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endocix · 3 months
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The greatest, the best, nobody better
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bruciemilf · 1 month
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Okay but Duke can canonically see ghosts—or at least them to a certain extent. So imagine that as he ages so does his powers, and that includes this ability.
Duke, walking into the kitchen early in the morning one day:
Thomas and Martha Wayne, who both look very real and very see through, having a heated debate about family recipes:
Duke, immediately turning around to go back to bed:
I actually adore the theory of murdered ghosts having to roam around their resting ground until their killer is brought to justice, so, Thomas and Martha being one with Wayne manor? With Gotham in general?
Uhh, YES PLEASE.
Patron saints of protection and guidance for the Waynes. Even if they could cross, they wouldn’t do it.
Have you seen this little family their son built? They need all the help they can get.
Duke genuinely thought they were 2 am hallucinations. When Thomas gives him pointers with Anna during lunch, he’s no longer certain it’s the case.
“C’mon, you’re my nephew! You gotta have more game than THAT. Buy her somethin’ nice. Dinner, jewelry, Russian battle axe. Y’know, lady things.”
“Uhh. I don’t think that’d work, Gramps.”
“What kinda woman doesn’t want an axe? Fine, get her a museum then. I know where Bruce keeps his credit cards, c’mon.” Yeah, everyone knows where. Bruce basically hands them out like coffee.
Martha heavily disproves of Bruce’s and Tim’s sleeping patterns and ‘encourages’ (strongarms) Duke into telling them to sleep.
Have you tried sending Batman, the Dark Knight, Vengeance himself, to nap before? It’s terrifying. Somehow? Tim is a bit scarier.
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kuhuhukun · 2 months
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Recharge,,
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warpfactor9 · 2 months
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i love how data's more willing to try out new things/stuff he's learned from humans with geordi, and it's sweet of course when geordi encourages him or tells him he did something right, but i think it's even more indicative of the bond there that geordi can tease him when he gets something wrong or react with exasperation when data butchers a punchline... it's the Established TrustTM of it all
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wolame-o-ccx · 7 months
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Can you imagine after nya comes back from being liquid for a year she goes on a mission to catch Ronin whose causing trouble again but when Ronin sees her he just stops doing whatever thieving he's doing and just drops everything to go hug her and she assumes he's trying to distract her and misdirect her until he cries that's when she's like "oh. huh"
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0liver3kellies · 1 year
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Succumb to the fluffy farmer, you hor /j
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more capril!!!!!!!
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sphylor · 4 months
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(okay so the thoughts ended up focusing more on Mountain's asexuality but i hc Dew as greyace so like they bonded over that too even if its not mentioned fhshbd)
Warnings for: internalised misconceptions about sex, internalised acephobia, self imposed pressure and expectations in regards to sex, negative self talk (nothing nsfw happens in this and it all ends pretty nicely dont worry but i still feel like the warnings are important)
incredibly rambly ace mountaindew below the cut :3
Mountain always feeling like he was broken due to his asexuality. especially considering hes meant to be a lust filled demon just like every other ghoul hes known. just feeling so out of place with his packmates, scared they'd find out he was damaged. imperfect. so he keeps his distance, both physically and emotionally. when hes forced to step out of the greenhouse and interact with his fellow ghouls, he keeps conversation surface level. he's polite but oh so distant. Mountain's a quiet ghoul by nature but he makes himself go days without speaking to anyone. but he tells himself its for the best. if they got too close they would see the dropped stitches and splintered edges of his being. that doesnt mean he's free of yearning though. his soul still craves for closeness from his pack. especially from one particular ghoul. Dewdrop. the most beautiful being Mountain had ever laid eyes on, with hair like a silver waterfall and a soul that sung like a siren, luring him in closer, breaking down his boundaries and convincing him that he was safe. he found himself smiling at the water ghoul's words, laughing, even. he started doing more work by the edge of the lake, any excuse to be closer to the ghoul with the eyes of ice that somehow warmed his heart whenever they looked his way. Mountain eventually allowed himself the closeness which he had denied for so long, not just with Dew but the rest of the pack too. but he cant deny he felt the closest to Dew. and it was Dew who was the first ghoul to look deep into his eyes and tell him that he was not broken. there was nothing broken about him. Mountain had accepted that Dew would never love him unless he put his own feelings and needs aside even if the thought made his skin crawl and his eyes water. Dew had been there to reassure him that he didnt have to do anything he didnt want to do. that he loves him. that he didnt and shouldnt think any less of him. that hes perfect just the way he is. and Mountain cries. he sits in Dew's lap and cries as he finally begins to come to terms with and accept himself, he finds the flowers that had bloomed in spaces he thought were empty inside. Dew tells him that hes beautiful. Mountain might just believe it. 
(@everybodyshusband @jimothybarnes)
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danny-hates-deadites · 10 months
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shitty 80s horror dudes
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422kit · 5 months
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mammutblog · 1 year
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leoleolovesdc · 6 months
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Bruce acts like he's Stephanie's father but never treats her like a daughter
Stephanie never acts like she's Bruce's daughter but she treats him like a father
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dremiru · 1 year
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I DON'T THINK WE'RE OBSESSING OVER THIS SCENE ENOUGH CAUSE LOOK
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THEY'RE JUST SO ,,,,.,
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sillywillybillywilly · 3 months
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(This takes place during the cage when Adam and Micheal were just getting comfortable) What if Adam was crying about his mom right and Micheal was confused so he sat next to him and tried to ask "what bothers you Adam." because that's what humans do for other humans when they're upset right.
And Adam just looks up at Micheal all teary eyed and just completely breaks down and hugs Micheal because he hasn't felt a hug in years and he was really vulnerable and wasn't thinking straight. Micheal didn't understand so he didn't hug back but he didn't push Adam off
Eventually Adam chuckled a little bit and went "this is where you hug back Micheal" (wonder where that's from) and Micheal just silently, not roughly, hugs back. He didn't hug tightly cause he knew Adam was human and wasn't really use to hugs but Adam figured it was a start.
(Edited cause I realize how confusing I made the start)
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leon wonders when merlin had started to become friend, family, more than servant, more than arthur's, but his (theirs, gwaine's smiles said, was screamed by gwen's hugs, lancelot's quiet hushes. theirs.)
leon had grown up with morgana and arthur, and being a few years older than them he had taken on the role as the older brother.
it had been easy.
it was leon morgana arthur, never separated, holding each other's hands and backs.
thick as thieves, always together, and leon took the role of protecting arthur, and then he became a knight and he swore an oath to uther but mostly to the prince.
he looked at his friend brother prince king and he swore.
because leon would protect arthur no matter what.
and life goes on, in a way, and people grow, like they're supposed to do, and things change, and leon's days are filled with patrols and trainings and aching limbs and orders to follow.
it leavea him aching.
then.
then this boy comes in, all limbs and no muscles and even less brain cause he has to be at the very least a fool to pick a fight with arthur, of all people.
and leon watches, because he is a knight, no matter that the prince is being an asshole and a bully.
(which he wasn't as a kid. he was sweet and nice and shy and kind, and leon would always remember the way he used to shake when there were thunders, hiding himself under the covers; he would never forget the soft smiles he would give him, the time he had cried because morgana had fallen down and scraped his knees, the concentrated look when he wanted to comfort her but didnt know how to actually do it. arthur had been a sweet child, but he also was uther's son, and he wanted to make him proud.)
(and then the raid happened and arthur spiraled and closed himself and not even leon can reach for him anymore.
you're too far away, he wants to cry.
he offers his arm, but arthur turns around everytime.)
(leon nowdays wonders if arthur the kid is forever dead, sacrificed to arthur the son. it shouldn't sadden him, but it does. he thinks, leon morgana arthur, but now it's leon, and morgana, and arthur, with all those empty spaces, all looking at different walls.)
the gangly boy is lost and gone within the day.
until he saves arthur's life and becomes his manservant, that's it, and now leon has to spend all the time watching as this boy, merlin, keeps threatening the prince, calling him a prat, insulting him?
leon thinks he hit the head and he is in some other alternative universe because there is no way that this servant can act like that, without any sense of proprierty, almost friendly, with the crown prince without facing some punishment.
but arthur doesn't send him away. he talks back, jokes with him, and something slowly begins to melt in his prince. something blooms into spring again, weak and tentative, but it's there.
(and maybe leon is jealous, because when was the last time that he and arthur had joked like that? they used to run across the castle, hiding from maids. morgana would convince arthur to pull pranks, and arthur would drag leon along, and the three of them would laugh and play all day.
they used to spend nights huddled together, talking about everything, dreaming about the future. arthur would talk about slaying monsters and being a hero, and morgana would roll her eyes and say that leon was way more hero-like. leon would blush and say that he would defend them both from evil. he would later trip on the sheets and arthur would laugh at him while helping him up, before softly asking him if he was alright, corcern painting his eyes, and morgana would call him "my knight" with a cheeky smile, but they were happy.)
(now they talk less and leon calls arthur "sire" and "my prince" and all these titles, and he has forgotten how arthur's name tastes like in his mouth. and here he is, merlin, a servant, calling arthur a prat, a clotpole,  a dollophead, calling him arthur.)
leon doesn't know how to deal with merlin.
then merlin follows arthur into danger.
and again.
and again.
merlin is dead set onto going with arthur everywhere. merlin drinks poison for arthur. merlin jumps in front of bandits for arthur. merlin will do everything for arthur.
and once, leon tells him he shouldnt do this, he is just a servant, it is not his job to protect the prince.
and merlin gives him this long weird look and he purses his lips and leon doesnt know how to interpret all this, and says, you're right, its not a servant's job, and leaves it at it.
and he goes with them to the next quest anyway, which confuses leon even more.
it's not until one day merlin pushes leon out of a bandit's way, almost getting skewered by a blade, that he finally understands.
arthur fusses over merlin, pretending not to care, but his eyes lingers too much, and his hands are shaky, and merlin laughs at him and calls him a mother hen, which makes the prince pout. then the prince looks at leon and asks him if he is okay, and the concern is still there, it has never aged away, and leon is breathless and can only nod, and stare at merlin.
merlin stares back.
merlin was right, it's not a servant's job to risk their own life like this.
but merlin is not just a servant. he is their friend.
and leon thanks him, and merlin just shrugs him off, but there's a blush on his cheeks. then arthur calls for merlin, the moment broken and so many unsaid words piling in leon's mouth. merlin goes to aid the prince, leaving with an apologetic smile. he watches them as they joke around together and he watches as arthur's touch seems to hover on merlin's shoulder.
and leon understands.
(he thinks about how he has really failed. not as a knight, but as a friend. because leon had sworn to protect arthur but he had forgotten that, sometimes, what one needs protection from are not sorcerers or bandits or gigantic beasts. sometimes people need protection from themselves. and sometimes you don't protect someone with a sword, sometimes you do that with a kind word, a pulled prank or a gentle hand.)
merlin is always at arthur's side, at their side. and leon swears a second oath, one night, when the younger boy is lying too still on the ground, pained gasps rattling out of his lips as the fever rises together with infection.
arthur is asleep, next to him, he hasn't left merlin, and there is a furrow on his forehead he wishes to smother.
(arthur, sweet loving arthur, with scratches on his hands, and dirt on his cheeks, always full of love and nowhere to place it. looking for a father to give it, for someone to treasure it.
arthur and his bleeding heart.
merlin had stumbled his way in, with all his stubborness and loud loyalty and blinding affection, and without knowing it, arthur had placed that same heart in merlin's caring hands.
and merlin will die before any harm comes to it.)
(he does a good job at that, leon muses. merlin is too good for them all.)
you protect us all, he thinks, taking in the shaky figure, the flimsy blanket hiding the scar covered chest, but those scars are burnt on leon's mind and he doesn't need to see them to know they are there.
because merlin was never supposed to have scars.
friendship, a voice sighs in his mind.
you protect us all, but who protects you?
and leon kneels, in the middle of the night, between trees and sleeping knights, with merlin's shudders and the rustling of the wind, he kneels for the second time in his life, and he swears.
"to merlin of ealdor," he promises.
to merlin of camelot.
servant friend and brother.
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pensymbols · 1 year
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thinking abt how the tweels remind and bring azul food to ensure he doesnt skip meals and how they smash cake into his face/waking him up at exactly 12 am on his birthdays and how they constantly shoot down any false rumors about azuls that undermines him and how
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