Dec 20, 2024
"Neon Whirl" by Marcel Zeiss
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"Neon Whirl" by Marcel Zeiss
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And so we all roll the die again for the start of another new year...
Carved Wooden Die, Newstead, 1st to 2nd Century CE, National Museums Scotland, Edinburgh
“You’re a good father to them.” Dick paused, and the cavern stretched out between them. That gouge. That occasional assessment Bruce did every so often. To test his place. “No.” Dick corrected, like always, because he’d be damned if he let Bruce try to negate his place in the family again. “I’m a decent older brother.” He shrugged, grinning. Trying to act natural. “You’re a good Dad, though. At least I think I turned out okay.” He waited, hardly daring to breathe, that life preserver flung out between them, and watched Bruce. Waited for him to dismiss it. To pull back. To finally admit he was sick of them. Finally do what he’d wanted to do since Dick was eight and leave them, agree that all the hard work he’d put in over the years wasn’t worth it, that they weren't worth it. Weren't deserving of him. But, like always, Bruce was stronger than that, and he breached the space between them, building a bridge where Dick only ever managed to create a rope line. “I think you’re spectacular.” Bruce murmured, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. Pulling closer, when Dick knew he should've pulled away a long time ago. “I don't know how much credit I can get for it. But I’ll take it.” Dick laughed, leaning into his fathers side, accepting the affection for as long as Bruce would still give it. For as long as his father thought he was deserving of the title of his son. “I think you did pretty well.”
“You're a good father to them.” Bruce said quietly, voice echoing in the space between them. Dick paused, that chasm building beneath Bruce’s feet with every second that passed. Because it was the truth. Dick was a good father to the boys, to Damian and Tim and even Jason and Steph. He was better than Bruce would ever be and it was about time he realized it and forgot about Bruce. Kicked him out for good. But, like always, Dick surprised him, showed he was too good for him. “No.” His son disagreed, because Bruce was selfish and couldn't just be a legal guardian, he needed to be his official father too. “I’m a decent older brother.” He shrugged, throwing a grin over, like it was the most natural conversation to have in the world, the person who’s supposed to be taking care of everything having to thank you for doing all the work he couldn't. “You’re a good Dad, though. At least I think I turned out okay.” He laughed, smiling down at himself self-deprecatingly, and Bruce wanted to scream that he was perfect, that any and every flaw he saw in himself was Bruce’s fault, that he deserved better. Bruce should’ve pulled away. Should’ve argued against it. Disappeared from his children's lives and let them live on in peace without him. Better off without him. But Bruce was weak, and he closed the distance between them drawing his son close for as long as he was still able. “I think you’re spectacular.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to Dick’s head, grateful for any ounce of affection he was allowed to show someone who should by all rights despise him. “I don't know how much credit I can get for it. But I’ll take it.” He admitted quietly. Dick, because he was too good for this world, too good for Bruce, leaned against him, fulfilling the need Bruce should have killed off a long time ago, but could never escape from, and huffed a laugh, pretending. Because if Dick was anything, it was a good performer. “I think you did pretty well.”
-a little something i wrote that would be wayyyy too much of a time commitment and need far too much motivation- the original plan was to write two stories- the exact same plot and everything, just told from Dick and Bruce's perspective respectively, and while Bruce is living in his self-loathing and hatred Dick is over here thinking he's the stars in the sky and that he's the burden and they're two fucked up codependent individuals but they're mine and anyway I'm not gonna be able to make this a whole fic but was decently pleased with this scene so uhhh *throws it at you like beads like we're at a Louisiana mardi gras parade*
it says ur requests r open uhh may i please get some pixles themed after circus/pastels/frosted animal cookies
I couldn't find any frosted animal cookies so i just put some animal shaped ones and normal frosted cookies. I have other pastel pixels on this post, some pastel biscuits, and a few animal faced ones.
do you ever put random things through your shredder for fun
HA! Don’t you know it? Put this thing in the ringer more times than you can count! I like to put bots in, just a little at a time. Enough to make ‘em squirm! Sometimes they have some contraband in there that rattles around real good.
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