#the dialogue is dramatic

[lifblogs]

Star Wars is just Shakespeare in space.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants

[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ “Do not stray far from me.”

I don’t want you to get hurt 🗡️ protective dialogue prompts

“What in the gods’ holy names was that?! I–We could’ve lost you.”

“At the party C sort of kept cornering me…” “What? Are you okay? Did they do anything to you?”

“Stay back.”

“Who did this to you? I just want to talk to them.” (that’s a LIE AND THEY KNOW IT)

“The idea of you getting hurt doesn’t sit well with me.”

“I don’t like the things they said about you. You’re nothing like what they think you are.”

“I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re okay.”

“My duty is to ensure your safety at all times, no matter the cost to my life.”

“If you dare lay a finger on their head, I will have yours served on a silver platter.”

“These walls are meant to protect you, the world out there is far too dangerous for someone like you.” (villain arc??? 👀)

“I’m right here. You’re safe.”

“Say my name and I will be there. I promise.” (thank you daredevil for inspiring this one)

“I’ll take a sword through the heart before they ever reach you.”

“I should’ve been there. This shouldn’t have happened to you.”

“Will you let me know when you’re back safely?”

“I will kill you and everyone you love if it’s the last thing I do.” “It’ll be the last thing you try.”

“You’re worth saving.”

“My house is a safe haven. Go there if you’re ever in danger and we will take care of you.”

“Get away from them!”

“You don’t need to protect me.” “I want to.”

[scribz-ag24]

We deserved more of them being horrible teammates

Whoever pitched special episode 5 may the gods bless you and thank you Shin-ichiro Tomie and Emiko Tanaka for writing it.

[piojooojo]

"Fate? What is fate? That which let a four-year-old child be humiliated, yet no one would lend a hand to help?"

(...)

Bingyuan Reverse transmigration Au | Part 9 -12

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Part 1 & 2

Part 3, 4 & 5

Part 6, 7 & 8

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Extra:

[too-many-lavellans]

Just one more kiss. And another. And another.

[evansbby]

𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝟒 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 + 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙨

[thevoidstaredback]

Everyone's comm beeps in their ear, drawing their attention. "Kon, Jon, Cassie, and Bart all know now. I'm bribing them with the footage of Phase One." Tim's voice says. Their comms beep again and the line goes silent.

Dick sighs. Yeah, that checks. Honestly, he's surprised those four hadn't been told way earlier than now.

"What's wrong?" Wally asks from beside him.

"Nothing," ha answers. He finishes the drink in his hand in one go.

Wally snorts softly. "Yeah, sure. I assume someone's blown it?"

"Tim and Dami. Both Superboy's, Wonder Girl, and Impulse all know now."

"Our Wonder Girl?"

"Tim's.

"Ah." A beat. "The problem?"

"No problem. Though, B might say something."

"I thought he was all for telling the teams?"

"He is! This was all his idea! But Tim's bribing the other four with the footage of the Cave."

"You mean the footage that I haven't seen yet?"

"Yep."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Wally grabs his hand, "Let's go get Donna and go watch!"

Dick sighs again and goes along. He clicks his own comm on and says, "Me, Wally, and Donna are gonna come watch, too. Wally insists."

Damian's voice comes next. "Since when does Troy know?"

"Probably since I told her and Wally."

"What?" Steph's voice whines, "You've had two people know for so long?"

Before he can respond, Barbra hisses, "Hey! This is supposed to be a distraction free line, guys."

Jason snorts, "Me, Roy, Lian, and Duke are on our way, too. You girls should come watch; we'll make a party out of it."

"Good idea," Cass says.

Dick can see Bruce on the other side of the room, unable to react to a thing that's being said in his ear. Ha!

***

Bruce watched his kids all leave the room. He's glad that their teams know, though why did they have to let it slip while the party was still going on? Oh, well, nothing to do about it now. Especially because Oliver's agreed to give a speech.

"Ollie, dear, it's time for your speech now, isn't it?"

"Ah, yes." Oliver says, light pink dusting his cheeks at the address Bruce had been using since they were in high school. He made his way to the stage, the band quieting as he took the podium. "If I may have everyone's attention for just a moment?"

Great start, Ollie.

"Like all of you, the invitation to this gala tonight came as a surprise. A welcome one, but a surprise nonetheless. Now, I won't keep your attention for long, but, on behalf of Bruce, I'd like to thank everyone for coming tonight. This Gala tonight, Charity for Justice, is a fantastic way for us to give back to the people who work so hard to save us. And it's not just the Justice League; Doctors, Teachers, Veterans, et cetera. They're all heroes who deserve all the help we can give them. Being here tonight, while it may seem superficial, is a step in the right direction to helping the heroes of the world. Now, I don't know how Bruce is going to get this money to the Justice League, but I'm not one to questions his ways or his motivations. He's been a friend of mine since we were in high school, and I trust him with my life. Thank you, Bruce, for hosting tonight; And thank you all for coming and donating." Nodding to the audience, Oliver walked from the stage as they clapped.

Bruce smiled at Oliver as they met at the bottom of the stairs leading to the stage. "Thanks, Ollie. I didn't know you trusted me so much."

Oliver matched his smile. "'Course I do, Brucie! And what you're doing tonight is really good. I might just have to steal this idea from you."

Laughing, Bruce patted Oliver's shoulder before taking his place on the stage. "Thanks, Oliver, for speaking tonight. I know it was last minute, but you did great." The crowd chuckled a bit as Oliver raised the glass he now held. "At the risk of sounding like a broken record, thanks again, everyone, for coming here tonight. I know a lot of you are far from home, but it means a lot that you made the trip out.

"Admittedly, this entire gala was a spur of the moment decision. My kids, actually, came up with the idea, so if you're going to thank anyone, it should be them. They did everything on their own while sat back and let them do their thing.

"When you think of heroes, you're most likely to think of the Justice League and their sidekicks. But, who were the heroes before the Justice League was founded? Perseus, Heracles, Aeneas, Remus, Romulus, Vldar, Ragnar Lodbrok, Hua Mulan, Guan Yu. All of them were warriors. But, does combat make a hero? I don't think so. I think the thing that makes a hero is the willingness to help; the willingness to give even if you have nothing to give; the willingness to do what it takes to make sure someone gets to live even just a little bit longer.

"Oxford dictionary defines the word 'hero' as "a person who is admired or idealized for their courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities". While I agree, I think that this is a much too niche definition. After all, I've met hundreds of people who I would consider heroes, heard thousands more stories- and not one of them has been 'admired' or 'idealised' for it.

"Tonight, I've asked for donations from each of you. All of the money will be going towards helping the heroes of the world; those who are recognised as such, those who aren't, and everyone in between. Every donation made will be matched by not only myself, but Wayne Industries as well. Then, all the money will be anonymously give to the heroes of every city represented here.

"Again, I'm so glad everyone could make it tonight, and I'm beyond glad that you've all be generous enough to help our heroes. Please enjoy the rest of your evening." The applause was loud as he walked off stage, the music picking up softly before crescendoing as the crowd began talking again.

The comm in his ear clicked just before Barbra started speaking. "That was a good speech, B. Brought some of us to tears."

He picked up a drink and sipped it as he spoke into his own comm piece. "You're watching the cameras?"

"Naturally," Damian said.

"We're all too comfortable to move," Tim explained, "So Bab's pulled the cameras up on the TV just as Oliver finished speaking."

"I've never heard Batman talk so much..." That was Bart Allen, clearly close enough to hear him over Tim's line, but not close enough to be intentional.

"Hell," Donna was probably sprawled across Dick and Wally, "I've never seen him express emotion and I knew who he was!"

Bruce hid a laugh and a smirk behind his drink. "Watch it, now."

There were a few squeaks as the comms all clicked off, Barbra taking care of his as well.

The ballroom was emptying, slower than he would like, but faster than expected. The kids (because that's what they are, no matter how old they may be) all trickled back into the ballroom, waving goodbye and joining their families as they went, though his own kept themselves near the door to say goodbye to everyone leaving. He decided to join them.

Just as Oliver, Dinah, Roy, and Lian were leaving, he stopped his old friend and pulled him aside.

Oliver's guard was still down, relaxed even as Bruce pulled him into a completely empty room and shut the door. He heard the click of a comm turning on, though no one spoke, so he could only assume it was his own.

"I was just about to head home; What's up, Bruce?"

"Oliver, there's something I need to tell you." This was gonna be so funny.

"Bruce?"

When had first started out, he knew that having the same voice in and out of costume would be a potentially detrimental mistake, so he'd dropped his voice as low as he dared and added the grit to it. Eventually, he'd gotten a voice changer, but he'd kept up the training to make sure he didn't damage his voice in case the voice changer ever broke.

Taking a deep breath, Bruce turned around and dropped his voice. "I'm Batman."

Part 16 Part 18

[magicicephoenix]

Snapping Sun's suspenders and running away. Hope his metallic chest is ready cause he will never predict when it will happen again (and it will. multiple times.)

Sun catches your hands before you’re even in grabbing distance and stares down at you, eyes hard. His ever-present grin widens. “And what were you planning with that one, you little sneak?” He says, voice so sweet it’s bitter. “Don’t you know to keep your hands to yourself?” You wince as his grip on your hands tightens, squeezing your joints too firmly, quickly easing past their capacity. “It’s a rather simple rule,” he continues, unbothered by the instinctive struggle you begin making. “Most learn it as children. So…” He leans down closer to you, nose an inch away from yours. His face plate overtakes your vision, his glowing cyan eyes mere pinpricks. “I suppose that makes you a sort of child then, hmm?” You feel something crack. “And children must be educated.”

[lakesbian]

“Rachel Lindt, AKA: Hellhound.” “Armsmaster, AKA: dickhole,” Bitch retorted.

she's perfect

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i cant stress how much joy i get from doodling magneto as A Dramatic Comic Book Villain i cannot even lie to you chat

[cubedmango]

cant wait for volume 14 of Kurosawa Having The Normalest One

[boyrobott]

why is this simultaneously the funniest and saddest thing ever

[theshadowrealmitself]

“Okay, so,” Spider-Man(?) settled cross legged on the ceiling, “It’s…both? I’m genderfluid. So, y’know, sometimes a guy, sometimes a woman, but all times a spider.” He fingergunned. No one laughed. His shoulders dropped.

Everyone continued to stare in stunned silence, so after a bit, Spidey awkwardly continued. “I didn’t choose for my hero half to be the guy part, but people immediately assumed I was a guy and it was…freeing. Trying to present myself as a guy in my civilian life always felt like people weren’t actually seeing me as genderfluid, it was like they just saw me as a girl most times, and then a girl dressing like a guy other times.” His tone was dejected before it started brightening up. “But as Spider-Man, no one knew me as a girl first, so I could just be Spider-Man. And that’s how it went, I was a girl in civilian life and a guy in my hero life.”

He turned his gaze to Johnny, apologetic from what everyone could tell by his mask lenses. “It’s not that I wanted to hold everyone at arm’s length, but among a whole bunch of other reasons why, I was worried that if my identity got out, then no one would ever see me as a guy. You’d all just see me as girl playing dress up.”

Before anyone could reassure him, Johnny spoke up. “Wait, so you were born as a girl? But- but, you’re wearing spandex? How does that work?”

Susan’s facepalm could be heard throughout the room.

[lineffability]

"I set up a suggestion box."

"You what?"

"I, I set up a suggestion box. In Heaven. For me, I mean, not for God, that would be-- uh. Well."

"That would be what?" Say it, angel.

"That... that would fall on deaf ears, I think." I still can't; it's sacrilege.

"Why did you do that?"

"The, the box?"

"Yeah."

"Do you not remember..? Well, I suppose you might not..."

"I do. I think I do."

"Then why do you ask?"

"Because... well, angel, I don't think you need one. Do you?"

"I'm just... trying, Crowley."

"And how's that working out for you? Any suggestions so far?"

"Yeah. Yeah, uh, one."

"What's it say?"

"It said: Resign, Archiraphale."

"Archiraphale, huh?"

"Yeah."

"I have a suggestion."

"You do?"

"Get rid of the suggestion box."

"..."

"You're the best suggestion they have, just by being up there. If they can't see that, see you, which of course they don't, then no suggestion they make will be worth a damn."

"Crowley..."

"Just. Be careful up there, Aziraphale. Pl-- Okay?"

"Yes. I am. Of course. Crowley, I... I miss you."

"Yeah." I miss you too. Angel, you have no idea...

"Is it okay-- Would it be too much to-- Can I contact you? Somehow?"

"...maybe. Yeah. I guess I could-- you could leave a note. I could set up a suggestion box."

"I don't want to make any suggestions. I just want to-- talk. And uh. Apologize. I want to apologize."

"Don't need a suggestion box for that. Just need an... er, an apology box."

"I'm sorry, Crowley. Look at me, please. I am so sorry. Let me explain?"

"I'm sorry, too. Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Don't make me regret this. You can leave a letter. Mailbox."

"Thank you. I will. I... need to go back, now."

"Sure. Archiraphale... wow, I can't believe they developed a sense of humor. Wait, take this."

"A note?"

"Mhm. For the suggestion box."

Insultors will be smitten. -- AZIraphale

"Thank you, Crowley. I don't think 'insultor'... thank you." Protecting me makes him so happy. Still?

"Sure." Always.

[dumplingsjinson]

List of angsty dialogue options which pertains to stupid feelings prompts

“You need to get the fuck out of my head and into my arms right now because I can’t keep thinking about you like this while not being able to hold you; it’s driving me up the walls. You’re driving me up the walls, and the worst part is, you’re not doing shit that should make you drive me up the walls in the first place. You exist, and suddenly I can’t act right or think straight. It’s fucked.” 

“I wish I could hate you, but my wishes never come true.” 

“I’m so deftly terrified of falling in love. Because what if I end up with a broken heart? That thought itself is just so scary to me. I want to, but I can’t get over that fear.” “Then how about you let me be that first step you take into falling in love? I can help you get over that fear, if you’d let me.” 

“I never thought myself capable of feeling things like this, but then you come along, throw a middle finger right in my face, flip my world upside down, and have proven me so very wrong on that.” 

“I don’t like feeling whatever the hell this is.” 

“I could be doing the most interesting shit, and somehow the thought of you will pop up in my mind, uncalled for, and then I end up thinking about you for the rest of the day.”

“I can’t tell if I’m lonely, or if I’m in love. Shit’s a little confusing.”

“Denial can only act as a temporary shield for your feelings. You know that, [name].” “Yeah, but that’s not going to stop me from denying. It’s the only thing I can cling onto for my own sanity, so please don’t take that away from me too.” 

“I see your name pop up on my screen and suddenly I have this huge, stupid smile on my face, and that’s the moment I know I’m more than just screwed.”

“Falling in love feels like a unique type of vulnerable, and I don’t— I don’t want to feel that way.” 

“I’m hung over on something that might never come to fruition.” 

“I’m tired of dancing around with you like this. What exactly are we?” 

“Thinking about you makes me feel so, so, so pathetic, because I can’t have you. I hate it. I hate feeling like this. Why are you making me feel like this?” 

“It’s funny, because I’m missing something that was never meant to be in the first place.”

“Wondering if I like you or if I’m just bored is a pretty shitty dilemma to have.” “You know, maybe I can help you sort that dilemma out.” 

“I think I miss what we could have been rather than what we were.”

“I can be with someone so much better than you, but all I can think about is you, even when I’m with that better someone.”

“People say they fall in love like they fall asleep — slowly, then all at once. But the way I fell for you can only be described as that feeling when you’re drifting off to sleep, only to feel like you’re falling, oh-so-suddenly. So suddenly that it ends up startling you awake; heart racing in your chest because it feels like you fell off the precipice of a cliff. It’s quick and sudden, and there’s no slowness to it. It’s a crash and burn type of love that I feel.”

“I still fell even though I knew it wasn’t going to end well. I knew, yet I still ran head-first into it. What is wrong with me?” 

“I didn’t see you through rose-tinted glasses. I saw the flaws, the red flags, the blemishes you couldn’t hide from me, yet I still ignored them because I thought maybe I could somehow make you a better person despite everything. That’s on me.” 

“You’re always on my mind, yet I feel like I’m not on yours — not even for a second.”

“I didn’t sign up to feeling like this.”

“Can you please give me space so I can get over you?” “…But I don’t want you getting over me.” “You don’t want me getting over you but you’ll never feel the same way I feel towards you! That’s so fucking cruel, knowing you have this hold over me, and despite it all, wanting to keep that hold over me.” 

“I have feelings for you that won’t fuck off, and it’s pissing me the hell off.” 

“I don’t mean to you as much as you mean to me, and it’s fine. I’ve accepted that as my reality.” “Based on what evidence do you think you don’t mean as much to me as I mean to you?” 

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t let go of something which has proven to be hopeless time and time again.” “…Am I not good enough of a reason to not let go?” 

“I’ve given you so many pieces of me, [name]. And I’m spent. You’ve taken everything I could give — even the most important part of me. I’ve given it all to you. I’m fucking empty, because of you. So please, if this is the last thing I ask of you — don’t ask me for more, because I simply have nothing left to give.” 

“You’re everything I could ask for, but simultaneously, everything I couldn’t have.” 

“I could love you for a lifetime, and it wouldn’t mean anything to you.”

“So I have these… Feelings for you. And they have me all fucked up. They keep me up at night, with the what ifs and maybes; with an excitement I don’t think I’ve ever felt before running through my veins, like a fucking drug. They have me acting like someone I’m so unfamiliar with, to the point where it scares me. All I can think about is you, you, you, because you occupy every single space of my mind. It’s like I’m soaring, but then I think about the inevitable: what if all of this comes crashing down one day? That’s gonna fucking suck, so much. Which is why I didn’t want to feel these things, but you made it so hard not to. And now I can’t stop.”