TheMrsMalfoy

Amy⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 🧸ྀི Dimension traveller

[thatmysticalshifter]

"you can't go outside your country"

Well dad I can go outside realities but you don't have to know that.

[drakonstar]

i knew they were canon

[notrav1]

I like to hc Cass’ haircut is the same one Bruce had when he was her age

[frizzychicken]

Batgirl and her Bat-horse

[noodles-and-tea]

Do you think little Dickie /baby Robin ever got jealous of Big Blue calling other kids he rescued or helped "little buddy" or "champ"?

I'm thinking for the comic you drew where Dick knew he could call Clark for help for his school bullies, be would HAVE FEELINGS if another kid tried to take him away.

Oh, DEFINITELY.

[nauticalnocturnal]

"5 more..minutes.."

Pairing: mlm ;; Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne. Tags: fluff, wholesome, married superbat, cuddling, clingy Clark, clingy Bruce.

(Summary: Bruce has to leave 4 work. Clark cant let him go just yet <3) 959 words.

The first rays of light that weakly weave their way through the fabric of the velvet curtains when dawn breaks shine into Bruce's eyes—his morning alarm.

His eyelids groggily slide open, heavy, as if being pulled by gravity to close. He exhaled softly against the silken pillow cover, the pillow and mattress swallowing his body, inviting him to sleep in, a thought as tempting as a succubus' lure.

"Zz.." he feels the big, firm arm draped lazily over his waist move to caress his stomach.

He feels Clark's breath tickling his ear, his his snores gave Bruce shivers, goosebumps parading his calloused skin that make his spine arch away from Clark's chest under the covers.

"Clark.." he whispers once, to no verbal reply—the snores act as a calming rrhythmhe attempts not to lose himself to. He begins shifting his body against the sheets to face his lover's benign face.

Clark's lips are gently parted. His face as innocent as a child, detached from the horrors of the world; as if Bruce had captured him living in an idyllic painting where life was a kind thing mid-slumber. His curls coil gently against his face, pushed against his cheeks as a radiant halo of waves.

Bruce pauses momentarily, his eyes softening with childlike abandon. If Clark snapped to reality and opened his eyes right now, he'd see the blue canvas of Bruce's eyes glittering with a power that's put to shame all the stars in the night sky.

He leans forward, pressing his lips against the freckled field of his husband's nose. "Honey.." Bruce's hands slowly travel from Clark's muscled back to his cheek, taking the soft flesh into his palms into a caress. "Clark.." he repeats for the final time to no avail.

He exhales softly, then dives into the intimate proximity of Clark's space again, his lips pressing fleetingly against his lover's.

With that, his hands slowly pull away from the warmth of his better half first, then his body follows suit, the still air of the room makes him shiver in its frigidity as he sits upright.

But he cannot push himself off the bed—something sturdy, practically a boulder, held the back of his shirt, followed by a gentle rasp of the word: "Bruce..?"

A soft gasp leaves Bruce's lips before he knows it. He feels a tug, his silken pajamas being tugged tighter against his chest, the fabric no longer having any contact with his scarred back. "Clark.." he cannot hide his amusement. "Clark, I have to go..I have a meeting.."

The grasp refuses to yield. "5..5 minutes.." comes the returning croak.

"I have to go.." he reasons gently, but he cant stop the way the corners of his lips gain sentience, a smirk creeping up his face. He turns his body to face Clark partially, the bedframe softly creaking. "We'll cuddle tonight again..okay..?"

"I..I wan' hold you..a lil' more..5..min's.."

With a sharp tug, Clark pulls him into his arms, Bruce barely getting enough time to let out even a gasp of surprise before he found himself wrapped in his husband's steel grasp.

"Clark!" He whined, squirming slightly against him, he tapped his biceps: once: twice—but Clark's eyes remain closed, arms locked around bruce's waist and back, their legs tangling into knots under the sheets once more.

"5..ju's..5.." Clark's head dipped into the crook of Bruce's neck, his warm breath running down Bruce's skin like the warm water of an afternoon shower. "..then..g-go.."

With that, Bruce's squirming settles, and his holds his husband carefully, arms shifting until they rested against Clark and held him gently in a cuddle. "You big baby.." but Bruce's words hold not a single bite—it is filled with love that is already expressed physically.

They lay there, holding each other, Clark's head diving into the column of Bruce's neck, his lips peppering absentminded kisses to his skin.

Bruce's hands, meanwhile, find Clark's hair, snaking between the dark threads, massaging his scalp carefully, his breath soft against his husband's shoulder.

"I love you.." Clark whispers into his skin, and Bruce closes his eyes.

"I know, honey."

The sunfollows it's arc slowly into the sky, rising to it's reverend throne. The manor is quiet, slumber has blanketed each room into a lull unbecoming of the estate's typical chaos. Alfred the cat and Ace the dog make their rounds through the desolate halls, the sounds of their paws muffled pattering against the carpets the only sound of life as of now.

Outside, Gotham begins to rouse awake. Her denizens begin to spread their curtains wide to welcome the new day. Children are already walking down pavements with toys in tow, something to show off to their friends. Business owners begin to open doors and turn on the power to their stores, employees walking into the backdoors.

The world moves slowly outside the master bedroom of Wayne manor, but moves nonetheless.

Clark's eyes open again, slowly, and he raises his head from the flushed heat of Bruce's skin. It's been 5 minutes, already, and in spite of his extraordinary reluctance, it was only fair to let his lover go.

His hands slowly loosen around Bruce's frame, pulling away slowly..

But Bruce pulls him back into his arms, to fit his husband against him once more, his legs thrown around clark's waist now reeling him in like a fish caught in a lure.

Clark blushes, slightly, stuttering. "B-Bruce..?" He asks shakily, looking down at the head of thick, ruffled obsidian hair.

Against his sleeve, Bruce mumbles softly— "just..5 more minutes.."

Author note: (check out the poll if u haven't already my luvz <3)

[srdcovka]

sometimes u comment under a mutual's post and it's like god, this is it they're gonna kill me now

[quiet--epiphany]

Understand that the physical/ego does not exist and finally be free.

Sometimes we worry too much about trying to get rid of the ego, about ignoring the physical (or 3D, if you prefer), we try to reflect for hours about the physical, seeking to finally detach ourselves from it...But if you know that never existed, then what exactly are you trying to get rid of? There's no one, there's nothing, so what are you trying to let go of?

There is no ego, no physical form, there is no human being, there is no human experience. Stop worrying about not being, about ceasing to identify with the ego, about ceasing to identify with the physical, like... you're already none of that! Sometimes we worry too much about "destabilizing" the physical world so that something finally works, but who notices this lack? There is no lack, no one notices this lack, the lack is an illusion.

People struggle to manifest their dream appearances, but why would that be difficult? You don't have a body, you ASSUMED to have a body (you = consciousness), so why would you have difficulty assume a "new" body?

Some people think they can't manifest S/P, but if there isn't another person separate from you, nothing exists outside of consciousness, and you have ACCEPTED the existence of that person, then why would it be difficult to manifest them?

Some people struggle to shift, but shifting itself doesn't exist (since shifting is a name we give to something as natural as breathing, but people treat it as something abnormal), if reality itself doesn't exist, if the ego doesn't exist, and it's all a matter of changing your focus... then why do you think you would have difficulty?

Some believe that consciousness is not in everything, but rather within the body, but that doesn't make sense, The body doesn't exist, so how can consciousness reside within this illusory body? The human being don't exist, so how can anything reside within them?

The ego is a creation of the mind, and the mind does not exist; the mind is not a real entity. The mind itself is the name we give to a collection of thoughts, and thoughts are not real, thoughts are not fixed, So, therefore >> It doesn't exist, it can't affect me.

Think of a lucid dream; it occurs when you realize it's not real, and then you can control it however you want. And it's not something you have a huge process to "awaken" to in the dream, you simply perceive it, and from there you control everything without limits. Why do you think it would be different with "this reality"? Since nothing changes from the dream to the physical reality, after all, the basis and the creator are the same: the consciousness.

There are accounts that tell you to demonize the ego, to treat it like crap and whatnot, but where will that get you? And what do you have to ignore when you CAN'T IGNORE SOMETHING THAT DONT EXISTS?

[robs-your-robins]

Had this thought of Pa Kent hearing about how Bruce's dad died when he was young and getting moved by the idea of how much Bruce missed. Cue Pa, who doesn't know Bruce is Batman, taking him aside when comes to stay at the farm to teach him how to fix a flat tire or take him for a drink at the local bar or even just patting him on the shoulder and telling him he's doing a 'heck of a job'. And Bruce hasn't the heart to tell him that Alfred and he had his first beer together when he was sixteen and they were over in England for the holidays or that Alfred taught him how to look after a car, mainly because he doesn't want to be rude but a little bit because it's... nice.

[lovesick-joey]

metal

[hearthnyx]

A Wattpad User Once Said. . .

“when you think about it, nothing can be considered weird, because nothing is normal, and so weird is normal and since it is normal, it isn't weird. In fact, normal, if that even exists, should be considered weird since no one is normal anymore.” —Elisha_cpdn.

Y’all this reality is nothing special fr 😭. In fact, there is just a whole lot happening here, but we’re conditioned to believe otherwise. . . like wdym that one female scientist revealed aliens are us, a dolphin kidnapped a human to build a castle underwater, unicorns actually existed, multiple historical (hidden) resets, etc… Even if they could be false, too much been happening in 2026 (even prior) for you to believe that certain things are nonexistent.

tldr; you can shift. things aren’t what it seems.

[robs-your-robins]

Girl dad Bruce is real and you can’t convince me otherwise. The man was born to have little girls, to dote on his daughters. He loves his sons, his boys, but after raising all boys for many years when he had a chance to be a girl dad, he literally locked in as never before.

It’s ladies first in his house, Cass gets dibs on the choice of movie for movie night, she gets the first shower after patrol and training and no, Bruce is not favouring one child over the other. Ladies first is an established tradition, it’s etiquette, ask Alfred. No, he will not elaborate.

Cass gets spoiled, if she has her eye on something, consider it purchased, about to be delivered and waiting for her with a big fucking bow on it. Bruce will not suffer his daughter to go without. If she wants a butterfly knife, she will be getting one. She looked at a pony once, this is Butterscotch and he is Cass’s pony.

There’s no swearing around Cass, Bruce will literally throw a death stare at anybody who swears in her hearing be it at a gala, in the middle of a hostage situation, on patrol. That’s his little girl. It doesn’t matter that she herself swears like a sailor, that’s his little lady.

Bruce choking up any time Cass dresses up. Even if its undercover for a mission, Bruce is literally all misty eyed. Look at his little girl, she’s growing up too fast.

And they are buddies, Bruce and Cass will do almost everything together, he takes her fishing, they occasionally go out for dinner together just the two of them, Bruce and Cass often extend patrols because they want to spend more time with each other. Cass gets to hang out his office and they will head out for lunch together. Bruce has watched almost every girl film ever, because Cass missed out on them and Steph insisted that they were vital to understanding girlhood and the culture of being a young woman of today: Mean Girls, Clueless, Bend it Like Beckham, Freaky Friday, The Devil Wears Prada, The Princess Diaries, Cinderella Story, Little Women, Midsommar, Carrie etc. Bruce gets invested. Steph may have images of Bruce in a cleansing face mask, one of those make up hairbands, absolutely moist eyed watching Maid in Manhattan.

[jazuzzle]

in another reality you are someone's comfort character. people say you are fake/fictional, but someone argues that you are real. they want nothing more than to shift so they could meet you. a hug from you would be soul healing. when times are tough and they don't have anybody to hug, you are the person they imagine.

you are the reason someone survived going through the depths of hell and back, just purely from the hope they get when thinking about you/ knowing that one day they can meet you. you are the reason someone keeps going. the reason someone decides not to give up.

somebody kins you. when they see you, they are reminded that they are not alone, and that someone out there understands what they are going through. someone understands what YOU are going through.

[official-ao3-quotes]

“What?”

“You have a son ?” Clark splutters.

“What do you mean my costume’s ugly? It’s very God-like!”

“Why didn’t you tell me— tell us? Why didn’t you tell us?”

“And I’m not a kid! I’m a full-grown adult with an adult job and adult friends and, and make adult decisions—”

“Oh my god,” says Flash. “Spooky, you’re a dad?"

“This explains so much,” Green Lantern mutters mutinously, likely remembering the occasion he claimed he saw Batman eat three tubes of Go-Gurts at the same time and the team didn’t believe him.

-

“My babies,” the masked crusader says. “My sugar gumdrops. My only hope left in the world. My princesses and princes. My sugar cookies.”

“Okay,” says Clark.

“My cutie pies.”

“Oh my god,” says Flash.

“You got a funny helmet, mister,” one of the black-haired, blue-eyed boys quips. “Like a fugly bird.”

It’s true, Clark thinks. The little bolts on the sides of Flash’s cowl is a bit silly.

It’s true, Clark thinks. The little bolts on the sides of Flash’s cowl is a bit silly.

“That’s not nice, Jason,” Batman admonishes.

“Sorry, mister with the weird helmet,” Jason says, not looking remotely sorry.

“Where did they come from?” Green Lantern frowns, cataloging the seven children. “And why do you have so many?”

Batman hums, gazing pensively at his coworker, “When a mommy and a daddy love each other very much—”

“That is not what I meant.”

“He kidnapped me off the streets,” says Jason.

-

“I do not have a problem and I do not snatch all of them from the street. Cassandra broke into my house.”

“Oh my god.”

-

“I would kill for you and your children,” Aquaman proclaims.

“Please don’t,” Batman says.

“I would die for you, Batman,” Arrow declares.

“I’m good,” he says.

- speaking through shadows plain by scallionpancakes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46545454

[thatmysticalshifter]

You already know how to shift.you're just steering with comfort.

[archiveofmyart]

Someone take that notepad from Clark

[minnow-doodle-doo]

its hard for Bruce to be human.