it bums me out seeing people insisting characters that make them happy would hate them. that is the devil speaking directly to you do not listen that funny cartoon guy would love you
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Space Lady
When Bruce gets lost in time he sees a common sight between each jump.
A woman in a dress of nebulae, stars studded around her neck, hair a soft silver.
He asks who she is, and she does nothing.
He asks who she is, and she smiles mischievously.
He asks what she's doing. "Watching" is all he gets.
He asks what the purpose of this is, and she looks at him like he's stupid.
He tries to move around, but seems to loop back around. She looks amused at his attempts.
After Vanishing Point, during his last jump, he asks her if she knew what was going to happen.
"Aren't you the world's greatest detective? I'm sure if you put your mind to it, you'll figure it out. Now off you go."
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It's been 2 years since Damian had been dropped into the family. Even after, Bruce felt like he was being watched sometimes.
He gets a visitor at the door, and standing there is the Lady.
"How have you been, Bruce? Doing well I hope. Be a dear and let me in, would you?"
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mdni. cw: one “baby.” reader has a vagina. an itty bitty treat for lover boy yuuji’s birthday <3
a tickle on your thigh rouses you from slumber; you rub your weary eyes. the sun is rising, curtains aglow with muted light, bathing the walls a warm, dusty blue. it’s a morning that promises a pleasant spring day full of sunshine and birdsong.
you sit up to grab your phone when you feel yet another tickle. peeling back the wrinkled sheets, you find your boyfriend—beaming face as bright as the cloudless sky—comfortably settled between your bare legs. you thread your fingers through his half-matted, peachy locks, chuckling at the sight.
“good morning, birthday boy.”
“mornin’ baby,” he rasps, voice sleep-laden and syrupy. he presses a flushed cheek to your thigh, nuzzling into the soft plush.
“what’s up?”
he drags his chapped lips across your flesh before propping his head in his scarred palm and flashing you a dopey smile. “just enjoyin’ my present.”
your shake your head with a wry laugh. “i’m going to make you a special birthday breakfast then head to work. i have an actual present to give you later, i promise.”
when you try to roll out of bed, yuuji whines—a petulant child having his favorite toy taken from him. he wraps his strong arms around your waist and pins you down, trapping you beneath him. an exasperated huff leaves your lips as he buries his face in your belly.
“yuu, i have to get moving or i’m going to be late to work.” you pry at his bulging, freckled arms to no avail; he squeezes you even harder.
“call out sick. text your boss and say you got food poisoning or something last night,” he mumbles against your skin.
you flop onto your back with a deep sigh. “i can’t just bail at the last minute, yuu. it will look bad and—”
your boyfriend releases you from his embrace and slides down your body before settling back between your legs. two calloused thumbs spread your cunt for his hungry gaze to devour. his honey eyes—thick and cloying—flick up to meet your own. he presses a single open-mouthed kiss to your clit, moaning at your taste and rutting against the mattress.
you let out a pathetic whimper at the sensation, and yuuji’s teeth look impossibly sharp when he smiles. “it’s my birthday, yeah?”
you swallow and nod; you don’t trust your voice—not with this gorgeous man just a few breaths away from your clenching cunt.
“you’re supposed to do what i want. and right now? i want you to stay in bed and spread your pussy for me.”
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We laugh about the Grumpy Noodle Rangshi Scene (because it’s genuinely SO charming)—but when the language of Rangi’s anger is juxtaposed with this dialogue from a previous chapter, it becomes…kind of soul-rending.
What is Rangi deeply afraid of, to the point where avoiding that fear has become a central motivator for her? Being Nothing.
………what does she call herself to Kyoshi during their argument?
🙃🙃🙃
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The idea that most people sleep 227,760 hours in their life is a statistical error. Victor Frankenstein, who, on top of his usual sleep schedule, takes weeks at a time to nap when mildly inconvenienced, is an outlier and should not have been counted
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i love neuvifuri’s dynamic and relationship. like. imo they are the epitome of “we are inseparable, we are in love in every way, we are soulmates not by birth or due to fate binding us inexplicably but because we spent those 500 years being the one constant in each others lives and weve come to know each other the best, but we are simultaneously strangers. we never truly knew each other during all that time.“
and neuvillette knew for so long furina was keeping a secret from him and it pained him to force that secret into the light, but he knew he had to in order to save fontaine, and despite that he still wanted to do it as gently as possible. to make the trial the last resort if the travelers conversation didnt work. after the final events of the archon quest, he let furina go wherever she wished, he (if im remembering correctly) gave her a nice house and enough funds to do as she pleased and live comfortably. he used his new authority over hydro to give her a vision made specifically for her, the very first vision he has given out. he has made it as clear as day that she is welcome to talk to him, to ask to have tea, to ask him for whatever or simply just to talk.
neuvillette using those actions to say “i hope you let me know who you truly are, and allow me to stay in your life for as long as you wish, but i love you so i will not force you.”
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