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confessedlyfannish · 6 months
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DP x DC Writing Prompt #8
The day Bruce Wayne knocks on her apartment door Sam knows it's going to be a doozy.
"Mr. Wayne, I really do hope no one saw you," she says, ushering him in. "And for the record, a text ahead of time would be appreciated."
"I parked the car a few streets away," Bruce says, sticking a finger in his heel to peel his polished leather shoes off. Sam raises an eyebrow. "It's a sedan, not a Lamborghini."
"You own a sedan?"
"Taught Dick to drive in it...after he crashed the Lamborghini."
Sam snorts despite herself. The charm Bruce Wayne exhibits would usually rub her the wrong way, too reminiscent of wealthy men that feel comfortable placing a hand on the small of your back at a crowded gala, but Bruce is honest enough about his playacting that she has come to find its insincerity comforting. She's actually sought him out more than once, leading to several annoying headlines that can't seem to decide if she's aiming to date him or one of his eligible sons. None of whom are eligible by the way, as they are a) taken, b) legally dead, c) practically a minor, and d) an actual minor.
Sam's generational wealth is peanuts compared to Wayne Industries, so naturally her parents have been thrilled and rooting for option c.
"I also didn't want Danny to see I'd texted you. Or force you to lie to him."
Sam doesn't quite tense, but it's a near thing. She does slide to the other side of her kitchen island, under the context of finishing prepping her feta fried eggs, laid on a bed of smashed avocado and warm tortilla. She pulls a bottle of crunchy garlic oil out of the fridge and drizzles hot red crisps across the runny yolk. She takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully, not so much as offering him a glass of water.
"You realize, Mr. Wayne, I have no intention of lying to Danny now?"
Bruce sits at the stool on the opposite side of the island. "I understand. And if you want to ask Danny to return home before we continue, I'd understand that as well. I didn't mean to discomfit you--"
"Please do not lie to me now, Mr. Wayne," Sam says, rolling her eyes. "By your own admission you showed up at noon without warning knowing my superhero boyfriend wouldn't be present. If I am discomfited, all the more likely you get your information, right?" Golden yolk runs down her fingers, and she sacrifices it to the napkin rather than lick up her arm in front of her boss, with no small amount of resentment. The yolk is the best part.
"Get to it then," she demands.
Bruce straightens in his stool, chin raising and firming in a jawline she most often sees under a cowl. His eyes attempt to pin her in place, but Sam has stared the Master of Time in the face and demand he reschedule so she is built. different. She takes another bite of egg taco.
"I was not aiming for you to feel threatened, and moreover, I doubt you could be."
Except a smart person should always feel threatened by a threat, no matter their capability of handling one. It keeps them alive.
"Can you tell me how I'm not like all the other girls after lunch? You'll spoil my appetite."
Bruce clears his throat. "I'll get to the point--"
"Thank you."
"--Danny has been exhibiting paranormal behaviors beyond his baseline. We welcome all biologies; human, alien, and paranormal alike, but I have observed actions unlike what he had previously established as his, for lack of a better word, 'normal'
"I want to make sure he is not experiencing any unwelcome outside influence. Or, if this is merely a facet of his evolution, I'd like to know if this is something we or his family should be monitoring."
Sam has been an eco-consultant with Wayne Industries and unofficially, the Batfamily, for half a year now and this is the most she's ever heard the man speak in one sitting.
"Wow," she says. "How long have you been rehearsing that one?"
"A while." Bruce grunts, voice finally taking that final drop into Batman's gravelly rasp. "I see you're not surprised by any of this."
"No, not really," Sam says. She pours him a tall glass of lemon water from the pitcher, freshly sliced that morning, and he takes a polite sip.
"So what can you tell me?"
"Probably a lot. And Danny would probably prefer that I do, knowing him, the big baby," Sam sighs. "Listen Mr. Wayne, I can appreciate that you came here from a place of caution rather than intrusion. And if Danny was undergoing something negative or from an 'unwelcome outside influence' that would be the right call, and I, albeit begrudgingly, encourage you to do so in the future."
"But he's not."
"He's not," Sam confirms. "And in fact, I think he could really use someone to talk to about it. Outside of his family."
"I see..." Bruce says, shifting.
"If you want to tag team this one with one of the higher EQ players, such as Superman, I give you permission." Sam does not think she's imagining that slight sag of relief.
"Thank you," Bruce says, sliding off the stool. "I don't suppose you have material we could consult...?"
"Actually yes, I happen to have a pamphlet right here. 'So your ghostly body is changing, and how.'"
"You're being more sarcastic than usual."
"You interrupted my lunch, Mr. Wayne."
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bamsara · 2 years
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oh yeah I woke up with paralyized arm this morning and it was the neatest and freakiest thing. Arm was limp and I was unable to move it or any of my fingers, I  didn’t have a tingling sensation, couldnt feel pain on that arm and it was essentially dead still weight laying next to me even though my brain was telling it to move. I could pick it up with my other arm and it would just heavy drop back to the bed
very slowly over like two minutes i was able to slightly move my fingers and then my wrist and then get the rest of my movement back. Apperently its either ‘partial sleep paralysis’ or a compressed nerve that does that while sleeping on it and its pretty much harmless lmao like the brain hasnt sent the signal to the nerves to wake up yet, or the signal gets inturrupted until it’s able to reconnect and thats neat af.
anyway now I have sleep paralysis ideas for comics
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front-facing-pokemon · 8 months
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i keep making animations with bipper...
help please
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spiderslvts · 16 days
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some new tags ?? some new tags !! + affiliate tags :]
  .   🕸️  HOW   OUT   OF   HAND   IT’S   GOTTEN       ╱     ooc.
  .   🕸️  MY   FLESH   IS   LACED   WITH   SUGAR   AND   MAGGOTS       ╱     asks.
  .   🕸️  YOU   SAY   YOU   MISS   ME    (  I’M   RIGHT   HERE  )       ╱     starters.
  .   🕸️  WITH   PINK   EYESHADOW   AND   A   SOBBING   PRAYER       ╱     isms.
  .   🕸️  ANYTHING   COULD   BE   HOLY   UNDER   NEON  LIGHTS       ╱     visage.
  .   🕸️  DO   YOU   FEEL   THE   EYES   OVER   YOUR   BODY   STILL?       ╱     promo.
  .   🕸️  TO   SWEETLY   MELT   IN   SIN       ╱     rp memes.
  .   🕸️  I   DRINK   ;   I   BURN   ;   I   SHATTER   MY   OWN   DREAMS       ╱     open starter.
  .   🕸️  YOUR   FISH   HOOK   IN   MY   MOUTH       ╱     crack.
  .   🕸️  EATEN   IN   PIECES   ;   NOT   MEANT   TO   BE    KNOWN   WHOLE       ╱     ic.
  .   🕸️  I   BELIEVE   YOU   LIKE   A    BEATEN   DOG       ╱     dash games.
  .   🕸️  I   WILL   NEVER   BE   FORGIVEN   FOR   WANTING       ╱     affiliates.
  .   🕸️  KISS   ME   WITH   MY   BLOOD   BETWEEN   YOUR   TEETH       ╱     ships.
  .   🕸️  TO   BE   LOOKED   AT    &.   NEVER   SEEN       ╱     art.
  .   🕸️  TOUCHED   DOWN   TO   THE   DELICATE   BONES       ╱     poetry.
  .   🕷  |   IN  NEON  LIGHTS     ╱     canon &. main verse.
  .   🕷  |   THE  CALL  OF  THE  ANGELS     ╱     overlord verse.
  .   🕷  |   FEATHER  BOAS  AND  GLITTER     ╱     70’s verse. (ft. sirserpentine)
  .   🕷  |   OVERSEER  OF  HELL     ╱     zestial’s employee verse (ft. zestials)
  .   🕷  |   GOOD  OLD  FASHIONED  LOVER  BOY     ╱     human verse.
  .   🕷  |   LACED  WITH  BELLADONNA     ╱     lost twins verse (ft. spyderdust)
  .   ♡  DO  YOU  LIKE  THE  SHOW ?  ARE  YOU  TIRED  OF  IT ?     ╱     videoaux.
  .   ♡  THE  LAST  SHRED  OF  TRUTH  IN  THE  LOST  MYTH  OF  TRUE  LOVE     ╱     hellsbroadcaster.
  .   ♡  I  COULD  NEVER  DEFINE  ALL  THAT  YOU  ARE  TO  ME     ╱     r-adio.
  .   ♡  BUT  I’D  NEVER  SAY  I  LOVE  YOU  JUST  TO  HEAR  YOU  SAY  IT  BACK     ╱     sirserpentine.
  .   ♡  I’M  PUT  TO  AWE  SOMETHING  SO  FLAWED  AND  FREE     ╱     dark-ambition.
  .   ♡  YOUR  BEAUTY  NEVER  EVER  SCARED  ME     ╱     gamblins.
  .   ♡  THE  FEAR  OF  THE  UNKNOWN  /  THE  FACE  IN  MONOCHROME     ╱     zestials.
  .   ♡  YOU  HATE  THE  APPLAUSE  /  YOU  CRAVE  THE  ATTENTION     ╱     xluciifer.
  .   ♡  BUT  YOU’RE  HOLDING  ME  LIKE  WATER  IN  YOUR  HANDS     ╱     oriiginis.
#. 🕸️ HOW OUT OF HAND IT’S GOTTEN ╱ ooc.#. 🕸️ MY FLESH IS LACED WITH SUGAR AND MAGGOTS ╱ asks.#. 🕸️ YOU SAY YOU MISS ME ( I’M RIGHT HERE ) ╱ starters.#. 🕸️ WITH PINK EYESHADOW AND A SOBBING PRAYER ╱ isms.#. 🕸️ ANYTHING COULD BE HOLY UNDER NEON LIGHTS ╱ visage.#. 🕸️ DO YOU FEEL THE EYES OVER YOUR BODY STILL? ╱ promo.#. 🕸️ TO SWEETLY MELT IN SIN ╱ rp memes.#. 🕸️ I DRINK ; I BURN ; I SHATTER MY OWN DREAMS ╱ open starter.#. 🕸️ YOUR FISH HOOK IN MY MOUTH ╱ crack.#. 🕸️ EATEN IN PIECES ; NOT MEANT TO BE KNOWN WHOLE ╱ ic.#. 🕸️ I BELIEVE YOU LIKE A BEATEN DOG ╱ dash games.#. 🕸️ I WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN FOR WANTING ╱ affiliates.#. 🕸️ KISS ME WITH MY BLOOD BETWEEN YOUR TEETH ╱ ships.#. 🕸️ TO BE LOOKED AT &. NEVER SEEN ╱ art.#. 🕸️ TOUCHED DOWN TO THE DELICATE BONES ╱ poetry.#. 🕷 | IN NEON LIGHTS ╱ canon &. main verse.#. 🕷 | THE CALL OF THE ANGELS ╱ overlord verse.#. 🕷 | FEATHER BOAS AND GLITTER ╱ 70’s verse. (ft. sirserpentine)#. 🕷 | OVERSEER OF HELL ╱ zestial’s employee verse (ft. zestials)#. 🕷 | GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY ╱ human verse.#. 🕷 | LACED WITH BELLADONNA ╱ lost twins verse (ft. spyderdust)#. ♡ DO YOU LIKE THE SHOW ? ARE YOU TIRED OF IT ? ╱ videoaux.#. ♡ THE LAST SHRED OF TRUTH IN THE LOST MYTH OF TRUE LOVE ╱ hellsbroadcaster.#. ♡ I COULD NEVER DEFINE ALL THAT YOU ARE TO ME ╱ r-adio.#. ♡ BUT I’D NEVER SAY I LOVE YOU JUST TO HEAR YOU SAY IT BACK ╱ sirserpentine.#. ♡ I’M PUT TO AWE SOMETHING SO FLAWED AND FREE ╱ dark-ambition.#. ♡ YOUR BEAUTY NEVER EVER SCARED ME ╱ gamblins.#. ♡ THE FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN / THE FACE IN MONOCHROME ╱ zestials.#. ♡ YOU HATE THE APPLAUSE / YOU CRAVE THE ATTENTION ╱ xluciifer.#. ♡ BUT YOU’RE HOLDING ME LIKE WATER IN YOUR HANDS ╱ oriiginis.
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ineed-to-sleep · 10 months
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My therapist told me today that I'm one of her patients who's made the most progress in the last two years and honestly I have a feeling I'm getting a good grade at therapy
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allaganexarch · 3 months
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i finally lifted weights again. i am so weak.
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bumblingbabooshka · 1 year
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[Coping with Loneliness and Cracks in Control]
Ah, it’s happening again. This irritating habit of leaving the body alone But there’s no one here either. It’s youyouyou no matter how much you call. (so cavernous it echoes) so stop doing it Your mind has been cracked open over and over again with every repair the damage worsens how long? “Tuvok, how do you do it?” desperately. The Vulcan mind is a fascinating thing. Mysterious. Resilient. Much like the Vulcan people - it can survive much worse than this. “Give me all you’ve got!” because I’m empty empty empty desperately. Meditate. Sort it out. Hm? Isn’t this too much for less than half a person? I can’t live like this. What other choice do you have? [A Mind Meld - Desperately]
#Tuvok#my writing#bea art tag#-guy who's about to say some wild bullshit-.........so hear me out#Vulcans are born with bonds. They're bonded with their parents who in turn have their own bonds and it reaches back as long as Vulcans have#existed - they're a culture of bonds and telepathy who derive affection and comfort and peace THROUGH this bonds#(evidenced by the 'flame' of pon farr being 'put out' through bonding with another Vulcan)#I'm sure a great amount of control and satisfaction is derived through them. Also as I've stated before Tuvok & T'Pel consider themselves as#part of one another in a more extreme way than human romantic partners (two bodies one mind)#so when Tuvok is thrown into the delta quadrant he loses all of these bonds ('They are a part of me and I feel incomplete without them') <-#to me 'incomplete' here isn't an emotion like a human would experience it but like...literally if someone took half your brain and shot four#holes in what was left of it. If you've operated 60 something years thinking in tandem with another person then losing them would be losing#a great deal of yourself. And it's not like Tuvok has other bonds to fall on like he might on Vulcan if this occured - he's got NO ONE#he has humans and other aliens surrounding him but they aren't Vulcan and he doesn't bond with any of them telepathically but you know what#he does do?? like a notable amount?? mind melds#and also have his brain invaded by forces he didn't consent to#this combination makes me think about Tuvok who is so desperately lonely and also afraid - the first Vulcan without bonds - making it all up#as he goes along bc he has to (everyone has to) and bc he has no one he can confide in that would understand or really be able to help him#in tandem afraid of his mind being out of his control and wanting himself to feel whole again even if only momentarily - even he's#attatching himself to someone who will only worsen his mental strain (bc he has no excuse to mind meld with someone who's healthy - though#it would be beneficial to him as we see that's a treatment to trauma canonically)#Tuvok (suffering from tremendous alien forms of trauma that he keeps exposing himself to voluntarily in a move that is all at once#self-soothing and self harm): I do not require assistance. I am Vulcan.#If the writer's aren't going to explore Tuvok's inner world then listen. LISTEN. /I AM!!!!!!/#I'M GONNA DO IT EVEN IF IT MAKES ME LOOK STUPID#I hope any of this made sense#st voyager#st voyager art#Tuvok art#comix
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yandere-daydreams · 1 year
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Re: craptastic yan gojo
I feel like Id end up taking his trauma dumping as an opportunity to sit there and talk to him and.. scratch the surface of why this guys so fucked up.
And then, yknow, act so clingy he cant stand it, hands me hush money and boots me out.
it'd be more productive if he was more aware of his trauma dumping, but tragically he is not. he just kind of describes the most emotionally scarring situation a human being could possibly be put through then goes 'lmao it is what is ig. so do you wanna fuck?'. like i said, an absolute travesty of a man, keep your distance if at all possible.
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faineant-girl · 8 months
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i wish all addicts, in recovery or not, a life free of sorrow forever
#.vent#kinda. im not gonna delete this one though#i just. i sure am thinking about this a lot.#i listen to like. trip report videos or whatever and like. the comments section on every single one. just nasty#theres no sympathy for an addict to be seen. unless they're also an addict or are recovering#my dad is a recovered addict. hes been clean for 6 years. i love my dad and hes a wonderful person.#i obviously still have trauma from when he was actively in his mess. to deny that addicts have caused others trauma is to be reductive.#addicts can cause trauma because theyre people. and people can cause trauma all the same#but the lack of understand or care or basic respect to anyone dealing with addiction is just. appalling.#im sick and tired of hearing the same old fucking phrase that its the addicts fault cuz they decided to take the first hit. like#man how fucking cruel can you be. how heartless ya know.#like its obvious hardly anyone commenting abiut this knows anything about what being an addict is like. like.#i know i dont. ive been sober my whole life right. i do not have the same experience.#but. i have a compulsive disorder that makes me perform a task that is 1 harmful 2 almost entirely out of my control#and i cannot describe to you how difficult it is to ignore that urge. for your mind to know what youre doing is harmful. but#your body physically is not listening to you.#like. its a different thing when its addiction. but being compelled to do something you know is hurting you isnt unfamiliar to me#plus with addiction the added factor that your body becomes physically dependent on a drug and it hurts you for a long ass time to try and#stop and withdrawl can sometimes literally be lethal. its so fucking sad to see people hold not even. like an ounce of sympathy ya know#if an addict has abused you im not saying you need to forgive them. you dont. but not every addict is youre abuser#and while you do not need to be involved. every addict deserves a good life. everyone deserves a chance.#just. god. makes me mad. makes me upset.#if you are an addict especially if youre not in recovery. i hope your days go well. i hope the world gets kinder to you.
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heretodefyfate · 8 months
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Meeting with cassandra in the evening <3
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Come to think about it. Cassandra in an executive(?), right? She probably have like...bunch of robotic dummies that she can insert her subconsious in. So who knows, maybe Cass is not even physcially here right now?
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emdotcom · 17 days
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Shout out to folks suffering with eating disorders. I hope you know that whatever body you have is worthy of love, & I hope your next meal is filling.
It's hard to quit, once you start to starve yourself, but even if you can just start small by getting a snack when hungry, I think you can & should break out of that. I've been hungry, in this life, & I don't think anyone deserves what it does to you.
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caffeinatedopossum · 1 year
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People be like "you don't look autistic"
Bestie I may be wearing metaphorical shoes but I promise you underneath this, all I feel is wet socks. All the way down. My deepest emotion. Wet sock.
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hearties-circus · 5 months
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I finally listened to the sauna fight cassette.. I dont.. i just dont
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jinbugs · 6 months
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bops you on the head gently with a feather duster
An unspeakable rage rushed to my head while reading this for some reason. Ah-chew
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myromanholidays · 7 months
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I don’t even know how to describe that moment when Arctic monkeys stepped on stage and began casting their magic. I’ve seen so many artists in the last years and never cried but the moment the sculptures of anything goes instrumental hit my ear drum, I couldn’t see anymore. Alex’s voice emerged and the floodgates burst open. The breathtaking, lingering power building and sinking into the audience with each note. The mixed emotions invoked by the song - the longing, the nostalgia, the awe, the growth, the familiarity, the promise of the unknown, the stunning beauty of the melodies. By the bridge I couldn’t hold in the full body wracking sobs, I was so overwhelmed.
What an incredible night, singing along to long-time cherished songs and deepening my love and appreciation for the talents of the band today. Truly unforgettable and moving. I’m so grateful.
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