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frownyalfred · 1 year
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not me rereading my sladebruce fic like hey this was kinda sexy huh
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frownyalfred · 11 months
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*rumages around in my recent pics)
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An Anchovy and Macaroni pic to help Eat The Weirdos in your comments <3
Also Also, i deeply seriously genuinely love your beautiful work. I found you by searching by highest rated Kudos Fics in the a/b/o tag sooooooo. I hope you are taking care of yourself and please, if you need to take a break do. I love following you on here and I love reading your oneshots and I will absolutely be happy to kick around enjoying the vibes <3
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Extra Creepy Macaroni for the Fic Rewriter ÒwÓ
Thank you so much ❤️ I’m not sure if I should laugh or question my life choices if that’s how you found me, but 🤷‍♀️😅
I’m not going to nuke my stories or abandon tumblr, if anyone’s worried. I’m just frustrated that this kind of treatment seems to be hitting creators across the board recently.
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frownyalfred · 1 year
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Aaaaaah! borderline! Aaaaahh!
Aaaaaaaaaahhh! (thank you, I hope those are good screams!)
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frownyalfred · 4 months
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Bruce giving all his kids little forehead kisses when they sleep or when he's to sleep-deprived to realize he has gone on the tip of his toes to kiss Clark's forhead too and is now attempting to kiss Alfred's forehead
Bruce pressed a brief kiss to Dick’s forehead, stepping away from the medbay cot.
Alfred watched, bemused, as Bruce — more sleep deprivation than man, currently — rocked up onto the tops of his toes and did the same to Clark, who was perched by the doorway.
Jason — Clark’s height, and easily mistakable for the Kryptonian when one barely had their eyes open — cleared his throat awkwardly.
Bruce’s eyes cracked open. He slowly looked between Jason and Clark, who was staring at the floor with color rising in his cheeks.
“Hn.”
Alfred closed his eyes, accepting his fate with a shocked inhale. Bruce’s lips grazed his forehead, a there-and-gone blessing.
Three days of sleep deprivation and an injured child were enough to drive most men to madness and despair.
Bruce, it seemed, had been pushed to the worst of cliff edges — open displays of physical affection.
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frownyalfred · 1 month
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“Why are you bullying Hal Jordan so much in this fic?” Because it’s funny. Because it’s funny and he’s not a real person.
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frownyalfred · 1 month
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highest praise an author can receive tbh
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frownyalfred · 2 months
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Imagine being a med student operating in an ER in the Martha and Thomas Wayne Memorial Wing of one of the most overrun, overtaxed hospitals in downtown Gotham. And you’re funded by the Thomas Wayne Memorial Scholarship, which all seemed somewhat fortuitous and congruent until you stumble onto a patient bleeding in bed 11 that is the spitting image of the man on the wall behind you.
He’s charming the nurses while holding an ice pack to his head, bantering with Sheila the charge nurse from the ICU who shouldn’t even be down here. And then Mary, who’s older than god and has been a nurse in this ER longer than you’ve been alive comes to see the hubbub and breaks through the sudden crowd, only to see her patient and go white.
Because it’s not just a passing similarity. That’s Bruce Wayne sitting (bleeding) in bed 11.
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frownyalfred · 2 months
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not to make everything about a/b/o (again) but I was thinking about the typical Martha and Thomas death scenes, and the one in BVS would be so much sadder if you added the lens of a/b/o to it?
some thoughts:
Chill shot Thomas first not just because he got in front of them, but because shooting an omega/pup would send an alpha into a rage so violent Chill would never have survived intact
Shooting Thomas wouldn’t have kept him down fully, but wounding Martha (his omega) would have split his attention, badly
Bruce’s last scent of his father is the acrid smell of pain and alpha aggression
Martha died trying to touch Bruce and Thomas, covered in blood. Did she manage to brush her fingers against Bruce? If she scented him, she left her dying scent on him. Literally trailing death down Bruce’s cheek or neck.
Bruce’s pup instincts would encourage him to curl up close with them and hide until the threat was gone. And that’s how the cops found him — they thought he was dead too, covered in blood and the scent of death.
Alfred lost two pack bonds in one night. As pack beta, it must have nearly driven him insane. No pack alpha, no omega. Just a shivering pup and him.
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frownyalfred · 6 months
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sometimes an ao3 comment section truly is the trenches
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frownyalfred · 15 days
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Are Cheating Clark: this grabbed my brain and won’t let go, but Lois is a very good, badass reporter. She’s been to war zones, and to military camps. Once she realizes what’s going on (because she’s too smart to not figure it out), she sits Clark down and shows him just how much homoerotic subtext/implications there are through history between soldiers/warriors.
“There’s no shame in finding something special with someone who fights along beside you, Clark. Honestly, I expected it sooner. Am I a little upset that your biology didn’t pick me? Yeah, sure. But it’s not anything I can control, or you. I’ll get over it. It just means you’re human after all.”
She puts her hands on her hips and stares down one of the most powerful beings on her planet.
“If you fuck anyone else, though, I will NOT be happy.”
Lois Lane giving her husband the most frightening, overly-detailed hall pass of all time is SO funny to me, even though it's angsty. Like, alright, you get a pass this ONE time because your Kryptonian cells say you need to fuck your best friend! But if your little cells keep saying you need to fuck the rest of your friends, I will carve them out of you with Bruce's Kryptonite :)
Girlbossing and managing her husband's affair, that's absolutely Lois.
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frownyalfred · 5 days
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bruce Wayne & His Kids, Batfamily Members & Gotham City Residents, Gotham City Residents & Bruce Wayne Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, gotham OCs for flavor Additional Tags: POV Outsider, Inspired by Tumblr, Languages and Linguistics, Gotham City Police Department, Smart Jason Todd, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson is a Ray of Sunshine, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Jason Todd is Red Hood, BAMF Batfamily (DCU), BAMF Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), Polyglot Bruce Wayne, no beta we die like jason todd Series: Part 10 of DC outsider POV Summary:
Carter played the recording for a third time. Red Hood’s lips pursed.
“I don’t know what the fuck Nightwing was talking about,” he said. “That’s not a Thai dialect. He’s always had the worst ear for Kra-Dai languages.”
(or, the one where an enterprising GCPD member uses the batsignal to ask the local vigilantes for translation help, and the Batfamily knows WAY too many languages)
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frownyalfred · 1 month
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It's hilarious, bc redirecting attention to yourself like that isnt a Batman skill. It's a Brucie skill, one that has been fine tuned over years of being the center of attention at galas
You’re so right!! Batman isn’t the actor, the master manipulator — that’s all Brucie at the end of the day.
I like how the immediate reaction to seeing Bruce do this is “wow he’s such an asshole” and not, you know, suspicion. Suddenly Batman starts flying off the handle during League meetings and no one questions it?
Bruce is, like I said in the fic, so good at misdirection it hurts. 
I’m sure the batkids are the only ones who can clock him with near 100% accuracy when he’s like that — and Alfred, of course, who taught him the art of misdirection.
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frownyalfred · 4 days
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I love it when bruce is a nerd
Me too! I was telling someone last night that I imagined Bruce sitting in the Cave on comms duty or working on a big case. He wasn’t going to go out on patrol that night, but then word got back to him about the translation request and he started vibrating in his seat.
He’s a detective! That means he needs intellectual enrichment sometimes. Enrichment that doesn’t have innocent lives attached to it.
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frownyalfred · 6 months
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every day I see more and more authors having to moderate comments or turn them off entirely. I’ve had to do both for the first time this last year. not to be too dramatic, but what’s happening? why are people being so rude to people who create things for free??
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frownyalfred · 4 months
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getting rated in the bookmarks of your fics — even if it’s a “good” rating — can be so demoralizing.
I know the reader-centered arguments for ratings and public comments/recs, but as an author, sometimes it really stings to put something out only to get a 6/10 sticker slapped right across it.
I’m not saying people can’t or shouldn’t do it but. Take a second before you do it publicly and ask, will this come across poorly to the author? Will it discourage them? Is it actually useful or helpful?
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frownyalfred · 8 days
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every now and then I get (very sweet) comments over on my ao3 about how “frownyalfred” and I work so well together on fic ideas and prompts, and I always think to myself that this must be what identity porn feels like irl.
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