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Alfred, Bruce, and Dick(14ish) fighting intruders at Wayne manor. Alfred’s moves are all very precise and fast, all close hand to hand; Dick is jumping off bookshelves and roundhouse kicks someone and is just a maniac; Bruce just fucking yeets a grown man out of a window

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Dick: [practicing ballet while Alfred and Bruce are in the doorway]

A: your father wouldn’t have let you do ballet.

B: I’m not my father. [pauses, looks at him] you would’ve let me do ballet.

A:Let you? Would’ve preferred it over what you do now

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Bruce sprays himself w fear toxin to make himself immune (or just prepare for its affects) and has the most batshit horrifying nightmare sequence.

Scarecrow later sprays him in a fight, Batman doesn’t flinch, slowly breathing out fear gas out of his nostrils like a goddamn demon

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Dick at his apartment on the phone with Jason, suddenly aware there’s someone in there with him. Dick continues a normal convo as he scours his house. Maybe he stays on the phone during the fight, maybe he puts him on hold idk

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Early in his training, Jason spits on Bruce bc that’s how Jason learned to fight. Bruce says to never, ever, spit on an opponent unless he was ready to die. When joker asks him if he has any last words, Jason spits in his face.

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B: [just got Dick. He’s using a child in the house an excuse not to host so many parties bc he doesn’t like them that much] it’ll be nice to finally get some peace and quiet around here.

*very loud crash from the other room. The light leaves Bruce’s eyes*

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Bruce: [in some remote area in the middle of nowhere, being held up by men who’re p much abt to kill him

Man: who’s are you?

Bruce: Thomas uh...Pennyworth

Man: Alfred Pennyworth is your father?

Bruce: [visibly confused] Yes?

The band of men: *cheer, give Bruce a hot meal and send him on his way*

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Maybe just a recurring theme of the moment the Batfam members realize alfred is incomprehensibly badass

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Tim on a 4chan(ish) site, where everyone adamantly denies that Bruce Wayne is Batman. He notices a pattern emerge. Tim copies the posts onto a word doc. Despite being local, most of the posts contain British spelling. That’s how he knows it’s a cover up

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Bruce’s and Jason’s motifs both contain the Dires Ire. Dick’s and Joker’s motifs are both circus music, but jokers is discordant and dicks is just a little bit sad. The Batfam theme combines elements of their motifs, adding more the bigger the family gets

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Barb: [as oracle] oh, look it that, I got into their speaker system that’s weird.

Nightwing: can you play music?

Speakers: It’s Britney, bitch

Nightwing: [screams, fist fights to gimme more playing in the background]

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Movie opens with a woman you don’t know fighting some guy and stealing his shit. She bursts through a window, doing impressive flips n shit to scale the fire escape. She slides into a black car, revealed to be the Batmobile. She leans down, takes her wig off- it’s Dick.

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Bruce[suiting up, grabbing supplies, having an argument with Alfred] maybe I’m Gotham’s hero, and maybe I’m just some bratty rich kid whose bored, I don’t know. But I know one thing

A: and what’s that?

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it gets treated as this like stock fandom AU and i'll see people like 'i don't understand why anyone wants to read this' and i'm like yes that's bcos it's pretty intense* fetish content & you don't have the right assortment of fetishes for it? there's a bunch of other similar Stock Settings that just haven't breached containment.

firstly the aforementioned demographic of people who have somehow genuinely failed to clock that it's a kink thing

but also a second demographic of people who seem to have taken its like. prominence in fandom spaces as a sign that they're somehow 'expected' to like it? i've not really seen this attitude with any other kink.

the omegaverse belongs to an genre i have mentally dubbed 'speculative kink'. there are various other types of speculative kink; a well known example in fanfiction spaces is the dom/sub AU, a kind of precursor to omegaverse where the premise is 'what if everyone was biologically a dom or a sub'.

however: there various other shared speculative kink settings out there. unfortunately I cannot get into this too much without discussing some uhhh Devils Sacraments I have attended so you will have to trust me. but I'm aware of several other demographics out there doing speculative kink worldbuilding.

a major difference between omegaverse and the other speculative kink settings I'm aware of is that omegaverse takes itself much more seriously. omegaverse works are often aiming to be understood as serious commentary on gender roles with legitimate worldbuilding. in contrast other speculative kink is typically very open about the fact that the worldbuilding is complete nonsense that exists in service of getting to the kink as soon as possible.

bestowing my highest honor as an artist to ffxv (drawing the characters in fun outfits)

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One day, we had what the Aussies called a bit of a brass-up. Just our ship alone, but we caught an NVA battalion crossing a river, and wonder of wonders, we got permission to fire before they finished. The gunner had a round explode in the chamber, jamming his 60, and the fool had left his barrel bag, with spares, back in the revetment.

So while he was frantically rummaging under my seat for my barrel bag, it was over to me, young and crazy, standing on the skid, singing something by the Stones at the of my lungs with the mike keyed so the others could listen in, and Lord, Lord, I rode that 60. 3000 rounds, an empty ammo box, and a smoking barrel that I had burned out because I didn't want to take the time to change. We got ordered out right after I went dry, so the artillery could open up, and of course, the arty took credit for every body recovered, but we could count how many bodies were floating in the river when we pulled out.

The next day in the orderly room an officer with a literary bent announced my entrance with "Behold, the Iceman cometh." For those of you unfamiliar with Eugene O'Neil, the Iceman was Death. I hated that name, but I couldn't shake it. And, to tell you the truth, by that time maybe it fit.

I have, or used to have, a photo of a young man sitting on a log eating C-rations with a pair of chopsticks. There are three dead NVA laid out in a line just beside him. He didn't kill them. He didn't choose to sit there because of the bodies. It was just the most convenient place to sit. The bodies don't bother him. He doesn't care. They're just part of the landscape.

The young man is glancing at the camera, and you know in one look that you aren't going to take this guy home to meet your parents. Back in the world, you wouldn't want him in your neighborhood, because he is cold, cold, cold. I strangled that SOB, drove a stake through his heart, and buried him face down under a crossroad outside Saigon before coming home, because I knew that guy wasn't made to survive in a civilian environment.

I think he's gone. All of him. I hope so. I much prefer being remembered as Ganesha, the Remover of Obstacles.

world’s tiredest (had to draw the meme) (i have another version with superman coming up)

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