#ooc.: no problem!

[blondie-drawings]

working on some silly tlt memes for my friend's bday and I liked how this one came out 🥲

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

anyways good episode

[hexxedcore]

18+ MDNI

caitlyn, who is shameless in pampering you and spoiling you. you deserve only the best, of course, and with her family luxury it isn’t as though the expenses will be missed by her parents.

caitlyn, who makes sure her purchases are going to good use by making you test out each pair of lacy navy panties she buys with her.

caitlyn, who indulges in a well-deserved form of stress relief in the shape of you after coming home from her new demanding position beside ambessa. who essentially gets pussy drunk after driving you past your fragile limits.

caitlyn, who takes advantage of her family’s spacious mansion to take you just about anywhere and everywhere should the desire arise. tobias still refuses to sit on the common room lounge.

caitlyn, who apologises for each hour she was away by punctuating them in kisses up your thighs before she eats you out. who takes you with the hunger of a starving woman.

[multi-fandom-lunatic]

chat please. tam smiles. tam makes jokes. it is possible for tam to be happy without a love interest coming along and making him happy.

[thevoidstaredback]

Part 3

Now, Danny has a horrible sense of time. If he can't see the stars, he can't tell time without a clock. But, he was sure it'd been hours by now. Hours of sitting in the dark, ignoring Cassandra and they still weren't leaving him alone.

And Danny was hoping to sleep that night. Looks like that's not happening.

At some point, Danny couldn't say when, Cassandra had left the closet, though they left the door open. They'd come back in a bit later. They told him that they'd unblocked the door, but that no one was going to come in.

Danny hated that. He'd curled further into himself.

He'd toyed with the idea of just going intangible and invisible and just noping out of there, but he wouldn't be able to until Cassandra left him the hell alone. Something they were very much not doing.

"I know it's hard to be in a new place," this was another attempt to get him to speak. It would fail like all the other times. "We're not trying to hold you here against your will. You're not a prisoner."

Distantly, he wondered what Talia had told Damian about his coming to stay the summer in Gotham. Danny was very much there against his will, only going along with what Talia wanted because she had people watching his actual family. She wanted him to get along with Damian, to become an ally to the Bat that he can call upon at any give and time. She wanted him to be at their every beck-and-call like he refused to be for the League. Deathstroke wanted him to kill them from the inside out.

It's a miracle those two ever got along long enough to agree to use their collective DNA to create him. A clone he may be, but he still has two parents.

"I don't know what lie you guys were told," he whispered into the darkness, "nor do I care. Stop trying to get answers because I'm not giving them to you."

"You're scared, I get it-"

"I'm not fucking scared!" He shouted, "Get the hell out and leave me the fuck alone!"

He breathed heavy, hiding his face back in his arms. He heard Cassandra stand, open the door, leave, and close the door behind themself. Then, following their footsteps, he heard the door to the room he'd been forced into unlock, open, and then close again.

Invisible, he uncurled and left the closet. He was quick to lock and block the door again. Then, he activated his flight ability and used the broken window to climb up onto the roof.

It was night. No matter that Bristol was across the river, not even attached to Gotham Proper, he couldn't see the stars through the smog. Not even from the highest spire of the Manor.

"This sucks," he whispered.

A snort from the window in the tower below him. "Don't I know it." Danny stiffened, but didn't otherwise react. "The name's Jason. Don't use the roof to hide from vigilantes." They pulled themself out of the window and climbed up to sit near him. The closest they could get was the roof top. They whistled appreciatively. "You must have the best balance in the word to be sitting up there, kid."

"Don't call me kid."

They shrugged and sat down, "Cass said you've been hiding in your closet all day," they said, "She also said you told her you're not scared."

Danny scowled. "Did she also tell you that I told her to fuck off? Because I thought I was very clear about that."

Jason didn't react to the language he'd used. "She said you're acting pretty scared."

"I'm not-!"

"'Scared'. That's what everyone says."

"You're not listening." Danny growled at them. They shut up. "I'm not scared. I'm avoiding you because I don't want to be here."

It was quiet for a moment. Then, "Then leave."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

He didn't say anything. It would get back to Damian who would tell Talia. She'd probably kill Jazz or Dani out of spite.

Jason hummed. "I think it's a bit more than that."

"Think what you want."

"I will." They stood. "I'm gonna go tell the rest you've left your room. Dickie bird's been sulking for hours because you won't talk to him. Everyone's been excited to meet their new brother-"

Danny's powers lashed out as he bristled, freezing the spire and rooftop he and Jason were on. "I'm not your brother!"

"Woah!" Jason threw their hands up to catch their balance. "Chill, dude."

He scowled at the pun. It was funny, but he hadn't felt like laughing since Talia dragged him away from his home with little to no notice.

Jason caught their balance, then sighed. "Don't stay out here too late, yeah?"

Danny watched them pick their way across the ice before climbing down to the tower window. He let his invisibility wash over him as he got more comfortable on the rounded off spike he'd claimed. He'd stay out as long as he damn well pleased, Jason. No one gets to tell him what to do.

Part 5

[limboni]

"The rumour goes" 1-2/3

Next ->

[bigfatbreak]

theres a saguaro skeleton in a lot near my house and its taking all my power to not hustle over there and steal a few ribs

[misty-memories09]

He's such a cutie, yay, what makes me mad is that his hair is still short as hell, in the show his hair grows like there's no tomorrow but now there's literally been AGES.

when do we get this flowy beautiful hair in the comics like damn!

[whos-the-seme]

"You promised!" Shang Qinghua, despite his efforts, couldn't stop the gasping sobs. "You said you wouldn't leave me behind again! And then you died then and you're dying now and you promised!"

Shen Yuan reached for the other, fighting through the darkness and blurriness encroaching his vision. He managed to grasp his best friend's cheek, weak fingers brushing away the falling tears. "I'm sorry--"

"No! You don't get to be sorry," Shang Qinghua tried to sneer but his face crumpled instead. He didn't shake off Shen Yuan's hand. "This is the second time you're leaving. That's all you know how to do, isn't it? All you do is run away!"

"Qinghua--" Shen Yuan tried to say, but began to cough, hand falling away. The pain was unbearable and it was making it difficult to take in air. Shang Qinghua immediately reached out to steady him as Shen Yuan hacked out his lungs. In between each new flare of pain that swam along with every cough, Shen Yuan could make out the mumbles of his best friend.

"I didn't mean it, please, I didn't mean it, please not now, I didn't mean to say that, I'm sorry, please, please..."

This was familiar. The pain, the loss of breath, even his best friend beside him, keeping him upright. All that was missing was the hospital bed and the frantic beeping of machines. No nurses coming to save his ass now in this forest.

Shen Yuan briefly lost consciousness and when he came back to himself, vision clearing a little, he found Shang Qinghua holding his wrist, pouring more qi into him. As if they hadn't already discovered that qi transfers didn't work when the thing taking all of his was the poison of a Soul-Sucking Bewildered-beest. Shang Qinghua could've tried to get him back to the sect but Shen Qingqiu would have been long drained of qi and, most importantly, dead by then. He couldn't fly and transfer qi at the same time.

It only prolonged the inevitable.

"S-stop," he said, weakly pushing at Shang Qinghua's hand. The other ignored him. "You're gonna d-drain yourself. And then you won't be able to get back at all."

"I don't care," Shang Qinghua said. Shen Yuan wondered how long he had lost consciousness for, as the tear tracks on Shang Qinghua's face were now mostly dry. "You promised."

"I know," Shen Yuan didn't apologize again. "But you know it's not gonna work. And I'd rather you return, at least." He could feel his eyelids getting heavy.

Shang Qinghua let go of him only to throw up his hands in anger. Fresh tears were starting to spill down his cheeks again. "So what? I just leave you here to die without even trying?" He balled up his fists. "Typical. You always think that your actions won't affect other people."

Shen Yuan got the sense that Shang Qinghua was referring to something else, but his mind was starting to get too muddy to think of what. Breathing was getting a little harder. A lot harder.

"Qinghua. A-Hua, please listen to me. C-could you come kneel down next to me? Right here." He waited until Shang Qinghua lowered himself a bit, still frowning, before gently placing his forehead against the other peak lord's. "Listen to me, okay? I know I broke my promise again. But you've found me before and I trust you'll find me again." He said between gasps of air.

"A-Yuan--"

"We've met again and again... and we'll keep meeting. I k-know it." Gasp. Cough. "Beyond all ideas of... right and wrong, there's a field." Vision dimming. Grasp slackening. "I'll be... waiting for you... there."

"A-Yuan?"

"..."

"A-Yuan!?"

"..."

A wail broke through the serenity of the forest.

[local-x-reader]

He can see it in your eyes, the glassiness to the gaze, the tears welling up in the corners. You want to cry, that much he can see, he’s no fool to it.

No words are needed, you take a step closer to him, and a few more steps, until you’re right in front of him, gaze locked to the floor because it’s so much easier to look at it than at him, to meet his gaze.

Because you knew, you knew if you met his eyes, you’d feel obligated to explain why you want to cry, why you need to sob…

But despite what you felt, you knew he didn’t need it, he would only want it when you were ready to talk about it.

He didn’t force you to meet his gaze, didn’t force you to explain, didn’t make you feel required to talk. it was just silence, hanging between the two of you, his gaze on you, your gaze on the floor.

He just lifted his arms, wrapping around you, keeping you safe from the world in his embrace. His hands finding the small of your back, your head tilting into his chest, sobbing softly into his shirt, staining the fabric with your tears.

It was just you and him.

No required explanation, no words spoken for him to know you needed comfort. He’d never make you talk, but he’d always be ready to listen if you ever wanted to.

[couch-house]

wanted to play with how blaze would fit into stc, so I finally got around to watching a longplay of sonic rush. i hated it. the writing made me so mad. so here's a couple fleetway blaze doodles and a LOT of "here's how i would fix this story" doodles

[askoverkill]

The urge to draw pretty outfits has an iron grip on your psyche

// brother you don't even know 😭

[coquetteletters]

Thinking about the fact that in s1ep6 when Barry burns Rafe's arm, poor baby probably had to bandage himself up all by himself. It just makes me so sad for no reason because Rafe's always alone and he literally has zero support system. And, his hands were shaking when he attempted to steal from his dad's office and when Ward catches him, he doesn't even look concerned or notice the burnt arm of his son??? Something about that just makes me so mad and sad like wtf. Rafe needs a big hug, man. I soo wanna be his stress reliever, his balm that calms him and more. I am literally not normal about this man. Like imagine someone burning ur arm on a fucking motorbike and having no one to turn to but yourself :(

[flamingpudding]

do you still take requests? if you do can you write your take on this idea https://www.tumblr.com/ilydana/746501696852819968/cloneclonedbatman?source=share

Thanks for the Ask! That's is an interesting one!

Also as long as I can write something to it I don't mind getting requests, if I can't I will let people know if I can. So no worries about that K?

Out of courtesy and because I believe its is the right thing to do here the Link and a Tag to the original writer @ilydana I hope you don't mind that I am taking inspiration from you for this.

Also I don't know Conners Timeline well and I like to base my writings on the Wayne Family Adventures settings so.... yea sorry if I got some facts wrong....

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Clone double Wamy

Thinks were never easy for the Waynes, Bruce realised that when he sat in the meeting room. Usually he would have confronted his best friend in a more private setting, like when it was just the two of them or only Diana with them. But his best friend had been grating on his nerves with this for a while now. Bruce had honestly believed Clark had gotten better with the whole Clone thing but apparently he hadn't.

"All I am saying is that Conner is a person and to stop referring to him as 'it'." Bruce wasn't sure what had this brought on but maybe it was also having listened to his own kids rants about the way Conner had been and sometimes still was treated by Clark. Usually when someone called his friend out on it he would laugh awkwardly and say it was a slip of the tongue. That he still wasn't completely used to the idea of having a clone.

It's been years and Bruce wasn't buying that excuse anymore.

Well his persistent nagging had now caused this petty fight in front of everyone. He knew his children present, Dick and Tim, would have his back as well as most of their friends. But he also knew that those that prefer to keep the peace would try to argue in Clarks favor to sweep this hole problem under the rug once more.

"You don't get what it is like to be cloned or how long it takes to get used to it!"

His eye twitched under his cowl, he could also feel his kids tense up, especially Tim. His entire family had expirence when it came to cloning. The number of labs from the LoA they had shut down and destroyed was a testament to it. But there was one thing his entire Family aside from Alfred didn't know either.

"I actually do."

He stated calmly watching Clarks reaction as he stared unwaveringly at his best friend. He could see the colour drain, the paling and the pure look of disbelief he was getting, while Nightwing and Red Robin stood up to stand behind him with crossed arms. They probably thought he was referencing the time they had to fight Damian's Clones that sadly couldn't be saved like Conner had been.

"What do you....?" His best friend started but wasn't able to finish his question as Bruce decided to rip the bandaid off.

"The original Bruce Wayne died before he even was one month old. My parents, unable to cope with the loss cloned the baby with the help of a pair of scientist from Illinois." If the situation was different he might have laughed into the faces the people around him were making, not very Batman like of him but it was kind of funny. Still he was thankful for the comforting hand his son, Dick, placed on his shoulder or the way his other son, Tim inched closer protectively like. These two while probably shocked still stood by his side.

"And i was not the only clone that resulted from my parents original grief."

He left it at that as he stood and left the meeting without any further explanation. Bruce had made his point clear, now the ball was in his friends court. He was thankful that his kids followed him out as he went straight to the Zeta-Tubes to return to the Batcave. He knew his kids had questions for him, but he was not willing to answer them in front of the other heroes and thankfully his kids knew that that. So they silently followed him until they were back to the cave.

"B?" Dick asked tentatively once they were back in the came.

"It is as simply as I stated. My parents grieved the loss of their original son and unable to cope they cloned their own child with the help of a pair of scientist." He reiterated his earlier statement not looking at the two at first. For a brief moment he was thankful his other kids were out and about busy with other things.

"A pair of scientists?" Tim propped further and Bruce sighed wondering how much he should tell or if he could keep some things secret.

"Family actually. Estranged but they were... are family." He nodded. "The Fentons. Jack Fenton was my fathers cousin. Because of his field of research he got estranged from the family, not fitting into the perfect image my great grandparents had in mind for the Waynes originally. My father contacted him for help regarding the cloning back then."

"You said you weren't the only one?" He gave Tim a small smile, it was just like him to catch on to the small details and focus his questions on that.

"I didn't know until many years later when my parents died." He smiled a little remembering back to his training with Lady Gotham and how she asked him if he had siblings and then proceeded to introduce him to his clone twin. Ever since then Danny had become quite the fixture in his life, a reconnected family member. Though they had needed a lot of help when it came to actually speaking with each other but that thankfully Danny's sister Jazz helped.

He couldn't help the laugh that escaped him when he noticed Dick's stare of realisation. "Uncle Danny!"

Bruce just smirked, chuckling lightly as he gave his eldest a slight nod. "Danny."

Dick was the most familiar with Danny having meet the other a couple of times when he was younger and just started out as Robin. Bruce wasn't ashamed to say that Danny and Alfred had been the two he had asked for advice the most when he had taken Dick in back then. Danny had already expirence in raising kids from an even younger age than Bruce had. That their two cousins Dan and Danielle were in a way clones too was however something he would not be telling his kids yet. Frankly it wasn't his place and honestly if Danny hadn't become as comfortable as he had with this fact over the year he wouldn't have outed his clone twin to his kids either.

"So...." Tim started, rubbing the back of his head nervously. "...what now? Not that it will change anything now but uh...."

"Nothing really? I mean if Clark still got a problem then well I guess we don't have a super uncle anymore? But hey maybe we could introduce Uncle Danny to Conner?" Dick shrugged turning to Tim.

"But that would mean we admit to Uncle Danny that B let us in in the secret and that could make things awkward and..."

"Tim you are overthinking! It will be fine!"

Bruce smiled as he watched his two sons start to argue wether or not to introduce Danny to Conner. Well even if they did Danny wouldn't mind it. In fact Bruce had kept his clone twin updated on a lot of things that happened with his work as Batman. One of the reasons was that Danny had started out in the hero business way sooner than Bruce had but also because Danny was his last resort contingency plan against everything.

His twin would probably laugh in their faces and ask why it took them so long to introduce them and then drag his own daughter to meet Conner so they could have some 'clone'-bonding time and knowing Danielle, she was going to drag Dan along and then Bruce himself too. Bruce chuckled at that thought, he also knew that if Clark doesn't clean up his act than Danny would most likely swoop in and adopt Conner right out of under Clarks nose.

Well all he had to say if it came to that was that his best friend wouldn't be able to blame anyone but himself then.

[littlefankingdom]

The fact that Jean-Paul Valley kind of want Bruce to be his father, when Bruce hasn't even tried to be a father-figure to him, tells me that Bruce is father-shaped. It's not just that he sees kids alone and go "mine now", children without parents or a complicated relationship with their parents/father see him and go "my dad now".

[mmelete]

Sky and Four are my top favorite LU characters, but the hardest to write about aakskjshahaa. A cruel twist of fate 💔💔💔