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Guilt driven billionaire Frankensteins hot, super powerful alien back to life in hopes of saving the world (and getting some ass) /j
But seriously, Bruce Wayne’s self loathing is always so delicious. He’s so used to seeing the underbelly of Gotham, has become so entrenched in the darkness and moral decay of the criminal world, that he can’t believe someone could use their power to be good.
Then comes along Superman, an alien who isn’t as tainted. Who earnestly tries to be good. And it’s so fucking baffling for Bruce because he’s so used to ulterior motives and corruption. He can’t fit him into his world view.
And I just think that the advent of Clark Kent, who disproves everything Bruce has come to believe about power, is the moral reckoning that this version of Batman needs. He reshapes Bruce’s worldview. Is the light that illuminates the darkness that’s grown inside of him.
How can Bruce NOT grasp onto that. Clark, just by being himself, saved Bruce from his own inner darkness. And then he died. Because of Bruce’s refusal to just dig a LITTLE deeper or listen.
I can envision Bruce obsessing over this. Obsessing over being /wrong/ and failing Clark. Eventually just obsessing over Clark…
I don’t know, I’m rambling. But Clark basically saved Bruce from himself and Bruce is a lonely, single, obsessive and poorly adjusted man. How does Bruce NOT fall in love???
"Deep down, Clark's essentially a good person... and deep down, I'm not."
Now I don't ship superbat but if that's not a line to inspire a good fanfic I don't what is
*Swaps your captains*
I re-drew this a little better.
save this middle aged man
Listen If I had the time I would just make Justice Leauge the documentary lol.
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"Happy new year, Clark."
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Good morning 😊 a little of lawlu to start the day off. (Also please don't repost this thank you!)
Teacher AU inspired by a real conversation between 2 of my teachers who where both married middle aged men, with families of their own.
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Y’all…thank you so much…for 400 followers… i am speechless…
I don’t know what to do but here is a special comic for you guys to show my appreciation TuT
I got an ask that gave me a “Law meets Ace and Sabo for the first time” prompt and I wanted to do something big for you guys.
Should I do something special for 500 followers??? I dont know!!! you guys are so sweet and supportive *sobs*
Let me know if you have an idea for a special 500 followers idea ??
who tf is this guy???
modern au if it wasnt obvious :3 and fully coloured version of the first page under read more!
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Corazón Law AU I obsessed over a while
fellas.... (i’m late for pride month but this is for me anyways. hi. 😀)
who tf is this guy???
modern au if it wasnt obvious :3 and fully coloured version of the first page under read more!
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Draco Malfoy and the Journal of Dreadful Things chapters 6 and 7 are now up!
Chapter six: Dreadful Detentions & Dire Decisions
Chapter seven: Foolish Gryffindor Behaviour
That's right, I've decided to post both the penultimate and final chapters at once!🤗💓
Come and find the whole of first year ✨️here✨️
Its disgusts me how hypocritical Floch is siding with Zeke who is the guy that slaughtered Survey Corps and Erwin and doesnt hesitate to put a bullet into Levi who SAVED him in RTS. He's being so ungrateful and needs to be knocked off his high horse :(
Like this, you mean? =P
Yeah, Floch seems to have changed quite radically since the RTS arc. He used to think very little of Eren as well, who he now honours as Eldia’s saviour.
And he was on Levi’s side against Eren in Serumbowl. But then, Eren himself has changed a lot, too. Although Floch seems to be flip-flopping with his allegiances, his rationale has actually remained the same.
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not to be an edgelord but sometimes i see tags like this and i wonder if i'm some kind of fucked up joker guy. like this is for real and not a bit? the hunger games was too dark for y'all at 12-16? at the target audience age it was written for? seriously?
Hello I love draco and his long nose lol.💕🤗
How's draco holding up with his family these days 🐍
"[I]t’s so weird that we pick up on fanfic, of all things, as the archetype of base fiction. We might as well choose novels about mathematicians, or books that have gimmicky chapter titles. Fanfic is just fiction that has an element of criticism to it, fiction that openly responds to other fiction. That’s all. Oh, there’s a little more to it than that; it’s generally also fiction you can’t sell, which is important, and there are common tropes to it, as I’ve said, but at heart, it’s just fiction that centers the idea of interpretation. Some of it’s great and some of it’s bad. The fact that a book is part of a genre is not a predictor of its quality."
What if Spencer and Jack could communicate telepathically? And Jack wasn’t hallucinating when he was talking to Spencer bleeding out on the gas station floor? After all, we know the others couldn’t hear Spencer and after the reveal about (Volume 3 spoilers!!!) Jack’s illness, I don’t think hallucination is a symptom of his true illness (I don’t remember but am pretty sure it’s not a symptom)
Yep! I’m hoping to finish it sometime soon. I like the idea of Spencer coming into the gas station and (very forcibly) making Jack to take care of himself.
I’m going to write something for Jack x Spencer from Tales from the Gas Station… they live rent free in my head. I have to. (Imma call them Jencer as coined by multi-lefaiye)
Here’s a(n unedited) snippet of what I’ve written so far:
The first time it happened, it was only a few minutes to midnight. Early enough for Jack’s shift to still be considered starting but late enough for absolutely nobody except for the odd passerby to walk in through the doors. With a good ten-something hours to go and few, if any, customers, Jack was content to sit slouched back in his chair with his ear plugs in and book in his lap.
An irritated hand flashed over the pages of his book, waving at him.
Jack frowned as he looked up. His ear plugs weren’t that good, surely he’d be able to hear if they just called out his name…
He froze as his gaze met the face of the man in front of him. Bright red hair styled up and an annoyed scowl set across strong features. Spencer fucking Middleton.
Jack’s hand instinctively darted out to grab the gas station landline, only to be stopped by Spencer, who aggravatedly pulled the phone away from him and took it off the hook. A sign that the phone line wasn’t cut and that, if Jack could find the time to pull it off, he could call O’Brien.
The psychopath’s mouth started moving, as if he was speaking, but Jack couldn’t hear anything he was saying.
“What?” He asked, and Spencer’s full body heaved with the force of his sigh. The psychopath gestured with his hands to his ears and that’s when Jack remembered his ear plugs. Right.
After debating the pros and cons of actually hearing the psychopath out, Jack reluctantly took them out. He set them on the counter where Spencer swiped them off onto the gas station floor. Well, Jack was never going to use those again.
“About time,” Spencer snarled. “Who the hell wears ear plugs at work?”
“You would too if you could hear the shit that happens at this place,” Jack muttered.
“What?” Spencer asked, and when Jack didn’t respond, he just shook his head. He then shoved his hand into his pocket and Jack braced himself for whatever it was going to be. It was way past the running away phase.
A poorly wrapped sandwich was tossed onto the table in front of him.
Jack flinched before staring at it, confused, and then looking back up at his arch nemesis.
“What?”
Spencer looked at the sandwich and then at Jack pointedly. Jack just furrowed his brows down at it and stared. For a while. Waiting for whatever torment Jack had planned for him tonight.
“Oh just eat it,” Spencer snarled, and Jack blinked up at him blankly, wondering if Spencer really thought he was that stupid, before pushing it back towards him.
“No thank you.”
“Why not?” Spencer demanded, having the audacity to actually look offended.
“I’m allergic to poison.”
he’ll figure it out eventually
I wasn’t able to participate in the fanart contest, but I’d like to go ahead and toss my own interpretations of Jack, Jerry, and Spencer out to you guys with a piece I’ve been working on :D
I really hope you guys like it.
Note: I would prefer for my work not to be reposted, thank you!
I’m going to write something for Jack x Spencer from Tales from the Gas Station… they live rent free in my head. I have to. (Imma call them Jencer as coined by multi-lefaiye)
Here’s a(n unedited) snippet of what I’ve written so far:
The first time it happened, it was only a few minutes to midnight. Early enough for Jack’s shift to still be considered starting but late enough for absolutely nobody except for the odd passerby to walk in through the doors. With a good ten-something hours to go and few, if any, customers, Jack was content to sit slouched back in his chair with his ear plugs in and book in his lap.
An irritated hand flashed over the pages of his book, waving at him.
Jack frowned as he looked up. His ear plugs weren’t that good, surely he’d be able to hear if they just called out his name…
He froze as his gaze met the face of the man in front of him. Bright red hair styled up and an annoyed scowl set across strong features. Spencer fucking Middleton.
Jack’s hand instinctively darted out to grab the gas station landline, only to be stopped by Spencer, who aggravatedly pulled the phone away from him and took it off the hook. A sign that the phone line wasn’t cut and that, if Jack could find the time to pull it off, he could call O’Brien.
The psychopath’s mouth started moving, as if he was speaking, but Jack couldn’t hear anything he was saying.
“What?” He asked, and Spencer’s full body heaved with the force of his sigh. The psychopath gestured with his hands to his ears and that’s when Jack remembered his ear plugs. Right.
After debating the pros and cons of actually hearing the psychopath out, Jack reluctantly took them out. He set them on the counter where Spencer swiped them off onto the gas station floor. Well, Jack was never going to use those again.
“About time,” Spencer snarled. “Who the hell wears ear plugs at work?”
“You would too if you could hear the shit that happens at this place,” Jack muttered.
“What?” Spencer asked, and when Jack didn’t respond, he just shook his head. He then shoved his hand into his pocket and Jack braced himself for whatever it was going to be. It was way past the running away phase.
A poorly wrapped sandwich was tossed onto the table in front of him.
Jack flinched before staring at it, confused, and then looking back up at his arch nemesis.
“What?”
Spencer looked at the sandwich and then at Jack pointedly. Jack just furrowed his brows down at it and stared. For a while. Waiting for whatever torment Jack had planned for him tonight.
“Oh just eat it,” Spencer snarled, and Jack blinked up at him blankly, wondering if Spencer really thought he was that stupid, before pushing it back towards him.
“No thank you.”
“Why not?” Spencer demanded, having the audacity to actually look offended.
“I’m allergic to poison.”
I JUST THINK JACK AND SPENCER SHOULD KISS,,
Also I don’t know if there’s an actual ship name for these two but I’m calling it Jencer. You can’t stop me.
Okay so uhhhh yeah I haven’t posted art here for a bit but my Tales From the Gas Station fixation is back hardcore!!! And I’ve fallen in love with Jack and Spencer as a ship. So I made an AU where they can be happy and have a healthy relationship <3 Among other things, but that’s what I’m focused on right now.
I know realistically these two would not have a relationship like this in canon, but that’s why this is an AU :)
Tales from the Gas Station: Volume Two
