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[librababe99]

request: jason todd and reader are babysitting (damian, a random child, you choose) and someone confuses both of you as parents and jason is struck by how much he doesn’t hate being mistaken for the father of your child.

Hi anon! Honestly this is such a cute idea🥹 lucky for you I was able to whip up something....

Title: Unspoken Bonds summary: Jason, reader, and Damian, spend a day at the Gotham Aviary, indulging Damian's fascination with birds of prey. As they bond, a passing stranger comments on how cute their "family" looks, unknowingly sparking something deep within Jason.

The morning sunlight filtered through the windows of Wayne Manor, casting a golden glow over the grand living room. You were sitting on the couch, waiting for Jason to finish lacing up his boots while Damian stood near the door, arms crossed with his usual impatient glare.

“I still don’t understand why I need the two of you to accompany me,” Damian grumbled. “I’m perfectly capable of going alone.”

Jason chuckled as he straightened up, meeting Damian’s glare with a teasing smirk. “Oh, I’m sure you are, demon spawn. But if you want to keep Alfred from locking down the Batcave after the last time you snuck out, you’ll play along.”

Damian huffed, crossing his arms tighter. “That was your fault. If you hadn’t—”

“Okay, enough,” you interrupted, standing up and grabbing your bag. “Let’s just enjoy the day, alright? We’re taking you somewhere you’ve wanted to go, Damian. Be happy.”

The teen gave you a skeptical glance, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. You had planned a surprise for him, and despite his stubbornness, Damian’s love for adventure always won out in the end.

After a short drive into Gotham, the three of you arrived at the Gotham Aviary, a hidden gem in the city—a large sanctuary home to all kinds of birds of prey. Damian’s eyes lit up the moment he stepped out of the car. He’d been talking about visiting this place for months now, and even though he’d never admit it, he was thrilled.

“Impressed?” you asked with a grin.

Damian looked away, trying to mask his excitement. “It’s acceptable.”

You exchanged a knowing look with Jason, who just shook his head with a laugh. “He’ll be bouncing off the walls in no time,” Jason whispered to you, and you playfully nudged him as the three of you made your way inside.

The hours passed peacefully. Damian immersed himself in learning about the birds, engaging in long conversations with the caretakers and volunteers about falconry and raptor behaviors. Jason stayed by your side, his hand occasionally brushing against yours, a quiet smile always playing on his lips as he watched Damien be... well, Damian.

“I think he’s actually enjoying himself,” Jason mused quietly as Damien watched a golden eagle take flight.

“Of course, he is,” you replied, leaning into Jason a little. “He may act tough, but he’s still a kid.”

Jason hummed in agreement, his arm slipping around your waist as the two of you stood there in a comfortable silence, watching Damian.

As the three of you left the aviary later in the afternoon, the sun beginning to set, you passed a family with a young child in tow. The mother, smiling brightly, looked over at the three of you and said, “Oh, you have such a cute family! Reminds me of my own when we first came here.”

You blinked, slightly caught off guard, but before you could respond, Jason froze beside you. He didn't say anything, but you felt his grip on your hand tighten, the tension in his body suddenly palpable.

The woman continued on her way, none the wiser to the storm of emotions that her innocent comment had stirred.

Jason didn’t speak for a few moments, but you could tell something had shifted. His usually calm and teasing demeanor had faded into something more serious, his expression distant. Damian, thankfully, was already distracted with something else and hadn’t noticed.

“Jay?” you asked softly, stopping and turning to face him. “You okay?”

Jason’s gaze lingered on the sidewalk for a second longer before he looked up at you, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the right words. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. “Yeah, I’m fine, babe. It’s just... what that woman said.”

You tilted your head, gently encouraging him to continue.

“The whole... family thing,” Jason said, his voice unusually quiet. “It just... caught me off guard, I guess. I never really thought about it before. Having... a family.”

The weight of his words settled between you both, and you could see the vulnerability behind his eyes, something Jason rarely let anyone see. For all the bravado and snark he carried, there were parts of him—damaged, fragile parts—that still grappled with his past, his death, and his complex relationship with Bruce.

You reached out and cupped his cheek, thumb gently tracing his skin. “What are you feeling, Jay?” you asked softly, knowing better than to push him too hard.

He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning into your touch as if grounding himself. When he opened them again, his expression was calmer, but his emotions were still raw. “It’s not that I’m scared of it. I’m not freaked out about the idea of having a family with you.” He paused, searching for the right words. “It’s... more like, I didn’t know how much I wanted that. Until now.”

Your breath caught slightly at his admission. Jason wasn’t someone who easily allowed himself to be vulnerable. His life had been filled with pain and loss, and the idea of stability—of a family—was something that had always seemed out of reach for him. But now, in this quiet moment, he was letting himself feel it. The possibility. The hope.

You smiled gently, brushing a lock of hair away from his face. “You’d be a great dad, you know that, right?”

Jason let out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh. “Yeah? You think so?”

“I know so.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, his lips brushing your forehead as he held you close. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath his jacket, his breath warm against your skin.

Damian, noticing you two lagging behind, turned around and raised an eyebrow. “Are you two seriously having a moment right now?”

Jason chuckled, releasing you but keeping his arm draped over your shoulders. “Relax, demon spawn. Just figuring out if you’d make a good big brother one day.”

Damian’s eyes widened, and he scowled. “Tt, not even funny.”

You laughed, ruffling Damian’s hair as you caught up with him. “You’d be a great big brother, too, Damian. Imagine all the little bird lessons you could teach.”

Damian rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it, a tiny smirk playing at his lips as the three of you made your way back to the car.

As you drove home, the quiet of the evening settled over you all. Jason’s hand found yours again, giving it a gentle squeeze. You glanced over at him and saw a new warmth in his gaze—one that promised something deeper, more enduring. A future neither of you had quite imagined before.

And for the first time, Jason allowed himself to feel something other than fear when he thought about that future. Instead, he felt hope.

[left-handed-spaghetti]

OHHHHMYYYY GIDDLY GOODNESS ITS JOON!!!!!!

HOW ARE YOUU DOINNNG???

OH MY GYASH ITS SIMON!!!!!!$!!! Hi hi!

I’m doing okaaay, feeling very sick because I am :P But otherwise I’m 👍👍 finishing some art projects, How are you?! :D

[drumbbot-brian]

any non world ending prophecies lately?

Someone will be blessed with the octokitten distribution system soon!

(Beware however, they’re extremely clingy creatures and they will shoot ink at whoever if their demands aren’t met. I know that all too well…)

[in-beats-and-drums]

Who is who

I only recognize siffrin (due to the hat) and I think isabeau (the robopon) but since I haven't played ISAT I don't know who the rest are

Well, you got Siffrin and Isabeau right, but Mirabelle is the Uberhero, Odile is the Mahopon, and Bonnie is the small prawn Patapon.

[lesharl-eclair]

For the driver opinion bingo: lance ✨

excuse the terrible handwriting used a finger on my phone :/

anyway lance is in the in-between for me. i'm fond of him and many of the people on my dash are (more than fond) too but i don't think there's so much of an emotional attachment as, say, nando or jenson or the people i watched growing up. but he really gets too much hate sometimes and is kinda sad. not a big fan of lance haters and no reason to hate him either

Also strollonso and lancesteban (aaaauuuuuuauauau) and the way he leans into people and slouches.. i cant

[alwaysyouuuuuu]

Ooo!! ♾️♾️♾️

Hello!!! So here we have one of my favourites from my country playlist <33

[rollr-sal]

Hey Sal, I know it isn't the New Year yet but I want to send this now before I forget to do so

Happy New Year, glad that you did decide to work with me, hoping for a better year tomorrow

— @reefs-slider

Oh golly-

Happy New Year, Boss!

To be honest, working with you has been the saving grace of my year! Ive met new friends, learned a lot of cool things, and got to abandon Grizzco and begin healing from... all that-

So thank you! Really! Hoping next year will be full of oppertunity and community!

And no Im not crying- Blu is chopping onions in the next room-

[that-tall-queer-bassist]

That fic was SO PAINFUL AND SO GOOD thank you so much for writing ittttt 😭🙏

The dark curl of feeling in skizz’s chest and KNOWING he’s not the “favorite” but yearning to be missed and cared for and the comfort he brought even if his insides were tied in knots AHHH

And then the distance when the next session starts because they lost their “glue” and him falling and closing his eyes IM A SHELL OF A MAN HGGH SO GOOOOOD

OMG THANK YOU!!! it was very very fun (and a liiiitle stressful given my time limit XD)

yeah!!! i was working off the prompt jealousy and also a little of sickness, (for the overall theme of "green") and while it strayed pretty far... yeah. YEAH. Because how often has someone on Skizz's team died before him? how many times has he been able to see the grief from down on the ground, as someone who is still alive? I can't recall a time personally when skizz had time to grieve if he did lose someone, and grian- oh grian is SO BAD at the grieving, if i was doing it more accurate or rewriting it, i'd compare it to The Bad Boys, and how grian was fighting so hard not to let it show how much he missed them, compare it to all the other times he lost people and show that this time, this time, he had someone to hold him. and he forgot he might need comfort too.

I couldn't interpret them standing across from each other on the platform as anything else, because that was mumbo's seat!! that was his spot!! you didn't have to sit there!! (and meta, yes it makes it easier for framing in the video but we don't gotta talk about that-) but i'm so so glad the ending hit hard, i wrote the end pretty early on in the process, i think i was only 100 words in when i did? i'm pretty proud of it!! yay :)

I"M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT IM SMILING VERY BIG

(the fic in question, for reference)

[for--all--of--eternity]

How's therapy been for you? (I don't want to offer any flesh so here's a bottle of wine instead)

THANK YOU FOR YOUR GENEROUS OFFERING! IT WILL HELP ME GET THROUGH THE NEXT SESSION OF GROUP TALK THERAPY.

WHICH IS A NEAT LITTLE SEGUE INTO MY ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION, THAT BEING:

IT'S BEEN AWFUL!

ALL THEY DO IS MAKE YOU SAY THE SAME DAMN THINGS TO THE SAME DAMN PEOPLE IN THE SAME DAMN GROUP OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN! SOMETIMES I'M PRETTY SURE IT'S ALL JUST A SCHEME BY THAT FRILLY LOSER TO GET US ALL TO DIE OF BOREDOM! AND BESIDES, ALL THAT 'HEALING' AND 'TRAUMA RECOVERY' IS WASTED ON ME ANYWAY, BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO WORK THROUGH! I'M FINE!

...NOW, IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME, I'M GONNA GO DRINK THIS ENTIRE BOTTLE OF 'OFFERING' DRY. (HEY, WANNA SEE HOW FAST I CAN CHUG IT!?!)

[carolinawrenn]

13, 16, and 31 pls for the movie ask game!

Thank you for the ask, friend!

13 - do you have a favorite film in another language? The City of Lost Children/La Cité des Enfants Perdus. So weird. So beautiful. So French. 16 - favorite book to film adaptation?

The 2019 adaptation of The Personal History of David Copperfield with Dev Patel. It's joyful and gorgeous and dips into the wonderfully surreal at times. 31 - do you remember the first movie you saw in theaters?

I do! My dad took me to a showing of Mary Poppins. I must have been 4 or 5.

[jrwi-tournaments]

fav reason for a submission so far??

My bad for the late answer, but I didn't want to sway the submissions while they were still open.

I could not choose a single favorite if you held me at gunpoint so here's a compilation:

also special shoutout to the people who submitted scientific essays for vincent sol and alastyr cross! and the person who put br'aads pronouns as h'e/h'im!

[librababe99]

Can I please request Jason Todd being jealous of reader and Dick who are close (in age and as friends)? Their ease and dynamic with each other brings out all of Jason’s insecurities as he has a crush on reader.

Anon, I absolutely LOVE this request and finally was able to finish something I think you might just like! 🥰

Title: In the Shadows of a Grayson

Tags: Jason Todd x Gn!Reader, friends to lovers, angst with happy ending wc: 1.4K

Jason Todd wasn’t the brooding type, at least not anymore. Well, maybe he was—but he didn’t like admitting it. He had come a long way since his days as the vengeful Red Hood, as the outcast Robin. But certain feelings were harder to shake than others, especially when it came to you.

You and Dick had been friends for as long as Jason could remember. You were close in age, shared interests, and had that easy, effortless rapport that made everyone in the Batfamily smile. To Jason, it was like watching the sun and moon, two celestial bodies that were just meant to be in sync. He hated it, if he was being honest with himself. Every time you laughed at one of Dick’s jokes, every time you gave him that affectionate look, Jason’s chest tightened.

Not because he disliked Dick. No, Jason respected his older brother more than he’d ever admit. He’d take a bullet for him without hesitation, but seeing the two of you together—seeing you with Dick—it hurt. It was like a reminder of everything Jason wasn’t. Dick was charming, confident, and always knew the right thing to say. Jason was the opposite: rough around the edges, quiet, with his words always coming out too harsh or too clumsy. He never knew how to talk to you the way Dick could.

And the worst part? You were perfect for Dick. At least that’s how it seemed in Jason’s eyes. The way you two talked about old movies, the way you could spend hours discussing literature or some obscure bit of history that left everyone else in the room confused—Jason could never keep up with any of that. It wasn’t his world, not really.

So, he stood on the sidelines, watching, brooding, nursing a crush that had taken root so deeply it hurt.

"Jason?" Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He had been leaning against the balcony of the Wayne Manor, the Gotham skyline stretching out in front of him. The cold air did little to ease the heat rising in his chest when he turned and saw you walking up to him, your face lit up in that way that made his heart race.

He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, trying to act casual. “Hey,” he muttered, not quite meeting your eyes. “What are you doing out here?”

You shrugged, stepping closer to lean on the railing beside him. “Needed some fresh air. Dick’s telling another one of his ‘first day as Robin’ stories, and I think I’ve heard it about a hundred times by now.”

Jason huffed out a laugh, though it was more bitter than he intended. “Yeah, he loves those, doesn’t he?”

“Are you okay?” you asked, a little too gently for Jason’s liking. You had that look on your face, the one that said you knew something was bothering him. You were good at that—at reading people, at reading him.

“I’m fine,” he lied, turning his gaze back to the skyline. “Just… thinking.”

You were quiet for a moment, and Jason felt your eyes on him. It was unnerving in the best and worst ways. He didn’t deserve your attention like this, not when his insides were twisted up with jealousy. You deserved someone like Dick—someone better.

“Jason…” You hesitated, as if searching for the right words. “You’ve been distant lately. I feel like… I don’t know. Like we haven’t talked in weeks.”

Jason clenched his jaw. Of course you noticed. You always did. He hadn’t been able to look you in the eye for days now, especially not when you were around Dick. It was too much, and he was too afraid that his emotions would slip out if he let his guard down even for a second.

“I’ve been busy,” he said, hoping that would be enough.

But you didn’t back down. You never did when it came to him.

“I miss talking to you, Jay,” you said softly, your voice carrying a sincerity that made his chest ache. “It feels like you’re avoiding me.”

Jason’s hands balled into fists inside his pockets. You weren’t supposed to miss him. You weren’t supposed to care this much. You were supposed to be with Dick, where you belonged, not out here worrying about him.

“I’m not avoiding you,” he grumbled, though he knew it was a lie. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

“About what?”

His pulse quickened. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t tell you. The words were stuck in his throat, a bitter tangle of frustration, self-doubt, and longing. He couldn’t compete with Dick. He wasn’t what you needed.

“Look,” Jason sighed, straightening up and turning to face you, his eyes finally locking onto yours. “Why aren’t you with Dick right now? He’s your best friend, right? You’ve known him forever. Why aren’t you inside with him?”

You frowned, confusion crossing your face. “Jason, what are you talking about?”

“You and Dick,” Jason forced out, the words bitter on his tongue. “You’ve always had each other’s backs. You’ve got the same interests, the same everything. You’re perfect for each other. So why the hell are you out here with me?”

Your eyes widened, realization dawning on your face, and Jason hated how vulnerable he felt in that moment, how exposed his insecurities were laid out in front of you.

“Jason… no.” You shook your head, taking a step closer to him. “I’m not—Dick and I, we’re just friends. We’ve always been friends. That’s it.”

Jason blinked, his mind racing to keep up with what you were saying. “But you’re always with him. You two are so close…”

“Because we’re friends,” you repeated, your tone gentle but firm. “That’s all. I’ve never had feelings for Dick. Not like that.”

Jason stared at you, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to believe you, but the nagging doubts in his mind wouldn’t let go. “Then why… why me?”

A small, soft smile tugged at your lips, and you reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “Because you’re the one I care about, Jason. I like you. Not Dick. Not anyone else. You.”

Jason’s breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak. You liked him? After all this time, all the late nights he spent torturing himself over you and Dick, you had liked him?

“I’ve been waiting for you to see it,” you continued, your voice quiet but sincere. “But you always keep your distance, like you don’t think you deserve it. But Jason… you do.”

Jason swallowed hard, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to handle the sudden flood of relief and disbelief and hope that surged through him. You cared about him. You liked him.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked, his voice rough, as if the words were dragged out of him.

You smiled softly, shrugging. “I didn’t want to push you. I thought you’d tell me when you were ready. And… I was kind of hoping you’d notice on your own.”

Jason let out a shaky breath, his mind still trying to catch up to everything that had just happened. He had spent so long convinced that you belonged to someone else, that he had blinded himself to the truth right in front of him.

Tentatively, Jason reached up and cupped your face, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek. “I’m an idiot,” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion.

You laughed softly, leaning into his touch. “Maybe a little,” you teased, your eyes shining with affection. “But I like you anyway.”

Jason couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips, the weight in his chest finally lifting. He had spent so long hiding his feelings, afraid of rejection, afraid of not being enough. But standing here with you, looking into your eyes, he felt something he hadn’t in a long time: hope.

Without another word, Jason leaned down and kissed you, the lingering doubts and insecurities melting away in the warmth of your touch. You kissed him back with a quiet intensity that made his heart race, and for the first time in a long time, Jason let himself believe that maybe—just maybe—he could be enough.

When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, your breath warm against his skin. “See?” you whispered. “You’re the one I want, Jason. No one else.”

Jason closed his eyes, holding you close, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he allowed himself to breathe.

Maybe he wasn’t perfect, and maybe he wasn’t always the easiest person to love, but as long as you were by his side, he knew he’d be okay.

And that was enough.

[moku-and-his-madness]

a regular ol’ shell- BAM ITS RED!!!! finger for scale

:D !!!! (shell for you 🔥) (the beach was trashy so the cleaning people swept up most of the garbage and shells unfortunately but these tiny ones persevere!)

omigawd!!!!!! thanks you so much!!!! I love it! *ties it on necklace for safekeeping* I AM READY FOR ANYTHING NOW!!!!!

[pkmn-trainer-duo]

Er, dear Arceus I hope you don’t actually have it.

…is this just a troll? what even is a spamton porygon? i’m sure hyacinth has an answer but she’s asleep. ugh. -January

[lakecountylibrary]

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