#mesh flow

[amygdalae]

I'm enjoying Mask of the Rose quite a lot!!! the Fallen London setting and atmosphere are very charming to me

I'm so torn wanting to make friends with literally everybody. Can't stretch myself to thin tho cuz there's a limited amount of time to do things. Gonna hafta check out certain things in later playthroughs

My scottish victorian doctor boyfriend just got hauled off to jail as a prime murder suspect though. Not very swaggy. I gotta get him out of there so we can fuck (I don't think he did the murder)

[aria0fgold]

Found out that the anime for The Too-Perfect Saint is out (2 episodes now) and I reaally liked the manga of that one so I went to check out ep 1 and it's actually really good? I'M SO HAPPY ABOUT IT!

[frostfall-matches]

[ matchmaking... ]

@tolkien-fantasy : [ match report ready ]

your match is…

✦ Karlach

-> [ Karlach is someone who can match your energy very well. ] She’s the passionate sort, loves living life to the fullest… especially after managing to escape Avernus. She’s the positive sort that aims to keep pushing forward no matter the obstacle. Karlach would be able to easily feed off your spunky, ambitious energy - and vice versa. She’s happy if she’s able to keep your energy up, or lift you up when you’re feeling down. Your lives are full of difficulties already, only becoming more complicated with the mindflayer tadpole mess - so it’s nice to have someone who can really resonate with you.

-> [ Very empathetic to your chronic illnesses. ] Though her situation is not quite the same, she can relate to the struggles of being stuck with a condition that places limits on how you’re able to experience the world around you, a condition that makes living in your own body difficult. Karlach is able to take your ups and downs in stride - there may be a quick flash of pity when you’re not feeling well, but she doesn’t ever treat you like you’re incapable. That said, she insists that you let her know if there’s anything at all that she can do for you - she’d be happy to help!

-> [ Karlach insists that she’s not the most well-read, but she’s happy to absorb some of your knowledge. ] She’s very much the type to happily listen to whatever you might want to talk about - especially considering your wide range of interests. She feels like she’s always learning something new when she’s with you! Honestly, she didn’t have many opportunities to really dig into different subjects and study them, so a lot of the information you know is new to her. Sure, there are a few topics that can get a little difficult for her to follow if they’re particularly complex, but even in those cases she’s happy to just listen to your voice and try to comprehend as much as she can.

-> [ Karlach is the type to run headfirst into battle right alongside you. ] No judgment from her here - though you two may land yourselves into trouble at times because of this. Ah, well, you two can patch each other up after the battle. If needed, she can and will take hits for you. She knows you’re physically strong and capable of handling yourself, but she can’t help but worry about you. She knows that she can take some heavy hits anyway, so it just feels natural for her to step in. Your fighting styles also compliment each other quite well - with you providing magical damage while she hits enemies hard with weapons.

-> [ Honestly… she won’t lie, she really enjoys when you take care of her. ] Karlach has been on her own for a long time and hasn’t really had the chance for someone else to pamper her. She’s so used to not relying on anyone that it almost feels a little foreign at first, having someone so lovingly dote on her. While it takes her a bit to get used to it, she ends up just totally melting whenever you do things for her, whether it be making her food, tending to her wounds, helping her pitch her tent, or (when she’s not literally scorching hot to the touch) cuddling her and holding her close when she craves physical touch.

-> [ Speaking of cooking - she absolutely loves trying anything you make! ] She has her preferences and favorites, but she’s still pretty adventurous when it comes to food. Whenever you try out a new recipe, she insists on being your taste tester. Sometimes meals get a little… “creative” due to the fact that the group is largely foraging for ingredients, though occasionally you’re able to buy some meat or artisan goods when you’re passing through a town or larger settlement. Karlach isn’t much help with the actual cooking itself, but she’s happy to go foraging with you. Four hands are better than two!

[cosmicthoughtzalign]

Me and my friends made Pinterest boards of eachother and this is the energy they picked up from me

[herosub]

there's two flavours of herosun i love. one's the cute post-canon dynamic (plays smoothly over the wounds), and the other is just gut wrenching angst and hands in the air i just really like one over the other. like two wolves????

[carlytayjepsen]

am i the only one who didn't like barbie......

[dekresearch]

Perfectly Small: The Big Influence of the 50 ML Electrochemical Cell

In today’s electrochemistry, platinum is considered a major factor. Because titanium does not corrode easily, conducts electricity well and doesn’t change much in challenging environments, it is important in creating key electrochemical components. The Platinum Mesh Electrode is different for two main reasons: it performs very well and it fits smoothly with the modern setup of electrochemical flow cells.

[simstrouble]

Sidra Hairstyle (3 Versions) by simstrouble

A long, layered hairstyle with space bun braids and several braids of varying sizes flowing from the front part and buns, with additional bows (removable). I also added versions with Nicole Hairstyle's bangs and ombre.

Base Game Compatible

24 Swatches

All LODs, Hat Compatible, All Maps

Ombre Accessory found in Face Paint: 24 swatches + Color Wheel Enabled

Bows Add-On is found in the Hat Category, with 25 Swatches

@enriques4 offered me the frontal mesh hairs when I initially showed him what I wanted to create, and I couldn't have done this hairstyle without it. Thank you, angel; your kindness is extraordinary 🙏🏼

Three versions are shown below 👇🏼

If you can't support me, consider using my Creator Code provided by EA Creator Network: SIMSTROUBLE. Thank you nonetheless!

Download (Patreon, Free) | Instagram | Pinterest

[superrainbow06]

THIS IS SO COOL

☾Looks to the Moon☾

Really proud of how this one came out! I wanted her cloak to transition from her orange one to the white one so hopefully I conveyed that properly. I also had so much fun drawing the water hehehe

Moon is done! Pebbs is next

{Older pieces below}

[swightops]

"in every dimension, Mark Grayson falls for you, but not this one."

Shit, you think. Between all the blood and smoke, you weren't sure if colors could be vibrant anymore. No matter how many people you got to safety or buildings you stopped from falling, there was always more.

More screams, more buildings falling, more dead bodies, more chaos.

"You know, all this blood and fire makes you look so much more pretty," a voice teases. You turn, and for a split second, relief floods you before it quickly replaces itself with apprehension. Mark floats there, but he's different; he's not Mark. His hair is parted into a mohawk, and there's something else. This Mark's eyes are rabid, obsessed, and watching you like you're some type of prize.

You try not to show your apprehension, but it's hard when Mark looks at you like that—like the way he looks at Eve. "Confused, huh?" Mark teases, and he softly lands on the ground, only a couple of feet away from you. "From what I've heard, you and I aren't together in this universe. Lameass me is with Eve. So stupid," Mark says, rolling his eyes at the end. "Can't be too surprised though! This world's me is so lame and weak."

Mark goes on and on about how your world's Mark is a sniveling, weak piece of shit, but you stopped listening. You and Mark are together in a different world.

A gust of wind makes you whip around as another Mark appears before you. But like the one with a mohawk, this one isn't your world's Mark. His suit is different, a mesh of white and gray, and no mask to be found. But like the other Mark, he's staring at you like that.

"Ugh! Couldn't give us a moment alone, could you, asshole!" Mohawk Mark complains, his eyebrows furrowed, and lips pulled into a sneer. The other Mark, the one in white and gray, doesn't acknowledge the complaints and insults thrown his way. Instead, his eyes lock onto yours, and you freeze up as he steps closer to you.

"You don't look any different," is all he says before his fingers hover over your cheek. It's wrong, it's so wrong, the way your heart beats a little faster, how your cheeks flush, and how desperately you want to lean into his warmth. Mark, this Mark in front of you, has killed countless people and caused so much damage that the aftercount might be in the hundreds of thousands.

You don't get a second to react before there's another gust of wind, and yet another Mark stands there. His suit colors are now yellow and black instead of black and dark blue. His yellow cape flows behind him, and a twisted grin pulls at his face.

"y/nnnnnn," Mark calls for you, and you hate how it sounds so right, so good. Mohawk Mark and the one right next to you turn to the other one, and a split silence passes before you're dragged up into the air.

Instinctively, you push away before arms are holding yours behind your back. "Let go!" you yell, your arms straining against Mark's.

"No wayyyy, babe," the Mark with a yellow cape says, coming closer to you, his fingers twirling a curl of your hair.

"Can we just get this over with?" Mohawk Mark says, and your heart drops to your stomach as fast as it's beating.

"We're not going to hurt you," the Mark holding you says, his voice deep and his hold tightening.

"Could have fooled me," you finally say, and the two Marks in front of you laugh. The one twirling your hair stops before squishing your cheeks together and laughing again as you struggle to pull your face out of his hold.

"Still a little firecracker like I remember," he says, and you freeze. Were you with this Mark in his universe as well? And the one behind? Was the universe so cruel that you and Mark were together in every other universe except this one? The one where you chickened out of telling you how you felt, and now he was with Eve.

"Don't worry, pretty. This world's Mark is stupid enough to not make you his, but we aren't."

[ajayexplore]

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[babydollsim]

Sleek, layered style hair with a natural flow - NEW MESH  - Correct Weights / Correct uv_1 / Vertex Paint Applied / Works with sliders / Images from in game, no rendering

FREE DOWNLOAD

[chrollohearttags]

silk dreams, satin fantasies • e. jaeger

it’s your roommate’s special day and he’s requested only one gift: to unwrap his favorite ‘present’ as many times as he desires and you look forward to granting every last one of his wishes

📝: black fem!reader, roommate!eren, more free use + pure, utter filth (PWOP bc I don’t have the time tbh), breeding, lots of dirty talk, face fucking, squirting, bondage, pet play themes, collar + leash, heavy sub/dom, rough sex, spit play, so many themes, I’d be here all day

wc: 2.2K

🎙️: idk when (or if) y’all will see this but happiest of birthdays to my fav crash out and the only aries man I’ll ever love. my (second BD) eren! I miss writing regularly, specifically for him and feel like I’m losing my touch (school has truly defeated me) but I hope y’all enjoy it nonetheless.

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March 30th. A date that seemed synonymous with being a holiday…it was certainly a joyous occasion for one man. Who’d not only get to celebrate another orbit around the sun and the privilege of getting to see another year, but who would do so alongside someone he cherished dearly. 24 full hours filled with nothing but things that would bring him immense happiness and nothing would elicit that quite like having you around to help him enjoy his birthday..in more ways than one!..

“Mmmmph!—oh fuck…’m so deep in your fucking throat, baby and you’re not even gagging. What the hell..

a deep, groggy tone and nasally whimpers filled the desolate bedroom. An area that once was only utilized for sleeping because the right girl hadn’t come along in some time was now the platform for all of Eren’s filthy, depraved inner thoughts. All of which he planned to enact with (y/n), his pretty little roommate throughout the course and duration of the day. You were the most ideal gift a man could ask for..that cunt twitching at the sound of his praise and that puckering asshole suctioned around the metal plug stuffed inside of it. Courtesy of him coming into your room earlier this morning and shoving it in. Along with the first of many loads of warm seed he had poured inside of you today. It was something he did very often..sneaking into your bed to have his way with you as you remained in blissfully unaware slumber. There were times that you’d wake up to the sensation of his cum spilling out of you or wetness splattering your thighs because he’d fingered you in your sleep and those juices subconsciously spilled out. It seemed rather creepy and odd to do such a thing but you absolutely loved it! That much apparent by all of the salacious posts on your accounts all but begging him to.

hence why you were seated on your knees, thighs clenched together to avoid pathetically rutting yourself against his shoe and those big brown doe eyes fixated up at him. (Y/N) had been sporting a pink silk apron with not a single article of clothing underneath with the exception of thigh high socks; the color meshing beautifully with that decadent brown skin..luscious as ever. Long black hair flowing across your shoulders with a bang cascading over your forehead. Around your throat was a pink collar with a thin iridescent chain that was currently clenched around his tattooed knuckles to maneuver you as he saw fit. Satin lined ties binding your wrists in front of you so that he maintained full control. Looking so innocuous yet your head was filled with tons of equally disgusting thoughts. It was a fantasy he’d often dreamt about; watching a beautiful girl be domesticated just for him. Willing to cater to his every whim while looking absolutely stunning doing so. It was his birthday after all and you wanted to make it as special as possible. He did for you on the regular so it was only natural you return the favor. Even if it meant being fucked senseless on any surface at any given time, regardless of how exhausted you were! You’d been in the kitchen attempting to bake him a cake when he all but whisked you away and decided to take his treat early. Holding the end of that chain and making you crawl to him with that ass poking up in the air. He’d never seen something so sexy before in his entire life. If it wouldn’t have been such a damn shame, he would’ve combusted on the spot.

“Fuuuck..you’re doing so good, princess. Just like that..eat that fucking dick up f’r me. Oh my gosh..yes. You must want all of this cum, huh?”

seated on the bed before you, sporting nothing but black sweats that had been shuffled to his thighs with his legs spread far apart, Eren would gently tug that chain and buck his hips upward. Holding your head in place whilst meeting it with rough thrusts.

“Mmmph..fuck, of course you do. I’m just gonna keep fucking this pretty throat until I nut in it. You can take it..”

Peering over the rim of his glasses, Eren gazed down at you with full adoration..in complete awe of how you abandoned every ounce of your morals to please him. Needless to say, he was madly in love with you! He’d make good on his word when you’d feel that pulsating twitch and that same warm sensation gliding down from your jaws. Holding your head down and forcing you to swallow every drip of his seed. He’d begin to convulse and whimper, bucking his hips with a rough pace..spurting out strings of semen; even holding you in place to empty the remnants of his swollen balls into your mouth. He’d cry out, whimpering and moaning until his head would roll back onto his shoulders. For the moment, all he could do was laugh and be in awe of how amazing you were.

“Mmmm..shit. Lemme look at you..wanna see that pretty face covered.” That’s when he’d take his fingertip underneath your chin and hoist your face up. Only to be greeted by a beaming smile and those plump lips coated and smeared with precum and saliva. He’d mark your cheeks with a couple slaps before depressing your tongue using those digits and lobbying saliva into your mouth. Long strings and tiny speckles filled your tongue and you’d graciously beg for more.

“Harder, please.”

“Yeah? You like when I slap you, baby? Treat you like my little whore?..”

“Yes! Fuck..do it again.”

There was something insatiable about the both of you at the moment. The incessant urge to fuck his little toy and yours to get pounded into oblivion had reached its limit. Shoving those fingers in and out once more, he’d finally retract and replace it with his lips; pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

“C’mere..I gotta fuck you, like right now..” almost so desperate that it was adorable and funny. He’d hoist you by the restrained hands before placing you onto his mattress..pinning your legs back behind your head until you were folded. He’d grasp that chain tightly, kneeling down into the memory foam before tapping that juicy slit with the tip of his cock. It was aching and practically begging to feel your tight walls clenching around him.

“Pull my head down please..I love watching it slide in.” That sweet little voice of yours could sway him to commit murder if you desired it and without hesitation, he’d oblige. “Of course, gorgeous. Whatever you want.”

Taking that chain once more, he’d tug into you and have a perfect view of that shaft beginning to disappear between into that tight hole. Still a bit sensitive from that orgasm before, he’d make home inside of you before releasing a loud groan. You truly did bring out his worst. Leaning down, he’d clutch your throat and initiate another kiss before beginning to move. The sensation of that first thrust elicited a sharp gasp from you both simultaneously but staring into your eyes whilst getting to drill your shit was all the motivation he needed to push through.

“You’re so fucking tight..no wonder I can’t stop breeding you. Goddamn..”

(Y/N)’s breath would catch in your throat as those deep strokes slowly infiltrated your soft folds. The feeling was indescribable. That hard, thick cock stretching you open; swollen mushroom tip only inches away from your spot already and the result was silky cream pooling around his shaft. He wasn’t much in the way of being gentle today..he needed to break his pretty little slut! So much so, Eren had found himself with one foot planted on the bed in order to get deep as possible.

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s the fucking spot. That pussy feels amazing…you’re creaming too..I love it.”

But he wasn’t the only one feeling the effects..as you were clawing at his abs with those bound wrists ringling around.

“You get me so fucking wet, I swear— ‘s so deep in me, gonna make me come..”

“You like when I dig you out, gorgeous? Look how you keep sucking me back in..”

“Yes daddy, I love it when you fuck this tight pussy.”

at that moment, drool would begin seeping down the corners of your mouth and that fucked out state would fall cast over your face; that tongue wagging and jolting. Your body jolted back and forth, meeting his thrusts..those veiny, inked hands groping your plump tits and ripping them out of the confines of that apron in a matter of seconds. He loved how soft and pillowy they looked bouncing around. He could remain in this like this forever with you and never grow tired. Fastening the grip on that chain, Eren would pull you closer once more and quicken his pace. He’d speed up and feed you deeper, much rougher strokes.

“And I love when you call me that…makes me wanna get your pretty ass pregnant. That’ll be the best present ever.”

letting out a soft cackle, he’d shove his fingers in your mouth..thrusting them in and out to pacify your loud moans. It was honestly such a beautiful sight..watching the subtle tears flow down your cheek and that smile stretch across your lips. He wanted this to be the memory imprinted in his mind when he thought back to his birthday. Seeing you happy, those sweet eyes staring back at him full of adoration and lust, not to mention getting the privilege of doing all of these salacious things with you.

“But first, I need you to come on this dick, baby..make that shit squirt for me.” In a subtle motion, he’d reach down to unfasten your rope, freeing your hands for the sole purpose of aiding him. Those rough strokes began to penetrate your spot to draw it forth. Meanwhile, he didn’t even need to instruct you on what to do next.

“There you go, rub that fucking clit, bitch. Get yourself there f’r me.” Fully aware of just how turned on being called out of your name got you. He certainly didn’t make a habit of it outside of sex but here, nothing was off limits and he knew that you’d do anything to please him. So much so, that you’d plead for more strings of saliva in between your jaws to slicken up that swollen bud. Your chest, still being groped by his palms, began to heave and you’d cry out his name as you felt that climax only seconds away from barreling out.

“Oh God! ‘m coming, daddy, fuck fuck!—“ in that moment, it was as if everything in the room faded to black and the world stopped moving momentarily. The only thing you could feel was a damp warmth forming underneath you as those streams of juices spilled all over the place. Shooting directly against his abs and so powerful, it sent that plug flying out of your other entrance.

“Aw, there you go, baby, I know. I know it feels amazing..you earned that nut, you’ve worked so hard for it.” Talking you through that insane orgasm as you struggled to come back to reality. Once you did however, you’d find yourself rewarded with a barrage of sloppy kisses. Whispering sweet nothings and ‘I love you’s’ through the sound of your soft cries, he'd wipe those tears from underneath your eyes and make certain that you were alright.

“Here, let’s take a break. Let me grab you some water.” Traipsing over to the nightstand as he struggled to capture his own breath. Retrieving the cool liquid, he’d tilt it back and let it flow into your mouth..swallowing the much needed source of hydration.

“Good girl, there you go. Just breathe for me..” that deep voice so stern yet comforting. It was no wonder you fell apart and would give anything to live in his skin!

“I-I’m sorry! I came so hard—“ but he was quick to denounce your apology. You’d done nothing but everything he’d asked today, even at the expense of his own bedsheets. Gently caressing yiur cheek, Eren would chuckle and reassure you that it was all fine. Because not only was this the best celebration he could’ve possibly asked for…

“..hey, it’s alright, princess. You’ve been incredible. Please don’t be sorry, I’m so proud of you right now. I love you so much. Thank you for making this birthday so special.”

but because little did you know…

“Besides, we’ve got plenty of time for you to rest. I’m just getting started..I haven’t even gotten the chance to do all of the nasty shit I want to. Just wait.”

there was a lot more in store!

[dekresearch]

Clean Energy Frontiers: How These Technologies Enable Breakthroughs

In the world of electrochemistry, two components stand out for their versatility and performance: the Platinum mesh electrode and Electrochemical Flow Cell. Together, they enable groundbreaking research in energy storage, electrosynthesis, and environmental monitoring by combining superior conductivity with controlled reaction environments.

[aeyliiabridal]

Summer Bridal Collection | Wedding Dresses

by @aeyliiabridal

Let your love story bloom with our new summer wedding dresses! Flowing silhouettes and light, airy fabrics create a look that's perfect for warm days. Find your dream dress for a beach ceremony, garden wedding, and everything in between.

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Huge thank you to @sifix for creating these meshes

Photos by @matchasimss

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[haveihitanerve]

pt 3! @ineveryfandom jason as you asked...

Bruce, predictably, finally broke. "What does that mean??" He asked, baffled, but stayed in place at Dick's side, shooting an exasperated look over his shoulder at Steph and Tim.

Dick smiled, looking slightly loopy, like maybe he was high or something. Bruce was getting increasingly more concerned.

Tim groaned, and got to his feet, stretching. His body was still deliciously sore and achy from his own experience with Bruce, leftover warmth cradling his joints and massaging his back with delightful little squeezes.

"Why do you have to be such a detective?" Steph groused, also standing, and they ambled over, standing over the two fighters.

Dick stayed in his spot on the floor, a wonderfully dazed expression on his face, letting his body completely relax against the floor, leaning so that his head was in Bruce's lap.

Bruce let out a little huff, but started carding his fingers through his son's hair anyway, ridiculously, disgustingly fond in Tim's opinion, before looking up at them expectantly.

"Fine. Fine!" Steph threw her hands up, plopping down next to him on the mat, and stole his hand from Dick's chest, intertwining his fingers with her own.

"Hey!" Dick complained, voice slightly slurred, eyes still glazed. Bruce was getting very worried.

"You have a hand!" Steph pointed out, letting out a quiet breath as her fingers curled fully around Bruce's. Dick let out a grumble but let it go, too entranced by the movement on his scalp.

Tim huffed a laugh as he dropped, shaking his head at them. Bruce cleared his throat.

Tim looked at Steph. She waved her other hand at him, humming absently as she leaned against Bruce. "You tell it." She murmured, rubbing against Bruce's arm like an affectionate cat. "I don't think I can formulate words like this, and you'll say it better anyway."

Tim rolled his eyes at the clearly false statement, but reluctantly faced Bruce, fingers picking at his sleeves. "Um. Well." He hesitated, looking at Dick. As though facing Bruce directly was too much. "You know how you were hit by that curse?"

Bruce hummed the affirmative, waiting. He had puzzled out that much for himself, thanks.

Tim's cheeks colored as though hearing the silent thoughts, fiddling with one of the many rings that littered his fingers. "Well uh... y'know how she told you it just like.. sent out warmth?" Tim waited for another nod. "She kinda... I mean she didn't lie, exactly, it does feel warm, but like-"

"Basically when we touch you we can feel your emotions towards us." Steph cut him off, finally deciding that her explanation would be less muddled than Tim's.

Tim nodded his agreement, and Dick lifted a lazy finger, still acting too suspiciously drunk for Bruce's liking. "So that's what this is." He murmured, a smile crossing his face. "Huh." He tilted his head back, smiling dreamily at Bruce. "I love you too Dad."

When it registered that they weren't, actually, messing with him, Bruce jerked away, scrambling up and retreating to the other side of the mat as he realized the implications of their words. Dick let out a muttered curse as his head thumped against the mat, and Steph almost fell on top of him, caught off balance.

"What the hell?" She scowled at him, and Dick followed suit, sitting up to glare at his father.

Bruce was shaking his head, holding up his hands as though to ward them off. "N-no." And if his voice hadn't been shaking, they would've advanced on him. As it was, they stayed seated, watching him.

"My-my brain is n-not a pleasant place to be." Bruce's hands were actively shaking, and he lowered them to his sides, fists clenching. "I-you shouldn't have-" He seemed infinitely afraid and guilty all at once.

"Bruce." Tim's voice was firm. "Look at me."

After a moments hesitation, Bruce did, eyes guilt ridden, hands clenched at his side.

"Look at us." Tim continued, gesturing at himself, Steph, and Dick. "Do we look repulsed?" Bruce frowned at the odd question, then after a beat shook his head. "Do we look like we wanted to pull away from you?" Another head shake. "Did we, at any time, make you think that when we were touching you, we weren't enjoying it?" An infinitely small head shake.

Dick sighed, standing slowly, as though not to spook a frightened animal. Bruce felt like a frightened animal, ready to bolt at any loud noise. But Dick approached slowly, calm.

"Bruce. I know it's hard- I know you don't want to think about it, to talk about it. I know you think you are wrong and bad and everything you have ever done to us, or in our vicinity was harmful in some way. But look at me." He took Bruce's hand in his own, gently, and Bruce trembled.

"Look at me." Dick whispered, swallowing as the sudden wave of distinct warmth Steph and Tim had told him about flooded into him. "Do you want to know what I feel when I touch you? What your emotions reveal to me?"

Bruce looked very much like he did not, but Dick continued anyway, unbothered. "I feel pride, firstly. Then..." Dick blinked, caught off guard by whatever emotion he had just identified. "Awe.." He mumbled, smiling faintly. "You're in awe of me?" He mumbled, laughing lightly.

Bruce finally found his voice. "Of course." His voice was rough, lacking its usual silky smooth timbre, but no less soothing. "I am in awe of you everyday. Of all of you. Of the work you do..."

Dick chuckled lightly, squeezing his hand. "And yet you think yourself so wrong." He muttered, almost sadly, mostly to himself. Baffled.

"You want to know what I feel?" Steph asked as she stood as well, wandering over. Bruce seemed almost more afraid of her verdict.

"I feel... admiration. Confidence. Like you... like you're sure of me. Proud of who I am. Proud of who I've become. Not afraid to let the world see me at your side because you are confident in my abilities, in me." Her voice caught, and she grabbed Bruce's another hand, squeezing tight. As if she could squeeze back her own emotions into him. Make him see. To feel how much that meant.

Bruce's eyes were wet, and he choked out a hollow laugh. "Of course I am!" He rasped. "I would never be ashamed of you Stephanie. Of any of you."

Tim completed the circle around him, wrapping his arms around Dick and Steph's shoulders as though hoping they would be a conduit of Bruce's warmth. "Bruce, you care about us. You love us. We know it. But that, overwhelmingly, is what I felt. That you love me. Us. And that... that means so much." His voice faltered, and Dick wrapped his free arm around his brothers waist, taking over for him as Tim buried his face in his shoulder.

"Bruce, we know you love us. But to feel it? So unbridled like this?" He laughed, shrugging. "I don't know. It just... it means a lot. And we are not afraid of you. We love you too. Please. Please let us have this. For us. But for yourself too."

Bruce swallowed, but after a slow, achingly quiet moment, pried his hand from Stephanies, and gently touched Tim's cheek.

The teenager froze, body locking up for a fraction of a second, before he practically melted, leaning into the touch like he was an addict and Bruce was his drug.

And to see it in this light... in their light...

Footsteps clomped down the stairs and they all turned as Jason ambled down the steps, pausing with a raised eyebrow when he spotted them.

"What kind of weird cult meeting have I stumbled into?" He questioned, and if his concern weren't evident, they would have expected him to turn around and leave.

Steph opened her mouth to answer, but Bruce pushed between them, stepping forward. Jason eyed him warily.

Relations between the two had... improved, so to speak. Jason visited the manor more frequently, as evident, was able to work together with Bruce, and even came over to family dinners every Friday, and had managed to fall into an easy, less tense than before banter with Bruce.

It wasn't perfect, but it was progress, and that was all they could ask for. For now at least.

Bruce started forward slowly, and Tim frowned, moving to intercept him, but Dick caught his arm, giving a quick jerk of his head. No matter what happened, this was Bruce's decision, and how Jason handled it was up to him. This was between them. No one else.

Jason waited patiently, eyebrows drawn together in confusion, eyes darting over to the others every few seconds, but stayed. Bruce stopped, right in front of him, and the two sized each other up for a few seconds in silence.

"I was hit by a curse." Bruce's voice split the silence like a knife, and Steph almost groaned at how it ruined the cinematography of the moment, but Dick couldn't stifle his smile. Of course. It was all about consent for Bruce. He wouldn't force anything on Jason that he didn't want. Especially not his emotions.

Jason's eyebrows had risen in unison, and he watched, waiting for the climax, the punchline of the joke.

"The curse makes anyone who comes in contact with me feel whatever emotions I have for them, in the moment, and perhaps even prior." Bruce continued, eyes glued to Jason's face, searching for any sign to step back, to retreat. To stop.

Jason's eyebrows reached his hairline, but he didn't back away. Didn't throw a smoke bomb(as he had done twice before) and disappear.

Bruce swallowed. "I'm going to hug you now, Jason." He whispered.

Tim was too far away to tell, but he almost swore Jason's breath hitched. That it became a little erratic.

No one dared to breathe as Bruce slowly leaned in, and even the bats at the top of the cave paused their rustling for a moment.

Bruce's hugs were precise and enveloping. Cradling. His arms wrapped around Jason's torso slowly, hand snaking up to cup the back of his head.

Tim wasn't sure if either one was breathing. He certainly wasn't.

Bruce's fingertips finally grazed Jason's skin, hand cupping his neck. Jason's knees buckled as his arms snagged out for purchase to keep him afloat. That stability just so happened to be Bruce, and he slammed forward, collapsing into the hug.

Tim didn't have super hearing, but he was almost 100% sure he heard his brother mutter, "Oh fuck."

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(anon that is writing the split emotions!bruce fic here) YOU ARE GIVING ME TOO MANY BRAIN WORMS

THEY SCREAM WITH IDEAS

SO I SHALL PLUCK ONE OUT AND GIVE TO U

Bruce gets Magic-ed to make others be able to feel his emotions if they make skin to skin contact

He does a bunch of tests to see if he's safe to be around since doesn't know the exact spell he got hit by and eventually Z gives him the green light to head back home

He gets out of his suit and the rest depends on the first batkid that he runs into

Just really want them to be able to feel the love, pride, worry, and fondness he's terrible at expressing (and them [un]subtlety trying to feel his emotions towards them again)

URGH NOOO!!!

Because this could go so many ways... fuck

Zatanna waved the stick around his face one last time, almost colliding with his nose, and Bruce did his best not to flinch. "Its called a wand." She growled under her breath, as though hearing his thoughts, but Bruce wasn't much interested in what the damned thing was called.

He knew she was being so careless on purpose, maybe even hoping she'd accidentally give him a good whack, but Bruce wasn't taking any chances bringing home some dangerous magical curse, so she would do her scans as many times until he was satisfied.

"There." She huffed, sacking back into her chair, and offered him a bland smile. "Completely harmless. I told you Bruce. The only thing this weird ass "curse" can do is warmth." Bruce raised a skeptical eyebrow, as he had done when she'd first told him.

"Warmth?" He echoed hollowly, doubtful still. Zatanna rolled her eyes, smacking a hand to his forearm. Immediately, Bruce felt his blood buzz under his skin, forearms tightening. Zatanna let out a little sigh, smiling at him faintly, but it was more sincere than before.

"Yep!" She popped the p and stood, suddenly more energized. "Just passes over some warmth." Her smile didn't seem all too truthfully, but Bruce doubted her sudden good mood would last if he demanded another check.

"Alright." He sighed, finally standing, and Zatanna tapped him fondly on his chest.

"Just because you have seen the bad consequences of magic does not mean it can't be good." She murmured. "And this is a good one!" She grinned, smile almost too wide. Too mischievous. Bruce's eyes narrowed. He'd seen the expression one too many times on his children's faces to not be wary. "It's been cold in Gotham recently, maybe this will be a blessing for your home." Zatanna distracted innocently, opening the door to impolitely tell him to leave.

"Hn." Bruce hummed back, slipping his cowl back over his head, his gloves following. "Thank you Z." Her smile softened as she leaned against the door, though her eyes still sparkled in the dim glow of the streetlights.

"Anytime B. It should wear off in a few days. Until then, enjoy it." And the door was closed in his face. Bruce huffed in amusement, tugging out his grapple gun and swinging towards the Manor.

"Oracle?" He clicked his back teeth, coms activating. "Am I all clear to head home?" Barbara hummed back confirmation, the familiar and soothing sound of her typing quickly filling his ears.

"Yeah- hey can you swing by quickly? There's a package for Dick and I won't see him until later, I'd rather he get it now." Bruce rolled his eyes but obediently switched routes, running along the familiar roofs that led to the Clock Tower.

"I'm not an errand boy for y'alls love letters you know." He grumbled, even as he undid the hatch and slipped inside the slightly warmer confines of their communication tower.

Barbara grinned at him from the computer, spinning in her wheelchair to roll over to the couch and grab a small rectangular package. "Long day today or why am I being greeted by the Gotham "y'all"?"

Bruce rolled his eyes again, accepting the small parcel and wedging it under his arm. "Hilarious." He grumbled, leaning forward to capture Babs in a quick hug.

She started at the sudden embrace, but quickly relaxed, arms circling around his waist in a known fashion. "Any particular reason?" Her voice was muffled by his suit, but Bruce heard her anyway.

He shrugged, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head before pulling away. Babs blinked, dazed, her hands fluttering near her head for a second, and she regarded him oddly.

"Just missing my kids." He murmured, one leg already out the window again. Barbara waggled her finger in his direction, already over her momentary lack of composure that Bruce wasn't quite sure where it originated from.

"Haven't adopted me yet!" She cried, faux dramatics and outrage. Bruce just lifted the package in response.

"If he doesn't hurry I will." It was an empty threat, seeing as both Barbara was already a legal adult and had a father of her own, but the emotion behind it was all that mattered. Barbara laughed, waving him away.

"Good night B." He smiled, slipping back into the night. His pace to the Manor increased, as Zatanna was right, it had grown exponentially chilly recently, and it was only a few minutes before he'd reached the cave and slipped inside.

"B-man!" Bruce almost jumped, almost, but the subtle flinch was enough to send Stephanie to the floor, cackling with laughter. "OH that's my best moment yet!" She cheered from the floor, grinning up at him as he loomed over her, glowering.

"Good evening." She greeted, sticking her hand up as though to shake, or ask to stand. Bruce rolled his eyes and ignored both, side stepping the child on the floor to place the package for Dick on the bat-table.

Steph sighed dramatically from where she lay on the ground, and shuffled her feet so that she was at a better angle to look at him. "Rough day today huh Boss?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow as he slipped off his cowl, depositing it onto the table as well. "Why are you here Stephanie?" Steph pouted, even going so far as to cross her arms.

"Sick of me already are we?" There was distinct teasing in her tone, but enough vulnerability that Bruce didn't immediately agree. Instead he rolled his eyes again, pretending he hadn't heard the moment of weakness.

"Stephanie I'm afraid you've grown on me. Like a tumor." He deadpanned instead, spinning in his chair once before smacking his feet to the ground to halt it, and leveled a hard look at her. "In order for me to be sick of you, I'd have to remove a piece of myself."

Steph laughed, and if her voice was a little scratchy he ignored that too. She lunged to her feet, using the trick Dick had taught all Robins at some point, and Bruce turned back to the computer as she draped herself across the back of his chair.

She and Dick scared him, sometimes, with their utter lack of bones. They were both limber to an incredible degree, and having lived under Selina's guidance for over a year, Steph was very much catlike in her movements, currently arching her back as she lolled over his chair. Bruce didn't even want to know how she managed to stay balanced.

"Bring me anything fun from patrol?" she asked after a few seconds of silence as Bruce filled out the usual after-patrol forms. He glanced at her, unimpressed. "From patrol?" He repeated, playing dumb.

Steph rolled her eyes. "Oh come on Boss. Don't play dumb. Did anyone have anything fun?" Bruce rolled his eyes(if he did it any more he feared they'd fall out of his head), returning his attention to his spreadsheet.

"You know my stance on taking things from the people of Gotham." Steph scoffed, rolling off the chair and instead taking a seat on the table, lounging across it.

"They're criminals." She pointed out, like they hadn't had variations of this conversation almost once a week since he'd met her.

Bruce sent her an unimpressed look. "By most people's standards, so are we." he pointed out, his usual argument. Steph rolled her eyes, dropping down onto the table, effectively cutting off his access to typing.

"Can we just skip the fight today and go to what you got me?" She asked hopefully, smiling up at him. Bruce frowned at her, tugging his hands back from where she'd flopping on top of them. Her smile widened.

Bruce sighed, tugging off his gloves, and reached into one of his pockets. Steph squealed, sitting up, hands out expectantly.

"This doesn't mean I took it from anyone." He warned. Steph chuckled. "Ok old man- ya bought it. Fair and square. I got it. But you still got something for me!" He had no counter for that, so he reluctantly handed over the small gadget he'd purchased a few days ago when he'd been window shopping with Harley.

Steph stared at the small wad of black fabric, her face lighting up as she unveiled its contents. "Lock picks?" She gasped, looking at him with pure delight. Bruce nodded the affirmative.

"State of the art. I know your old ones are-" Before he could explain his observation and why he'd bought the little treasure for her(a remnant of their Batman and Robin days when she'd dropped little trinkets into the pockets that she'd stolen from criminals they'd apprehended and he started returning the gesture with his own gifts) her arms were around his neck in a hug.

Bruce startled in surprise, and his blood buzzed as her arms came into direct contact with his skin, but hugged her back. Before he had fully wrapped his arms around her though, Steph flinched back, eyes wide.

"What was that." She whispered, breathless, hand clasped tightly around his gift. Bruce frowned, before he realized what she was asking.

"Apologies for not informing you." Bruce apologized. "It's why I was home so late, Zatanna was checking it was nonlethal. I was hit with a spell that makes me exude warmth when I come into direct contact with someone." He explained. Stephanie's eyes narrowed at him.

"Is that what you'd call it?" She muttered, eyes dancing around nervously. Bruce frowned, hand reaching to touch his neck where she'd touched.

"Is.. everything alright? That's what Zatanna said it did.." he repeated doubtfully.

Steph let out a humorless laugh. "Of course she did. Fu-" Bruce sent her a warning look. "Frickin witch." Steph hastened. He nodded, a small smile curling his lips.

"Well, what did you feel?" Bruce asked, curious now. Steph hesitated, hands bunching her shirt.

"i- uh. I felt. Warm." She whispered. "Yeah... I guess. I guess I did feel warm." A small smile tugged her lips. "Zatanna was right. It does provide warmth to whoever touches you Bruce. You provide warmth."

Bruce frowned at the strange phrasing, and the sudden agreement with Zatanna when she'd previously been so vehemently against it, but as Stephanie hesitantly curled up again in his arms, muttering a thank you for her new lock picks, Bruce decided the issues wasn't worth pushing. Not so long as it wasn't bringing her any harm.

-ugh so that did not go in a way i'd planned actually- im not upset about it, it's fine and I actually did want Stephanie and Babs to be the focus of this one because my girls get way too little time with their not-dad for my liking, but it did spiral a little in the middle there and I took a second to get it back on track- anyway thanks/no thanks for infecting me with that little brain bug, but i enjoyed writing it at least!