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I used to think Delaware was a steel production company but this post changed my views

hold on a fucking second. delaware is a state?? i thought it was a river? or is the river more important than the state? why don't i know this? (i should mention i don't like in america, i'm just confused)

there is delaware (state) and delaware (river) 

both are equally strange

the state is a tiny little cryptid thing

the rive is a monster that spans new york, pennsylvania, new jersey and delaware. also washington crossed it once and that was like kinda a big deal i guess. like crossing the rubicon in rome.

the state tries to me more important with its “im the first state!!!” bs (seriously its even on the fucking license plates) but we all know. its the river.

I like biting mushrooms. I dont like their flavour much tho.

I feel like we’re due for more food discourse

Made these a while ago and forgot to submit them so have at 'em if you want dude :)

So uh….some dude apparently recreated Adobe Photoshop feature-for-feature, for FREE, and it runs in your browser.

Anyway, fuck Adobe, and enjoy!

PenPals Ch. 7

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Damian had to wait until the end of his school day until he got an update from Marinette. He had seen the live stream, that was until they dropped the camera and ran for their life, seeing as they finally realized how dangerous it was to stay out.

At around two in his time, eight in hers, she had called him. Damian was in the library, scrolling through Marinette’s Instagram for what seemed like the hundredth time when he got it. With his earphones already in his ears, he just answered the call. “Mari?” Damian questioned.

“Oh hey.” Marinette called out, yawning afterwards. Marinette’s eyes weren’t fully opened, and she kept blinking, like she was trying to blink away her sleep. “Sorry for not calling you sooner. I had fallen asleep and just woke up five minutes ago.” Marinette told him. “Which reminds me, I need to go get my dinner. Be right back.” Marinette told him, before rushing off the screen.

Damian stared at where the girl was previously at. After hearing that she was just napping, he wondered what caused her to fall asleep after an akuma that could have, and may possibly have killed her. After looking at past livestreams, it wasn’t everyday that an akuma could have killed them.

Marinette came back on screen with a plate of food, setting it down off screen. “To put it shortly, there was an akuma that exploded everything in their way. Apparently, their science project blew up in their face, literally, and they exploded everything and anything.” Marinette explained. In between sentences, she would take a bit of food, feeding her upset stomach.

“Mari, how do you just sleep through something life threatening?” Damian asked. A rare sight of emotion, concern, appeared on the teen’s face, generally curious in what she would say to it.

“I don’t know. I was just burned out after school and fell asleep.” Marinette answered. Suddenly, her eyes shot wide. “I didn’t do my homework! Ms. Mendelev is gonna kill me!” Marinette got up from where she was sleeping, any signs of sleep were gone, and she was frantically searching her room for her backpack.

Damian, on his side of the phone, was silently chuckling at the sight of her quickly searching her room. “Found it.” Marinette called out. Seeing the backpack in front of her, she breathed out a sigh of relief. Taking a step forward, she forgot about her clumsiness and tripped over her own food, landing face first on the ground. Damian stopped his chuckling and looked at her.

“I’m alright.” Marinette’s muffled voice answered his unspoken question. Getting up like nothing happened, gracefully, she picked up the piece of paper and sat back down to where she was originally. “Do you know pre-calculus?” After getting a nod in return, she smiled brightly. “Can you help me? I don’t completely understand it?”

********

~One month ago~

Gotham; 8:00, Sunday

Damian knocked on his father’s door, a paper in hand. The paper was something from his school that needed (wanted) signed.

After hearing a gruff ‘come in’, he opened the door, closing it behind him. Sitting down in one of the arm chairs in the office, he gave his father the paper.

There was a moment of silence between the two, with his father reading the sheet of paper. But it was when he finished, he looked at his biological son as if to ask if he was joking.

“Are you aware of the reason why you were put into school?” Bruce asked the teenager. Damian nodded, knowing his father’s response. “Then why did you hand me this?”

“The school thinks I’m better off not wasting my time in the classroom, seeing as I don’t learn anything, and I agree with them for once.” His father gave his signature glare at him, his argument not convincing him. “I also have someone I talk to, seeing as my class assigned me to talk to them. It’s the only reason I’m still in my writing class.” Damian continued.

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “Really.”

“I have no reason to lie father.” Damian answered. “Plus, I find it enjoyable to talk to them.”

Bruce sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ll sign it, but I want to meet this friend of yours.”

Damian nodded. He stood up from the seat he was sitting on, and left the office, knowing he would get it back after patrol, signed.

********

His father’s words were repeating in his head. He knew that his father wanted to meet this friend of his, (was she even his friend?) but he didn’t know if Marinette would be up for it. And even if she was, how would she even meet his father? He knew that she was halfway across the world, so his father might be suspicious if he gave him a computer screen to chat with her.

Their call had just ended with him going home, and with her doing whatever she does after their calls. He knows he should have asked her the moment he saw her, but he was more concerned about how she was after the attack that happened. (What was this girl doing to him?)

He was so into his thoughts, that he didn’t notice that they had made it back to manor. When he realized, with Alfred calling his name and telling him, he went straight to his room. He didn’t realize that his brothers, even Todd and Grayson, who all had their own places and normally didn’t stay there, were out there in one of the many living rooms in the big house.

Making it into his room, he shut and locked his door. Damian set his stuff down where they belonged in his room, and sat on his bed. When he noticed that Titus was in the middle of his bed, he sighed and went towards the desk in his room. Turning on the computer, he realized that he didn’t have anything to do, but the only thing that was on his mind was to message or talk to Marinette.

Taking his phone out of his pocket, he went to instagram and went to see if there was anything there that would take his mind off of her, but that failed when it showed that she was online.

Knowing that this was going to be on his mind for the longest time, he decided to avoid the unavoidable and message her, though using his private account so that it was less likely for someone to see.

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When the call ended because Damian had to go back home, Marinette realized that she wasn’t tired, because she had just taken a four hour long nap. The sun was already gone, the moon out and shining, so that eliminates any options to go out at night. Except patrol, but she wasn’t in the right mood for it.

After putting her dish away from her dinner, she went on her computer in her room and went through instagram. She saw the many notifications from her MDC account, so she went to that one and read the many comments she had gotten from it.

‘Did you see her following count go up!’

‘Her and the ice prince are mutuals?’

‘Why is she following Damian Wayne? She doesn’t follow anyone else really?’

Marinette giggled at those, and liked the ones that were related to the fact that her and Damian had followed one another.

‘It’s obvious that she only followed Damian Wayne because she likes him. But he’s already taken by Lila.’

Rolling her eyes, and deleting the comment, she noticed the notification coming from her personal account. Switching the account she was on, she noticed she had gotten a message from Damian. Did he forget to tell her something from the call they were previously on?

thebloodson: My father wishes to meet you.

me: ok

me: u do see the problem with that right

thebloodson: Yes, obviously. I informed you so that we can come up with a way to have my father meet you.

me: we could just video chat

me: or you could just say that i dont live in gotham

thebloodson: Perhaps

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Due to him texting Marinette, his brothers were soon off his mind. So he didn’t notice any of their shadows outside of his bedroom door.

“Anyone wanna bet he’s in love?” His eldest brother commented.

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Batman: Why did you bash the Joker with a pipe?

Reader, got isekaid to dc: excuse the fuck out of me

Batman: ...

Reader, hasn't have a wink of sleep and is starving(joker becoming an outlet of frustration, exhasution and hunger: That hideous shit has a gun pointed at me! Whatddya expect me to do?! Let him shoot me?! This is why sometimes I wanna hit you too

Batman: ...

Jason: yeah that is my buddy now

Isekai Reader/you: look bru- Batman I respect your no kill rule, but that shit don’t apply to me. That clown mother fucker was looking at me funny and besides his ass looked like it could use a good, firm beating.

Batman: you could’ve killed him!

Isekai! Reader/ you: good! That fucker shouldn’t be allowed to live in the first place! Who knows how many people died due to other people’s hesitance to put a bullet between his fucking eyes!

Jason: exactly! Exactly! See they get me, they understand!

Batman: he’s got broken ribs, broken kneecaps, broken ankles, fractured skull, some severe brain damage and a punctured lung!

Isekai! Reader/you: damn…

Batman: do you see now-

Isekai! Reader/you: I should’ve hit him harder

Batman: …

Isekai! Reader/you; and with something more damaging too then a pipe…I’ll try again next time.

Jason: *twinkles in his eyes* they’re perfect.

Batman: Jason no-

(12/31/24) — a loving family, an unpalatable desire masterlist

ft. romantic! yan bruce wayne w/ platonic yan! batfam x gn! spouse reader x romantic! yan clark kent w/ platonic yan! superfam

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✮ MAIN MASTERLIST ✮

— TRIGGER WARNINGS !

- lowercase writing, nsfw themes, emotional neglect, adultery/cheating, eventual voyeurism, mentions of divorce, other warnings would be added soon.

— SYNOPSIS !

bruce wayne, he's a special man with a special reputation. day in, the crowd sees him as a billionaire, a charitable philanthropist, a playboy, and a father to multiple kids, adopted or not. day out, he's the city's guarded vigilante who spends his night fighting crime for the sake of its protection.

in all his roles, he was damn good at it.

but never at being a husband.

always absent, always busy, never turning his back on his poor spouse, you, whilst his children take it in themselves to never appreciate the effort you've exhausted caring for them.

it shouldn't have been such a surprise that you fell into the arms of a different man after the years of constantly vying for an actual family that loves you.

one day, you're saved by your very own personal hero from the crummy claws of the paparazzi, clark kent, a widowed reporter who have taken it upon himself to shield you from their invasive questions.

from there on out, you became his. and his little family became yours, too.

but not for long, because suddenly, the family you left behind wants you back in their grasp once more. this time, their hold on you won't be so loose anymore.

— CHAPTERS ! ; 00k+ words

00. — new beginnings.

— DRABBLES ! ; #series: loving family, unpalatable desire

before the bell rings (romantic! yan bruce wayne w/ platonic! yan batfam x gn! reader spinoff)

planned fanfics

more planned fics

— ASKS ! ; #series: loving family, unpalatable desire

is it an infidelity situation?

how does damian react to jon showing the picture?

— INCORRECT QUOTES !

none so far.

— FANART !

jon showing damian a photo of reader

a picture of the reader in clark's wallet

before the bell rings fanar ft. feral bruce

— TAGLIST ! ; taglist is under construction!

none so far.

dw im not actually horny but english isnt my first language and idk how to describe it lol

I keep remembering how L was supposed to be an unattractive character but here we are. that raccoon has acquired so many people who are horny for for him.