Yk what I need??? NEED the batKids to just admire Bruce’s beauty ( USHSJSNSNS ur last post about Jason calling Bruce pretty just added fuel to the fire )
Love ur blog :)!!!
Thank you! And that’s so adorable! I just adore the image of Bruce, wide awake at 3 in the morning, applying concealer all over the swollen bruises acquired tonight.
The brush is thick and fluffy, designed to spread a generous amount while maintaining a smooth application, its bristles silver and pale. Dick thinks it belonged to Bruce’s mom, because he looks terribly sad using it.
“You should be asleep, “ Bruce sighs, not entirely delighted his ward is losing precious resting time. He’s read, clearly, that children need a minimal 8 hours of sleep.
“So should you! What are you doing up?”
“Getting ready for a meeting at 7.”
“You’re like, really pretty.”
Bruce pauses, skin blossoming with sudden, flustered heat, “Oh, thank you, Dickie, that’s very kind—“
Dick’s smile beams like moonlight, “So you agree. You think you’re really pretty.”
“…I haven’t watched a single movie in 12 years, so, I think that joke is wasted.”
“Dammit. Thanks a lot, trauma.”
Oh, but Jason? The tiny boy could watch Bruce for hours. His face is so interesting. B’s eyelashes are so long, and his eyes are such a pretty hazel, just like Catherine’s, and his smile is awesome.
He feels really special, because Bruce smiles for no camera, but when Jason asks him to take his picture, he does it without complaint.
“B, boys can be pretty too, right?”
Bruce pauses a bit, not entirely confident. Should he treat this as something casual? Should he break out the educational, but welcoming dialogue? Is it something else? Why aren’t there parenting classes?
“Hn. Yeah.”
“I think you’re the prettiest man in Gotham!”
“I’m afraid that’s not true, Jason.”
“What?! How come?!”
“Because the prettiest boy in Gotham is standing right in front of me.”
Tiny Jason squeaking and squealing joyfully while Bruce takes him in his arms, peppering his soft cheeks with kisses, while a teenage Dick rolls his eyes in the background, trying not to smile.
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An idea I wanted to do when the Azul art would be released....
They canonly went on a valentines date with those outfits fr 🥺🥺🥺
They wanted to surprise the other with roses but little did they know they both have the same idea lmaoooo
some details I wanted to talk abt was their respective valentines gifts.... Yuu gave Azul the locket you see on the pic + golden shell earrings that look like Ursula's + flowers + chocolate covered strawberries (yk to be healthy) As well as his attempt at a tiramisu which he only gave Azul after he made him pinkie promise that he wouldnt make fun of his cooking (with the help of Trey) + a song he wrote for him
Azul gave Yuu the earrings he's wearing rn + flowers + the chocolate box + a custom-made cologne that smells like seabreeze and eucalyptus so Yuu could remember him while on earth + a candlelit dinner with Yuu's fave foods from twst
It was their first Valentine's day together so they went all in with being extra abt it....
Of course in the end all that mattered was that they had a good time and they ended their night just cuddling and watching movies while eating the strawberries for dessert 💕
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i'm sure it's been said but i do love how trimax handles wolfwoods death. i've seen so many stories that have characters die and they just go away after. i'm really used to stories where the other characters aren't allowed to grieve, the story keeps going and it feels like the other characters aren't really affected or get over it really easily. but in trimax wolfwoods death is so important. we see other characters grieving him. vash protecting the orphanage, expanding his power when he really shouldn't, because it was wolfwood's home, even though wolfwood is already gone. he gets an actual burial. vash and livio eating their way through the grief, which is more comedic but still shows us how important he was to the two of them, sets up how in many ways they're fighting in his memory.
even after he's gone he's still present in the story in such a strong way. we can see how he's affected the other characters, even when they don't explicitly mention him it's obvious that they're thinking about him. what he did when he was alive, and his death itself, are so important to the story even after he's not there. not just in a really abstract "this is someone we lost" way (though there are a lot of times his death and sacrifice motivate vash and livio to fight harder!) he's present in the finale in a material way to livio, who uses his serums to help fight against elendira, which ofc also ties into the way wolfwoods choice to ally with vash and fight against knives gave livio strength to do the same. wolfwood showed him that there are things worth fighting for, things worth protecting. that your body is a weapon, but you can choose what to do with it, use it for something meaningful.
and the way vash kills legato in order to save livio? vash outright says that he did it to protect what wolfwood fought for, sacrificed his life for. it's tied to the ongoing arc between vash and wolfwood, their conflict over the necessity of killing others. wolfwood pushed vash into having an understanding of his views when he was alive, demonstrating the necessity of that violence. simultaneously, vash inspired wolfwood to follow his path, a kinder one. vash remembers what wolfwood said to him, and his death gives those words added poignancy. wolfwood well and truly sacrificed everything to protect what he loved and fight for what he believed in. how can vash let that go to waste? he sacrifices something just as meaningful to himself, and he pulls the trigger. it brings him closer to wolfwood in a way he never was before. he understands now, fundamentally, what motivates people, motivated wolfwood, to act as he did when he took lives. there are so many other ways wolfwood is present in the story after his death i can't talk about all of them but it makes me so crazy
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playing with his hair - jamie ♡
a/n: not my first smut ive written but rather posted! once again feel free to send me sf6 related prompts or something jhejrhjrbr
jamie is rather subby in this… hmm yes… massaging his scalp or playing with his hair would be a weak spot for him i think. like when u scratch behind a cats ears… anyways nsfw below the cut vv
You’d never really seen Jamie as the type to get stressed out often— but on rare occasions, being known as a “peacekeeper” around the city keeps him too occupied to the point where it’s hard for him to keep some time in to enjoy himself.
He comes over to your place on days like these, beg you to take care of him, massage him where he’s sore.
Jamie shrugs off his jacket, laying his head on your lap and stretching out across the couch like a cat. he’ll let you slowly untangle his hair, carding your fingers through it once it’s let down and loose.
When you slowly massage your fingers into his scalp— he lets out this drawn out groan of relief. He bumps his head up against your hand, silently encouraging you to keep going. It’s almost like he was teasing you right now. His pants are down low enough to show his v-line, you could almost see the outline of his dick through them.
He’s tempting you, when you move your hand to his chest, squeezing his pec.
“You mind taking care of something else too—?” he asks, his fingers play with the hem of his pants. There’s a scheming look on his face. As if he had this sort of thing on his mind all day, so you oblige him. Your hands slide down his body, tracing the outline of his stomach, your thumb rubs the ridge of his pelvis and you start to snake your way under the waistband of his underwear.
You can feel him writhe under you, excited. His muscles tense when you finally break the waistband— relaxing when he feels your touch on his actual skin.
“You always want too much from me.” you joke, one hand wrapped in his hair, the other wrapped around the length of his erection, slowly stroking him. Jamie would usually retort back at that, sassy like he usually was. But this time he won’t even quip back, instead he simply sucks in the air through his teeth, letting out another soft moan. He’s so much like a cat, it makes you laugh a little.
He’s so painfully hard in your hand, his back is arched and precum leaks from the tip of his cock. You circle your thumb around his tip— he lets out a particularly loud, needy whimper. It makes you rub his head to soothe him.
“You’re so sensitive today.” you let out a tiny chuckle.
“God, you’re killin’ me here.” he says, quiet and breathy. His breath hitching when you speed up the pace. He’s rutting his hips up into your hand, fast. His cock twitches. You decide to lightly yank on his hair to get him to slow down and savor the moment. He gasps, letting out a whine, “Baby..” he pouts. Jamie looks up at you, pleadingly.
“Calm down before you get a cramp.” you remind him, “You’re supposed to relax. Remember?”
He nods. His face red, hot and bothered. He has his hands bunched up into the fabric of the couch, “Can I cum? Please?” he begs, his voice is strained, his cock twitches as you continue the same slow pace of stroking. It’s fun to see him like this, he seems to be enjoying it as much as you do. You continue on to slowly pump his cock, building up and speeding up the pace of your hand.
Your other hand is still in his messy hair, snaking around to cup his face, your fingers run over his lips— Jamie’s mouth is parted open, he pants, trying to catch up with the speed of your hand. He repeats your name, over and over like a chant.
It takes some thought, but it’s his day today, not yours, “Go ahead baby, you’ve earned it.”
He lets it all go, making a mess all over his stomach, and your hands. Jamie lets out one big breath of air, collapsing in exhaustion. He looks up at you with a pleased smile, “You are..” he breathes in, “The best student I’ve ever trained.” Jamie chuckles.
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