#23:31

[kitaplarinicindeyasayankiz]

ne kadar zaman geçse de bazı tarihler hep aklımda kalacak heralde. bugün de yedi nisanmış. doğum günün. hayatımdaki yerini tanımlayacak kelimeyi tam bulamıyorum. aklıma sadece şu geliyor. zeze için portuga neyse sen de benim için öylesin. yani benim portugamın doğum günü bugün. aklıma birbirimize yazdığımız mektuplar geldi. yüzümü güldüren. yüzünü güldüren. yine uzuunca bir mektup yazarak yüzünü güldürmeyi isterdim. mektup yazamasam da sana, hayatın boyunca gülüşün -32 diş olandan- hiç eksik olmasın diye dualarım seninle. öyle demiştik çünkü son konuşmamızda. birbirimize dua edelim diye. bir de şey... seni hala güzel hatırlıyorum ve bu hiç değişmeyecek. doğum günün kutlu olsun. 🦋 🐘

[thrassisfras]

begging my brain to work tomorrow so i can at least make some headway on my pride month piece

[jayrockin]

Fountain pen doodles from mostly last year around March. Featuring some art of @turbofanatic's Dex, @tigerdragon1001's Kai, and @iguanodont's Birgs. Also, gnomeworld (Aftergarden) scribbles, poorly drawn Columbo actors, misc aliens, misc wildlife, and Barney the dinosaur with big tits.

[elicatkin]

[jackalspine]

Immortal Shen Qingqiu… on what, does he ponder….

ah.

[neon-halloween]

Take one!

[mikeywayarchive]

Instagram story by mikeyway

[Oct 31, 2023]

[kyouka-supremacy]

Akutagawa and the awkward ✌️ sign

[alirienn]

kuronatober

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

WOAH! 😳

Siiri Parks

[goldenpinof]

he was, in fact, not 26 in 2015 (gays do maths)

[jasmines-library]

Ask Again Later

WHUMPTOBER DAY 31. Prompt: Forced to choose.

Fandom: Batfam.

Summary: You are being flooded with threats. Text after text after text or headings about how your brothers were going to die if you didn’t make a descision. It was simple. Your life, or theirs.

Warnings: Blood, death, grief.

Word count: 1.1k (I know it’s short I’m sorry but it’s angsty!)

Note: Annd with that the whumptober season has come to an end. I just want to say a huge thank you. You guys are all incredible and the support I have gotten from you all is insane. I’m looking forward to working on requests now and to keep writing my own little fantasies for you all.

MASTERLIST ⛤ WHUMPTOBER WORKS

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“Fuck.”

You were stuck. A life threatening decision looming over your head like a dark cloud about five minutes before it is about to rain. Your foot bounced anxiously against the floor as you stared at your phone, rolling it around in your hand. You hadn’t moved much since the first one came through. It buzzed again. With trembling fingers you scanned the words on the screen.

‘Tick Tock, little Bat.’

You weren’t sure entirely how you had ended up in this predicament. One minute you were just going about your business in the manor and the next you found yourself locked up in your room with the message glowing brightly on your screen.

The message was dark and foreboding and no matter how hard you tried to shake it from your mind it came back. They were threatening to kill your brothers. One text after the next filled to the brim of details of how they wanted to carve them to pieces. Fear stuck you like a hammer as they continued to flood in, text after text after text each ending with the same haunting line.

‘It’s up to you whether they live or die. Choose wisely, Wayne. Your time is running out.’

In theory, the choice was simple. It was your life for theirs. And you knew what you were supposed to choose… but there were so many complexities woven within the situation that made it hard to think straight. In hindsight, you would have made the choice in a heartbeat. You would have given your life for theirs any day, but you couldn’t leave them like this not so suddenly. The four of them were away on patrol. Halloween was a busy night for the Bats. With so many people out, it took as many hands as possible to ensure Gotham’s safety. It was your job to monitor the screens, but you were too preoccupied with the text messages.

It was when the picture of Damian came flashing though that things shifted. This was no joke. They had eyes on you and your brothers and had the power to end you all with a with a snap of their fingers

You sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose as you pondered. You knew you would have to make the decision soon, but it was a double negative. Stay, and risk the lives of your brothers, or go and send them into a spiral of sudden grief. It felt so cruel to leave them without an explanation, but it felt even cruller to let them die when you had the power to stop such things occurring.

You always took pleasure in the little details. The way that Damian hid his little smile behind his hand after he had pretended he wasn’t interested. The way that Dick always seemed to hum the same song over and over for days on end until finally he would move into the next and the cycle would begin again. And then there was Jason’s hair that was always just a little bit too long so that it dangled over his eyes and he constantly had to brush it out of his face. You would miss the little moments deeply. Spending time with your brothers was something that you cherished deeply, even if they more often than not contained childish bickering. You smiled at the memories but it quickly morphed into a deep frown.

You had made your decision.

Pushing the chair out from under the table with a groan as it shifted beneath your weight, you reached for a pen and paper and began to write, not bothering to wipe your tears as you scrawled across the page. You wrote six notes. One for each of your brothers, one for Bruce and Alfred.

After you had done that you slid them beneath the respective doors and shrugged in your coat. You sniffled taking one last look at your home before disappearing into the night to seal your fate.

~~

The wind howled against your skin, whipping around your body as you trudged. You had to pull your coat up to hide your face. You knew that if you were seen there was no going back. Your brothers would be able to convince you to turn back. But you knew that wasn’t an option. As your drew nearer to the rendezvous point, your heart dropped.

Then the hooded figure appeared from the building and froze. Taking them in completely. You took a shuddering breath, sending the other two spill in from behind you to surround you. There was no going back now.

Their grip was harsh on your arm as they dragged you through the twisting corridors. They had searched your body for weapons, stripping you of the small dagger you had tucked away in your boot.

They led to a room lit by flickering golden candlelight. The three of them inched you into the middle of the room before dropping their cloaks.

“Begin.” One of them hissed from behind a mask.

And suddenly your body was consumed in a pain so violent that you were forced to your knees.

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“Y/N?” Jason called out. It was unusually quiet in the manor. The lights were out and there was no sign that you were around besides a lukewarm mug of coffee discarded by the computer.

Tim bumped into his brother as he turned the corner. “Have you seen her?” He asked. “I can’t find her anywhere.”

Jason shook his head, concern bubbling up in his stomach. “No.”

“Maybe she’s in her room?”

The two of them barged up the stairs and turned into your room only to find Damian slipping out of your room. The lights were off. You weren’t home.

It was at that fateful moment that Dick came out of his room with shaky hands. He was holding the folded, tear stained paper. He had found the letter. With bloodshot eyes he turned to his younger brothers. “She’s gone.”

The Manor wept that night. No body slept as their body wracked with sobs that wailed throughout the walls. The was a dark hole left that your light had filled. It was as though someone had sniffed out a candle, stripping the vigilantes of any joy and light that they once had. You were gone, and with you your spirit and hope and the Wayne’s would never be the same again.

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[izel-scribbles]

just finished malevolent relisten. needless to say the obsession has been rekindled tenfold its previous magnitude

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Rhea Ripley & Dominik Mysterio | NXT - October 31st 2023

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