#the outcome is up to your imagination

[emacrow]

Orphan's baby

Cass was in the middle of helping the Batfam along with Batman raids through the the hidden base they had found underground lab in an abandoned hospital messing with a neon verison of lararus pits liquid.

Red Robin had already adjacked the security and was going through the files with Spoiler. Nightwing and Red hood beating up the guards while batman was battling with the main boss behind it all.

She was with Robin as they were taking some samples and destroying the remaining ones.

She had already crack through most of seemingly important hidden rooms that seem to be hiding completely full with containers full of lararus pits with tags of PH4N70M, and a winter blue colored marble in a container sealed to the safe that was spelling out electricity every minute in the container.

It looked important, but why a marble..?

She broke the container holding the marble, taking most of the lararus pits containers as well while destroying the remaining unaware of the glow that pulsed in the marble.

By the time is was to retreat, everything was in the clear as Spoiler needed to unscramble hidden files that were behind multiples firewalls.

They were at the batcave when they were securing the containers of lararus pits for later sampling, only for the marble to be missing..?

She was sure that she place it in her bat waist pouch, but it wasn't there anymore..

Did she dropped it accidentally while collecting the containers of larausu pits?

It was already too late to check back now, so she decided not to tell anyone yet.

Until 2 months later, she started feeling downright sick nauseated. Right after Dinner of Alfred's infamous lasagna Tuesday, but.. it tasted a bland which was throwing her off completely.

She was only dropping down by the batcave to just self analysis herself.. only to stop walking half way the secure containement holding all the lararus pits that they brought back..

She couldn't stop herself from staring at it with vast hunger before the swirl of neon green filling her vision and blank her conscience out the window..

Only to wake up in her room on her bed, 3 empty containers with not a inch of lararus pits left inside as if it was wiped-or licked clean. She hide the containers under her bed and stood quiet later on as nobody had noticed yet what she had done.

She doesn't know what had happen, but the nausea and sick feeling went away as if nothing happen.

Hopefully it would be a one time thing...

Bruce and his long lines of lawyers had disbanded the GIW completely over the illegal experimentally on sentient aliens of another world which they tried to label them as ghosts until they tried to accused Superman of being one of them which quickly label their entire Government supported work as hate crime and was steady being searched, along finding a couple of missing traumatized teens, adults and children that had vanished the months before in the other hidden labs.

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She had her head in her hands as she silently groaned when she peak her eyes between her fingers to see several dozen empty containers and immediately close her eyes to try and pretend she didn't see them.

It only been 5 months since that incident and she had seemingly got away with it, but then nausea came back with vengeance like no other, and the increased appetite was new, but yet it didn't filled her belly with the bland taste or satisfaction even though she did felt a bit feint during the couple of night patrols despise feeling energized earlier.

Something was wrong and she know it as she went to the only person who could help her right now.

She went to Alfred straight away silently explaining the situation going on because she honestly have no idea was going on with her and she know she loves his food, and the feint spells, and the monsterous appetite and the insatiable need to swallow a crapton of lararus pits with twelve milkshakes and fourteen bags full bat burgers.

Alfred could only stared with his eyebrows raising slowly with every word spilling out of her mouth.

Alfred helped her get examined in the batcave medbay, and 2 hours later the blood result came in.

Case was pregnant, but It was a almost cryptic pregnancy.

Alfred didn't had the equipment out for a ultrasound at all yet, but from he know from Cass it was during the Raiding of that hidden lab and her being in contacted with this 'marble' that seemingly disappeared after she grabbed it.

That was 7 months ago, but luckily Alfred caught it in time before it literally became a cryptic pregnancy.

Oh the ultrasounds pics of the little baby fetus with his fast beating lil heart beating were precious as he got tiny misty eyes a bit compare to Cass's awestruck look staring at the screen then back at her belly.

He does help get extra vitamins pills, and call her off of Crime duty until further noticed . Bruce on the otherhand was concerned but all he got from Alfred was the You Better not investigate this because I have major blackmail of embarrassing toddler photos against you.

This is Alfred moment that he been waiting for since Bruce became a new adult but not yet sired a baby at the Wayne Manor at all. He is savoring this for the memories and scapebooking time. He is cranking opened that forgotten but clean baby nursery of forlorning hopes.

2 months later, By the time Cass was ready to deliver the baby on February 11, and at February 12th, 12:01am.

Wren Alf Cain was born premature yet crying softly into the word.

[limonnitsa]

Ominis is just too hard to impress

[fistfuloflightning]

In all honesty, they hadn’t been enemies at the beginning, not until Shen Qingqiu had pitted them against each other. Then they became rivals. But it’s an old, old trope and Ming Fan is tired of fighting. Each go-round is the same thing, each life a painfully familiar path, no matter what changes. Sometimes he lives, sometimes he doesn’t—sometimes at Luo Binghe’s hands, sometimes not.

Those times are the worst, because Ming Fan can never forget those large, horrified eyes watching him die.

[bigothteddies]

one thing I will say, and I cannot speak for my partner on this, is that one of the many appeals to polyamory for me is how it promotes seeing me as individual and not as a single unit in a relationship. monogamy and the way people view it in our culture feels extremely restrictive to me, not as much in a one-partner way, but moreso socially. when you’re monog and have a partner, everyone looks at you and this person as extensions of each other, almost as a single unit. everyone expects your behavior to revolve around each other, your lives to revolve around each other, your thoughts to revolve around each other. people become obsessed with this idea that you are with this other person and it becomes a central part of their perspective on you. to me, I keenly feel that pressure and social expectation and it makes me feel extremely disconnected and boxed in by everyone around me. it feels like everyone around me only sees me as one half of a couple and pretends like that’s a good thing, like my individuality isn’t worth even seeing. I hate that people act differently when they think you’re in a relationship, that they treat you differently, that they expect you to act differently, that they expect my entire life plan to revolve around someone else. I love polyamory because people treat me the same regardless of whether or not I have a partner because I’m not boxed into those societal expectations and they don’t have this “available/not available” switch in the social cue part of their brain for me. I love that I’m given the freedom to plan for the life I want and people respect that instead of asking how I’m gonna fit someone else into it. I love that people don’t see me on their dash or in the street and think “Oh! That’s ____’s partner! Why’s he out without them?” 🤨 I love that those same people don’t freak out when I hang out with people that aren’t my partner. I love feeling like people enjoy and trust and engage with me as a person for more than just my relationship status. Yes, having multiple partners is something I love and value quite a bit but escaping so much of societal and social pressure and expectations regarding romantic relationships is something I really really value

[villainsidestep]

wait tho…. the public needs to know how jay feels abt maelstrom’s murder(s?)…..

[vyeoh]

I take it the gay marriage is going well

Neil gaiman supports gay divorce 🎉🏳️‍🌈

[prozach27]

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[quietwingsinthesky]

went into the notes of that poll going around about if people want more seasons of supernatural and was immediately slapped in the face with how different my priorities are in this fandom from. a lot of it. what are you talking about ‘destiel endgame’. girl the show has bigger problems to fix than that if it ever had more seasons. they taught a three year old that the best way to be loved was to continuously try to kill himself and then they made him god.

[im-not-a-l0ser]

I will lose my fucking goddamn mind if I come across another fake dating fic where the endgame isn't tagged.

Like, if you start a fic with an endgame in mind, and then that changes while writing the story, that's fine! Just Change the tags! That easy! Some people don't multi-ship, and it's fine that you do, but maybe make it clear how it's gonna end because me and a lot of other people don't like certain ships and that's fucking okay.

[roaldseth]

Don’t think I’d ever write it so reverse scenario when Flanagan brings Z’aanta to see Norzelia, and humbly asks Lord Serenoa to be amongst Wolffort’s ranks just for a little while longer so that Z’aanta can see the beauty, the reaching land and forests, from amidst the mountainside. And when there out on the steps and stones in front of Castle Wolffort Z’aanta sees what Flanagan sees in Norzelia, why he would be reluctant to give it up despite its hate and hardships, and when Lord Serenoa asks Flanagan why not take him to Aesfrost, he jests—for one—that the man would hate it, for he rather dislikes the cold, but also because their demesne is where he thinks he would love, because it’s heart and home and mirrors his own home in comfort while yet still foreign and exciting in its marvel, and in Z’aanta’s eyes he sees the awe and wonder and then Flanagan knows he was right.

[hella1975]

there's this one girl at work who thinks she's the Waitress Supreme literally is convinced the goddess of waitresses shat her out and stuck her in a barely-functioning pub in the arsecrack of england and today i was soooo poorly and sickly and weak and feeble literally on death's door cough coughu oug h etc and still had to do a 12-10 shift bc i need MONEY, so safe to say i was not in the mood for her omd. like this girl is not a manager. she is not even a supervisor. she is a student that, while working full-time, comes and goes in regards to her studies. so tell me WHY she tries to give me orders as if she's not only in a position to do so but also like she's singlehandedly running the fucking military. 'that cutlery hasn't been polished yet' 'why are you making drinks for the chefs when there's tables to clear' 'B2 havent had their menus'. all incredibly valid points when you give each problem at least 2 minutes to naturally resolve itself AND the problem in question is in your section AND you speak to people with a friendly, helpful tone instead of the most patronising bitchy voice you ever heard. i wanted to kill her dead i literally had to just ignore her every time she spoke to me even if it did come across rude like it was either that or lose my job to an ABH charge.

[snekdood]

i think ppl want to tell themselves that my situation wrt to conspiracy theories is like... abnormal? when I feel like my experiences were kind of the average for regular people stuffed in the pipeline... I dont think people want to confront how normalized it is that even average unsuspecting left leaning people can fall into it, I mean clearly it didn't take a lot for yall to fall into it either- maybe instead of acting like people are inherently impure bc they got wrapped up in conspiracy theories we need to recon with and accept the fact that the alt right pipeline is a well oiled machine that knows how to suck in even the most self proclaimed left leaning person just because they dont know better. this is a matter of lack of education, lack of a warning that someone might try to convince you of this, what the warning signs are, what the dog whistles are, etc. I don't think ppl falling for conspiracy theories are exceptionally bigoted like a lot of people need to tell themselves, I just think ignorance or "not knowing better", if that sounds nicer to you, is just really fuckin easy to manipulate, esp in this situation.

[seafoam-taide]

I love love love my dear Entropy I think about her all the time I love her <33 I have to write about her she is always in my thoughts. Don't click these tags open unless you really want to read them there is . There's lots. THERE WERE TOO MANY IT KILLED SOME OF THEM. WHY DIDN'T IT TELL ME TAG LIMIT I KEPT TYPUNG !!! That's so sad and I can't even put the rest that I typed up here bc I forgot it already because my brain fucking sucks. Whatever whatever whatever rahggg beams Entropy thoughts directly into your brain you know exactly what I mean now

[the-physicality]

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[arolesbianism]

Hi guys guess who's literally shaking rn from excitement

[ozzgin]

speaking of someone in the yandere school who draws y/n, what about someone who writes about y/n? Like filthy dirty stories that are either really bad or really good, and once accidently (or on purpose) submit it as a story for an essay assignment for one of the classes.

A wave of sheer terror washes over Yandere!Student as he realizes his mistake. Instead of the required essay, he submitted his erotic fanfiction about you.

Hundreds of pages of imaginary plots and scenarios depicting him and you as the main characters. One could laugh about it and call it a sweet, dorky gesture, except for the fact that he's included rather condemning evidence among the paragraphs. The detailed descriptions and narratives which could pass as the outcome of a rich imagination are, in reality, entirely accurate. They're written proof he's been stalking you. Quite frankly, he just outed himself to a teacher.

The next day, he approaches the teacher's desk after class, eyes visibly red from a night of anguish. Mind you, he couldn't care less about being caught. It's the principle of it. Can he truly call himself a proper yandere if he commits such amateurish mistakes? What if they move him to a different class, and he can't see you anymore? That's the real calamity. He should've been more careful, for your sake. Such a tremendous faux pas might deem him unworthy of you.

"A-about the essay...", he begins with a trembling voice.

The teacher pushes his glasses further up the nose and sighs. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he opens the door to a cupboard underneath, and proceeds to slam a fat stack of papers on the desk. The pile is so tall, only the top of his head is visible.

"I'm afraid you're not the only one who's made this mistake. Nor is it the most outrageous piece I've read involving (Y/N). If you're willing to wait, I can offer you the corrected version back. I just need to find it."

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