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venacoeurva · 7 months
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may i humbly ask for my favorite malewife mansplain manipulate, the emperor
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[Emperor voice] Oh worm?
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apocalypse-shuffle · 1 year
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JASON TODD & DAMIAN WAYNE (generalized fanon | maybe wfa)
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“Reaction Time” (Jason Todd x Fem!Reader) and (Damian Wayne & Platonic!Reader)
| Reader is introduced to the first of her new boyfriend’s extended family.
| SFW, breaking in, Damian Logic™ -frazzled!reader
| pic sources: beg.=rebirth rhato, middle=batman & robin#12, and end=rebirth teen titans • all comics
| part of the meet the bats series
| 1k+ words
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It’s the small hours of the morning still, you can tell by the heat of Jason’s body pressed along your side. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, the comforter hasn’t fallen off your body at any point, you're not too hot, and when you listen over the sound of your own breathing you don’t hear anything off.
Your soft breaths sound normal, nothing concerning there. You hold your breath so you can hear better. You want to go back to sleep but you have to get rid of the nagging ✨wrongness✨ that had you awake in the first place.
You find Jason’s breathing fine, luckily calm, and when you focus harder you can make out the tiny murmurs - Jason consistently had nightmares, whether they woke him or you up or not - and the more pronounced huffs of breath that were a product of wherever the Sandman had taken him. There was something off about it though, like it was louder.
Your nose scrunches and you finally open your eyes, sliding blurry sleep crusted orbs to watch your boyfriend you piece it together. His breaths weren’t louder; they were overlapping. Or-
You blink your eyes open wider, watching his chest rise up and down. Both sets of breaths weren’t matching. Your world stutters.
The breaths were coming from opposite directions too.
It’s as your head’s whipping around that you feel the barely there scrape across your neck and the flash of metal in the corner of your eye. Your body freezes, breaths quickening in your chest just as Jason jumps up and your eyes lock on a small shadowy figure.
“If I was you I wouldn’t move another inch,” Jason warns.
You whimper, barely registering the safety of a gun clicking off and Jason's arm raised over you.
Then you scream.
A small voice talks right over you.
“Tt, this is who you want to be your girlfriend? She has terrible response time.”
“Damian?”
Jason’s exclamation makes you gasp.
“You know him?”
Jason glances at you when you talk through your screaming, face creasing in worry, before he groans and clicks back on the safety of the gun. Putting it back underneath his pillow and then easing the blade away from your neck.
“Baby, breath, okay? I’m gonna deal with him,” he nods at the shadow who sounds like a fucking baby - what the fuck? “And you're gonna be fine. Sheath this shit Damian or so help me god,” he grounds out.
You’ve stopped screaming but your chest is heaving as you watch the kid move and put away the sword. That’s a suspicious amount of stop light colors.
“Is that Robin?”
Another scoff from Robin. There’s a superhero in your apartment, why in the world?
“Y/n baby-”
Jason’s voice is only the tiniest bit hysteric, which is utterly inappropriate because you are buzzing out of your skin right now. You scramble up when Jason tries to keep you down, squeezing as close to the other side of the bed as you can with him in the way.
“Why are you so calm? What the fuck is Batman’s sidekick doing in my apartment, Jason?”
“Leaving,” he shoos the boy harshly. “He was fucking leaving.”
Robin shrugs and you find yourself laughing lightly.
“Oh my god….”
What if you were naked? You could’ve so easily been naked right now.
“Oh my god…”
Robin waves towards you with a scowl.
“She is an insufficient choice for a partner.”
“What the- get out! I’ll deal with you in a minute.”
“You are also losing your touch, Todd, you should have sensed me seconds before my weapon got that close-”
Jason grits his teeth and whips around to point at the door.
“I’m not losing shit. Now, go. The fuck. Outside.”
Robin purses his lips, domino creasing in what you can only guess is a glare, before marching out. You stare wide eyed after his back, eyes drawn specifically to the hilt of his sword.
“Jason…”
“I am so sorry. Is your neck okay?”
All you can do is nod.
He moves so he’s in front of you, blocking your view of the door and the tiny vigilante behind it. His hands hover awkwardly over your body while he speaks in hushed tones.
“That’s good at least.” He huffs, “I told them to give me space because you weren’t ready, I did. I promise.”
“Mhm,” you nod then drop your head in your hands. “Jason?”
“Yes baby?”
“I’m about to cry.”
He sucks in a breath.
“Okay, alright okay, just hold on. I-” he jumps out of the bed. “I’m gonna draw you a bath and get you some tea and send my little brother home, alright?”
“Yeah okay,” you mumble. Bless him but your boyfriend never knew what the hell to do with blatant emotions.
Or, scratch that, he knew what to do and could talk it out just fine when they were your feelings. He also just overcompensated for the teary stuff.
You take in a deep breath, rubbing at your temples.
This time when Jason reaches for you he touches. Warm hands grab your own and bring them down to his lap, thumbs rubbing over your knuckles.
“It’s fine. You’re fine. I’ll handle it.”
“Yeah,” you breath, blinking wet eyes at him. “I trust you.”
He blinks, “You trust me?”
His brows move up and his head tilts, and it’s all very endearing but-
“I know, okay, but not right now. Let’s shelve that for when I’m more awake and your kid brother who’s Robin isn’t in my living room.”
“Agreed,” he licks his lips. “We’ll talk about everything tomorrow.”
“Amazing,” you lean in and the two of you share a brief kiss. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom.”
“You deserve it, get in there.”
You laugh faintly, pulling your sleep shirt over your head and grabbing a shower cap to switch out your bonnet with.
“Passion flower tea?”
You give him a thumbs up and a ‘yes please’ before disappearing behind the bathroom door. You miss the way Jason smiles at your retreating form.
The last thing you hear before you slip into the rising warm water and flowery scented bath salts is a litany of soft curses before Jason forces himself to go have that conversation with his brother.
- - -
“So how’d it go?”
You lean against your closet door, new set of pajamas on.
“He’s embarrassed but he’ll live,” Jason heaves a sigh, hands running down his face. “I’m sorry again.”
You shrug, “It’s fine. Not like you planned it. Now, are you okay?”
“No, yeah, I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”
You walk up and wrap your hands around his wrists, he gives in to your request and lets you pull his hands away. You bring them down to his sides and run your palms up his arms, rubbing out some of the tension, before cradling the sides of his face.
He cracks his neck before looking at you and you give him a little smile.
“It’s cool, I’m not going anywhere.”
“If you say so,” he hums, hands coming up to rub at your forearms. He turns to press a kiss into your palm.
“I do say so. You told me your family was weird Jason.”
“Yeah, but that wasn’t regular people weird and I can’t even promise he won’t do it again. Or that one of the others won’t just show up one day too.”
“Uh huh,” you shrug and move in so you can peck him on the lips. “I’ll just have to get used to your brand of weirdness then. No big deal.”
He scoffs, “‘No big deal’ she says. Just wait.”
You laugh much less tinged with panic this time.
“I will, because I want to be a part of your life.”
His eyes crinkle.
“Yeah yeah,” he murmurs before kissing you longer this time. When you pull away he’s smiling. “I love you too.”
He clams up, casts this guarded look at you, and you shake your head.
“Oh my god, Jason. I also love you. Can we go back to bed now?”
“Yeah,” he sighs. “Sounds good.”
NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!
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milommid · 2 months
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they came :3
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onboardsorasora · 5 months
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I don't normally post this late but I just finished writing this and Idk. I've had this idea banging around in my head and I wanted to write some Dewis. I hope it's good, if not, we can pretend it didn't happen 🫣🫣
Dewis Sleepwalking (potential 👀?) Au
Daniel bolted up in bed, he looked around quickly at the unfamiliar room. His chest heaved as he left the vestiges of the dream behind, it felt… too real. They always do when this happened. It was lucid dreaming on steroids and he wasn't always in control of what he did.
“It's cool, you're in my room Danny.” 
Daniel's eyes swung to the left side of the bed, his brain felt a little like molasses. Also normal. He looked at Lewis, confused but also apprehensive.
“Fuck, sorry mate.” Daniel rubbed his eyes and clambered out of the bed. Away from Lewis who sat up against the headboard scrolling through his phone. “You're very calm about this.”
“Max texted me.” Lewis locked his phone screen and grinned at his friend who looked spooked, for lack of a better word.
Daniel sighed and dragged his hand down his face. Of course, Max would have texted Lewis to warn him. How embarrassing.
“Mate, I'm so sorry.” Daniel groaned. This was not exactly how he hoped they would start their holiday. At least it didn't seem like Seb was awake yet.
“Danny it's fine.” Lewis insisted, he patted the empty side of the bed that Daniel had vacated, it was still warm.
Daniel was just about hoping the floor would swallow him whole. It was bad enough that he couldn't control it, but for Lewis to be one to witness it. At least with Seb, he knew he'd get a chuckle, a little teasing for a while. Before Seb would sit him down and pump him for information. 
He had no idea how Lewis would react, he was very particular about his space and who was in it. Daniel should know, he'd been trying to get one step closer for a little while now.
“So you sleepwalk.” Lewis said it with a shrug and a small smile. “Actually, I'm kinda glad Max texted me, cause seeing you standing in my doorway– asleep– could have been a little more terrifying, y'know?”
“Nah yeah, figure I looked like an axe murderer.” Daniel grinned a self deprecating slash of his teeth and mimicked stabbing the air with a knife. Daniel licked his teeth, stretching his lips over the expanse of them like he used to when he had braces.
They fell silent for a beat, Lewis watching Daniel with his keen brown eyes and Daniel looking anywhere but back at him. He needed to leave, he'd embarrassed himself enough for the day he felt.
“I'm just gonna…go.” Daniel pointed behind himself to the door. He scraped his teeth against the skin under his lip, feeling the grit of his stubble against the enamel.
“No, talk to me.” Lewis reached across the duvet, the space Daniel vacated was colder now, all his body heat already neutralized by the air conditioning.
“What do you want me to say?” Daniel groaned. It was always awkward around new people. It wasn't something he advertised, he had enough known issues with sleeping that he wasn't exactly trying to let everyone know that he also couldn't count on himself to stay in bed while he was at it. Max knew because, well that was unavoidable when you shared as many hotel rooms as they had, they created a system about it 
And now Lewis knew. But not because Daniel confided, but because sleep Danny decided  to walk down the hallway to apparently have a  cuddle with Lewis.
At least he had the decency to pull on the pyjama pants he had packed because he did not go to sleep in this.
“Wait– I came in here in these right? You didn't like see me bare assed and saved my modesty right?” Daniel asked suddenly with wide concerned eyes. 
Lewis blinked owlishly at him before dissolving into giggles. He took a moment or two to compose himself. Daniel laughed as well, because what else could he do, it truly was a ridiculous situation.
“Nah, you came here in that.” Lewis snorted, “so you're saying if I want a show I should come into your room? Noted.” He teased and Daniel laughed harder, a blush dusting his cheeks.
Tired of the distance, Lewis reached across the bed and grabbed Daniel's flailing arm and pulled him back onto the soft mattress. Daniel fell onto his side with a soft oof, he tried shifting backwards– to at least sit up– but Lewis' grip was like a cuff on his forearm. 
Daniel felt like his flesh was warm in that location only, the rest of him cold for Lewis' touch as well. He couldn't help but notice where their tattoos touched; grateful over love.
“Daniel. Talk to me, please.” Lewis asked quietly. Chocolate met honey and Daniel sighed, ready to give in. He gazed up at Lewis through his lashes, eyes roving over his smooth skin, the moles and freckles on his cheeks and his perfect lips.
“I sleepwalk, have for years. Being in a new place tends to trigger it, so I normally like bring shit from home that's familiar so I don't go off the rails in every hotel room. We got in too late last night so I just crashed.”
Lewis swiped his thumb soothingly along Daniel's skin as he listened. brushing the hairs on the back of his arm flat, just missing the tip of the rose.
“Why did you come here?” Lewis asked softly.
“I dunno Lew.” Daniel groaned and threw his other arm over his eyes so it didn't feel like he was baring his soul. So Lewis wouldn't see his soul was already bared. Why else would he come here unconsciously?
They were quiet again as Lewis waited patiently, he didn't stop his stroking.
Daniel sighed gustily, realizing he wasn't going anywhere until he gave Lewis what he wanted.
“Because I was looking for comfort and I– I knew you were here.” Daniel clenched his jaw and his fist to keep from doing something silly like get defensive and lash out in his embarrassment. This wasn't Lewis’ problem, it was his.
“So why didn't you go to Seb?” Lewis sounded confused, Daniel could imagine the furrow in his perfect brow, one braid coming loose from his bun to hang in his face.
Well that was the question of the hour, wasn't it? The answer wasn't one Daniel wanted to give, he wanted to keep it hoarded in his chest, behind his ribs. Safe and unknown to the world, especially Lewis.
Lewis' other hand grabbed Daniel's arm that kept him blinded, he tugged and before he knew it, Daniel was arrested by warm brown eyes leaning over him. God Lewis was beautiful.
Lewis' eyes crinkled and Daniel felt cold with the knowledge that he'd most likely used his outside voice. Lovely.
Lewis opened his mouth to say something when the door opened after two perfunctory knocks. They both froze and Seb walked in, two cups of coffee in his hands, hair a nest of bedraggled curls.
“Lew have you seen– oh. Morning.” His accent was thicker in the mornings. Daniel sprung off of the bed and dragged a hand through his own curls.
“Morning Seb. I'm.. Just gonna go.” Daniel didn't look at any of them specifically, before doing an awkward finger snap and gun gesture and leaving quickly. They could hear his door close soundly at the end of the hallway.
“What did I miss?” Seb’s wide eyes flickered between Lewis– who now lay across the bed, his head pressed where Daniel's had been– and the empty hallway. Lewis groaned.
Part 2
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imohars · 2 months
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Currently thinking about how perfect it would be if Imogen and Sahar have their first kiss at the New Year’s Eve party in season three of Heartstopper!
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bibliophiliaxvignette · 4 months
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Okay hear me out….
I’ve got WIPs, but I’ve also got an idea for an elucien fic, and by idea I mean basically just vibes. And the vibes are lumberjack!Lucien and floral designer Elain.
Snippet below the cut? Sure.
As Elain comes around the bend and spies the back of the cabin, her heart stops. There, tucked beneath towering Grand Fir trees is the most impressive male specimen Elain has ever laid her eyes on. He appears to be a…lumberjack? He looks to be several inches over six feet, with bulging muscles and broad shoulders. He’s holding an ax, swinging it at a huge log in front of him. He swings, breathes, swings, breathes, swings, over and over again, in a hypnotizing rhythm. Elain can feel the impact of the ax on the log in her chest, like a bass string being plucked repeatedly. He’s wearing jeans that look like they were made to exist on his thighs and a tight white henley, rolled up over impressive, inked forearms. His auburn hair is pulled off of his face and wrapped in a haphazard bun at the nape of his neck, but unruly strands still fall into his eyes. 
His face is the most striking of all. He stares at the log like it has personally offended him, brows furrowed in intense concentration, strong jaw tensed and clenching. His full lips are turned down at the ends. He has a brutal scar bisecting the side of his face, running from his eyebrow, down his cheek, almost to his jaw. It only adds to his dangerous beauty. Elain thinks she should probably be afraid of a giant strange man holding an ax in the middle of the woods, but she finds herself wanting to move closer to him, study him. Suddenly, his russet eyes cut up to her. She startles, her hand flying to her chest.  
“Elain?” He asks, breathing heavily.  She clears her throat, trying to pull herself together. You’ve seen beautiful men before, Elain.
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ghost-draws-art · 4 months
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I wanted to screw around with things for my new sketchbook! Look at them <3
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cptnwynnie · 8 months
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Oh “I want it to hurt” scene from nitw, you will always be famous
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in-stitchesx · 12 days
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oh uh, by the way, are you open to being friends? you seem like a genuinely cool person ^^ /nf
Im telling you to be my friend. 👁️👁️
Because I'm telling EVERYONE TO BE MY FRIEND!!!!!!
no seriously guys dm me I'm friends with everyone I'll yap your ears off
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raayllum · 17 days
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y'know in retrospect it really does make so much sense to introduce the idea of the Cube after Rayla's reexplained the six primal sources, cause the two most likely options are 1) the cube is linked to understanding all 6 sources (just like Aaravos) and/or 2) the Cube played an instrumental role in the formation of dark magic, meaning that after reaffirming the 6 sources, its introduction (unknowingly to us) mirrors the introduction of dark magic as a seventh source
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vii-spider · 8 months
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something i've thought about every now and then,
taking the first season of total drama and swapping each character out for one who fits into a similar archetype/personality
eg, zeke is a socially oblivious farm boy, a lot like rodney, so he'd take zeke's place. tyler would be replaced by lightning, since both are dumb jocks. dj, you could swap out for brick or dawn, since the former is another tough-looking guy with a lot of heart and the latter is another kind-hearted animal lover
it wouldn't be 100% true to the first season, tho- like, if you put scarlett in instead of heather, then that doesn't mean scarlett would make it to the final 3. she might be the first to get booted, she might end up winning. who knows!
idk if this is stupid or anything lol i just thought it was a potentially cool idea
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deadun · 3 months
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⋆ when the world ended — when she died, would she end up in the same part of the underworld as piper ? @claervoyants
house of the dragon s1e7 "driftmark" (dir. miguel sapochnik), girls against god by florence + the machine, young & sad by noah cyrus, louise glück, amy burning jo's book in little women (2019) (dir. greta gerwig), character list in antigone by sophocles, [loving] by jack veasey in handful of hair, the case of bucky briar by jack van cleaf, golden girl by frank ocean, the other boleyn girl (dir. justin chadwick), genesis 4:9
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fandomsoda · 2 months
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Stimboard of my partner @wishtale-blogs’s sona as a gift for Valentine’s Day
art by her
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generallyunskilled · 10 months
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The fact that Sonic Frontiers lore gave Eggman childhood trauma is so fuckin wild to me. I love it though cause omg it makes so much sense. Like ofc Maria’s death would have a huge impact on the family, and if they never move on (as it seems they didn’t) that’s gonna trickle down to him as a child. Especially since it seems to have caused his family to ignore or neglect him. It’s a known phenomenon in families that lose a child when there are other children still living.
Something I wonder is if, since he was a kid, they kept the true nature of Maria’s death from him. The Egg Memo states he was quite a bit younger than Maria, too young to ever remember she was alive, and likely too young to know or remember the raid on ARK. So even as he got older he never understood why the grief was so profound. It’s likely too that the family felt a lot of animosity towards GUN and that sort of thing probably kept Maria’s memory more intense in their lives. But if kid Eggman never picks up on that, he probably only knows the two main things about Maria: she was very sick, and she died. So he probably only put two and two together, and figured she just died of her illness. That probably contributed to a lot of his issues with how ignored he was. Not knowing the true reason behind the family’s grief and why they’re so especially hung up on her death. The memo again says he was very curious about her, which makes sense if they were hush hush about her death and only really talked about how sweet and kind she was.
Idk I’m just rambling here but god I love taking a minuscule bit of lore and just wildly extrapolating from it cause oh my god I fucking love learning more about the Robotnik family.
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arcanefandomweek · 4 months
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Trialling Warwick-end?
Hi team!
This blog has seen an uptick in followers since the teaser for season 2 of Arcane has dropped.
This is an interest check for a new type of event :
Warwick-end. Warweekend? IDK which is funnier.
Simply a 2 days window during which people would share their meta, predictions, fic, art, playlist, etc. Concerning Warwick, his creation, his impact on season 2, etc.
Each person could submit 1 to as many work as they want, on these days. Prompts would be entirely open and have to revolve around Vander//Warwick.
Please consider reblogging as signal boost to get the word out if you have moots who enjoy Arcane!
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amarithecat · 2 months
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