I love that Talia is calling Ra’s ‘Baba’ in Shadow War Zone, it’s so cute! And it also shows more respect for their realcultural background instead of the exotic orientalist non-sense that comic books can fall into.

On the other hand, she calls her grandmother 'Teta’. Which is also good! But in Spanish it means 'Boob’, so I snicker every time I read it ‍♀️

I love this moment between Talia and Damian in DCEASED. So I did a little editing to it.

english was a rather strange language to learn, damian thought. grammatical rules were guidelines at most, there weren’t any declensions, and the language was constantly growing, constantly shifting, constantly changing. it left damian feeling small, malleable—as if the world could change him.

monachopsis: the subtle yet persistent feeling of being out of place.

it wasn’t as though pennyworth’s cooking was bad. far from it, damian remembers in the gold-tinged memories of perching proudly beside his mother at a grand dining table, watching her twine her words around the neck of anyone foolish enough to speak up as he dined on europe’s finest delicacies. but those were—those were special occasions. damian grew up on rice and halwa and eggplant, but he can barely remember the last time he’s had them. lasagna makes him nauseous, black beans make him pick at his food, cheese makes him want to spit out his food (then near-beg for forgiveness afterwards). but everybody else in the house? they love it, they love the stuff. and alfred’s pleasure in cooking, all clementine pith and flannel warmth, was undeniable. so damian eats his pasta and he eats his scrambled eggs and he endures the teasing for the amount of spicy sauce he pours on top. he does not think to ask for different food.

aulasy: the sadness that there’s no way to convey a powerful memory to people who weren’t there at the time

more and more, damian has realized his family thinks of his mother as an enemy. and if not an enemy, then an adversary, a contingency to plan for, burnt wax and blood and fruit gone rotten. damian’s tried to explain it to them—the slow walks he used to take with her in the gardens of nanda parbat, her acetone-tipped nails tracing the stems of flowers through the air, her warm hands on damian’s as she gently let him pet one of the al ghul family’s many rescue animals. she was steeped in death, damian knew that, but she also longed for life. she reveled in the great sweep of trees, and she poured her fierce desire protect others, animals or plants or even people, into damian’s very soul. we used to walk in the garden, damian struggled to say, but when father frowned and offered to take him through wayne manor’s grounds, damian shook his head and batted him off. after all, it wasn’t the gardens he was missing.

exulansis: the tendancy to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it

rumors of brown’s skill with people were greatly exaggerated. at least, that’s the conclusion damian had come to after spending enough time in her presence to make an adequate judgement. out of all of them, she was supposed to be the one most grounded in reality, a foot in both vigilante and civilian worlds, a lighthouse in gotham’s storm. and yet, every time damian attempted to talk to her, she fundamentally misunderstood everything he was trying to say. oh, brown cared, she cared the way ugly callouses thumb the familiar grip of a weapon, she was always willing to listen. but she never quite grasped that grandfather was the one behind most of the plots of the leauge, grandfather was the one who stripped every member down to their bones, grandfather shipped him off to america with nothing but a name and the skills drilled into him. the world was under his thumb, and he couldn’t ever feel free with him still alive, something which brown refused to understand.

liberosis: the desire to care less

there came nights when, without fail, damian would stumble over to a bus station with his monthly ticket gripped tight and take the fourty-five minute ride over to bludhaven. there came nights when, despite his bleary eyes and bruised sides, richard would open his door and pull damian in without a word, holding him tight and pressing a kiss to the top of damian’s head, (exactly the way mother used to do when he would pretend to be asleep and she would pretend to believe him). with every visit, richard had to bend over less and less to do so. she loved me, damian would whisper into richard’s shoulder, wrapped up in blankets with a mug of hot chocolate in his hands. she loved you, richard would reply. but she left me, damian would say, and she did it because it was best for me, but she left me. those were the times when damian felt quite naked, furious splotches on his cheeks and his walls dangerously close to crumbling. because mother had trained him into something deadly and instilled lessons so deep they wouldn’t ever go away and sent him to his father when he wanted her most, but she also wiped away his tears and bandaged his knuckles, brought him sweets from every corner of the world, picked him up and hugged him like he was the light of her life.

(richard, damian would think, understands. richard, damian can imagine, remembers a time when father would laugh with ease and play with his child and throw around the world love like it was infinite. richard has also contemplated, with clench-jawed heartbreak, leaving father behind forever.)

richard would always tug damian a little closer after he had spilled out his soul, leaving nothing but star-speckled milk at the bottom of a cup, and tell him we want to care less, don’t we? it’s easier that way, isn’t it? well, maybe. but it’s so much more painful, so much better to care.

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only 3 more finals left everyone wish me luck

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Searching for a Maribat Fic (3). Help?

I remember reading this fic in AO3. I’m not sure if it was a Daminette or if it was Bio Dad Bruce or Marinette getting adopted by the Wayne Family. I just remember that the BatFam knows about Mari being the Guardian and then they end up talking about the Lazarus Pit and the effects it left on Jason and Damian. Mari offered to heal them but she’ll have to make positions and the healing needs to be private for each person. Mari first heals Jason and she uses the mouse miraculous to use multiple miraculous and one of them was the Cat. She uses it to cataclysm Jason on the chest and his last thought went smth along the line of ‘Why?’. After that, I think she revives Jason? I don’t remember much about how she brought them back. I do know that she uses her blood for the potion because it needed the blood of someone who is intimate with death or maybe the word was someone who understood death very well. Ofc BatFam doesn’t know this until she heals Jason and starts healing Damian. With Damian, it went a little differently. She kills him and pulls/takes the Chaos Shard from his chest and makes a clone of hers jump into space so that the chaos shard can explode in a safe area, which ends up killing clone her. BatFam finds out what she had to do after that and were devestated.

And that’s pretty much all that I remember of that Fic. Put a link in the comments below if you know what fic it is. Or at least the title and author of it. Thank You very much.

Searching for a Maribat Fic (2). Help?

I actually just red this recently but I wasn’t able to finish it cause of wifi problems and I couldn’t find it again. This is a tumblr fic btw. Marinette is actually an Al Ghul and she ran away around 5 and some years ago because smth bad was gonna happen to her. Talia didn’t know why and thought it might’ve been because she was a girl and thought her father as a hypocrite. After her father died she started searching for her with the League (cause they weren’t hypocrites) and found her in Paris, she was gonna give Mari a chance to be a heiress or not and if she didn’t want to then she was fine to stay in Paris. She entered Paris with the League and noticed the Miraculi magic, she and the others didn’t mind because all they were here for was her daughter not knowing they were gonna come across a war. They came across the Miraculous Team fighting Hawkmoth, throwing his staff at Ladybug, that was turned into a sword.

That’s pretty much where I ended before I accidentally lost it. Pls help me, the fic was interesting as far as I red and I want to finish it.

Marry Me

by@bluethursday

Marry Me|Marry Me: In Laws

Marry Me: Breakfast|Marry Me: Mothers

Marry Me: Valentine|Marry Me: Highschool

Marry Me: Firsts|Marry Me: Brothers

Marry Me: Mock Wedding|Marry Me: Bully

Marry Me: Compulsion|Marry Me: Mountain

Marry Me: School Dance

The first thing that comes out of Damian’s mouth when he speaks to Tim is “Marry Me.”

They had never spoken before, but Damian had stalked from afar, hunted his prey and observed everything there was to observe about one Timothy Jackson Drake.

He concluded his observation with two thoughts. One, Timothy was perfect and two, Damian needed him in ways that made his chest hurt when he thought of Tim going off and marrying people who weren’t Damian Wayne.

Remember some chapters are longer than others
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

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Okay…. So I’m looking for a story. I don’t know if it’s brucinette or not but marinette got reincarnated into talia’s body? And she’ll be living her normal life but Bruce would be suspicious and and would keep tabs on her and she’ll get angry and would just go off on him for being racist among other things. Does anyone know about this and its name/author?

damian, reaching up: why does mother wear makeup?

bruce, picks damian up, balances him on his hip: to look pretty, i suppose

damian: but she’s already pretty!!

bruce: aww

damian, very seriously: father, u should wear makeup

jason, out of nowhere: u motherfucker

bruce:grounded

*a while later*

jason:fatherfucker

talia, reading the newspaper casually: it’s true but u shouldn’t say it

*even more a while later*

jason:fotherfucker

selina: what does that mean?

jason: it’s a combination of father and mother with the word fucker, because u’ve slept with both of my parents

selina, internally: ok true but I can’t agree with him he’s 12

selina, externally: u right

talia: u love ur children-

bruce, nodding: yes, yes i do

talia: but that’s ur only redeeming quality

bruce:

talia: that, and ur cheekbones

I finally watched  SPY x FAMILY and it’s such a cute show and not a corny as I thought it will be.

It made me imagine an AU where Bruce and Talia got married without him telling her that he’s Batman and without her telling him that she’s the League of Assassins 2nd in command and maybe later on they had Damian who becomes Robin, Batman’s partner, but hiding it from his mother all while also being a member of the League and hiding THAT from his father.

It might be unrealistic, but it’s still fun to think about it.