#<-maybe? just to be safe

[calloohly]

wow haha what a fun guy i bet he has normal thoughts and feelings about human connection and interpersonal relationships haha

[bacchuschucklefuck]

january month of yuugi

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Out of every single thing from Sylus' Nightly Rendezvous Preview, this is what matters most to me

Not just b/c of my raging handfetish, but b/c of how symbolic it is of SylusMC's progress and how much it must mean to Sylus in particular

They've officially gone from here

To here

She is willingly clasping his hand, guys! She is finally intertwining her fingers with his! She loves himmm

[egophiliac]

crossing my fingers and wishing upon every star that chapter 10 finally brings us the tweel cards 🤞🤞

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa definitely thought Abby died..

[flwrkid14]

Tim and Danny: Love, Trust, and the Weight of Protection

part 1

Danny knows what it's like to be hunted.

It’s been his reality for as long as he can remember—forever glancing over his shoulder, never truly at ease. Between vengeful ghosts, government agents, and countless other dangers, his survival has depended solely on his instincts, his powers, and the fickleness of luck. He has his friends—two best friends and a sister who would drop everything to stand by him, who he knows would always have his back. But the weight of that reliance feels heavy, a burden he can't quite shake.

Trusting others, truly leaning on them, has always felt like a luxury he couldn’t afford. He wants to feel safe, to let someone else take some of the weight, but the thought of putting them in danger because of him? That’s a risk he can't bring himself to take.

Then he meets Tim Drake.

At first, Tim’s protectiveness doesn’t faze him. It’s Gotham. You don’t date a Wayne-adjacent vigilante and expect anything less than a little paranoia. Danny’s been through worse. A tracker on his phone? Standard. Tim pulling files on his professors? Honestly, kind of funny.

But then, Danny finds out how deep it goes.

He stumbles upon a folder on Tim’s desk—his name printed neatly on the tab. Inside? Background checks on his classmates, neighbors and friends. Surveillance reports. A detailed map of his daily routine. Heart rate data. Sleeping patterns. Eating habits. There’s even a file on Phantom.

For a moment, Danny froze.

This should terrify him—it used to. Being watched, tracked for his every move, reminded him too much of those who hunted him, who’d wanted to tear him apart and dissect him like a lab rat. His first instinct was always to run.

But at that moment? He felt... safe. The notes in the margins weren’t cold or clinical like the ones his parents would have written. No, instead, they were worried. Make sure he’s eating enough. Possible threat? Keep an eye on this one. Look for ectoplasmic spikes—could mean trouble.

This wasn’t someone trying to control him. This was someone trying to protect him.

Tim’s not like the people who hunted him in Amity Park. There’s no malice in what he does. No intent to control or hurt. It’s all fear. Love, even. Danny can see it in Tim’s eyes when he stammers through an explanation, bracing himself for anger or rejection.

He’s scared Danny will leave.

And that’s what gets Danny.

No one has ever cared for him like this, no one willing to go through such lengths just to ensure his safety. Yeah, it’s intense, maybe unhealthy, even by the standards of a world that isn’t known for its normalcy. Danny knows Sam, Tucker, and Jazz would do the same—they’ve all put their lives on the line for him before, and he loves them for it. But Tim is different.

Tim is strong enough to face the dangers of Danny’s world and carry the weight of his burdens without hesitation. It’s something Danny could never ask his friends to do—not because they wouldn’t, but because they have their own lives, their own paths. They would drop everything for him, just as Tim would, but Tim does it with the resolve of a vigilante, already living a life where protecting others is his duty. This is someone who understands the risks, who’s already made those sacrifices, and still chooses to say, “I will protect you, no matter the cost.”

So, he smiles. He kisses Tim’s cheek. And he asks, “Can I put a tracker on you too?”

The way Tim’s eyes light up? Yeah, Danny thinks. This is love.

-----------------

The batfamily doesn’t get it.

They corner Danny one day, all serious expressions and careful words.

“Danny, we’re worried,” Dick starts, voice soft. “About Tim?” Danny tilts his head. “About both of you,” Steph says. “This… surveillance thing. It’s not normal.”

Danny shrugs. “Neither am I.”

They might understand—on some level. They’d lived through their own kind of danger, faced their own threats. But for Danny, it was different. They didn’t grow up being hunted, didn’t spend years hiding from people who wanted to tear them apart just for existing. For him, trusting the wrong person wasn’t just a risk; it was a matter of life and death.

Tim’s methods might be extreme, but Danny sees the intent behind them. It’s not control. It’s care. Tim watches his back because he knows what it’s like to lose people. Danny lets him because he knows what it’s like to be alone.

“Tim’s the first person who’s made me feel safe,” Danny tells them, voice steady. “You see obsession. I see someone who cares enough to watch my back.”

They don’t know what to say to that.

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Their relationship isn’t conventional. But in a city like Gotham, love isn’t always soft and simple. Sometimes, it’s vigilance. Sometimes, it’s knowing someone’s tracking your heartbeat because they’d die if it ever stopped.

Tim watches over Danny. Danny watches over Tim. It’s not about control—it’s about trust. About knowing that, no matter what, someone’s got your back.

The bats worry. They whisper about boundaries, red flags and healthy relationships.

Danny doesn’t listen. He knows what he’s got.

In a world where ghosts and vigilantes collide, where danger lurks in every shadow, Danny’s finally found someone who won’t let him face it alone.

And that? That’s everything.

[vaguely-concerned]

rook falling asleep on the red couch in the lighthouse dining room while lucanis is making dinner....... they were helping out by keeping him company and peeling and chopping potatoes for a while there but then the potatoes are done and the room is so safe and warm and smells like coffee and good food and lucanis is trying to explain something to spite and his voice is low and soft and good to listen to and rook's eyes only slip closed for a moment. they'll get up to save the world again or whatever in a second just. one moment. while the world is warm and kind. and then they're being shaken gently awake an hour later because it's time to eat and everyone's starting to drift hopefully dinner-wards

[psychemochanight]

Dick is everyone's safe place.

Was anyone suffering from insomnia? It just so happens that when they're with Dick, they finally manage to fall asleep.

Was anyone overstimulated? With Dick most of the sensations disappear, just feel warmth.

Insecurity? Danger? Dick is just safe.

That's why Batman feels better when Nightwing comes to the same conclusion as him.

That's why Jason can let his guard down when Dick's around, can relax the constant tension in his shoulders. Sometimes it's even unconscious, but even when they argue he's not really tense.

That's why Tim can fully immerse himself in his work when Dick is around, he doesn't need to be aware of his surroundings.

That's why Damian can feel when Dick is around. That's why he shows his emotions, from anger to joy.

Cass allows herself to make more noise around him, make her presence known.

Even Steph, Babs, and Duke himself allow themselves to trust him, like, for real.

His friends are no different.

Wally has never been ashamed of being who he is around Dick. Whether he wants to talk a lot or a little, eat as much as he wants, be as vulnerable as he wants, be a hero or just Wally. He knows that Dick will never judge him.

Roy knows Dick can be a jerk, but he's a loyal jerk, someone who's never going to betray you. It's just safe to trust him. Admire him.

Do I really even need to talk about Donna, of all people, putting so much trust in Dick, a man? Her Wonder Twin.

He's the universal constant for Superman, the one to whom he personally gave his blessing to use a name from a legend of his world, a part of himself.

Dick is just everyone's safe place.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

What a lovely family portrait👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👦🏻🖼️

Enhanced image of A-Yuan's first sword flight.

[aisla229artblog]

L'Amour-propre n'est pas par nature, mais par acquis & introspection

((I just think they should hug it out, your Honor ;3;))

transcript under cut:

Loop: ...

Siffrin: ...

Loop: Why...

*lowers*

Loop: Why won't you do it... After everything I've done...

Loop: I'm weak. You defeated me.

*tighten*

Loop: Only one of us can go on...

Loop: ...

Loop: [After all...]

Loop: [You saw yourself walk away without you. You body, stolen from you by your wish. Doing your mistakes. Over and over and ov—]

Loop: [How could you NOT hate him? ... Stars... You should've hated them.]

*THUMP*

*!!*

Siffrin: (Loop)

Loop: ...

Siffrin: (... Siffrin... It's okay. It's over. It's over. Please. If I can't give up then you can't either.)

Loop: [...]

Siffrin: (Please, Loop.)

Loop: [... The Universe has never been fair, Stardust. Not to us.]

Siffrin: (... Once... you stopped me from using my knife. Do you regret it?)

Loop: [... no.]

Loop: [It's one of the only things I could never regret.]

[potassiumprincess]

i think marinette is worse at resting when she's sick but adrien is worse at sitting things out if he's injured. i have no explanation, these are just the vibes

[blanceyblance]

I have talked before about how frustrating i find thay the paladins and co. will act like Lance has rocks for brains one moment

And next moment listen to him in dangerous situations with no complains.

So my headcanon is that Lance has a "locked in" voice.

When you hear his normal voice you know its safe to play and joke around, the situation is not that dire, but the locked in voice is the kind of voice you hear telling you "you have ten seconds to stop this shit and you are already at seven" and your monkey brain tells you, you need to listen or else !!!

[starsaparilla]

[haveihitanerve]

The batkids, no matter how much time passes, how much trust and love and safety and security they build with their team, still will not break. Will not show any sign of weakness or grief or sorrow or pain. The only place they collapse is around Bruce, because he’s safe, because he loves unconditionally even if they don't consciously admit it, because they know he will stay. 

Nightwing gets stuck in a haunted underground tunnel system with Flash, Superboy and Viktor for two weeks. By the time they make it out, Barry hugs Hal for so long he loses feeling in his arms, Kon buries himself in Clark’s embrace and calls Lois, and even Viktor asks for Dinah to talk. They all marvel at Dick, at his ability to stay calm, to keep them all together, to remain unruffled after the massive toll. 

But then Batman arrives, harried and billowing into the room(idk plot maybe he was on a search mission with someone else for Dick) and Nightwing spins on his heel from the opposite side of the room, and beelines for his arms. 

Bruce scoops him up bridal style and carries him to the Zeta Tubes and no one hears from them for three days. 

Dick breaks the second they breach the Batcave and its all Bruce can do to hold him and brush his hair and whisper “i love you you’re safe you’re home baby you’re home” to keep himself from crumbling as his adult baby boy son cries in his arms and won’t let go. 

“You didn't even break a sweat!” Barry laughs in awed disbelief, thumping him lightly in the side with an affectionate grin, and suddenly Dick’s forced smile twinges a little, because, sure, in the moment he hadn’t broken a sweat, yeah. But he had also spent the last three days with a fever above 100 due to the mental and emotional strain of staying composed and strong and also hadn't been able to sleep unless he was curled in Bruce’s arms.

[kiisaes]

I'm literally ill

[kiwichils]

sweet nothings

average chilshi experience after that night