Tying It

Here’s my first attempt at sharing my writing. Based on tswwwit’s Familiar AU, so this is a BillDip story. Granted, to get it, I highly recommend reading at least their story “Faking It.” Otherwise, go ahead and read. Rated M for consensual adult situations between adults.

“Hey, Bill?” Dipper poked his head into their bedroom. Bill sat at Dipper’s desk, feet crossed on top of his scattered notes, eating beef jerky. At least it looked like the jerky Dipper bought specifically for Bill. Finding out he stole from Dipper’s stash would ruin not only the mood but the question Dipper wanted to ask. He closed the door behind him and gave a small cough to clear his throat. “So, um, question,” Dipper opened.

“Shoot!”

“Well, I’ve, um…” Dipper took a deep breath. This was Bill he was talking to. No matter what else they might snipe at each other for, THIS was something Bill swore was as close to sacred ground as an all powerful mind demon would get. He won’t laugh. He might say no, but Dipper won’t be mocked. At least he hoped so. “I’ve been….researching, about stuff. And there’s this thing called ‘shibari’ and….” “Ohhhhhhh…” Bill’s eye lit up, he tossed the jerky bag aside quite literally. Dipper reminded himself they could clean that later. “So, interested in getting artfully tied up?” “Um, actually…” This was the hard part. The part it took him a while to admit to himself he imagined when he saw the online images, the videos, even the book he secretly bought for more details. When he saw the shibari rope bindings, he didn’t imagine himself at all. Every model he saw, especially the male ones, shifted into one specific individual, and Dipper had to admit to himself the mere thought was enthralling. Well, here goes. “I was thinking…could I try it on you?” Bill stared. Dipper said nothing. Silence ruled for a long, uncomfortable time before Bill shifted, his feet dropping off the desk onto the floor. “Okay. Sapling? If anyone else in the multiverse asked me that, I’d have already flayed them and used their skin as makeshift rope. I’m saying that cause I want you to understand how fucked up you made me that I’m even agreeing.” Dipper blinked as he translated the demonic speak into human. “So, yes?” “Sure! Heck, if you’re feeling top energy like that, I wanna see it fulfilled! The fact you’re stepping up from handcuffs in any direction is amazing progress.” “I know no one else is in the Shack but could you not shout that aloud?” Dipper cringed. “Fine, fine, whatever. So, we’re going to my place then?” Bill grinned and rubbed his hands. “Actually, um,” Dipper walked to the closet and pulled out an old yellow bag. From inside he pulled out the shibari book and lengths of hemp rope. He held them up with an embarrassed grin. Bill’s eye widened even more along with a smile. “Ohhh, you’ve REALLY thought about this!” With no more coaxing, he hopped from the desk chair onto the bed. “Alright! How do you want me? How much should I take off?” “Um, well, I just…can I just practice? I’ve just read about it and I want to do it right. I was thinking of just tying up your arms?” Bill looked a bit disappointed, but didn’t let his obvious enthusiasm flag. “Just tell me what to do.” Dipper had Bill sit cross legged on the bed, his arms behind him with the forearms parallel. Thankfully, Bill’s body was more than flexible enough to do so without discomfort. Dipper thought about, then banished, some of the more advanced shibari ties he’d seen online. He wasn’t going to rush this. He wanted to master this one thing and do it right. Dipper was slow, gentle, and restarted several times, but, at the end, he had Bill’s arms snuggly tied together with loops of rope that covered his forearms between elbow and wrist. Just like he imagined, even with Bill in his suit. Especially with Bill in his suit. The sight was. It felt something like he imagined Bill felt when he had Dipper pinned, whether it’s on the bed or over the counter. Plus, Dipper knew it wasn’t an actual restraint. Bill’s illusionary body was strong enough to easily snap the rope apart if he wanted free. Hell, if nothing else, he could burn it apart. The rope was only hemp. The thing truly restraining Bill was Bill for Dipper’s sake. He still hoped Bill wouldn’t . The rope was expensive. He should have just gone to the mindscape and not bought the actual rope, but he didn’t want to admit to ANYONE he’d first practiced on Mabel’s stuffed animals. Bill might actually mock him for that, and Mabel wouldn’t forgive him. Still, that strange feeling of control, of strength, of having actual power over Bill…it was weirdly intoxicating, as illusionary as it was. However, he knew how powerful illusions could be if you just believed in them. “Well, well, well,” He murmured, leaning against Bill’s back to whisper in his ear. “Looks like I caught the one and only Demon Cipher. Not so tough now, are you?” Bill started a moment, but it barely took a half second before he caught on and gave an evil smile, the sort he gave when they first met and Bill planned on cremating the human. “Please, what sort of demon hunter thinks he can keep me prisoner?” “What about the great nephew of Standford Pines?” Dipper asked, slinking to the front, a grin still on his face. Bill’s arms stayed pinned behind him, impossible to move without breaking the bonds. Dipper shivered, the usual feelings in this sort of sexual tension twisted in a new way. “I’ve learned everything he had to teach and more. And I plan to bend you into submission, Demon.” “You might have trapped me, but there’s nothing you can do to break me,” Bill bragged. “Nothing your feeble human brain could invent would hurt me enough to make me talk. If you think you’ve got a chance, then you can just suck my di-” Dipper grinned. Before Bill even finished the sentence, he pushed Bill down on the bed. He knew Bill allowed it, but that was only in his logical mind. In this moment, he focused more on pinning Bill’s torso down with one hand while freeing Bill's cock with the other, quickly diving down upon it. Dipper hummed and grinned at the sounds his “captive demon” made. He came up for air. “Maybe you’ve learned to fight against pain…but what about pleasure, Cipher?” He dove back down, using everything he’d learned from being with Bill to bring him to the edge, but no further before pulling back with a wet pop. “You’ll share your secrets with me, Cipher, and you’ll come. Otherwise, I guess we’ll see how long a demon can last with blue balls.” Bill’s pupil was so wide it neary encompassed his golden iris. “Ohhhh, you’ve definitely got an interesting interrogation tech-AH~” Dipper started again, bringing Bill close to the edge, backing off, and continuing the “interrogation” while Bill, of course, refused to talk. Bill was growing more and more frustrated, Dipper saw, and it made him feel wild, until he was grabbed and flipped around. Panicked for a moment, almost lost in his role, he realized Bill slipped his arms free of the bindings, but without breaking them. Thank goodness. They could save that level of theatrics for the Mindscape. Speaking of theatrics, a sweaty, red faced, and exceedingly aroused Bill now had him pinned. “Looks like the demon hunter’s become the demon prey,” He sneered. “Time to see how you deal with pleasure, Pines.” Dipper grinned. When it came to this sort of thing, it really was worth asking.

Hey it's that time of the year again :D

HAPPY 413! 🎂

YES COLE PLEASE HE NEEDS YOU.

(Cole is a character from Dragon Age Inquisition, the very best boi)

love that character. would hate to go into their tag.

miscellaneous zelda art over the last month

… or something ☕️

this speaks to me on a molecular level

It’s been a minute, (both post wise and design wise) so decided to update the fam + a couple additions compared to last time

The hunger games: capitalism pits individuals against each other in order to prevent us from uniting against the systems in power that maintain our oppression

teen dystopian YA for the next decade: light hair good boy 😍??? Or dark hair bad boy 🫣😈😈

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

i see this jason todd who actually looks his very young age (instead of the 30yr old man that comics like to portray)

and feel my heart breaking just imagining bruce beating him up, almost killing him, mind-breaking him, and just overall being a total piece of shit father towards him.

a huge chunk of the reason why people don't view bruce's actions towards jason as abusive or wrong is because jason doesn't look his age. he's drawn to be this 35yr old father of three who looks even older than dick (and way too on par with bruce) that people see their fights as one between batman and any of his regular rogues. when they fight, it just looks like batman is fighting a man his age and not an actual young person. it doesn't look like batman is fighting his son who's barely even drinking age (and who def wasn't drinking age in utrh). their fights are portrayed in a way that eliminates the very real power struggle between them.

this applies to jason's entire character as well. a lot of people don't sympathize with how he died or his actions as robin or his fights with the other bats because he doesn't look his age. he always looks older and scarier than everyone else. tim has many sympathizers from the titans tower incident because jason just looked like a grown man fighting a 12yr old (even tho i disagree, tim was built and like 17 lmfao).

anyways, i just wish comics would actually draw jason to look his age, which literally ranges from 19 to early twenties. he's young- so young, and it's so annoying to see him drawn and written as someone older than even bruce.

Mabari loves and supports you btw.

This gig is doing wonders for my self-esteem related to my age tbh

3/5

Clockwork moved Danny and de aged Dan and Ellie to Gotham, pulling a favor from Lady Gotham to make sure no one (ie the fentons and the GIW) would find them. He erased them from all media records, and Tucker created decent fake records, enrolling the kids into daycare and Danny into a job at Arkham as a guard who quickly became loved by most of the staff(and inmates). (Danny was one of the few people who treated the inmates like human beings, never being scared of them, joking with them, genuinely being interested in them.) (they were 100% willing to kill for their new guard)

Unfortunately, the batfamily noticed the new security guard who had amazingly forged records(if anyone else had looked at them, they wouldn’t know they were forged.) Which lead to Batman paying them a visit.

Half an hour after Batman went to visit, Batman was viciously researching a group called the GIW, and Danny showed up at the door of Ivy’s garden with his kids in toe, begging for sanctuary.

DCxDP Fanfic idea: Wrong Number

Bruce prides himself in keeping all of his networks secured. If he didn't make it himself, he had the funds and connections to get him the best working on his systems.

He had backup plans in case the systems were ever hacked, of course, but he had yet to encounter a cyber attack that wasn't beaten away by his firewalls or his team.

Babs and Tim were far more feral when booting out unwanted guests. The level of protection was also transferred to his other systems that weren't Batman-related, just to make sure the connection between Bruce and Batman was never made.

That's why he never really checks his personal phone's caller ID, not the one he gave out as Brucie Wayne, but the one Bruce used for his real life without any masks- civilian or vigilante. The only ones who had the number- and the access- were his children and Alfred.

Not even the Justice League- those who were aware of his identity- knew of this number.

Bruce is in the middle of typing up a report for the next Wayne Board meeting when his personal phone rings. He figures it's Dick giving him a call to update him on his drive home or maybe Jason, as his son was planning on going to college.

"Go for Papa Bruce," He says, knowing his kids hate his phone greeting and doing it deliberately to spite them.

There is a long pause where he can't help but smirk thinking his child is either rolling their eyes or cringing too hard to properly speak. Eventually, a voice cracks over the speaker.

"Hello. I'm selling cookies to raise money for my own star. Would like to buy a box from me?" says a boy, not one he has taken in. The voice is young maybe not even double digits yet. Bruce is alarmed.

"Who are you?! How did you get this number?" He demands, yanking his phone to his face and seeing, with a chill, a phone number out of state.

His system had been compromised. By a child. By accident.

"My name is Danny!" The boy chirps. "I sell cookies. Like the Girl Scouts, but I'm a boy, and I don't scout."

"That's rather fantastic, lad. What kind of cookies are you selling?" Bruce asks to keep the boy on the line while sending an email blast to the others. It's a string of numbers that are code for compromise so they all know to close any communication channel until it's safe to get back on.

"Chocolate chip. Mint Slim. Oatmeal and peanut butter. I made them myself!"

Right. Bruce hooks up his phone, tracing the call. The signal bounces off the call, swinging up to a salute and falling back down to earth. In seconds he has the boy's location. It pings in a small town right outside of Star City.

He sends Barry a private message. His friend is already on the way to the location. He'll get the boy in a few seconds.

"How much for a box of chocolate chips? Those are my favorite." Bruce tells the boy, voice whimsical as his Brucie persona demands.

In an unsure tone, the boy pauses, then whispers, "I don't know. No one ever let me get this far."

"How about twenty for a box of dozen? I'll buy five boxes for each of my kids that live at him," Bruce tells him, and the boy gasps.

"That could buy me one whole night in a hotel!"

Bruce's insides freeze. What did he mean-

"Hey! No! Let go!" Danny suddenly screams. Bruce's heart launches- he hates it when kids get hurt, especially those that sound like Danny- until Barry's voice comes over the speaker.

"I got him, Mr. Wayne. Thank you for alerting the Justice League Hotline." That's code for This is not a threat to you Batman and Bruce allows himself to relax just a little.

"Narc!" The boy shouts, outraged, before the call drops. Barry is likely taking over the situation, which means Bruce can leave it in his capable hands.

After reassuring his kids that he is fine and that they are all safe, he suits up and meets the Flash in the Watch Tower. There, he learns that Danny is only seven years old and has been living on the streets for a while.

The boy had been surviving by baking some cookies to sell on the side of the street- where did he bake them? The boy would not say- until he got the bright idea to try to sell through phone calls like he had seen on TV.

He punched in random numbers at the community center phone and gave his pitch about a star, thinking people would be more willing to buy from him if he had an excellent reason.

Barry had left him with CPS, but he looked devastated about that. It turned out that Danny was a meta and had likely been kicked out of his home once it was found out based on what he said of his parents.

Bruce felt he should assure Barry that Danny was fine and look into his placement to help settle his more sensitive teammate's nerves.

He was unhappy that Danny was not in a good placement; there were far too many reports from a concerned neighbor to make him think it was a safe place. Given the fact that placement had a lot of meta kids that "fell through the cracks," Bruce worried he had just stumbled across a trafficking ring.

He would sick Barry and Jason on them. Just to ensure they wouldn't see the light of day again.

Still, that did not fix his mistake with Danny, the little cookie seller.

Bruce hacked into the system to move Danny. He thought about where he would move the young child but ultimately had him in Wayne Manor.

Just until he could confirm that he would be safe. He certainly didn't think about the adorable little boy who called him with his heart in his hand and got sent to a terrible place for three weeks because of Bruce.

Danny arrived at Wayne Manor with a happy little bounce and a chipper outlook on life than Bruce was expecting. "If it isn't Mr. Narc!"

God, he going to adopt the boy, isn't he?

(Danny has been thrown into a different universe, aged down to a child. He survived by overshadowing people into letting him spend the night baking cookies.

He was thrown into a somewhat typical home, but the nosy neighbor down the street took far too much notice of his overshadowing, and now he was being moved again.

Maybe he can terrorize Mr. Narc now instead? )

Prompt 191

So. Apparently immortality does in fact exist. And is apparently very easily accidentally achieved, if the fact an entire city has it now. 

The GIW will be waiting a very long time to be able to drop that ghost shield, because the city doesn’t seem to be dying out anytime soon. Or at all actually. It’s been several generations now. 

They might need to request assistance. Maybe before others start to investigate now that vigilantes are becoming a semi-common thing.

Loving Threats

Inspired by a song and its remake. But I am trash at syncing lyrics to storybeats.

Danny and Jason met in the ghost zone when Jason was dead, but he forgot it all coming back to life. When the two of them were together, they went through the entire song and dance (literally) of asking each other out.

I'm serious. There were like 10 different musical scenes with varying themes. It was Fenton Romance at its finest. And Jason's old school romance heart was certainly played a large part too.

It was their love language. Dramatic acts, vague threats and all.

Post revival and reconnection with the Batfam, Jason spots a familiar face. A flood of memories wash through him, and with it a bout of giddiness. Though he's currently dressed as Red Hood, Danny'll be able to tell who he is and keep quiet. Just have to greet him in a way that he'll recognize.

---

Danny is out taking the kids for a walk. Dan was grumpy since he wasn't allowed any ecto chips, for both his health and as punishment for severely beating a guy who tried to mug Danny without permission yesterday. Ellie is quite cheerful, since she's going to visit the Crocodile and Zombie sewer-dudes when Danny's not looking.

All of a sudden, Red Hood, casually wielding a gun, approaches Danny. He makes an overly familiar gesture, wrapping an arm sideways around Danny's waist. He whistles under the hood, a faint green glow from the white eyespaces.

"Well who do we have here? You look half dead, honey."

Danny looked at him. Horrible pick up line? Check? Thin veneer of confidence? Check. Zero self control around Danny? Check.

Jason. The rancid ecto signature is new, though. Honestly, not surprised he's a crime lord now.

"Well, you know how it is. The kids have been running me ragged. And you sure haven't been any help."

Danny puts on an innocent smile. Jason sidles closer. A few bystanders watch them with varied expressions.

"Well you don't need to worry about that now. How about you and I go somewhere more private?"

---

"A crime boss, huh?"

Dan is raiding the fridge. Ellie is watching a fight on TV.

"It was a... necessary step. I promise I would've visited you sooner if I had known."

"It's fine. What else happened while you were gone?"

"Well..."