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abisalli ¡ 10 months ago
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I bet wearing spandex in summer is no fun
Bonus: summer suits!?
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salemoleander ¡ 7 months ago
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Translations of each of Martyn's power cards in his episode!
(originals done by @cherrifire; I've omitted her character art, if/when she posts the full card screens those should be what you rb, this is just to get some translations out there in the meantime)
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omgitskaii ¡ 18 days ago
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lingering impulses.
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allynabean ¡ 8 months ago
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group selfie 📸!! im obsessed with the final girls or the four ggggs or whatever they’re calling themselves <3
(plus their weird creaky neighbor. bigb my beloved)
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autopsyfreak ¡ 1 year ago
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‘letting my intrusive thoughts win’
shut the fuck up.
you’re referring to impulsive thoughts, intrusive thoughts are undesirable and often horrific for the person experiencing them. you dyeing your hair randomly is not an intrusive thought.
if i let my intrusive thoughts dictate my actions, id be in jail for a long fucking time.
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smilesheartshugs ¡ 8 months ago
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One trop I can’t get enough of is Bart being Wally and Dick’s kid from the future. There arnt enough fics for this trope! Should I write some? Probably, but I don’t have the creative juices to write it.
But like I want Wally and Dick to find out Bart is their kid in the most absolute random way possible
Game night: Bart doesn’t think before calling Wally dad after doing something that Bart always saw durning family game nights but he doesn’t notice
Going to get ice cream: “dad you know I always get [insert ice cream flavors here that’s like ten scoops tall with an ungodly amount of toppings and sauces]” leaving Dick confused and just getting what he would normally get Wally. This is how Bart finds out his go to ice cream use to be Wally’s go to
Gotham patrol/ party: Batman notices that impulse move a little bit to much like a bat to be a coincidence. Nightwing is off in his own little bubble so doesn’t notice, Red Robin for some reason just never questions why Impulse would call him and superboy his uncles. (Let face it Tim was running on -4 hours of sleep when Bart called him uncles) and it’s not until years later when there was like a really big holiday party with all of the justice league, titans, and other hero teams and Bart just brings presents labeled for Dad, for Pa, and other family titles instead of anyone’s actual names and that’s how they find out while Bart was under the assumption that they already knew, it’s not like he was hiding it!
To many ideas and not enough writing juice
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mxmarsbars ¡ 7 months ago
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conflict of interest
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implusle ¡ 6 months ago
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one thing about bartholomew henry allen II is that he is thinking about doing some looney tunes cocomelon shit to you
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midnightfrappe ¡ 2 years ago
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LOOK AT THEM!!!!! OMGGG THEY ARE SO CREEPY AND CUTE AARRRGHHHH
edit: AND THEY CAN JUMPSCARE?????
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welcome-back-to-hoimycraf ¡ 10 months ago
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you know, never in a million years would i say bdubs specializes in haunting builds
but this?
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this build genuinely shakes me a bit
something about it gives off such a desperation, a cry for life, it actually freaks me out and sets off my fight or flight
and the context of this being a post-apocalyptic city, riddled with poverty in the southeast corner, overshadowed by the rich of the northwest? fuck, man, is that some good storytelling. something something the rich laughing and clinking their drinks in their safe bunker as the poor live in squalor and danger and cry out for help- to save their souls- directly to their faces. and are met with silence.
it tells the story of murder. a death due to negligence. of people crushed under a boot because they were seen as less than human. they were ignored, and left to rot.
and just seeing the two simple words, "free us". it's such a simple request. it almost makes you grieve
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starmocha ¡ 20 days ago
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How polite of Zayne to always think about his wife’s wellbeing, especially since she is so heavily pregnant right now with his child. Of course, he realizes how much more difficult it is now for her to move around and do once basic tasks. She doesn’t even need to ask him to help her, since he is always one step ahead.
So, with that knowledge, she knows it doesn’t take much to lure her helpful husband into the bathroom to join her. She doesn’t even need to say anything before his quick working hands help her slip out of her maternity dress, noting how his eyes do a quick, appreciative sweep down her changed body, seeing the way his sight linger on how round her belly is now with their child, knowing each day she is nearing her due date. She, herself, could tell from that faint smirk on his handsome face, how he is secretly relishing in the knowledge that he is the reason she is in this current state now.
The thought allures her, too. She delights in this shared secret with him, having this baby that they had both desired for so long.
He fills the bathtub with warm water, adding in her favorite foaming bubble bath with the jasmine fragrance that boasts of its calming effect. When he turns around, he smirks again when she gestures to how inconsiderate he is being by still being dressed while she is nude in his presence. He agrees it is so rude of him to not dress—or rather, undress—accordingly, so he begins discarding each article of clothing, starting with his dress shirt. He takes his time unbuttoning, laughing when she calls him a tease, her playful smile matching his.
He hurries with the rest of his clothing, knowing full well you shouldn’t upset a pregnant woman, especially when she is in her third trimester, both uncomfortable by her current state and also from the summer heat beginning to creep in.
Now fully nude, he helps her into the bathtub, joining her in the warm water, his large frame situated perfectly behind her. He smiles when she leans back against him, his long legs propped up on either side of her. He admires her blissful state, her vulnerability always exposed to him willingly. He hums low as she rests against him, eyes closed, and her hands moving instinctively over her large round belly.
Silently, his own hand rests on her belly and she immediately opens her eyes, looking up to meet his kind gaze. He leans down, his kiss a little clumsy from the odd angle, but she smiles against his mouth, giggling when they both startle from a strong kick in her belly.
He playfully shushes their unborn son, his eyes twinkling with joy, knowing it won’t be long before their bundle of joy will arrive. As he wonders aloud about their son’s future appearance, he lavishes her neck with sweet kisses as they both relax in the water together, enjoying this brief remaining time as just the two of them before they become a family of three.
When the water cools, he drains it and seizes the handheld showerhead with a mischievous glint in his eye. He rinses them both off, but he takes his time with his pretty little wife, wanting to pamper her a while longer. He scoops some raspberry-scented sugar scrub into his hand and begins to rub the coarse sugar all over her body, smiling when she gasps in surprise. He is meticulous by nature, so he makes sure he gets every inch of her skin, rubbing along her arms, down her back, and then her legs, but giving extra, special and gentle attention to her belly and breasts. He strokes her belly, feeling his child moving restlessly in her womb, a sense of pride stirring inside him knowing his wife has carried their child so lovingly these past months, sacrificing so much of herself for their future.
He gropes her breast as he murmurs praises into her ear, her answered moans received instantly upon hearing his soft words and feeling his familiar ministrations. He maneuvers the showerhead, letting the warm water wash away all of the sugar scrubs from her body and his hand, but he continues to caress her all over, feeling her newly smoothed skin against his own calloused hand.
He hears her calling his name, feels her hand gripping his thigh with a sense of neediness that matches her voice. He lines her neck with fresh featherlight kisses as he guides the showerhead to her slightly parted legs, letting the warm jets of water shoot into her core, her body buckling back against him at the sudden stimulation. At her urging, he continues, stimulating her from inside and out, and when she draws closer to her release, he replaces the showerhead with his own fingers, his practiced thrusts drawing out more of her desperate moans before he hears her euphoric cry of his name.
He smiles when she collapses back against him satisfied, but almost immediately, her eyes open wider to meet his smirk.
She feels his erection against her ass, and as she pants quietly, she gives him a dazed smile when he turns the water off and scoops her into his arms. He carries her away, back to their bedroom and lays her down on the plush mattress.
Zayne is a very considerate man. He wants his wife to feel loved and cherished for all she has done for him, carrying his baby, sharing her life with his.
Satisfying her one time is not enough in his mind.
Not even two, or three times either.
Zayne is considerate. Meticulous. Devoted.
He has every intention on pampering her the way she deserves, lavish her with so much of his affections and more, and worshipping her beautiful body over and over again until she is cumming on his cock. He is going to make sure by the end of the night, his pretty and perfect and lovely wife gets everything she deserves from him—her beloved Zaynie.
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risibledeer ¡ 6 months ago
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happy christmas or merry holidays <3
i threw symbolism on this thing like glitter on a school diorama.
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akemiiya ¡ 5 months ago
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isat is praised a lot for its ludonarrative harmony and how the player's feelings are synchronised with siffrin's, but something i don't see mentioned much is how it also works the other way around -- the player trying to get certain dialogues/interactions (the player's influence on siffrin's actions), even if they go against siffrin's wants at the moment, are all justified in game.
for example, if the player continuously attempts to use siffrin's dagger on their allies, siffrin is having intrusive thoughts. and if the player repeatedly tries to go into the bathroom in act 5, siffrin secretly really wanted to monologue because he's a little obsessed with them lol
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hawkinsbnbg ¡ 11 months ago
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Eddie: Bad day?
Steve, sighing: Robin’s on a vacation with her family. I just miss her so much.
Eddie: Can I like kiss the sad out of you?
Steve: What?
Eddie: Wrong answer?
Steve: No, no, it's the best one so far. C'mere, kiss me.
(They're not dating.)
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yjcorefourenjoyer ¡ 1 year ago
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Thinking about how this was probably yj98’s member status at one point.
Robin/Red Robin: missing in action
Superboy: deceased
Impulse: deceased
Secret: retired (forced)
Arrowette: retired
Wonder Girl: missing in action
Empress: retired (forced)
Slobo: missing/presumed dead
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pankiepoo ¡ 9 months ago
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experimental
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