#I don't even know what else to tag it tbh.

[tociminna]

Pent

This is the first time I've posted a fic in its entirety on Tumblr, so naturally it is ~*dirty*~

Summary: Now that the orb has been temporarily silenced, Gale finds himself in a bit of a dilemma. A man cannot wander the Shadow-Cursed Lands in a constant haze of arousal, can he? No, quite impractical. Possibly unsafe.

He retreats to the privacy of his tent to... address the problem.

(This oneshot takes place between chapters 19-20 of my longfic, The Loom of Fate , but you don't need to have read it for this to be enjoyable. Niamh (mentioned) is my Tav, but I've left her undescribed.)

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 2,539

Pairing(s): Gale/his imagination/a custom Mage Hand 🥵😇

Tags: Masturbation, Fantasizing, Inappropriate Use of Mage Hand, Inappropriate Use of Grease Spell (I think they're completely appropriate uses tbh)

AO3 link: Pent (comments much appreciated!)

Story is under the cut! I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!!

He had walked for the better part of an hour, making several circuits of camp, the graveyard, the inn, with the goal of calming the wayward urges that insisted on rising in him. Scratch had followed, for the first lap, until he realized there would be no throwing of the ball and retired in disgust.

The dog was wiser than he was, Gale thought, returning. The walk had done very little good - the exuberant lovemaking still happening in the little room over the forge could be heard for a considerable distance. The entrance to his tent closed behind him with a faint swish, hardly audible over the crackle of torchlight. Camp, at least, was silent - Karlach was with Dammon in said room over the forge, Halsin was with his patient in the inn, and everyone else was asleep or in reverie.

He dropped to sit on his bedroll, running his hands through his hair, removing the tie that held it back. This was getting ridiculous, he thought, glancing down at the barely visible ripple of light emanating from the orb mark. He had always spent a rather outsized portion of his free time thinking of Niamh, looking at her - perfectly normal for one's romantic interest, he reasoned - but since the orb had been quelled his impulses had become quite absurd.

It was beyond time to do something about it. His plans would take a few days to complete; he would not approach her empty-handed. But he could not walk around in a perpetual fog of lust in the meantime. It was a distraction none of them could afford.

He lay back, head on his arm, his other hand lying on his stomach. There was the obvious route, of course. An old method, tried and true, inelegant, a bit messy, but effective. He had alternatives, as well - there were charms that could soothe desire, or remove it entirely. That… didn't feel right, somehow. At some point in the next few days he would declare himself. He would tell her how he felt, and if she felt the same then they might…

Oh no. They might… but he hadn't. Not since before Mystra, and that had been what, four years ago? Five? He'd be lucky to last thirty seconds, if he didn't fall apart and embarrass himself entirely. No, that would not do. That would not be nearly good enough for Niamh. There was only one way to prevent it.

Gale laughed at himself, under his breath. He'd always been very good at rationalizing the things he wanted to do. And he wanted to do this. For the last year he hadn't even been able to think about it without the threat of death and destruction. It had taken every scrap of magical creativity and willpower he'd had. Now all he had to do was… take the matter in hand, as it were.

He was already half-hard as he moved to undo the laces to his pants. He was slow, deliberate - now that he'd committed to it he had all night, after all. The laces came loose easily, and with a lift of his hips and a brief push he was free. The orb mark glowed steadily, with that strange underwater dimness he’d noticed in the last day or two. It wasn’t bright enough to be seen through his tent; that would have to do.

He found himself nearly trembling as he traced his fingertips between his ribs, down the skin of his side, across a hipbone, slowly getting to know his body again. The hair on his stomach was soft; he followed the trail of it down, to gently encircle his forefinger and thumb around the base of his cock.

He hissed in a breath, and brought that circle up, slowly up, as he hardened, barely making contact with the sensitive skin of his shaft. This was not a grip; it was a guide, and when he reached the head he was fully rigid, cock standing at attention.

It leaked, already, drops beading on the slit. He worked those drops in with his thumb and gasped as a spike of familiar pleasure went through him. 

Too much, too fast. Gale took his hand away, and swiftly removed his clothes. Might as well get fully reacquainted, he figured. The light in the tent was dim, but enough to see by, and suddenly he wondered what Niamh was doing, alone in her tent. Was she asleep? 

He had a sudden vision of her, lying on her bedroll, fully clothed but disheveled and flushed as she worked a hand between her legs, into the half-open front of her pants. What if, he thought, stroking an open palm down his chest, his stomach. His cock stood stiff on its own, angled up toward his navel, bobbing lightly with his heartbeat. 

What if she was as overcome with desire as he was? He knew she felt it - she’d said so, more than once. Sweetheart , she’d called him. Tease . Shameless, he’d called her, delighted with her lack of inhibition. His hand wandered, past his hip. What if she tore those pants off in her frustration, ran her hands down her waist, her thighs… he stifled a moan as he pictured her spreading her legs, sliding her fingers inside herself, visibly glistening with the evidence of her arousal.

His hand moved, both hands, now moving up and down his own thighs. What if she took that lovely wetness and slid her fingers over her clit, he wondered, and gently cupped his balls in one hand. A low moan escaped him at this and he clapped his free hand over his mouth.

Quiet, you ass, he thought. He'd spent years living in a dormitory. He could do this silently if he had to. Had done many times. 

Gale closed his eyes and gave himself to visions of her. He rolled his balls lightly in his palm - gods it felt good, it felt incredible - and ran the fingers of his other hand up his shaft, finally taking his erection in a firm grip.

He stroked, slow, as he thought of her, thought of how she might bite her lip in pleasure, thought of how she would raise those lovely hips to meet her hands, both hands now. The mark brightened, dimmed, brightened again, following the rhythm of his accelerating pulse.

He stroked faster, panting a little, wondering what sounds she would make. Wondering what sounds might he pull from her with his hands and his tongue and his cock - and in no time he was pumping in earnest, rocking his hips as he fucked his hand. He should slow down, he should, this was too fast, but gods it felt good. Too soon, almost immediately, a white curtain fell over his vision and he came, the spasms nearly folding him in half. He propped himself on an elbow, gasping ragged breaths as his spend shot freely, painting his chest and stomach and the bedroll. 

Gale fell onto his back, breathless and a little disappointed. He dragged his fingers through the come on his chest - goodness, but there was a lot of it - before vanishing it with a gesture. That had been far too quick. He supposed it was to be expected, after more than a year of enforced abstinence. 

His thoughts wandered again… would she finish too soon, as well? She had not been constrained as he had. Gale felt a grin spreading across his face as he thought of her in the last month or so, in her tent in the Underdark, suppressing moans of pleasure as she touched herself and thought of him.

If she had done so she'd been very quiet about it - he was a light sleeper, since the orb. But it was a pleasant fantasy, to be sure, and he followed the thread of it for several sweetly enticing minutes until he found himself stirring again.

He had not been quite sure he'd get a second pass at this so soon - he was not a young man, not any longer. But it had been a long time, and gods did he want her. He couldn't remember ever being this consumed by desire, with any other partner. She was different - the way he felt about her was different - and it added a depth and savor to every thought, every moment.

This time he did mean to make it last, at least for longer than a few minutes. He concentrated for a moment, entwining a pair of disparate spells, compressing here and extending there, and… there it was.

A Mage Hand hovered over his thigh, barely visible. He'd found while developing this spell that a glowing spectral hand was not much of a mood enhancer, at least not for him. Thankfully he'd recovered enough of his talents to make this work again.

Gale relaxed, fully, throwing an arm behind his head. He meant to enjoy this, to recover some stamina, to remember what it was like to have a body that was a pleasure to live in. The mage hand stroked his thigh, gripping lightly, and he eased his legs apart enough to give it some access.

It was tempting to throw caution to the wind and let the hand take him in every possible way. It had been an even longer time since he had received, outside the Weave, and he had always loved it. He imagined the hand opening him up, slipping inside him, stroking and working against that hidden sweet spot - best not. That would stretch even his ability to keep quiet. 

Instead, the hand stroked him softly from knee to hip, alternating legs, until he was fully hard again. It avoided his cock, still, for the moment, squeezing the meat of his inner thigh, brushing lightly against his balls so that he arched slightly. It teased, played, and he closed his eyes and thought of Niamh again.

She was kneeling next to him, now, naked and splendid with her hair down, her eyes wide with arousal and her lips sweetly parted around the syllable of his name. It was her hand that touched him - her hand that stroked and petted, her hand that wandered over the planes of his chest and stomach, her hand that finally closed around his achingly hard length.

This hand was a special one. He'd designed it to self-lubricate, and it did now, a warm welling of oil that let the hand slide perfectly up and down his shaft. His mouth opened in a silent moan as the heat of it took over his senses, calling an answering fire from within.

His eyes were still closed. It was her hand that glided so smoothly… wait, no, even better - not her hand. In his mind's eye now she rode him, those plush, muscled thighs flush against him, the perfect curve of her hips rolling as she slowly lifted herself and sank again onto his hard cock.

“Oh gods,” he whispered, falling into the fantasy, the hand working, shifting its grip to match the images in his mind. She rocked against him a little faster now, almost too tight, so incredibly wet. Rivulets of warm oil pooled, his balls and the hair on his stomach damp with it, and he put a hand over his mouth again to catch the groan rumbling out of his throat.

If only he could feel the weight of her on him, feel the heat of her skin, see the little frown of concentration on her face as she rode him. Oh, if only he could hear her, put his hands on her, put his mouth on her… the hand sped in its strokes, audible now with a faint squelching sound, incredibly lewd for how quiet it was.

His breath was coming in irregular gasps as the hand worked, varying its grip, tight at the base and a looser, swirling pull at the head. His hips were moving now of their own volition and he let go a helpless whimper at the thought of her sitting on his face while the hand pumped his cock, imagining her luscious scent and taste as he licked her until she begged for release.

He was close now, close, hands clutching the fabric of the bedroll as his hips bucked, the hand motionless now as he thrust upward into it. A coil of heat wound itself inside him, little shocks of intense pleasure coursing down every nerve to feed the tension until he thought he might snap with it.

The coil wound in him, tighter, as he thought of tasting her, his beard soaked as she ground against his tongue and his chin, as her thighs tensed around his face and she called his name, hips convulsing.

The coil snapped and he came, his back arching entirely off the bedroll, letting loose a sharp cry as he spilled into the hand’s pistoning grasp. He managed to muffle any further sound into his closed fist as the hand slowed its strokes, grip still firm, easing him through the deep shudders of his aftershocks.

A moment later and he sank back into the ground, breathing heavily, dismissing the hand. The chill in the air reasserted itself, stealing the heat of his body through the light sheen of sweat that covered him.

Well. That had been… educational, he thought, cleaning the mess and pulling his sleep clothes on. The stamina improvement had been quite satisfactory; if time allowed he’d have to continue, to stay in practice.

He laughed at himself again, at this transparent attempt at justification. It had felt good, so good, in a way that probably had much to do with his year-long deprivation. It was natural to want to do it again. 

Gale rolled onto his side, pulling the covers with him, thinking. It had been more than a year, if he thought purely in terms of the physical. During his time with Mystra he had forsworn all corporeal forms of sex, including any self-satisfaction. She had not preferred it and therefore it was not preferable - or that was what he’d told himself. 

It could not be that way with Niamh. He would give her all he had - in the Weave or out of it - body, mind and soul, if only she would take it. A tremor of uncertainty went through him. If only she would take it.

Another tremor, deeper, of self-doubt, as he wondered whether it was right to even try. He didn't want to leave her, to leave any of them, but if he had to… would he be the author of unnecessary pain, by drawing closer to her before dying? The thought of hurting her was painful, nearly intolerable.

He remembered what Karlach had said: have you asked her what she wants? It had been a straightforward bit of insight, upending all his useless speculation and rationalizing, all his attempts to anticipate every possible outcome. Moreover, it had been correct. He would abide by his original intention and ask.

Sleep passed by his tent for the next several hours, ignored, as he thought and planned and prepared. It had to be right for her. It had to be perfect. He could not give her less. 

[yichens]

edits i made in 2024 ✨

thanks for tagging me krish @i-got-the-feels [x] ♥ am also trying to incorporate the tumblr top ten posts into this bc i don't want to do that as it is, so thank you for tagging me into that antania @riggerbison [x] and zey @fadelsburger [x] ♥

Post your most popular and/or favorite edit/gifset for each month (it’s okay to skip months!)

tagging: @forcebook @thamepo @chezlalune @ruanbaijie @luna-lina @srnileforme @wanderlust-in-my-soul no pressure and if you've done this or something like this already, please send it my way or tag me into the post's replies! i'd love to look at everybody's creations and give them some love :')

JANUARY: morkday + holding hands [x]

the most popular and tbh my personal favorite was this morkday edit i made based on a quote that is from the damn city of bones (2007) by cassandra clare. i didn't know that back when this quote punched me in the face and made me think about it for a couple of days but i honestly laughed when i finally googled it... worked out very well tho! i love hand symbolism, especially in last twilight, and the golden colors are lovely for them ♥ i also ended up loving the last image in this set even if i first struggled with the composition.

this was my number 1 post on my tumblr top ten.

(also gotta add that it still feels insane that last twilight was still going on in 2024... it feels like it was ages ago. i barely remember most of it anymore, probably bc of the heartbreak and trauma. i'm a changed person in january 2025)

rest of the months under the cut bc i ramble!

FEBRUARY: valentine's day vice versa rewatch [x]

my best decision for last year was to rewatch both my school president and vice versa during the time before valentine's day. it healed me, held me gently, filled me with love and warmth. am happy that the set i made after that to show love, once again, for the romance show and soulmates couple of all time was both my most popular and personal fave ♥ i love how the set turned out and how the colors work in this. i will forever be thankful to vice versa for its colors and overall brilliance.

this was my number 8 post on my tumblr top ten.

MARCH: 23.5 episode 3 [x]

it's a close call between several of my 23.5 episode edits but this happens to be the most popular one during this month. i never finished 23.5 which somehow saddens me, but towards the end, i just lost interest, and so this edit series was also left unfinished. i liked the concept tho and loved playing with the colors each week!

tribute to mork methas [x]

personal favorite cannot be any other edit than this bc i put all my heart into creating it. i am still so angry about what last twilight did to mork as a character; how all his trauma and pain was pushed aside, how the story never gave him the space and time he needed, how on top of all else they managed to butcher this amazing man. i don't even want to look at him in episode 12 bc i cannot recognize mork there. he is no that person, at least not to me. mork my beloved, i wish the writers didn't hate you so much </3

(btw i have this whole explanation/essay written under this post in my drafts. it's mostly me sharing in detail the thought process behind me making this edit and going through the several elements in it. if anyone is curious, i can post it, just holler haha)

APRIL: us / thamepo pilot crossover [x] [x]

the most popular edit for this month deserves to be the edit i made for the us pilot that was revealed during gmmtv 2024 part 2. i am still very excited to see the show itself and follow their filming journey occasionally on twt. i am just soooo ready to break my heart over the tragic lesbians woven together with strings of comfort, self-discovery, and heart ache.

this was my number 2 post on my tumblr top ten.

i picked the thamepo sister set as my personal fave bc i cannot separate these two. it was fun to connect them together and switch around the dialogues we hear in these pilots bc they just worked. they had very similar vibes and both talked about somewhat forbidden love. no wonder am currently so into thamepo (i hope it stays that way, am done with all the disappointment i've experienced with shows lately).

this was my number 4 post on my tumblr top ten.

MAY: 23.5 episode 9 [x]

the most popular set of the month. not much else to comment. i love the shot of ciize in this one, she's so cute :(

puentalay k-i-s-s-i-n-g [x]

my favorite for this month! a very impulsive edit that happened solely bc this ear worm of a song (that puen would def listen to) wouldn't leave me alone. it's silly, it's fun, it's cute, it's sexy, it's passionate. it's everything i could ask for! i honestly had a ton of fun with this edit despite having to edit a bazillion (26) separate images for this. the fact that those images are mostly of puentalay kisses makes it worth it.

JUNE: we are episode 12 [x] / 11 [x]

during summer, i was deep in my we are era. i honestly loved each set i made for the series bc for the longest time, i've wanted to make sets like this. i had my struggles with some of them but they all worked out in the end! episode 12 was the most popular one and episode 11 is just my personal favorite bc i love the purple + hints of yellow/golden -combo.

JULY: we are final episode [x]

to honor this show and all its relationships, from romantic to platonic, i decided on a rainbow set. it worked super well and i am happy it was so popular ^^ i miss this whole bunch and the amazing summer we had together. (sorry about the quality of this screenshot, the set is too long to fit it on my screen hhh)

this was my number 10 post on my tumblr top ten.

morkday + pvris songs [x]

probably my favorite set i've made this year overall. my whole year was defined by pvris's music (my spotify top artist) and it felt appropriate to link it together with morkday (and puentalay). i love the layout of this set, the colors, the noise. getting into the lyrics and choosing fitting parts for each image was the best part. my favorite image in the set is the last one that i started from while creating this set. i love the background image for that so much. another one i like is the green one for anywhere but here, bc of the image itself but also bc of the song and its message.

AUGUST: we are couples [x]

due to traveling around a lot in august and being exhausted from that, i didn't create much. but i am extremely happy with this set that is both the most popular and my personal favorite! everything about this one just worked out. i feel like it really summarizes all of these couples and shows their different sides.

as a fun fact, i have to say that i never put too much thought into choosing the animals for each couple, other than picking the bird for chainpun (for obvious reasons). cat for phumpeem came through peem more than phum who is very dog coded to me. instead, dog (or wolf?) ended up with tanfang bc of tan's puppy-like nature. qtoey getting the bunny feels like a stroke of genius given to me during the making of this set bc looking at it now, it's perfect. they have that sweetness and energy in them i connect with rabbits.

SEPTEMBER: sanvee + moon phases [x]

ok i might have lied in the july part bc this might be my overall favorite edit i made in 2024. creating it was a battle tho, and i felt like screaming for the best part of the process bc nothing felt like it was working out and i had a ton of problems while figuring out the aesthetic and the typo and the texts. but it all came together better than i ever expected and i just love this set now. i was happy to see ppl liked this too, so this is the most popular edit of this month.

(oab)plawan + hurt by sleeping at last [x]

it's hard to pick a favorite for this month – despite the sanvee edit already being my obvious FavoriteTM – bc i also love my set for miss mhon (day's mother) [x] that let me went my frustration towards her and my puen x phum parallels set [x] that makes me feel wrong in the head. but i loved this love doesn't have long beans a crazy amount compared to how short and silly that show was. there's just something about oab and plawan - about sailub and pon. they dragged me deep into places with this show and this edit is my ode to that. it was fun to make in its simplicity, i love the colors in it, and pon as plawan is just too pretty (especially when he cries).

OCTOBER: pluto episode 1 [x]

considering how popular pluto has been and how desperate we all are for gls, am not surprised this set is the most popular one for this month. tbh all my pluto edits have been doing quite well in my standards. i love making these so am just happy you guys like looking at them ♥

pit babe pairs + cartomancy [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

never thought 2024 had a sudden pit babe obsession in its sleeve for me but i decided to embrace it. they've talked that the second season would start airing in april, after boys' journey s2 has ended most likely, and i am so very normal about all thi. i've fallen in love with all these boys, both the characters (more than i already was) and the actors, and this edit series only made everything worse. i haven't spent this much time researching things for an edit in a while and i just loved all the analysis i got to do. the process had its ups and downs but overall, i have to say i had a blast.

(picture chosen purely bc i vibed with this kim picture today, tho the kentakim edit might also be my favorite in the set bc the yellow is so good)

NOVEMBER: pluto episode 4 [x]

absolutely deserves to be the most popular set of this month! it's also my personal favorite out of all the edits i've made for pluto. the colors for this one just worked super well and the scenes are perfect, too. let's see how the series ends in two days, i hope i manage to find some fitting colors for the last episode, too :'D

this was my number 6 post on my tumblr top ten.

DECEMBER: yuanyi + you can love him, but you can't keep him [x]

the most popular set and also my favorite of this month, all bc i've gone down the rabbit hole with fangs of fortune. i spent an embarrassing amount of time making this set with all its details; starting from screenshotting the whole damn show and then picking the pictures for this edit from the over 400 images i got, to drawing the golden lines by myself on my drawing tablet so i got them just like i wanted. i shall be making so many more edits for this show, be warned.

this was my number 7 post on my tumblr top ten.

top 10 posts of 2024 then are:

morkday + hands (381 notes)

us pilot (295 notes)

last twilight episode 11 (285 notes)

thamepo pilot (283 notes)

jimmysea for starry magazine (271 notes)

pluto episode 4 (252 notes)

yuanyi + you can love him (231 notes)

vice versa rewatch 2024 (222 notes)

last twilight episode 10 (211 notes)

we are final episode (207 notes)

(you can check your top ten posts here)

it was fun to look back into my year in edits like this and see how i've gone through so many phases in 12 months. i cannot even recognize the person i was in around, let's say, last february. or during summer. it's insane how the night changes or however that thing goes.

thank you if you read this far, and if you've liked my creations or left nice tags under them, i thank you even more! it's an honor to be creating to everybody here and i am grateful that others keep enabling me even when i usually create for myself and maybe two other ppl. it is very important to me tho that i get to be part of this amazing community and don't need to just yell into the void by myself ♥

[deadrlngers]

ocs as patron saints

i was tagged by @katsigian and @ecofear to take this quiz for some of my ocs, thank you both so much!!! loved doing this sm, two things i love obsessing over: saints and ocs <3

patron saint of relics. patron saint of remembering. patron saint of holding something close. patron saint of holding on for too long. for a saint, a relic is often a part of the body, kept for some physical memento of their holiness. they are all in your hands, now: does it feel like remembrance? does it feel sanctified? are the dust and blood as precious as they're supposed to be?

patron saint of bones. patron saint of frameworks. of structures. of solidity. patron saint of things that break. patron saint of things that are left behind. the bones survive long after the body, the building: what is there left for them, when the rest has gone? what do bones do, with nothing to hold around them? who holds the bones?

patron saint of heartbreak. not of comfort. not of condolences. there is a heart and there is a fissure, a fracture, something that starts to splinter and break open. you're the patron saint of the way a heart is rent open. the way it tears itself apart. patron saint of the rift. patron saint of the gash. when they say to "open your heart" to somebody, you are the patron saint of bleeding out.

tagging (under the cut!):

@marictheirins @mojaves @ruvviks @devilbrakers @dragonaqe

@pinkfey @aezyrraeshh @shadowglens @risingsh0t @ncytiri

@baelavelaryon @kibellah @pawnguild @roguette @hexmaturgy

@tethrras @lucaanis @auricfog @thedeadthree

and anyone else who wants to do it!!

[moe-broey]

I don't think this is Moe's first offense (saying something brazen/flippant) but I do think it's the first time it's called the King a bitch. And it won't be the last! The funniest part of Anna being the one to take charge and chew Moe out is that it gives Moe the opportunity to do The Exact Same Thing to Alfonse one-on-one (you know... to test the waters... to see how he feels about it....). Which it is. Also promptly chastised for.

FAVE PANELS...

[averlym]

whshdfhfjf.,,,

[bobombun]

When it comes to children's shows I watched as a kid, I get a bit miffed about how I can never relate to most of the stories shared by other people online, but then I remember that at least I grew up watching such Finnish classics as

An unwashed man in the woods (Rölli)

A clown (Pelle Hermanni)

The Real Catwoman (Katti Matikainen)

[helloiamacashier]

It's a travesty that I can't reblog gifsets of books.

[chocolate-cream-soldier]

//rant.

[birdsbatblog]

sorry to be snarky and vague but sometime certain DC/Batman fans drive me MAD. sorry i don't know or care who fucking BLORSH LIGHTING is!!! SORRY I interpret a character thats been portrayed a hundred different times by a hundred different writers differently then you do! SORRY i reblogged a post mischaracterizing THORACK RAZOR. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THORACK RAZOR. LET ME HAVE FUN IM NOT GONNA DO FUCKING HOMEWORK TO BE A FAN OF A MAN WHO DRESSES AS A BAT FURSONA OHHH MY GOD. and you know what?? i do not care if he would not fucking say that. what if he did?? what if he DID fucking say that??? what if Tim Drake WAS a borderline incompetent soaking wet kicked puppy who's never felt joy in his live? wouldn't that be FUN? don't we like having FUN around here??? LIKE GENUINELY! save the anger at 'mischaracterization' for... the actual official works. it actually boggles my mind why some people would be on tumblr if they couldnt handle shit-posts and incorrect quotes and other typical fandom staples. if you only wanna have sErioUS well thought out conversations about BATMAN. then ur in the WRONG PLACE. GO FIND A FORUM!!! OR A DISCORD SERVER! OR MAKE A FRIEND!! i'm CONSTANTLY seeing posts spreading the mindset of "if you don't like it, block and move on" which i agree with!! and i think a lot of other people agree with too,, until it comes to actually practicing it like bro SHUT UP NO ONE CARES. MAKE UR OWN POST RANTING ABOUT IT TO UR BATMAN THEMED BLOG WITH ONE FOLLOWER (hi gavin) LIKE IM DOING!! DONT REPLY TO SHIT YOU DON'T LIKE SAYING "can someone fix this please 🥺" CAN YOU SHUT UP. OHHH MY GOD WHY DON'T YOU FIX YOUR ATTITUDE? YOU ARE ON TUMBLR. YOU ARE NOT BETTER THAN ANYONE. BRUCE WAYNE LOVES ALL HIS KIDS UNCONDITIONALLY AND IS A GREAT FATHER. JASON TODD CAN LIKE HIS FAMILY AND WILL HANG OUT WITH THEM. THE BATKIDS HAVE MET THE JUSTICE LEAGUE, AND YES, THE SHENANIGANS WERE HILARIOUS! AND HAL JORDAN ISN'T FUCKING RELEVANT IN THE BATMAN - ALL MEDIA TYPES 5K WORDS 1 SHOT FANFICTION ON AO3 WITH THE TAGS "FLUFF" AND "CRACKFIC." HE CAN BE A DAMN PLACEHOLDER. HE CAN BE OOC. HE CAN DO SOMETHING HE NORMALLY WOULDN'T. IT DOESNT MATTER!!!

im SORRY you're so obsessed with Gerry Greene aka The Blasting Man that you start shaking and vomiting and throwing up and having seven consecutive panic attacks when some 15 year old on wattpad writes him 'wrong,' or god forbid, no one utilizes him at all! i'm sorry your all time favorite superhero, Tree Woman, doesn't get talked about enough. Maybe you should try coping.

[livestosave]

"So I dragged the family name through the mud? Not you, then?"

(tw for implied/past child abuse/neglect, typical aristocratic bad marriage and society practices, and just generally toxic parent/child relations)

Yelling was a normal occurrence in the Goodkind Manor. It always had been, or so Robert gathered from the way it no longer phased the staff, and the way none of them stood near the still-open sitting room, eavesdropping. Not that anyone had to be: Alfred's voice was higher than his own, but still deep enough to carry when the weasel raised it. And his mother had what should have been a pleasant alto voice, that similarly carried as her own anger grew.

He wasn't trying to listen in, either. Alfred had made it clear - not in words, but in every action he made in each row Robert had seen the fallout of - that his rows with his mother were not something for Robert to save him from. Despite how that first night had gone, Robert would admit Alfred mostly handled them well, matching his mother's ire blow for blow until one or both of them decided to retreat. If it didn't make him so angry, if his chest wasn't always so tight with a protective rage to hear anyone try to cut Alfred down so harshly - in his own home, no less! - he might have been willing to concede that Alfred had certainly inherited his sharp tongue from the woman.

But this felt…different. He wasn't sure what it was, but Alfred's voice had an edge to it that felt more…raw. More brutal.

"There was only ever one rule, wasn't there? There always has been. You just don't get caught. You had a good marriage, a good husband, a good life! Just one little problem: Father couldn't have kids, could he? No, so that threw a wrench in things, because there had to be an heir. How many men did you take to your marriage bed, while Father was on campaign? How many affairs did he tolerate, because he loved you, and he couldn't give you the child you wanted, that he needed? All you had to do was produce a babe that could conceivably be his, and no one would ask those inconvenient questions, would they?"

There was a bark of laughter. As Robert approached the door, he couldn't see the woman's face, but he could see Alfred's. Handsome features twisted in a fierce snarl, a false enthusiasm and bravado as he glared down at his mother.

"No, you had to take faunus lovers. You made the terribly ill-advised choice to not be safe with that one. And everyone knew, didn't they? They knew I wasn't Father's, but so long as I was close enough, they would never say. The game would continue. They'd turn a blind eye, as Father did, because that's how it always goes, isn't it? Except you lost. Because your gamble failed.

"I hope the dicking that fox gave you was worth it, Mother."

The resounding smack filled the small sitting room, and the silence after was somehow worse. Through the open door, Robert could see a faint trail of scarlet leaking from the corner of Alfred's mouth, even as the weasel rolled his tongue across his teeth. One hand reached to wipe the blood away, tongue licking the smear of crimson from his thumb, before he began to chuckle. A dangerous, low, calm noise that was so at odds with the cold fury in Alfred's eyes, that Robert hesitated. He should put an end to things there, give the old bitch a piece of his mind and get Alfred out, but the way the weasel was looking at his mother…Robert was almost wondering if he should be getting her out. Not for her own safety, exactly, but because he wasn't sure Alfred could handle matricide.

"That's all I've ever been to you, isn't it? The one chance you had to make it all up to Father, and then there I was. A faunus. Your shame and disappointment made manifest. And the worst part, the shame of the whole damned thing? He forgave you. When they all tore into you, screaming about your affairs, crowing about how the baby was a bastard, he saved you from them. He forgave you, and he told them that he condoned it, asked it, because he so wanted a child and couldn't have one. He took the brunt of that shame, to save you the humiliation. He just didn't realize that it was worse, doing that, did he? He didn't realize that you could never look him in the eye, knowing he stained his precious honor for you. You could never look at me as anything but the smirch on his honor that you caused." Alfred's voice was raising again, the illusion of calm fracturing as the cold inferno blazed in him, and yet he made no move to touch his mother.

"I could never measure up to him because I was always the sign of your failure. He might have legitimized me in the eyes of the kingdom, but to you I'll always be the bastard that is the sign of your failure to be a loyal, loving wife. And now, the failure to be the mother you always wanted to be. You gambled with both our lives...and you lost."

Alfred reached up to his breastpocket, turning from his mother to start towards the door, handkerchief raising to wipe the line of crimson from his face.

"By the end of the year, you will be moving in with aunt Lolita. I will not walk on eggshells in my own home for the sake of your shattered ego, nor watch my guests worry they offend your pathetic sensibilities. Take who and what you will...but you will be gone, Mother."

Silence answered him...but it was defeated. Alfred's pace slowed, a slight...hesitation entering it. But he kept moving for the door.

"Alfred?" His mother's voice. It was...softer, than Robert had yet heard it. Gentle. Defeated, and subdued...but not unkind.

"...yes, Mother?" Alfred had paused, though he didn't turn around. His mother was still facing the fireplace, not looking at him, either.

"...I do love you." Was it just Robert, or was there a whisper of...pride in that? Buried in the other emotions, the grief, the guilt...the shame. Perhaps it was sappy foolishness.

"....I know. That's why you need to leave."

[callmehere-iwillappear]

FOR LIKE. CONTEXT. idiot's guide is broken up into two arcs, arc 1 is... almost done i think. hopefully. there's still kind of a ways to go for arc 2

so essentially i'm thinking about, once i do finish writing and editing arc 1, starting to post those chapters on a once a week schedule. then if i haven't finished arc 2 by the time i run out, i'd take a break from posting until it does get finished. if it is finished by then i'll just continue posting lmaofjdsklfjd

[whelpimnauthuman]

Realizing I might have gotten POTS because of Covid and.

[but-a-humble-selfshipper]

Something about Dave and L.L. both having abusive parents you knoooow is due to end poorly y'know. Like last time someone shared trauma with L.L. they both nearly ended up dead (Beau). VERY different circumstances of course but it goes to show how bad it tends to go.

I'm not going Anywhere in particular with this like I don't have a scenario or anything I just know their traumas would clash and blend in a way that'd incapacitate each other.

[odiabonecessario]

gender dysphoria is the only mental disorcer people rather to romanticize and not only pretend it's not a bad thing but also loves to act like it's something to be proud and celebrate with a colorful flag

yes, I'm talking about trannies if it wasn't clear enough

[luludeluluramblings]

tbh I’m more intrigued by the idea of college-age Reader getting pregnant while unmarried still living in the manor and NO ONE has any idea who the father is (maybe she does, but she’s withholding that for now or maybe he’s not in the picture?) and it’s the biggest freak out ever. that just seems so fucking wild and potentially hilarious to me. and nobody noticing she’s pregnant until she’s farther along? or them finding out randomly?? imagine:

damian: you look pregnant. what is wrong with you.

reader: i am pregnant though

the batfam: ????????!!!!!!!!!! and then she proposes that now that she’s old enough and starting a new chapter in her life raising a baby and all she should just move out! (cue everyone disliked that meme)

Neglected!Pregnant!Reader x Yandere!Bat Family

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Part Two ☁️ Part Three ☁️

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A/N: Okay, I think I'm about to become a Pregnancy!Reader writer. Which, I'm not mad about. Kind think it would be fun, but I know the trope isn't for everyone. So, if it’s not your thing, I’m sorry.

A/N: Some of this is based off of things from my own pregnancies.

A/N: Oh, no. Frick, I wanna make this a series now. Check the bottom, cause I have a plot idea for this and I want opinions on it. I spiraled, this was supposed to be a quick blurb. I got carried away. Gonna build up to the yandere shenanigans because I’m turning into a writer with a million WIPs.

A/N: Tagging @skay-ali because I like their The Forgotten Daughter series.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Very minor Yandere Themes (like barely there), minor NSFW, graphic descriptions of pregnancy and medical procedures, Vomiting.

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You don't really remember that night it happened. But, it only happened once and after you swore you'd never drink again. The hangover after that night had been one of the worst of your short life.

In fact, the sticky feeling between your legs and bitter taste on your tongue had also added to your decision to swear of these college parties. Luckily, you have enough of your memory to remember that you and your partner from that night had both been willing even when wasted. Even if you couldn't remember their name. Or, their face.

It takes you a while to notice. One missed cycle wasn't anything to freak out about, and it was exam season. The stress had probably caused the nausea. It wasn't until you were heading down to breakfast one morning and smelled the burnt eggs in the kitchen that Stephanie had burnt that you realized something might be wrong.

You, of course, ignore it. It was just a fluke. Burnt eggs weren't appetizing to anyone. But, then you nearly faint walking through the perfume section after looking to restock your favorite bottle of scent.

The doctor you finally went to another week later had asked about your cycle and the last time you had been intimate with someone. That's when the reality of things started to set in. You hadn't even thought to do an at home test to check. Your doctor was kind though, saying they could just do a quick urine sample and blood test just to make sure. It might be something else.

The next few minutes felt like ages. But, when the Doctor came back to tell you the positive results you panicked. Not as in panicked as in you broke down, but you threw up a mask. You're good at doing that. You must get it from your father.

When she asks you if this is good news or bad news you can't help, but blurt that it's good. Great even. Which causes her to beam at you. Before you know it, you're being handed a complementary diaper bag with formula and tiny bottles while being given the rundown on your possible due date and future appointments. You nodded you're head along with the information, sliding the paper's into the diaper bag as she hands them to you.

But, then she turns to you with delight and tells you that the Ultra Sound tech has an opening and you're just far along enough they can do your first ultrasound. It'll only be a thirty minute wait.

After nodding along once more, you go back into the waiting room. Holding your new bag with white knuckles and falling into deep thought.

This is happening. But, how? Are you even fit to be a parent? You've hardly ever been loved. How are you going to love someone else? How are you going to do this? What will the family think? What will your few friends think? You don't even remember who their father is. This is impossible. You're not ready. You'll never be ready. That churning feeling is in your stomach again and you feel that single piece of toast you had for breakfast about to come back up.

The thirty minutes fly by with those thoughts in your head. They still swirl in your head as your go back into the ultrasound room.

It's dark, but the tech had few soft lights on in the room. Its actually kind of... cozy.

What's not cozy it the tech telling you that she's going to stick a wand up your bits so you could see the baby. Your eyes screwing shut at the cold invasive feeling.

But, when you open them, she turns the screen for you to see. It's almost amazing how fast the image appears on the screen.

And, their moving. Actually moving. You end up laughing at the sight, causing the screen to flicker and the little blob to move. When the nurse plays the heart beat you can feel yours stuttering in your chest.

Watching them bounce in there with each laugh, it’s easy for the next words to spill out of your mouth.

“Oh, I’m gonna love you.”

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Every step after that feels remarkably less lonely. It’s not just you anymore. You have someone who you’re going to love.

You don’t bother telling the Family. Bruce would just lecture you on being reckless while the other’s would judge you for it.

Honestly, you don’t care if they did. This is your baby.

Funnily enough, for a house full of detectives and highly intelligent vigilantes no one actually notices. Not even Cassandra. It’s a bit insulting how much they don’t pay attention. But, your symptoms soon make it so you don’t care.

The waves of exhaustion, the way everything smells strong and certain things make you want to gag. Heartburn that burns your throat. The subtle cravings that make you cry when you can’t fulfill them. Thankfully you finished your exams because you were too tired to even move from your bed most mornings due to strange nightmares.

Eventually, someone does notice. And, it’s not anyone you would expect.

Of all things you cried over on the pantry floor, it had to be salt and vinegar chips. They hadn’t been what you wanted, but it was too late to go get french fries and a smoothie at this hour in Gotham. And, you stuffed them down your throat with angry tears.

It was Stephanie of all people to find you. You gave her a sharp glare when she seemed to grow wide eyed. Normally you avoid her gaze, but you were quite pissed about having chips in your mouth and not fries. As her eyes grew wider, your nose wrinkled in further annoyance at her.

Just as you’re about to tell her off, she speaks.

“Do you— um, want something else?”

It’s pitiful how fast your snarl turns into a pleading pout.

“Yes, please. I want fries. I want Jokerized fries so badly.” You practically blubber when she gives you a pointed nod towards the car garage.

It takes you a bit to get off the floor despite the fact that your bump is hardly noticeable, but Stephanie noticed the extremely subtle curve.

“How far?” She asks hesitantly, looking from the bump to your face.

You also hesitant for a moment, looking up at her with tears on your cheeks and a serious look in your eyes. “14 Weeks.”

Her eyebrows raise and a wiry pout appears on her face. “Damn. You’re smaller than I was at that time, so not fair.”

The slightly surprised that information gives you almost makes you pause. But, if you had you would’ve probably toppled back down to the pantry floor.

“Explain on the way?” You ask, still a bit nervous. The two of you had never been close since you moved into the manor less than a handful of years back.

“Sure.” She grins, leading the way.

As you both walk, she whispers. “Does Bruce know?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.”

“Ah.” Stephanie managed to hide the winces from you.

When you two finally make into the car, you’re already feeling better about life. You’re about to have your fries, and possibly a shake too. You didn’t expect to have any company, but surprisingly it’s nice.

Stephanie drives, and get the fries to go. Munching on them as Stephanie drives you back to the manor. Her sharing her own pregnancy experience.

"Wait, so Tim dated you when you were pregnant with another dudes kid? Babe, forget being me being small, you got game."

"Damn right I do." She says smugly, stuffing her own fries in her mouth. "So, um, do you wanna talk about what happened with you?"

And, just like that your mood shifts.

"No."

"Oh- Oh! I'm sorr-" She starts up, and you can tell she's assuming the worst.

"Don't you start, Stephanie." You interrupt with a pointed glare. "I don't want to talk about it because it's none of y'all's business."

That makes her cough on her french fry. "Wait, wait, what do you mean? Don't you want help?"

"Nah, I got it." Comes your stubborn reply, glaring out the window as you dip your fry into the cheesecake milkshake.

"... You should tell Bruce." She suggest after a moment of awkward silence.

"What? So he can ignore his grandchild, too?" Your filter is none existent with your hormones all out of wack.

"He doesn't ignore you-"

"Oh, yes the fuck he does." Your firmly state. Growing a bit heated. "Y'all all figgin do."

Stephanie is about to roll her eyes, chalking your words to you just being unreasonable. But, then the thought starts to creep upon her with each passing building when she realizes this is the first time she's actually hung out with you. Ever.

"I'm sorry." She murmurs to you. The silence falling over you both as the cars continues back to the manor.

"... I'm only forgiving you because you bought my fries..."

"Really?! That's all I had to do?"

"What? I was desperate for this- Wait! Hang on. Stop the car. Stop the car-"

"What? Why?! Are you- OH! Fuck!"

You ended up regurgitating up all the fries you had just eaten. Right into your lap.

"Oooo, that's nasty." Stephanie says, cracking the windows.

"Is it bad that I still want to eat them?" You mumble to her, eyeing the remaining fries.

"Please, please, wait till we get back or I'm gonna hurl, too."

"Fine." Comes your reply. Your eyes drifting shut for a moment. "If you tell anyone I'm gonna tell Cassandra about your crush on her."

"How did you- Frick, you are more like Bruce then I realize." Her voice going from panic to begrudging realization.

"Now, that's offenseive."

"Oh, come on. You're kids gonna have some of Bruce's DNA too."

"Eww. Eww. Don't remind me."

The banter between you both coming back with ease.

When you make it back to the manor, parting ways for the night. You feel at ease. You may have made have finally made a new friend in all this and gained a pillar of support.

As you shower and finish off your fries, you can't help but think about the apartments you had been looking at. Wondering what Stephanie will thinking of your nursery ideas.

Down in the cave, Stephanie slowly walks down the steps. Realizing this might have just gotten complicated.

"You okay, Steph?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”

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A/N: Soooooo, what if, and hear me out, wee add some baby daddy drama to this?

A/N: Please note, I write a Reader that DID NOT grow up with the Bat Family, which means we could have some really really juicy drama here. But, we could just keep the options limited to just close friends of the Bat family.

A/N: What do y'all think? Baby Daddy drama? One of the Bat Boys the Daddy? One of the other vigilantes? Should I do a Baby Daddy poll? I just feel like this is an opportunity.

A/N: Also, Stephanie was a teen mom in some comics from my research. Which I think adds to this and gives her a better chance of bonding with Reader until shit goes down.

[bataranqs]

what if you are a beautiful person and i love you. what then. will you not accept this love? will you take away this joy of delighting in your presence? how long are you going to say you aren’t someone beautiful?