TW// IRKEN GUTS, BLOOD ... CREEPY DIB !!!
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OH DIB ?! WHAT DO YOU HAVE THERE ?! HA . HA. HA !!
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I would love to learn more about Alfred’s beliefs and why he does what he does re: enabling Bruce’s mission, helping the Robins and even directly giving Tim and Damian the suits. I’ve read fics where he’s like ‘i can’t stop you but i can at least help you stay safe’ but that doesn’t make enough sense of his actions for me. Do you have any thoughts on this, or recs of comics/posts/fics where this is explored? Thanks, i love your deep dives! No pressure tho ofc 💌
Alfred is difficult like most comics characters it really depends on who is writing him that decides what the finer points of his personality and relationship with Bruce are, some writers really like playing up the father son thing while others will make alfred a bit colder and focus more on alfred seeing himself as more of an employee and how this may negatively affect his relationship with Bruce and how much he's willing to push back on things like batman
Personally I enjoy it more when alfred will tell himself I'm just the butler but really he does see himself as a father to bruce and Bruce sees him as nothing but a father figure, I also enjoy when alfred is more believes in what Bruce is doing then pushing back considering as you said the things we've seen alfred do he is the one half the time handing out these costumes - alfreds background as well is kinda strange he was in the military then he went to mi5 and finally ended up an actor before his dad kicked it and he decided fuck it I'm gonna be the butler for the same family my dad worked for - this to say he's not the most normal guy out there
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💞+ What would kind of naughty things would you like to do to that spider, Broly?
In the spirit of Sinday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly!
Days had passed since that question had been cast to the reach of his ears, burrowing itself deeper into his conscious idle thought as the hours passed. The idea of what he'd do to that Spider became a contemplatino in itself as thoughts of varying degress of hues and saturations dabbled and splotched onto the canvas of his mind. Other days he might be more partial to the idea of simply basking in company, others he'd want their talons to try and strike another scar into his chest while he grappled with them, and then there were times they ended up biting one another like animals fighting over dominance upon the intertwining of bodies.
There was no rhyme or reason to them; they were meant to be opposites in the grand scheme of what Earthlings would call 'morality' on a scale. Although that was painting it painfully simple for the intricacies and deeper events he was not privy to and likewise; the Spider wasn't privy to the Brute's life story either..
Obsidian orbs refocused themselves from the curiosities and wandering of his head, taking a moment to recall the question asked of him days ago. Strong brows furrowed in thought, the carved features of his expression unresponsive as he took his time to toss and churn what ideas he may have in the idea of what he assumed to be either foreplay or tortorous means.
Could be both..
" Having him taste his own venom would be a fine start.. " Revenge had its place at the front of his head than thoughts of the flesh, though he built upon the foundation as he picked his words with a minor pause, " Perhaps use those glaring red threads of his to string him down like a wild beast.. "
His true issue was that damning suit.. not even his fangs could pierce into the strange fibers nor could he seemingly tear it off easily as he could've any other time. Irritating but it posed a problem he needed to solve with the resource of his cunning as he traced the visage of those bright red shapes into imaginary lines on the wall.
" I'd break him down inch by inch, tracing my fangs against his neck and torment him as I see fit. He will be my trophy to covet, my worthy enough rival to contend with, and I shall take my time and delight to grab that appeasing waist and ass before I focus my attention to the rest of that figure. I want to break him in the ways that'd benefit us in that instance, make him feel the pleasure of Saiyan fangs while I attain the pleasures of those talons in turn. Be it in the throes of passion or on the battlefield, I do not care so long as I feel their burning tips attempt to strike me and my fangs will find him. "
A stray thought came bounding, following the line of his tongue as it fell from his lip with a fanged curl at the corner of a mouth.
" Here's a thought.. I'll pin his ass to the wall with his throat in my hand, having my way until I hear that tongue of his loosen to cry out like a whore. "
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