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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 3 months

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Graceeee HI :D

Okay so I had this idea the other day for an original story that I might write, and I was looking at it and realized: it could very easily be turned into a SBI au and now I am Tempted.

So anyways my first reaction was "I need to go tell Grace and Bia/Snekky" (I know you a lot better and am a coward therefore I am in your askbox).

Anyways, if you'd like I can tell ya about it 👉👈

OH HELLO?? HELLO???

YES YES PLEASE TELL ME YES I AM SO CURIOUS OH MY GOSH AKSGAJSGKAGSJAGSISG

#!!!#ask #cradle tag

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percki · 1 month

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‘why would zuko do that’ he is sixteen years old. ‘i don’t understand zuko’ are you or have you been sixteen years old. ‘zuko just makes bad decisions’ he is sixteen years old. ‘zuko burned down kyoshi island’ he’s literally sixteen years old. ‘zuko kidnapped a twelve year old and dragged him through the snow for hours’ yeah sure but he was sixteen years old. ‘zuko hired an assassin to capture aang, and said assassin went rogue and attempted to kill everyone’ yeah well he’s not good at critical thinking. he’s sixteen years old

#this post is a joke. i love zuko i would hit him with my car and then cradle his head like a dying baby deer #atla #zuko’s literally just a wet cat sorry. he’s not good at making decisions #this is a criticism of the ‘zuko can do no wrong’ ppl but ALSO a criticism of the ‘zuko is inherently bad and can never change’ ppl #two criticisms for the price of one post hehe #avatar the last airbender #prince zuko #zuko #talk tag

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spectr3inl0ve · 3 months

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I have multiple questions about cradle robber!bruce wayne:

- What was Damian’s reaction did he also tease his father and was okay with the relationship or was he hostile and mean to reader but warmed up later on?

- what was the media’s reaction? Was it the stereotypical “older man date’s younger woman” type of coverage

- did Bruce tell reader he was Batman or is he still keeping it hidden from her?

🦪 anon

ooh I think that damians initial reaction would be disgust, because of the age gap ("she's dick and jasons age! this is highly inappropriate, father."). if bruce didn't tell damian to be nice and polite to reader when they meet each other for the first time, he would be criticising both her and bruce ngl. but because he knows his dad is serious about reader, he keeps the little snips he makes minimal. the most ud get would be a, "'s this my new sister? did he find u in a smelly alley?". yes, he would eventually warm up to reader, giving her a small smile when she brings him a gift or pats his cheek.

when cradle robber!bruce wayne and reader first announces, or makes their relationship public, the headlines are full of scandalous headlines such as: playboy bruce wayne seen with [first and last name] - is he adopting her or dating her?, reader acts on her daddy issues! (I can't think of anything else:c). gossip magazines spread lies and assumptions about bruce and reader (bruce wayne has an appetite for women his eldest sons' ages! readers daddy issues are really showing with this unexpected relationship!). so yeah, the basic "older man dates younger woman" stuff. as their relationship progresses, the media dies down on insulting bruce and reader as much and start treating them like a regular celebrity couple.

bruce would obviously keep the batman and the other vigilantes away from reader for as long as he possibly can. until it starts to cause issues in the relationship; reader starts to notice how bruce (and his children, except duke) are almost never available at night, the unexplainable scars and injuries of varying levels, the fatigue, the ignoring, the hundreds of missed calls, and finally, how hes always home, but never around (hes in the batcave smh). bruce finally tells her when reader is sobbing into bruces chest, begging to know what she did wrong, why he barely talks to or spends time with her. he exhales a long sigh, and tells her he has to show her something. bruce leads reader to the batcave, rubbing her back as her sobs turn into heavy sniffles. he tells her, afraid of her reaction. bruce is relieved when reader doesn't freak out like he thought she would, rather understanding and sad that he hadn't told her sooner. (lowkey gonna make a post abt reader finding out cradle robber!bruce wayne is batman after I post this so look out!) reader puts two and two together, "...soo...damian is robin? and the others are...?" she sniffles, bruce nodding his head.

#°○☆spectr3inl0ve #cradle robber!bruce wayne #🦪 anon #monty loves dc #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne headcanon #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne smut #bruce wayne x y/n #batman x reader #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne headcanon #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x reader smut #dick grayson headcanon #ignore these tags im just trying to get more reach #jason todd headcanon #dick grayson imagine

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pepperpixel · 9 months

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“I live inside my own world of make believe!

Kids screaming in there cradles, profanities”

SIMON!!!!!! Simon art dump!!! Specifically mostly Simon being sad as hell… because I wanted to draw him mentally tormented ghghg- the trailer inspired me.. specifically it rlly inspired me for the first pic! Cuz I had a sudden brain blast like the 5th time watching it that fionna and cake are only ever characters in ice kings fucking fanfic!!!! So! Why would that suddenly change? Why would they be real now? Unless!! they’re actually still NOT fucking REAL! AND THEYRE STILL JUST A STORY BY ICE KING! OR! MORE ACCURATELY! SIMON!!!

I mean. I might be wrong. And even if I am right it’s probably gonna be more complicated than that.. but just!!!! IDK! My brain had that thought and fucking exploded lmao

#adventure time #simon petrikov #ice king #ice simon #??? I saw some ppl calling that ver of him Ice simon so I’m tagging it just in case lol #the song in the description is cradles by sub urban #I’ve actually heard that song too fucking much to even rlly like it anymore but I DO think it fits w Simon ghghg-#doodles #fionna and cake

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spotsupstuff · 5 months

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Iterators, of course, aren't made capable of resting. They are here to work.

Even if biological to a degree, the components of the Hiveminds either take careful turns for a shut eye or they work themselves to death from exhaustion. Terrifying-, is Three Sparrows' opinion on that, -but they can't live any differently. Just like moths without mouths or crazed fish fighting against the streams of oceans, that's just how their Cycles are predetermined.

But there's these few rare days... Especially with the newer Iterators- those that are still chugging through life like newborn rain deer fawns, unsure in their existence, a little too vulnerable- when they slow down for a thorough, long debug session.

For the citizens this means a little dimmer day. A little bit of detoxification from screens as nonessential devices shut down or receive far too little power from the hearts of the Iterator. As those beats slow down and the energy that does get generated from them is more focused internally.

For her, as his Mechanic, this means an especially busy couple of days. Anxiety inducing ones, too.

First thing in the morning of the first day, Sparrows sends her charge a question- "how did the debug start up go?"- then remembers that the drama queen that is Caper of Euros does not wish to be bothered to formulate as horrendous things as whole words at this stage, because, in his words: "You don't understand just how *draining* it is to put together syllables in such a state!". So she adds a little unprofessional "doin good?" supplement message right after.

It takes unnaturally long for him to respond (twenty whole seconds!!!) with a singular checkmark. She breathes a sigh of relief and allows herself to go about her day now.

The city of Ales keeps relatively quiet. The typical churn of energy, cogs and thoughts of a behemoth beneath her feet is near silent even in the depths of the inner subway system. The traffic lights blink a little slower, the fake birds overhead sing just that tad bit louder. The children freed from school thanks to the low current bump into her by accident as they chase each other through the city square. Three Sparrows clutches her breakfast, gives the little rascals some mock chase with her fist waving in the air and then she sits down to finally scorf that food down.

First day is the hardest. This one is dedicated to check ups of the hearts, gravity generators and the memory arrays. All of that is functioning at its bare minimum right now and she better make use of that! Less thunderous beats for her body to weather even through the suit specialized for this, less frustrating fights against complete antigravity and less train of thoughts for her to derail by accidentally bumping into the softer bits of his mind.

She won't get to really interact with Euros today- or well... at least he won't be able to respond much to her day's worth of effort like he'd usually do. It's still strange to think of that. Running all around someone's body yet not actually properly interacting. This job forces a person through so many paradigm shifts... It gets exhausting to change one's understanding of simply *being* so many times.

So today she ensures his hearts are without a single scratch. That the Void Fluid trapped inside of the water is still spinning right (that part is always needlessly scary. the Void stuff can't be trusted, no matter how holy the preachers say it is, Three Sparrows on a Wire doesn't give a damn). She checks all the cables and tubes surrounding them, the antigravity generators solely dedicated to only this giant chamber all the while trying to keep her own little heart from panicking at the loud noise.

Manually she visits all the major generators sprinkled through the facility and runs diagnostics on the lesser ones through her watch. She amputates and treats the biological parts of the arrays that need it, tells hi to a sleepy yet determined Inspector that came to check it out, pries neuron flies out of weird places they somehow managed to wedge themselves into and takes a peek into Euros' mental state as per regulations.

She already knows his priority list won't make the demanded norms. Her own name shines at her from the first spot, forcing all too familiar self-blame to bloom in her chest. With a swipe of a finger, the screen disappears. Her final report will have lies in it again, then. Nobody can know.

At 23:11, fifteen hours since the beginning of the work day, Three Sparrows stumbles out of the stuffy biomechanical guts of her boyfriend without popping into the puppet chamber once absolutely destroyed.

"Oh, I always forget how sweet the evening air is. Void below, wow," she says, taking a deep breath before dragging herself home.

Aching limbs force her to skip normal dinner for easier-to-prepare and consume nutritional supplements, but they don't manage to stop her from making it to the daily family call. Or from quietly hacking into Euros' systems afterwards.

There's a spike of panic in the entire Hivemind, according to the live diagnostic program running on her watch and she looks on as his systems reach for the firewalls he unconsciously dropped alongside his damn heart rate (most likely, she has yet to catch the moment when he actually drops them). Three Sparrows can't help but grin to herself a little as she turns off her computer's cloaking *just* before the firewalls reactivate. The recognition of her IP address is instantaneous- telling by the sudden stop of Euros' frantic efforts at self-defense.

At least for a few seconds. Then he's rapidly purging her out and slamming the firewalls back into their place behind her. She barely manages to burst into laughter and her watch already pings with a new message. Message in question? Only reads a singular period.

But oh, those few pixels somehow manage to obtain all the dramatic affront, anger and disbelief a typical Euros rant would have. It only makes her laugh harder.

When she finally wills herself to stop, lest she gets a headache, she replies: "when will you finally remember to *not* become a sitting mouse for hackers during your debugging. you dumbass you!"

Euros replies with another period.

"watch out for yourself, ok? just bc im tots willing to break a guys face in the name of keeping your giant eight legged box butt safe doesnt mean im exactly itching for that kinda situation" "now good luck during the night. i gotta go take a five everything hurts"

Two periods and a second later, a heart.

Sparrows smiles at the screen a little, turns off her computer and climbs into the soft bed sheets.

The next day flies by a little easier. This one is dedicated to check ups of technologies related to production of the biological Hivemind members. There's quite a lot of those scattered through the whole body of Caper of Euros, but at least the hearts are beating a little faster today which means the gravity generators everywhere are stronger and that again means Sparrows gets to call upon an Inspector to hitch a ride with it for the whole day. No solo swimming in 0g this time!

All the production centres end up being more or less perfectly fine. Any damage caused by use is miniscule enough to not matter and be fixed naturally in a matter of days. As it should be with all Iterators out of their test run phases.

A small feeling of pride settles warmly behind her ribs. Another thing she can be almost certain to check off the long long list of her duties as a Mechanic, another Euros' step towards being completely self-dependent and, for the lack of biomechanical term on an Iterator scale, fully mature.

He's progressing despite small hiccups here and there and she couldn't be happier.

Though, one thing she will admit.

As she gives her goodbye to today's guide, Sparrows just can't wait for this day to be over. It won't be admitted aloud, especially where Euros could hear her, but she's starting to painfully miss their usual interactions.

Sure, today her interactions with him were... "closer" than yesterday, but it still wasn't it.

Another dissonance. Even being near something more closer to her level than the entirety of his physical body is not exactly a direct mutual interaction. The Inspector nuzzled to her, held her, clicked at her in some attempts at communication. And it was Euros, but... also just such a small piece of him.

So small, that it almost borders on meaningless. But it hurts to think of anything with such personality and role in the grand scheme of him as meaningless so she quickly shakes that thought out of her head.

It is strange. But she doesn't mind calling the *puppet* meaningless. That thing is what her heart yearns for now, whose embrace she's currently missing- its carmine coloration and big dark lenses are what her eyes are searching for. And still, the cynical and rational part of her dubs that piece useless without an issue.

Because the puppets are useful with their emptiness. The uselessness makes them precious, paradoxically enough.

She's even writing a paper on this subject, questioning if the existence of these masks or decoys- essentially inherent lies- are really so important. So naturally, her thoughts spiral further as she's walking back into his facilities during the third day.

Today is deep puppet chamber maintenance day. A whole day dedicated to the bullshit.

In her paper, Three Sparrows argues that puppets are installed more for the sake of the Anemon population more than the Iterators themselves. In the grand scheme of things, can it be said that these priorities will pay out?

Yes, certainly, there are aspects to puppets that are helpful for the Iterators themselves too. Mainly that the relatively little things are the central focus point of the Hivemind- a means for the entirety of the scattered person to come together and form an Individuality seamlessly.

'But,' she asks, 'isn't That a condition Created by The Puppet's Existence? If We direct Our Attention to the Iterator Inconvenient Sporadic Change, she was known to exist Outside of her Individuality Without Complications! Research shows that she performed just as well if not better in Her Duties than the other Iterators of Her Time Period- which, if I May remind The Reader Kindly, are some Monumental Names. Better output than that of Boreas' Blessing, Orion's Pathway and even The Dedicated Aftertaste of Disdain.

Her Processes proved to be Seamless, Direct, Quicker. Reports are Also Kind Enough to mention the Need for Maintenance- Be it Physical, Psychological or Emotional- was at a sweet Minimum.

If a Puppet of an Iterator Should not be Given, is it Possible that the Hivemind would find a Different, Healthier Way of Coming Together? Of My educated Opinion, I'd dare to Say Yes.

The Consciousness would have the Free Choice of expanding Outwards, to the Limits of the Superstructure, rather than Claustrophobically Inwards. This Change of Procedure would Potentially Result in Absence of These known Disorders that Plague Your Great Gifts to the World:'

Then there is also of course the benefit of pearl reading and printing, but really? Her computer doesn't need a whole person just to burn her a picture, song or some text into the surface of a pearl and then also read it back. This function of the puppets is a weakness if anything. Why not exchange the entire chamber setup for something like a series of pearl readers so they might as well multitask in this, too?

Euros certainly could be reading twenty pearls at once and burning information onto thirty other, for sure. Maybe that would sate his programmed hyperactivity at least a little before he gains access to his predetermined role as a Phone Operator Chief of the Eo group.

The puppets are just a ginormous fumble at optimization of the Iterator blueprint and that's that.

And still...

Three Sparrows climbs through the pipe into Caper of Euros' puppet chamber. This place is like another heart, despite its function being nothing like a real one. A hub of his mind, maybe. An important, precious piece of him, even if those epithets are forced onto it by circumstance.

Her feet hit the floor and the chamber brightens up just that bit to signal at least a piece of his attention is now dedicated to the happenings within the room, but stays deep carmine instead of turning light pink. That signals he's still working, just as she instructed him.

Overseers come and go to take a look at her, some stay to watch her. Understandable, since the puppet is slumped over in the middle of the floor, sitting with its eyes half closed- for once, he is the one frustratingly limited in his ability to interact with her properly even though she's right here.

"Good morning, Caps!" Sparrows cheerfully calls into the more or less empty room, giving the Overseers a quick salute in greeting. They reply with quick spins of their tendrils, the room itself greets her back with a pleased purr. One that she can feel shaking her legs even through the metal soles of her boots as she walks over to today's main point of interest.

Kneeling next to it, she rests a hand over its chest in support. "Alright. As always, we'll get through the detachment sequence and you can go fully back to finishing off the debugging. How close are you to being done?"

Something whirrs and then a projection appears on the wall in front of her of a progress bar. 87%.

"Nice! You are getting faster. Come on now, then."

During a deep maintenance of the puppet, it is advised to nearly fully disconnect it from the rest of the structure. The purpose of that is to give the systems some rest, but also to avoid stressing out or making the Hivemind uncomfortable by sticking a hand into what it perceives as its very personal very own chest.

The first step is for the Hivemind to pull back from the body, to avoid the shock of forceful extraction. Once that is done, the Iterator disconnects the umbilical arm from the back and allows the Mechanic to slowly push it away. Carefulness is needed during this- the arm contains cables and tubes, acting like an umbilical cord for an unborn offspring in some animals.

The baby analogy never fails to make her skin crawl. While Anemons conceive children without such things, it's still so... personal. It stirs unwanted feelings inherent to intelligent organic beings, the need to look after a child. These puppets are like stillborns. Stuck within the womb for the "mother" to use as an extension of its being.

That is not a matter easily pondered.

The next step, after the bundle of crucial cords safely rests on the ground, is to disconnect the umbilical cables from the back of the puppet's head.

One by one, Sparrows disconnects them. And with the last, Euros' puppet goes slack against her hand. Quite unnerving, that. It always makes her heart jump even though she knows better than to worry.

She secures the umbilical cables to the arm and pulls back to take a look at him, both arms supporting his shoulders. The head lolls, eyes still open a little yet unseeing. Something whispers that's not right, so she guides his eyelids closed for him.

...Iterators can't sleep. But the useless piece of Euros looks like he does and suddenly she can't help but feel like this is the most important thing in existence.

The something in her shifts, the something that is yearning, loving, that wants to take care of another and keep him safe from the sharp world outside.

Sparrows caves. Gathers the puppet into her arms, rests his head against her shoulder. The chamber lowly, but sharply whirrs. He's probably annoyed that she has decided to be all cuddly and sweet now when he can't be fully present for it. What little consciousness he can still muster in the puppet presents itself in the tiniest nuzzle of his face into her neck.

Such a small gesture, yet it steals her breath away. She hugs him... it.. closer, cheek presses against his forehead, a hand moves to caress the side of his face.

She marvels at the feeling of holding him. Questions why she is left stumped by an almost empty thing.

He's sleeping, face buried against her neck, says the something- he is awake, just a little drowsy, staring at her with seven eyes across the room, replies reason.

She cradles him in her lap… he's so thin and light, the feeling begs her to keep him safe until he wakes up again, he wouldn't be able to defend himself against a predator-! He holds her in his center, so small and insignificant compared to his mind breaking vastness.. her life span so minute compared to what he is yet to live through. Someone of his caliber wouldn't find a challenge in simply deleting her like a line of code.

'The only thing keeping me truly safe are the taboos woven in their genes,' says the cynical piece of mind, jaded by decades of unkind life and all tired, entertaining the absolute worst of scenarios for the sake of a warning. 'I couldn't be in a safer place than here, at his mercy, in this artificial world where he might as well be a true god,' says the lovesick heart backed up by years of experience, making her arms tighten in a hug.

She caresses his arm, taking a note of the bit too dry skin, created similarly enough to her own to bring comfort of familiarity, only to be snatched away again when there's no softness of flesh beneath.

'That's just a Generation 2 thing,' the knowledgeable mind shrugs it off.

And the more primal worrywart of a heart panics about it as it applies organic understanding of things to it. Remembering the few times Sparrows was allowed to touch Boreas' puppet, the many times Zephyr pulled her against her side for the night. Those are his family members! They are padded with something pliable-

Cushioning of Generation 1 to combat possible gravity generator outages. There's more certainty in the Iterator engineering now, Euros has no need for those. He's better off than either of them. He's safer and, terrifyingly, many times more loved than them.

She sighs, concerned and-

"Sparrows?"

Ah, that seems to be the limit for how long Euros is willing to take the actionless silence. The voice is relatively quiet considering it always echoes through the little room from the speakers seated in the corners of the ceiling. It's kind of sluggish. Not entirely out of the concentration of debugging. The Overseers have come closer.

"Sorry, I was just thinking."

"Sure you were. Your face went on quite the journey there. Why were you frowning so much?"

She considers. "...dissension of... wants and reality, I guess."

"Well then don't go doing that when I can't feasibly help out. Same with the cuddles I want in on that."

Three Sparrows only rolls her eyes in amusement at that and goes back to work, this time with the Overseers watching her a bit more intently. It's a little uncomfortable, but she can't blame him for worrying when she does so constantly.

Later that day, when the sun hides away, her gaze lingers in random places.

In the kitchen at the table with one chair, one plate and one cup of tea. She stares at the too much space on the couch in the little living room, one toothbrush waiting at the sink, the empty place beside her in the bed.

Perhaps an Iterator puppet isn't the only empty thing in her life.

#rw #oc: three sparrows #oc: caper of euros #oc tag #philosophy sessions au #my writing #inspired by the need to have sparrows cradle a sleepy caper puppet despite her opinions on puppets #the fight of mind's opinions and heart's instinctual opinions.... oh the inner discord #mind: puppets are basically appendixes. Useless. | heart: That Is My Fuckin Boy!!! my LOVERBOY. i protect partner... get awae from him...#kinda a sad ending but what can you do. rw is tragedy adjacent and iterators are actual literal tragedies. their existence Sucks

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 4 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIEND I LOVE YOU YOU'RE AMAZING YOU NEVER FAIL TO MAKE ME SMILE WHEN I SEE YOU ON MY DASH OR IN MY NOTIFICATIONS I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY and that I marked the date right and today actually is your birthday

MY FRIEND!!! THIS IS SO DARN SWEET THANK YOU AAAAAAAA <3

(And yes, you got the day right yippee :D)

#I am so bad with remembering birthdays so RESPECT #cradle tag #ask #nice things #to clarify: I’m answering this late ajsgajgsjags but when Cradle sent it it was my bday :)

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possum-socks · 3 months

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I’ve been seeing an uptick in posts about this, so

I know you all love the LGBTQ+ tag on Sonic x Shadow Generations on Steam but i do believe it is fan submitted it’s okay I have tissues you can cry

Edit: Just wanted to make it clear that most people making posts are aware that it’s a joke! I just wanted to make this post for you few poor souls out there who believed.

#go ahead and correct me if im wrong but it’s not official im so sorry #sonic the hedgehog #sonic x shadow generations #sonadow #sonic tag #cradles you gently shh it’s okay #I would be confused too knowing what it’s official title is

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spectr3inl0ve · 3 months

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please more age gap Bruce Wayne PLEASEOLEASEPLASEPLEASEPLEASE

YES OFC ML!!! HERES CRADLE ROBBER!BRUCE WAYNE TELLING READER HES BATMAN (expanding on this post)

you and alfred are the only people in the manor, it's almost midnight. you know this because alfred let you in, telling you everyone's absent after you ask where they are. making your way up to bruces room, you take note of the stillness, the absence of noise, chaos. you silently open the double doors into the masterbedroom, and sit on the edge of the bed.

bruces presence has becoming more and more scarce in the past two months, and in a couple weeks you would be celebrating six months together. he's been more fatigued as well, and there's been countless unexplainable injuries - and some of them weren't of the smaller kind either. it's gotten to the point where bruce would sometimes wince when you touch him, brushing it off with 'muscle pain' until you lift his shirt to reveal a swelling bruise or a cut or graze. "you know how clumsy I am, baby." he smiles, and he's right, you do know. he's not clumsy. he's hardly ever available at night, and the 'date night' plans turn into a brunch on Saturday instead.

all of this makes you start questioning and overthinking your entire relationship, was he seeing someone on the side? are you not good enough? did you do something wrong? no. you didnt. couldn't have. you're as good as it gets and you know it, he knows it. even the tabloids are noticing how unhappy you're looking, always slightly pouting, perhaps a bit more clingy; always tailing bruce like a lost puppy.

tears form, and you do nothing to stop them. it's been a while since you've had a good cry. and as Steph says, "even a girlboss needs to cry!". and you completely agree. you let out all of your bottled up emotions out, sniffles turning into heavy sobs, but quiet enough to keep alfred from worrying.

through your overthinking and sobbing, you don't hear bruces heavy footsteps, and you don't hear him when he opens the double doors to his room. you do however, hear him when he gently calls your name. blood rushing to you cheeks, you stop your sobbing, wiping your nose. but you don't face him. bruce moves toward you swiftly, sitting down next to you and scooping you up into his arms, placing you onto his lap so you face him. he sees you actively avoiding his eyes, so he places a gentle, but firm hand on you jaw and guides your face to look at him. "what's got you crying, huh, pretty?" the nerve of him..."you." you hiss, furrowing your eyebrows. his face grows solemn, the colour draining. you see this as a sign to rant to him about whay he's done. and you do. you go off on him, yelling, hitting his chest and ugly crying. he just listens, nodding every now and then in acknowledgement. his calmness irks you, "do you have anything to say for yourself, bruce?" you cry into his chest, soaking his black tshirt with tears and mascara. you resurface, resembling a panda with the way your mascara smudged around your eyes. bruce, reading the room, bites back his smile and instead let's out a long sigh.

with his arms around her still, he stands, keeping her steady. "gotta show you something. you might not like it though..." the vagueness of it worries you even more. he retracts his arms from you, taking your hand and leading you to his office. while you stare off into the distance, bruce does fiddles around (I forgot how he enters the batcave thru the office 😭) and then the bookshelf reveals a secret elevator. your jaw drops as he leads you into it, pressing the button to go down. a few moments later, the elevator stops and opens, revealing a high tech...basement? cave? he steps out, you do the same. you notice how cold it is, wrapping your arms around yourself, "...what is this...? I don't understand.". the tears start up again, and this time youre unsure why. bruce comfortingly rubs your back, shushing you gently. "I...I'm...batman." he says quietly.

it takes a moment for you to process what you heard. "so you're not cheating on me...?" you sniff, looking around you. bruce goes red, oh. that's what you thought? he shakes his head, "no, sweetheart. never." he guides you toward the batcomputer, letting you play around a bit as he watches. if bruce is batman...does that mean.. "so...damian is robin? and the others are...?" you look at him with a quizzical look, sniffling. he gives me a small smile, "yeah, baby." "that explains a lot." you hit his chest and chuckle.

hope this was alr, please send asks abt cradle robber!bruce wayne or dick or jason!!!

#°○☆spectr3inl0ve #cradle robber!bruce wayne #monty loves dc #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne headcanon #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne smut #bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayne #batman x reader #batman x reader imagine #ignore these tags im just trying to get more reach #jason todd x reader #jason todd x reader smut #dick grayson headcanon #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #red hood headcanon

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darkmasterofcupcakes · 1 month

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In the CWF Human AU, Lute actually debated her whole pregnancy on whether or not she was going to put the baby up for adoption after it was born. She never really considered abortion, since for her whole life, it had been basically hammered into her by her parents - especially her mother - that it wasn't ever an option and that was something she was never fully able to shake. But she also knew that the circumstances she was in were not the best for being a parent, especially when she pretty much knew, or at least assumed, she was going to be a single parent if she did decide to keep the baby.

So for pretty much her entire pregnancy, she was doing research on adoption agencies and even looking up potential adoptive parents, because she genuinely was constantly unsure of what she was going to do. She also tried to avoid getting "too attached" to the baby before she was born, never wanting to actually look at the screen when she got ultrasounds to check on the baby, and never wanting to get any updates or information about the baby that weren't strictly health related. So she didn't know she was having a girl until Vaggie was born.

It wasn't until Vaggie was born, and especially after they were taken to the hospital and Lute was denied the ability to see her newborn until after the doctor medically cleared her that Lute realized she couldn't give her up. Because if she got this upset at not being able to see her daughter for what would be less than an hour, how could she imagine she could handle just possibly never seeing her again?

#Hazbin Hotel #Lute #Vaggie #Hazbin Lute #Hazbin Vaggie #Cradle Will Fall #Vaggie is a Guitarspear Baby AU #Human AU #Abortion #TW Abortion #Doesn't really go into detail #But figured better to tag to be safe

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thinking about how astarion would seek affection from tav post-act 2 confession. because dear god does he need it but there's also no way he'd know how to get it. the only tools in his arsenal, the only intimate things he's got experience with, are sexual, but he obviously doesn't process that as affectionate at that point. that's like the whole point.

drinking tav's blood would be the only non-sexual (or, well. semi. it's obviously metaphorically sex, but) intimate act he'd know. so he'd probably work outwards from that. lingering a little longer than he needs to. not really knowing why.

and compliments! the only words of affirmation he's heard in two centuries have been related to his appearance, so of course that's what he asks for, it's what he knows, but it's got to bring up so many mixed feelings. it's both his main/only source of self-esteen and the site of and reason for his trauma. a situation i personally know sucks just so bad.

(the drow twins four-/fivesome post-cazador is so !! for this reason. the twins and halsin shower his appearance in praise and they mean nothing ill by it, but it's no wonder he gets triggered as hell!)

tav needs to teach him about hugs. and forehead kisses. and compliment his skill with a lockpick and his embroidery and his sense of humour. you know. things he chose and can control.

#im gona start crying #ok have to write something for my assignment now #she speaks #arctic plays bg3 #astarion #zanstarion #I Am Tagging The Them #is it unrealistic kind of for a durge to be any more experienced with kind touches than astarion. yes.#however i am choosing to ignore this #zan's foster parents were awesome and instilled in her a solid base of emotional competency that bhaal couldn't take away #headcanon that durge got placed with as non-bhaalist parents as possible to hide them from e.g. the harpers #jaheira would've sooooo strangled a baby in its cradle if she found out it was a pureblood bhaalspawn destined to end the world #as she should. zan would agree

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