’ll be back once this is done, Ma.”

“Jay,” Valerie whimpered.

Jason smiled sadly and patted her head. “I’ll be back, I promise. I just have to do this first.” Turning to Vivian, Jason wrapped her in an embrace and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “This is what I do, Ma. I gotta go while the trail is hot, I’m sure his network is now packing up. I’ll have Roy to make the chase fast.”

“Okay,” Vivian sighed and squeezed her son’s hand. “Come home, okay? Val misses you.”

“I will.”

With that, Jason left and went on his hunt, and the Red Hood and Arsenal’s work was fruitful. In less than twenty-four hours they found one of the man’s networks, and from there they traced everything to a pimp that ran the forum and was based in Gotham. After informing Batman of their find, Batman informed Jim Gordon. With the Batfamily and the GCPD, they shut down the whole operation.

Along with the arrest of the whole operation, Vivian insisted that the Wayne Foundation aggressively supporting to organizations that were fighting against such syndicates to put to stop such disgusting acts. Many were 

~*~

“Why don’t we just hire a photographer?” Stephanie asked as they took their place at the mantle with Tim trying to arrange them all to fit the shot.

“Because it’s safer if we just take the family photo than hiring someone else,” said Time.

Standing before the mantle, the entire Batfamily gathered with Vivian sitting on the leather seat with Valerie on her lap. Bruce stood at her right side, a hand on her shoulder, and his other hand on Damian’s shoulder. Cassandra sat on the armrest of Vivian’s seat and beside her was Stephanie and Duke. Alfred stood just behind Damian, and the rest were gathered around to fit the photo.

“Until when is the ban on posting photos of Val online?” Stephanie asked.

“Until she’s old enough to attend galas,” Vivian answered.

“Fair enough.”

“Okay, Jason, move over so I can just —” Tim hit the button and ran to his spot with time to spare.

“Master Timothy, how long is the timer?” Alfred asked.

“Yeah, Tim, my eyes are drying out,” said Stephanie.

“Tim, Val doesn’t have a long attention span yet,” Vivian said through her smile. 

“It’s just ten seconds,” said Tim.

“You sure?” Dick asked.

“Yes!” 

Click!

The photo was taken and it had Tim yelling out startling everyone, and Valerie laughing at him.

[sunni-stuff]

You, Me, and a Screen.

—★! NSFW, MDNI, AFAB! Ghost likes to show off what he's got.

—★! Part 2 here!!

Alright, We've all heard about y/n having only fans and Ghost going absolutely nuts for her but what if the roles were reversed?

You're a dedicated worker, or perhaps more accurately, a merciless taskmaster, given the number of hours you put in at your job every week. Time off was a luxury you weren't granted, so your apartment became your only sanctuary for any sense of peace. As soon as your feet crossed the threshold, all the tension in your body melted away. The comforting scent of home enveloped you, welcoming you after a long day.

Your uniform is swiftly tossed aside, forgotten in mere moments - soon you're in more comfortable clothes, a pair of shorts, and a simple t-shirt. Lunch went bust earlier when one of your coworkers needed someone to cover their shift, leaving you hungry. So now you're lounging in bed with your laptop, snacking on your favorite bag of chips while aimlessly browsing various websites, searching for something to watch or any form of entertainment really.

An accidental click causes a popup ad to disrupt your screen, flashing and intruding on your space. The damn ad blocker hardly ever works. You close it, thinking it was just a minor disturbance, only to have another one immediately take its place. With an annoyed click of your tongue, you go to close the tab once more, but something on the page catches your eye and stops you.

You pause, eyes narrowing - you stare intently at the dark laptop screen. Suddenly, you see it again - movement. It's a live stream. A chat window pops out and now a man's figure steps out from the darkness in the background. The camera only shows him from the neck down, but it's clear that he is a man based on the grunt he makes as he sits down. His face remains hidden, but you can see tattoos peeking out from under his long-sleeved black turtleneck.

He remains silent, shifting in his seat to get comfortable. The chat room erupts with excitement at the mere sight of him, begging and pleading for him to perform for their eager eyes. His cargo pants reveal a visible tent, adding to the anticipation of the audience who came for this very show.

"What a needy bunch." His words resonated with a deep rumble, colored by a distinct British accent.

A chill runs down your spine as his voice fills the room, captivating you completely. He lets out a deep chuckle as his large hand rests on it, hidden beneath the fabric. You lean in closer, fixated on the bulge that visibly twitches under his touch.

Ding

A donation of 100 pounds comes through with an attached message: "Stop teasing, GD!"

GD? You're puzzled by the username "GD" and scroll down, hoping to find some information about them. You expect to see a bio, but instead, there's nothing - no age, name, or any other details. The only thing present is their username: "Going Dark".

"Donating won't make me go faster, sweetheart," GD responds with a sly tone, causing the audience in the chat to protest. Yet, donations continue to pour in, raining down on the enigmatic man with seemingly never-ending wealth.

He pauses, leaning back in his chair as he slides his hand down his cargo pants and into his trousers. A pleasurable groan escapes his lips as he starts to palm himself. The audience is captivated, waiting for the moment when he will finally reveal himself. He takes his time, slowly pulling out his length from within his pants.

The head of his penis is an angry red, oozing with precum. He may not be long, but he makes up for it in width and girth. He could easily fill you up and leave you feeling him inside you for days.

Your mouth goes dry and your eyes stay glued to the sight before you - him. You've seen penises before, but never one like this. It's almost… intimidating. How can someone have such a thing just attached to their body? Your gaze follows his every movement, from the delicate way he rubs the tip to the contented hums he makes when someone donates. This man is like a jack-in-the-box, waiting to pop out once he's ready.

He keeps moving his hips, pumping into his hand with varying rhythms as he gasps for air. One moment he's going at a slow and steady pace, not holding back on his moans of pleasure. And then he switches to a relentless speed, chasing a pleasure that only he knows, his arousal leaving slick traces on his hand with each movement, the sound of wetness accompanying this pace.

GD gets closer, you can see his hips falter and shudder before rising to meet his hand. He pushes himself to the edge, then slows down and falls back into a rhythm, ready to start over again. Your panties are drenched at this point from watching him pleasure himself. The way he moves is incredibly erotic, even though all he's doing is stroking himself.

Ding

250 Donation: "GD, give us a money shot?"

There is no verbal response, but the way he grips his cock tightly tells you he read the message. GD quickens his pace, tighter and harder, as if trying to chase away any thoughts or distractions. His breaths are ragged and heavy, his movements becoming sloppy and uncoordinated as his hips demand more. He leans back in the chair, moaning in pleasure as his cock explodes, releasing thick ropes of cum that cover his chest beneath his clothes.

He remains still, not making a sound or uttering a single word. His chest rises and falls with each breath, the only indication of his exhaustion. Just when you think the performance is over and he has used up all of his energy, he suddenly sits up, his face still concealed. He leans over and grabs something from the desk nearby. To your surprise, it's a bottle of lubricant and a pocket pussy.

The anticipation built, and soon he was ready for another round. His member stood tall once again, eager to continue the pleasure. The previous climax faded into insignificance, as he was already eager for more. "I know you all want this, wishing it was your cunt," GD taunted with a smirk, his husky voice echoing in your ears. "What a bunch of naughty girls.."

GD coated his hands with lubricant, adding even more moisture to his already slick cock, making it shine in the dim light. He took his time, moving his hands up and down his shaft in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He gave attention to his balls, squeezing and massaging them gently as they were heavy with cum.

With a joyful hum, he set the lube aside and grasped the pocket pussy firmly with both hands. He teased the opening with his tip, gliding up and down its artificial folds, trying hard to suppress a moan. GD's self-control was reaching its limit; he couldn't resist any longer. He was on the verge of entering, penetrating this sinful paradise, tip just about to push through.

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