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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 9 months

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DPXDC prompt. Granny al Ghul

Ra's al Ghul believed that there were no former members of the League of Assassins. Maddie understood that perfectly, but it didn’t make her any more prepared when she saw her father.

"Hey, are you my favorite sweet grandpa?" Danny, who noticed his mother freezing in fear after opening the door, immediately stood in front of her. "Want to hug?"

"It was you again! I know for sure." The head of the league hissed in anger. ''Get out!"

"But this is my house." Her son shrugged his shoulders and smiled in a strange snide way. "Do you want me to show you my room or do you want me to chew a cookie for you? You look totally senile. Even your feet can’t hold you."

Ra's Al Ghul was shaking with rage. "Don’t play dumb, I know you’ve been tinkering with water in my Lazarus pits." "They are part of the nature reserve of the Ghost Zone." Danny was rightly outraged. "Write your name on them even a hundred times, they will not be yours."

"But you’ll get a fine for vandalism. You’re lucky I didn’t report you to the authorities." Danny threatens grandpa with his finger. "But it’s only because we’re family, you know?" Ra's frowns but stops arguing. "Would you like a cup of tea?" Danny’s offering a truce. Ra's sighs. "Well, I wouldn't say no."

~~~~~

"Do you like your drink?" Danny asks, pouring grandpa more green tea with milk. "Disgusting." The head of the League of Assassins answers sincerely. "Good." Danny’s smiling like a gremlin. "Hey, do you want to see an album with photos of baby Danny, Ra's?" asks Jack, who doesn’t notice the tension around. "No." Maddie was sitting there with her eye twitching for the last 40 minutes. "I would like to see a family photo album, Madeline." Ra's, who saw an opportunity to embarrass his insolent grandson, did not want to lose it.

~~~~~

"For the last time, why should I participate in this abomination?" Ra's stared angrily at his grandson pushing him into the classroom.

"Come on, grandpa, you saw my photo from kindergarten with a piss on my pants." Danny looked at him, batting his eyelashes.

Ra's rolled his eyes."And why does it mean I have to join this circus?"

"We’re definitely family now! And I promised Mr. Lancer I will take on Career Day this year anyone but not mom or dad. I’m definitely not gonna call Vlad. So that leaves you." Danny pushed him again.

The guard at the Demon's Head got nervous, but Ra’s hand stopped him. "I did not agree."Grandpa moved one of the swords to Danny’s neck.

Fenton just brushed it off with a frown. "Come on, tell everyone a little bit about your plans for immortality and world domination. Maybe I’ll be interested in being your heir then. I promise to listen carefully!"

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"The most important thing in educating your minions is control. They must feel an absolute fear of your authority." The inspired Ra's continued his speech after the bell. Lancer was taking notes. Tucker looked at it.

"I don’t like it, guys. I stick to the good old-fashioned disciplinary measures, you know?" Techno geek whispered.

"Well, I’m totally fine with it." Danny, who had noticed that after a fascinating lecture about the most effective tortures Dash was sitting two desks further away from him, showed his grandfather fist with the thumb up.

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"I changed my mind, I’ll kill him." Danny roared, running around the stadium after his thirtieth lap. What idiot from the school board took his crazy grandfather’s advice about organizing extra fitness classes? Next to him Wes fell to the ground. "Do it, Phantom. Avenge us." The boy wheezed at the last breath. "No distractions, five more laps!" Ra's stood on the field with the hand fan. "This bastar-r-rd." Danny roared furiously. "What? My favorite grandson wants to run another ten? Well, I can’t say no, right, coach?" Demon's Head yelled.

~~~~

"You know, it is really nice to take a vacation sometimes. I feel an unprecedented surge of strength." Ra’s reached out to Mr. Lancer standing next to him. "Would you like to meet for coffee sometime?"

"How about Friday, around 7:00 p.m.?" Mr Lancer looked at his schedule. "No, I’m busy at this time." Ra's sighed with regret. "We have a ritual sacrifice scheduled for six p.m." "You have a great sense of humor, my friend." Mr. Lancer laughed. "Who knew Mr. Fenton had such an intriguing and well-read grandfather. You’re full of surprises, Mr al Ghul." ~~~~ Damian, sitting on the roof of Casper High, lays down his binoculars and sighs. "Yes, mother is right, grandfather finally lost his mind." "Well, I’m glad you noticed too." A voice filled with relief rang very close. "Who’s here?" Damian took out the katana. "Um, boo?" Void’s voice answered.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dpxdp prompt #dpxdc prompts #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover

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vodika-vibes · 6 months

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Round 6 *ding ding ding*

(This is where I stopped last time...)

Tup and "No one's ever going to hurt you again. I promise you that on everything I believe in."

Please and thank you, my love 💚💚💚

Never Again

Summary: You make a promise to Tup that he never asked for.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x Reader

Word Count: 1745

Warnings: Reader is shot, Tup is Angry/worried, reader celebrates Diwali though I don't attach any specific ethnicity to them

Tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: I have an AU problem, I can't not make AUs they're so fun. Anyway, this was fun to write, and I think I'm happy with it. Also, I kept my description of Diwali very vague since I researched for five minutes rather than a deep dive.

Divider by Saradika

Alright, let’s do this one more time.

10 years ago, when you were just a little teeny-bopper from Manhattan, you were bitten by a radioactive spider, and you became the one, and only, Arachne. You saved some people, like your adoptive mom and your grandma, but you weren’t able to save others, like your adoptive dad and your brother.

The most important thing you learned in 10 years as Arachne is to always, always get up. No matter how hard you get hit. No matter how much pain you’re in. Staying down means death.

Three years ago, while in the middle of a fight with Kingpin, something weird happened.

Well, weirder than usual for New York.

A portal opened beneath you, and you fell. And when you landed, you weren’t in New York anymore.

Hell, you weren’t on Earth anymore.

It took you three months to determine where you were (Coruscant), and another two months after that to determine that there was likely no way to return to New York.

You’ve always been pretty good at adapting to new situations, so within a year of arriving on Coruscant, you had a new identity (well, the same identity, just all your documents claim you’re from Coruscant now, rather than New York) as well as a pretty good job (ironically, the tech in your world is more high tech then the tech here, which is so, so depressing-), the the friendly neighborhood Arachne is officially retired.

After all, Coruscant has the Jedi, it doesn’t need a web-slinging superhero.

And then the war starts.

And at first you weren’t going to get involved. Not your monkeys, not your circus. Plus, you’ve read enough science fiction about tampering with things that are supposed to happen, and the last thing you want to do is make things worse for people-

And then you met Tup.

Sweet Tup. Kind Tup. Gentle Tup.

Tup, who smiles at you like you confuse him a little, but laughs at your bad jokes.

Tup, who you teach to bake cookies in your too small apartment with your side pressed against his.

Tup, who’s destined to die.

You remember the day when you realized you had to get involved like it was yesterday. It was Diwali, and it wasn’t your first time celebrating it here, in Coruscant, but you invited Tup because, well, celebrating Diwali alone is just depressing.

You cooked all of your favorite foods, or, well, as close as you could with the food available to you on Coruscant, and you sat across from Tup and you watched him try all of the food, while you regaled him with the stories you grew up with, the stories your mother and grandparents told so enthusiastically-

And he grinned at you, a lopsided smile, and asked if he could invite some of his brothers next year. He asked if you minded if the Clones adopted this holiday for themselves-

And you remembered that Tup was meant to be dead within a year.

So you smiled at him, and told him that of course he could, and that you’d be more than happy to share other holidays from your culture. And by the time Tup left at the end of the night, with an entire tote filled with leftover food, you had come to a decision.

Tup will not die. You won’t allow it.

And, well, you’re from a world where all of this stuff was a movie. You know what’s supposed to happen. You know when it’s supposed to happen. And you have the ability to stop it.

So you pull your suit on, and strap your web slingers to wrist, and you pull your hood on, and for the first time ever, Coruscant meets the one, and only, Arachne.

Of course, back on earth you had a team of people who helped you. And the people of New York loved their spider person.

You don’t have that support network here.

And it only took a few days before you were listed as a threat to the people of Coruscant.

It takes three months.

Three months of hard work. Three months of skipping sleep in favor of investigating to find proof that Palpatine is as evil as you know he is. Three months of anxiety that you don’t have enough time to save Tup.

And then you have it. The proof of the chips. The proof of Palpatine’s plan.

And then you’re shot with a slugthrower.

Not your first time getting shot, but it’s not like you develop an immunity to bullets. You use a web to stop the bleeding, and you make your retreat. You stick to the shadows, clinging to walls and only swinging from building to building when you know it’s safe.

And you eventually make it back to your apartment.

You zip through the open window, and land on the ceiling, your hand pressed over your side, where the bullet ripped a hole in you, and then your spidey sense pings.

You lift your head and your gaze locks with Tup’s.

“Oh. Shit.” You breathe out under your breath.

Tup grabs his blaster and immediately takes aim, and you swear, “Wait! Waitwaitwait!” You say quickly, and then you rip your mask off, “It’s just me, Tup.” You say, “Please don’t shoot me. I’m already holy.” You giggle at your own joke, “Get it, because I was shot?”

Tup’s jaw is slack, “What the actual hell, cyare?”

“Because I have a hole in my sid-”

“Not about that! What is this?” He gestures to you and the ceiling and the suit, “Are you wearing spandex?”

You look down at your black and purple suit, and then look back at him, “I look amazing.”

“You…” Tup takes a deep breath, and folds his hands in front of his face, “Cyare. Get off the ceiling. Now. Please.”

You flip off the ceiling, and land lightly on your feet, “Ta-dah?”

“You realize that every single member of the GAR is hunting you, right?” Tup demands.

“Yeahhh-”

“There’s a shoot on sight order!”

“That does explain why the Corries shot me-”

“Cyare! What’s going on? What is all of this?”

You fold your hands in front of your face, “Uh…okay.” You smile brightly, “Chancellor Palpatine is a Sith Lord who is orchestrating this entire war from behind the scenes. You and your brothers have biochips in your brains that are designed to overwrite your free will. Palpatine’s plan is to use those chips to order the clones to murder all of the Jedi, including the babies, and create an empire where he’s the absolute ruler.” You say, very quickly, “I have proof.”

“...what.”

“Oh, also,” You add, “Your chip is degrading. You’ll get decommissioned for the murder of a jedi, and I refuse to let that happen, so I got involved.”

Tup’s complexion has gone a little gray, “What?”

“I spent the last three months looking for the evidence I needed. And I was worried that I was going to run out of time, so I asked Rex to keep an eye on you-”

“Is that why my brothers have been hovering around me so much recently?” Tup demands.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

Tup closes his eyes, and sighs again, “You said you have proof?”

“I’m bringing it to the Jedi as soon as I finish stitching myself up.” You reply.

Tup stares at you, “You’ve lived on Coruscant for over a year, but you only recently got involved…why?”

You hesitate, and then you flash a small smile, “No one’s ever going to hurt you like this. I promise you that on everything that I believe.”

“You’re doing all of this…for me? Why?”

You meet his gaze evenly, “Because I love you.”

Tup’s hand falls to his side, “Oh.”

“And I want you to be alive more than anything else.” You continue, “Even if you don’t feel the same. Even if you hate me because of the whole…Arachne thing. That’s what it means to love someone.”

He stares at you for a long minute, and then he laughs, “You’re so…stupid.”

“Yeah…I’ve heard that before.”

He crosses the room in several large strides, and he brings his hands up to cup your face, “You could have asked for help.”

“Didn’t want to get you involved.” You admit as you close your eyes and lean into his touch. “Didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Well,” He replies, “I am involved, and I don’t want to see you get hurt either.” Tup gently strokes your cheeks, “You said you were shot?”

“Yeah,” You gesture to your web coated side.

“Let me call Kix-”

“I have a fully stocked first aid kit in my bedroom, Tup. I can stitch myself up. I can’t…he’ll recognize a bullet wound, Tup. I can’t risk that. Not when I’m so close.”

“...fine. But I’m helping.”

“Deal.”

You allow him to help you into the bedroom, and you gratefully sit on the bed as he vanishes into the bathroom to grab your first aid kit. You strip the top part of your costume off, and you grimace as you poke the hole in your side.

“Cyare-” Tup pauses when he sees you sitting on the bed without your top on, “This is a full trauma kit,” He continues.

“Yeah, I know. There should be a sterile needle and thread at the bottom.” You reply.

Tup sets the box next to you, his gaze darting from scar to scar on your torso, “Cyare…some of these injuries-”

You smile at him as you dig the needle out of the crate, “At some other point in time, I’ll tell you about some of my greatest foes.”

“Including the one that tried to skewer you?”

“Which one?” You ask with an amused smile.

“Babe-”

“Sorry, sorry. Not funny, I know.” Your smile becomes soft and warm, “Thank you for staying, Tup.”

“Yeah, well…” He takes the needle and moves behind you, “I’m still angry. This is stupid and reckless, but…well, you do what you have to when you love someone, right.”

“Yeah…wait-” You crane your head to look at him, “Tup?”

“Hold still, I'm trying to give you stitches.”

“Yeah, I get that, can we talk about-”

“Absolutely not.”

“But-” You stop when you feel his lips, warm and soft against the back of your neck, and you feel your entire body heat with sudden embarrassment.

“Later.” Tup promises with a small laugh, “Now. Hold still, this is probably going to hurt.”

#star wars #tcw #clone trooper tup x reader #tup x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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nostalgic-woodwind · 5 months

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Hello again here for request can you a oneshot about regressor gangle and caregiver kinger (I used agere prompt generator again)

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i hope you have a nice or night <3 :)

The Smell of Pancakes in the Morning

CG! Kinger and Regressor! Gangle 🍼

Plot: Kinger makes pancakes.

Photo by: Penny Whitehouse (Mother Natured)

It was a peaceful morning in the Amazing Digital Circus. Kinger was in the kitchen, making breakfast for Gangle. He decided to make insect-shaped pancakes.

Kinger was getting the ingredients together when he heard someone yawning. He turned to see Gangle. She was wearing a long-sleeved onesie and holding a butterfly stuffie and her blankie.

“Good morning, sweetie,” Kinger greeted.

“Mowning, Papa,” Gangle mumbled sleepily behind the pacifier she had in her mouth. “What Papa doing?”

“I’m making breakfast. Would you like to help me?”

Gangle shook her head.

“’m still sweepy,” Gangle yawned.

“Why don’t you sleep for a few more minutes and I’ll wake you up when breakfast is done,” Kinger suggested.

Gangle nodded as she gave Kinger a hug. He hugged her back and kissed her on the forehead. She then went back to bed while he got the ingredients he needed for the pancakes and began cooking.

Once the pancakes were finished, Kinger then grabbed some bug-shaped cookie cutters and cut the pancakes into various insect shapes. He set some pancakes on a divider plate for Gangle and poured some orange juice into a sippy cup that had the words “Papa’s Little Princess” on it. Once he set the table, he walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway. He then walked into Gangle’s room, where he spotted Gangle sleeping peacefully in bed.

Kinger walked over and gently shook Gangle awake.

It took a minute for Gangle to wake up. She sat up and reached her arms out. Kinger gently scooped her up.

“Are you hungry, little monarch?” Kinger asked.

Gangle nodded as she snuggled up to Kinger. He carried her into the kitchen and sat her down at the table. Gangle looked up and saw the breakfast Kinger made.

“Are those insects, Papa?” Gangle asked in awe as she removed the pacifier from her mouth.

“Yep, insect-shaped pancakes,” Kinger replied as Gangle started eating. “How are they?”

“They’we amazing! Tank ‘ou, Papa!”

“It’s my pleasure, sweetie.”

Kinger and Gangle ate breakfast together in peace.

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ironlovefox · 2 months

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A/n: This is not a request or anything, just something i wanted to write since i haven’t done ANY requests whatsoever.. haha.

Gangle, Ragatha, Jax, and Pomni with a Motherly sweet!Reader who’s taller than everyone.

~Gangle~

When you first arrived, you kind of scared her. You scared her from your height. How could someone be so tall?, you tower over everyone. Including KINGER!

she tried to honestly avoid you. But your motherly presence lured her in.

100% took her a while to even speak a word to you

Slowly, she realises how comforting you actually are. How.. motherly you are.

How your voice just sounds so soft and genuine, how comforting it sounds

She liked your voice. A lot.

She loves your room and how the room was just rightfully themed jellyfish

She got used to you eventually, she liked it whenever you put her under your wing to protect her from jax’s evil pranks.

Honestly, thats what made her lured and more comfortable around you. The way you protected her from jax, or any type of danger that could hurt her or break her comedy mask.

You would also fix her comedy mask whenever it broke, and after you fix it, it looks like it hasn’t been broken at all, which she appreciates a BUNCH.

She would show you the drawings she drew to you and she liked how many compliments she’d get from you just for a small doodle.

She would go to you whenever she was feeling sad, or whenever she couldn’t sleep, because your voice is just so soothing to her ears.

She doesn’t realise it, but she’s slowly seeing you as her mother.

Because of you, she started being more joyful.

———

Ragatha

Man, when you arrived to the circus, you two immediately connected. You as a mother figure who’s comforting, and ragatha who’s like the older sister figure.

Even though your towering structure scared her for atleast a LITTLE bit.

You were the one she trusted the most out of everyone. You were like her best friend.

When you two got closer, she slowly started opening up to you. Speaking to you about her doubts, her worries, and you were there, listening and comforting her just like a mother.

She liked it whenever when you were trying to help her sleep, you would gently sing out a calming lullaby you wrote yourself, she loved whenever you sang it. It was her favourite lullaby.

She usually did hard and great things just to hear you complimenting whatever she did, saying things that made her feel like a kid who just won at a schools event. It made her feel appreciated, and loved.

She called you mom once, was never able to live through that again even though you constantly reassured her that its okay.

Although, sometimes, she would feel a tad bit funny whenever you babied her, it felt like she never experienced that kind of affection before. (COUGH COUGH, mommy issues. COUGH COUGH)

She would depend on you whenever something happened to her that made her feel confused or feel like shit.

(Add on, when she first entered your room and realised that it was underwater sea themed with jelly fish lamps, lights, etc.. lets just say she lived in your room for a while.)

Feeling sad?, she goes to you. Feeling mad?, she goes to you. Feeling happy?, she goes to you. Whatever she was feeling, she would always go to you.

She really appreciates you. Like.. seriously.

She loved whenever she was feeling sad and she didn’t wanna talk, you would put cookies under her door. She loved eating food that you cooked, it actually made her feel like she was tasting actual cookies despite not having taste buds like everyone else..

———

Jax

He actually absolutely HATED you when you arrived. You kept stopping him from doing his pranks he calls “jokes”

You also scared the absolute living shit out of him from how tall you were, he actually jumped off the ground with his feet.

It terrified him a LITTLE bit (a lot) whenever your shadow loomed over his figure when you were behind him. Of course, he would never show it. Blud has a reputation and he is NOT ruining it

He hated how you would bribe him out from doing mean shit to everyone ESPECIALLY gangle. It irritated him a lot because of it. (But that didn’t stop him from being an asshole and tripping people over.)

You were EVERYWHERE. He couldn’t even prepare any big prank on anywhere because you wouldn’t allow him to.

Although, he slowly got used to you bit by bit. Rolling his eyes whenever you lightly scolded him for breaking gangles mask again.

He slowly started to adjust to you. Eventually even finding himself glance over to find you, just to make sure you were there.

He would NEVER, NEVER in his LIFE will admit that sometimes even he wanted to hold your hand, wanting to be embraced closely in your motherly comforting arms..

“Can i hug you..?” “What?” “I SAID CAN YOU LOOK A LESS UGLIER!”

He will whisper things unconsciously and deny he ever said anything

(He never melts in the end, sadly)

———

Pomni

Terrified. Absolutely terrified.

Thats her first emotion when she first saw you. She was shivering her timbers.

Will scream and run away when approached by you /srs

You went NUTS trying to find out what you did wrong and she knows

Ah, shit, now she feels bad

If you so happened to end up in that hell hole before pomni, you reassured her first ever and she appreciated it (kind off…)

But over time, pomni slowly shifts to being more comfortable around you

Yes, she’s still nervous around you from your height and shit, but less scared and now acknowledge your comforting presence

Now oftens visits your room when she gets overstimulated by everyone

She was absolutely ASTONISHED by your room

Pomni then decided to live there.

Wasn’t bothered at the way ragatha also visited you

Ragatha + pomni = siblings. You = mom

Even when she wasn’t feeling all well, you helped her understand and calm down, she appreciated how you made her feel validated without any crucial responses

Well, congrats because now you have a little anxiety filled daughter.

Called you mom once

She couldn’t stop apologising after that even when you assured her many times that it was okay

——————

A/n: im so sorry everyone, i cant do anymore characters!!, this has been sitting in my drafts for.. a WHILE WHILE. as so uhm… hope you enjoyed! (I PROMISE I’VE BEEN WRITING DOWN ALL YOUR REQUESTS RN)

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc jax #tadc pomni #tadc stuff #tadc gangle #tadc ragatha #or somthing idk

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thehyperrequiem · 6 months

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Who Framed Theodore Noise (Who Framed Roger Rabbit Parody) Cast

"Toon star The Noise is worried that his wife Noisette is playing pattycake with someone else, so the studio hires detective Big Band to snoop on her. But the stakes are quickly raised when Thunder Mcqueen is found dead and The Noise is the prime suspect. Groundbreaking interaction between the live and animated characters, and lots of references to classic animation."

Big Band (Skullgirls) as Eddie Valiant

The Noise (Pizza Tower) as Roger Rabbit

Noisette (Pizza Tower) as Jessica Rabbit

Thunder Mcqueen (Jjba Part 6) as Marvin Acme

Ileum (Skullgirls) as Dolores

Dio Brando (Jjba Part 1) as Judge Doom (Human)

DIO (Jjba Part 3) as Judge Doom (Toon)

Avdol (Jjba Part 3) as R.K. Maroon

Irvin (Skullgirls) as Lt. Santino

Gaskette (Bendy) as Benny the Cab

Ice Juggler Cookie (Cookie Run) as Baby Herman

Ragatha (The Amazing Digital Circus) as Baby Herman's Mother

Morph Moth, Dark Mantis, Ride Boarski, Sting Chameleon (Megaman X), and Ripper Roo (Crash Bandicoot) as The Toon Patrol

Formaggio (Jjba Part 5) as Angelo

Lugnut (Transformers Animated) as Bongo the Gorilla

Sex Pistols (Jjba Part 5) as The Toon Bullets

Guido Mista (Jjba Part 5) as Himself/The Toon Bullets' Master

Centipede Cookie (Cookie Run) as Lena Hyena

Various Humanoid Characters as Various Cartoon Characters

Various Human Characters as Various Humans

#crossover cast #crossover casting #skullgirls #cookie run #transformers animated #jjba #megaman x #crash bandicoot #The Amazing Digital Circus #pizza tower #Bendy

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onestopfanficshop · 2 years

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midnight snack

bruce wayne x gn!reader

word count: 1k-ish

content: explicit language, hinting at something spicy happening, fluff, domestic life with bruce yuh that's it

notes: took this idea about bruce liking circus animal cookies and ran like the damn wind with it. also thank you to whoever this redditor wherever they are almost a decade later for this incredibly convenient comment lol okay enough rambling enjoy <3

You stare at the microwave, wrapped in a fuzzy pink blanket from your house and zoned out on the circular path that your hot chocolate is taking on the microwave turntable. You were so out of it that you forgot to stop the microwave right before it reached zero. The electronic beeping snaps you back to attention as you fumble to hit the “cancel” button, and you carefully grab the steaming mug and close the microwave.

After you sat down at a dining table chair, your eyes adjusted to the dark and you read the time on the microwave. 1:42. So, not exactly a midnight snack, but close enough. You were only praying that you hadn’t woken anyone else in the manor up with your cravings when you hear the sound of a lamp switch flicking on. Instinctively, you flinch, hands going up to defend yourself.

“Relax, it’s just me.”

You spot Bruce, leaning against the entryway to the kitchen, sporting messy hair and an amused, sleepy smile on his face. You roll your eyes at him and drop your hands.

“I could have spilled this boiling hot chocolate all over myself, Bruce,” you say, using his first name for effect.

“My bad,” Bruce shrugs, slinking into the kitchen. He’s wearing his favorite gray plaid pajama pants, along with one of his vintage Nirvana tees that he so lovingly hoards collects. He opens the pantry and his impossibly tall frame disappears inside, returning with two packs of Mother’s Circus Animal Cookies. You grin and watch as Bruce takes the seat at the table next to you, tearing open one of the packages of cookies.

“You really love those things, huh?” you remark, taking a sip from your hot chocolate and relishing in the warmth that your mug gives to your hands.

“They’re really good,” he mumbles after inhaling a handful. “Especially the pink ones.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“The pink ones taste way better, but I’ll eat either of them,” Bruce explains, popping a pink bear into his mouth.

You set your mug down on the table, fighting back the urge to laugh. “B, um- I’m pretty sure that they’re literally exactly the same.”

Bruce stops mid-chew, his sleepy eyes widening slightly and looking at you in disbelief. He finishes chewing the cookie, saying, “How can you say that? Have you actually ever tried these?”

“Yes, B, I’ve tried them. And I’m telling you right now there’s absolutely no difference between them,” you say, laughing.

"Evidence?” Bruce challenges, crossing his muscular arms and sinking back in his chair.

“My evidence,” you say, getting up to grab your charging laptop from the kitchen island, “Is right here,” you finish, raising an eyebrow as your laptop screen glows to life.

Bruce shakes his head as he pulls open his second bag of cookies.

“If I’m right, then you have to go with Alfred and me to that pizza making class we’ve been talking about,” you tell him as you type your question.

“Fine. If I win, then… we finish what we started two nights ago,” Bruce replies. Your head jerks up when he says this, and his shy smile widens. You fucking love sleepy Bruce. There's a lot of things he says in his semi-awake state hat he would never say fully alert, and it makes your heart race.

“We can do that right now and forget all this,” you giggle, clicking around. Your eyebrows raise when you find what you’re looking for. “Wait... no fucking way,” you mumble, staring at the screen. Bruce’s chair makes a grating noise as it scrapes against the floor, and your eyes shoot up at him as if to say, People are still sleeping??! He dismisses your concern with the wave of a hand and crouches behind you to read what you’re reading.

“'I was an intern at Mother's for a summer, working as a software engineer for their cookie production system. I can tell you that there is, in fact, a difference in flavor between the two. The food coloring used in the pink animal cookies has a slightly bitter taste, which leads to them not tasting quite as sweet. Bear in mind that both colors have the same amount of sugar. It’s just the slight bitterness that affects your perception of it. Almost no one can pick up on this. You have a spectacular palate, friend,'” Bruce reads aloud from the forum post you found.

“They've gotta be bullshitting us. There’s literally no difference between the two!” you exclaim, reading the post over again in disbelief.

“Doesn’t change the facts, (Y/N). I’m right. And I have a ‘spectacular palate’,” Bruce says with a small, self-satisfied smile.

“Nonononono, look!” You jump out of your seat, pointing your finger at the screen. “They said that the pink ones are more bitter. The white ones should be your favorite because they’re sweeter. And he said they have the same sugar content. So technically, I’m right and I win,” you tell him. Bruce shakes his head, chuckling.

“We’re both right, and wrong, and winners, and losers,” Bruce says. He wraps his veiny hands around your waist from behind you and slowly pulls you into his chest. His breath on your neck is ticklishly warm as he cranes in and whispers, “And a bet is a bet…"

You wriggle out of his arms and turn to face him, your own arms snaking up this hug his neck.

"Yeah? What'd you have in mind?" you question softly, eyes wandering to his lips and back up to his now lust-filled eyes. Of course you knew. You just wanted to hear Bruce say it. You watch as he cranes his neck behind to look back at the dining table, then turns his attention back to you and the way you're looking up at him through your eyelashes.

"Get on the table and I'll show you."

#bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne headcanon #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne fluff #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x gn!reader #onestopfanficshop

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fandomgeeknerd · 1 year

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northeast states aesthetic moodboards as created by me

Delaware: half of Delaware's population is chickens, and it's the home of many like m a n y horseshoe crabs and there's an aesthetic called Coastal Grandmother and i put that in as well as earthcore

Pennsylvania: pa is the first place to have a commercial radio and computer and pa is #1 chocolate state and i used Dark Academia and cabincore

New Jersey: the monopoly board streets are named after streets in nj, cheerleading was started in nj, and nj has the most diners and i used the Greaser aesthetic and red academia

Rhode island: ri was the first to hold a circus and jazz festival, the straw hat industry was started in ri by a 12 yr old, and ri is the jewelry capital and i used ocean academia to ref the fact that ri is nicknamed the ocean state

Massachusetts: there's a mysterious gathering of toy rocking horses called Ponyhenge, The first subway system was built in Boston and chocolate chip cookies were invented in Massachusetts and the aesthetics i got to use is Greaser and Liminal Space

Vermont: vermont has the highest ratio of dairy cows in the United States, vermont's largest producer of maple syrup in the country and vt has it's own cryptid Lake Champlain’s monster myth his name is champ and the aesthetics i used are after hours and Dark Naturalism

Maine: maine produces more lobster and blueberries than anyone and maine has a lot of Moose and i only used Indicolite for this one

New Hampshire: the first potato was planted in nh, ladybugs are lucky, and nh is nicknamed the mother of rivers, the aesthetics i used were crowcore and Forestpunk

Connecticut: the state's Insect is the praying mantis i put this in bc i like praying mantises, Connecticut is the home of the delicious PEZ, and lollypops were invested in Connecticut and the aesthetics i used are analog horror and dark grey academia

#wttt #wttsh #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttt maine #wttt massachusetts #wttt pennsylvania #wttt connecticut #wttt new hampshire #wttt new york #wttt new jersey #wttt delaware #wttt rhode island #wttt vermont #wttt the northeast #juli's aesthetic moodboards

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b-lightwalker · 1 year

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Elizabeth: Yes! Circus Baby's ice cream! I choose Circus Baby's ice cream!

Michael: Okay.

Elizabeth: With cookies in them.

Michael: Elizabeth.

Elizabeth: It's still one thing if the cookies are inside the ice cream.

Michael: Fine. But Mother's gonna make us have salad for dinner.

Elizabeth: Daddy said we were having burgers.

Michael: If Father murdered children, would you?

Elizabeth:

Michael: Elizabeth!

Elizabeth: Well, I-I-- I mean it depends.

Michael: Don't murder children!

Elizabeth: Well, I wasn't planning on it.

Michael: But if Father did, you would?!

Elizabeth:

Michael: ELIZABETH!

#incorrect quotes #incorrect five nights at freddy's quotes #five nights at freddy's #elizabeth afton #michael afton #source: dan vs

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pokiespout · 10 months

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Pain and pleasure, indivisible. And cookies.

#maskmaker #mask #paper mache #halloween #costume #mother's #circus cookie #animal cookie #circus animal #Hellraiser #pinhead #hell priest #cookie monster

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staox · 9 months

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Welcome to the Show new Towny!

Hello Hello and Howdy-do there Towny! <:o)

[If you happen to know me personally then please do not share or spread my personal information on any internet platforms, such include my address, full name, deadname, age, school, grades, grade level, voice etc. UNLESS you have my consent to it.]

Hello Hello! My name is Vale/Staox! I'm a Transmasc person that goes by he/him/they/them/it/it's/xe/xim/ze/zim!

Welcome to my blog!

I post lots of random stuff here based off my hyperfixations or whatever makes me happy! <:o) I'm in multiple fandoms aswell! I enjoy posting a vast variety of art not from one fandom specifically!!

I am an aspiring poet and an illustrator!! I have dreams that one day I will be known as a famous poet, painter, artist, and sculptor

I'm an artist and a minor so please no uncomfortable things on my page! (Please.. Kindly watch the words you use when commenting))

I'm still growing and developing as an artist!! Everyday I grow and develop into something new!! I hope you can be patient and enjoy as you watch our little art journey!!

Please, kindly, DO NOT INTERACT if you are: A proshipper/comshipper, ableist, racist, homophobic, transphobic, problematic, a toxic neurological, extremely political, a pedophile, rcta, MAP, apart of the "Art lore", etc. etc.

- Again, I'm a minor, so if you are 18 or above please do NOT send me any disgusting or extremely personal DMS

This is a safe space, so please no toxic topics here! Here, I encourage everyone to support their differences cause everyone is human, I will not tolerate in any way any disgusting and heinous words, especially if they degrade or do discriminate others.

This is a Sfw account! however I do not take art requests! (Although I will draw gore from time to time!)

I will NOT post: NSFW, Intimate stuff, anything 18+, and anything else like this

If you force me to make anything like this, I will not be afraid to permanently block you. I understand if you want or request me to do this if you are unaware, but if you are perfectly and openly aware that I am not comfortable with this, plus if you continuously request and ask me to create it after I refuse, do not expect me to be hesitant whilst blocking. Please, respect my bounderies.

My Special Interests/Hyperfixations! :

* Welcome Home

* Dhmis

* Avenue Q

* Bugbo

* Sesame Street

* Cookie run: Kingdom/Ovenbreak

* Omori

* Good Omens

* Nimona

* Captain Underpants

* Tmc/The Mandela Catalogue

* Twf/The Walten Files

* Fnaf

* The Stanley Parable

* Miracle Musical

* Tally Hall

* T.H.I.S (Tally Hall Internet Show)

* Jack Stauber's Opal

* Shop: A Pop Opera

* Ride the Cyclone (RTC)

* Sundy Stairway

* BBirthday

* The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC)

* Town Folks (my own creation! <:o))

* Trolls

Some of my favorite music artists &/or bands! <:o)

These aren't even all of them yet! (tumblr has a 10 image only thingy!!) I will list them down for you! <:o)

- Jack Stauber

- Weezer

- Will Wood/ Will Wood & the Tapeworms

- Tally Hall

- Miracle Musical

- Chonny Jash

- Elliotly

- Jhariah

- Sodikken

- 6arelyhuman

- H3artcrush

- Rebzyyx

- Laufey

- Mitski

- Mother Mother

- Scowl

- Slipknot

- Soupy Garbage Juice

- Lemon Demon/Neil Cicierega

- S3RL

- Korn

- Pleasentries

- Kikuo

- Ruben the Understander

- The Chats

- The Mountain Goats

- Mindless Self Indulgence

- Oingo Boingo

- Rio Romeo

- Marina

- Drive 45

- Lesley Gore

- Temporex

- Bo En

- Bo Burnham

- Xavlegmao

- Queen

- Lorna Shore

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Stay safe my fellow Town Folk! I love you very much! <:o)

#pinned post #introduction #intro post #Town Folks #I feel as if this is very wordy!#Oh I've started rambling again!

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areyouafraid · 2 months

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DALLAS 20 F HE / SHE / THEY WHITE TME

If you send me an ask or message asking for donations, I'm going to block you. [26-2-24: MORE INFORMATION REQUESTED]

bisexual nu metal + industrial metal fan i like cartoons & horror MUSIC: KMFDM, Rammstein, Type O Negative, The Cure, The Cramps, Nine Inch Nails, Slipknot, Sevendust, Dope, Three Days Grace, Depeche Mode, Static-X, Alice in Chains, Mudvayne, Korn, System of a Down, The Jesus and Mary Chain GAMES: The Elder Scrolls, Resident Evil, Pokemon, Faith, Heretic, Doom, Everhood, The Binding of Isaac, Cookie Run, Animal Crossing, The Sims, Undertale / Deltarune, Blood, Bloodborne, Mario, Sonic the Hedgehog, Neopets, Subeta, Silent Hill, Mother, Dungeons & Dragons LITERATURE: Dragon Ball, Dorohedoro, Middle-Earth, Chainsaw Man FILM AND TELEVISION: Star Wars, Invader Zim, The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy / Evil Con Carne, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, The Walten Files, Petscop, The Amazing Digital Circus PAST URLS: mosquitodefender, biomechabug, hatespeed, diewithme, areyouafraid DISCORD: psychotrope777 SUBETA: telemetry TOYHOUSE: biomechabug friend requests on other sites = OK!

#my posts #pinned posts

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effigyexecrete · 2 years

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so you guys know those mothers cookies where they have circus ones and mythical creature ones

yeha how about cryptid ones

#CRYPTID COOKIES AAAAAAAA #I LOVE CRYPTIDS #cryptidcore #cryptid #cryptids #mothman #lonch ness monster #fresno nightcrawler #mothers cookies

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justhyperfixiating · 2 months

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Paris x Reader (Platonic)

In Which Paris Appreciates Tea

You were visiting Lily again, but this time Yumi answered the door.

You knew the basics about Yumi's situation. She was a psychic, her nightmares were prophecies, and she had a doll named Paris that was sentient. She lived with her two adoptive mothers, and Lily babysat for them while they worked.

"Hi, Yumi. How are you today?"

She let you in, "I'm alright. I didn't dream last night, so Paris is here."

"That's nice. Are you enjoying your time together?" You set your stuff down next to the door.

Yumi smiled, "Yep! Earlier, I was teaching him how to knit. He still drops stitches here and there, but he's getting the hang of it."

"That sounds so fun! And how's Lily?"

Yumi grinned mischievously, "Lily is making Paris try on comfortable clothes."

You paused, "And what does that entail?"

Lily popped into the room, "Sourcing clothes from some old dolls of mine and -" She ducked as a pillow flew over her head and into the wall beside her, "hiding his suit when he isn't looking."

"I would quite like to have my suit back before it gets wrinkled," Paris entered the room after Lily and turned to you, "Hello, so lovely to see you today."

Paris was wearing a black cable knit sweater and some gray sweatpants. His red socks were the only thing that wasn't pilfered, it seemed, as he was wearing them.

"Well, that outfit certainly looks more comfortable that your suit. Does it feel more comfortable?"

Paris crossed his arms, "It's. Complicated. I don't mind the feel the cloth, and it is much a much looser fit than my suit."

"So it's comfy?" Lily grinned.

"Lily, if I say this outfit is comfortable, will you give me my suit back?"

You interrupted them, "Look, Paris, I'm genuinely asking, are you more comfortable in that outfit? You don't have to be more comfortable in it. It's alright if you'd prefer your suit."

He paused, "I. Um. I prefer my suit, I think."

"Alright, Lily, could you please give him his suit back." You felt like you were scolding a child.

Lily crossed her arms, "I dunno. I think I may have forgotten where it is."

"If I need to help Paris find it, then I won't be able to give you or Yumi any of the sweets I brought until its found."

"Ok, I'll go get it!" And Lily scrambled off.

Paris walked after her silently.

You went through your bag to uphold your end of the bargain, pulling out Circus Animals, cookies, and some flan pudding.

You also pulled out a box of hot hands. When you saw them, you thought of Paris. He seemed to get cold rather easily.

Once every one was comfortable in the living room, you made the sweets available. Lily immediately grabbed one of the puddings while Yumi opened one of the bags of circus animals.

You turned to look at Paris, who was just watching the girls enjoy their sweets, "Paris, do you feel cold often?"

"Hmm? Oh, its complicated. To put it simply, I am effected by the temperature, but I am a toy," He smiled to himself, "It doesn't effect me like it does you humans."

"I've seen you wear scarves before, though. Does the cold make you uncomfortable?"

"Yes, but it won't kill me," Paris narrowed his eyes at you, "Why are you asking me about this anyway?"

You put the box of hot hands on the table, "Do you know what these are?"

He sighed, "No, what are they?"

"These are Hot Hands. They're air activated heat pads."

Paris looked confused.

"Hold on, I'll get one out for you to figure out," You opened the box and took out a packet. Then you opened one of the compartments of the packet and tossed the Hot Hand in Paris's direction, "They can get pretty warm."

Paris looked up, eyes wide.

"Not warm enough to melt anything. It just might get uncomfortable."

"Oh, okay. So, there's no bad chemicals in these? They're safe?"

You. You almost forgot. He was around 80, wasn't he.

"It's safe. You won't kill anyone by having it out. Just don't open that little bag, and it is safe."

Lily snickered at Paris, and he glared back at her.

Yumi watched as they started to bicker before turning to you, "Can I have a hot hands?"

"Of course, here," You opened the other compartment, and gave her the little heat pad.

She smiled, "Thank you!"

While Paris and Lily continued to bicker about the safety of modern things, you started to consider making a cup of tea for everyone. Paris wouldn't be able to drink it, but you felt he might appreciate the heat and maybe the aroma. Was he able to smell? Oh well, you can ask him later.

You got up and went to the kitchen to make tea. Lily had gotten Paris started on how dangerous things from his time were, so you reckoned they wouldn't notice you making tea.

Yumi liked her green tea mildly sweet, and Lily always wanted more honey in her black tea. Paris never asked for tea, but maybe he'd enjoy some lavender tea? It is supposed to be relaxing. And doesn't it have a stronger aroma?

Lavender tea it is then.

After you made everyone else's tea, you made your own and returned to the living room with the mugs of tea.

Lily and Paris were still going on about how the times have changed while you put the tea down in front of their respective people.

Yumi looked up, "Thank you." She looked back over to Paris and interrupted his spiel about killer chemistry sets (that Ivan didn't even make) by giving him the mug you put in front of him, "Your tea is ready."

Paris did a double take, "I don't- I can't drink tea, why did someone make me tea?"

"I made it for you," You shrugged, " I don't know how much you'll enjoy it, but I thought you might like a cup of tea."

He frowned, "But I'm just a toy. I can't enjoy tea; I can't drink it," Paris looked down at his mug, "You just wasted a tea bag on me."

You chuckled, "Well, I think you feeling included is worth more than a tea bag. Don't worry about drinking it, me or Lily can drink it later."

His mouth clicked shut and he remained silent as he cradled the warm mug in his hands.

Lily shook her head and turned to you, "I was learning about so many things. Apparently old refrigerators could blow up."

"Oh good heavens. I'm so glad I wasn't alive for that."

She nodded, "Ditto. Anyways, where did you get these puddings, they're really good!"

"You know that green and white pharmacy on the corner? They have all sorts of stuff."

The conversation continued while Paris looked into his mug of tea. His mug of tea. That you made. For him. Even though you knew he couldn't drink it. You said he was worth it. But was he? Paris couldn't taste the tea. It smelled wonderful though. And it was quite warm.

This was nice. You were nice. Maybe. Maybe he would make himself tea in the future.

His reflection in the goldish brown liquid smiled back at him.

#the dummy's dummy #paris is an old man #“back in my day” type beat #paris has self esteem issues #semicolon jumpscare #I imagine that Paris gets cold easily #Partially why the last fic included him siphoning body heat

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