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Latest Posts by caverman-isdying - Page 10
Thinking about that one time in JL TAS when Batman thought Wonder Woman was buried under rubble and literally dug through it with his bare hands until she climbed out and then proceeded to hide his hands from her. Thinking about how it took Flash (2) minutes of talking to get him to go to Flash Appreciation Day and drag Orion along with him. Thinking about how Batman, literally he squishiest and most vulnerable member of the team, shot Martian Manhunter and the Flash away from the Watchtower so he could crash it into the enemy’s doomsday weapon, KNOWING he was far more likely to die than those two. Thinking about how on Superman’s birthday he personally delivered cash, knowing it was a shit gift, to him in the Fortress of Solitude because he didn’t know how to give it otherwise. Thinking about how Batman is aware that he probably won’t ever fix Gotham, but still goes out and does it anyway because every life he saves is another life that won’t end up like his. Thinking about how Batman’s greatest strength is not his intelligence, or his skill, or his willpower, but his compassion for life even at its ugliest.
I just think iruma suzuki should go by he/she always and the name irumi in a cute dress some days for fun
"Iruma kun isnt gendefluid!!" Then why is she genderfluid??
demdol Irumi is super cute actually
Smallruma
Love Trio best trio
hey kids who read fic, listen up
it’s annoying to me as a Fanfic Elder that y’all don’t understand how consent works in regards to reading fanfic
last night I saw a fic that had EIGHT of my favorite tags included and a great summary BUT it also contained a tag for a topic that bothers me. I weighed the pros/cons and decided NOT to read the fic because the ONE tag I disliked was something that could trigger a panic attack if the scene went into any sort of detail - it wasn’t worth risking the eight good tags.
from the first moment I noticed the fic to the moment I decided not to read it, the entire experience was MY RESPONSIBILITY. the author tagged the fic correctly, I knew what my limits were, and I respected them.
if you find a fic with tags you don’t like, JUST DON’T READ IT
don’t harass the author, don’t post a big whiny rant about it on Tumblr, just keep scrolling
that is your job as a reader.
Hey there!
I was wondering if you could do a req about alt gabriel with an athiest s/o
(Maybe a yandere! Alt gabriel, hehe)
I had so much fun writing this omg.
Yandere! Alternate Gabriel x Atheist! Gender-neutral! Reader (Romantic).
He lowkey looks homophobic in this pic and I love it.
😐
The audacity you have to be atheist(/j)
He fights the urge to go down and get you to praise him
He is screaming, crying, shitting, sliding down the wall because you're an atheist
(I never said he wasn't dramatic)
Mf gets violent at just the fact that you don't pray to him like millions of others
He will send so many alternates to you just to save you
Gabriel naturally gets even angrier that appearing to you won't work
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(This contains slight spoilers for volume. 333)
The sun slowly set, leaving you sitting at your desk in the dark. But it didn't matter that you were in the dark, you needed to get work done.
You softly tapped your pen against the desk, leaving small, dark dots on the wood. You scrolled on the computer as you tried to get as much information on the missing children.
You had been assigned to help with the missing children but you couldn't find anything. You couldn't tell the parents though. You knew that they would yell at you, saying that they wanted you to continue the investigation, even though no one knew where the kids went. No one knew.
The children's parents were always scared and they ran to you and others for help but you were just as scared as they were. You were supposed to help them and you couldn't even do that.
The small light in the lamp buzzed as you stared at your computer screen, reading the words on the screen.
The loud blaring of your phone jerked you up before you reached over and picked it up.
"Hello?" You sighed. "Hey, (Y/n), it's Thatcher, I need you to come in today," the man's voice asked. "Could I ask why?" You stared at the wall as you questioned him. "There's been a disturbance at ----. A breaking, I need you to come with me and Ruth to investigate," he answered. "Why not go for other officers that can work today? You know that I need to file these papers" you grumbled. "I know but all the other officers pussied out at the last minute and didn't go in. You and Ruth seem to be the only ones that could help me with this," Thatcher replied as you nodded. "Yeah, okay, I'll be at the house in ten," you said and hung up, not waiting for an answer.
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You stared at the large, yellow house as you stood next to Thatcher and Ruth. The car's light illuminated the home, but there was barely any light from inside the house. "God, this place is creepy," Ruth shuttered as the lieutenant stepped closer to the door.
"Probably the reason the others left so fast," you sighed as you stared up at the windows, "if there is something inside that scared them so bad, we have to at least see how bad it is."
"The man on the line said that his wife and child were in the house. When we go in, pay attention for them too," Thatcher said as he turned the doorknob and the door creaked open slowly.
Loud opera music rang through the dark hallways as Thatcher and Ruth stared into the dark home.
"I'll go around the house to see if there were any damages that would be made to enter the house," you said as you turned on your flashlight. "Pay attention to any hooded figures. The man said that the thing was wearing a hood," Thatcher called to you as you walked away. "Hooded people, got it," you yelled back.
You walked around the home, dragging your light up and down the walls. You stared into the house as you saw Thatcher and Ruth quietly walk into the home but you continued as you stared for broken glass. You stepped closer to the window, half expecting it to be broken but nothing was there.
What the hell were the others so afraid of? The guy probably already left and we're not going to find anything. Pussies. You thought as you skimmed your flashlight over a rock that has small, curly letters on it. It read out:
This gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all the nations, and the end will come.
- Matthew 24:14
(This gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all the nations, and the end will come)
You glance at it, looking at it in confusion. That's some weird Bible verse. The fuck does it mean by 'the end'? You thought.
You had never gotten into any religion, ever. It was too far of a jump for you to believe and it never made sense. If a God existed, why didn't he come down and prove he did exist?
You looked away from the stone before staring at a pane of glass, thinking you saw a broken piece. But there was nothing.
You huffed as you stepped back. You turned away for a split second before turning back.
Something moved upstairs.
You shined your light into the glass as you stared at the long-faced figure staring down at you. It pulled at its face until it smiled and disappeared into the home.
You run into the house, looking around for Ruth and Thatcher. "Guys, something's upstairs!" You shout as you looked around for them. You rounded the corner as you entered a child's room.
The TV was the only thing illuminating the cradle and the toys that lay on the floor. The room felt off. You stared at the screen as it flashed pictures of people.
Missing people.
You continued to stare at the TV as the pictures slowly went from normal family pictures to missing people posters and then pictures of two men. One of them in a suit and the other in a sweater.
"Guys, something's upstairs!" A voice exclaimed from the shadows. You turn around, trying to find the person that spoke. "Who's there?" You sneered as you pulled out your gun. "Who's there?" It said back, it sounded exactly like you.
"That's not fucking funny, Thatcher!" You yelled, half hoping it was your friend. "That's not fucking funny, Thatcher!" It said back.
You step away from the door, still pointing your gun at the voice. A pale hand grabbed the doorframe as it stepped closer to you. It was a man, a very tall one at that. He lowered himself to enter the room as he smiled down at you. His long blonde hair flowed around his shoulders as he tilted his head, as if curious about your reactions.
"Hello, (Y/n)," he seemed to glare down at you but he continued to smile. "How do you know my name?" You sneer as you point your gun at his head. "For I am the angel Gabriel, I know everyone's names," he replied as he stepped closer.
".... What... What do you want?" You exclaim as he bends down to your height. "I need to speak to you. For the Lord wishes for your praise. He is worried about your burdens and sorrows, he wishes to help you," Gabriel said and held his hands together as if in prayer, "he sent me to tell you. He expects your praise, so do not keep him waiting."
You questioned what he was saying. Why would God need your praise? You were one person, there were millions of others he could choose and he wants your praise? It made you question all of what this angel was saying.
"I-I don't believe in that sort of stuff. I don't want to praise your 'lord'," you slowly said as he stared down at you.
He was no longer smiling.
"But I have gracefully come down to tell you that he wishes for your praise and you say you don't want to?!" He said in a harsher tone. His face elongated into a large smile and large eyes.
"You... Your not an angel are you?" You stepped farther from the creature as it glared down at you. "I am an angel! Do you think that I am not one?!" Gabriel exclaimed as he grabbed at your gun. You pulled the trigger as a loud bang filled the house. Gabriel's head flew back as the bullet hit his face. But quickly looked at you as his face started to heal.
Gabriel grabbed your gun and threw it into the darkness then grabbed your throat. He seemed to lift you effortlessly as he put more and more pressure on your throat.
You gasped, kicked, and clawed at him, hoping he would let go. "You dare to question my existence and then try and harm me?! You dare to harm me again, I'll make your death even worse than hers," Gabriel sneered as he turned your head to a woman's body hanging in the darkness, only now being illuminated by the TV.
You stilled as you stared at her body. Gabriel finally dropped you as you coughed and gasped for air. You stared up at him, half expecting him to finish you off. "I'll leave you here with him, you should hope he brings you mercy," Gabriel stared down at you, his face a human face now.
A tall, pale alternate stood behind him. It pulled at its face before laughing at you. It was the one you saw in the window.
Gabriel started to walk away before stopping and turning to you. "Oh, one more thing," he walked towards you once more and bent down, "if you want to be saved, you better start praying."
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Summary: Asmodeus and Clara discover the truth behind Iruma’s parents and decide that it’s their responsibility to make up for the love and affection he missed out on growing up. But they somehow miss the fact that Iruma is doing just fine without his previous family, and he’s enjoying his new one very much.
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“Whoah, Azz-kun! Your bloodline magic is so cool!” Iruma gushed. He had roped himself into helping the janitors clear the cherry blossoms again, but thankfully Azz-kun was there to burn them to a crisp.
“Thank you, Iruma-sama! But my magic pales into comparison to yours!” Azz-kun puffed up in pride with a literal sparkle in his eyes. But that quickly morphed to anger as Clara slammed into his side.
“Iruma-chi! Are you done yet? I wanna play!” she whined as Azz-kun tried to pry her off. Iruma rubbed her head and laughed.
“Yeah, just finished thanks to Azz-kun. What do you want to do?” Clara launched herself off of Azz-kun to latch onto Iruma.
“I wanna play with the fire!” she cheered and lunged for the small traces of soot that Azz-kun’s fire had left behind. She slammed her hands in the ash and spun around. “Look! It’s like chalk! I bet we can draw with it!”
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fedex trying to say my package will be here by the end of the day when the package is still like 4 states away. that driver must be doing like 150 all the way here
UUAAAHHH
good evening
Reference:
"PARA RARI RA
PARA RARI RA
Daybreak and DANCING, DANCING
I say goodbye by getting crazy"
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Do alternates replace their victims or did the victims become alternates
'Being a God is so hard let me sideline humanity'
-Alt gabriel probably
Wait did thatcher actually died or somthing
Jonah: guys a new member has joined the group!! Lets hear what he has to say :))
Thatcher: ..why the fuck are you all teenagers
(Btw its all lined up on from vol. 1 to vol.3 victims/dead ppl)
Not flexing but where i live its already pride month 😎
Do all of it to slap lex bald head into a table full of shrimps
Like to SLAP Lex’s bald head.
Reblog to SLAP Lex’s bald head.
Share to SLAP Lex’s bald head
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CAUSE I AINT NO HOLLABACK BAT
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Anime report💀
HELP
MY ASSIGNED ANALOG HORROR SERIES IS PENIS FILES
alright, i'm gonna do the interaction thing
please interact if you love superman, ship superbat, think that compassionate batman is best batman, enjoy the dcau, think the dichotomy between superman's humanity and alien identity is really fucking cool, love coming up with aus, write superbat fanfics, ship battinson/corensupes, love monsters, reject canon and create your own
Yall if anything pls dont check the comments
Psychological warfare
"Gabriel": Hey Mark!
Mark: Oh god what now?
"Gabriel": Did you know that at least one person in the world has written a story of you and Cesar having s-
Mark: SHUT THE F*CK UP!!!
(NOTE: I do not support the smut fics made of the mandela catalog fanfics, I just wanted to mock people who do.)
"Babe look at me this isnt you 🥺"
World’s Finest really said: the only thing that can break thru Supes in a red-k rage is ✨B’s voice✨ due to ✨ the power of f r i e n d s h i p✨
