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I HAVE AN OLD DOG AND I'M SCARED OF LOSING HIM STOP SENDING ME ASKS ABOUT DEAD/DYING PUPPERS
Odd One Out (original no pack au)
An Omega Without A Pack (elseworlds)
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Humans Are Space Orcs: JL Edition
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So i recently became vegan (yes congratulations to myself 😌) and i feel that bruce not being vegan makes completely no sense, his no killing rule says it literally lol
Sorry, don't agree. Also your emoji and lexical choice gives vegan elitism and I'm not on board with that brand of veganism.
WIP of @occasionalauthoring's post about beautiful hanahaki Bruce because it grabbed me by the throat and refused to let go.
I put on melancholic music to draw this, researched flower language, included people's flower suggestions (and switched it up in the meanwhile because researching flowers turned fascinating).... .... And all the while, bemoaning my poor choice of washi tape.....
Tagging @suzzettemirunette (although this is just a WIP so far)
Holy shiteth my love, this is amazing
Can't wait to see the end product!
i recently finished white nights and now i’m plagued by the thought of ghostbat as them… Bruce is Nastenka
im just sharing my idea also hello occa ily
I'm howling oh my god I am a shameful lit student, I was about to hand this off to a follower to understand cause I assumed it was a manga--
It's DOSTOEVSKY oh my god
Me and my w/c cultural deprivation against the world
I’m gonna talk to you about the most random stuff ever. One of my classmates in college wants a kitty cat and they said that if they get one, I can come over and play with it :33333
Jealousssss. My classmate's had a litter, but my house isn't safe for a little feet atm, so I had to give up the chance to get one. Also I don't think we could do my big dog dirty like that and give him another annoying little sibling.
Okay so a thought, tell me if I'm toeing the line of what I'm allowed to ask:
Is it hard as an ESOL reader to read the works of an ESOL writer?
Allow me to explain. As a native speaker, I find it pretty easy to figure out most slip ups by ESOL fic writers, and can brush by the grammar struggles, but I just barely blinked at 'access' rather than 'excess' in a fic, and I was just wondering if that is also easy for English learners when you're reading? Or is it a struggle because it conflicts with your own learning of the language?
I'm just curious and can't keep my trap shut, apologies if this is out of line.
OCCA WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE TEA TYPE (if you enjoy tea that is, otherwise what's your favourite beverage in general?)
One specific blend my friend's mum made for me when I was dying from a cold, except I don't know what's in it and I've never had it again, but it was like ambrosia.
But I don't like tea, other than that. Or any hot drinks, really, which is such a shame cause they feel so nice to drink.
Could we redo the Boston Tea Party in your inbox?
I never should've told you little menaces I'm English.
*drinks tea in your inbox while reading karl marx's communist manifesto*
surely the capitalist spirit cant affect me
If it costs £10 to see Marx's grave, I think it can affect anyone anon.
*drinking tea in your inbox*
In this capitalist hellscape? Nuh uh, £1.00 entry fee, thank you, and another for the tea, and for the cup, and the oxygen and—
This blog is pro tits and anti Nazi
@occasionalauthoring request accepted
It took a little bit but it’s here
Yeah I know it’s flat, but I didn’t want to spend more than a day for it. Started it before my istology test, and finished it after I prepared my suitcase right before dinner (and my bee encounter, but that’s another story)
so yeah bear with me
and believe it or not this was the first time where I seriously drawn Bruce/batman (I don’t count my random sketches or doodles of batblob). For references I used random Dan Mora comics panels of Batman
*sets up a tea party in your inbox*
Are we....are we serving bees?
REBLOG IF IT IS OKAY TO COME INTO YOUR INBOX AND SAY THE RANDOMEST SHIT I CAN THINK OF BECAUSE I REALLY WANT TO INTERACT WITH YOU.
Okay so, ship war idea? (Since you can’t choose lol)
the Batkids having a ship war and right now it’s split pretty evenly between Superbat and BatLantern (+Damian who wants his dad to get with either Selina or Talia (his reason for Brutalia, obviously he would be thrilled if his mom and dad got together for BatCat, Selina bribed him into getting her name into the running with cats (specifically a little tortoise shell who looks like she has bat wings coming out of her shoulder blades)
the listings change each month, Hal and Clark are just the most popular ones for the beginning of June, it will probably be completely different in two weeks (Two . . . Hmm)
-🖤💙
Clark flies in through the window and beelines across the room to lay down across Bruce's stomach, who doesn't even react at the added weight, tapping away at his tablet. "They're debating again."
"Hn."
"Steph has switched sides. Apparently Hal's hammer construct looked too much like Harley's mallet, and they're arguing again."
"Harleen didn't know it was her Zesti," Bruce murmurs, and Clark gazes up at him, watching him pinch the bridge of his nose. "She's already apologised, but Stephanie ate her doughnut to be petty, but apparently Pamela was the one to make them, and it was the last one. Which Steph didn't know."
"So now they're fighting."
"And you're back in favour?"
"I am indeed," Clark purrs, grinning like the Chesire Cat. "It's nice to have her back on my side."
"You think they'll ever figure out it's obsolete?" Bruce reaches down, tangling his hand into Clark's mop of curls.
"Not anytime soon." Clark leans into the touch, eyes drifting closed. "But I don't mind being your dirty little secret."
"Emphasis on the dirty," Hal rumbles, still towelling off his hair as he enters from the en suite. "Hey baby," he greets, stopping off to greet Clark with a kiss before sliding his thighs under Clark's head and tucking himself into Bruce's side. Clark settles back down, lips tingling, and watches happily as Bruce finally settles, sliding the tablet onto the bedside table, but he keeps his reading glasses on, which he can't say he minds.
"Love," Hal murmurs into Bruce's hair, as he slumps onto Hal's shoulder. "Are we sharing tonight?"
"Hm?" Clark listens to Bruce's bpm slow, his beautiful, busy boyfriend finally relaxing for the night. "No," he says eventually. "Talia and Selina are in Eygpt causing trouble."
"Good thing you like trouble." Hal kisses his head, and looks to Clark, who nods and uses his superspeed to lift everyone off the duvet, and tuck all three of them beneath it. He likes to listen to their hearts, so stays between the two of them, slightly lower down the bed, and Bruce lifts the covers, smiling down at him softly, and leans back into Hal, the two of them cuddling around Clark, sandwiching him between them so his ears is filled with the thrumming evidence of his lovers being alive.
"Ow!" Hal yelps, and knees Clark. Then he starts cursing anew, and Clark is glad his invulnerability leaves him safe from that specific pain of men, and he kisses Hal as an apology and to shut up the swearing, while Bruce reaches across the bed and grabs the culprit.
"That damn cat," Hal grouches, and Clark laughs against his shoulder, lips pressed to his collarbone, while Bruce coos and kisses at BatCat behind them.
"It's cause you stood on her tail."
"I didn't mean to! And I think I should've been forgiven by now anyhow."
"Stop insulting her then."
Clark sighs and worms his way up befire they can start bickering properly, and lets each of his boyfriends settle under an arm.
"I swear you love that cat more than any of us."
"And you'd be right."
Had this crack thought of Carmine Falcone discovering that Selina is his kid but instead of denying her etc, he gets excited because finally, finally, they can unite the families of the Waynes and Falcones.
Don Falcone: I dreamed of this day.
Selina:?
Don Falcone: You're a nice surprise and all kid. Can never have too many kids in a family and daughters, they're precious, ain't they? No, I'm talking about Bruce Wayne.
Selina: You're going to have to run that one by me.
Don Falcone: You two are already a thing. I mean, no pressure but he's a catch, you're a Falcone and... I always wanted to make sure that boy was taken care of. I wanted to make him family and we can do that now.
Selina: We?
Don Falcone: Well, you're my last chance, kid. Sofia doesn't like him or whatever and Alberto... He may be a little off to the side.
Alberto: Homosexual, dad.
Don Falcone: Yeah, yeah, that but Bruce likes the guys too so I tried to set that up but apparently they're both... Y'know. They play the same position on the field.
Alberto: *rolling his eyes*
Selina: And you want me to-?
Don Falcone, nodding: Yes, big big Italian wedding. We can do Lake Como. We will spare no expense. For every grandson, fifteen thousand, every granddaughter, ten or abouts. What do you say, gioia mia?
Selina, who knows that Bruce has a soft spot for kids: I would say... Spring wedding?
I just had this idea that Bruce dies thinking his children hate him and perished after their big fight. But, I'm not sure how I can start writing it. I don't know if I should pass this up as an Omega verse.
Anyways... Somehow, he finds himself turned back in time. But, instead of adopting all of them again.
He didn't.
He changed the course of their fate by calling Superman to save Richard and his parents. Hunting Sheila and getting the help she needs, thus preventing Jason from stealing his tires. Befriending Drake's and slowly steered their parenting skills (He didn't think he was a good parent either. Why would the kids hate him so much, if he did.) and swooping down to save them from their deaths. Letting Barbara and her father adopt Cassandra. And saving Duke's parents from Joker.
The only left was Damian. He infiltrates the LoA and takes him. He nearly gave him up but had a second thought and decided against it. He raised Damian as his only son.
But then, he found a mate (if this is an Omegaverse. This can be a Superbat as well. Dunno) have a child with the said mate and took this as a second chance to become a great parent.
But, the former Wayne kids someday opened their eyes and remembered their former life. Heartbroken, they saw how happy Bruce and Damian were with their new Family.
I don't know if I should let them reconcile? Or leave the angsty - angst.
Pps. I'm the one who wrote the hand movement and eye movement thingy. Thank you for being nice.
Anon baby you are breaking my heart why would I not be nice?
- i lowk want endgame brutalia but you said superbat, so
"He looks happy," Dick murmurs, closing his eyes and turning away. Jason puts a hand on his shoulder, leaning into the touch to take comfort from it himself. Catherine got shunted into rehab years ago, Willis got a job at Wayne Enterprises, and he grew up in a stable home. He doesn't have quite the same bulk as before, even if he took after Willis' large frame. Blue eyes water as he too turns away from the manor.
Tim plucks the binoculars from Dick's slack grip, and steps up next to Cass, peering through the gates to the manor.
Damian, only ten, and so much more a child than he was the first time around, howls with laughter between Bruce and Clark, standing on Bruce's shoulders to duel Clark as he walks upside down on the ceiling, their wooden swords coming together over and over. Smiles abound, and it makes a weight settle in the stomachs of their spectators.
Their spectators that three weeks ago, regained memories of the previous timeline, before Bruce was sent back, before it diverged, before their dad decided not to be their dad anymore.
"Why are we here?" Cass asks, turning her back on the manor. "He doesn't want us anymore."
Dick stands abruptly, and Haley's Circus' best aerialist clears the tall fence in one bound, and stalks off down the driveway.
None of them are vigilantes, in this life.
All of them find a way over that fence.
Dick pounds his fist on the door, and the laughter drifting out the open windows ceases. The lock clicks. The door creaks.
Clark Kent stands in the foyer of his home, and the smile drops from his face. In a flash, they're all back outside the gates, which he's easing closed behind them.
"Supes--"
"No, Timothy," Clark says. There is no familiarity in his voice. "Bruce tried so hard to keep you away from him in this life. Please. He-- He tried so hard to give you the lives you deserve, please don't tell me it failed."
"Three weeks ago," Jason explains tersely. "We got our memories from the last life. We're not sure why."
"CLARK!"
Clark flinches, and twitches in place. "Why are you here?"
"He's our father," Jason growls. Clark pinches his nose.
"But he's not. He made sure of that. And you guys-- you being here, he'll think he failed. He won't be able to cope with failing you all again."
"He didn't fail us the first time!" There is no love lost between this Dick Grayson, and this Superman. Uncle Supes is a ghost of a memory. "He is ours."
"He is my husband," Clark counters. "And he has spent his whole life devoted to you kids. Please don't make it in vain."
"CLARK!"
Closer.
Bruce is coming.
"PAPA!"
"Damian," Cass breathes.
Clark flinches again, but stays steadfast.
"Does he know about us?" Tim whispers, gazing towards the manor.
Clark nods. "Bruce... he couldn't keep you a secret. He didn't try. Damian has met you all, over time. He wanted to see what you were like."
"Please, Clark. He's our brother."
Clark wavers. "He never wanted this. He wanted...from afar. To be unknown."
"He's our father."
Clark strokes a hand over his face. "Not here! That was the whole point! You remember, right? So you remember cursing at him, and pushing him away, and telling him he wasn't your father! He listened, like you begged him to, and stopped. He did what you wanted, and now I am begging you." Clark swallows. "I am begging you kids. Please don't make him think that he failed you all over again."
"Clark!" Bruce yells again. More cautious, and Cass watches a glimpse of his silhouette through the trees, carefully advancing. "Honey?" A smaller figure stalks through the underbrush, approaching from the other side, and Dick can't take his eyes off it.
"Please."
This is their chance. If they race for the bend in the lane now, Bruce and Damian won't see them.
But...
Can they give this up?
Can they say goodbye to their old life for good?
talia used to line bruce’s eyes in kohl every morning and now he thinks of her every time he puts grease paint around his eyes. sometimes, he closes his eyes and pretends it’s her, but he can never be as gentle with himself as she was
