#Robin isnt good at feelings

[sylvieserene]

A Solemn Day [A Teen Titans One-Shot Fic]

Silence.

The first thing which greeted him every morning was silence itself.

He appreciated it's presence every day at the early hours he woke up yet…

Today it felt heavy, unbearable and lonely-

March 28th.

A day which changed the trajectory of his life forever. 

Made him into what he was today. 

Gentle yet pale light of dawn entered into the room through the window as Robin swung his leg over the side of his bed listlessly. He tapped the alarm button out of habit and made his way to the washroom.

He felt no energy or even slight optimism; there was a heavy sensation in his heart, a feeling he was too accustomed to over the years. 

The very essence of air he breathed in felt heavy yet still; almost as if the universe acknowledged the weight of this day.

He knew today was going to be hard. He knew today would reopen the pain of some wounds which never truly disappeared and probably never will but…he didn't expect it to be so-....hard and lonely. 

It was the first time he was dealing with the Death Anniversary of his parents outside Wayne House. 

It had been a year since he left Gotham already.

He moved through the motions of his daily routine, facing the basin he splashed his face with the cold water which almost felt like baptism, cleansing his maelstrom of emotions even if for a few seconds.

Wiping off the water from his features, he took deliberate steps back to his room as if trying to maintain some semblance of balance over the day which had it's own plans for him.

Walking through the hallway, he faced the clean glass panel which let in the beauty of the natural light blossom throughout the space. 

Subconsciously, Robin touched the glass as the sun slowly ascended into the heavens emitting a sweet yellow glow aloft the cotton candy like white clouds which were slowly being scattered all across the sky.

He could tell the day was going to be long, gloomy and cloudy as he noticed the clouds slowly consume up the sun fully out of sight.

As he entered his room and donned upon the uniform, his fingers ran over the Robin insignia decorated over his chest.

"Is there a reason for this costume to be so….colourful?" 

Mary Grayson sat gracefully in front of Richard adjusting her posture to match his height. "Because when I see you up there Richard" 

She smiles as she affectionately puts her hand on the 'R' insignia on his dress. "-you make me think of a little Robin!" Her eyes twinkle in motherly amusement.

A soft smile brushes his face followed by him squeezing his eyes tightly as he inhales sharply, turning himself away from the mirror.

He opened one of the drawers of his nightstand, pulling out a small old picture encased in a wooden frame. He rubs his thumbs across the photo which had a couple smiling brightly at the camera with their hands on the son's shoulder who smiled naively. Robin's eyes soften.

"Ugh a Robin? Like the bird? You know kids my age get beat up for nicknames like that" 

John Grayson puts a hand over his shoulder as he teases, "How about we call you our flying squirrel? Better?" 

Dick smirks "You know Dad? I'm not the only one who looks like a loser" 

"A loser?!" His dad tries his best to look hurt only to give up the effort within seconds, succumbing to laughter "Ahhh I'll teach you!" He gives a bear hug to his wife and son who giggled.

Strolling down the hallway, as Robin made his way to the gym, he yet again looked through the transparent glass panel. The sky was grayish now and fully cloudy. It looked dull and almost lifeless, soul less mirroring his current being. 

"Looks like the circus is in town!" A man with a burning cigarette at his fingertips said confidently, his face was shrouded in shadows due to poor lighting.

"What do you want, Zucco?" Mr. Haley narrowed his eyes.

"Oh I'd like to think I'm here to help you, Mr. Haley…" He took a few steps forward, his face now revealed. He had mostly grey hair, a crooked face with a smirk on his lips.

"...for a small fee." He said with a smug face as he gestured his hand to the side, revealing a guy with rugged appearance accompanied by a well built muscle physique and a shaved head; the man cracked his knuckles instantly.

"My brothers and I shall provide your circus with…protection. You don't pay us-" Two other men wearing suits walked up from behind Haley, making the old man stiffen up in alert.

"You deal with strong men. Protection money and no accidents happen" The man sneered maliciously.

"Well I'm not gonna pay you a single cent, Zucco. Get out" The old man scowled.

"You are making a big mistake, Haley" The man hissed in a low voice.

Dick looked at the scene, hiding behind the large red curtain of the circus, a feeling of apprehension and fear blossoming in his chest. These men…they didn't seem like good people. 

"Oh? Looks like we might have a new guest here" The strange man named 'Zucco' pointed towards the little boy, slowly walking towards him.

Richard's eyes went wide as he froze in shock for a second. He quickly made haste and ran away to where his parents were.

Robin punches the punching bag with all his strength for the umpteenth time. He silently pants as he sees the damage he has done to the poor equipment which had bits of sand rolling down from the cracks on it's surface.

He stays silent as he slowly breathes in and out; regulating his breath to ease the maelstrom of emotions threatening to overcome him.

He stood there in complete silence for a few more minutes till he moved towards the bench where he took a sip out of his water bottle and wiped sweat off him with the towel he decided to keep around his neck, holding both of it's end by his hands.

He wasn't sure how much time has passed but the training session didn't really do him much favors. His gaze distant and downcast, a silent sigh escapes his lips.

It's truly been a whole year outside Gotham. Yet so many crazy adventures, finding great friends…building a team…bonding with them…them becoming his second family…the build of trust…encounter with Slade…being nearly killed by his hallucinogen- the list goes on and on.

 Life breezed by yet just like every year he felt a pang of longing for his parents, their absence haunting his very soul.

Every step he took since the beginning of the day felt mechanical, a series of motions which he can do with his eyes closed. He couldn't escape the memories nor the dam of emotions which threatened to break at any moment. Everything seemed to remind him of them-

The automated door of the common room opened with a swish as Robin descended the three stepped stairs, greeted by the sight of a certain sorceress resting by the counter of the kitchen with what seemed like a cup of tea emitting slight steam along with a book and a familiar Cyborg who was very absorbed preparing something. 

"Mornin' Rob" The man greeted with a smile. 

"Morning" He greets back in a tone slightly subdued and energy-less as he trots into the kitchen area, taking out his favorite cup of choice and the coffee powder.

Raven raises her eyes off the book she was reading to look at the Titan's leader concernedly. She could feel negative emotions originate from his being…She could feel the waves of hurt and pain washing over his soul. Something she'd felt when she saw through his- 

Her eyes widen as the gears in her head turn.

Could it be…? 

Noticing the tone of his usually energetic friend, Cyborg asked softly, "Hey, everything all right man?" 

"Yeah, everything's fine" Robin glanced back with a small smile as he poured his beverage in a cup.

Cyborg didn't look very convinced but chose not to say anything on the matter, he didn't fail to notice how slow or deliberate his steps are or how his shoulders are slightly slumped. He looks at Raven as if asking for an answer who matches his gaze with an concerned yet unreadable expression.

"Robin, if there's something-" The sorceress hovered over to him.

The Boy Wonder took a few steps back. "I'm fine, really- There's nothing to worry about" 

Before the conversation could continue any further, the door opened up to reveal an enthusiastic Tamaranean flying towards her allies.

"A Glorious Morning to you all, my friends!" She greeted in her usual cheerful way.

"Hey there, Star" Cyborg smiled.

"Morning" Raven monotoned.

Meanwhile, Robin settled down on a kitchen bar stool on the other side of the counter as he took a sip out of his cup; two seats away from Raven which didn't escape her observation.

Starfire sat right beside Robin in one of the empty tools.

"Good Morning, Robin!" Starfire smiled.

"Morning to you too, Star" Robin replies back with a small smile as he removes his gaze from her, taking another sip of the beverage at hand, slowly getting lost in his thoughts. 

 Her eyebrows furrowed. She couldn't help but feel something was wrong with him. He's usual energetic aura seemed almost… muted. Normally he'd at least attempt for a small talk with her but today…he seemed quieter than ever.

"Is something troubling your heart today, friend? You seem-" Starfire asks gently.

He held a brief pause. 

"No, It's nothing really- Just a little tired" He replied back with a soft smile.

"Are you sure…? You donot seem to be your usual …self this morning-" Starfire asks in concern.

The Boy Wonder's smile wavers ever so slightly as he shifts uncomfortably unable to fully maintain his facade.

"It's nothing to worry about, Star." Robin responded.

Starfire didn't look convinced at the least as she continued to look at him. Her gaze fell to her other two friends who shook their head; exchanging a knowing yet concerned glance with her. 

The kitchen area fell in silence as the atmosphere became somber, a silent worry for their friend filling up the air.

Trying to lighten up the mood, Cyborg chimed in with a grin, "Yo Robin, bet your tiredness would go away by today's special!"

He pulls out three big plates with a huge stack of waffles on each plate which were lavishly covered in maple syrup with the toppings of whipped cream, blueberries and strawberries arranged in such a way to create a smiling face. 

"Cyborg's Breakfast Explosion Special: WAFFLES!" Cyborg declared excitedly as he laid the three plates to each of his friends. Starfire's eyes lit up brightly almost instantly as Raven failed to hide the smile forming on her face. "You know you want it~" He gestures his hand over his mouth as if he were whispering while he wiggled his eyebrows.

Robin blinks at his friend's sudden enthusiasm. His lips curl up in a faint smile. "Waffles, huh?" 

"Thanks Cy" He remarks in a soft voice with a slight touch of sadness yet managing a small, appreciative smile on his face.

"The waffles are delectable!" Starfire cheered.

"I have to admit these waffles aren't bad. I might even finish the plate….if I don't die off the sugar overdose first" Raven remarked dryly as she took one more bite off the food with the syrup dripping from her fork.

Cyborg snorted. "Whatever suits you, little lady"

He dragged his own plate of waffles out and dug in.

Looking at others and gaining enough courage, Robin picks up his fork and takes a small bite but as he eats he realizes he really isn't that hungry. He took another bite of the waffle but with each bite, it started to become increasingly difficult for him to eat.

Normally, he'd wholeheartedly enjoy his friend's delicious meal but today…the lump in his throat seems to grow and the food becomes almost tasteless as he chews it slowly.

And that's when the automated door slid open again revealing a certain green changeling.

"Well guess who decided to show up early!" Cyborg smirked. 

"Hey! I'm not that late!" Beast Boy argues back.

"Never said you were" Cyborg grins as he takes another big bite.

"Touché" BB remarks as he sits right next to their leader who silently fiddled with his food using the fork.

"Yoo! You made waffles?!" Beast Boy exclaimed. "Aw man, where'd my part go?!" 

"Maybe they turned into a waffle-shaped chameleon and escaped. Better keep an eye out for the foot prints" Raven deadpanned.

Cyborg bursts out in laughter as tears come to his eyes. "Oh man that was a good one" He remarks as he wipes away the said tear. Starfire could be heard giggling in the background.

A soft, small smile makes it's way into Robin's face as he watches the banter and laughter, appreciating the camaraderie of his friends. He wanted to laugh along with them yet he felt so…distant. The smile on his face comes to a halt as his lips curl into a straight line, his mind delving into deeper thoughts.

"As for your waffles, here you go 'B" Cyborg smiles as he slides the changeling's portion to him.

Beast Boy grins as he scoops his fork down. "Thanks big guy! You are the best you know that" 

As he takes a big bite, Beast Boy notices Robin not eating, instead fiddling with the food using his fork.

"Dude you gotta try these out! They are like a party in your mouth!" BB commented, munching on his waffles as he took notice of his friend's quieter than usual demeanor as well.

Cracking a small smile, Robin stood up as he replied back "Maybe a bit later, Beast Boy." 

"I have a few paperworks left in my office that I need to take care of. Enjoy them for me, though" 

Before anyone else could say anything, Beast Boy asked out worriedly "B- But you haven't even eaten properly! You've barely touched those waffles, man!"  

The Titan's leader, already by the exit; eyes downcast in the mist of sorrow as the door swished open, paused for a moment but then he replied softly "I'm really not that hungry…if you need me though, you know where to look" 

As he leaves, the others share a look of concern amongst themselves, the worry for their leader ever increasing.

"He's really not himself today…" Cyborg sighed.

"I feel worried about his well being…" Starfire's eyes soften as she continued to look at the now empty seat. "Is there truly nothing we can do to help him from whatever might be troubling him?" 

Beast Boy looked at his friend's faces as he puts his fork down, feeling upset. His eyes suddenly widen as he looks at Raven. 

"The Bond! Rae, you and Robin, you've got that whole mind-link thing right? You should know what's wrong with him! Please tell us" He pleads earnestly.

Starfire's eyes widen at the same realization. "Yes friend Raven! Please tell us what is wrong with him…for you have the ability to shed some light in the situation! If I recall correctly, you did once mention that you vaguely saw through his memories when the bond was established-" She asks in concern, a slight tone of desperation leaking into her tone

"Raven, they're right. If something is hurting him…we should support him in whatever we can…He is a family to us." Cyborg added in,  his tone carrying a sense of anxiety.

Raven looks at all of them as she thinks about the situation deeply herself. "Even if I do…Robin deserves his own privacy, I can't just invade his thoughts without his consent. That's a breach of privacy even if it's for a good reason. Robin values his privacy and I respect that" 

The other exchange looks at each other.

"I understand where you are coming from Rae but…think about it. If he's hurting badly inside and won't open up what's wrong then isn't knowing what's wrong the first step to help him?" Cyborg silently asks.

Raven opens her mouth to say anything but Starfire speaks up as she clasps her own hands "Raven please…if there is something we can do to ease his pain, we must at least try" 

"Raven, there's gotta be something you know that we don't…" Beast Boy says hesitantly as his ears droop down in sadness. 

The sorceress pauses as she regards their words. Her mind torn between her concerns for Robin and his wish for respecting privacy.

From the shared experience they had which led to her unintentionally seeing glimpses of his whole life's memories, she did know the day carries significant emotional weight for him although the actual reason was a mystery, even to her. She did have her own theory; something she pieced together as she analyzed the fragments of memories she did end up remembering.

"I…" Raven hesitated as she looked down and clenched her fists. 

"I get your point but… I won't do anything invasive of his privacy for it is not my place to share. If he wants to talk then he would." She says with determination.

The others lower their heads and gazes down in sadness as their eyes soften.

"But I do have a sense of what he might be going through today and my own theory" Raven added in hesitantly.

This made the others turn their heads and full attention towards her.

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Finishing his paperwork much sooner than he, himself, anticipated; Robin sat at the edge of the rooftop of the Titans Tower, his legs dangling off at the side as he gazes at the city skyline. A cool breeze rustles his hair as he continues to watch the metropolis, lost in thought.

He doesn't notice the rain beginning to fall. 

The soft raindrops pattered gently against the rooftop, creating a soothing rhythm. The city lights shimmered through the mist causing a soft, ethereal glow over everything. 

The rain provided a comforting backdrop to Robin's thoughts as if the heavens themselves were offering him a respite.

He closed his eyes, letting the cool rain drops touch his face. In this quiet moment, he allowed himself to remember his parents…their laughter, their smiles, their time together, their unwavering support…the day of their- 

Robin flinches as his downcasted eyes glistened. He still remembers the scene of his parent's death vividly. Shivers still run down his spine even today. It torments him to this day. The gasps of the audience, the horrified screams, the sickening thud which followed as the trapeze wire snapped. It was so vivid that it was as if he were reliving it all over again. The helplessness he felt…the overwhelming grief he felt….it was all there…etched into his mind.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles going white as he fought to suppress the pain that threatened to consume him.

The rooftop which provided a quiet sanctuary and solace to him, had become a battleground of emotions and memories…he couldn't escape it no matter how hard he tried…It was a part of him, something which made him into what he is today.

Tears welled up into his eyes, threatening to pour out of his mask. He couldn't break down now.

He took a deep, shuddering breath as he forced himself to look at the skyline once more, determined to push the memories back into the depths of his mind. 

He can't let them see him like this…

He trusts them with his life, he loves them like his own family and yet… his heart becomes heavy in guilt and sorrow. He can't tell them. He is their leader…he can't let them see his vulnerability to his team-mates…it wasn't…ethical…

He is supposed to be the pillar of strength to his friends, the one who holds them together through their darkest hours; a leader had to be strong, unyielding, unbreakable, a one who would shield them from harm both emotional and physical……To reveal his vulnerability felt like a betrayal of that duty.

If they saw him falter…it would shake their confidence…sowing the seeds of doubt, disrupting the unity of the team.

What good of a leader would he be if he can't even do his job right? 

More tears threatened to spill as he grips the edge. He couldn't afford to break down now. He needs to be the leader they needed him to be even if it means burying his own pain deep inside.

He took in another steadying breath, determined to regain his composure with a resolve as he pushed back his memories back to the recesses of his mind. He was the leader, he cannot afford to be weak. 

Slowly, he stood up from the perch of the roof's edge. As he was about to head back inside, he heard the faint sound of the rooftop's door creaking open. He turned to see his fellow Titans standing at it's opening, their faces etched with concern and worry.

Unbeknownst to him, his teammates had grown increasingly concerned and worried when they couldn't find him anywhere in the tower. His subdued demeanor from earlier, Raven's revelation and later her feeling immensely intense emotions originating from him didn't help at all.

Without a word, they rushed towards him, their footsteps splashing through the rain-soaked roof-top. 

Before he could even react, they enveloped into a group hug. Raven reaching him first, her empathetic gaze meeting his troubled one. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight yet comforting hug. Cyborg, Starfire and Beast Boy joining in the endeavor as they formed a protective circle around him.

The embrace was warm and comfortable. There were no words, just the soothing embrace of his friends and the pattering of rain around them. Rain poured upon them, drenching them to the bone but no one seemed to care. 

Robin felt his defenses crumble in the face of their unwavering support and love.

 In that moment, he let himself be vulnerable as he buried his face in Raven's shoulder, tears mixing with the raindrops as he finally allowed himself to grieve.

In that moment, still embraced by his friends, he felt a mixture of relief and gratitude wash over him. He had tried to hide his pain but his team had seen through that facade. 

In that moment, he realised he didn't have to be an unyielding pillar of strength all the time, his friends were there for him, ready to provide him the unyielding support and love he needed. 

The rain washed away his pain, cleansing his wounded soul. 

As it continued to fall, the titans held their friend close, offering him comfort and understanding that he was never alone, he always had them. 

It was a silent acknowledgement that they were a team bound not only by their powers and missions but also by the deep roots of friendship, love and compassion that united them. In their unity, they found strength and in Robin's vulnerability, they found a deeper connection that would carry them through even at the darkest of days.

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[sa-bo]

Genuinely need a break from this arc real quick why does One Piece delve so deep into the ethics of war this arc, like holy shit I'm gonna fucking die

[lannisterdaddyissues]

trying some new pairings in my current awakening playthrough and every single one of them is canon in my mind now

[dukeofthomas]

Why Jason Todd doesn't believe in Batman's idea of ''justice'', or his way of doing things.

[bhaalsdeepbat]

You see the thing about DC Comics is that the comics don't matter and they're gonna just pick and choose their Canon every new run anyways so you might as well live a little and pick and choose YOUR preferred canon.

[theha1r]

since we’re talking christmas/sad christmas stuff on the dash … now feels like a good time as any to repost this headcanon …

so here's a sad thought: steve has spent most christmases alone since he was ten. aka when his parents stopped being home for christmas. and even before when they were there, it wasn't always great. christmas felt like more of a thing for show, than to actually celebrate and be together. another thing to dress up for, attend some fancy dinner for his dad's company, not be allowed to open gifts until they got home. and the gifts were never very personalized, just generic things a kid would like - considering they never really knew exactly what steve liked. and then it'd be a pat on his head from his dad, a hug from his mom and he'd be sent to bed. and then after they stopped being home, the first couple years they'd send a card at least but then even that stopped happening. steve got pretty resigned to just spending christmas alone and not doing much for it, not even bothering to decorate most years not that the decorations they had were anything special, all flashy, expensive things his mother had bought that again just made christmas feel like something for show. he might exchange gifts with the party and co/robin, but he'd never tell any of them he doesn't have anyone to spend christmas with, lest they invite him and he ends up imposing on their christmas. no, he could never do that. so he just accepts it, watches one or two christmas movies and calls it a day.

[ew-selfish-art]

DpxDc AU: Tim as a child was never given a lot of information regarding the scribbling messy handwriting that appeared over night all over his arms- naturally he came to his own conclusions.

Tim Drake was home entirely alone at 9 years old and was about to go out for the night to test his brand new long exposure camera lens when he sees the writing on his arm. It’s not English, like he assumed it was at first, but it was using the alphabet to represent… Tim isn’t bad at math but this formula is complex for his little genius brain.

Looking at his camera, he decides he can spare a moment to look it up, solve it, and get back out into old town Gotham in time for Batman and Robin’s final patrol lap. He does just that, finding the problem to relate to some aerospace engineering and then quickly deduces what laws and theorems need to be applied. He finds a pen, writes down his findings in much neater handwriting onto his arm, and goes out. It’s barely a remarkable night at all. He gets a much more memorable photo of Robin roundhouse kicking a hench person.

Things just continued on that way. Tim would find some complex math, physics or chemistry prompt on his arm (surrounded by various question marks or notes or sad faces)- he’d answer it as best he could and move on with his life. Perhaps his parents were manifesting these pop quizzes? Perhaps his subconscious felt guilty about abandoning his studies for more Bat related pursuits? Tim really didn’t care to think much about it once he became Robin- there was too much on his plate and too many peoples problems for him to fix.

Notably, however, after the attack at the Tower, the pop quiz appeared and Tim wrote back that he wouldn’t be able to find an answer to this one. It was the only time Tim questioned the markings appearance and it was because the next thing that appeared was “Hope you feel better soon.”

… his parents wouldn’t include that on a pop quiz. Cursed then. Tim decided it must be a curse, whatever, he’d deal with the implications later in life.

Tim then has the worst year of his life, hes 15, no longer Robin and the questions from his curse are getting less math oriented and more… philosophical. A lot of mentions of death that, in hindsight helped him actually grieve, and a lot of theories about dark matter and souls. Tim answers back as best he can but he’s drained and his answers aren’t very good in his opinion. He gets minimal feedback.

It all comes to a point that he’s at a family dinner, Bruce is at the head of the table, Jason has promised just to stay for dessert, Damian hasn’t thrown a single insult his way and Steph was laughing at him- when a new theoretical model appears on his arm.

“You’re just as bad as Bruce, Timberly. Hiding a soulmate from all of us, how fucking typical.” Jason points out, while watching Tim scribble back some math with a question mark onto his arm.

“A what? No, this is just a curse. I get pop quizzes every now and then.” Tim bats away Steph who rapidly approaches and began to analyze his arm (the rest of the family isn’t far behind).

“Drake. Explain how you came to this conclusion.” Damian seems more curious than anything, if his lack of insults was anything to go off of.

“Since I was young I’ve had at least weekly math check ins, I never had a parent or anyone else around so I assumed my parents had me cursed to ensure I stayed on top of my studies. Sometimes it’s physics or chemistry, for a while there it was a ton of philosophy and behavioral psychology.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Master Tim, I believe the lack of adults in your life has led you towards a false conclusion. That is most certainly a soulmate mark. The individual to whom you are responding is undoubtedly your other half.” Alfred attempts to calm the room before explaining to Tim. Tim isnt sure if he believes the butler, though Alfred only very rarely lied, so he grabs the pen once more. He writes his first question back: “Who am I to you?”

The room waits in anticipation and within moments a brand new line appears on Tim’s arm and he is vindicated: “We do math together???”

——

The reason Danny is failing English is because his built in homework helper sucks ass at metaphors and has apparently never read any classic literature. The tutor on his arm is great at puzzles and math tho.

Danny gets a reply back one night that he wasn’t expecting (Who am I to you?) and he mentions it to Jazz. Who goes insane that Danny didn’t even question it and just went with “meh, probably haunted” as his explanation for the phenomenon for all these years.

Apparently, if Jazz was right, he had a soulmate who was uh, super fucking smart. That was an overwhelming thought.

The next day Danny is in crisis mode and writes back “Wait, WHAT AM I TO YOU??? Can I help on your homework??”

Danny gets vindicated when the writing on his arm presents a shit ton of dates and information for an unsolved Gotham cold case. See, Haunted.

———

Eventually between Danny becoming the top candidate for astrophysics at Wayne Enterprises and Tim Drake being outed as having contributed tips to the GCPD that solved cold cases- they meet and realize just how dumb they’ve been.

[jasontoddspussy]

i kinda wanna write a short crack-ish time travel au where 12 year old jason swaps places with 22 year old jason bcs it'd be so fkn funny everyone would be so concerned. bcs like jaybin was not the angry kid fandom seems to think????? he was so sweet?? he listened, he was happy-go-lucky and wanted to help, found wonder in everything (robin gave him magic) and he was just so full of life and hope

so im just imagining:

titans: so hows it going with robin? you havent really talked about him or complained about his goody-two shoes sunshine-ness for a while. you good?

dick: well, uh. you see.

titans: also, who's the body-guard?

jason:

dick: so uh. this is.. future? robin..?

jason, 6'4 built like an idustrial fridge and a heavy aura of ''i can and will break your neck if you look at me the wrong way'' and voice gravelly from either the scar tissue or smoking or both: sup

titans:

titans: (just. stares. uncomprehending)

More under the cut V

just got like a funny picture in my head of like. a time travel AU where jason either swaps places with his younger self or somth idk but they're like sitting quietly eating breakfast and it's all fun and good but then a magical poof ensues and bam. adult jason is sitting there and jason is very confused bcs like yeah he was in fact sitting and about to eat but that had been at the nest with tim across him and maybe dick or damian snoring away on the couch in the next room.

meanwhile, dick and bruce and alf are all.. very confused bcs 1) baby jay just vanished. not only is the kid gone but in his place is a man who sorta looks like jay. (i headcanon jay as trans, this was before he came out.. tho i do have aus where he doesnt get to come out to anyone but tim, who makes a secret grave in his honor and doesn't out him.)

and bruce is like.

b: caroline...? is that you?

jay: (blinks) hm. congratulations, it's a boy. (jazzhands).

2. this man looks like he's seen the worst things humanity can offer, not to mention the very extensive scarring *covering every visible inch of his body* and the creepy either white eyes or green eyes.

and now he's sititng with just bruce and a very young looking dick and all of them just stare at each other and all jay can say is "fuckin' hell. seriously?" and groans bcs he did not want to deal with bruce. at all.

3. this man is not as surprised to be there as he should be.

jasons really not pleased with the situation but it is what it is and he's like just call constantine or zatanna or whatever. meanwhile everyone else is too busy staring at the fact jason, tiny jay, is taller than freakin' bruce and built like an industrial fridge (that isnt from lowes). none of them know how to feel about this

just like.

"you're.. awfully calm about this."

"eh, i've seen weirder." it is unsaid but jay is thinking of discowing.

n the three of them just has no idea how to treat this adult jason. this jason who seems.. familiar but so, so very different. obviously something must've happened bcs the guy looks like he's been in a freaking zombie apocalypse. and jays just like i cant wait to be home i hate this place, and makes the most unnerving comments here and there that just makes the others more confused. like.

"you can sleep in your old..? room. we will need to look for a change of clothes, though."

"ill use a guest room, i'm not setting a foot in that shrine."

"as you can see by this footage it's possible-"

"oh, that's not who killed him. look there, that's a falcone mark. this wasn't random but premediated."

"hm why are you even bothering with this case? listen - that's the sound of a skull being crushed, not the sound of an arm breaking, duh."

and they just get more confused and concerned

jason is a giant man made of muscle and rage and everyone is left reeling cause something happened to him, but he wont say what, and everyone keeps trying to guess and he doesnt clarify anything and obs no one is thinking "he died, got revived, turned into a zombie, pumped through HRT rage edition, becamea crime lord, was killed by his dad who chose to save his murderer, thrown into arkham by his older brother, broken out by his younger brother/boyfriend, made his own team of outlaws and put himself back together, only then starting to reconcile with some of the bats"

when they finally figure out how to get him back, someone, maybe baby timmers guesses "you were turned into a zombie" as a joke and jay finger guns him and says "yep" and then back jumps into the portal to get him back to his own time

meanwhile baby jason has the time of his life

not only is he apparently tall, *but* dick likes him?? he's apparently done a lot of good for crime alley??? he has a brother? boyfriend? both?? who looks up to him and is both very familiar yet he doesnt recognise him at all, and a younger brother who also looks up to him and is very protective and reminds him of like a small cat?????

dicks like we gotta get so many pictures of you!!! and jays like super confused but also like ok???

he can obviously tell that somethings up that theyre not telling him. but honestly the fact that it's like a decade into the future and he has so many people who loves him??? he decides its a problem for future him.

everyone is just very happy bruce is away on a mission in space.

[cokou]

hello dear cokou! could you possible write a Law/strawhat!reader during their time at punk hazard. Law gravitates towards them since they aren’t as rowdy as the rest of the crew. i’m sorry if i didn’t articulate myself well, english isnt my first language.

Note ✉* ~ I LOVEE THIS REQUEST ANON, thank you so so much for requesting♥️ Also most of this contains some spoilers and non-spoils lelll! || Do not translate, transfer, or reform, this is my only account (exp. Ao3), will not be cross posted anywhere. || 𖤐٭┆Masterlist

Summary* ~ Law thinks you're less of a nuisance to be a Strawhat. Warnings* ~ SPOILERS FOR PUNK HAZARD! Shit writing || Genre* ~ SFW

ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵐᵘˢᶦᶜ, ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ?

It surely was one of the most unsurprising things your Captain's ever done. Without anyone's opinion at all, HE decided that Trafalgar, will set up an alliance with your crew. WITHOUT asking for negative reactions at all, of course it's a typical thing that usually happens all the time by the pirate crew.

Law implies that he would be helping around with the Straw Hats in order to complete his far goal. Not even an hour in with Luffy and the other Straw Hats, he already grew veins on his forehead that were about to pop from the annoyance he received from all of their bullshits.

Zoro and Sanji kept fighting, Nami was beating Luffy up, and Franky kept screaming 'super' while everyone was in the middle of a fight. Not even Robin could comprehend with whatever was happening, it was all so noisy for the love of God. The snow was was violently raining upon you guys and your coat was starting to not help at all. You distance yourself apart from everyone to get away from their abominations.

Law follows right behind you, slowly catching up with you.

"Are they always like this?" Law asks.

"They have always been, sorry about their stupid behaviours." You sigh whilst looking back to see how the fight was going, it was toning down, yet it was still loud.

"All i'm gonna ask is how you comprehend yourself with them all the time."

"I usually isolate myself from them when a fight breaks out, which is every single day. It's been a constant routine for me." You give him a laugh.

Law frowns at the thought of bearing with them every single day and shook his head in disapprovement. You two ended up eating the time avoiding the fight in utter silence, sometimes offering questions to each other to lessen the boredom and awkwardness of the time being.

The fight stops (suprisingly) after a huge snowball got flung onto them and crushing them like pancakes.

"Where did that snowball come from?!" You shrieked.

"Don't tell them it was me." Law smiles and you two laughed your asses about it.

Ever since then Law pretty much gravitates towards you whenever you all are about to go somewhere, it's not because he likes you (he does), it's simply because you're much more chiller and less loud than everyone from the crew. You had sticked with Law as he gives you the peace that you surely deserve.

Course— not everything simply comes to a happy ending, the Navy reaches Punk Hazard. Law was more than able to meet them as he exited Caesar's lab, he picked up a fight with Vice Admiral Smoker and managed to take his heart and exchange it with their captain, Tashigi. Afterwards, he left and met you, and the straw hats once again.

Law darts towards you, completely dodging Luffy's handshake, making Luffy feel dismay.

"I don't think attacking them was a good idea."

"Would you rather die than fight the navy?" Law skeptically asked.

"No way!" You chuckle.

Towards the whole day, you spent time looking at unfamiliar things that you havent seen before. You found an ice-like flower (no its not in one piece😢), and suprisingly found out that it was used to make a certain medicine, said Law. On the way to the mountains, Law and you, got into some 'little' chatters thinking that everyone was following.

"Where are they?!" You yelped.

"Maybe they got lost." Law sighs.

Correction, BOTH of you got lost. You two retraced your steps but was disappointed as the heavy snowfall refrained you two from going back to the same direction as the last time. You two were led into the big crater parting the burning lands and the ice lands.

"OOI! (Name)! Tra-guy!" Luffy waved at the opposite side of the crater.

"Luffy?? how did you guys get there?!" You screamed.

"We swam the crater!" Another correction, Zoro and Sanji swam them into the other side.

Law grabs your clothes and walked backwards to the direction you came from.

"I really don't wanna spend time with those idiots."

"You allied with us so you have to."

Law thinks so carefully that he thought an alliance with the straw hats would be a great idea, although it gave him lots of stress more, he'd be grateful someone with the same humor and interest with him was on the ship nonetheless. Because, he won't be able to take the stupid personalities of the men aboard of the straw hats. He's atleast happy that he gets to experience 99% of there stupidity with you. (You two aren't happy anymore)

Author's note ✉* ~ I really brainstormed on what to write here, I haven't reached rhis part of Punk Hazard yet😭😭 I can say this request was hard to make but i will 100% do all requests for my dear supporters! Love yall :'D.

©Cokou 2024, all works belong to me.

[stevie-petey]

dibs

“Jinx!” Again, they say this at the same time. They both groan, and without any other words, they jump into an intense game of rock, paper, scissors.  “One, two, three!” Steve holds out a rock, Robin does as well, and the two teens almost strangle one another.  They try again, this time they both land on paper, and Robin throws her head back in frustration. “I’m not good at math, but this cannot be statistically possible.”

Summary: do the laws of dibs still apply if steve and robin see you at the same time ???

Rating: general, some swearing

Warnings: swearing, fem!reader, use of y/n

Words: 1.4k

Before you swing in: this is for my beloved val (@southelroy), and i was so excited to try my hand at writing robin and steve together <3 this is a very silly fic, not at all meant to be realistic or serious, and it isnt proofread so pls enjoy n beware !

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According to the ancient rules of “dibs”, the first person who sees the desired one has the rightful claim of dibs. Anyone else present during this time must obey this sacred rule, respecting the fact that the other has laid claim first. It’s an old, ancient tradition, held up for centuries through faithful friendships. 

It’s a solid system, really.

Except Steve and Robin see you walk into Family Video on the same day, at the same time, together. 

You walk in, hair slightly wet from the rain and your eyes bright, and smile at the two of them shyly. Setting down your umbrella, you unbutton your raincoat and look around the store. “Sorry, is it okay if I hide out in here for a bit? My umbrella broke and I really don’t feel like catching a cold.”

Steve and Robin stare at you, wide eyed and in shock. They’ve never seen you before, they surely would’ve remembered your face if they had, and their brains short circuit simultaneously. 

When they don’t say anything, you cautiously walk up to the counter and laugh nervously. “Uh, hello? I can leave, if that’s what you’re trying to say.”

“No!” Steve shouts, panicked that the word “leave” has left your very pretty and pink mouth. When you flinch at his raised voice, he quickly clears his throat and lowers his voice. “I–uh, I mean… No, no. You can stay–please! I mean, if you don’t mind, ‘cause, ya know, it’s raining–”

“What my coworker here is trying to say is that you can definitely stay.” Robin interrupts, admiring the way the raindrops in your hair seem to form a halo. “In fact, why don’t you have a look around? We have plenty of movies.”

You smile at Robin, which she practically melts seeing. “Thanks, you guys are lifesavers. I’m here visiting my cousin, and he said I should stop by anyways.”

“What, do we know him?” Steve asks, finally finding his voice again. 

“His name is Dustin Henderson, if that helps. He’s a freshman at Hawkins, said he stops here sometimes–”

“Dustin Henderson is your cousin?” Steve and Robin say at the same time, completely taken aback. 

You laugh. “Ya know, I’ve gotten that a lot since being in Hawkins. I take it he’s well known?”

“Oh, he’s definitely well known.” Robin snorts, thinking about how many people would scream at the idea of more Hendersons running around the world. 

But if they’re anything like you, then Robin thinks she’d love to be invited to a Henderson family reunion. Immediately. 

“Well,” you smile again at the two teens, amused by their weird dynamic. You can see why Dustin likes them so much. “Since I’m stuck here for a while and I promised Dustin I’d get a movie, I’m gonna take a look around as suggested.”

You pause, now realizing you haven’t asked for their names, and you gasp. “I’m so sorry! What are your names? I feel horrible for not even asking.”

“You could never do any wrong,” Steve sighs dreamily, leaning against the counter in what he hopes is a cool looking pose. “I’m Steve, Steve Harrington.”

He sticks his hand out for you to shake, which you accept with a slight giggle. He’s odd, but incredibly endearing even if he’s currently standing against the counter like a middle-aged man. “I’m Y/N Henderson.” 

Robin, sensing what Steve is trying to do, hip checks the boy so that he falls onto the ground. “And I’m Robin Buckley, the better half of this duo.”

Like hell she’s going to allow him to flirt with you. 

Her declaration makes you laugh, even as poor Steve groans on the floor in pain. You wink at her, amused by her charm, and start to walk towards the movie aisles. “Oh, I believe that.”

Steve scrambles back up, and the second you’re out of earshot, he and Robin immediately shout at the same time, “Dibs!”

“Jinx!” Again, they say this at the same time. They both groan, and without any other words, they jump into an intense game of rock, paper, scissors. 

“One, two, three!” Steve holds out a rock, Robin does as well, and the two teens almost strangle one another. 

They try again, this time they both land on paper, and Robin throws her head back in frustration. “I’m not good at math, but this cannot be statistically possible.”

“Okay, let’s think about this.” Steve holds a finger up to indicate that he’s speaking, which Robin scoffs at. “I saw her first, so–”

“Uh, news flash, dingus: I saw her first.”

“Were you dropped as a child? I clearly saw her first–”

“Actually,” your voice causes both Robin and Steve to turn in horror, realizing too late that you’ve been standing behind them, listening in. “You both saw me at the same time, so I’m not sure how the rule of dibs applies here.”

“We…” Steve gapes at you, speechless. 

Robin is no better, her face burns horribly. “We think… You’re pretty?”

“Well, I gathered that much.” You laugh again, and the sound is enough for both Steve and Robin to forget all their worries and admire how delicate it is. Then, holding up two dvd’s, you place them on the counter. “I’ll take these, please.”

Robin looks down at your movie selection, seeing The Breakfast Club and The Outsiders, and her heart drops. “Just… Just these?”

“Mhm,” you nod, unsure why her demeanor has suddenly changed. “Is there something wrong with my movie selection?”

Steve looks at Robin and he knows immediately what’s wrong. She absolutely hates your taste in movies, which he’s ecstatic over. He lets out a whoop and first bumps the air. “Yes! She’s mine!”

“Shut up, you moron!” Robin screeches, embarrassed and infuriated. She cannot believe that this is happening to her right now, in front of a very pretty girl, no less. Closing her eyes, Robin takes a deep breath and turns to you. “Please excuse my friend, he’s allergic to pretty girls.”

“Hey, that’s not true–”

You cross your arms at Robin, an amused smile on your face. “What’s so wrong with my taste in movies?”

“Nothing!” When you raise your eyebrow at her, Robin accepts her fate and gives in. She knows she’s done for now. “It’s just… It’s incredibly bland.”

“I happen to think your taste is impeccable, Y/N.” Steve butts in, batting his eyelashes at you for added effect.

Robin watches, with pure disgust, as it works. Steve’s charm gets you to laugh once more, and you even lean closer to his side of the counter. You place a hand on his arm. “I’m honored to have you on my side, then.”

Stupid Harrington and his stupid male species. 

While you and Steve exchange gross lovey-dovey glances, Robin rings up your movie rentals with disdain. 

“That will be $5.25, please.” She mumbles, crestfallen. 

You tear your eyes away from Steve’s and notice the jealousy and hurt on Robin’s face. You frown, feeling bad for being the cause of this. She seems like a sweet girl, and Dustin spoke highly of her, so you know she’s someone special. Taking some cash out of your purse, you hand it to Robin and catch her eye. 

“Hey, listen to me real quick.” Robin looks up, despite not wanting to, but your eyes are too pretty not to look into. When you have her attention, you turn to Steve. “Can you give us a second?”

He looks bewildered. “What? Why?”

“If you leave now, I’ll give you my number.”

“Yes ma��am!” Steve hops over the counter and goes to sort some movies, leaving you alone with Robin. 

Once he’s gone, you lean in close to her. “I understand what you’re going through.”

Her eyes widen, terrified she’s been caught. “W–what? No, I think you’ve gotten this all wrong–”

“It’s okay,” you grab her hand, gently take it between yours. “We’re more alike than you may think, and while I’m flattered, you’re too young.”

Robin knows she should be devastated by this, but all she hears is, “So… Let’s say ten years from now, if you happen to visit Dustin again…”

You laugh, she’s got such a spark to her. “You’ll have to figure out the whole ‘dibs’ thing by then with Steve.”

“I saw you first!” Steve shouts from somewhere in the aisles, before a giant crash follows. A few seconds pass, and then, much quieter this time, he shouts, “I’m fine!”

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[dawnofdeathh]

hshdhdjdnd aventurine and sunday headcannons with s/o (nb) who loves princess treatment😭😭(i was thinking about it for too long....)

OIUGH7G FINALLY A SUNDAY ASK I WAS JUST ABT TO WRITE HIM BEFOE I GOT THIS ASK!!!!this is literally so cute.. im giggling and kicking my feet while writing this... srry if it isnt ALLL abt the princess treatment and got angsty in the end i got carried away.. 😔😔😔

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Sunday n Aventurine with an s/o who likes princess treatment....

Aventurine

-wanna be treated like a princess? hes already ready to do anything you ask for.

-when you guys are shopping n if anything caught your interest, its yours. no matter what the price hes getting it for you.

-you will never have to feel lonely when avens with you, you want kisses? hes dropping anything hes doing atm, no matter how important it is, and kissing alllll over your face, neck arms and hands...

-craving something specific to eat? he'll search alll over whatever planet yall are on for it, and get it for you, even if it takes all day, you will have that treat.

-definitely does not want you to get tired or be in pain when you guys are out together, if you like wearing heels and your feet get tried hes extremely welling to take wear your heels for you (not surprisingly, hes rlly good at walking in heels for a long time)

-overall, Aven would do anything to make sure your happy, comfortable and treated properly, sometimes he'll break down infront of you, thinking hes not a good lover, and he doesnt deserve you at all hes scared he might lose you and start blaming himself just like with his family..

Sunday

-oohohoh get ready for the spoiling of ypur life. princess treatment? sunday only knows queen treatment.

-yk that line in the tb quest when robin asked sunday why he doesnt eat sweet things anymore? ik it has lots of sad lore behind it but i like to think he gives all his sweet treats to you. nothing makes him happier then your smiling face when he pushes his piece of cake towards you....

-also you will never move a single limb when your with sunday. you need to clean your house? sunday has servants from The Family clean and cook at a flick of a finger.

-he will try to text and call you every 2 hours when hes busy, asking if your ok and if you need anything...

-i hc that sunday doesnt rlly know how to show affection towards anyone and his kisses are awkward and inexperienced so instead he just nudges his wings against your cheek, the soft preened feathers tickling against your skin...

-Sunday isnt a perfect partner, since hes always on abt the order, and he definitely sometimes locks himself away from anyone. but your definitely one of the very few people he cares abt...

[overlyspecific]

Part 4 of Merlin as Robin Hood

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

The results are in, it was pretty neck and neck so i’ll try to get the other option posted pretty quick here too. This part gets a little dark towards the end so warning for injuries and angst for the future (whats merthur without a little trauma, you cant do hurt/comfort without the hurt).

Gwaine: *carrying a crate of fresh apples into the small clearing they’ve made into a hideout* I just don’t get it. Why would he risk getting captured just to see someone who would run him through first chance he got?

Lancelot: *smiling a little to himself* Oh, you don’t know the first thing about it, friend. You should have seen them when Merlin worked as his manservant. He would spend all night saving the castle with magic just to yelled at all morning by Arthur because he forgot to polish one piece of armor.

Gwaine: *he takes a seat on his makeshift hammock and takes a swig from his suspiciously ale-smelling water skin* I just don’t get why he cares so much about him. We do good work here stealing from rich douchebags and giving to people in need. I dont see what is so different about Arthur, isnt he the worst of the worst for rich douchebags? Merlin himself calls him a prat.

Lancelot: oh I see whats going on…

Gwaine: what?

Lancelot: You’re jealous.

Gwaine: No, I’m not. Look, Merlin’s great. I just don’t like him risking everything for someone who has proven they wont do the same.

Lancelot: and what? you would be better for him?

Gwaine: I could be, at least I wouldnt toss him out to fend for himself in the woods all alone.

Merlin: *returning from his forest meeting with Arthur catching the tail end of the conversation* Gwaine, I appreciate the sentiment, but no offense you werent there and *turning to lancelot* neither were you Lance. You don’t know what went down or the hard choices we ALL had to make. so respectfully butt out of it.

Gwaine and Lancelot: *feeling guilty for getting caught* sorry merls

Merlin: its alright. Let’s just take stock of everything we got so we can distribute it-

Merlin is cut off by a yell in the woods and they all go quiet.

Lancelot: Merlin, your magic is still in place, right? No one should be able to find us.

Merlin: Yes, no one can find us unless we allow them to. Stay here, it’s probably just a lost traveller.

Gwaine: No, you shouldnt go alone. We’ll go with you.

Merlin: If its a traveller by themself then it will be better to go alone to not spook them. I have my magic to back me up and i’ll shout if they are injured or need help. Stay here.

Merlin walks into the woods alone out of the magical safety of the hideout.

Gwaine: I dont have a good feeling about this…

Meanwhile in the woods, Gwen is searching desperately around the area largely covered by trees that look the exact same.

Gwen: *to herself* c’mon gwen focus! Did he say the trees with the fruit above or below the leaves?

Merlin: *appearing from the woods like the forest druid he is at heart* I actually said the trees with the blue berries and white blossoms. I think below the leaves means they are safe to eat.

Gwen: *running to Merlin and throwing her arms around him desperately* Merlin!

Merlin: *from inside gwen’s tight bear hug* As much as I appreciate the hug, do you want to tell me why you are in the woods alone trying to find me?

Gwen: *releasing Merlin from her death grip* Merlin, you are in danger! I came from the castle as quick as I could to warn you-

Merlin: Gwen! Gwen! It’s okay! I just got away from the knights, I’m fine. Better than fine actually. Arthur saved my life…

Gwen: *trying to get a word in but Merlin has started excitedly rambling about Arthur* No, Merlin. Listen to me.

Merlin:…and the way he looked at the knight that tried to kill me, Gwen, it was like he wanted to murder HIM. Can you believe it?

Gwen: Merlin!

Merlin: *Finally realizing something isn’t right and looking around the forest* Wait, we aren’t alone.

Gwen: That’s what i’ve been trying to tell you, Merlin! The king sent Arthur as a distraction. Arthur doesn’t even know. Uther hired a witchfinder with a really powerful magical tracking amulet. You’re the biggest magical target in the vicinity. Its going to lead them right to you! You have to run, get as far as you can!

Merlin: Gwen, I cant leave Arthur. He’ll die without me.

Gwen: He’ll die if you die. You have to go!

Merlin: Fine, but I’m scrying everyday to make sure he’s-

Merlin is cut off by an arrow plunging its way into his side. He falls onto Gwen who tries to keep him standing.

Merlin: Gwen, get out of here! Find Lance and Gwaine, they’re just beyond those trees. They wont find you there. You cant be caught with me.

Gwen: Merlin!

Merlin: Gwen, go!

Gwen takes off into the woods in the direction of the hideout. Merlin falls to his knees and calls his magic up but his eyes only flicker gold for a second before dimming. Collapsing all the way to the ground, Merlin sees black boots approach him from in front of him. Merlin doesnt have the strength to raise his head but he knows if he did, he would be met with the satisfied face of the witchfinder.

Witchfinder: So you’re the great and powerful Emrys, huh? I thought you’d be harder to find.

Merlin feels one of the black boots make contact with his injured side and everything goes black.

Sorry to leave you all on a cliffhanger but I had to do it. Next part will be a flashback to the magic reveal and then we’ll see how Merlin Hood gets out of this sticky situation.

[austinsastrology8991]

> Neptune IN the HOUSES < How your DELUSIONS find you RESOLUTIONS

Neptune in the First - You act so naive, and now people actually think your naive. But you hate it when people treat you this way, but your always swaying around and acting oblivious to everything around you, but ik its all a front, and people find you to be mystical and now everyone is entranced by this dance you make acting oblivious. its obvious its an act, but then the more you get to know them you realize its not and thats actually who they are, and you wonder why no one has bonked them on the head yet Neptune in the Second - you dont really value anything, you think everything comes and goes, and your just like a paper bag flowing through the wind tbh. But this quality of letting things be and go, allows you to be molded by life and that can be a useful tool for artisty, but man yall just give up easy tbh. also your voices are like ethereal - kiddd cudiiiiiieee Neptune in the Third - you guys talk like a movie character, and its never the villain but the naive protagonist who just believes in a bunch of bullshit. but everyone thinks your so amusing to lissten to and i suppose you are but sometimes you guys really are playing up this movie trope and well im done watching the same movie i want a re-cast. then next week you will re-cast yourself as a new protagonist and well everyone just loves to watch you be an idiot so keep it up Neptune in the Fourth - Your literally 'good will huntings robin Williams'. you act like you figured out emotions because you let them come and go, but when someone questions whats going on with you, you find a million reasons to explain why you behave this way, and why others do, whilst completely avoiding letting your emotions out because your way too sensitive youd rather keep it at them at a distance that way you can handle it Neptune in the Fifth - You guys are the embodiment of a amusement park. YOu perform a million different acts, and never run out of ideas on how to entertain. Very amusing to watch, but people tend to take you for granted since your always so fun to be around we just expect yalll to keep performing, and you can, but this eats you up inside. then you perform again showing us how you feel as usual, and how it feels being used, and well i guess its all good because you have a never ending source of material - yourselves

Neptune in the Sixth - IMO the real mvps of delusions. No one is as delusional as them but they dont even care because they have thought of so much bullshit and have found so much evidence for their bullshit that they now realized that what most people believe in is bullshit, so they just think everything is bullshit. They dont even give a fuck anymore because to them everything isnt real, and everything is real, they have trouble understanding reality, because they have seen things no one could ever believe exists Neptune in the Seventh - Hopelessly projecting what they want in the world just for it to never come to fruition. This is actually how they pull, so dont hate their game. but they tell people how they wish things would be, and people want to save them by showing them how the world works, or giving into their stupid delusions and pretending what they believe in is real. Kinda a lot to deal with. But they'll never admit that they act so innocent but then your basically taking care of a baby Neptune in the Eighth - They make the universe bend to their will whether it wants to or not. They will pull every magic trick they know to make sure that their delusions are not delusional anymore. And its impressive how much they believe in there imaginings that it does tend to become real, but i would warn them and whoever is around them; That their fantasies tend towards the dark. so if they want something to be real (and they gonna do everything they can to get it) they may or may not resort to black magic or some shady ass shit Neptune in the Ninth - They believe in god a lot, maybe too much to appear normal. They are the type to make up a cult and behave liek mormons and say it was the will of god. The people ive met with this are strange, and their beliefs alter quite a bit, and for some reason they always have met deities and angels. But they are so delusional in their beleifs that if you hear them out, its so far fetched youll get lost in them because your so curious how someone got so lost in their own religion you wonder if they'll ever return to the real world Neptune in the Tenth - They are openly strange. Bro dennis Rodman has this conj his midheaven and its just iconic really. These guys are the strangest most ethereal beings and everyone gets lost in their cult of personality. Always switching up their identity, they think reality is bullshit and well we are all here for it because yall do the strangest things and i just wanna watch what your gonnna do next. but im still trynna figure out how close i wanna get to you because being seen with you is a risk for my reputation, because you clearly dont give a fuck about yours Neptune in the Eleventh - How many acid shirts do you own. Its like your the public personification of 'make love not war and peace bro' and its cool everyone wants a freidn like you, but no one takes your advice seriously. Because your so lost in the make believe that you think your make believe can actually make someone make believe..... But like cmon how the fuck do you think thats going to change anything. WHen has 'peace bro' ever actually worked. do your charities or whatever but i do not see it working as much as you think it can. sorry not sorry. But i do love you. But get a haircut Neptune in the Twelvth - Your literally the type to lick your finger , put it up in the air and say 'yep it going to rain wednesday' then it actually rains wednesday. And your so cooked no one believes you (because why would you) but then it does happen and now eveyrone thinks your even more cooked because what you had cookin is a real recipe. Now everyone wants to know how you have your third eye or whatever open and now you just want to hide again lmao. Also incredible artists, i recommend you guys keep your intuitive insights to yourself because you are right a lot but why tell people when everyone is just going to question how you see signs rather than heed your advice

[i-yap]

The future batboys bumping into reader’s ex post, sounds so good! Also I loved the batboys x quiet reader. Can I can some more dick Grayson with a reader who is a black cat/moon type of person ? (I love the opposite attracts troupe too! It’s so cute I also love the dog/cat energy and sun/moon which is like opposite attracts lol) 🖤

I love love opposites attract!!

lets be real here, grayson isnt a golden retriever boyfriend/sunshine. He uses his charms to mask layers of insecurity and anger issues and commitment issues. Dude was 1, first robin to a very inexperienced batman, 2. robin with most anger issues, 3. orphan 4. huge responsibility grew up too soon guy. He doesn't know true love, true affection, security - at the same time he has a decently big ego.

I imagine the reader as someone really quiet secure happy calm childhood who protects her peace and is very detached. So while dick NEEDS to be needed, and loved and the most important person to someone while never fully doing the same for his partner...she wont take it

And that forced dick to rethink his entire "walls" situation, he understands he cant just treat her like his exes and get away. She is secure enough to not fall for his charms only.

A guy can change but only for a woman he truly loves.

Now on the surface people assume its black cat-dog situation , but people don't easily fit those small general categories.

Yes dick is more needy for attention, he is more naturally caring and he is more flirtatious. But y/n is better at proper communication, patience, being vulnerable and helping him be vulnerable.

Dick is impulsive almost, but she stabilizes him. Holds him when all this golden boy acts drains him and he just needs to genuinely express his true feelings without exploding.

And dick brings the joy, the cheery, the excitement and the love in the relationship, dragging you to have new experiences helping you out of your comfort zone while making sure ur happy.

its like two perfect puzzle pieces.

[l0enelies-t]

sᴜɴᴅᴀʏ ɴsꜰᴡ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ.

ミ★ 𝐻𝑆𝑅 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠: 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑂𝑎𝑘．

ミ★ 𝗖𝗪: Reader is a female ~ 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 activities, words, etc. SPOILERS if you aren’t up to date with the game.

Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Hɪ!! Tʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴘᴏsᴛ ⵊ’ᴍ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ sɪɴᴄᴇ ⵊ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs, ⵊ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴍʏsᴇʟꜰ. ᴍʏ ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʀᴀsʜ, sᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀʀ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs, ɪᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ɪꜰ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴇɴsᴇ!

Fᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ ꜰᴏʀ HCs ᴏꜰ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴏʀ sᴜɴᴅᴀʏ!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sunday can be very considerate and caring to close family and friends in general, and his sister, Robin is a very good example of this. But with you, he takes just as much caution as he does with Robin. This especially shows after having a heated and steamy moment with him in bed. Depending on his mood he can go rough or slow (See Pace for more explanation), and the outcome of his aftercare isn’t any different on both sides.

Sunday caresses your body gently feeling your curves and insecurities, showering kisses all over your face. He always apologizes if he was too rough, even if he wasn’t. Because of this, he asks you if you need anything and he’ll do whatever you want with a soft smile on his face. You need something to snack on? Sunday is already getting some food for you two. Want to take a bath to wash off any messiness on you? He’s already on it before you even had the thought. Want to cuddle and just chat about this and that? Arms are wide open under the blanket, welcoming you to come into his warmth. Safe to say, you’re in good hands after Sunday pounds into your core.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sunday’s favorite body part is something he’s really going to think through if you were to ask him. He wouldn’t know what to say but if it were up to him (and after long thought process on what he likes about himself), he would say his halovian features. After all, it shows his unique heritage of his deceased family and his sister Robin has them as well. A close favorite is his brain, it fascinates him on the fact that he knows a lot and how ENA The Order blesses him with knowledge. He “can’t help but be a Know-It-All” anyways.

A body part he likes most on you might be your eyes or hands. He can’t help but look into your pretty eyes everytime you two meet. Additionally, he loves looking into them as he goes in and out of you. As for your hands, Sunday loves the feeling they have. He likes comparing your hand size to his, and not to mention his hands are VERY soft since he wears gloves all day and washes them thoroughly often.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Sunday isnt too fond of messiness. His OCD triggers go through the roof when he sees a mess he doesn’t like, but messes will almost always happen when having sex. That being said, he usually cums inside of you and let it seep out afterwards, he does it claim you as his, and plus it’s a huge ego boost for him. If you don’t want him to do that then he’s fine with finishing on your stomach, back, or thigh. Sunday always gets flustered when you swallow it, his eyes glancing away when your eyes meet as you swallow his seed.

Sunday finishes out with a big load, and it’s a little bit runny and sticky. It’s a Creme color and pretty sweet yet bitter (due to his sweet tooth and love for strawberries) but it’s enough to make you want to suck him dry.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This isn’t exactly a dirty secret, but while you and Robin were out shopping, you two went to a more erotic store which sold lingerie. You were confused onto why Robin said you two should go here but figured it may be her just browsing for random things you she or you won’t get. But when she started putting actual things into a basket, thats when it started to get concerning. “It’s for you actually, here come on! Let’s go try these on.” Robin says as at least 5 sets of lingerie were inside of that basket, swinging back and forth as she walked.

Turns out, she wanted to get them for you to show to Sunday, her brother. Robin knew his choice of color, how he likes outfits to be, design choices etc, since they known each other since birth (twin siblings, duh). Sunday had been overworking himself and she wanted to give a stress reliever by doing this for him, so what better way was there than to use you as a good stress reliever. It was honestly kind of her to do so but executing it in this way was so odd.

Safe to say, you two were definitely busy the night he came back from his office. To say the least, he was really satisfied afterwards (you fed him strawberries just fyi). You can thank Robin for that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Sunday is a little experienced regarding knowledge. He didn’t have a relationship before you but he knows how things work in sex, such as what words to say, making out, foreplay, and then getting to the actual activity. Sometimes though, you’ll need to assist or teach him a few things/terms since once again, he only knows a quarter of how sex works.

Does he know what he’s doing? Pretty much. The more you two get down at it, the more experienced he gets. One thing he does is pay attention to what makes you squirm in his arms, and moan his name. He’s a very quick learner though, trust me.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Sunday loves positions where he can have control but kiss you at any time, look into your eyes, caress your curves or have skin on skin contact, and the position that fits is missionary. He loves to have your legs wrapped around his waist, it only makes him want to go deeper and deeper into your core, and sometimes if he’s feeling frisky, your legs will go on his shoulders. (though this is rare for him to do since sometimes his halo shards can cut your ankle or legs.)

He’s also fine with you taking the reins and cowgirling him, sometimes thrusting up inside of you for deeper penetration. His hands are on your waist during this, guiding you movements. And as the control freak he is, you betcha’ that he’s going to control the speed and deepness.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sunday is a mix between funny and serious during sex. He is serious to getting you both off satisfyingly, but acts a little funny when trying to make you laugh to not make the moment too serious.

Sometimes tickling your skin with his hands or using his wings to tickle your face, kissing your nose, etc, just to spark a smile or giggle from you since he loves hearing your sweet voice. As for seriousness, Sunday loves to praise you and even dirty talk sometimes.

“You’re being such a good girl for me, taking me like this.” Or “You look so pretty like this.”

For him, sex is to release stress, but mostly to show how much he loves you and he executes this idea very well.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sunday’s OCD shows very well how clean he is. I mean look at his entire outfit and the way he acts, you can’t tell me that he isn’t nicely groomed down there.

He is very nice down there though, and it’s shaven good. Sometimes he can forget or not care enough to shave all of it off, leaving small bits of hair around his base. It’s grayish-blue like his hair, and has a ombré of a lighter blue around the tips of the hairs. Though if his partner were to have hair, he wouldn’t care just as long as they’re clean there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You never expect Sunday of all people to be so hot when hes making love to you. His eyes during it show how much he adores you, his voice seeps with lust as he thrusts into you slowly. Sunday’s focus is all directed you, your comfort, getting you off and he does it in a way where it benefits him too. He may not be the type of man to have rose petals lead you to the bed, or declare his love in every single thrust he does but he shows it in a way that’s his own style and personal way.

Little add-on, since Sunday reads a lot, he read a book about how chocolate can release a chemical that makes you feel a type of way. And knowing the fact that he loves strawberries (and has a sweet tooth), chocolate dipped strawberries are his go to if he ever wants to make things romantic for the occasion, oh and of course he has a little bit of champagne on the side. He wants to make it enjoyable for you both, and when you praise him for his hard work it makes him more happy than anything else at that moment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

As Head of The Family, it’s no doubt that Sunday will get stressed from doing work and like any healthy man, he yanks the crank every good once in a while. He has good self control and when the urge hits him he waits until he’s alone and in a secluded place (always his bedroom with the door locked) to sit on the bed and unzip his pants.

When he go into a relationship with you, he started masturbating a little more often. You can tell when he’s hard by looking at how he shifts in his seat uncomfortably and the blush that appears on his face. If this happens to be at an event you and him attend, he waits until you two get into his home and verbally tells you how he felt that moment so you can give him a handjob. That way he can softly moan in your ear and thank you for doing this for him, all while burying his face in the crook of your neck. (Also a little more info of this in M - Motivation.)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sunday is pretty vanilla, but if you have a kink you want to try out then hes willing to oblige.

He has a voice kink. Hearing you moan and whimpering his name makes him want to thrust harder and faster. It sends blood rushing to his dick whenever you praise him for doing something you like.

Speaking of, He definitely has a praise kink, giving and receiving. His praises are angelic and absolutely make you feel so loved (that’s what he wants anyways).

Sunday loves edging you (he let his control-freak side take over) and hearing you beg makes him finish immediately. His fingers pushing in and out, then stopping once you’re on the brink, it’s so satisfying for him.

When he’s busy with paper work at his desk and you are just so needy for him, cockwarming is his favorite. Just seeing you squirm and whimper in irritation due to him not moving his hips is amusing to him.

Since he wants you to feel loved, most times body worship is a good one. Where he praises your insecurities saying that they are beautiful to him.

“Hey please, don’t avert your eyes from me now.”

“You’re doing so good, I’m so proud of you.”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Typically Sunday wants to keep his personal life and work life separated and all while trying to make you comfortable. Any place in his bedroom is good. He personally prefers the bed because it’s soft, and the feeling of a blanket on you both as you two make love, is something so romantic in his eyes. If you two happen to be in a bath tub then that’s a close favorite, though the water can get all over the place and it can bother him due to the mess even if he has no problem cleaning up.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

A lot of things can get Sunday turned on but it’s limited due to a bit of shyness coming from his intimate side.

He loves it when you wear lingerie for him because your doing this all for his pleasure. It makes him want to reward you the best he can.

One other thing is teasing him in private, such as sitting on his lap. He’s going to notice your small dry humps to his groin, as well as your hands rubbing his inner thigh and massaging his clothed dick, causing him to let out soft moans and get embarrassed for doing so.

Wingplay is a good one too. Sunday’s wings are extremely sensitive and even more sensitive due to his piercings. Rubbing and massaging them (especially behind the wings) can get him going real good, causing him put his hands all over your body, and his evident erection pressing REALLY tight against his dress pants.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

For the love of The Order do not try to tease Sunday in public unless you want to die. His public image is very important to him and The Family and he will be very crossed with you if you try to this. He doesn’t want all of Penacony to know that he’s willing to get down and dirty in public, and plus paparazzi follow him and his sister everywhere. Attempt this act and you’ll be met with a stern whisper to your ear and a sharp glare. Once you both get home, Sunday will have a serious talk with you.

“If you can’t control yourself then I suggest you stay home or with Robin at all times. I will not tolerate such behavior.” Sunday sneers as he crosses his arms. Once you understand and vow to never do it again, he’ll soften up and apologize for being too mean.

He absolutely wont share you with anyone either, he wants to have you to himself and only himself. (Control-freak core)

As for kinks, he doesn’t like anything that relates to pain. He hates inflicting pain on someone so precious to him so BDSM is absolutely out of the question. As well as degrading, it feels wrong for him to insult you. Maybe if you beg enough and he’s in a stressed mood, he might say something small.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sunday doesn’t have a preference regarding sexual oral activities but he does slightly prefer giving. He is VERY good at it though to the point where your convinced he had a partner in the past before. Sunday loves hearing you moan his name out and watching you arch your back to him as his tongue slides in and out of your folds. How you roll your hips closer to his mouth, grabbing his hair softly.

As for receiving, my gosh is he ethereal as you go down on him. His angelic moans and heavy breathing echo in your ears as his hands softly stroke and grip your hair, guiding your head to the speed and deepness he wants. Half-lided golden eyes watching you as you take his size into your mouth, His soft voice praises you for taking him so well.

“Just like that, keep going, you’re doing so well my love.”

It’s honestly intoxicating to hear.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

As said before, Sunday’s pace is all depended on his mood.

Sometimes he’s stressed out wanting to go rough, just thrusting into you hard yet slowly (going faster when you asks him to) and leaving hickeys all over your body. Sometimes he’s as gentle as a feather wanting to have some passionate sex by going slow and deep, grinding and rolling his hips into your sex.

Sunday can get carried away by being rough, sometimes going too hard and being a little bit more mean, mostly focusing on his tension residing within him (This can lead to very soft and gentle degrading). He always apologizes everytime this happens, and makes up for it by making it up to you some way or another, as well as being more caring during aftercare.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sunday has a VERY busy schedule, which is a reason why he prefers late night or morning sex. But of course, there are times where those times just won’t do. When you explained what a quickie was to him one day, he thought of about it and tried it once with you. As a result, he didn’t like it. Sunday believes sex is something that should be savored and be done to show deep genuine love for one another (which explains why he doesn’t like to just fuck). And quickies don’t fit that requirement. He knew they were useful but still didn’t like the idea of a slip-and-dip, it just didn’t feel right.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s willing to explore any of your personal kinks, and if he likes it then he will go on with it in future interactions. But for risks, he’s not going to do it. Sunday is Head of The Family and takes care of Penacony, the hotel, and the Dreamscape. So any risqué thing that he deems inappropriate, he will strictly prohibit from acting upon, which includes semi-public sexual interactions.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If you know Sunday, you know that he’s busy with work for and from The Family, orders from the dreammaster (his father/gopherwood) and Penaconian shenanigans. And he needs a lot of stamina to accomplish all of his duties and responsibilities in one day or the maximum of 2 week. This, on the other hand, is useful when you’re having sex with him. He can go for a long time, usually getting tired after round 2 or 3. Just looking at you and your body makes him finish earlier but he always pushes through to go longer, wanting to finish with you at the same time.

Both his stamina and how long he lasts are very impressive honestly.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Sunday had no idea what toys are used for until you told him and explained in great detailed what it was, and how it was used. He was a little interested and even did some research by reading books about them. Definitely doesn’t own any because why would he need one when he has you. If his partner were to have toys, he would use them if they wanted him to, sometimes not wanting to use them on you because he wants to get you off himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh boy, that little smug look he usually shows on his face is the exact same look he makes when he teases you. Sunday does a surprisingly great job at teasing. He knows the basics, such as playing with your folds, grabbing your breast and playing with the nub, and rubbing his tip against you before entering. It’s honestly irritating to see how smirky he can get.

Unfortunately this is only occasionally, and you’ll see this side of him once in a while.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sunday’s noises are absolutely beautiful. Although he’s not very loud, his heavy breathing and whimpering in your ears are enough to make you drop to your knees. His moans are angelic, every thrust they get more intimate and softer. Lets out a satisfied sign when you do something he likes. Gets quieter and pants faster when he’s close to finish, whispering with a soft moan when he finally does. He’s more louder when you’re topping but still at a level where only you can hear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sunday had always had the thought of starting a family with someone one day. He wanted to ever since he was a kid but always pushed it away because he feels that he isn’t fit to be a father due to how he was treated by the Dreammaster and fears that he will be just like Gopherwood (Dreammaster), manipulative. If you were to ask him if you two could make love one night, just to try and have a child he will ask to think about it. After a while Sunday will say he’s not ready even when he thinks he is. Sunday wants to learn how to love, little by little and when he’s ready he will ask you one night. As long as you’re patient with him, it’ll go smoothly.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sundays at a good 5.4 when not erect, but when he is it’s a 6.1. It’s veiny and curves a little, with the tip being a soft rosy pink.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Over the years, Sunday was taught by his adoptive father to suppress urges and feelings for they are irrelevant and useless. Once he got into a relationship with you, he started to gain back feelings that were almost gone (such as sexual tension). His libido is a bit below average and if you want to do it with him at any time (when he isnt busy) then he’s okay with fulfilling your urges. He can go a long time without doing it as long as you two show physical affection towards one another (hugs, kisses, cuddles, taking baths together, hand on your thigh as you two talk or read, affirmations, etc.)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sunday doesn’t like to sleep until he knows you’re taken care of and comfortable. If he doesn’t get too exhausted after doing the do, he will go finish some left over paperwork. If that’s already been done then he reads or munch on strawberries as a late night snack while he holds you in his arms. Once you’re asleep, he goes to sleep after a few little routines (saying goodnight to Robin, and turning off the lights).

If you wanted to cuddle then hes all in for it, big spoon or little spoon, it doesn’t matter to him. He whispers a few praises and just caresses you just to show his love.

“Sleep now, dreambird. Until tomorrow my love.” Sunday whispers as he kisses your forehead.

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[roseworth]

I am a bit disappointed that for a book about Damian finding his place as robin they have once again left out Steph as a robin (or at least looks like it based on the line up in the first issue)

THIS is extremely real. it is cruel and unfair that its supposed to be about robin's place in gotham & with batman and steph isnt there. at the very least there are so many possible parallels with steph feeling unsure about her position as robin and unsure about how batman feels about her and comparing herself to the other robins, which is EXACTLY what damian is going through in this book. and all that is WASTED because they rarely acknowledge that steph was robin outside of vague mentions (and robins 2021 for some reason. how is that book winning) so we dont get to see how she'd be used in this book. i want more steph & damian content so bad SAVE ME BATGIRL 2009 not to mention robin steph would look so cute in juni ba's art style 💔 im in mourning it could've been so good