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Death Before Inaction by hppjmxrgosg
Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Daredevil (TV), The Defenders (Marvel TV)
24 Jun 2025
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“Fuck off, Nicky.”
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“Hasn’t anyone ever told you spider-napping is illegal?”
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“You can’t hold me here, I know my spider-rights.”
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“God, you guys are so old. What are you? Like 27?”
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“Scale of 1 to 10, how upset would you be if I told you I banged your mom?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Or, I got my grubby little hands on the spider-man time line and fucked around a little bit. Not much (everything) changes.
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07 Jun 2026
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One year after the war Naruto is left to patrolling, only to have a run in with a certain war criminal that goes far from planned.
Or: Sasuke has a thing for Naruto’s whiskers
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Where the Birds Used to Sing by That_One_Computer_Geek (T1CG)
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Nightwing (Comics), Young Justice (Cartoon), Young Justice 1998 (Comics), Teen Titans (Comics)
23 Jun 2025
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“You’re the Batman,” Clark said, trying to keep his voice warm, even. “I’ve heard about you.”
Still no response. The wings shifted slightly, the sound low and dry, like wind moving through bone.
Even folded, they loomed. Easily twelve, maybe fourteen feet in total wingspan. The joints flexed with subtle micromovements, like the Bat was resisting the urge to spring forward or flee. And the texture… rough, almost scaly, with no sign of feathers. All tendon and membrane. Like something prehistoric.
Clark felt a shiver crawl down his spine.
It wasn’t fear. Not exactly.
“I’ve been looking for you,” he said, taking a cautious step forward, hands open at his sides. “Not you you, I mean. Others like me. Metas. People doing the right thing on their own terms.”
No answer.
“I thought you’d be taller,” he added, offering a small grin.
Nothing. Not even a twitch.
“Or… less grim.”
Or, Bruce's time over the years, gaining children, loosing them, joining the JL, all while the JL is under the impression that the man in the batsuit is some sort of cryptid.
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- Part 1 of With Wings Like These
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Bookmarked by mhmouse
08 May 2025
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“I am black snow,” she’d remind him over watermelon lemonade and the drone of cicadas. “Nowosław, he was our hope for this new place; our new glory.”
She would pat his cheek, her brows pulled down over amber eyes that looked so much like his own. “But you, little Mieczysław, you were your parent’s desire to cut away the evil in this world; their holy sword. I would have named you better – Moroz after my father, and the first frost.”
“Remember, little frostbite, the land responds to us. It is our job to protect it and the animals and plants that live on it. Never show what you are. What we can be. Here, they do not know Almas. They would not understand our role.” She slid a withered hand over his shorn hair, a necessity as puberty made the Almas in him come to the forefront. “We are the last children of the Black God…the wild ones, and the forests and mountains, they belong to us.”
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02 May 2025
Bookmarker's Notes
Beautiful crack and angst. Stiles the abdominal snowman. 🤣