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There was no sun here, but the day was bright as Damien ran through the garden. The plants chased after him, vines and roots snaking and snapping around his feet. Above him, Phantom floated, weaving in and out of branches. Suddenly, a willow branch snapped forward, and Damien had to duck out of the way: a front roll and a flip as he dodged the greenery. Then a petunia, teeth bared, lunged, and he jumped backward, not seeing the island's edge until he was rocking back. His foot slipped, and for a sickening moment, Damien was falling down into the endless void of the Infinite Realms. Then Phantom catches him and holds him in his arms as they fly to the great tree at the garden's center, where they land on the highest branches. From here, Damien can see the whole island. It is beautiful, lush, and wild, so different from the training grounds back home. He goes to pick one of the odd black fruits, which hang heavy and ripe, but he's stopped.
“Don’t,” Phantom says, “The fruit isn't safe.”
“But I've seen you eat them.”
“Yeah, but I live here.
You have a home to get back to.”
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Pennyworth was the first to recover. Stepping past the floor-bound form of Todd balled up and wheezing from laughing, though Damian couldn't think what was so funny, he swept what family he could towards the living room. Damien was unsure just how much of the family was planning on joining them for dinner, but for the time being, it seemed to be just the five of them. Phantom, for his part, gathered his board-line hysterical boyfriend up into his arms and followed after. It was odd to see such a thin person carrying a man at least two hundred pounds heavier as if it were nothing. Strange, Damian faintly noticed he was smiling. When did he ever?... No matter.
The sitting room was, like all of the manor, spacious and decadent, with paneled wine-red walls stretching up so high they seemed to curve to the chandelier, not as large or beautiful as the one in the main hall or even the one in the dining room but still magnificent in its own right. If there was one thing Damien appreciated about living in the Manor quite as much as the freedom it afforded him, it was the sheer beauty and care given to each room. As much as he'd hate to admit it, he didn't know how Pennyworth maintained such a large space on his own. There simply where not the hours in the day. Even attempts to shadow the man had proven fruitless in explaining how he managed.
Finally, Todd seemed to have calmed himself to the point where it was no longer a struggle to speak over him. Father, standing stiffly in the corner where the light was weakest and glaring daggers through Phantom, was the first to speak.
"Who are You."
Damien opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off with a sharp glance.
"I mean..." Phantom hesitated, seemingly unsure about how to continue. " I'm Phantom. I used to babysit Dami when he was little."
"You were part of the League of Shadows?"
"No!" Phantom seems somewhat over-emphatic in Damien's opinion, not that anyone had asked.
"No, I'm..." He glanced over to Damien, "I'm the king of the Infinite Realms, Dami just used to visit sometimes when he wanted to get away for a bit and I would keep an eye on him."
"What are the Infinite Realms? How did he get there?"
"Oh you know," he floundered, "League of Shadows... Forbidden magic... all that Fun Stuff."
"Elaborate"
Surprisingly, it was Todd who spoke next.
“Look, the League had a natural portal to the Realms they kept squirreled away ok? It was a whole big secret; only the top members were supposed to even know about it.”
“Like the Lazarus Pit.”
“Yeah,”
“Is it dangerous?”
“It's a giant hole in reality leading to another dimension,” Todd said, irritation evident, “ not a fucking Chucky Cheese. Of course it's dangerous; that's why we closed it.”
“We?” Phantom snorted
“Yeah, yeah Mister I-close-holes-in-reality-for-shits-and-giggles. Not all of us can be fucking One Punch Men. ‘Sides, I helped. Hell knows when you were gonna get around to it if I didn't threaten to leave you sleeping on the couch.”
“Hel doesn't know anything about scheduling and you know it.”
Father cut in, interrupting their fond bickering. Silently, Damien wondered how long Todd and Phantom had been dating.
“So the portal has been taken care of.”
“Yep!” Phantom said, “I closed that dumb thing right up!”
“Are there any others?”
“Yeah, but most natural portals don't stay open long enough to be a problem. A stable portal is a little like a fairy; real, but rare enough that you can keep the salt at home.”
Father blinked, unsure how to react to that answer. Damien remembered this; the strange explanations that brought up more questions than answers. As a child, Damien had always found this extremely irritating. It was reassuring to see that this had not changed.
“What is the Infinite Realm?”
Again, Todd answered.
“Exactly what it says on the tin; it's a realm, and it's infinite. Basically, it's a space between universes connecting them all together, and ‘cause there’s infinite other universes, there’s infinite space between them. It's like driving through Kansas. Most folks don't think about the people who take care of those endless corn fields.”
Father glared at Todd, clearly frustrated with his butting in. He very purposefully turned to Phantom.
“Damien said you were king?”
“Yep! Won the title after I beat the last guy into the ground when he tried to flatten the midwest!”
“What does that mean?” Father gritted his teeth, not used to all of this talking. “What duties come with being King of the Infinite Realms?”
Again, Phantom hesitated, glancing over to Damien as if trying to decipher some great mystery, and again, Todd stepped in. Interesting. Irritating.
“Same shit that comes with being King anywhere. He sits through boring ass meetings and makes sure no dumbasses try and kill each other.”
“Hn”
“So,” Greyson said, stepping purposefully between Father and Todd, “How’d you two meet?”
He flashed his signature “socialite” smile. Phantom met it in a wide parody of a grin, eyes impossibly wide and hair glowing ever brighter. Before he could speak, Pennyworth, who Damien was sure had been by the door leading to the front hall, stepped in from the dining room.
“Excuse me, sirs,” he said, voice as level and unreadable as ever, “but it seems dinner is ready.”
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date night! Barnaby planned. well. "planned"
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greentea-and-cookies · 8 months
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Them(⁠ノ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ノ⁠*⁠.⁠✧
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Character development✨
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 9 months
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More MDZS and Hollow Knight! The cool bugs I found in my backyard have started to unionize.
Part 1 - Part 3
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I know ax hates music but as probably cliche as it is, i feel like he would like fireflies by owl city. I think the main reason he doesn't like earth music is cause he was living in the 90s, aka the height of boy bands and spice girls and Brittany spears and although they can be fun, for me at least a lot of them were acquired tastes. They are very in your face to say the least. I think he would like more relaxing stuff.
At first hes confused by the song "what does this mean????" But then starts vibing with it.
If y'all had to nominate exactly one human-made song that Ax actually kinda likes, what would it be?
We have one vote for Fireflies by Owl City.
My vote is Sandstorm by Darude.
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drink-tang-gang · 1 year
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I think one of the funniest aspects of Baffy is that, Bugs is down BAD, but would rather eat dirt before admitting it.
Like he could re-arrange the entire universe for Daffy and trip him on the next morning. And bcs Daffy doesn’t know he despises Bugs ( on a very surface level bcs deep down he also cares)
yes that's exactly it! We've seen as much in bia haven't we?? it's implied Bugs knows the entire movie was going on just so Daffy could have his limelight. I even love in Bah Humduck Bugs has no purpose in the story. Like at all. Except to tease Daffy and play around with him <3 Bugs lives for that. He doesn't have to be the cool-headed joe he's gotten reduced to (at that time period) he can be his zany trickster self around him and for that alone Bugs would give him the world <3
Daffy cares too, despite his grumblings! Who tf else would burrow with Bugs? Who else would let Bugs be in charge of the map and over-prepare for when he inevitably takes a wrong direction?? Man I love these two.
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volatilechemicalz · 8 months
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grasshopper that I saw today I love grasshoppers they're so silly
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emilnikos · 7 months
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umm Emil Nikos pokemon team if he was in the pokemon world I think he would have a Crobat and a Shedinja and an Appletun and
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domsaysstuff · 1 year
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Eddie Munson is the type of person that would make a tier list of bugs based on their munchability
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john b telling the pogues that if they get split up to "meet at JJ's house" never sat right with me. I doubt kie even knows where JJ lives and if Pope DOES know he's never had any reason to be there. the only ppl in their group that have any buisness having spent any time at all at JJ's are John B and JJ. and maybe it could just be explained as a slip of the tongue but I really don't think your best friends abusive father is something that just slips your mind. so maybe it wasn't for anyone but JJ really. this sort of excuse, a back door. if things get bad permission to run. meet at JJ's house, I'll always find you there.
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orcelito · 1 year
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I love that Zazie and Elendira r my fav Gung ho guns bc of the Trans Vibes. And who's my third favorite? Well, I'm glad you asked!
Mid freak the horn valley
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qeyond · 1 year
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bug collection
Top: A, Light, Matt, Mello
Bottom: L, Misa, B, Corrupt!Naomi
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malwarechips · 1 year
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old stag perhaps.
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you have no clue how not normal i am over that damn rhinoceros beetle (compliment)
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caffeinated-yearning · 10 months
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I take care of the arthropod exhibit so he doesn’t have to 💛
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gurorori · 11 months
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idk prev rb actually made me think abt headcanons innnnn enstars fandom n how weirdly binary they still r, in a way. shld i explain?
#its like. don get me wrong im a huge sucker for t4t always & in any form#but#ill use valkyrie as an example since its my specialty#its always rubbed me the wrong way that the general consenus on valkyrie when it comes to gender headcanons (in the western fandom mostly#esp twitter spaces n such#always bugged me how shu is ubiquitously assigned the transfem hc#taller n broader n more 'traditionally' masculine facial features with the contrast of his flamboyant gender expression & interest in#(generally oerceived as) feminine interests#versus mika..#bein shorter n repeatedly pointed out with femjnine traits such as longer hair n name n smaller frame#so he gets 2 b the transmasc ofc!#an its like. wgere am i goin w all this? its not likr im hurt by all dat#i love to see it as a transmasc introject in a bodily transmasc system!#but it still makes me think hmm. enstarries have rly flat visions of transness#even with a lot of em bein trans themselves the way they treat headcanons is sometimes very backwards#cuz this isn jus valkyrie case. theres a specific Type of character dat will get the 'amab transfem' treatment n then another one dat will#get the 'afab transmasc'#n its kinda generic... i think ppl shud unpack their own biases more often...#cause yehs while i participate in it to a degree it still scratches my brain in an uncomfortable way cause its categorisin experiences into#strictly 'transmasc' or 'transfem' ways of bein#when transness to me has always jus Been#sorry uf this barely makes sense#ppl on here r so eloquent n i feel bad whenever i rant....#sorries
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lovebugism · 2 months
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hi bug!! for your shy!reader requests, idk if you’re going smutty w them but if you ARE: I love the concept of reader being generally pretty quiet, which extends to r’s sex life bc they’ve never thought to b otherwise… enter Hawkins’ own loudmouth DM who takes it upon himself to coax every noise out of reader that he can 💖🫡
ty for requesting! here's my first attempt at smut on here since 2023 :D — eddie teaches his quiet gf how to be louder in the bedroom (shy!fem!r, smut 18+)
Eddie’s face appears from beneath the covers — pale cheeks flushed, chestnut hair wild. He’s still got his ringed fingers wrapped ‘round your thighs, clutching you with the same intensity he’d had when his face was shoved between them. 
He blinks at you with chocolate eyes and drags his tongue across his lip. His pink mouth is softly swollen with use and glittering with your honey. “Is this okay?” he slurs between labored pants.
You lift your swimmy head from the pillow and peer at him through the valley of your breasts, rising and falling with each deep breath. You nod until the words catch up to you. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s— it’s good,” you answer breathlessly, though you don’t think that describes the half of it.
There aren’t enough words in the English language you could string together to describe how he makes you feel. How good he is with his tongue. How you’re throbbing clit still pounds like a heartbeat for more of him.
“Okay. Good,” he huffs with a lazy nod. 
His fingers fidget around your thighs when he shifts on the mattress, wincing slightly when his sensitive cock ruts against it. “I just… I wanted to make sure, you know? ‘Cause you weren’t… You weren’t really… Saying anything.”
He forces out a chuckle to keep the honeyed mood light while horror floods your features. Your eyes soften around the edges with worry. “What was I… What was I supposed to say?” you squeak.
“Nothing!” he answers quickly, eyes going wide when he senses your panic. “It’s just… Most— Most people moan when they feel good and stuff…” His lip quirks in a lopsided smile before a laugh sputters from them. “I mean, you’ve heard me. I’m fucking loud.”
He is. He’s more than loud, actually — full of gruff moans, pretty whimpers, and neverending praise. He never leaves you with an ounce of worry when you’re with him ‘cause he’s constantly rambling about how good you feel.
“Fuck, baby, that’s good— Oh, shit,” he babbled while he fucked your mouth, some minutes ago now. He whimpered after, high-pitched and faraway.“Gonna make me cum— so fucking hard— in your pretty little throat. Fuck, angel. Fuck—”
You writhe on the mattress, feeling suddenly uncomfortable in your own skin. 
You become acutely hyperaware of how bare you are below him, with his face mere inches from your glistening pussy and his chocolate eyes swimming with warmth. You feel more naked than you already are. Totally fucking see-through.
“Sorry,” you murmur sheepishly. “I just… I guess, I’m just quiet. I don’t know.”
Eddie smiles like he isn’t wearing your slick all over his chin. “That’s okay,” he assures with an innocuous twinkle in his eye. “But you don’t have to be. You know that, right?”
You blink at him until you realize the question isn’t rhetorical. 
His smile falls into a mischievous smirk when you nod. 
“Be as loud as you want for me, yeah? Make all the noise you want…”
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He’s a menace.
Eddie Munson is a total fucking menace.
He doesn’t eat your pussy like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. No, he takes his good and well time with you — like he plans on doing this, and only this, for the rest of his life. 
Your inner thighs are slick with saliva. His spit drips down your ass, along with your honey, as his tongue laps mercilessly at your cunt. Slowly, gently, agonizingly. It’s like he can’t help but be so sloppy. Like he can’t help but drool all over your pussy ‘cause he loves it so damn much.
“Eddie, please,” you whine through heavy pants, clammy hands cradling your knees to keep them spread for him. “I wanna cum, Eddie. Please, I wanna cum.”
If he’s doing all this to get you talking, well, it’s fucking working.
His mouth smacks when it parts from your sensitive clit. The delicate button is as swollen as his lips are now. His pretty face is utterly blissed out — mouth rosy, eyes lidded, cheeks flushed. Like he’s found heaven in your pussy.
“Shit,” he huffs with a crooked smile, still a bit breathless. “You taste too good… Got me all distracted… Wasn’t tryin’ to tease you, babe, I swear.”
He pulls back the sticky hood of your cunt with a ringed hand. You keen when his thumb rolls over your throbbing clit. “Fuck, Eds,” you gasp — back arched, head thrown back.
“Need it that bad, huh?” He chuckles quietly when your hips buck into his hand, desperate for more. 
“Please, Eds,” you beg with your eyes squeezed shut. Tears burn in the very corners of them, stinging like you might cry at how good he’s making you feel. At how badly you want him to make you cum.
Spit dribbles from his pursed mouth onto your already slick pussy. He rubs it in with guitar string-calloused fingers, and your toes curl into the sheets. “Wanna cum?” he slurs, blinking slowly at your trembling form with pretty button eyes. “Wanna cream on my tongue?”
You whine at the vulgarity of his words — and at the lightning strike that rushes down your spine when his merciless fingers graze your pulsing clit. Swallowing down a sob, you nod rapidly against the pillow.
Eddie kisses your pussy like he would your mouth. Your honey clings to him when he pulls away, smirking up at you with glittering lips. “Then keep talking for me, yeah?”
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