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deadsetobsessions · 1 month
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Bruce didn’t come here often. Perhaps that was terrible of him but he couldn’t bear to visit his son’s resting place. It was difficult to equate his high-spirited son, bright as the sun itself and endlessly brilliant despite the more he grew up in, to the cold and lifeless stone engraved with his name and words that did not encompass everything his son was to him.
His hands were full of flowers, Jason’s favorite books, a round rock, and his son’s favorite foods.
Bruce didn’t come here often, because it broke his heart even more when he did, but today was a day that love and grief triumphed over his need to avoid.
He walked down the winding pathway, Alfred a silent sentinel behind him. He hated it, but he understood. Today was the only day Alfred allowed himself to be emotionally closed off. He’d lost a grandson.
Bruce didn’t come here often, but his son’s birthday was a day Bruce would remember how to love and live again, just for Jason.
“I will be over here, Master Bruce.” Alfred stopped at his designated spot, where Bruce had added a bench and a draping tree to shade Alfred as he stood vigil.
The first time they’d- it was April, and the sun- after the funeral, Bruce was lost in the throes of grief and had kneeled over the freshly tilled dirt for hours. Alfred had stood there, in that same spot, in the city’s rare blazing sun until Bruce came back to himself.
Bruce had almost lost his second father that day, and what good was wealth if it could not prevent that? And so, water, shade, a bench, and a space heater was added.
Bruce knows better than anyone how stubborn Alfred can be, when it comes to matters of the heart. After all, he didn’t have to raise Bruce after Martha and Thomas died.
“Alright, Alfred.”
Bruce splits from the haggard butler with pointed looks at the water bottles he’d prepared for today for Alfred (who manages, this time, a faint but amused raise of an eyebrow) and walks towards Jason Todd’s grave.
Here where his son is buried, the grass is kept green. In April, Forget-Me-Nots bloomed and dotted the place where Bruce’s world collapsed with bright colors. In August, it is still green, but the tin engraved with the names of the deceased stood out without the flowers.
Bruce kneeled and quietly arranged the flowers before placing them in the tin. He set the platters of food down and uncovered them. The scent of chili dogs made his heart stutter, flashes of a bright smile and book references blinding Bruce with their nostalgia.
He swallowed, grief building, and placed the stone he’d brought atop the gravestone. He sat back, gripping Jason’s book with white knuckles.
Bruce didn’t turn around when clothing rustled behind him. Alfred would have verbally cut down anyone that dared to approach them today, especially here. That he didn’t do so was telling of who it would be.
“I’m still mad at you, for not telling me as soon as you knew.” Dick Grayson sat down, hand over one of Jason’s school bag pins he had carefully attached to the front of his jacket.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“He deserved better. I should have been there.” Dick whispered, placing another bundle of flowers into the tin. It fit, but barely. “I would have dropped everything to come find him. Even if it wasn’t on time, even if it wasn’t enough, I deserved to be there when he was buried. We were family.”
“I know.” Bruce repeated, no less regretful. In his grief, he had wronged his loved ones. “I’m sorry.”
Dick casted a quiet, assessing eye at him. Bruce stayed quiet.
“It’s too dreary,” Dick said. He took out paints, little statutes of robins, bright birds, and bits and bobs Bruce knew Jason would have loved had he been alive out of his pockets.
“It should be more colorful,” Dick murmured as he placed them artfully against the headstone.
They sat there, for a while. Dick glanced at… at Bruce’s hand, and settled down.
It’d been a while since they’ve spoken, but he knew what the man intentioned to do today. This will be the most Dick will have heard Bruce speak outside of his civilian obligations.
Bruce took the cue and gently opened Jason’s book. He’d bought it for Jason- the first gift- and he’d read it to Jason every night. Dick had a similar book.
“Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse…”
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A boy with black hair and blue eyes wandered amongst the graveyard. They’ve been here for a while, and the man’s low rumble was soothing to listen to. The shades that hung about the graveyard settled as he read out loud from the book as his son sat quietly beside him.
As the boy, invisible and intangible, brushed his hand against the gravestone, he wondered why they were reading to an empty grave.
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Dick had left long before Bruce did.
And when it was time to go, as stars began to climb and as the cold began to nip at his fingers, Bruce heard a quiet voice.
“Do not stand at his grave and weep,” and Bruce turned, recognizing the poem. “He is not there. He does not sleep.”
But there was no-one.
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jiyaneru · 11 months
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it was cool nothing fire nothing broke
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matrixbearer2024 · 1 month
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OMG THIS- HAHAHAHA- WELL THIS IS APPEARING IN A FUCKING INTERLUDE THANK YOU @rubra-wav FOR THE AMAZING IDEA!
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puppetmaster13u · 2 months
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Prompt 231
Y'know, I bet in a world where DC and Marvel are in the same world, I Bet Bruce Wayne knows Matt Murdock. I bet they went to at least a couple same trainers and I bet Bruce invites him to a gala at some point.
No one would bat an eye at Bruce knowing another lawyer, he was already childhood/school friends with Harvey Dent.
And honestly, let the grimey cryptid boys be friends. Make Gotham and Hell's Kitchen WEEP at the thought of the 'living shadow creature' and the 'demon pretending to be human' working together.
Even if they're both completely human. Let them fuck with people as a treat.
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so called "free thinkers" when the "three finkers"
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scarefox · 1 month
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"hold on Ben's calling me again, Hi Ben…yes shes okay Ben, yes she's here Ben. No you cannot come see her, its bad luck!" Audrey the Ben wrangler becuase he wants to see his almost wife before the wedding really really badly(rewrite royal wedding/rewrite bal)
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pacifistcowboy · 6 months
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Silver would be a very different person if he was raised by Shadow. Silver is naive precisely because he wasn't raised by anybody.
yeh you right!
i think the way i imagine dadow is different from how most other people imagine it; where silver still grew up on his own and it was only after he first went back in time he meets shadow in the future n he becomes his dad, basically to explain why the first time silver came across shadow in the past he wasn’t immediately like “dad?”
so i imagine silver comes across old man shadow at fourteen and is like “shadow??? wtf???” and from there the father-son relationship begins, so silver’s naïveté would still make sense ‘cus he wasn’t raised by shadow from day one
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bee-1n-space · 1 year
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YALL THE TURTLES IN 2016 HAVE FREAKING TATTOOS, I don’t think Donnie has any :( BUT I NEED HEADCANONS NOW!
I think Mikey helped make the stencils and tattooed everyone while Donnie made the tattoo gun in the lair bc ya know they can’t exactly go to the surface lol
Do what you want with that information XD
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garaks-padded-bra · 6 months
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Resident evil + oc commission for @the_doodling_snail on ig :)
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sillyboycam · 4 months
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missin homestuck right now, might as well bundle up in bed and read my books again with vodka mutini in my arm
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Wish me well (please)
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endymion3f4 · 7 months
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Wait wait wait whaaaaaat????????i didn't know that!!!
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You mentioned in your Firestar post that "what [Dracula]’s consuming is as much soul as anything else", which made me think: Chorby Soul from Blaseball?
Disadvantages:
Literally The Most Biteable Guy In The Universe. i'm not exaggerating, their main claim to fame is getting attacked by sharks* more than 200 times over the course of two seasons due to having a ridiculously huge amount of soul.
*(the sharks in question are not actual sharks; they're called Consumers and they're sharklike metaphors for financial debt that do also very literally eat players' souls and cause them physical injury. blaseball's a weird game.)
blaseball players, as a category, get hypnotized/mind-controlled on a regular basis; not only are there two normal teams able to use psychic powers/supernatural charm to make opposing players strike out or throw walks, there are multiple occasions where a god has taken control of an entire team's worth of players and used them in a boss battle against their former friends. and chorby was on one of the latter ones
also no way in hell they can free climb. they weren't very strong even before the shark attacks, which tanked all of their physical ability into the garbage
Advantages:
the same thing that makes them the most biteable guy in the universe also makes them uncommonly resilient to being bitten! so, in blaseball, a player is Redacted (basically, disappearing entirely with the potential to later reappear having Come Back Wrong) when they lose all their soul, and consumer attacks lower a player's soul by 1 each time. the highest soul a player can normally generate with is 9. chorby, before they started getting eaten by sharks, had 1777. even after many, many times the consumer attacks it would take to redact anyone else, they still have ~1400 more soul than any other player ever has. this doesn't protect them from the physical damage of consumer attacks, but vampire bites have gotta be a lot smaller than sharkbites
not only are they very familiar with the supernatural, due to living in the blaseball universe where the supernatural is just everywhere, they literally shared an apartment with a vampire for years. a much more benevolent vampire than dracula, but still!
oh yeah, chorby themself is already undead – they hold the blaseball record for Most Times Resurrected, in fact
also pretty chill with wolves. transylvanian wolves are unlikely to respect the damascus steel knives given out by the wolf-god of central park (again: blaseball is a weird game), but chorby's probably not scared of them!
(note: if you want more information on chorby or on anything else i've mentioned here, i highly recommend blaseball.wiki) (tbh i highly recommend blaseball.wiki just in general. it's fun to read)
Now we don't have time to unpack all that......
I think this guy is what Dracula eats in his depressed rebellious phase when he's disillusioned with the Feelings of the Hunter and just wants to sit on his couch reading reruns of Dickens. He's like the magic pudding for vampires. One day Dracula is like "what am I doing with my unlife??? - screw it, I'm moving to England."
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bi-writes · 4 days
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i raised my age preference on a dating app, and things got worse.
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vrmxlho · 1 year
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₊ ˚ ⊹ ᗢ ₊ ˚ ✧ WTF I JUST LOST MY CAT
tabito karasu x fem! reader
where y/n loses her cat and it ends up in the hands and apartment of tabito karasu
note: moderately short series cuz if it let it go on for too long i'll never finish it </3
also note: i realise how uninformative the banner is but i thought it was cute ok 🥲
status: on hold — taglist: open (send ask)
updates: depends on my mood ngl
genre: fluff, humour, romance, no time for slow burn!! strangers to enemies (?) to lovers
warnings: swearing, suggestive, a poor lost cat :(
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##糖‎ㅤ‎ㅤ ##スパイスㅤ‎ㅤ ##素敵なすべて (teaser)
part 1: the missing cat
#one: wanted alive
#two: wrong number
#three: the meows that deceive: a cat's betrayal
#four: nagi seishiro and the philosopher's philosophy
#five: off to the wrong start
#six: @ school
#seven: tba
more coming soon
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