Excerpto
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The thought of simply asking himself for guidance—older and settled, unimaginably confident, knowing what he is, what he wants, how to get it—would never have occurred to Damian as a possibility until he is staring the possibility in the face.
They have all met versions of themselves at one point or another, illusory or otherwise. The one that Damian can recall was fake, of course. A figment of imagination, one where he and Superboy were trapped in a lone house on a stray planet with their older selves dressed as lackluster versions of Batman and Superman to keep them trapped.
This is… not that.
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- Part 2 of Aviary Verse
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25 Dec 2025
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See, the thing was,
“Going somewhere, demon?”
The thing was —
“Anywhere is better than here, Drake.” The ‘where you are not’ was unspoken — and the message was supposed to be clear. The ‘I should not have done this what the fuck was I thinking’ implied. The ‘I am going to get the hell out of here’ inferred.
The thing was, Damian had fucked up. Majorly.
Made worse by the fact this wasn't even the first time he’d made this specific mistake, but the third.
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aka, estranged trust fund brat, Damian al Ghul Wayne, sleeps with his sworn enemy who is also his brother's best friend, Timothy Drake. Because he has a problem with impulse control — and that's before he gets cut off. There's no way this ends well.
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25 Dec 2025
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The Talyc Buy'ce by EnHadAMentalBreakdown
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Star Wars Legends - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
23 Dec 2025
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Batman really wanted him dead, huh? So much for his number one rule, he had to break it just for Jason. He wonders if Bruce ever truly loved him, if it was all just a facade. Maybe he wasn't supposed to be alive, certainly no one here wanted him to be.
He floated in complete nothingness, a void of true peace until the world painfully rushed back in.
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“Udesii, verd. Gar morut'yc.” A blurry grey figure spoke, covered head to toe in strange metal armor, painted grey and red, the skull of some tusked animal welded onto the pauldron. “Me'vaar ti gar?” The figure stood above him, red cape on its shoulders.
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Bar-oor? That's probably a space doctor, right? He absolutely doesn't have space healthcare. Eh, what are they gonna do, kill him? Death has already spat him out twice.
He gave Jaster a deadpan look, “If you fuck with me I'll shoot you.”
The metal man hummed in agreement. “Elek, verd.” The metal man said as he offered him a hand up, which Jason took reluctantly as getting carried around like a damsel would do much more damage to his pride than using the man as a crutch.
(aka post-confrontation Jason Todd travels to the Star Wars universe and joins the True Mandalorians)Bookmarked by Excerpto
23 Dec 2025
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Dreams aren’t unusual. Often, they’re halfway decent looks into the psyche of the individual having them. Maybe not quite as clear cut as ‘you’re falling, so you must feel like your life’s out of control.’
But there can certainly be something said to a straight line drawn between having the hots for someone and said someone showing up in your dreams to wrap their hands around your dick.
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- Part 2 of Kinktober 2025
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22 Dec 2025
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Richard’s praises are not sparing. They’re not doled out in piecemeal rations as his father’s are.
His praise is a feast, given freely to those who would partake. Each good job and amazing soaks into Damian’s flesh and buries itself a home in between the curves of his rib cage.
He admires Richard for his skill, for his talents and kindness. For his brutality when pushed against the wall. He admires his beauty and how much an honor it is to transcribe it to paper in whatever medium he can get his hands on. He likes the spark of mischief that lights behind his eyes right before telling another asinine joke. Sometimes, Damian doesn’t even mind the jokes.
Sometimes, he wishes he were allowed to be more forthcoming. But his own words stick, tacky as tree sap at the back of his throat.
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- Part 9 of Kinktober 2025
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22 Dec 2025