#BUT PLATONIC

[alastors-broadcast]

Wrong blog. What is this? The fourth time today? Why do I have so many blogs?

Pov the cannibal overlords are judging your outfit (or discussing how they're going to cook you tonight, your choice 👀)

Based on very cool outfits for them I saw on twitter! Here's Alastor and here's Rosie

[firewasabeast]

Can you please do a hurt/comfort Eddie + Tommy friendship with Bucktommy - Tommy gets hurt in some way (mentally/physically/sick/etc) and Eddie helps him until Buck can get there

you gave me a reason to finish the fic I started earlier today! thank you!

His teeth were chattering. Had been since he woke up after hitting the ground.

He didn't hurt anywhere, which was never a good sign.

He laid there, surrounded by trees. Cold, wet leaves underneath his body. He could hear crickets and frogs all around him. Could smell smoke somewhere nearby.

There were distinct sounds of metal creaking mixed in with nature.

Slowly, he moved his head to the right, then to the left.

Fire.

It was about fifty yards away. Thankfully, due to the recent rain, the fire was contained to the helicopter that had so gracefully fallen out of the sky.

He wasn't sure how he ended up so far from it. Had no memory of being ejected or jumping or whatever happened that made it so he wasn't inside those flames.

He lifted his hands to his face, could barely see them as the sun set below the trees. He was sure there was blood. Dirt, mud, leaves, and blood.

They shook so fiercely he wasn't sure how he had any control over them at all.

His breathing was labored, heart beating rapidly. No matter what he tried, he couldn't seem to calm himself down.

Suddenly, in the distance, he heard something.

People talking.

Not just people, familiar people.

Family.

“H- Here,” he barely managed to get out, figuring they'd be running toward the fire instead of him. He cleared his throat, tried again. “Here! I'm here!”

The talking stopped, then there was running.

He could feel the pounding of the footsteps as they approached.

“Hey, we gotcha, Buddy!”

“Howie?”

“Yeah, it's me. Saving your ass, once again.”

Hands were on him now. Lights shining in his eyes, causing him to squint. He could hear others talking. Hen, Eddie, Bobby. Couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

Chimney had him focus on him. “Can you tell me your name?” he asked.

“T- Tommy,” he answered. God, he wished he could stop shaking. He couldn't barely get out a word.

“Year?”

“2024.”

“Best paramedic you know?”

“Hen,” Tommy replied, choking out a laugh.

“Hey now!” Chimney exclaimed, mocking offense.

“I knew I liked you,” Hen said with a smile. She patted him on the shoulder before getting back to work.

Chimney chomped on his gum a couple times before asking his next question. “Can you wiggle your toes for me, Tommy?”

Tommy shook his head. He lifted his arm, tried to pull Chimney closer to him so he could whisper. “I c- can't feel anything,” he paused, sucked in a shaky breath, “b- below my waist.” He knew what this meant, and he also knew he was in shock. The adrenaline pumping through him was the only thing keeping him remotely alert.

Chimney nodded, sharing a glance with Hen. “Cervical collar for our dashing pilot here, please, Hen.”

“Already on it.”

“Ho- Howie?”

“Yeah, Buddy?”

“Ev- Evan?”

“Buck went home early today,” Eddie answered, moving into Chimney's place so he could do whatever work needed to be done. “Chief is cracking down on overtime, so he had to be sent home.”

“We've... We've been sa- saving f- for the wedding,” he explained, although he wasn't sure why. Everyone there already knew that.

Eddie took Tommy's hand and wrapped it up in his own. “You were probably already up in the air when Buck sent you the text complaining about being sent home.”

“He'd say... He'd say th- the chief didn't want us t- to have the good hors d'oeuvres.”

Eddie nodded, tried putting on a smile. “He did mention that on his way out.”

Tommy squeezed Eddie's hand. “We m- might have to re... reschedule.” His lip trembled at the thought, tears welling in his eyes. Evan was so excited for the wedding. Had been working diligently and meticulously on every detail since they got engaged in October. He wanted a winter wedding, and didn't want to wait another whole year, so February it would be. With it being December now, Tommy didn't see any way he'd be able to fully recover by then.

If he did at all.

“Let's not worry about that right now, alright, Man? I don't think Buck will care when the wedding is, as long as there is one. Let's focus on that, okay?”

Tommy nodded. Blinked a few times to rid himself of the tears.

A few fell anyway.

“Ed- Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Do I... Do I still have my legs?”

“You certainly do, Kinard,” Bobby interrupted. Tommy wasn't sure how long the captain had been on his other side. Bobby gave his shoulder a light squeeze. “You've got all your limbs right where they should be. You ready to move now, Kid?”

Tommy could've laughed at the nickname. He'd been called that by Bobby a couple of times, many years ago. It'd been a long while since then.

He nodded. “Ready.”

Eddie didn't let go of his hand as they lifted him and began carrying him to the ambulance. Tommy was a bit surprised. He didn't remember ever being moved onto the spine board. Hadn't felt a thing.

A part of him had wondered if they'd even been working on him during that time. That maybe Eddie was the chosen distraction until he drifted off and his breathing stopped.

He was glad to know he was wrong.

*****

Bobby drove them to the hospital, with Eddie staying in the back beside him. It was a bit cramped with him, Eddie, Chimney, and Hen all back there together, but the fact he was surrounded by these people made him feel a bit more comforted.

Tommy looked over to where his and Eddie's hands were still tightly gripped together. He wasn't sure if Eddie was refusing to let him go, or if he was refusing to let Eddie go. Didn't really matter either way. He needed something to keep him tethered to reality.

He shook his wrist back and forth a few times to get Eddie's attention. “Can you... Can you call Evan? Please?”

“Of course,” Eddie replied, grabbing his phone out of his pocket with his free hand.

“You've got some cuts on your arms, Tommy,” Hen explained as Eddie pressed Buck's name. “We're gonna work on those on the way to the hospital, so you might feel some stings, okay?”

“Yeah. That's okay.”

Eddie put the phone on speaker and Buck answered on the third ring. “What's wrong?”

“Buck-”

“Who is it, Eddie? I just left work an hour ago. Is it Bobby? Hen? Chim?”

Tommy took a deep breath. “B- Baby.”

Silence.

Then.

“Tommy? Is that you?”

“Had a... a little accident.”

“What hospital?”

“The usual,” Eddie replied.

“I'm heading there now.”

“Evan? Evan!” Tommy exclaimed, wanting to get his attention before he got in the car and started to drive.

“I'm here, Tommy,” he answered. “I'm gonna meet you at the hospital.”

“I don't wanna... wanna scare you,” Tommy said, and he could feel the tears burning his eyes again. “I can't. I can't feel my legs.”

“He's stabilized,” Chimney added quickly, before Buck could ask. “Likely a lower spinal cord injury.”

Another pause, followed by a quiet. “Okay. Okay.”

“He's doing well, Buck,” Eddie reassured him. “We're all right here with him. He won't shut up about you, like always.”

Tommy smiled. He hoped Evan did as well.

“Feeling's mutual,” Buck replied. His voice was softer now. Tommy knew the words were meant to keep him focused and thinking positively.

It worked.

“Need you t- to be safe.”

“I will, Baby. I'll drive safe and I'll be at the hospital as soon as I can, okay?”

“Okay. L- Love you.”

“I love you, too. So damn much, T- Tommy.”

Tommy wasn't sure who hung up first, but he could tell by the way Evan's voice wavered at the end that he was probably close to falling apart.

“Thank you,” Tommy said as Eddie put his phone back into his pocket.

“Whatever you need, Bud, I'm here.”

“Just... Just keep ho- holding my hand.”

Eddie nodded, squeezed a little tighter. “I can do that.”

[monotonesmile]

Hey I have an idea that you could make a story that y/n is the bio daughter of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul. But Bruce doesn't know about her. Y/n is older than Damian. Talia only shows Bruce Damian and he not knowing that his father knows nothing about his older sister asks when he can see her. Bruce asks about Y/n Talia and she doesn't say anything. Until y/n goes to look for her brother because she didn't know that he was with Bruce.

Never to leave your side

[Damian Wayne & Sister!Reader]

[Word Count: 1916]

[Warnings: N/A]

[Fic Genre: Hurt/Comfort? Platonic]

[Notes: this took me a little while, but I got it done! I hope you enjoy it! I’m not super proud of it, but I think it’s good!]

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The day Damian was born, he was introduced to his older sister, and in the moment that she saw him, she felt a immediate connection and a sense to protect him, the need to keep him safe from the hell she went through in the League of Assassins, she adored him, making sure he was taken care of well, patching any injuries as he’d pout and tell her that he’s fine, even though he’d be holding back tiny tears from the stinging pain on his scraped knees, he never stopped her though, he appreciated being treated like a normal kid, acting like a normal kid around her, being allowed to feel empathy and express it without punishment, she was his only shred of normalcy in this life, and he feared to lose that.

Even after he grew into a snarky little ten year old, he always made his way back to his sister, he found comfort in her, she was the only person who actually saw him as himself, not a legacy.

But suddenly, his mother had pulled him aside, taking him away without informing his sister. He had no idea she didn’t know their mother was bringing him to Gotham, to leave him there with their father, Bruce Wayne. Damian thought she was told, so she wouldn’t worry, but she never was, and she couldn’t find him.

To her, Damian had disappeared with their mother, and she had grown concerned, hoping in her mind that it was only a training mission or an actual mission, that they’d return soon, but as the hours ticked by, there was no word, so with the worry raging through her, she went to find her grand, the Demon Head himself, Ra’s Al Ghul.

“Grandfather!” She made her way into the room where he was, pushing past the other assassins as he turned to look at her with the same stoic expression that never seemed to leave his face no matter what happened around him.

“What is it, child?” He looked down at her, arms crossed behind his back, a questioning glimmer in his eyes as his head tilted slightly to the side, he was wondering why she would barge in and interrupt what he was doing originally.

“Where is Damian.” It was no question, it was a demand. If anyone knew where her mother took her brother, it’d be Ra’s Al Ghul, he knows just about everything that happens in the League of Assassins.

“With his mother, on a new journey to discover more of himself.” The answer she received was vague, irritating, it didn’t help her at all, it only told her what she already knew, her mother took her brother away without even a note to tell her where.

“Of course you won’t give me an actual answer…” She grumbles to herself, turning around and leaving the room in a huff, pissed off at getting no answers to her brother's whereabouts, guess she’ll just have to take things into her own hands.

As she walks through the base, she starts thinking back on her mother’s conversations she listened in on quite often, it won’t take her long to find them, she was trained well after all, and that was their own mistake. Recalling her mother speaking of some American city called Gotham, she decides to look into it with what information they have on hand, it’s a start, and likely where they went.

“Why would you take Damian to some random city, mother…” She mutters to herself as she flips through the pages of information on the city of seamlessly never ending crime, why would she take him here? It’s not exactly a place you’d discover any part of yourself in, nor is it exactly safe for a ten year old child, even if said child is a trained assassin.

Inevitability, she finds the one loose thread in her mothers plan, the air chart leading to Gotham, they flew to the city, and she doubts it’s a layoff, it’s their destination, so she steals one of the aircraft’s from the League, not that anyone would dare get in her path as she’s determined to get her little brother back. None of this would be happening if her mother had just told her where she was taking her brother, or even had the thought to bring her along! Either way, she’s going to Gotham and confronting her mother.

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But in Gotham, Talia is already delivering Damian to Bruce, introducing the boy as Bruce’s biological son, as Damian looked around at their surroundings, scrutinizing the entire cave, he couldn’t help but question where his older sister was, he was surprised that she wasn’t brought with them given that they don’t particularly like being countries apart.

“Where’s Y/N?” Damian huffs as he crosses his arms, looking around for any possible sign of his older sister, yet he still couldn’t find her, and he assumed that his mother already informed his father of the fact he had a sister. “Is she nearby?”

“Who’s…Y/N?” Bruce raised an eyebrow, looking over at Talia for answers only to see her sigh in annoyance as she shook her head, receiving no answer, he turned his head back to the boy in front of her.

“My older sister.” Damian tilts his head, so his father was unaware of his sister then, but why would his mother not tell him? “Were you not aware?”

“No…I wasn’t.” Bruce looks over at Talia again with a questioning gaze, silently asking if they did have a second child that she wasn’t telling him about, why in the world didn’t she at least bring them along so he can meet them, and why in the world hadn’t she told Damian that she wasn’t here?

Talia shrugs as she glances at her son with a slight twitch in her brow, a hint of annoyance in her expression that most would miss. “He likely just viewed one the other assassins as an older sister of sorts, that’s all.”

Bruce could tell from the twitch in her brow that something wasn’t right, she was clearly annoyed with Damian bringing up whoever this older sister is, she’s bluffing. She’s trying to hide it from him, but he’s still a detective, and he was about to confront her about it but was interrupted by Damian.

“That’s a lie and you know it!” Damian huffs, grumbling as he scowls at his mother with clear frustration and annoyance on his face. “My beloved sister is biological! Not some random person from the league.” He grumbles, his hands gripping onto his shirt sleeves as he pouts slightly.

“Besides, she’s probably worried about me! Why would you even lie about her existence?” Damian looked up at his mother with a scowling pout on his face, even if he’s an assassin, he’s still a ten year old and he hates the disrespect towards his older sister.

Bruce scowls as his suspicions are confirmed by the young boy, waiting for Talia's response as she only sighs with annoyance when Damian calls her out for her lying, pinching her nose bridge before she glared down at her son with frustration. “Damian…” Talia mutters with an irritated tone.

“I demand to see my sister, mother!” Damian glares back at his mother, clearly caring more about his sister’s whereabouts than his mother’s reputation, he dislikes the fact that his sister wasn’t at least made aware of his current location. “She’s probably already searching for me and it seems you’re negligent of that fact.” He grunts, looking proud that his sister would go out of her way just to look for him.

Now that angered Bruce, not only did he have a secret son that he only learned about today, he wasn’t going to be told about having a daughter at all! Talia wasn’t going to tell him anything, the only reason he knows now is because Damian was upset that she wasn’t here and was likely unaware of his location.

“Talia-!” Bruce was about to confront her but the loud alarm signaling that there was an intruder in the cave rang throughout, making them all look around in confusion, Bruce and Damian tensing for a fight as a thud came from behind them.

There stood Y/N, angry and frustrated as she stood with her clothes soaked from the raining weather of the city outside, staring down her mother with a glare as her breathing was heavy, she was annoyed at her for taking her little brother away without telling her where, but that all melted away as Damian rushed towards her with a big grin.

“Y/N!” Damian grins when he pounced on her with a hug, smiling as he felt her crouch, her arms wrapping around him in a tight hug as she held him close.

“I was so worried about you, Damian…” She mutters softly, patting his head while she squeezes him gently, pulling back to hold his face, looking him over for any injuries and sighing as she finds none.

Honestly, now Bruce was both surprised and baffled, one, his daughter was here and his son was hugging her despite just a moment ago he looked annoyed at anything that breathed, and two, she not only found the Batcave, but also broke into it successfully without setting off any weapons, only the alarm.

Bruce looked back over at Talia with a frustrated expression, he could tell that the two kids were close and didn’t like being away from each other. “Why did you try to separate them? They obviously don't want to be separated!”

It was clear Talia was upset by the question and accusations, she was going to argue back against them, but was interrupted when Damian huffs and turns back to her with an angry look. “My sister is staying with me, I am not allowing you to take her away, I will not abandon her, and that’s final!” Damian grumbled, glaring at his mother once again.

“Damian-“ Talia started but was once again interrupted by one of them.

“She’s staying, Talia.” Bruce interrupted her this time, agreeing with Damian, he can tell that they don’t want to be separated again, they obviously hate when it happens.

“I see…” Talia mutters, she can clearly see that she can’t win this fight, Damian got his stubbornness from Bruce after all, and very begrudgingly agrees to the terms. “Fine, your sister may stay with you.” She knew that even if she said no, both her children would fight her on it, and Y/N would probably just keep running off to try and find him, no point in arguing.

“Then…take care.” Talia nods to them before taking her leave, disappearing through the shadows of the cave around them, leaving Bruce with one more kid than he was expecting.

Bruce turns to his two, new, kids, two biological children he wasn’t aware of until today, and he has so many questions, so many concerns, what were they taught? Will they adjust properly to Gotham? He doesn’t know, but he knows he has to take care of them, and he will, like he’s done so many times in the past, he won’t give up on them, he’ll help them wherever they need him. For now, he’ll keep those questions to himself, to allow the two to reunite after their separation, watching them hug each other close, it makes him smile behind the mask he always wears. He’ll be there for them.

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[Requests are open!]

[lichanicksstuff]

You don't understand how Dream and Hob's friendship in the comic is important to me. They're both men in the 90s. They can't tell each other "omg bestie, ily sm" because it's not how it works for them. Dream is the KING and Hob is a man literally from the Middle Ages, their worldviews don't work like that. When Hob dared to call Dream his friend, Dream was offended. He just couldn't accept how HE can have basic needs like a nice drink once in a while. But after some (a lot) time he realised he also enjoys Hob's company and then met him in 1989 and allowed himself, the ruler of dreams and nightmares, to have a friend. (from now on, comic spoilers) And when he has to go to hell, when there's a chance he won't come back, he meets some people and then he goes to Hob, so he won't be worried he missed their appointment. So he won't be worried about him. Also when he knows he will die soon, he meets with Hob. He meets with him for their last drink. Hob doesn't even know what's going on, he's just suprised and relieved to see his oldest friend. A friend whose name he doesn't even know. A friend who is the only certain thing in his life. They talk like they always do. Because they do know each other for ages. And when Hob says he wants a guy who killed his gf to feel guilty for it, Dream makes the guy feel guilty. He can manipulate peoples thoughts, make them think what he wants them to think, and uses this power for Hob, even if his friend won't know about it. Dream is not a type of person who does things for free. But he did it for his friend. And when Dream walks out, Hob runs after him, telling him he can sense something is wrong and that he is worried about him. And then Dream smiles. He smiles because that situation, their last meeting, is the first time they both showed how much they care about each other.

[diangelodork]

chat i’m so scared that when i talk to my friends they think i’m flirting with them and it makes them uncomfortable- like sometimes i simply need to tell you that your eyes are fucking gorgeous or that anyone would be absolutely blessed to have you in their life or that you are one of the most incredible and astonishing people ever and jaw-droppingly gorgeous and it’s because i’m in love with you PLATONICALLY. sob sob sob cry cry cry

[ewwww-what]

They’re super okay and friends and totally on good terms guys you have to believe me

[hey-haven]

Futaba and Yusuke are not dating, but they’re also not “just” friends. They a secret third thing that’s devious and evilllll

Idk they both read as aromantic and have this partnership. They signed a contract and shook hands so it’s official

[gl4kiro]

Another fanart for Casting Rain! This time it's the boys' first day after meeting each other! (WOW IT'S NOT A DOODLE, also i finished it a while ago lol)

I found the design sheets for the characters, but combined them with how I've been imagining them while reading :)

Sorry for not posting, school is taking a lot out of me mentally and I can't post :/

ALSO THANKS FOR 350 FOLLOWERS!

The amazing fic by @silverskye13 / @theblogofcastingrain

[kennahjune]

I’m a firm platonic stonathan believer (and romantic but that’s not what this post is about).

And I love Steve and Jonathan being really friendly albeit awkward with each other.

But you know what I absolutely LOVE?

Stonathan who can’t STAND each other.

But would also go to fucking war for each other.

Some asshole is being a prick to Jonathan in school? The dudes suddenly thrown off of every sports team he’s on and the principal is fully aware of every time he cheated on a test. Steve just so happens to be at the high school that day to pick up the kids.

There’s some dickwad giving Steve a hard time at work every day? The guys windshield is busted in and car’s been keyed. Jonathan was totally just stopping by Family Video for a movie at the same time.

It’s just so funny to me. The idea of them both putting on this kind of mask around the whole group where everyone thinks they’re at least friendly with each other— the awkwardness is a given, honestly.

But then when it’s just them— getting high together or smth idk— they trade insults that would have anyone else in a ball crying.

And then them both slowly coming out of their shells around the whole group.

And the first time it happens Steve had called Jonathan a home wrecker and in turn Jonathan called Steve a whore.

Everyone was flipping shit trying to make them both apologize to each other before another fight broke out. But Jonathan and Steve sat and laughed at them.

Nobody ever gets used to their bitter teasing towards each other (nobody’s ever heard Jonathan use such foul language) but they learn to accept that that’s just how they are with each other.

This is kinda like a begrudging sibling-bonded stonathan.

This is also how I imagine madwheeler being btw. But I’ll make them their own post eventually.

[jelly-fishie]

the sillies

[tavirl]

drew the big three as the ICONIC pinterest reference

[birdmitosis]

Interesting possible friendship dynamic between Paranoid and Opportunist that just occurred to me:

Okay, so basically I've always thought Paranoid would understand Opportunist a surprising amount, given how she's one of the only voices who interacts with him who DOESN'T seem to dislike him and how the way to get Opportunist in Wraith just… makes total sense with what she already said outright that we should do. His lack of trust in others and backstabbing to keep everyone safe, his cutthroat nature and drive for safety, would make sense to her I think, even if she was horrified by some of his methods (mostly trying to suck up to Wraith LOL).

But I also realized… I think Opportunist could understand Paranoid a surprising amount too. And that he might even find her… relaxing? Refreshing? In the sense that…

I know I'm not the only one who thinks that, while Opportunist expresses a great deal of self-esteem and self-love in canon that I do not think he's lying about, being mistrusted and disliked by the other voices would probably Feel Bad to him. But I feel like being mistrusted by Paranoid might not actually feel bad in the same way, if only because I can imagine he'd 100% understand and vibe with, well, one of the bits of reasoning she gives in-game: If someone does not trust you, then obviously you can't trust them.

So imagine Opportunist truly knowing and understanding where he stands with Paranoid: He can't trust anyone else fully, obviously, even the other voices, which means of course Paranoid is never going to fully trust him, but in turn Paranoid also knows that since she doesn't fully trust him he can't fully trust her. And, hell, I think once they all have their own bodies Paranoid would have trouble completely trusting the other voices too so they'd even have that in common!

So there's always that wariness and caution there but in a way it's… reassuring. There's no judgement to go along with it. There's no "how could you not trust me?" because they both know how and why. And they both know the other is like this to everyone -- outsiders even more but even the other voices -- and isn't it reassuring in a way to not be alone in that, to have some sort of agreement that it's justified or at least to know you're not the only one struggling? There's no expectation there, and there's no "what's wrong with you?" when they're looking for the reason or the catch or the danger.

Paradoxically, I think they could relax around each other to a degree that is hard for them to do with most other people due to their mutual wariness and suspicion -- and, even more so, their understanding of where that's coming from and knowledge that the other does understand it.

[lunammoon]

I've said it before but I'm a massive fan of whatever the fuck Rook and a non-Romanced Lucanis have going on.

[izanallu]

Hello KinitoPET fandom

[lichanicksstuff]

"Maybe you could track down the bastard..."

"And what should I do with him when I find him?"

The fact that it's their CANONICAL CONVERSATION breaks me every time I think about it. Dream willing to use his powers only for Hob. Him being ready to place the killer of Hob's girlfriend in front of Hob only for him to punish him. He was ready to do it, even if he didn't approve it. He just advised him that revenge may not be a good solution. HE WAS READY TO KILL THE GUY, MY GOD-

And the fact is that he did what Hob asked for. This sparkle in his eye. That says it all.

And just to put it here: Hob says we. Him and Dream would cut the guy's ears off.

You know they're besties when they are planning on torturing a random guy together.