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Happy belated Birthday, Undertale!
I started this the day before the anniversary and let's just say, college got busy
(ノ-_-)ノ~┻━┻
Hope y'all enjoy this regardless!!
My true family
this is is my @maribat-secret-santa for @myblacknightworld i am really sorry that this is late and hope you enjoy it
“MARINETTE” she heard her mothers voice shout “GET DOWN HERE YOUNG LADY “her mother continued. With a sigh Marinette went down to the living room where her mother and father stood with unreadable expressions on their faces. “ me and your father have decided that we can no longer tolerate your toxic behavior any longer, we thought we raised you better I mean bullying a poor girl over jealousy that is simply unexpectable and for that we have decided to send you to your biological father to knock some sense into you he has already been contacted and has agreed to take you in until this behavior of yours is gone.
Biological father
BIOLOGICAL FATHER
Tom wasn’t her real dad , the man who raised her , loved her , and cared for her wasn’t her real father. Mere words could not describe how she felt after being informed of this development.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard her mother speaking again “ you will be leaving tomorrow so pack your things “ the message was clear their minds won’t change so don’t bother trying.
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The next morning her parents ……... she didn’t even know if she should keep calling them that took her to the airport and left without even saying goodbye, she won’t deny that it stung a little.
Arriving in Gotham was strange to say the least for she was not expecting g to be greeted by a man who introduced himself as her family’s butler : Alfred Pennyworth
“ Hello mademoiselle my name is Alfred pennyworth the Wayne family butler I have been instructed by mater Bruce to pick you up from the airport “ ah yes did she forget to mention that her biological father was Bruce Wayne
“ Hello mister pennyworth my name is Marinette though I think you may know that already “ she mumbled the last part to herself . “ Also, there will be no need to call me mademoiselle, Marinette is fine “ she informed the amused butler who was wondering how this girl was the troublesome girl master Bruce had described . “ Well then miss Marinette please follow me into the car “ the girl nodded and followed the butler to the car which turned out to be a limo. Chuckling at the young girl’s surprise Alfred opened the limousine car door for the young girl . once getting in the car Alfred began to drive to Wayne manor .
When they arrived at said manor Marinette couldn’t stop herself at gapping at the size of the mansion for it looking like a fricking castle.
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Once inside the mansion Alfred took her to the lobby to her surprise to find the entire Wayne family standing there ( no doubt waiting for their arrival ) Marinette wasn’t going to lie and say that she wasn’t surprised by the number of sons her father had . Marinette noticed that many of them seemed to have a common feature of blue eyes pale skin and pitch-black hair except one of them for he had dark forest green eyes tan skin and black hair . Marinette also noticed some somethings she could not help but find unusual on of the boys had a white streak in his hair the boy next to him had dark bangs under his eyes and looked like he was going to pass out any second the shortest of them seemed to be wearing a permanent scowl across his face while the tallest of them who Marinette immediately guessed was her biological father had a black expression on his face . gathering up all her courage Marinette went up to the man and introduced herself “ hello sir my name is Marinette Dupain Cheng “ she said and put on her sunshine smile that nearly blinded the entire room
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Bruce was shocked when he was informed that he had another child and a troublesome one at that he thought he will be dealing with a Damian 2.O but he did not expect for said child to be an absolute ray of sunshine.
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Damian was not happy when he was informed that his father has another child he was beyond pissed for he thought he was his fathers only biological child , the blood son , the person who will one day soon take on the mantle of batman once his father retired . his father told him the girl was a troublemaker great another heathen he had to deal with what he did not expect is for the girl to act like an angel
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The Wayne brothers know one thing upon seeing the angelic girls smile they would go tell hell and back to make sure nothing wrong happened to this child
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After Marinette introduced herself she heard her father speak “ hello Marinette its nice to meet you and there would be no need to call me sir you can call me Bruce or dad or whatever you feel comfortable with may I introduce you to my son the boy with the cheesy grin is my eldest son Richard Grayson though he likes to be called Dick the boy with the white hair steak is my second eldest Jason Todd the boy who looks like he is going to pass out is my second youngest Tim drake the boy with the scowl is my youngest and only blood child Damian Wayne its very nice to meet you Marinette”
after being introduced to all the Wayne's Marinette couldn't help but think that maybe a new family won’t be so bad after all .
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Here are a few snapshots of the Wayne family after Marinette joined
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“ WHY IS THE BATCAVE FILLED WITH PINK PAINT AND GLITTER” Marinette heard the first thing she woke up much to her amusement. You see a few weeks within living in the manor and Marinette found out that her family was the infamous bat clan, so she decided to pull of you pranks on them. Don’t you think for a moment that this was the only prank
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“FATHER I CAN’T FIND MY KATANAS”
“ BRUCE WHO STOLE ALL MY GUNNS
“ WHO ON EARTH CHANGED ALL MY COFFIE TO DECAFF “
“ FORGET YOUR DECAFE ALL MY CERAL HAD BEEN REPLACED WITH CHEESE.”
Marinette had to stop herself from laughing at the storm of chaos she had created.
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Marinette was sitting on the couch reading a book when she noticed her brother Damian enter the room . the second he entered he began screaming like a maniac “YOU KISSED KENT” ahhhh that’s why he was angry you see a few months back her brother had introduced her to his self-proclaimed best friend Jonathan Kent over time the two developed feelings for one another and just last week they had both shared their feelings with one another and had started dating and a few days ago Jon had mustered up the courage to kiss her and of course nothing stays secret in the Wayne household so it was only natural her brothers found out about it
This was going to be a long day.
A caw can be heard over head.
24/11/2022 Turkey day.
Seemingly both skeletons and wizards alike celebrate turkey day as well as it has been a slow day.
Wizard implies skeletons are dead wizards, if true does this mean this is a civil war?
More and more skeletons looking less and less human. Skeleton species and what you need to know about them.
Happy turkey day and have some gravy
request:
name aesthetic: alva
“the name alva means ‘elf’, but can alternatively mean ‘her highness’
Ok... I got this
Ok
Oh, no
"Careful dear"
"You did only wake up now"
\H-hello/
"So, Link. Do you know why you were in that storm?"
\No, sorry, I don't/
<=_=>
his eagerness to touch her, to have her had taken over. it was really when she addressed him as sir that he knew there would be no going back from this. His thumb brushed gently along her cheek and the smooth skin on her neck as she removed her top. then when she moved onto her skirt, his hand gently dragged along her chest, a hand cupping one of her breasts through her bra.
blue eyes glanced downward at her cute little panties. his fingers dragged down her stomach and to the brim of the fabric, gently grabbing them. "i do. all of it."
hope's heart thumped in chest as he finally touched her, forcing her cheeks to glow coral, her lips instinctively parting as his thumb was welcomed into the warmth of her mouth. mind raced a million miles, somewhat in disbelief that her advances had worked and this was truly happening, but one order rang clear and silenced every other thought: undress.
❝ y-yes, sir. ❞ eagerly, the girl fumbled with her top, popping the buttons down the center until her chest covered by her ditsy patterned bra became exposed. as she shrugged the garment off her slender shoulders and down her arms to be tossed aside, brown eyes searched the blue of his, anxiously awaiting either a sign of approval or one of regret. this was her best friend's father, after all. she'd waited an eternity for dean to pay this kind of attention to her, wished to prove herself worthy of his time every day since she met him, that she was only too aware that this could all be snatched away at any second should a moment of doubt enter his mind. shifting her body so that her skirt could be pulled down and pooled in a heap at her feet, her matching panties now on show for the older man, angled her head to observe him wide-eyed from under rows of black lashes. ❝ do you want me to take it all off? ❞
taglist: @enchanted-lightning-aes
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A/N: Welcome to part 3!!! In my head these next two parts as a cat’s interaction with their prey and then their person - toying with the prey then presenting their person with a prize. and any titles that don’t fit the theme are alliterative
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Part III: Gloat
The over-air-conditioned room gave Bella goosebumps under her long-sleeved uniform. Her office chair creaked as she swung restlessly back and forth in small arcs. She almost wished she felt more remorse for the situation, but years of business dealings had left her cold and hardened towards trivial, temporary suffering — especially when she was the one who benefited. It didn’t mean she sought to cause others pain; it just didn’t seem worth putting herself at disadvantage to prevent minor misery.
So, her gaze was cold and hard as she gazed at Manic Alchemist splayed out in front of her. Using general knowledge and her own specialized knowledge she had as his supplier, she had stripped him of anything that would help him escape. His overly dramatic dark green cape was gone, as were his boots and the detailing from his costume that she had custom-made with escape attempts in mind.
He looked naked with the key elements of his outfit missing.
She flicked the seam between his glove and sleeve. His dark goggles were still on his face, left there to protect his identity. Though this meant Bella couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or not, it was easy to tell he was still passed out — his breathing was deep and even, and his expression was relaxed and serene. His face was smooth where annoyance usually tightened his features.
He actually looked fourteen like this.
Standing and clenching and unclenching her fist twice at her side, Bella came to a decision. She padded over to stand by his head, swept his dark hair away from the side of his head, and brushed a hand over his ear. Sitting down once again, Bella settled in to wait for him to wake up.
It didn’t take long.
Not three minutes later, Manic Alchemist pushed weakly against the restraints and then bucked harder when they didn’t budge. His head whipped around, half-lidded eyes darting wildly, trying to get a gauge of his surroundings.
Bella smoothed her red domino mask down. She adjusted the distortion speaker hooked around her ears as she watched Manic Alchemist vainly twist his wrists in the restraints and try to slip his feet out. Honestly, it was kind of pathetic.
“What am I- who are you- where is-?” Manic Alchemist seemed to have retained none of his usual coherence. Bella supposed that made sense - it would probably be rather alarming waking up in a strange place chained to an angled bench, especially after the simulation he was put through to keep him under longer.
“Hello, Manic Alchemist. You’re awake sooner than expected,” Bella said levelly.
Alchemist’s mouth went slack, his unfocused eyes wheeling around where she sat, purposefully positioned in the center of his vision. His questions had stopped, and he didn’t seem to be close to procuring words to interrogate her any time soon.
She continued, “Or perhaps not. Your superior intellect isn’t that grossly exaggerated, so it follows that you’d be able to throw off mental distortions meant to keep you subdued relatively quickly.”
“Who are you? What am I doing here? Where am I?” he asked, words tumbling out of him in a desperate jumble.
Bella sighed in exasperation. She should have known he would be disoriented, thrown off. While it was jarring to see him so unlike his usual self, it was gratifying to have him humbled and shut up. “How much do you remember before being locked up?” she countered, sidestepping his questions.
Missing her change of subject, he answered haltingly, as pieces of his memory fell into place, “I remember meeting up with… her. And then she made some offers, and then, and then…”
“Nothing else?” prompted Bella. She needed to know how much to throw off Manic Alchemist’s suspicion, and anyone else who would interrogate him. Lies were easy enough to handle, given the extent to which she schooled her words anyway, but it was better to formulate coverups sooner rather than later so as to concoct a believable falsehood that would keep her secrets hidden.
“She knocked me out!” Manic Alchemist blurted. Bella cursed silently. “She must have been set up, she’s never so nervous, and she never lets me ramble since it annoys her, and she never apologizes, she, she… You! You must have set her up. Forced her to kidnap me.”
Scrambling to take control of the conversation, and the teenager’s train of thought, Bella attempted to soothe him. “I don’t know who you’re talking about. And you weren’t kidnapped. I arrested you.”
Once again, Manic Alchemist was at a loss for words. Bella smirked, her expression hidden by the shadows of the poorly lit room.
Finally, he faintly said, “What?”
“I arrested you,” repeated Bella, overenunciating every word.
“Why?”
Bella pursed her lips in mock consideration. “You’re not a very intimidating figure. You’re not dangerous in close quarters. And the damage you’ve done to the city warrants some punishment.” As she spoke, she ticked off the reasons on her fingers.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Manic Alchemist said, stalling as Bella watched the gears turn in his head. His hands twitched in their restraints. “Who arrested me?”
“The city.”
“How?”
“Very easily. It’s nothing strictly personal, but beyond your little light shows that tear up a few blocks at a time, you’re a weak villain. Just. A. Kid.” Scarlet Maiden paused for effect then added, “And it’s our job. My job now.”
With those devastating words, Manic Alchemist drooped, head hung low in hopelessness. Scarlet Maiden turned on her heel and left the room. The steel door clicked shut in her wake and reverberated around the room now lit only by monitors and the glint of a captured villain’s goggles.
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□HATSUNE MIKU□
Doodle of the day □4□
by the way happy trans day of visibility to all the trans systems out there :)
whether you’re a trans headmate or your whole system collectively identifies as trans, we’re out here, we’re beautiful, and we make both the trans community and the plural community more vibrant just by existing in these spaces.
keep moving and shaking things up. keep reaching for your goals and accepting yourselves unconditionally. keep creating and trying new things. keep unabashedly being yourselves. keep your chin up when things get tough. keep shining!
we know it’s not always easy, but we see you, we care about you, and we are so very proud of you. also, we believe in you and know that there are great things in store for you.
trans lives are magic. trans joy is eternal. we hope you can take some time to revel in your own majesty today. we love you. 💙💗🤍💗💙
I don’t know if my son is skating or not, but I wanted to post his picture.
