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brucewaynehater101 · 14 days
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Fuuuuck. My favorite trope is "Tim Joins the Batfamily Late" and there's so few of those out there. I just love that angst or the chaos with an unsupervised Tim, one who's parents definitely died, that doesn't have the support of the batfam.
Like, no matter how you spin it, it's so interesting to see how drastically that changes things. Did Jason never die? Did Bruce heal enough before Tim could step up? Did Tim still get training with Lady Shiva? Is he a somewhat civilian? Is he a non-Bat vigilante? Does he still form YJ? Did he stay in Gotham?
The sandbox is huge, and it's such an underutilized trope.
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blanchebees · 5 months
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Somehow, Sleep token hits harder when listened late at night
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lottievanclaire · 6 months
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YELLOWJACKETS (2021–) 2.07 “Burial”
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poison-uwu · 1 year
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Felt v cute in this and wanted to show off <3
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18+ here xo
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fernsproutxx · 1 year
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“if i were you i wouldn’t trust him… he seems like he has a few screws loose.”
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astxrwar · 5 months
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miguel’s claws working like cat claws and coming out reflexively when he stretches.
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invoidvisitor · 7 months
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My brain has been in hyperdrive like alll day.
Just the constant bounce of; Splatoon! Wait Turtles!! Wait, Spiderman!!!
I can't focus on one long enough to get an actual story going lol
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inactive02 · 1 year
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The opportunity chapter 6
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a/n: surprise my sunshine, i came to give out another chapter to enjoy because i enjoyed writing this. after this post my delivery of chapters might be a tad bit slow but i will try my best give write them and get them out.
warnings: nothing too bad besides a hot man....and it aint heimdall
words: 1,1k
Chicken out? Why would he chicken out, is what Heimdall kept asking himself, you're advancing towards him weren’t ignored. Just hard to understand, hard to read, he never admitted to you but even when he reads your thoughts, even your intentions he still can’t understand you. He hasn’t quite had this feeling before, in a while, the time when you two were alone, touching his hair with gentleness and affection even though he treated you so low sometimes. 
You gave him respect and even occasionally a little remark to his bratty attitude, whenever he peeked inside your mind in those moments, he didn’t see any false emotions.
These new-found feelings you were giving him were something new, enjoyable, and fun, nothing that didn’t make him uncomfortable or feel like it was competition. Knowing you for years, he still hasn’t gotten used to you, the few times whenever you are around him. 
He could actually think for himself, think about you, things about you or where you are, standing there brushing gulltopper’s fur. The feline purred and grazed against Heimdall's torso. 
“Stop, moving animal.” He hissed, combing the beast to distract himself.
Surely you wouldn’t mind him visiting you today, you are only being caught up in your shop sharpening a few weapons and armor that were requested from you. Hearing the chime from your shop's door, turning around, only to be greeted by the same customer from last time. Kamur, your favorite person “someone’s looking woe today, do I have to put a curse on someone” the silver-haired man said, leaning his elbow against the counter.
Your eyes were directed towards his sweet, beaming smile that he adores whenever he comes in “you don’t have to curse anyone, I don’t even think you can curse an Aesir” flicking your hand in a noncaring gesture as you drop another piece of metal into the furnace, he watched you closely seeing your expression.
“Are ya talking about that Blondie?”
A smirk comes onto your face, looking up at him, “You can read minds as he can?”.
His chest rumbles from the laugh he holds back, “maybe I can do a lot of things, don’t let that man get into your hair. He’s Notorious for ticking women off” he is? You asked yourself, turning around quickly and leaning more closely onto the counter.
“Is he?” You questioned.
“Hm, oh very. That man is very well-known around women, especially the ones who tried to cuff him with their womanly ways.” He takes a small brisket, taking a bite out of it “ but it never works because he’s an asshole, and doesn’t want them to work” words being muffled by the delicious brisket, a few crumbs on his pink lips, seeing slight black scars on them. Examining him like this made your face flush a little, looking back up at the dark, shadowed eyes.
Kamur hummed in satisfaction from the tasty snack, “you know so much about him, sibling?”.
“Nope, just an old friend of his. He doesn’t like the nice ones”  you can understand where he’s coming from with that, he listens to your sigh and turns your back to him.
His pale, long finger grazed your shoulder after he reached over the counter,  “you know you're quite the character, I’ve seen many weird people come into my shop before but not like” he smirks behind you as you stroke his ego with your words.
“Well I am the special type” he hums “what if I take you to see my shop in vanaheim”  your ear perks up at the familiar realm being mentioned.
Those poisonous green eyes finding yours, “I'm listening”.
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The beautiful nature of this land is ready to kill you at any second. At this moment, you felt somewhat self since the taller man led you to wherever you wanted him to go, “I’m amused you’ve been here before, judging by your reaction to this place” he looked back at you, a breathtaking grin that gets you grinning slightly each time.
“I was here once as an order from od-, the all father” he hums in approval, this man to you didn’t make you feel like you were beneath him nor better, more like an equal. “What do you do out here? I'm curious” you watched him open a gate to a lively cabin that has jars, and many other items. The sight you took in the place felt calm and a little homey.
He turns to look at your surprised expression, “I do brewery and craftsmen of witchery” he tells her, having a slight touch on your shoulder “no, I will not harm you little one, you mean too much valuable alive than dead” walking in front of you with a grin, you didn’t expect him to say that, was he reading your emotions. 
The time you came here with Thor, you’d never seen this place or even a glimpse at all, maybe something kept it hidden, did he keep it hidden? By each day you learn something new, and mysterious things among the realms.
“Like Freya, the woman who used to leave here?” you hear a slight ‘mhm’ from him, moving one jar to the other side of the table, his voice enriches your ears as he tells you the many things he creates in this very shed, plants, mist, and even poison if needed. The time you spent with him hasn’t felt wasted, not one bit, entertained you, teaching you the many things he’s created in this very shed. It was an amazing talent, you’ve never seen, watching him and learning everything was a trip. Time was flying, not realizing how late it was.
You stood near the window, admiring the dark star-filled sky, hearing a slight Russell behind you that caught your ear “I should maybe head back to Asgard” a sigh leaving your lips, somewhat missing this place already even though you haven’t left yet. The light footsteps behind you.
“Scared the hound dogs of Asgard would come for you?” his tone teasing as he caresses your shoulder, you look up at the source of the comforting touch. He is standing beside you and looking into your eyes.
Feeling a small warm feeling brewing inside you, “more like I’m scared that they’ll know I’m gone, but they wouldn’t worry” you insist, some would’ve said his eyes looked evil but to you, they didn’t. “You know you have such a sly smile, Kamur” pinching his side and earning a dramatic gasp from him.
“Ah, I only get this sly grin from my father. It always wins the hearts of beautiful people” you couldn't help but laugh at him a little, witnessing the dramatic acting display he did. 
That smile could kill you if you don’t take your eyes off him for once, silence brewed in again between you two, and your eyes found his. Looking at you, admiring you, taking your soft chin in between his fingers.
“Such a cute little mortal, with such a fragile body”
TO BE CONTINUED
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mircsy · 1 month
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Long live the creative brains🥲 (ignore the story of Ennead for now)
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Thinking about Amanda this holiday season
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bitchofedensgate · 1 year
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A new Far Cry 5 OC is born!
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Oliver "Owlie" Houstan!
You might think "Tf why is he called Owlie??? Well. Oliver is a Sniper. But only works at night [he loves the night sky] and is basically blind at day. Poor boy ruined his eyes already with just being on this earth for 20 years. His working Buddy is Depee (OC from @swearingcactus who also created this hilarious and cute first offical artwork of Oliver ♡).
Oliver tries to teach Depee to become a Sniper-which Kind of fails. And Depee tries Oliver to use Bow and Arrow-which ends with him shooting an Arrow in his own foot.
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goregeousbruise · 7 months
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Hear me out:
MEN IN LACE PANTIES.
Thank you.
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ricciard0 · 1 year
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life changing
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greatszu · 9 months
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🥵🏌🏽!
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itadorey · 6 months
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wriothesley who likes it when you tug on his tie to pull him into a kiss. he smirks at you when you do it, and you roll your eyes because he looks so smug you might just let him go. (you don’t).
“someone’s eager, huh?”
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