Zukka renaissance in 2026 genuinely makes up for whatever bullshit just happened to byler

art blog(derogatory)

tannertan36

Janaina Medeiros

#extradirty
Cosmic Funnies
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Three Goblin Art

roma★

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Xuebing Du
noise dept.

shark vs the universe
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
🪼
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Peter Solarz
DEAR READER
occasionally subtle
h
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye

seen from Germany
seen from Sweden

seen from Türkiye

seen from Germany
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from Egypt
seen from Canada
seen from Guernsey
seen from United States

seen from Austria

seen from France
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@iwishiwasaginger
Zukka renaissance in 2026 genuinely makes up for whatever bullshit just happened to byler

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.
❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞
✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
need to get this silly idea out
has no one done a twst x time lord! reader?
oh the potential. for all the ppl who had a doctor who phase.
WALK WITH ME.. (dont put my ideas or works into ai)
reader doesn't get taken by the carriage but let's say the tardis has a slight malfunction or something and they're sent to nrc. after wandering around, crowley being crowley thinks they're a student and they're forced to deal with the mirror.
"i am way older than you think i am, sir but I'll humor you"
"state thy name"
"im the doctor." LOWKEY??? KIND OF AURA IDK maybe im just really doctor who pilled rn. i was watching david tennant season again and by god i love it everytime. students in the bg thinking there's no way that wont work but it does
"the shape of thy soul is... unclear. a person with powers that cannot be comprehended in this world alone." cue reader with a smug ass grin. "they have seen worlds beyond what we know of, experienced things never seen before. thus they are not fit for any dorm." students gossip and whisper but a select few watch with interest.
"now if you'll excuse me, good sir, I've got many places to be. being in a magic college does sound fun and all, but time waits for no one. truly what an interesting place it is though." and they strat muttering under the breath in excitement, this is something they haven't seen yet. maybe they will stay. or not.
and in the case they do stay, they meet the other unclear soul, yuuken. reader's tardis happens to land by ramshackle. and they kind of hit it off in the weird way. yuuken finds a sort of companionship with them despite how odd they are.
when yuuken learns of their time lord origins, he's shocked but also at this point he's a little confused.
"okay but how do you time travel? isn't that impossible?"
"well, you traveled dimensions and maybe even time too, so are you really asking that? it's not that different from getting knocked out by a carriage and stuffed into a coffin. my coffin is much bigger than what you were probably in though." reader shrugs.
pre blot riddle is kind of pissed off about you. you ramble, you leave chaos behind your tracks, and you have the smarts to back yourself up??? annoying. he can't collar you because it does nothing. "oo, heavy collar, don't really like the choking feeling, but how interesting that you can just do that." and you use your sonic screwdriver to escape it easily. and he gets even more mad, BECAUSE THAT'S NOT HOW THAT WORKS??? and you're like, "well, there's a lot that works differently than you expect."
after the blot happens, you're pissed off. you end up experiencing the whole flashback with yuuken and you're angry for riddle. you remember that even with the joy you have for humankind, you still have those bouts of sadness and anger for the cruelty they can possess. and for a moment, after you're taken out of the flashback, they don't see this childish, snarky alien time lord. but it disappears as fast as it came.
i think im cooking guys.. im probably not fully character accurate but TRUSTTTT IM COOKING
time lord reader would be so close with malleus. both being powerful and stuff but the difference lies within their pasts and if you know doctor who, there's a lot in there. time lord reader really likes being here even though the blots make em feel bad after. but sometimes you cant help but think about the past. and malleus notices when your eyes seem a little duller. when you don't share the same energy you have for observing humans. sometimes you try to explain things but stop, and when he asks, you give him a sad smile, "i was just reminded of something." and you don't explain it any further.
but lilla knows, he knows that kind of look. that wartorn exhaustion. a look that has seen too much that the world has pushed onto them. when the burden becomes too heavy to carry.
YOU ARE COOKING!!

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
this is a PSA that you CANNOT get reported for fraud on Tumblr!!
@/chesue00 (a moot) recently got hacked n another one of my old moots got hacked (but I got blocked after the scammer realized I wasn't falling for it) so I figured I'd make this post just as a warning for everyone else
This is what the process will look like ↓
FIRST, THEY WILL COMMENT SOMETHING LIKE THIS
THIS IS THE IMAGE THEY WILL DM YOU (except with your username)
Things wrong with this screenshot:
You cannot get reported for fraud on Tumblr. Spam? yes. Fraud? No.
That is the Twitter UI. Tumblr's logo goes on the bottom left of their emails
You don't get an email when you report someone on Tumblr
why would you be dming someone on DISCORD to get a TUMBLR account unlocked
THEY WILL SEND YOU THIS MESSAGE, OR SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF IT
THINGS WRONG WITH THIS:
Tumblr usernames are unique to the person. There are no shared usernames/handles
You usually get flagged for explicit (visual) content as a blog and not whatever the scam is trying to lie to you about
Tumblr's team is not gonna be texting you on Discord
DO NOT FALL FOR THIS SCAM!! They will come from actual Tumblr accounts since they've been going around recently and successfully hacked a lot of people and are now hacking from them. Stay safe and keep your Tumblr blog in your hands 🙂↕️
𝖲𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 5
a/n: a brief little insight on how our favorite bats are doing present time. im excited to say that we are closer and closer to returning to gotham...
The manor had been unusually full since Damian arrived. His presence was sharp, like a blade being forced into a drawer already overflowing with knives. He moved through the halls like he owned them, chin lifted, eyes constantly searching.
One evening, while wandering, Damian stumbled into a wing of the house he hadn’t explored yet. He pushed open a door, expecting storage or another study.
Instead, he found a bedroom.
It was neat but untouched, as though frozen in time. The bed was perfectly made, though the blanket looked worn from years of use. A few trinkets still sat on the shelves, an old sketchbook, a mug chipped on the rim, a stuffed animal dulled by age. Dust had started to gather, but Alfred’s careful hand clearly kept it from falling into disrepair.
Damian frowned, stepping inside. “Whose room is this?”
Later, in the training area, he asked outright.
“Grayson,” he said, sword resting against his shoulder. “There’s a bedroom upstairs. It looks lived in. Who does it belong to?”
Dick froze, mid motion with his escrima sticks. For once, his easy smile faltered. “That’s… complicated, Damian.”
“Everything is complicated with this family,” Damian retorted. “Answer the question.”
Tim, sitting at the Batcomputer, didn’t look up from the screen. His fingers stilled briefly on the keys. “It was hers,” he said quietly.
“‘Hers?’” Damian pressed, eyes narrowing. “There was another sibling?”
Silence stretched. Dick set his escrima sticks down with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. There was.”
Damian blinked, startled by how heavy the air became. “And where is she now?”
Alfred’s voice cut through before anyone else could answer. He stood in the doorway, a tray of tea in his hands, his expression calm but his eyes distant. “She is not here, Master Damian.”
“Not here? What does that mean?” Damian demanded, frustration flaring.
Alfred set the tray down carefully, his back straight. “It means only what it sounds like. She is not here. And that is all you need to know for now.”
Dick glanced away, Tim kept typing, and even Bruce, passing through the Cave above, didn’t speak. The silence was answer enough.
Damian’s frown deepened. For all his sharpness, he understood when he had struck a nerve. He didn’t ask again.
But that night, lying awake in his own room, he thought of the untouched bed and the carefully dusted shelves. Someone had lived here. Someone the family still carried like a wound.
And Damian Wayne hated not knowing why.
-
That night, after the house had quieted, Alfred carried a tray down the hall. The others were asleep, or pretending to be. Damian’s questions had unsettled everyone, tugging at scars that never really healed.
He paused at the door Damian had found earlier. Your door. His hand lingered on the knob before he pushed it open.
The room greeted him with its familiar stillness. Moonlight spilled across the neatly made bed, glinting off the small trinkets you’d left behind. Alfred stepped inside, setting the tray, tea he didn’t intend to drink, on your old desk. He moved with slow precision, as if afraid any sudden motion might shatter the fragile memory that hung in the air.
He straightened the already tidy blanket, smoothed the pillow, and dusted the shelves that hadn’t collected more than a day’s worth of specks. He did this every evening, a ritual as steady as the beating of his heart.
His fingers brushed across your sketchbook, the worn edges soft under his touch. He didn’t open it, he never did, but he lingered there, thumb pressed gently against the cover as though holding onto a piece of you through the paper itself.
Alfred’s chest ached. Damian’s voice echoed in his mind. Who does it belong to? Where is she now?
He had wanted to tell him. To say your name out loud again, to let the silence break. But the words had stuck in his throat. The truth was heavy, complicated, wrapped in grief and secrets too sharp for a boy Damian’s age to carry.
So instead, Alfred sighed softly, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Wherever you are, my dear,” he murmured into the quiet, “I hope you know this home has never stopped being yours.”
For a moment, he closed his eyes. And in the silence of the manor, he could almost hear your laughter, faint and fleeting, like the ghost of a memory too precious to fade.
-
It was late in the Batcave when Damian asked. The hum of the Batcomputer filled the silence, monitors glowing across Bruce’s face as he typed, his cowl resting on the desk beside him.
Damian stood at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed, his sword strapped across his back. He didn’t bother with the preamble. “Father. Who lived in the locked room upstairs?”
Bruce’s hands paused on the keyboard. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly before he resumed typing. “It’s not important.”
Damian’s eyes narrowed. “Not important? I asked Alfred, Grayson, even Drake. All of them dodge the question. They avoid even saying her name. Why?”
“Drop it.” Bruce’s voice was firm, final.
But Damian Wayne wasn’t one to let go. He strode forward, his voice cutting through the hum of the cave. “If she was family, then I have a right to know. Was she a failure? A disgrace? Did you cast her aside the way you nearly cast me aside?”
Bruce’s chair scraped against the stone floor as he turned sharply. His glare was icy, but beneath it was something heavier, something Damian didn’t expect. Pain.
“She was your sister,” Bruce said at last, his voice low. “And she’s gone.”
The words hit harder than Damian expected. He blinked, caught off guard, but recovered quickly, his chin lifting. “Gone where? Dead? Missing?”
Bruce stood, towering over him, the weight of the cowl still present even when it wasn’t on his face. “Enough.”
The word cracked like a whip through the cave.
For a long moment, Damian just stared up at him. He saw the faint flicker of grief in Bruce’s eyes, the same grief that hung over Jason’s case, the same grief that seemed carved into the walls of the manor itself.
Damian’s fists clenched at his sides. He hated the silence. Hated being left out of the truth. But even more, he hated the way Bruce’s voice had broken on that single word: sister.
With a frustrated growl, Damian turned on his heel, storming back toward the cave stairs. But in his chest, a fire burned hotter than before.
Whoever you were, he wasn’t going to stop until he knew.
-
The manor was quiet that night, save for the crackle of the fireplace in Bruce’s study. The rain outside tapped steadily against the tall windows, filling the silence Alfred had let stretch between them.
Bruce stood near the fire, his cape draped over the back of a chair, his shoulders taut. Alfred set down a silver tray with two cups of untouched tea, his movements deliberate, calm, but the tension in his jaw betrayed him.
“You should have told him,” Alfred said at last. His voice was soft, but the words landed sharp.
Bruce didn’t turn from the fire. “He doesn’t need to know.”
Alfred’s eyes narrowed faintly. “He asked. He found her room. How much longer do you intend to bury her memory beneath silence and locked doors?”
“She’s not here anymore,” Bruce said flatly. “The less Damian knows, the better.”
Alfred’s composure cracked, just slightly. His voice tightened. “And what does that make her, then? A ghost? An inconvenience to be swept aside?”
Bruce’s shoulders stiffened, but he still didn’t look away from the flames. “It makes her a liability. Damian is already carrying enough with Ra’s, the League, the expectations he’s drowning in. Adding her story… it’s not fair to him.”
“Not fair to him,” Alfred repeated quietly, his gaze hardening. “Or not fair to you?”
The words hung heavy between them. For once, Bruce faltered. His hand curled into a fist, jaw tight, eyes shadowed.
Alfred stepped closer, his voice gentling but no less firm. “She was your daughter, Master Bruce. Your child. Pretending she never existed won’t erase what was done to her, or the part you played in letting her slip away.”
Finally, Bruce turned, his expression caught somewhere between anger and grief. “I did what I thought was best.”
“And look where that has left you,” Alfred replied softly. His eyes flicked toward the ceiling, toward the wing where your untouched room waited. “A house full of children, and yet somehow… always missing one.”
Bruce’s throat tightened. In the flicker of the firelight, he saw flashes of you, your small hands clutching Alfred’s sleeve, your eyes searching for his attention, the silence you wrapped around yourself like armor when you realized he would never give it. The guilt gnawed at him endlessly. You had been his responsibility. His child. And he had failed you.
He looked away first, his shoulders sagging just enough for Alfred to see the weight pressing him down. The rain beat harder against the windows, drowning out the crackle of the fire.
For a long time, neither of them spoke. The fire popped in the hearth, the storm rumbled outside.
Bruce looked away first, his shoulders sinking just enough for Alfred to see the weight pressing on him. Alfred, as always, said no more, but in his chest, he carried the same vow he had made the day you left:
That no matter what Bruce chose to hide, he would never let your memory fade.
-
The Narrows were always alive at night. Neon signs buzzed faintly, half their bulbs dead, while the streets pulsed with crime and shadows. Jason moved through it like a ghost, helmet gleaming red under the flickering lights.
Another brawl. Another gang dumb enough to test the Red Hood.
The last thug went down with a crack, his pipe clattering uselessly against the wet pavement. Jason’s chest heaved beneath his leather jacket, smoke from his gun curling into the rain-heavy air.
But even as his enemies lay groaning around him, his mind wasn’t on the fight.
It was on you.
He’d seen your face for a split second, in the eyes of a terrified teen he’d yanked out of the line of fire. Wide, startled, too familiar. His stomach had lurched before reality snapped back. The kid wasn’t you. Couldn’t be you.
Because you were gone.
That was what Bruce told him when he first clawed his way back into Gotham’s underbelly, raw and broken. That you were gone. Just one more body swallowed by Gotham’s endless hunger.
Jason clenched his jaw, helmet tucked under one arm now. The rain plastered his hair to his forehead, streaking down his scarred face. Gone. Bruce never elaborated. No grave, no details, just a hollow statement that twisted in Jason’s gut every time he thought of it.
But tonight, as he wiped blood from his knuckles, the flashes kept coming.
You, small and scrappy, laughing as you tugged his cape too big for your shoulders. You, chirping in his ear like the “Little Bird” nickname he couldn’t shake. You, clutching him tight when he first put on the Robin suit, pride glowing in your eyes.
Jason cursed under his breath, slamming his fist into the crumbling brick wall beside him. The Narrows swallowed the sound, uncaring.
“Where the hell are you, kid?” he muttered, voice hoarse.
Because for the first time in years, Jason wondered if Bruce had lied.
And the thought of you being out there somewhere, alive, hurting, thinking you were alone, burned hotter than any of his rage.
-
It was well past midnight when Jason slipped into the manor. He didn’t bother with subtlety, boots muddy, jacket soaked from Gotham rain. The place still smelled the same, old wood and polish, like nothing in it had changed since he was a kid. Except him.
He found Alfred in the kitchen, as he always did. The butler was just setting a kettle on the stove, sleeves rolled neatly, calm even in the dead of night.
Jason leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, helmet under his arm. “Still making tea at ungodly hours, huh?”
Alfred didn’t flinch. He turned, meeting Jason’s tired eyes with the same steady warmth he always had. “Some habits refuse to die, Master Jason. Much like some young men.”
Jason smirked at the jab, but it didn’t last. His expression hardened. “I need to know something.”
Alfred’s brow lifted. “And what might that be?”
Jason stepped forward, dropping his helmet onto the counter with a hollow clunk. “The girl. Y/N. Bruce told me she was gone. That was it. No grave. No explanation. Just gone.” His voice tightened, the edge of anger breaking through. “But I keep… I keep seeing her. Or thinking I do. So tell me straight, what the hell really happened to her?”
Alfred stilled, one hand resting on the teapot handle. His face betrayed nothing, but his silence was heavy.
Jason’s fists clenched. “Don’t you start too. I’ve had enough of Bruce’s half assed truths and Grayson’s pity looks. If she’s dead, just say it. If she’s not-” His voice cracked despite himself. “If she’s not, then why the hell didn’t anyone tell me?”
Alfred’s eyes softened, a flicker of grief breaking through his composure. He set the kettle aside and faced Jason fully. “She is not dead, Jason. At least… not in the way you fear.”
Jason blinked, his breath catching. “Then where-”
“That is not my secret to tell,” Alfred interrupted gently, though his voice wavered at the edges. “But know this: she was taken where Bruce believed she would be… safer. Whether that decision was right is another matter entirely.”
Jason’s jaw tightened. The words landed like a gut punch. Alive. Out there. And Bruce had let him believe otherwise.
Jason dragged a hand over his face, letting out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Safe? That’s rich. Gotham eats people alive every day and somehow he thought lying to all of us was the answer?”
Alfred’s voice dropped, raw with unspoken sorrow. “I argued with him. Believe me, I did. But in the end… Bruce chose, as he always does.”
The kitchen fell quiet, save for the soft whistle of the kettle. Jason stared at the floor, his chest burning with something between relief and fury.
Finally, he grabbed his helmet, slipping it back under his arm. “Thanks, Alfie. You told me more than he ever did.”
-
Damian hadn’t meant to overhear. He was passing through the hall when Jason’s raised voice caught his ear, sharp with frustration. Out of instinct, Damian lingered by the door, quiet as a shadow.
The words sank into him slowly. Alive. Alfred’s voice was steady, certain. His sister, the one everyone avoided speaking about, wasn’t dead after all. She was alive, somewhere beyond the manor’s walls.
When Jason finally stormed off, Damian stayed rooted in place, mind racing. He thought of the untouched room upstairs, of Alfred’s care in keeping it clean, of the way everyone had avoided his questions.
Later that night, Damian made his way into the Batcave. Bruce was at the computer, cape draped over the back of his chair, the glow of the monitors reflecting in his tired eyes.
“Father,” Damian said, his voice even.
Bruce glanced at him briefly. “You should be asleep.”
“I overheard Jason speaking with Pennyworth,” Damian said plainly. “He was asking about her.”
Bruce’s shoulders stiffened. “Damian”
“She’s alive, isn’t she?” Damian pressed, tilting his head. His tone wasn’t accusing, not angry, just curious, insistent. “My sister.”
For a long moment, the cave hummed with silence. Then Bruce sighed, leaning back in his chair. He didn’t confirm it directly, but he didn’t deny it either.
Damian stepped closer, his hands clasped behind his back in an almost formal posture. “Why has no one told me? Why keep her a secret?”
Bruce’s gaze softened, though it was shadowed by something Damian couldn’t yet name. “Because her life took a different path. One that isn’t tied to this family the way yours is.”
Damian frowned, his brows knitting. “But she is family. My blood.”
Bruce’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Yes. She is.”
Damian looked thoughtful, not combative. He nodded slowly, letting the silence stretch. “I would like to meet her one day,” he said at last. “To know her.”
Bruce didn’t answer right away. His eyes returned to the monitors, though his jaw tightened faintly. “Perhaps,” was all he said.
Damian didn’t push further. But as he walked away, his mind was already turning. He wanted to understand this sister who had been hidden from him. And deep down, he knew curiosity would one day drive him to find her, no matter what Bruce decided.
TAGLIST: CLOSED
@23xfgg @delusiontown-exe @serenemanifestoscheme @solarisstarrsolomonsbeloved @celesteelysia @time-shardz @iglb12 @stormnightingale @cruzerforce4256 @viorice @demis2955 @bearchermer @pookiedragonfire @the-dumber-scaramouche @sugar-snapp @kiyomisan @firefly983 @khaleesihavilliard @iloveescara @doggyteam2028 @cssammyyarts @dyedscarletletter @breezymoney @diobolicaldinosaur @viorice @frvv @soomxss @exeo130-blog @1abi @lapaufabi @c4xcocoa @bubble579 @not-aya @seanwalbrecht @eli-mayhaveatencats @ghostlyworld @boopsie666 @lazybot
Eating this shit up like it's from a 5 star restaurant
𝖲𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍
𝙉𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙒𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙧, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙒𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝘿𝙞𝙘𝙠, 𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙞𝙢—𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙅𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤, 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝘼𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙙’𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨. 𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙂𝙤𝙟𝙤 𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣. 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙂𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙢 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙨—𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢.
𝖨𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 2 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 3 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 4 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 5 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 6 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 7 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 8 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 9 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 10
Send Your Name Around the Moon
Your name goes here. The Artemis II mission is launching in early 2026. You can sign up now to have your name aboard the Orion spacecraft when it flies around the Moon. All of the names will be recorded onto a memory card that will be stowed inside of the capsule. You can submit as many names as you want — including your friends or pets!
Don’t forget to download your boarding pass: go.nasa.gov/artemisnames
How I feel working on fanfics lol

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Pokemon Guidebook: When You Accidentally Get Isekai’d (ch 2)
╰┈➤ reader info the reader is g/n!! i do have an image in my head of how they look in my head just to make the writing process easier but there is no said gender. also they barely speak
╰┈➤ warnings talks about getting killed
╰┈➤ word count 1142
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
╰┈➤ a/n yayy chapter two!!! cant believed i uploaded chapter two of this before my long fic i started in february… sigh self indulgence really does go a long way… i hope you enjoy this chapter guys !! edit: forgot to mention, this chapter is very scum villain inspired lol
prologue. ch 1. ch 2
No! My child! Ditto! :(
Pokemon Guidebook: When You Accidentally Get Isekai’d (ch 1)
╰┈➤ reader info the reader is g/n!! i do have an image in my head of how they look just to make the writing process easier but there is no said gender. also they barely speak
╰┈➤ fandoms genshin impact + pokemon
╰┈➤ warnings i guess like… getting arrested?? not actually… that doesnt even happen…
╰┈➤ word count 700
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
╰┈➤ a/n i wanted to upload the first chapter immediately after the prologue bc i actually wrote the first chapter before the prologue lol anyways my WIFE (keqing (despite being level 40)) is in this chapter!!
prologue. ch 1. ch 2
Ditto, my beloved
Pokemon Guidebook: When You Accidentally Get Isekai’d (Prologue)
╰┈➤ reader info the reader is g/n!! i do have an image in my head of how they look just to make the writing process easier but there is no said gender. also they barely speak
╰┈➤ fandoms genshin impact + pokemon
╰┈➤ warnings no warnings this chapter
╰┈➤ word count 182!! just a prologue, setting things up.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
╰┈➤ a/n this is very self indulgent. i like sagau, i LOVE pokemon so theres only a natural progression for me. make a self indulgent fanfic, obv. this isnt my first fanfic, but its my first fanfic on tumblr!! so bear with me… hope you enjoy!!
prologue. ch 1. ch 2
in a kill it with your sword kill it with your sword amen mood today
So true buddy
How Yuu was transported to Twisted Wonderland :

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
I did NOT expect to see Malleus become part of the Shroud family business. Do you think Idia is ready to adopt the magic lizzard prince?
the total narrative perfection of Malleus doing an internship at Styx was tempered only by my disappointment that they're going to have him be doing, like, cataloguing and artifact restoration and not actually anything that involves using a computer. :( like. I mean. that's perfect for him actually but I wanted to see Malleus let loose in a server room like a confused giraffe wandering around in a commercial printing shop. I demand Idia trying to teach Malleus how to use the company dropbox. I want to see him try to explain the concept of a password keychain. this is going to be even harder than trying to explain programming to Riddle in less than three minutes, and it's not going to work out nearly as well.
(they'll be lucky if they manage to make it past the entrance without incident)
started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?
(kon 'conner' el kent x batsis!reader)
desc: what had initially started as him flirting with you to piss the bats off has now spiraled into a long term and painful crush.
dividers by @saradika-graphics