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It’s like this:
In times of crisis, Beau can do the thing. Draw herself together, pulls up the right words, negotiate. And it's fine. It works. Always does, in the moment.
It's after that's the problem.
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A stomach bug makes its way round the archives.
Martin reacts in typical Martin fashion - with tea, worry, and absolutely nothing else, thank you very much.
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the thing about gardens by fadewords for autistic_beshelar
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
18 Mar 2021
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The thing about gardens, Caduceus thinks as he kneels in the grass before a pink flower, fingers dug in the soil around it, breaking it apart gently.
The thing, he thinks, digging deeper, reaching beyond the roots, scooping around them.
The thing is that they grow.
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Abruptly, Sasha stops. Sighs. “Tim,” she says, sounding—annoyed?
Martin tenses, wonders what Tim’s done now. He’s never heard Sasha properly irritated, not really. Fond complaints are about the extent of it. This is new, concerning. (Whatever Tim’s done, Martin needs to know so he can be sure he doesn’t do it himself.)
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Martin stares at the cover of a leather-bound journal and thinks of a little green bus stop bench.
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Martin and Jon have shitty hands. Over the years, they commiserate. Mostly not loud.
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Timothy Jackson Drake is almost four years old, and he knows a lot of things.
He knows how to read and write, and how to do simple math, and how to say “pleased to meet you” and “goodbye” and “thank you” and “may I use the bathroom” in French. He also knows how to introduce himself politely, and how to hold his knife and fork properly, and when it is okay to bother other people and when it isn’t.
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Tim meets his new nanny for the summer, Miss Claire! The impact of this will be relatively small, I'm sure.
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18 Feb 2026
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Tim wakes up inexplicably in his two-year-old body. Which: odd. But just think, how many people would kill to have an opportunity to redo their life! And Tim has so much he wants to change, so much he wants. He wants to feel important to Bruce. He wants to be Dick's favorite. He wants Jason (his childhood hero) to think he's cool. He wants Damian to need him. And really, is it manipulation if his family benefits from it?
Or: He was halfway through the second trash can, when a startled “Good lord” caught him off guard. Tim glanced up, the rhythmic sucking of his pacifier coming to a still at the sight of a black Rolls Royce idling at the side road that lead to Wayne Manor. Alfred was staring at him from the over the car top, aghast. “Master Bruce, it’s not a raccoon.”
From the back seat, Bruce Wayne stared at him. Tim stared back.
Or: Tim is side tracked by his actual childish needs and wants, gets a whole bunch of his nannies fired, terrorizes his parents with a series of petty revenges, is an honest employer of one (1) newly minted murderer for hire, endears himself to – and thoroughly weirds out – the Waynes, and is generally just a petty, manipulative, vindictive, smol boy.
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17 Feb 2026
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If you were to show Luciana her ability scores, she’d lament even more that she was raised in a community cut off from the Weave, because it’s painfully obvious that she should have been a wizard. She’d be insulted by the abysmal WIS score, think on it, and then begrudgingly agree. She’d laugh at the CHA score, assuming it must be a mistake. After puzzling over it, she’d decide that lacking any sort of ‘EMP’ score for empathy in the game, high CHA had been the easiest way to represent how she seems to be able to make people feel listened to. Because she has far too much stage fright for actual charisma.
Unfortunately for everyone including her, Luciana doesn’t know she’s in a game, and on the day she decides she should get one free murder as a treat, the realms seem to have conspired to land her on the biggest stage imaginable. She’d be mad, except her Patron did promise her all and everything and forever. She’s not sure she wants it anymore, because as it turns out, the world contains a lot more suffering than her sheltered upbringing prepared her for.
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The horniest, most violent, and most self-indulgent playthrough I could muster, because why the fuck not. Enjoy. -
you're breaking me down to nothing (not that I was ever anything) by BronzeLining
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics), Red Robin (Comics)
31 Jan 2026
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Timothy’s body was nothing but a byproduct of violence and death. The pit healed his wounds but left scars that burned worse. He was ugly, he knew, but it hardly bothered him. Ugly things were real and permanent. They marred the world, left their mark wherever they went. It was not his ugliness that unnerved him. It was his simplistic mind that he was ashamed of.
His body was broken but his mind was carved empty. He’d been brilliant once, he was sure. Sometimes Ra’s told him stories of his past intelligence, of the times when he called him Detective. Timothy listened to those stories with childish envy, unable to comprehend how the person Ra’s spoke of with such pride had been him.
Sometimes, he thought the Bat might love him. Then he would remember that he wasn't the one he looked at with such soft eyes and he'd think of the Tim that the Bat wanted with such visceral hatred that he scared himself.
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Timothy forgets. Ra's lies. His family is there for him, come hell or high water.
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14 Jan 2026
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“I have prepared a little scavenger hunt for you”, Twitcher had whispered through the bars of his cell. “You have four hours to save one Robin from suffocating, another from burning, the third from getting all his brittle birdie-bones crushed. And yes… I’ve also got the fourth. Alas, you won’t be able to save him, no matter what you do.”
It's Bruce’s fortieth birthday, and nobody is having a good time.
The fact that Dick still feels guilty about what happened on Bruce’s thirtieth further complicates the matter.
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10 Jan 2026