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For @aguilaguerrera10, I’m so sorry for making you wait this long. But here is the first part of your request. I hope you enjoy it.
TW: ANGST, ABANDONMENT, FEELS, EMOTIONAL. (it's about to be 3 AM as I write this. I'm braindead atm) if there is anything here that triggers you that I didn't mention, please let me know.
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[Art found on Zerochan and it's made by: Smileaotic1]
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Between the two of you, you are the runt.
Your brother had taken almost all of your energy at birth, leaving you weak and frail. 
It was unlikely that you were to survive. In Talia’s eyes, that meant you were useless. Ra’s, on the other hand, believed in second chances. He believed that with perseverance and ambition, you would be equal, if not, greater than your brother! 
That didn’t matter to Talia. Why waste all that time and energy, if you were going to die anyway? Ultimately, the choice was hers. 
She left you in an alley on a cold, dark, rainy night in nothing but a dirty, old box. 
Alone to cry, alone to die…
Only a few nights after, maybe less, someone heard your cries and searched you out. 
A man decked out in a leather, brown jacket, combat boots, and military pants with straps, and holsters wrapped around his legs. A red symbol of a bat is plastered across his chest and his red helmet with angry, pupil-less eyes gave a menacing aura, giving a face to fear for those sorry criminals who knew him. 
You weren’t fazed by the intimidating gaze the helmet gave off; you were hungry, you were thirsty, so very cold, and your loud cries had turned hoarse and quiet. 
Jason removed his leather jacket, picking you up and wrapping your tiny body with it.
Anger bubbled inside him - what kind of monster leaves a child, a baby, to die out here? A slow, agonizing death of starvation?
The vigilante bounces you in his arms, holding you close to his chest, and shielding you from the rain as he walks out of the dingy, dark alleyway where he and you were once in. 
Originally, he was gonna place you in an orphanage. Jason wasn't fit to be a father, he doesn't believe so. Unfortunately, there aren't any orphanages nearby - none that he could trust, at least. So he kept you at his apartment for a few days. 
During those few days, Jason had to learn a thing or two about taking care of a baby. He knew the basic necessities - diapers, blankets, wipes - but things like finding the right formula, baby-proofing his apartment, and strollers are things that Jason has no idea about. 
He remembered carrying you in his arms swaddled in whatever blankets he could find around his home to his nearest grocery store. Jason was unsure, lost, and understandably, nervous. Carrying a baby to the store was very foreign to him, at the same time, natural. With the help of a few kind samaritans and some nice neighbors though, Jason was able to get through it smoothly. 
You were a very happy baby anyway. A curious one at that. 
Your eyes would wander everywhere and anywhere. You always wanted to see what’s going on, you always wanted to know what’s going on. 
One time, Jason had come back from a very rough night of patrol. You were fast asleep in your crib, that is, until the door to you and his shared bedroom opened. 
You had slowly opened your eyes as Jason tiredly and grumpily took off all his gear, throwing them to the side without care. You watch as Jason sits on the edge of his bed, seemingly staring at nothing as he sighs. 
You were only a few months old at the time, and you didn’t hesitate to babble out your nightly greetings, making yourself known to Jason. 
Jason looked over at you, before turning back and sighing, then standing up. “Sorry, did I wake you?” He walks over to your crib where you smile happily and excitedly mumble gibberish. 
Jason couldn’t help but smile as well. 
He had to admit it. You are a pretty cute kid. Your radiant smile was just too contagious. 
He picked you up then laid on his bed with you resting on his chest. You continued to smile and babble on, almost as if asking about his day. Jason chuckled and simply nodded to whatever you were saying. “Yeah.. I had a pretty rough day..”
Your little conversation continued, until he heard a crash below that frightened you. Loud shouting and yelling resumes afterwards, and before Jason knows it, you start whimpering. Jason never liked it when you cried, he found. It ignited something in him, an almost feral protectiveness over you. 
He tried to comfort you by patting your bum and hushing you. “It’s alright, kid.. I’m here.” 
But the noises never stopped. It only dragged on with more crashes, more shouting, more yelling. It was so loud, Jason is sure he isn’t the only one that’s hearing it. 
For you, it got to be too much and so you whimpered, and gripped his tank top. “Dada..” 
Jason stops and looks down at you. “What?”
You nuzzle your head into his tank top in hopes you could either block out the noises or hide in Jason’s arms. “Dada..”
Something erupted in Jason that day. He isn’t sure how to describe it. Like a spark that fired something up in him. 
Jason remembered putting back on his gear for a moment and going straight down to where the noises were coming from. You were swaddled in a red blanket, nuzzled to his chest as he held you close. 
He barged into that apartment and found a couple fighting.
For what reason? He didn't know, and he didn’t care.
He aimed his pistol at them, and it was all it took for them to go silent.
“Would you kindly shut the fuck up?” He demands coldly. 
“There are children in this building.”
From that day on, Jason promised you he would never leave your side. He promised to forever be with you and never leave you alone like he had been his whole life. 
As you grew, your curiosity and happiness grew with you, culminating into great energy with which you ran around the apartment ever since you took your first steps. Your joy was full of childish innocence and naivety, but your curiosity kept you hungry for knowledge thus making you more aware than kids your age. 
“What’s that?”
“It’s a gun.”
“What does it do?”
“It shoots and kills people.”
“...Can I touch it?”
“No.”
At first, Jason thought you wanted to know the basic things that all kids your age wanted to know - which was true, but you wouldn’t ask the typical questions he expected. 
“Why is he in cuffs?”
“Because he murdered his family.”
“Why did he do that?”
“...”
“Because he’s a sick man, Angel…”
Jason slowly started to realize you had a morbid sense of curiosity. It came natural to you.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah, kid?”
“Why do men eat other men?”
“Because they get off on it.”
“Why?”
“...”
On one hand, he’s proud of your desire to know everything. On the other hand, he’s worried that your curiosity can lead you to doing things that could get you into trouble, dangerous things.
God forbid he’ll ever let that happen. So Jason would try to be upfront with you about it. Sure, it isn’t something young kids should know, but it’s better that he tells you the reality instead of sugar coating it and letting you find out for yourself. Plus, if it does scare you, it keeps you by his side at all times - it’s win-win for him. 
Around ten years old, you wanted to join Jason on his nightly patrols. 
He outright rejected you. You weren’t too happy about it, of course, he expected this. But he’ll be damned if he puts you in danger - there was no way he was gonna let some fuck-up criminal come anywhere near his baby girl. If he touches them, Jason, for sure, will see red. 
But this is Jason. You were raised by him, and although you went along with whatever he told you to do, whatever warnings he gave to you - you weren’t going to go along this time. 
You needed to know what it was like - the vigilante life!
A few failed attempts to keep you from home was all it took before Jason gave up and decided ‘fuck it.’ “If you insist on doing this with me, then I’m going to train you how to work with me.”
And train you, he did. 
Jason taught you boxing, karate, taekwondo. He was ruthless in his training, often you came home, bruised and exhausted. He’d wake you up early to teach you basic defense skills and sharpen your reflexes. He’d test you on your ability to take down a knife, to incapacitate someone, to pin someone to the floor. 
All of it was tiring, but you were persistent, and so desperate to know that it ended up becoming your goal to become another hero for the people of Gotham City. 
By the time you were twelve, you became the new sidekick to Red Hood, going under the alter ego - Scarlet.
You mostly stayed on the sidelines, acting as more of a scout for sneaking into buildings and looking for any possible evidence, ways for Jason to get in, overhearing any juicy drug plans ect. 
You were kept away from combat, rarely ever getting into fights, Jason made sure of that. 
You didn’t mind. The entire experience of hearing and watching all the interesting crime scenes, the investigations, and the cool ways your father took down thugs - all of it was so thrilling and exciting to you!
Jason, however, was paranoid. It was always a risk to send you in by yourself, and sometimes his fear would become too much, and he just decides to keep you on the look-out. Good thing though is that you were a good kid. You listen to your father most of the time, and rarely get yourself into danger. Everything seemed normal, in your own ways.
Then Jason met your grandfather.
He learned of your existence, your birth, your father, and most of all, the parent who abandoned you - Talia. 
Jason has some ‘history’ with that woman, and he isn’t really fond of her, but now. 
Oh, now he despises her. 
Ra’s was hoping to take you back, raise you under his wing and become part of his League of Assassins.
Jason won’t have it. This man allowed his own granddaughter to be left for dead and now he expects to have her back as if he didn’t let you be killed?
“That kid is mine.” Jason spat. 
“She’s not yours. She never was and never will be.” Jason turns his back on Ra’s, beginning to walk away as the man watches him blankly. 
“And if you or any of your little posse come anywhere near my girl. I’ll make sure every single one of you is buried six feet under.”
And with that, he left. 
He never mentioned it to you, but little did he know, you had heard his conversation with Ra’s.
You heard everything. 
Did that change anything? No. 
Jason is still your dad, you were his little girl and you two love each other very much. 
You guys are family, no matter what. 
And speaking of family, you met your father…
[DISCLAIMER: This work and any other works I do is purely fiction and fantasy. I do NOT condone any behaviors like this or other yandere behaviors in real life. If you experience something like this, I strongly advise you get help. Again, this work is purely fantasy and should not be done or supported in real life.]
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jasontoddssuper · 5 months
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Percy and Nico:
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Percy and Jason:
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Percy and Rachel:
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Thank u for your time
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xxang3l-trapxx · 9 months
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Today is the last day of pride, so here are my headcanons for Final Destination!!!
As a general note: To my fellow Americans: I know it sucks being queer right now with all the laws being signed to kill us. But we have to stay strong and stick together, or else the bigots win!!
Alex: Bi, transmasc, he/they. Dating Tod.
Tod: Gay, cis, he/him. Dating Alex.
Clear: Pan-Ace, transfemme, she/they/xe. Dating Kim.
Carter: Straight, trans man, he/him. Dating Terry.
Terry: Sapphic, cis, she/her. Dating Carter.
Billy: Gay, trans man, he/him. Painfully single, does have a crush on Alex.
Valerie: It’s complicated, trans woman, she/her. Has a situationship with Kat.
Kim: Lesbian, cis, she/her. Dating Clear.
Burke: Straight (but an ally), cis (but an ally), he/him. Single.
Nora: Straight (but an ally), cis (but an ally), she/her. Single (obv, her husbands dead), but thinks Eugene is hot.
Kat: Lesbian, cis, she/her. Has a situationship with Valerie.
Eugene: Gay, trans man, he/him. Dating Rory (kinda).
Rory: Bi, non-binary, he/they. Dating Eugene (kinda).
Evan: Straight; trans man, he/him. Dates around, but kinda has a thing with Olivia.
Tim: Bi, trans boy, he/him. Single, but has a crush on Julie.
Wendy: Pan-ace, transfemme, she/they. Dating Carrie (let’s pretend everyone’s alive).
Julie: Lesbian, demigirl, she/they/he. Has a crush on Perry.
Kevin: Bi, cis (but an ally), he/him. Has a crush on Jason.
Ashley: Pan, trans girl, she/her. Dating Ashlyn (duh).
Ashlyn: Lesbian, cis (but an ally), she/her. Dating Ashley.
Erin: Bi, non-binary, they/she. Dating Ian.
Ian: Bi, trans man, he/they/it. Dating Erin.
Perry: Sapphic, cis (but an ally), she/her. Has a crush on Julie.
Lewis: Straight (tries to be an ally), cis (tries to be an ally), he/him. Dating Veronica.
Carrie: Lesbian, cis (but an ally), she/her. Dating Wendy.
Jason: Questioning, cis (but an ally), he/him. Has a crush on Kevin.
Nick: Questioning, cis (but an ally), he/him. Dating Lori.
George: Straight (but an ally), cis (but an ally), he/him. Single (I mean his wife is dead…)
Lori: Bi, cis (ally), she/her. Dating Nick.
Janet: Lesbian (suuuuper deep in the closet), cis (ally), she/they. Single but has a thing for Kat.
Hunt: Gay (suuuuper deep in the closet), cis (tries to be an ally), he/him. Single (he and Janet were in a lavender relationship).
Samantha: Lesbian (also suuuper deep in the closet), cis (ally), she/her. Still married.
Nadia: Bi, questioning her gender, she/he?? Single, broke up with Andy.
Andy: Straight, cis, he/him. Single. Doesn’t really care if someone’s gay, as long as they don’t try anything with him (he’s one of those guys).
Sam: Bi, transmasc, he/they. In a polycule with Molly and Peter.
Molly: Pan, transfemme, she/they. Dating Sam, but is platonically dating Peter (it’s complicated).
Peter: Gay, cis (but an ally), he/him. Dating Sam, but platonically dating Molly (again, it’s complicated).
Nathan: Unlabled, cis (but an ally), he/him. Has an off and on thing with Olivia.
Olivia: Bi, trans girl, she/her. Has an off and on thing with both Evan and Nathan, but also has a crush on Molly.
Candice: Sapphic, cis (tries to be an ally), she her. Single, but has a crush on Olivia.
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autisticbats · 3 years
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For the ask game A, I, L, and X
THANK YOU!!! 🙏🙏🙏
A - Your current OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s)
i’m actually super into platonic/familial relationships rn!!! (ie. batfam, the hargreeves, irondad/spiderson, team as fam, etc.) but for romantic ships i’d have to say superbats, cablepool, bucky/steve/sam, symbrock, roadrat, stanner, harlivy, sportarobbie, bruce/selina, harley/ivy/selina, poly!avengers (minus peter ofc) and reid/hotch! i’m definitely forgetting some tbh
I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?
yes, actually lmao. twice! like 6 1/2 years ago i used to have a rly popular hetalia blog but eventually got educated as to why it was harmful. & after that i was an active SU blogger but met some really toxic people and lost my love for the show bc of that. rip.
L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)
joker you magnificent beast, i love you as a character and as a supervillain but you are a terrible human being and deserve to be ran over by a tractor. i like your hair.
X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM
WOOOOO LETS GO!!! these aren’t in any particular order--
1. damian wayne! a babey and an angel <3333
2. clint barton <3 i love u sm you absolute mess of a man
3. bruce banner! <3333 UR SO CUTE WHO GAVE U THE RIGHT???
4. deadpool u silly son of a bitch i adore u
5. harley quinn <333333333 u make me so fucking happey
6. klaus hargreeves !!! fuck yeah !!!!!!!!1 rob me !!!!!!!!
7. mycroft holmes <3333333 spit on my grave and use my identity to commit tax fraud to further your career as the personification of the british government <3 ! <#33
7 1/2. sherlock holmes <3 ! !!!! a babey!!!! avenge my death and experiment on my corpse!!!! break into my house and steal my marvel collectibles!!!!! for science 1!!!!!
8. eddie brock u dumb bitch <333 that's it<3333333
9. dick grayson !!!! fucken baby!!!!11 BABEY MAN!!!!!
10. jason todd !!!!!!!!!1111 jason !!! tod !!!!!d <33333trash man <22
10 1/2. peter parker !!!!!!!! !!!! 1!!!!!!! !!!!!A CHILD!!!!!!! !!!!1  BABEY CHILD !!!!!!! SMART BOY
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In terms of animash, since i’ve been listening to a lot of music and that’s where I get my taste in music now
Canon Characters
Michael = Kovu (tlk 2)
Laurie = Kiara (tlk 2) (like, platonically/siblings though) (also, older Laurie = Sarabi (tlk))
Judith = Vitani (tlk 2) (yo this was hard since I normally ship Kiara x Vitani, but absolutely not here lmao)
Jamie = Nala (tlk) (yeah, I know it’s backwards for Nala to be Kiara’s daughter, but I do what I want)
Laurie’s granddaughter (forgot her name i’m such a fake fan smh) = Rani (tlg) (I figured that made sense since she kinda looks like a kiara recolor to me)
Myers Parents = Simba (tlk/tlk 2) and Zira (tlk 2)
Annie (are you okay? are you okay annie?) = Dixie (Balto)
Lynda = Vixey (fox and the hound)
Bob = Tramp (lady and the tramp, duh)
Loomis = Claudandus (felidae) (if you watched felidae, you’d understand. claudandus is a shifty jackass who thinks he’s smart and right but he’s a total bastard)
Jason = Bambi (also The Great Prince) (bambi/bambi 2) (I added the great prince because adult bambi is more like a fresh 18 year old and Jason is shown as a full adult too)
Pamela = Bambi’s mom (I mean, that’s why Jason is Bambi)
Myerhees Kiddos
Nick = Koda (brother bear) (I’m having a hard time finding convincing kovu/bambi babs so just let me have this ok)
Ari = Tod (fox and the hound 1&2) (same reasoning as Nick = Koda)
Malpratice Twins
Boy = Oliver (oliver and company) (looks kinda like a redder baby claudandus, you see)
Girl = (baby mostly) Fuli (tlg) (I was having trouble finding animash felids that looked like kovu/claudandus spawn)
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