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Burned in a certain degree
The comedic potential of Bruce being a college drop out and Damian having his med degree is endless. Can you imagine how many situations Damian can smugly go "one of us has the medical degree Baba, and it sure isn't you"
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Yall are sinners, *smacks u @alialucille*
🧍♀️🤦♀️🤦♀️
@totallynotashieldagent
(Praying this triggers a plot bunny but its okat if it doesn't)
(Idk why but i couldn't send it to you)
(Thankyou @renjitutsimaki for blessing my eyes 🤣)
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Renji Tutsimaki // Harry Potter OC ',:)

I specifically liked the chamber of secrets one—probably because I'm still otw with rewatching the movies :')
Ren has this ability to sense evil in many ways. It could be evil lurking from the shadows or evil coming from the past, making it's way into the present. It could also be something that hasn't occurred, and has yet to do so.
Whenever this does happen—depending on how bad it is—it causes Ren's mind, body, and soul to be damaged. If it reaches a certain point, it leads to nosebleeds, headaches, and the sense of absolute despair. To which it could also lead to anxiety attacks.
In the chamber of secrets plot, Ren manages a bit with her newfound "gift" which ironically feels more like a curse to her. Nonetheless, with how things are, can she survive through this year? Or would it end with a tragedy?
[Heck, even I can't say :P]
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The Batcave has a “Do Not Talk To Me” couch. It’s sacred. It’s unspoken. It’s real.
okay so. picture this:
the batcave has one couch. it's in the corner. it’s hideous. it’s like beige or green or something equally offensive to every one of their aesthetics. no one likes the couch.
and that is exactly why it became sacred.
because one night jason just. drops onto it. full gear. bleeding. absolutely done with life. says nothing. doesn’t even take off the helmet. sits there in silence for 3 hours and then leaves.
next week tim uses it. sits there post-mission. face in hands. someone tries to ask if he’s okay and jason throws a batarang at them.
and thus it began.
Rules of the Do Not Talk To Me Couch:
You sit there? No one speaks to you.
You cry? No you didn’t.
You eat cold noodles off your chest at 4 a.m.? That’s sacred time.
If someone tries to comfort you? They are excommunicated for 12 hours.
Dick (sitting on the couch):
Damian: Grayson, are you—
Jason (from across the cave): HE’S ON THE COUCH.
Jason: I don’t make the rules.
Steph: You LITERALLY made the rules.
Jason: And I am the defender of the rules. There’s a difference.
one time damian storms in. covered in blood. absolutely furious. 10/10 rage goblin energy. throws his sword. marches to the couch. sits. arms crossed. steaming.
tim takes one look at him and goes: “i’m making tea.”
jason: “that’s acceptable. tea is allowed. talking is not.”
bonus:
once bruce sits on it.
and the ENTIRE CAVE goes silent.
tim literally freezes mid-typing. cass stops mid-flip. jason just mutters “oh shit.”
they all leave. immediately.
the couch is not ready for bruce.
extra bonus:
alfred vacuums around the couch. never says a word. leaves snacks in a silent offering. once placed a weighted blanket gently on jason’s shoulder. that’s different. he’s allowed.
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He calls them his test subjects.. He could do more than just kill, hands down
reblog this if your icon could kill a man
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Okay, straight up canon. You CAN'T change my mind.
I think it'd be funny if Damian kept up his formal speech patterns for the sole purpose of appearance. Originally, he would've learned to speak that way in the League, but I feel like Jason's informality and unseriousness would rub off on him eventually.
Alfred is gone for the week and Bruce is cooking for the bats
Bruce: "Alright guys, it's a little burnt, but it still might be good."
Tim, squinting his eyes at the plate: "B, it looks radioactive.."
Damian: "Father, I will not be consuming this horrible dish. It seems itself to be inedible, and I will not be poisoned by your lack of skill in the food department."
Later
Damian, on the phone with Jason: "It looked like shit! He served us all mystery meat, Todd. Bring me some decent food right now or I'm killing myself."
Jason: "Jeez, kid, take a chill pill or something. I'm on my way."
Damian: "There is no pill chill enough for me to take, Todd! I can't keep starving myself whenever Dad is put in charge. He's going to kill us all on accident!"
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hey bro you free am bored procrastinating the schoolwork
When was this???
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Bruce Wayne as a dad, but he doesn't try to reprimand his kids, he just acts like everything is his 13th reason:
"Jason, if you throw that guy off the cliff, i am also jumping off after him."
"Dick, if you don't get down from there, I will stand under the chandelier when it falls down."
"Damian, if you cut that head off, i will walk into your sword."
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@truth-over-solace pardon, did you just show me something that TIES WITH A COLOSSAL— *fumbles down some stairs*
BABE WAKE UP NEW COLOSSAL SQUID FOOTAGE!!!!

and it's a
BABY!!!!
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If I was still in high school, I would agree.. Actually, now that I think of it, I guess I wouldn't disagree either—
my queer, neurodivergent ass when The Umbrella Academy ends with, "you were born wrong, every bad thing that has happened to you is your fault, and the only way the world can be good and safe is if you are eradicated from existence"

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you're laughing. The umbrella academy's final season destroyed every character's personal growth and semi-healed traumas, left huge plot-holes, completely abandoned some of it's most beloved side characters that were crucial in previous seasons and you're laugh-oh. You're crying. My bad. Go ahead. Let it out. Understandable.
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I am Ren, God of the pandemic
... IT WASN'T ME WHO STARTED IT, YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME— *I say as I get pulled into a mental asylum*
@truth-over-solace @alialucille

I am Arran, god of the most important thing
EDIT: if y'all don’t wanna use your name use your username
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Emofied [yep, made up word.. Ig]
I REFUSEEE TO BELIEVE THIS IS THE SAME MAAAANN WE MARRIEDDDD
Looking all doe eyed and sweet like he ain't the one with the thoughts of keeping us locked up


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No words, just.. Ngh~ 🥴😩😩
Caleb is so big.
He’s balls deep in your poor cunt, going for so long you’re squirting with every thrust, soaking your bedsheets. You’re moaning incoherently as his cock bullies your cervix and stroked your gummy walls with unrelenting fervor.
He’d walked in your bedroom around 10:30 ish to check on you, and found you crying on your little pink dildo, because it just wasn’t enough. Caleb had grinned, showing his own was the same color before tossing it into your trash can and pulling off his sweats.
Now he’s pounding your sweet, soaked pussy—you’re just as tight and perfect as he’d imagined you’d be. Your cute face is all scrunched up as you whimper and cry because his dick is just so damn big, and he’s already made your poor overstimulated pussy cum twice.
He loves the view of your thighs over his shoulders, watching how some of his sperm squelches out of you with every deep thrust.
Your poor pink bunny bedsheets are soaked with cum and sweat, and your poor plushies must be horrified.
Caleb sees that hazy little look in your eyes, admiring the trail of tears traveling down your cheeks because your sweet body ‘couldn’t take it’. He was certain you liked it since you’d blatantly refused to say your safe word.
Your sweet cries increase as he begins a brutal pace, his balls slapping against your ass—the wet, lewd sounds filling your bedroom are just so perverted. You moan as Caleb twists one of your nipples in his mouth, leaving hickey after hickey on your soft skin. He moans pretty, too, about hour perfect you are. Swears pour from his mouth as his thrusts become sporadic and jerky, before he moans and bites your neck, his biceps curling around your hips and shoulders as he fucks his second load deeper into you.
His beautiful girl.
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I am ReN, God of the world
Perfectly explains the lore of Renji 😭😭😭😭
@truth-over-solace
@alialucille

I am Arran, god of the most important thing
EDIT: if y'all don’t wanna use your name use your username
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Stress is my middle name
Cries
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Put a drink innit, we gotta get some of that good sip, ey? Because of the joint, the eyes are lookin high asf cuh
me every day without fail: I'll do [chore] when I get home
me when I get home:

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