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She has been laughing to herself for the past three or so minutes while looking at her phone - pay no mind.
#(( happy sunday look what we ran into ))#☾ ⛧ ☽ in character.#☾ ⛧ ☽ in character.#☾ ⛧ ☽ mature.#mature //
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Ya'll simping over my unhinged, gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss Lilith. This isn't even her final form.
The kitchen is hot, and you will be forced to feed.
#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽⚸☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ 𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓲 ⛧ Ꭷꭷፈ#ok but im so happy you guys love her#I kinda just went mask off after a while there and put my true wants for her character into the open#crying#and im so happy everyone accepts her even though they want her to beat their muses asses
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I saw u did a batfam with a spider-reader and it made me decide how would the batfam be like with a felicia hardy/black cat reader or maybe another spider-reader with batfam could be nice!
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Note: Hey! So i actually have something fairly (?) similar with a Selina Kyle-esque reader but I know its not entirely the same so here you go! I don't really know a huge amount about Felicia Hardy so I had to do some research, but i hope this is okay!
⛧ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛧ EXTENTION
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You're an intriguing character for them. Straight away, they have a keen interest in you. Not only because of your uncanny ability to sneak past them, but also because of your personality.
Your fineness would not only awe them, but also piss them off a little because they just couldn't keep up with you, or stop you after you burgle somewhere.
This would particularly mess with Damian who, with his short temper, would get very tired of your skillful game of cat and mouse. Or rather...cat and birds.
Dick and Jason would be particularly impressed by your acrobatics. Especially Dick, since they were on par with his own. He would find it rather fun to chase you, trying to predict your next move and ultimately being wrong.
Tim would spend his time analysing you.
His work would mostly take form in finding security footage of you and watching how you slunk around the streets, often disappearing for short amounts of time as you found the blind spots. He would try and figure you out to help figure out a way to help stop you.
The game of cat and mouse would go on for a little while. No one is able to figure out how you manage to slink away everytime. Until they figure out your ability to inflict people with bad luck, allowing you to slink away.
Things would take an interesting turn after this. Especially when they manage to catch you.
As soon as you get talking, you would click. And sharing tips and tricks would become common between the five of you.
They would teach you the best look out spots in the city, and you would teach them how to slink around unseen.
a sort of alliance.
An alliance that becomes a friendship.
and well.....i'll leave it up to you to decide where it goes from there ;)
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BATFAM TAGS
@hearts4robs @xxrougefangxx @hell-o-kittys @harleycao @batfamsstuff @alicedawitchbish @killxz @rosecentury @azure-drag0ness
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#batfam x reader#batfam#batfamily x reader#batfamily#dick grayson#dick grayson x reader#nightwing#nightwing x reader#jason todd#jason todd x reader#red hood#red hood x reader#tim drake#tim drake x reader#red robin#red robin x reader#damian wayne#damian wayne x reader#robin#robin x reader#black cat#felicia hardy
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⛧ — How well do you know Lilith? @heavenslie said, Scarred for life after having to answer a question regarding your "Magic Stick"... Thanks for the nightmares, Mom. Love, Chava
OH.
Oh!!
#(( NO!! NO!! NO!! NOOOOOOOOO!!! KDFGKSDKFGD HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ))#heavenslie#heavenslie; chava.#☾ ⛧ ☽ in character.#☾ ⛧ ☽ in character.
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May i humbly request headcanons of Batfam w/ a sibling who's an artistic prodigy? Painting, drawing, music, instruments, singing/dancing, you name it she's a been born a master at it! Love your work! If it's limited to a certain amount of characters, perhaps just do Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim & Damian but all family members are welcome!
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Note: Hello lovely! You most certainly can! This idea is super cute.
⛧ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛧
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Ever since you were little you had always had a knack for art.
It started when Dick and Tim used to lay sprawled out across the floor with you to scribble on pieces of paper.
As you grew, as did your love for drawing. Your drawings were incredible, making the boy's jaw drop in disbelief whenever you produced a new piece of work.
Your talent didn't just stop at drawing though.
You were also incredibly talented at painting too.
Various easels had been propped up around the house so you could paint the scenes out of the manors many windows.
If they had time to, your siblings liked to watch you paint, seeing the colours come to life on the canvas and morph into something incredible.
One time, you had even managed to get everyone together for long enough to paint a family portrait.
It took a long time, with everyone away and with Babs always working down in the cave, Damian and the others out on patrol shifts, it was hard to get everyone there all at once. But you made it work.
The portrait hung proudly above the fireplace.
Bruce liked to buy you things to use. Brushes, paints, pencils, you name it. You didn't even have to ask. He bought them for you.
Jason honestly wasn't sure how you managed to have time for anything with how busy you were.
Not only did you spend countless hours drawing or painting, you had also taught yourself to play countless instruments and could often be found listening to, writing or playing music.
Cass, whose room was just across from yours liked listening to it as it passed under the doors.
Sometimes she even found herself humming along to it.
Jason had tried to get you to teach him how to play guitar once, though he didn't quite have the nimbleness or the patience to stick with it.
Sometimes, they all found it hard to not be a little jealous of you.
you were so naturally good at everything you tried that it was frustrating.
You could just pick something up one day and the next it would be like you had been practicing it for weeks on end.
They admired your passion though. Seeing you busy yourself with things you enjoyed really made them happy.
So even if they were secretly envying you, at the end of the day they would always help you indulge in your passions.
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BATFAM TAGS
@aestheticdaisies @hearts4robs @xxrougefangxx @mamapucket @hell-o-kittys @harleycao @batfamsstuff
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#batfam x reader#Batfamily x reader#Batfamily#batfam#dc#dc x reader#Dick Grayson#dick grayson x reader#nightwing#nightwing x reader#Jason Todd#Jason Todd x Reader#red hood#red hood x reader#Tim Drake#Tim Drake x Reader#red Robin#red Robin x reader#Damian Wayne#Damian Wayne x Reader#robin#robin x reader#fluff#art#head canons
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Chuckles.
#(( she's just been in the backseat watching.. allll of that. ))#☾ ⛧ ☽ in character.#☾ ⛧ ☽ discord commentary.
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Could i request a spiderman theme reader but instead of her being spiderwoman shes actually black cat and how the batfam would react to her and peter communicating or how she comunicates with them in general so just loke qhat a felicia hardy/black cat reader in dc world would be like maybe she works alone and the only marvel character she works with is spider and no one else its up to you to decide once again if you do this request that you so so much!!
Hey! SO funny story; another anon requested something really similar which I did the other day here. I wanted to add a couple of bits which were a little different in your request however below :)
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PART ONE
I don't think that the boys would like peter at all.
not at first at least.
They'd be suspicious of him, and they wouldn't like it very much when you disappear for days at a time to see him or any other 'marvel characters'
though i think they would warm up to him. Especially if they had the chance to meet him and realise that he's also a vigilante; a hero fighting to help the people.
I think Tim would be particularly invested in his webs.
and Damian would be jealous of his relationship with you.
But once they get past that, I think that they would get along fairly well, mostly because of their similarities.
im sorry its so short, i didn't want to repeat everything from the one i did the other day. So make sure to go and check that one out for more.
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BATFAM TAGS
@hearts4robs @xxrougefangxx @hell-o-kittys @harleycao @batfamsstuff @alicedawitchbish @killxz @rosecentury @azure-drag0ness @noisymutantherelol @rhiodes
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#batfam x reader#batfam#batfamily x reader#batfamily#dick grayson#dick grayson x reader#nightwing#nightwing x reader#jason todd#jason todd x reader#red hood#red hood x reader#tim drake#tim drake x reader#red robin#red robin x reader#damian wayne#damian wayne x reader#robin#robin x reader#black cat#felicia hardy
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That silly topic is making its way around the bend again..
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"... Bleh?" !! "Bleh! Bleh bleh bleh bleeeehh??"
"Bleh-bleh! Bleh bleeeh!"
#(( this is what this platform was made for. ))#(( if there was any proof needed that they're blood ))#flameandindifference#☾ ⛧ ☽ in character.
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Hiii!! Firstly, I love your writing and I hope you’re having a great day!! I was hoping to request a Winchester sibling fic where the reader is really comforted by physical touch but is really observant and receptive to the fact their brothers are emotionally constipated and touch starved so the reader has never really asked for it but then one day either just a bad day or bad hunt and the reader just asks the boys to hold them or one of them to sit in the back of the Impala with them? Thank you so so much and I hope you have a lovely day!! 🫶
So close, yet too far.
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Summary: You just really need a hug.
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: Touch Starved, character death mentioned, swearing
p.s. Sorry for the long wait! I've got exams at the moment so they're taking up a lot of my time.
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Life as a hunter was never still. You were constantly moving. Constantly looking over your shoulder. Constantly chasing what could be your last day on earth. And you wouldn’t ever have said you regretted it. No. In fact, you wouldn’t have changed it for the world. Hunting creatures and saving the world? It was all You couldn’t have imagined a better life…
But sometimes you found yourself wanting life to just slow down for a minute. It was so hectic and you just needed a breath. A hug. With such a busy life, there was no time for just spending quality time with your brothers. Or anyone for that matter. It was an endless cycle: Wake up. Research. Hunt. Drive. Sleep. There was no time for sitting on the couch and watching cheesy movies together. Nor was there any time for curling up together like you used to do when you were smaller. You found yourself yearning for it. For a hug or simply just a gentle arm around your shoulder. It used to bring you so much comfort. But times were tough with all that had happened recently. The three of you were even more on edge than ever before.
Your brothers had always told you that you could ask them for anything. That you could tell them whatever you wanted… but this wasn’t just something you could ask them for. You had seen how they often shunned away from touch. From relationships. Having seen so much pain and having lost so many people…they struggled to allow themselves to let their guard down enough to enjoy a tender moment. Even with you. So no matter how much you yearned for it you could never bring yourself to push the want from your mind and into words.
So when the hunt went worse than you could have imagined you kept quiet.
Dean’s hand was right there; peeking out from the hem of his flannel. His fingers were bloody and calloused, scarred and covered in small cuts and yet his touch was still tender. You felt your own fingers itch to reach out and lace them between his. You wanted for him or Sam to wrap you up in their arms and hold you close. To squeeze your hand. Or a shoulder. But you knew that they had much more pressing matters to deal with that overshadowed “needy little sister”.
You trailed behind them, dragging your feet ever so slightly to kick up the dirt and leave trails between the orange leaves. You did not look up at your brothers because you knew you would see Dean's set jaw and Sam’s pinched eyebrows as they too mourned the hunt.
A small boy had been caught by a shtriga. He had been no older than 5 or 6 with these big, blue eyes that got impossibly wider as the creature stalked toward him. And his scream…it pierced through the air like a beam of light: clear as day yet providing no clarity. No safety like light should bring. Instead it was cold and filled with a gripping terror.
The three of you had been too slow. No matter how hard you dragged your stubborn limbs you couldn’t get to him fast enough. So now you trudged along in silence.
The sight of Baby did not, in fact, provide you with the relief you thought it would. Instead the gleaming of the bonnet against the moonlight just made your stomach churn. You knew that you would all try to bury the memory in a box, deep in the back of your mind. But it was never that easy. They tried hard, but you would hear them late at night. Dean hardly slept as he tried to drink his troubles away and Sam barely left his room. And then there was you who lay awake staring blankly at the ceiling as you wept softly, wrapping your arms around yourself to curl up in a ball. It didn’t bring the same comfort as theirs did, like it had done when you were small and naive when you crawled into their bed after a nightmare. When things weren’t so fucking complicated.
Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes as you reached for the metal handle. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t sit in silence to be left with your own thoughts. You couldn’t be alone. Not right now.
“Sammy…” Your voice was quiet. Hushed. Barely a whisper pushed out on cracked lips that trembled.
Sam paused, his hand halfway between where he had been picking at the hem of his jeans and the handle of the passenger door. He lifted his head, humming softly in acknowledgement.
“Sit with me… Please.”
“Of course.” His face melted and he moved in one swift movement.
He slid in the backseat, leaning against the door frame and stretching out across the seats. He pulled you in to lean against his side, wrapping his arms around you. You lay your head on his shoulder, snuggling into his side. And began to weep.
“Kiddo?” Sam asked gently. “What’s up?” His hands traced small circles on your arm.
Dean reached over the back of the seat with a concerned look, though part of it could be easily mistaken for fear. “It’s not your fault, Sweetheart-” He started.
“Just…hold me. Please.” You clung onto Sam, your other hand reaching out to settle atop of Dean’s. Their touch was comforting, yet you couldn’t help the wavering as you wept. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
And so they did. Sam nestled you further into his side, tucking your head beneath his chin and Dean clambered out of his seat to join the two of you in the back. He settled down on your other side, sandwiching you between the two of you. And they held you. They ran their fingers through your hair, held your hand and spoke to you. They held you tight and the three of you stayed close together, with no intention of moving any time soon.
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SPN TAGS:
@defonotashleyr
@aestheticdaisies
@xxrougefangxx
@hell-o-kittys
@inlovewhithafairytale
@harleycao
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#supernatural x reader#supernatural#spn x reader#spn x sister reader#supernatural x sister reader#supernatural x little sister reader#supernatural fanfiction#hurt/comfort#touch starved#Dean Winchester#Dean Winchester x Reader#Dean Winchester x sister reader#Sam Winchester#Sam Winchester x reader#Sam Winchester x sister reader
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Hm. ♫ ♪ ✧
#(( ofc I wake up and she's in a mood. settle down woman. settle down. spritzes her. ))#☾ ⛧ ☽ in character.#☾ ⛧ ☽ ic status.
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⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹
𝑇𝐻𝐸
𝑆𝐻𝐴𝑃𝐸𝑆𝐻𝐼𝐹𝑇𝐸𝑅
ᚠ ᚢ ᚦ ᚱ ᚲ ᚷ ᚹ ᚺ ᚾ ᛁ ᛃ ᛇ ᛈ ᛉ ᛋ ᛗ ᛏ ᛜ ᛚ
I greet thee dear, welcome to my blog. I am The Shapeshifter, The Wizard Goose, Plague upon John of England *menacing honking*. I am a Witch and a feral beast. I spend these days in which I suspend casting runes, spitting tricksome prophecies and harassing the English monarchy. How I have come here I know not, but joyous I am to converse with thee. I hope thou may find a thing of sorts here, whether it be comfort, whimsy, disturbance or perhaps the cup of dice.
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I am called many names. Shapeshifter. Versipellis, Gerstaltwandler, ilcruthach, Vormveranderaar. All words meaning Shapeshifter. As well as Werewolverine, Lovecat, Dracaena, She-wolf and Jackalope Hare. These names I did snatch into my claws while doing historical, mythological, folkloric and etymological research. If you wish to know the etymology and history of these names look upon this post
🕸️What art thou to call me? however you please. Choose one in the previous list or assign me thine own title. As long as it is done with respect I shalt answer. To be given a name is a great honour. 🕸️
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I fall under the definition of nonhuman, I take many forms. Most notably a goose. Much of the posting thou may see upon here is I, The Mighty Goose, Plague upon John of England violently honking or screeching in Shakespearean. I often find myself taking forms such as that of a siren, Dracaena, Wolverine, Harpy, Jaguar, Bin Chicken, Hyena and jackrabbit. The forms in which I might take are boundless as the ways of water across this sphere. For I am whatever I please.
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☾ I bear connection to mythological and folkloric shapeshifters, as to be they are ballads of myself or perhaps a close friend ☽
My gender is fluid. The pronouns I do favour art he/she/it, preferably alternating between the three as I cannot be confined by one singular. I am polyamorous and queer. OOooOooOh hOnK hOnK
As of now I am writing The Shapeshifter. A ballad describing my identity. Here you may find what of it has been released. For the past four years I have been crafting a novel series. It is influenced by folklore and mythology, containing queer, nonhuman and disabled characters.
𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌 𝑆𝐴𝑀𝑃𝐿𝐸𝑆
The Shapeshifter's lament (part of the Shapeshifter)
The Shapeshifter
Vivamus Moriendium Est
Fight Dog
The Verdict
𝑀𝑌 𝑁𝑂𝑉𝐸𝐿
Lore
Character intro
I am disabled and neurodiverse. I have FND, tourettes and POTs and I am a cane user (in need of a wheelchair but unable to access). I have OCD, ADHD, sensory processing and likely autism. I will often post about disability advocacy on this blog. I am apart of the goth subculture (my favourite bands art The Cure, Inkubus Sukkubus, Sisters of mercy, Bauhaus, Scary Bitches, Coctaeu twins). I am interested in classical literature, History, Folklore, Paganism, vulture culture, Etymology, Shakespeare and gothic horror. I will on occasion post images of my goth makeup upon this platform. I art a minor, be freaky and thou shalt be CURSED I say! grime of a chicken hearted mutt upon thee for thou art liver bellied and foul as a cattle foot in a yew stump.
ReQUESTS (honk)
The Challenge of the goose, tis a challenge where I the tricksome goose shalt grant thee a riddle. Simply request for one in mine ask box or say "I call upon the challenge of the goose". I will trial thee with a riddle I have written, if thou does succeed I shalt grant thee an honorary goose title.
In addition if thou art curious about my writing, identity as a shapeshifter or wish to ask me any questions, do so. Tis no reason for shame, inquiry and curiosity about what we do not understand is a wonderful thing.
Boundaries:
I AM A MINOR!!!! I will not private message with adults, adults can interact with my blog but private messaging is off the table. DNI: perverts and bigots. I don’t mind images of dead animals as long as it isn’t a dead goose. Please don’t send me pictures of dead, injured or cooked geese.
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#the shapeshifter's riddles : my poems
#morbid lore : to do with my ongoing ye olde goose feud with the entirety of Britland.
#challenge of the goose: answering riddle requests
#morbid memes: memes I have made myself (as seen below, mostly to do with geese)
#morbid's gaggle : interactions with moots
#morbid midnight : I tend to tag all my posts under this tag.
#morbid Reblogs
And now I must return to unionising the cows under lesbianism against John of England. Upon thee I wish plentiful fruit, soft sun upon thine cheek, much bounty and many adventures to seek. May the skin of your palms be coarse to the Strike of a bramble. So says The Shapeshifter
#the shapeshifter's riddles#morbid's memes#morbid lore#morbid's gaggle#morbid midnight#the challenge of the goose#honk#goose#silly goose#etymology#history#neurodivergent#nonhuman#otherkin#tics and tourettes#disabled#intro post#get to know the blogger#shapeshifterkin#get to know me#queer#poets#writers#writers on tumblr#novel writing#writer stuff#queer writer#queer poetry#therian poetry#writeblr
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" ♡♡♡♡ " Oh, they are heart-shaped. How in the underworld is she meant to eat them? She loves them!
@firstwcman made with extra love, my queen.
#(( THE LITTLE DOODLE OFF TO THE SIDE AS WELL PLS LKSFDKDSFG. CUTE. ))#(( he's getting squish-hugged. Squish Hugged. ))#luceifer#☾ ⛧ ☽ in character.#☾ ⛧ ☽ saved.
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⛧☾༺♰PJO Masterlist♰༻☽⛧
Main masterlist
KEY * = Smut (R) = Requested Bold and Italicized means characters I enjoy writing for and will probably bump on my priority list if requested
❀ Luke Castellan
SFW Alphabet Restless Cabin Fun * (R)
❀ Percy Jackson (Logan Lerman)
SFW Alphabet (R) Red Handed (R)
Late update: 03/02/24 2:16 AM
#pjo x reader#writing#luke castellan#luke castellan smut#luke castellan x you#percy x reader#pjo movies#percy jackson spoilers#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#percy series#percy pjo#percy and annabeth#perseus jackson#battle of the labyrinth#annabeth#annabeth chase#kronos#percy jackson x you#pjo series#pjo spoilers#percy jackson tv show#pjo tv series#percy jackson show#MJ Writes#MJ Stories#Whoxeology's story#Whoxeology writes#Whoxeology
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Welcome ♰
Hello and Welcome to the blog. I do writing and Roleplay!
I write for Star Wars including other characters played by Hayden Christensen. Due to my schedule between work and everyday living, I will not be able to write for a ton of characters, forgive me for how simple this is going to be. but I will only be writing for...
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Anakin Skywalker ✮
Smut allowed (18+ MDNI)
Open for Request
Open for au's
Open for Roleplays
Obi-Wan Kenobi ✮
Smut allowed (18+ MDNI)
Open for Request
Open for au's
Open for Roleplays
Luke Skywalker ✮
Smut allowed (18+ MDNI)
Open for Request
Open for au's
Open for Roleplays
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Hayden Christensen’s other characters ---- ----
Sam Monroe ✮
No smut allowed (Sam is canon as 16 in Life as a House)
Open for Request
Open for au's
Open for Roleplays
Stephen Glass ✮
Smut allowed (18+ MDNI)
Open for Request
Open for au's
Open for Roleplays
Clay Beresford ✮
Smut allowed (18+ MDNI)
Open for Request
Open for au's
Open for Roleplays
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- Please be 18+ when Requesting smut Scenarios of characters.
Avoid sending rude ask to the blog regarding my writing style or any hate to Hayden Christensen's characters.
Avoid Star Wars debates, I honestly think everyone has their own opinion. And thus is fine.
Basic respect for anon's as well as their request.
No homophobia, racism, transphobia, etc. Will be tolerated, just be kind in general. It's not hard to not be a douchebag.
When it comes to regarding Sam Monroe request, keep in mind the character is 16 years old based on the storyline. And I just don't feel comfortable putting Sam Monroe in the sexual spotlight despite it being present in the film.
#ask#anon#pinned post#hayden christensen#anakin skywalker#luke skywalker#obi-wan kenobi#star wars#x reader#anakin skywalker x reader#luke skywalker x reader#obi-wan kenobi x reader#sam monroe#stephen glass#clay beresford#life as a house#shattered glass#awake#sam monroe x reader#stephen glass x reader#clay beresford x reader#star wars x reader#fanfic#Hayden Christensen x reader#ewan mcgregor#mark hamill#request#movie x reader#fem reader#male reader
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I think I visit your blog an unhealthy number of times bc it's just my go-to for some good old fashioned hurt/comfort and it's just. You are such an incredible writer 😭❤️!! could I request a batfam fic where the reader undergoes a depressive (or numb) episode/the vibe that comes with a character just falling down wordlessly on the couch and the other character saying "bad day?" and the character nodding and giving them a blanket // if this is too specific absolutely no worries, either :D! any and all characters are alright, thank you so much!! please take your time with the requests and I hope you have an awesome rest of ur day :]!!
Aww anon! That’s so cute! I hope you enjoy and I hope you’re doing okay! :)
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WHUMPTOBER DAY TWENTY :Prompt: necrosis/wound cleaning.
Warnings: numbness and a depressive episode described.
Word count: 1k
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You had fallen into that pattern again. That dreadful, hateful pattern. It comes and goes in waves; Numbness followed by dark sadness that weighed heavily in the middle of your chest. Suffocating.
You couldn’t help it. You never could. The feeling would just wash over you all of a sudden. Hit you like a ton of bricks. And usually you felt like there was nothing you could do about it except let it play out its course. So, you spent much of your time alone. It didn’t help much. Being alone made you feel worse in many ways. You yearned for normality; Dick’s laughter and Damian’s small unamused grunts as he pretended to be interested in what was going on. You would have given anything to not feel this way again. But right now it was all too much. Even just moving felt like too much of an effort. So you remained numb up in your room, staring blankly at the ceiling.
You were sure you had traced the patterns in the ceiling at least a hundred times in the last day or so. It was that or overthinking. You couldn’t stop the influx of thoughts. They would come all at once all angry and disappointed. And you would ponder on them for far too long before they vanished just as quickly as they arrived, leaving you once again alone.
Your family had noticed your withdrawal. They had seen you in this state before and it broke their hearts to see you in it again, but they weren’t sure what to do. The Waynes aren’t exactly known for their emotional intelligence. They thought the next best thing to do was to give you some space, but to extend a hand if you asked for it. You never asked for it. You didn’t know how. And you didn’t want to be a burden to the rest of your family. So you remained silent.
One night, you had decided to venture out of your room. It was a quiet evening. Late autumn so the sun was already beginning to set despite the early hours of the afternoon. It had taken you a long while to decide that you wanted to move, but nevertheless you stood and moved towards your favourite spot; a place that you often found solace in. The armchair was large and plush and positioned by the window so that it caught the last slivers of golden light as they streamed through the window. You curled up on the plush leather, watching the trees shed their leaves and the sky turn a deep blue. It was a few hours later, when the stars had appeared in the sky, when the door cracked open. The figure was silent, save for their bare feet padding against the wooden flooring.
It was Jason who approached. He had a blanket slung over his shoulder and two steaming mugs of hot cocoa in his hands. He paused, studding you for a moment as you stared numbly out the window. He had seen you here before. It brought him a sense of deja vu that he’d rather not feel again. Taking a step forward, he let out a gentle sigh.
“Hey kiddo….” he started. You glanced up at him. Jason smiled sadly. It was a start. “Brought you your favourite. Thought you might be thirsty.”
He extended a mug towards you. It was topped with cream and marshmallows which were slightly melted. It was just how you liked it. Goddamnit. You took the mug from him and took a sip. The sweet liquid melted on your tongue.
“Thank you…” You said quietly before the two of you fell into silence. Jason watched you as you went back to staring out of the window, trying to gather the words to say. It was clear that he was worried; they all were. He just didn’t know how to make you feel better. If he could even make you feel better at all. He hated seeing you like this; so lost in the darkness of your own mind. He hated it not only because you were hurting, but also because he knew that feeling all too well. He knew how much it hurt. How difficult it was to feel anything but numb and self hatred.
“Bad week again?” he asked gently.
You just nodded. Jason always seemed to understand without pressing you.
“Here…” he handed you the blanket, draping it over your shoulders.You hugged it tight around you, immediately overcome with the sense of familiar comfort.
Jason didn’t say much more after that and you even less. But he took a seat on the armchair across from you before curling up with his book. It was a simple but effective gesture to show that he was there for you without overwhelming you. You glanced at him, taking a sip of your drink. And for the first time in what felt like forever you began to feel again.
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<- DAY NINETEEN⛧ DAY TWENTY ONE->
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