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*Danny and a Batfam member having a friendly chat at a cafe. They've known each other for a few months now*
Batfam member: "You know, you actually kinda look like B with a few minor differences. Prime adoption bait. Hope you're not another secret love child of his." *laughs*
Danny: *Starts sweating bullets because he is in fact, Bruce's kid but from a different dimension where instead of being a himbo billionaire, he's a himbo ghost hunter named Jack who almost killed him before he got here .* "Haha, you don't say?"
Batfam member: *Clocks in on sudden shift in mood* "Please tell me you're not."
Danny: "So do you want the short and funny story, or the long and sad one? Yes, there's a right answer."
Batfam member: *crying because they can never have a normal sibling*
Danny: Also, do you believe in ghosts?
Batfam member: *cries even more*
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lalacliffthorne · 8 months
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Azriel comes back from a mission, and all he wants is a shower, food and cuddles. Preferably in that order.
(Why do I keep insisting on torturing myself by writing these? I really want cuddles now.)
There was a soft swoosh of air, my eyes darted up towards the middle of my apartment, and my heart skipped before stilling with one mighty beat.
Azriel looked over his shoulder, and something began to flutter against my ribs, gently at first but growing like a hurricane as his eyes found mine, bright in the warm light of the sinking sun, face beautiful even tired and dirtied with specks of mud, dark hair dishevelled, one strand dropping onto his forehead.
My breath hitched when I realised that he was still wearing his fighting leathers, suited up with daggers and all, like he hadn't even stopped anywhere, had come straight here.
A slow exhale left me, and feeling something surge in my chest, I scrambled to my feet. Azriel turned around to catch me as I barrelled off the mattress and straight into him, his arms winding around my waist, my feet swinging through the air as the force of us colliding made him turn on the spot a little, and my heart rose in a flutter when I could feel Azriel's chest vibrate in a low, soft chuckle.
Pulling me closer and closer, he buried his nose at my shoulder, and I clung to him, pressing my face into the crook of his neck as I threaded my fingers through his hair.
“Hi,”, I whispered into his skin, feeling my lips rise into a wide smile, and Azriel's grip tightened, his body curving around mine as he slowly placed me down on my feet. One of his arms slipped up to curl around my back as the other tightened around my waist, and his deep voice rumbled lightly through my body when he mumbled back: “Hey.”
My heart skipped, and Azriel must've caught it, because I felt his lips curve against my skin. Then he raised his head, and when I pulled mine back, his nose brushed against my temple before Azriel dipped his head to drop his forehead against mine. His scent rose into my nose, buried under sweat and dirt and the iron smell of blood, and raising my hands to place them on the side of his neck, I nudged my nose softly against Azriel's. His fingers curled around my waist and tugged me closer like I wasn't already pressed into his chest, and he moved his head gently to repeat the motion, making my heart rise and flutter.
“You hungry?”, I mumbled, and Azriel grunted softly, causing my lips to twitch.
“Then go clean up.” Pulling my head back to look up at him, I sent him a wide, cheeky smile as I slightly narrowed my eyes and whispered: “You stink.”
Azriel huffed, but his lips curved upwards as his amber eyes dragged over my face, tired and piercing but warm and twinkling just a little. Then he blinked, and my heart tumbled when he slipped his hands up to the nape of my neck and dropped his head lightly to press his lips against my forehead. His thumbs brushed over my skin as he lingered for a few seconds, then he pulled back, and the twinkle in his eyes had grown into a light when he gently tugged at a strand of hair that had fallen from my braid and moved past me.
Watching as Azriel wolfed down the leftovers from my dinner, I felt my heart beat against my ribs, firm and steady, hitching in its rhythm sometimes. His hair was still damp from the shower, curling over his forehead, his bare chest glistening in the warm shimmer of the faelights, lit when the sun had disappeared behind the horizon. His hips were warm against the inside of my thighs, the shadowsinger standing between my knees as I perched on the countertop, dangling my feet. Muscles shifted under his skin, and I had to suppress the urge to reach out and trace his tattoos with my fingertips.
Azriel's jaw worked when he swallowed the last bite, looking up at me, and one corner of his lips quirked almost sheepishly, causing a breathed giggle to leave me, something surging lightly in my chest as I grinned at him.
Leaning to the side, Azriel placed the plate in the sink. Then he straightened back up, pulling me towards him. My breath caught in my throat, and I wrapped my legs around his middle like instinct when my chest pressed into Azriel's bare one. One corner of his lips curved just barely, and for a moment, his eyes just slowly moved over my face. Then he dipped his head, and I just caught the crease forming in his cheek before he pressed his lips onto mine, warm and slow.
Inhaling softly, I slipped my hands to the nape of his neck, lightly tangling my fingers in his hair, and a quiet sound left the male, deep and gentle. His hands slid under my thighs, and pulling me forward, Azriel lifted me off the counter, his lips curving up against mine when I quickly slipped my arms over his shoulders to hold onto him, causing our chests to press together, and a wave of tingling warmth washed over me at the feeling of his solid body.
Curling my fingers into his hair, I felt Azriel grumble softly, his lips leaving mine to press against my throat, teeth grazing gently over my skin, and my head lolled back a little as my eyes fluttered shut.
A snorted giggle left me when Azriel dropped me onto the mattress, and I could feel him smirk into the crook of my neck. Then he groaned softly under his breath, pushing me up the bed until my head hit the pillow and he collapsed onto me.
My heart skipped high as another breathy giggle broke from my lips and I buried my nose at Azriel's shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent under –
I blinked before furrowing my brows and pulling my head back a little. “Did you use my bodywash?”
Azriel's grip tightened around me as he shifted to get more comfortable, his hips lodged between my thighs as his nose brushed over my neck and he grunted deeply.
“Was the only thing there.”
I felt my lips curve into a bright smile, because the infamous shadowsinger, darkness incarnate, was splayed out on top of me, completely burying me under him, all soft and grumpy, smelling like fresh flowers and strawberries.
Azriel breathed out before grumbling softly, his lips pressing against my collarbone before he pushed himself up a little, just far enough to slide over a bit. Dropping back onto the mattress right next to me, causing it to bounce a little, he shifted until he was half laying on his side, wings stretched out comfortably behind him as his arm wrapped around my waist and tugged my into his body, dropping his head to bury his face in my neck.
My heart rose, fluttering quickly against my ribs, and I slipped my hand up his arm, threading my fingers through his still slightly damp hair and brushing my thumb over his cheek, and Azriel exhaled against my skin, tension slowly bleeding from his shoulders.
"You okay?", I whispered softly and felt the shadowsinger shift a little before raising his head, his arm winding tighter around me to drag me the rest of the way into being pressed into his body. His forehead dropped against mine, and my eyes fluttered shut.
Azriel's nose gently nudged against mine, then he mumbled, deep voice gently stroking over my spine: "Got you now."
My heart skipped high in my chest, and I felt a wide smile break over my face.
"Sappy,", I whispered, and Azriel huffed, pulling me closer as the corners of his lips curved up and he grumbled: "Shut up."
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ickyguts · 21 days
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couple ah sillies for the soul
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atlasthecactus · 2 months
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odysseus doodleeee
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I was looking for an analysis of Wilderlore for a school project, and I found this.
https://idea-central.fandom.com/wiki/Wilderlore:_Slayer_of_Beasts
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aubeezz · 10 months
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is there something you don’t like about your height?
Being babied. People think it’s cute but it’s kinda just gross
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iusedtohavesixtoes · 1 year
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“A moment!” Seteth said, his hand resting on her head. Byleth felt the healing magic hit her cheek, flinching. “Sorry.”
“We don’t have time to heal every wound.”
A small bit of a scene in an upcoming chapter of Blossoming.
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deliciousnecks · 2 years
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WWDITS  II  S4
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faeriefully · 9 months
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horror of horrors I have to get my wisdom teeth pulled and figure everything about it out on my own
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hauntingyourself · 2 years
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in my evil bitch autumn 🍂 🍁 🫣
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Probably the best part about Digimon translations being... remarkably inconsistent... is that you can use whatever mix of English and Japanese names you want and nobody will dare call you out on it so long as you stick with whatever names you’ve chosen throughout the whole thing. If the franchise itself can’t bother to keep Omegamon/Omnimon consistent, then why should you?
If your mix is particularly strong, you might want to remove the term ‘Ultimate’ from your lexicon, because whatever level you use it for is bound to confuse somebody, but enough context should honestly be enough to straighten that out.
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starry-kattz · 1 year
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Okay so I just thought of a random Pokemon thing:
So in some non-game media, certain Pokemon types are harder to raise than others, like Psychic or Dragon types.
Do you think the Elite Four help each other with their type specialties? Like, say Lance gets gifted a Dreepy. Man is a dragon master, and has studied and trained with a lot of dragon Pokemon, but he still primarily stays in Kanto/Johto, so he doesn't have a ton of experience with non-native dragons, and definitely not Ghost-types. He tries his best but eventually gives up and dials Agatha for help. She's grumpy about it, but teaches him the best methods of caring for ghosts and helps him combine it with more traditional dragon care.
Or something like that idk.
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How do i not get affected by what people think of meeeee, I know i did not do anything wrong but i can't help but apologies , maybe I did unintentionally hurt him, no harm in apologizing for that I believe but irdk
This sounds like AITA lol
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phopollo · 2 years
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Every time I forget to lock the door in a public restroom without stalls, the universe feels the need to let me know of my hubris
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bloodakoos · 2 years
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my mom signed me up for a summer "camp" and 4 weeks of pain
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