Guys forgot to share that QUICKIE WAS IN MY DREAMS LAST NIGHT WHBWNWK
We went on a rollercoaster ride together, and then he gave me a piggyback ride!!!! A FUCKIN PIGGYBACK RIDE!! LIKE WE WERE BASICALLY IN LOVE
BUT LIKE WTF WHY DID I HAVE TO WAKE UP???
WHY??!
GOD JUST PUT ME BACK TO SLEEP. I CANT GO ON NOW THAT IVE GOT A TASTE OF WHAT IT WAS LIKE. THE WAKING LIFE IS SO CRUEL WITHOUT HIM 😭😭😭😭
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Fuck my thighs while I’m sleeping, push up my sleep shorts and pull my hips up off the bed, keep my little thighs pressed tight together with your hands on my hips and slide into that little gap where my thighs meet and almost touch my cunt, where the head of your cock pushes up against my clit with every thrust and my juices makes it easier and easier for you to fake-fuck me… my thighs are warm and soft and my pussy gets so wet it’ll feel almost like actually using my holes
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Shadow of a Bat - Snippet
Since I teased the idea in the tags, here's what my brain wrote to avoid working on the scene for lbfd. Good news, got that chapter done and the chapter for ao3 edited- we are on track! So have a little bit of the one shot idea I had where an Eldritch!Danny stows away in Batman's shadow. This should be short (famous last words) so I might finish it up this week if I continue to have insomnia.
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“It is a beautiful sight, is it not?”
Diana asked the question without turning to look at the corner where the shadows were just a little too dark. In the faint reflection of the acrylic glass she saw the inky blackness shift slightly.
“It is alright little shade,” Diana said, keeping her voice carefully soft. “We know you are there. Batman has known for some weeks now that you have been with him as his shadow. He is, after all, truly a master detective.”
“I'm sorry.” The voice was faint, like hearing wind snatched words in a blustery day.
“Do you mean us any harm?” There was no accusation in the words, but still the shade jolted before pulling into themselves.
“No! No no no—”
“Then there was no harm done.”
Two spots of green appeared in the dark murk and flashed rapidly before focusing on Diana.
Eyes, she realized, and smiled as she turned to face the shade properly. “I am Wonder Woman.”
“Phantom.”
“Is that what you are?” Diana asked, gently.
“No. It's my name, kinda,” the shade said, curling tighter into the corner. The green eyes disappeared again. “My hero name.”
“You are a hero, little one?”
“I was. I tried to be.”
Diana gave a soft hum and returned to looking out of the window. She waited for the bright green eyes to reappear before she asked, “Is that how you came to be with Batman? During his hero work?”
“No. Yes?” There was a tilting to the shade. A tilt of a head, Diana realized. Little bits of the shade's form was becoming more distinct as it sat looking out the Watchtower window.
They were so small.
Just a child, Diana realized.
“He was in the lab.”
“The GIW lab?”
The shade pulled into itself so quickly it almost disappeared entirely.
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ok ok ok i will allow myself to say One Thing because this actually has been a bit of a pattern i've noticed . It's super cool if you support theories where Papyrus is more important to the plot or stronger than he lets on right. But if you think that he has to be manipulated by some outside force into making flawed decisions or even just using very simple reverse psychology to make his friends hang out. You're still infantilizing him a bit. Like yeah you can let him say fuck and say he's strong and capable all you want but you're still very much downplaying his own agency and intelligence even if it's not as bad as if you called him a cinnamon roll baby child or something
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