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Hannah Foster and Gwen Stacey Stimboard
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#Spider girls with powers#I imagine them as sisters#Not ship#across the spiderverse#spiderverse#spider gwen#gwen stacy#gwen spiderverse#spiderverse stimboard#Spiderverse stim#Spiderman#spiderman stimboard#Spiderman stim#Gwen Stacy stimboard#Spider gwen stimboard#tw spiders#tw arachnophobia#Into the spiderverse#Across the spiderverse stimboard#Into the spiderverse stimboard#Black friday#Hannah foster#Hannah foster stimboard#starkid black friday#black friday#Starkid stimboard#crossover#crossover stimboard#Hannah black friday#Janus’s Corner
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When Batman sees an unknown boy sitting calmly in the Watchtower lobby, he's prepared to send the entire base in lockdown. That is until Wonder Woman introduces him as her nephew.
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dpxdc#dcxdp#hyper prompts#i imagine pandora to be more like a sister to the amazons for this one#she goes to visit them on occasion and when danny catches wind of this#he begs profusely using his best puppy eyes
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Bruh emotional support ghost kid? Well thats what they are calling him
Suicide cases in gothem are about to fucking plummet boiz cause this one weird blue eyes, black haired boy is now heading to your location.
How does he know where to be? Having a bad day and are all alone? No the fuck your not cause don’t turn around now but theres some shiny blue eyes coming at you from that dark ally. Oh shit hes here to drop some information about you and your lost loved ones that he should know. Oh god the closure. How could you have been afraid on this sweet, creepy, boy who just helped you find your way.
Meanwhile Danny is chillin in Gothem cause the GIW hate it there (none of they equipment actually functions in Gothem so it’s either super haunted or actually not haunted at all). Then all of a sudden he gets approached by a random ghost begging for his help because their sweet baby girl is about to do something horrible. Oops now all the ghosts are following their most loved ones around just to make sure they are there to rush to Danny for help when all else fails. Now hes getting to fulfil his protection obsession double time because one hes helping protect people from themselves and two hes protecting everyone in Gothem by stopping people from becoming villains for revenge. Plus he gets to see first hand how hes making a difference because all those people he saved are sending him some good vibes from all across Gothem.
Thank god he followed Jazz around so much to slightly absorb some of her phycology knowledge over the years. Plus it was actually pretty interesting so she gave him her old text books. Shes also helping him deal with the rare events where he can’t save someone. Just a moment too late or he stops them but they later succeeded in the hospital. Neither are his fault. Now only if he could convince his core of that.
Anyway why Gothem you ask? Amity Park would have been just as good tbh but imagine Batmans face when he finally gets to be face to face with the emotional support ghost boy. Why is he here? Bruce is fine. Batman is fine. Hes not gonna do anything crazy. It’s just a hard time of year. Around their death always gives him grief. But hes an adult and can manage it.
“You know they are so proud of you.” The boy states. As if it’s clear as day, even though it’s Gothem and never a clear day. Batman blinks at him, stunned for a moment. “What?” This boy can’t possibly know that. No one will ever know that, Bruce can only hope. “They see their home, full of such life. That big house that felt so empty, so cold, to them as well for years. Then you filled it with Family and Love like they had always wanted for you. They are so proud of what you have turned it into. Somewhere full of life and warmth.” A small smile graces his face as finally “you have made your parents so proud” and its all he can do to contain himself. Emotions are running high and sue him because he really did need to hear that ok. The boy suddenly looks to Bruces right with a confused face “aren’t all basements like that though?” Before Bruce can even get a word in hes gone. Just vanished before his eyes.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dpxdc#dp x dc#batman#I just wanted to write danny walking up to the buggest toughest batman and make him cry tears of relief#danny is helping his subjects find closure while always feeding his protection obsession#let him be interested in his sisters word#also god imagine bruce just having a bad time of it cause is the anniversary of his parents death#than the ghost kid just walks up and tells him exactly what he needed to heat#yes they are proud of the word batman does#he knows he has saved lives#but what about him as a father#would his father be ashamed of his parenting skills#would his mother be discusted at how he treats his children#he always remembers his parents as good parents so he wants to do right by them by also being a good parent#anyone can risk their life for another but few can be a good father#actually it’s easy just love your kids and sont walk out and leave them with an insane bitch of a mother#dad im lookin at you#and dknt marry your fucking step sister dad#isnt our family tree circle enough. why must u follow in grandmothers footsteps#at least with him is marrage related aye?#oops im rabling about my daddy issues teehee
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who would gaf about my bully au with scout tf2 ‼️
#bully game#bully#jimmy hopkins#gary smith#scout tf2#smopkins#i just feel like these ips have synergy. i think i read somewhere that jimmy has had a bunch of expulsions from other places? maybe one of#them was from a boston school. and there he must've met and hung out with scout and his siblings. i would imagine this to be blu instead of#red (maybe both?) cuz my hcs for blu are that basically he only has two sibs: bidwell and a twin sister that would basically be fem scout#so idk that just opens up more avenues for friends and people to hang out with outside of the family. like maybe a younger jimmy hopkins!#i imagine too like a 6 year age difference. like in this au the time stamp would be in the 70s and jimmy is 15 and scout is 21
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i was sitting in my room thinking of how convenient it is that the books in the pjo series takes places before or after the school year. then i remembered that ttc happened during winter break. and that percy and annabeth likely returned for their second semester after that quest. what a tragedy.
#Imagine promising a 10-year-old you'll keep his sister safe#then watching said sister be crushed to death days later#and having to deliver the news yourself#and imagine being held captive by one of the first two people you could call family#watching as your pseudo sister kick your pseudo brother off a mountain#then having to fight in a battle to defend the only place you could call home#and still having to go back for your second semester of eighth grade#this is so heartbreaking#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo text post#pjo#pjo canon (wtf)#the titans curse#ttc angst#percy jackson#annabeth chase#these poor kids#i will protect them with my life
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Ghost Lilith
Anybody else sometimes forget about Lilith outside of season 1 unless she's brought up again on, what feels like, rare occasions?
Sometimes I do
I kinda wish she had more of a presence in later seasons, the other season stories are fine without don't get me wrong but I think it would just be cool to have a ghost/spirit Lilith pop up every now and then that only Mc is aware of or something like that
Ive seen a headcanon from someone that sometimes ghost Lilith helps Mc cheat in tests or they just chat sometimes and I love it to bits
I like to imagine that sometimes Mc will go to Lilith's room (bet yall forgot about the room too!) in the HoL and just chat with her ghost to either de-stress or have some time away from everyone else, especially when the brothers get really rowdy
I feel like when Mc is more worn down then normal and they don't feel like they could go to any of the brothers or other boys, they'd go to Lilith and that she'd try her absolute best to help her descendant/brothers' lover cause fate only knows what would happen if Mc actually snapped from everything
And also cause she cares a lot for them in general
Ghost Lilith would definitely play sneaky pranks on all the brothers and she'd either get Mc in on em or would make sure they were present when she does em
Ghost Lilith and Mc are quite the devious pair, maybe even more so the Satan and Belphie
I mean one is a ghost who is only able to be truly noticed by 1 person, and that said person is so powerful they have to wear a special op ring so they don't make the 3 realms collapse from their mere existence
Mc and Lilith be having tea in her room while the rest of the house is on fire and being destroyed frfr
Credit to @sister-lucifer for the divider
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me nightbringer#obey me mc#obey me lilith#obey me brothers#obey me demon brothers#obey me demons#obey me angels#obey me solomon#Obey me ghost Lilith#I sometimes miss Lilith's presence in the story#But on the other hand I imagine that Mc has/had serious issues (like Satan) about being from Lilith#Especially when the brothers realized Mc was related to her and they went goo goo ga ga over them#Not sure what it's called though#But basically sometimes Mc can't help but think that the only reason that the brothers care so much about them is because#They are related to their beloved dead sister#And that all they see is their sister instead of who they really are Mc#I might make a separate post about that#Cause I just realized how many and how long those tage about it are#When I write for Mc you can insert yourself#Anytime I write about the brothers they are all with Mc#Cause I love all the bros pretty much the same#obey me rambles#obey me x gn!reader#obey me x gn!mc#obey me x reader#obey me x mc#obey me brothers x mc#obey me brothers x reader
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have we ever thought abt the fact that zuko is literally azula's older brother. like she's his little sister. that's his little sister. throughout a big, big part of atla plot, he was actively running away, scared of his little sister killing him because he KNEW she would/could. can you imagine that? your little sibling, wanting more your father's approval than your companionship to the point of death? every time they fought, zuko was fighting his baby sister. azula was fighting her big brother. this is making me so sick. they were 16 and 14 years old.
#avatar the last airbender#atla#atla zuko#atla azula#zuko#azula#hey look i posted a thing#the absolute maddening grief of it all. like what do u mean??? thats his lil baby sister!!! what the fuck!!!#when she was a bby he was probably so protective and they were so small n they must have loved each other then#before the responsibilities ozai put on them. before all that. they were siblings. they loved each other.#until they were taught that did not matter. zuko learned that it did again#despite all the pain of it#azula actively ran away from learning it from feeling that pain#because she would rather be hated and feared and powerful than to ever be weak ever#this is so heartbreaking#i think this hits especially hard cuz me n my sis are like 2/3 years apart in age. like. i could not imagine having to fight her to the dea#i just couldnt. i rly rly couldnt
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Blood Blossom Au: before the nightingale sings
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for my batdad blood blossom au, the one where Vlad poisoned Danny with blood blossom extract and Danny ran away from him and ended up tumbling into the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman :). A quick oneshot telling the tale of the tragic deaths of the Fentons
TW: Major Character Death Warning
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Not all deaths are created equal.
That is a valuable lesson in life to learn. One that Danny learns when he is eleven years old, standing in the pit of his parents’ creation; the culmination of their life’s work. The portal to the other side, the realm of the dead. To the infinite.
He learns that when he’s eleven years old, in a hazmat suit that sags on him, and boots that clunk when he walks because the only ones that fit are his mom’s, and even those are too big. In gloves that he has to clench his fists in because otherwise they fall off. In goggles that slide down his nose even when he’s tightened them the farthest they can go.
He learns that when he’s eleven years old, choking on giggles that harmonize with the laughter of his friends’ who stand at the mouth of the tunnel. Sam’s holding a polaroid in her hand. They’re just being kids.
They’re not laughing when Danny’s hand hits the safety lock — the one with faulty wiring, the only one in the tunnel. The only one he could possibly hit. They’re not laughing when the portal buzzes to life, and the lights inside switch on row by row as the generator begins to rumble and hum.
They’re not laughing when Danny dies. They’re screaming. They’re not screaming when he comes back.
Not all deaths are created equal.
Some are poetic, beautiful. The satisfying close of a book as it comes to an end, of the hardback thumping soft against the pages like the sound of a door closing. A train run its course.
Some are violent; unsatisfying; unfair. The unexpected shattering of an egg as it rolls off the countertop when nobody is looking, the unmistakable crack as it falls to the floor. It is abrupt and messy.
But most are just… unremarkable. Unintentional. Clumsy.
Danny’s family dies one night in late January. He is thirteen years old, barely a month away from fourteen. It is unforeseen. It is preventable. It happens.
It happens like this:
Their water heater breaks one Monday in January. It’s old, sitting in the garage, and has dealt with nearly sixteen years of Fenton-grade chaos and shenanigans. Of parents tossing scraps and junk into the garage as brief storage to come back to later. Of illegal tune-ups on their vehicles that result in something exploding. Of little children running around and knocking things over, playing with poles and sticks they find on the ground, on the shelves. Of being lived and used.
Something had to give.
Jack Fenton notices it immediately when he comes upstairs that very afternoon — his children at school, his wife downstairs — to grab something from the garage. The very same scrap and used material they store like squirrels to use later.
He stops what he’s doing to fix it.
It wasn’t supposed to be permanent.
Despite what many believe, Jack Fenton is not the idiot people make him out to be. He knows what he’s good at, he knows what he’s not. He knows he can be passionate and obsessive and single-minded about things. He knows that he is a scientist, an inventor; an engineer.
He knows that he is not a plumber. That fixing water heaters is not something he knows how to do, not safely. And he loves his family. What he does is only meant to be temporary — a fix meant to only last a few days until they can call someone in who can fix it for them.
So Jack Fenton futzes with the water heater, gives it a temporary stitch to last a short while, and reminds himself to call a plumber later that day to come in and fix it. He turns and leaves the garage with the part he came for — a sheet of metal for his wife to melt down — and disappears back downstairs.
He does not make that call; it slips from his mind.
It is not his fault.
One day passes, then two, then suddenly it is Thursday. The water heater has still not been fixed, the water heater has been forgotten. It is nobody’s fault.
Danny asks his parents at breakfast if he can stay over at Tucker’s house for the night. Just one night. They’re going to study for their math test and then play video games until midnight, but he only tells his parents that first half.
He’s been doing well in school. Really well — better than he has in a while. There’s been a delightful lull in ghost appearances for the last few weeks. The living don’t know why, but Danny does. The Winter Truce always calms the dead down for a while, something about how the Zone cleanses itself twice a mortal year and that fresh wave of ecto clears out the old and brings in the new.
This year Danny got to participate. He’s feeling the effects of it too, and he’s been sleeping consistently well for the first time since the accident.
It’ll never happen again.
His parents agree under the condition that he doesn’t stay up late, and Danny harmlessly lies through his teeth and agrees. He goes and throws overnight clothes into his school backpack, and when he leaves for school with Jazz his parents are already departed into the lab.
The last conversation he has with his sister is in her car on the drive to school. Inane, mindless conversation to fill the air and pass the time. Jazz comments on how relaxed he’s been lately; Danny tells her about the Winter Truce. She listens in rapt attention.
She tells him that she’s glad to see him so well-rested. She thinks her little brother’s been growing up too fast these days. She thinks he’s been too tense. Too caught up with the spinning of the world around him that he forgets about himself sometimes.
When they reach school, before Danny can get out of the car, Jazz looks to her little brother and says; “I love you.”
Her little brother’s cheeks turn an embarrassed shade of red. He makes a scrunched up, grossed-out face, but can’t hide the smile pulling across it. “Don’t be a sap, Jazz. I’ll see you later.” He tells her, yanking his hood up over his head. She hears the bashful, ‘love you too’ before he walks away.
That is the last conversation she ever has with her brother.
Thursday is unremarkable, passing by in its normality as it always does. There’s one, maybe two ghost sightings; shades lurking around in curious infancy that are easily spooked away by the presence of a greater being. Danny doesn’t even have to go ghost.
Thursday evening is even less so. Danny goes to Tucker’s house — Sam has a prior arrangement with her slam poetry club — and the two of them study for an hour before they toss their textbooks aside and reach for the game console.
Danny sleeps in Tucker’s room with one of the extra blankets on his bed, curled across the room in one of the bean bag chairs. It shouldn’t be comfortable, but to Danny it is. He sleeps throughout the night, the portal shut down by his parents before they’d gone to bed.
Early Friday morning, before the sun has even risen yet, before it’s even so much as a concept to grace the horizon, the water heater breaks again. It was supposed to be fixed.
Carbon monoxide is a silent killer. Odorless and scentless, it kills within minutes. It fills the house like a shadow casting over the ground, creeping into the rooms.
Danny’s family die in their sleep; painless and unaware.
It’s not Jack Fenton’s fault. He didn’t mean to.
Nobody wakes up with their alarms.
Danny wakes up to Tucker Foley’s alarm on Friday morning, and he turns his head intangible and shoves it into the beanbag chair like an ostrich hiding its head in the sand. Tucker gets up before him, and throws a pillow at him as he reaches for the alarm.
There’s laughter, messing around. The both of them get dressed, and Danny has breakfast with the Foleys that morning. He takes the bus to school with Tucker, and they meet Sam by their lockers.
To him, everything is as normal as it should be. There are no ghosts for him to fight right now, school is as school does, and he’s on top of all his schoolwork.
He does not see Jazz at all that morning, he doesn’t notice. Their schedules are so different, their routes on different paths, that it’s not uncommon for Danny to not see Jazz until he gets home some days. That’s if there’s no ghost attacks.
At lunch, he gets approached by her friends. Worried creases between their brows, they ask him if he’s seen Jazz. She hasn’t shown up to any of her classes. She’s not answering their texts. It’s unprecedented of her; unheard of.
Danny doesn’t admit to the concern that swells in his gut when they tell him this. He shrugs at them, and says he hasn’t seen her either. But it was probably nothing to worry about; she might just be sick and sleeping it off.
He offers to text her and let them know if he gets a response, and that seems to ease her friends enough that they shuffle away in uncertainty. He keeps his word, and does exactly that. He pulls out his phone and opens her contact, and shoots her a message.
‘Where are you?’
He doesn’t get a response back, Danny is left on sent. He puts his phone in his pocket, and with a sense of unease creeping in the back of his mind, goes on with his day. He gets no response by the time the final bell rings; and he tries not to be worried.
The house is quiet when he opens the door. Unusually quiet. He drops his backpack to the floor, it lands with a hearty thunk, and begins to take off his jacket. “Mom! Dad!” He yells. He hangs it up, and slips his shoes from his feet. “Jazz skipped school today!”
A laughable untruth that would get his sister all riled up normally; she should be able to hear him from the front door if she was in her room. The house just stays dead silent.
He can’t even hear the usual banging and crashing from the lab. His unease returns. He reaches for the intercom that leads directly down to the basement, and presses the button to turn it on. A burst of static, and then he speaks;
“Mom? Dad?”
Danny lets go, and waits for a response. He gets none back. That never happens, not when the house is this quiet. Not when he knows they should’ve heard him.
Something sickly and fearful borns in the pit of his stomach, and begins to snake upward. He heads for the lab. The cool metal of the door is familiar in the grooves of his hand, and he doesn’t even need to think about the code as he punches it in; he simply lets muscle memory guide him. It’s been the same since he was little.
The door hisses as the pressure is released, and he swings the door open. He takes the stairs down two at a time. Something is wrong. His parents aren’t answering him. His feet pound against the metal.
“Mom? Dad?” He calls again, more worried, more frantic. More scared. His voice echoes down the stairwell, and he reaches the bottom before it’s fully faded. The lab is empty. The portal is still shut down.
It was four in the afternoon, they should still be down here.
Danny races back upstairs, fear-raised nausea coiling in his throat. “This isn’t funny you guys!” He yells when he reaches the top, shoving open the door with more force than necessary. His head swims, his voice cracked.
He checks the garage, the car is still there.
“Mom!? Dad!” His voice bellows out throughout the first floor, loud enough that it bounces back at him and rings against his ears. He’s never raised his voice this much — mom would scold him if she heard him. But she doesn’t show up. “Jazmine!”
Finally, he goes upstairs, and he can’t tell if what he’s feeling is anger or terror. Something is very, very wrong.
He swings the door of his parents’ rooms open first, and there they are, with the lights still off and the curtains still drawn. As if they hadn’t left their bed all day. Some of Danny’s fear lifts from his shoulders just by the sight of them, but he’s still trembling. Something is still wrong — the room smells… off. Not good, not bad. Just… off.
He swallows dryly, his throat still thick, and steps into the room. “Mom, dad?” They do not stir. “Didn’t you guys hear me yelling?”
There is only room static. Danny’s heart shrivels in his chest with a tenfold return of terror, he feels ill. He remembers, just now, that they’re not heavy sleepers, and his dad should be snoring like a freight house.
Danny reaches their bedside in seconds, hand outstretching for the covers, “Momma? Dad?”
Not all deaths are created equal.
But many of them are accidental. Unmeditated. Shocking.
Danny Fenton finds his family dead in his childhood home. He runs to his neighbors in hysterics, inconsolable, in tears. Nine-one-one is called, but there is nothing that can be done. They were dead for hours by the time Daniel Fenton returned home.
He sits on the front steps of the neighbor’s house beside FentonWorks, his jeans slowly becoming wet from the snow that was unable to be scraped off, and watches the paramedics cart out his family beneath white sheets. There are police cars blocking off the street, yellow tape blocking off his house, red-blue lights lighting up the block, an ambulance on the scene. He is wrapped in a shock blanket, and he is missing his jacket and his shoes. His tears are freezing onto his face, he can’t feel the chill.
Not all deaths are created equal
But all of them are unforgettable.
#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc au#dpxdc fic#blood blossom au#dpxdc ficlet#starry's writing#tw character death#cw death#angst#hurt no comfort#carbon monoxide poisoning almost sounds like a plain way to go when compared to the other batkids. but then you think about it for more#than a second and then the inherent horror of it all creeps in. danny found his family dead. he found their corpses.#i didnt feel comfortable writing it - just a little bit too heavy even for me yet - but just know that danny shook his parents as if he was#trying to wake them up when he realized they were dead. he went into emotional shock and kinda mentally shutdown.#he yelled and screamed and tried to wake them. and then rushed to his sister's room only to find the same thing. rinse and repeat#more time passed between danny finding them and him going to his neighbor's than what i showed#no more than an hour because the house was still full of carbon monoxide but longer than five minutes. long enough that when he finally wen#over - in hysterics and missing his shoes and jacket - he was completely inconsolable. he was having a breakdown.#when i was writing the ending scene with the paramedics and police and stuff i was very much calling on how i imagine Bruce's own experienc#might have gone. different but similar. with a thousand yard stare and water in their ears#two boys wrapped in shock blankets surrounded by police lights and having just seen their families dead. teehee
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I love how over time kid xelqua has become less just baby grian and more grian's kid who he found in the woods/somehow created and now the kid represents all of grian's childhood trauma and Catholic guilt and grian is just trying to break the cycle bc there's this magic fucking baby who is the best thing in the world
JKAGJKD yes Exactly, see evo Grian has a lot of family issues, from being an orphan, to the Watchers, he has ISSUES, so raising a version of himself is..... definitely odd, but weirdly healing.. He sees how he was as a kid, he wasn't that bad, he was just a kid ! He didn't deserve to be abandoned or anything. He sees all of his ache in Xelqua, he's very much breaking the cycle.
[mumbo: You alright mate, you have that look in your eyes. grian: no yeah--i'm good, i just.... its easy to raise him, y'know ? i mean, i know he's literally me, but.. it makes me wonder about my own parents--before the watchers, if i was anything like him, i don't know why they left] (-me)
#i was gonna go to bed but then i doodled this real quick ajgadjk#grian and family issues makes me go crazy#my art#ask#sketching#kidxelqua#grians already a big brother. pearls his younger sister ! he had to raise her since they're close in age.-#-and even tho you love someone. you can still ache for the loss of childhood. its not a kids responsibility to take care of another alone#pearl and grian were close in age so they were just kids together. they had a Us against Them dynamic#grian and xelqua have a struggle and adjustments to figure out#figure xelqua out. hes a kid. but not human(hermit-)#i like to imagine at first. grian would just stand to talk to xelqua. but later he starts crouching down to his height#<- IMPORTANT !! i did this a lot when working with kids and ur their best friend immediately WAHHH#i always draw aether crouching down to talk to xelqua#grian catching watcher baby fever hahahahaaha
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i just think Bonbon deserves some wings to flap with
you can see the moment when Bonnie has realised their own mortality
#they have matching earrings and bracelets because as a former younger sibling#i know the beauty of annoying your sister into getting you the same things she has#i dont know why but thats how it is#big and buff nille my beloved#consistent colouring style? i dont know them sorry#i imagine learning to fly is quite a challenge and kinda scary like learning to ride a bike#you just have to Go and Not Stop#isat#in stars and time#isat bonnie#isat nille#my art
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[The Amazing Digital Circus]
Not ship art! Their complimentary color palette makes me happy seeing them together!!
#i dont mind if people ship them though#honestly thats not even my business lolol#but yeah!!!#i like how their dresses are blue and pink#but both of their hairs are somewhere in the shade of red#i like how their heights contrast#just#they contrast but they also feel similar in a way!#i really like it!#it feels like these two would be the reliable big sisters#because they are#theyre going to the ball to dance!!!#haha the clothes makes me think of servant extending her hand to the princess for a dance#its cute to imagine#tadc#the amazing digital circus#tadc ragatha#tadc princess loolilalu#my drawing museum
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Legitimately want Colin Harry and Albion to be besties, I need them talking about how Portia drives them up a wall, I need them trading food recs and them listening to his travel stories, i want him to help them stand up to portia bcause god do they need it. I want them going to Wills and hanging out at balls when their wives are talking to people. please give me the wife guy trio i want it SO bad
#rainy talks#bridgerton#colin bridgerton#harry dankworth#albion finch#Please I'm asking so nicely#not only does colin deserve friends who are good people he deserves ones just as insan about their wives#and thse two even have th same mother-in-law from hell!!!#like i just want you to imagine them getting close and it helping the sisters get closer as well and work through their issues#plsplspls shonda I'm begging you
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RIP Mike Wheeler’s heterosexuality
“Is being gay contagious?”
Steve stares at his phone groggily before putting it back against his ear. “…Mike?”
“Is it?”
“It’s three in the fuckin’ morning is what it is.” He rubs his nose, Mike’s words finally catching up to his brain. “Seriously, Mike? No it’s not fucking contagious, you’re not gonna get the gay disease or whatever from me. I promise you’ll keep liking girls.”
He’s a little hurt, even though he knows the question is innocent. They’ve been asking a lot of questions, like the inquisitive little assholes they are, but none of them had seemed like they weren’t okay with it. Until now.
“…that’s not what I meant,” Mike says. Steve realizes that his voice sounds shaky, even over the phone.
“Then what—“ he cuts himself off, realizing halfway through his bitching that there was only one reason Mike would call about this. “Oh.”
“Can you pick me up?”
“It’s three in the morning,” he repeats, even as he starts wondering where he left his keys. “Your mom…”
“Steve,” Mike pleads. “Please?”
He sighs. “I’m on my way.”
Mike is sitting on his doorstep when he pulls up, head in his hands. Steve doesn’t have to get out of the car, he stalks to the passenger door with all the vitriol of a boy with too many emotions to hold in, and wrenches the door open hard enough that Steve worries he’s going to break it.
“Watch it, noodle arms,” he says, trying to pretend this is normal. Maybe if he acts like it’s not well past midnight, Mike will relax.
It doesn’t work. Mike slumps in his seat, not bothering with the seatbelt. “Can you just drive?”
Steve drives. Doesn’t really know where they’re going, but it doesn’t matter. Just away seems to suffice.
He eventually pulls into a side road
“I’m scared to even touch another guy now! Because apparently hugging is gay when you’re older, and so is sleeping in the same bed, and telling your friends you love them, and…and I’m fucking scared all the time, ‘cause what if they’re right? How do they know? How can they tell by just fucking looking at me? It’s bullshit!”
“Shit, kid,” Steve says, heartbroken. “Shit. C’mere.”
He pulls him close, and Mike turns his face into the crook of his neck, shaking. His shirt collar starts to get damp.
“I don’t know what to do,” he cries. “I thought it was normal, I thought everyone was just…so scared all the time, and we just didn’t talk about it. But then you said that thing about being afraid and pushing it down, and I didn’t— I tried to ignore it. I tried so hard not to think about it, Steve, I swear I tried.”
“I know you did,” he says quietly. It hits him that he might be the only one who really gets it. Eddie gave up denying it long ago, deciding to evolve into something else for them to focus on. Robin’s a girl. Which doesn’t mean jack shit in most cases, because being a lesbian fucking sucks in a town like Hawkins, but girls aren’t as obsessive about it. Sometimes when they compare notes, Robin will just stare at him.
Mike shakes his head. “I don’t know what I did wrong,” he mumbles tearfully into his shoulder.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Steve says with a surprising amount of vehemence. He grabs Mike by his scrawny little shoulders, pulls him away so he can look directly into his bloodshot eyes. “Not a damn thing, do you hear me? There is nothing wrong with you, and anyone who tells you otherwise deserves a swift kick in the balls. Got it?”
Mike responds by bursting into loud, messy sobs.
Steve just keeps holding him, running a hand through his hair and soothing him gently, like he wishes someone had done for him or Robin or Eddie when they were young. Finally Mike pulls away, embarrassment starting to set in.
“Sorry,” he mutters.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Steve asks instead of a meaningless platitude he knows Mike wouldn’t accept.
Mike gives him a suspicious look. “I guess.”
“I’m scared too. All the time.”
“No you’re not,” Mike snorts. “You don’t need to make me feel better just because I’m a pussy.”
“I’m not joking,” he says. “Why do you think I dated girls? Why do you think I went through so many lengths to hide it? It’s fucking terrifying, man. But you know what makes it less scary?”
“Dating girls? Marrying a woman?”
“No.” He pokes Mike’s chest, right over his heart. “People. Friends who love and accept you. Friends who know what you’re going through, even.”
“Do you…” Mike chews his lip. “Do you think Nancy would be okay with it? With me?”
“Absolutely I do. She was okay with me, wasn’t she? And I was her boyfriend.”
“Yeah, but it’s different when it’s your family, right? Sometimes people don’t care if someone is… people don’t care until it affects them. Do you think Nancy is like that?”
He knows Nancy isn’t like that, but that's a talk they’re going to have to have themselves. “I really don’t,” he encourages. “I think she’d be really glad to know this part of you, actually. She loves you.”
“…I know,” he says, shifting uncomfortably. “I don’t… we made this dumb no secrets pact the first time the Upside-Down happened, I don’t know why. It’s stupid. But…I don’t want to keep secrets from her anymore.”
#stranger things fanfic#steve harrington#mike wheeler#lavender overload au#this is part of my finished fic where Steve and Robin get married#Mike can be read as gay or bi here#Mike and Steve is an underrated dynamic and I love them being friends#‘oh but mike hates steve-‘ WRONG. mike hates that he wants his sisters dumb idiot ex boyfriends approval#like don’t get me wrong I do think he hated Steve at one point#but after he protected them from Billy I think it went out the window#and now he begrudgingly thinks steve is cool. and HATES it#the funniest moment in all of stranger things is when Steve called Mike Nancy while concussed#and Mike gave him the most disgusted insulted face imaginable#i laughed so hard
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Finally writing down a headcanon thing because the brain said so. This is the first time I'm trying out this kinda format so bear with me. 🙏
How I think the brothers would react to the MC trying a certain tactic on them to get what they want.
"Heyyy, [Brother Name], you know I love you soooooo much, right? I love you so so so much! My dearest beloved!! I just love you sooo much, you're so amazing!"
Lucifer
A look immediately crosses his face. Really? You're doing this now?
He tries not to sigh exasperatedly. He loves you, he does, but this is just annoying. Maybe a little bit endearing.
"What do you want, MC?"
He has heard this many times before from his brothers. Just wishes you'd get on with it, be blunt with what you want.
"You don't have to do this to get what you want, you know that, right?"
Mammon
Is the most likely to have this method work on him, honestly.
Tries to remain cool but his blushing gives him away easily.
"Well, of course ya love me, everybody loves The Great Mammon!"
Folds to anything you want from him, especially if he gets to spend the day with you as a result.
"Listen up, 'cause I'm only sayin' this once: I love ya, too, MC. Anythin' ya want, it's yours."
Leviathan
Instantly thinks you want something, because why else would you be saying this?
Of course, there's no other explanation, he's only loveable when he's good for something, after all.
"You want something, don't you? There's no way you actually love me that much! Why would you actually love a loser like me?"
You likely end up just comforting him and reassuring him that you actually love him instead of getting anything, honestly.
"If you want something, just ask, don't try to trick me with lies and betrayal!"
Satan
Knows you want something but plays along anyway, finding it entertaining.
Thinks it's cute you think this would work on him, he's not Mammon.
"I love you, too, MC. Of course I know I'm amazing, thank you."
Would fold in a heartbeat if you meowed at him, which you eventually end up doing.
"Tch, you little... What is it you want? Anything and it's yours."
Asmodeus
Loves the attention, wishes you'd be like this way more often.
Also thinks you're absolutely adorable. Why go through all this trouble? Surely you know he'd give you what you want regardless.
"Oh, MC, I love you, too! You're just too cute, I could eat you up!~"
You do get what you want, at the price of spending all day at Asmo's whim. But, surely you saw this coming? That's why you came to him!
"We should go to that store next! Oh, then the spa! This is so fun, MC, we really need to do this more often~"
Beelzebub
Gives you his signature closed eye, bright smile, puppy look.
Is happy that you love him, because he loves you, too. However, this sounds very familiar to him.
"I love you, too, MC. But... what do you want? You sound kind of like Belphie right now."
Beel is happy to give you what you want, all you have to do is ask. He deeply cares for you, after all, so he really wouldn't mind.
"Can we go to Hell's Kitchen after? I'm hungry and they have a new item on the menu. We should try it together."
Belphegor
Knows what you're trying to do and is not fooled or swayed whatsoever.
He's very familiar with this song and dance, being the youngest. This is one of his favorite methods, actually.
"You know that isn't going to work, right? 'Do not cite the deep magic to me, witch. I was there when it was written'."
Convinces you to cuddle him for a bit if you really want something from him. End up stuck cuddling him all day as a result.
"Stop complaining, you knew this was going to happen. Now shut up, good pillows don't talk..."
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me one master to rule them all#obey me headcanons#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#this came to mind because I jokingly pull this on my older sister#so I wondered how the brothers would react to the same thing#of course I imagine the mc would also do it jokingly#so it'd really be obvious to anyone they want something because of how they're saying it#but yeah this was fun :]#sorry if this is bad I tried my best lmao
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'why does show joffrey look like that he's supposed to be handsome' no sorry there's so many ugly/not conventionally attractive characteracters being prettywashed I think the rare cases of deyassification are based as hell. I like his weird little face ❤
#.txt#someone said his show version makes people less charitable to sansa and like. genuinely whats so different except that he looks a bit weird#like ok it does take him a bit longer to be nice to her again post trident but like she wasnt deterred when he tried to kill her sister so#people would blame sansa for trusting him even if he had mind control powers let's be honest#'I would have simply been unaffected due to my superior gigabrain. skill issue'#I do think people would be slightly more understanding if he looked like his book ver but that's a them problem#also like she's gonna be conditioned to think he's attractive no matter what bc he's the prince lol#its like when dream face revealed and all his stans were like omg he's so hotttttt 😍 I dont mean he looks like dream im just saying#people can gaslight themselves into finding any random guy attractive. especially children#and it's not like he's hideous or anything come on#imagine if sansa was like hmmm the rich young prince im supposed to marry isnt looksmaxxed enough. pass
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I have a headcanon- (not in the actual comics but yknow the bat fam fandom)- that in his robin days Jason would wish that he'd get hurt on patrol so that Dick would come to the manor and comfort him.
He thought since Dick hated him, maybe if he got to be a big brother in an event where bruce was absent, they could bond.
The first time Jay got shot, he woke up in the cave infirmary and looked around to find Dick, who wasn't there. What he did hear was Dick yelling at Bruce over the comms.
That day, he also realized that Bruce didn't care if he got hurt, only that it could have been prevented. The only one who cared about Jason for Jason was Alfred. And thats why they have such a close bond.
Anyways. Enjoy some Jason todd pain
#started out being inspired by me#my sisters are so much older and i would imagine getting in a car crash or something horrific#hoping that it would make them care#or just give me attention#i feel like there would be a similar feeling for jay about dick cause of their relationship and age gap#batfam headcanons#bat family#batfam#batfamily#jason todd#bat brothers#dick grayson#red hood#tim drake#incorrect batfamily#jason todd incorrect quotes#incorrect jason todd#jason todd deserves better#jason and dick#jason todd headcanon#jason peter todd#dick greyson#dick grayson incorrect quotes#nightwing incorrect quotes#nightwing#incorrect nightwing#bruce wayne#batboys#batfam incorrect quotes#cardinalcrap
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