#and nobody exists just to be a love interest!

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Timeless

This is genuinely for me, myself and I - purely a servitude to my thoughts and what I wish I'd find on tumblr just once. I have tons of drafts if anyone is interested - tentative one was Marauders Era w/ Gwen Stacy!Reader. Imagine that? Seeing your once lover with a name you don’t recognize- Remus Lupin?

anyways idgaf, truly. not proofread!

Tags: overpowered!reader (oops), crossover with marvel, no happy ending (question mark)

Word count: 6.8k

Pairings: Dick Grayson x fem!Reader

The times many began noticing the lover of Dick Grayson. Clueless to the secrets from, both sides unravel as truths begin to overflow the deceit. Love is overpowering, but grief consumes one. Your secrets were your own to keep, and you vowed to never let anyone know of how the power were unbalanced, by yours truly. But, the biggest question was - why was Peter Parker in Gotham?

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It don't matter what they say, I'm timeless.

He cherished you dearly. 

You were the one. He knew you were the one. The soft smiles shared, the soft caresses, the little notes he left around your apartment once he left after visiting. 

It was a secret you two shared. He vowed to never share this secret with another. Nobody needed to know of his weakness. Nobody needed to know of your existence. 

He finds himself outside your door again. He knocks. And he waits. He waits as he hears your soft footsteps, the clicking of your locks. He waits as the door opens and a figure engulfs him in a hug. He hugs back, taking a deep breath to take in your scent. Freshly showered, he could immediately tell. 

You usher him inside, closing and re-locking your door. He smells the aroma of food, and his smile widens.

He knew. He understood. You were the one. 

“What are you thinking about?” You questioned, brushing his hair out of his eyes softly. You looked at him endearingly, as if he was the only person on this earth. 

“You.” He says softly, bringing you in another hug. He sighs softly, hearing your laughter in his sweater. You try to pull away, but his hug tightens. 

“If we can start eating, that would be great.” Your voice muffled, and finally, you’re able to push him away. You both smile at one another, and you both lean in to meet each other in a kiss. It’s soft, he can taste the chocolate of your lip gloss. He feels your smile widen.

When he pulls away, he kisses your forehead. You hold his arm, your grip tightening. 

“I love you.” He says, sighing into  your hair. 

“I love you too, Dick.” 

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“Sorry about that,” a voice above you apologizes, you ignore the response, opting to pick up the items that had fallen out of your purse. Collecting everything, you pick yourself up from the ground.

You smile at the man, “No worries - oh, thank you.” He reaches out to hand your phone. Inspecting it, you see no cracks. Your eyes catch sight of the polaroid resting in your phone case. Your gaze softens, a picture of Dick and your kitten. 

You put your phone away, looking back up to the man who bumped into you. Your grip tightens on your grocery basket, watching the man's gaze harden, looking at the place where your phone once was. 

You side step him, moving away from the eerie atmosphere. The man watches you leave as he ruffles his own hair. The strand of white blocks his vision for a split second, before he moves it away again. 

“How interesting, Dickwing.”

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You meet Tim Drake next. 

Meet was an understatement. It was more like…him keeping tabs on you.

Becoming aware of his brother’s lover was an unexpected twist. He did not expect Dick to bounce back after Kory, especially with Mar’i in the picture, their daughter who they had shared custody of. 

He was silent, watching you dine with your friends from afar. You looked like a nice woman. He sees how your smile widens when one friend shows their daughter, but he sees it falter when another speaks of their twin boys. As quickly as it falters, he sees you brighten up again.

Did you want kids? He could not help but wonder, seeing the women – the mothers around you share stories of their restless children. 

“What about you? How is your relationship with Richard?” One question. He sees your smile widen, and he is not sure how that was even possible. 

“It's so…great.” You look away from your friends, as he sees you grow embarrassed by the nervous ticks in your hand. “He is the definition of a green flag. Very caring, thoughtful. I think…I would be ready for the next step.” He sees you grow bashful, your fingers touching your glass softly.

He hears your friends gush. He sees some congratulate you over the next big step. 

He looks at you again. He catches your eye. He freezes on the spot, never having been caught this way by a civilian. The eye contact felt like it was lasting forever. Red tinges the corners of his eyes and when he blinks, it’s gone. 

When he’s looking at you again, you were already looking at another friend. 

He could not help but wonder if you knew about Mar’i. 

He sees you tense. 

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Two girls are in your bakery. Hushed whispers from one, but you see them in the corner of your eyes. The same one whispering is not hidden from her antics, but the silence of the pair is following along to the telltale signs of translations.

You notice one of your workers going up to them, dropping off the food they ordered. You notice how nervous your worker is, but they come back and shuffle to speak to you. 

“This is their third time this week.” Natasha states. You catch the two girls staring at the back of Natasha’s fiery red hair. You opt to look back at Natasha. 

“Paying customers, Nat.” The nickname gets caught in your throat, but you smile at her nonetheless. “As long as they aren’t bothering others, it is fine.” “Yeah, but…” Natasha is hesitant, “The blonde one is always talking about you.” Natasha, just like your Natasha, was able to read sign language. Previously, she had confided that the version the girls used was unique, but she eventually caught along to their conversations. 

“It’s okay,” You reassure Natasha, “If anything happens, I’m right here.”

Natasha smiles nervously, but as she catches sight of another customer, she moves away to begin working once more. 

You look back at the young girls, seeing their conversation end the moment you look back. 

The blonde one tenses, but the one with black hair, stares back at you. 

You smile, and the girl nods. 

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“What is so good about you?” You hear a young voice sneer. You look down, catching sight of a younger teen. Immediately recognizing him as Bruce Wayne’s youngest child, you only smile at him. 

“I’m sorry?” You question him, clueless to his question. Of course, you knew of the boy considering how often the girls you tutored talked about him. But, as you weren’t privy to online media, your connection to him was unknowing. You wanted to live a peaceful life, afterall. 

“What is so good about you?” He repeats, “Richard has no reason to be seeing someone like you.” The name brings your attention once more. 

“Richard? Dick Grayson?” You question, confused, “How do you know him?” “You truly are clueless.” Damian scoffs - he hears a young voice call his name, but he decides to ignore them. “I would have preferred for Richard to stick with his family. Break up.”

You shake your head at Damian, finding his statement confusing. “Sorry, no can do.”

“You will surely regret this.” Before Damian continues, a boy his age appears. He starts pulling Damian away, apologizing profusely. 

“Mar’i does not deserve an absent father just because of a civilian.” You hear Damian’s argument. 

You see him get pulled away from you. Your confusion increases. 

From Tim Drake’s mind, you had noted the name Mar’i. Hearing it vocally from Damian Wayne, you could not help but wonder who she was. 

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You think all those small moments lead to this. You could not help but wonder, how it came to be this way. You weren’t stupid, but for your own happiness in this world, you opted to remain clueless of the things occurring in Gotham City. 

The woman with fiery hair stands across the street from you. She was tall, and effortlessly beautiful with the way the colors swarmed around her whole being. A small girl in her hands, who giggled at the intense tickles she was experiencing from her mother was a heartwarming sight to see. 

You felt yourself smile, seeing the beauty of a family blossom in front of you. How gorgeous having a family was. How gorgeous, having a living, breathing daughter.

You wished for a family. 

Your eyes catch sight when the girl squeals in excitement, “Daddy!” The girl shouts, wiggling from her mother’s grip. You see her rush to a man, who picks her up effortlessly. You hear the family laughter, as Dick Grayson holds the small girl in his arms. 

“Hi Mar’i, how is my lovely girl?” Lovely girl. He calls you that too. 

Your breath catches in your throat, watching the scene in front of you. Your heart is ripped away from you, the moment you see the other woman go up to him and greet Dick - Richard. 

“I see.” You muttered softly, “A happy ending has never been a possibility for me.”

You catch your eyes drifting to Dick. His eyes focused on Mar’i. You see the resemblance. 

Was this your life? Being a homewrecker?

That wasn’t you, though.

You were just a woman. A woman mourning the loss of a relationship that has yet to end. Simply a woman.

What is love? Love is an emotion. Yes, it is overwhelming. Yes, you've yearned for it for years. You wished and wished for someone - anyone to listen to your pleas. Grief had overpowered you once before, you surely knew it. You understood - love was not in your cards.

But what is grief? What is grief, if not love persevering?

Your mantra that your past lover had once shared. He has been gone, for awhile. The graves you had made for him here. For your children. You knew they've been gone for awhile, and they would not return.

Love is persevering. 

What a lie. 

You move away. You create distance. You feel the unshed tears free. You continue to walk. Away from the scene. You ignore the stares.

You bump into someone.

Familiar. 

Your heart stops, staring at the boy in front of you. He was older, but still the same boy you knew. But those familiar brown eyes stared at you in shock. 

“Wanda?” He whispers - almost as if he recognized your red signature. But he knew - your heartbeat had stayed the same. Across the universes, it had been the same.

You see that he’s dirty. He smells, but you opt to ignore it. You move closer to the boy, putting your hands on his cheeks. He looks up at you, his eyes wide. His heartbeat is frantic. 

“Peter.” You mutter. 

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“I can’t believe you remember me…” Peter mutters softly, his hands shaking as he looks down at the tea you made. He’s in the comfort of your warm apartment. He surveys the photos you have, as the kitten in his lap purrs. 

“Broken minds cannot be altered,” You say simply. “The…spell that sent you here was long before I died.” You drink your own hot tea, “It’s understandable that my memories would not be altered.”

“I…I don’t know what to say.” Peter is tired. He’s so tired. He’s spent the past few months running from the Bats, while trying to maintain his home in an abandoned complex he found. 

You swore he could stay, but he feared the worst for you. He didn’t want you to suffer – he had not a clue of what had occured with Dr. Strange, but he understood that the look in your eyes was one of a woman mourning death. 

“I prepared the guest room for you.” You tell him, patting his shoulder softly. “It should have everything you need, but if you need anything else, please let me know.”

Thank you. 

“I- Thank you.” Peter mutters, looking at you once more. He had a soft, sad smile on his lips.

“Anytime, Peter.” 

He’s silent for a moment, thinking. 

“My uncle’s alive here. I met him. He keeps…checking up on me and I feel weird seeing him so…young.” He mutters, “I know I should be happy that he’s well in this universe, but it’s so weird to see.” He looks like he has more to say, so you let him continue. 

“I have a younger sister too - my…dad I guess you can put it alive here. Although I don’t think he is married to my mom, it's weird nonetheless because I have a sister. A sister, possibly a step-mom...but he and my uncle are a part of a bigger, wealthier family.” “Do you ever think of speaking to them?” You ask Peter. He freezes, but shakes his head in response. 

“No way! I have the Bats chasing me as is, I can’t have anyone else get close to me and get hurt.” You nod in understanding. You think for a moment. Without any hesitation, you ask, “What’s their name?”

“My uncle… his name here is Jason Peter Todd.” The name does not ring a bell for you. “My dad - his name -” Peter gets cut off from talking. There’s a sharp knock on your door. Peter looks frightened, immediately standing up and going inside the kitchen. He stays hidden as you go check who's at the door. 

You see Dick on the other side. He’s holding flowers as he adjusts his work uniform carefully. He looks…happy, excited. 

You open the door carefully. His smile widens, seeing you had never failed to brighten up his day. 

“Hi.” He says breathlessly, looking at you with mirth and joy in his eyes. He tries to step inside, but falters when you don’t move. 

He says your name carefully, but still, with love. “What’s wrong, my love? Did something happen?”

“Sorry, Richard. Now isn’t a good time.” You see him tense with the lack of his nickname, “I have a guest over. And I - I don’t think right now is a good time for us.”

Dick - Richard’s face falls. He’s confused, you can tell. “I’m sorry? Is everything okay? What about us?”

“Things are…different right now, Richard. I don’t think I can see you anymore. You can come by whenever you want for your stuff, but I think we should break up.”

You see Richard’s eyes widen. You see the arms with flowers droop. He doesn’t understand. What was going on? Break up?

“Break up? Why? What happened? Last week we…we were talking about getting married, baby.” 

“It isn’t a good time.” You repeat. “Please, leave me alone Richard. You…go back to your family. Whatever we have, it’s not worth it.” 

“Did my siblings come meet you? Whatever they said, please, ignore them. They do not get to decide who I date.” Richard pleads, he’s desperate.

 You take a deep breath, “I saw you. Richard, you have a daughter. I’m not fucking up your relationship. Children are...They’re everything to me. I won’t let you ruin someone so fragile.” You go to close the door on him.

“Goodbye, Richard.”

Closing the door on the man shedding tears for you. You closed the door on a relationship you thought would be your second chance of loving. You stupidly thought you deserved love. 

You turn to apologize to Peter. He’s on the floor of your bathroom, eyes wide in shock. He looks at you, his eyes conveying his emotions clearly. 

“That…that was my dad. Richard Grayson. Richard Parker.” Peter’s voice shakes, “Oh my god you’re dating my dad.”

“Was,” You say carefully, “I was. I didn’t know he had a family.”

“I’m..I’m sorry.” Peter mutters. 

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“What did you tell her?” Dick barges into the Bat Cave - he sees Tim, who freezes in his seat. Tim looks around carefully and sees Damian pause his sparring with the dummies. 

“Tell who?” Tim wrinkles his nose, clearly confused at Dick’s hostility.

Dick says your name, and at that moment, he sees both Tim and Damian avert their gazes. 

“Look-Look! I didn’t tell her anything. I…I was just keeping tabs on her from afar.” Tim raises his hands in defense, “I wouldn’t go near her otherwise. I’ve never spoken to her before. I was just curious about the woman you were spending your free time with!”

“We were - we were on the brink of being engaged. Just last week we were talking about it. All of a sudden she - she breaks up with me?” Dick’s voice cracks. “I - we were happy. We are happy. I don’t - She wouldn’t have done this without someone meddling in my relationship.”

“Tch,” Damian scoffs, “This is the best, Richard. Was she even aware you have an offspring?”

“Did you threaten her?” Tim, although the behavior was expected from Damian, was still shocked. “No way. You demon! This isn’t your relationship to be messing up!”

“Was she, Richard?” Damian ignored Tim, opting to only stare at Dick. 

“I- I was going to tell her eventually. I didn’t know how I was going to bring up Mar’i and Kory. She doesn’t even… I haven’t told her about Nightwing.”

“And you shouldn’t,” another voice enters the conversation. “It is a necessary evil, but we have other matters to attend to.” Bruce - no. 

Batman stands in the entrance of the Batcave. Tim straightens up in his seat, “Red Robin, report."

“I- sightings of Spider-Man have decreased recently. Usually, he’s seen in the daylight with Signal and he’s been patrolling near Red Hood’s territory in the night. After the Joker’s recent breakout in Arkham, he hadn’t been seen since.” Tim effortlessly pulls out recordings of Spider-Man, “We’ve narrowed down the possibility that he doesn’t have a home - possibly on the run. Sorry, he just…reeks. Anyways, his last sighting was near these apartment complexes.” 

Tim zones in one in particular - Dick pales, noticing the familiar apartment he frequented every week to visit you. The apartment complex he would sneak into when you were sound asleep. He would let himself in with the keys you had given him. You would wake up with him by your side. He recalls one day, where you noticed the bruising on his cheek. 

He opts to ignore his feelings - now wasn’t the time. 

“But, we’ve also noted that Nightwing’s look-a-like has now been residing in that very same apartment. Oracle and I, we have been doing our own research on Nightwing’s past relationships - sorry. But none seem to match up with Parker’s age. Red Hood said the kid told him he was twenty-two, but he’s at least eighteen. That is impossible because you would have been eight.”

Tim pauses, seeing everyone take in his words. Despite the battle going on in everyone’s heads, he continues, “Look, I know we wanted this to only be between us. But…I spoke to The Flash about it. He’s more well versed in this.” “What do you mean this?” Dick questions, "What do you think is going on?”

“I…I think Parker is from the future. In some way, he was sent back in time. I’m unsure on when he is…conceived, but all the signs point to this. I can’t stress this enough, but we need to find a way to get him back to the exact time he left. The Flash has already warned me of the possibilities of him staying.”

“Do you think - Do you think he could be the son of…her and I? It could be possible right?”

Damian wrinkles his nose, as Tim responds back, “We can mark her as a possibility.” “No, it’s definitely her. She’s the - I only want to be with her.” “Doesn’t seem like she wants to be with you,” Damian remarks. 

“Red Robin, try to find more information about Parker. If he’s staying in that apartment complex, it is likely he made contact with her.” Batman walks towards the exit, “Seeing how he is frequenting the same apartment complex as her, we can’t be sure he’s told her anything of his existence here.”

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Peter sneezes. 

He’s inside your bakery. You have been giving him an allowance - while he did not think he deserved it, he took it wordlessly to save. He was saving it in case anything happened. 

He looks at the drink he ordered. He’s quiet as he listens to the conversation drone on inside as he watches you work quietly at the front. He was part-time here, with you. Thankful that today was his day off, he had decided to wait until you were out to go grocery shopping with you.

Things have been quiet. Ever since he paused on being Spider-Man, for the sake of healing and finally getting proper care, he’s almost ready to go out again. 

He hears the door open. His spidey senses hum under his skin as the new customer walks closer to him. He sees you pause in your track, looking on quietly. 

“Hey,” He recognizes the voice immediately. Looking up, he shares a nod with Jason. “Hi Mr. Todd.”

Jason sighs, exasperated, “Kid, I’ve told you. Call me Jason.”

“Can’t do that, Mr. Todd, it goes against everything my uncle taught me.” He sees Jason tense in the corner of his eyes, but he’s set on ignoring anything mentioned. 

“Oh yeah? What did he teach you?” “To respect the elderly, of course.”

Jason coughs out a laugh, looking at Peter with pure humor in his eyes. It’s reminiscent of the way his Aunt used to look at him. 

“The usual?” He hears you walk up to Jason and him, a kind smile on your face. Jason pauses, looking her over. Recognition shines in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything. 

“Uh- yeah. You remember?” Jason questions. 

“Of course, Mr. Todd,” you tease, “I remember all my regular’s orders. Right, Peter?”

Shit. Shit. Shit!

He’s never told anyone in this world - his first name wasn’t privy to anyone. He’s always gone by Parker. From the beginning, when Red Hood first caught him on a rooftop, he introduced himself as Parker. From the moment he met Jason in an alleyway, where he was ironically saved by the guy from muggers, he went by Parker. 

His name tag here was Parker. 

“Peter? Is that your first name, kid?” Jason questions carefully. You stayed, your eyes wide as you mouthed an apology to Peter. Peter nods carefully. 

“Yeah - I um. My name’s Peter. Peter Parker.” 

“Hm,” Jason responds. He couldn’t help but wonder. Was Peter named after him? Was his relationship with Dick in the future so mended that Dick’s son was named after him? He looks at you in response, now gesturing your question to you. “And you? What’s your last name?”

You introduce your full name to him, reaching out to shake his hand. His eyebrows furrow in response, as he looks back and forth to you and Peter. “Huh. Thought you were both related.” Confusion is etched on both your faces. From your perspective, you and Peter looked nothing alike. He held a resemblance to Richard, but you knew full well that other aspects of him were from his mother. 

“No, just a caretaker for him.” You respond instead, ruffling Peter’s hair fondly. 

Peter smiles at you as you walk away. Jason watches on silently. You were so motherly to Parker, it is undeniable you held a maternal role for the kid.

“What brings you here, Mr. Todd?”

Jason smiles at Peter, “Just visiting Peter. Look, come closer.” Peter leans in as Jason lowers his voice, “Your boss. She was dating my brother. Dick, remember him?” He watches Peter nod, “Yeah so, I heard there was some miscommunication between them.”

“You mean the fact that he has another family and was dating her at the same time?” Peter questions. 

“Yeah - no look kid. Yes, he has a kid with someone else. But they’re not together. They’ve been separated for years. He- Dick is super and I mean super in love with your boss or caretaker or whatever you think of her.”

“Are you trying to be a wingman right now?”

“Basically yes. Dick’s been spending his free time with me. That’s not a good thing. A guy needs space. I need space.” Jason sighs, giving a quick thanks to Natasha who drops off his sandwich and drink. “Can you do me a favor? Can you explain to her what I just told you? Or atleast, ask her to respond to Dick.” Peter is hesitant, looking at you in the corner of his eyes. You're taking the order of another family. Looking fondly at the twins on the table, he watches your eyes fill with mirth. 

“I don’t know if I can. Mr. Todd, she’s been through a lot. I don’t know if another heart break should be in her future.” “What do you mean, kid?” Jason glance at you, who was still conversing happily with the mom in front of her. He sees you holding one of the twin’s in your arms, bouncing them happily. 

“She - She’s just been through a lot. I know Mr. Grayson���s your brother, but…I don’t think it’s the right time. Even then, I think he should speak to her first.”

He sees Jason deflate, groaning as he takes a bite of food. Peter apologizes, although he doesn’t feel quite bad that he denied his request. 

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You hear your name called. Almost breathless, in the way a lover would call out. You're picking up groceries after you close the bakery. Peter was in the ice cream section, away from the man in front of you.

Richard Grayson was the whole embodiment of a man in love. He looked as if he found the one thing he was searching for. It was correct, he had found you. He looked at you breathlessly, almost as if he ran to come see you. 

“Hey - How have you been?” Richard questions, moving closer to you when he noticed you did not step away. You place the item you had in your hands carefully in the cart. 

“It’s been well, how about you?” You question, moving your cart forward. He follows along, almost nervous to lose sight of you. 

“It could be better.” 

You hum in response, moving to grab the next item. You survey the ingredients, but put it down once you realize it contained the one thing Peter could not digest. 

“Right now isn’t the correct time or place to talk about us,” Richard begins, looking hesitant, “But, I do want you to know. I’ve never cheated on you or Kory. Kory - she’s the mother of my child, Mar’i, but we’re not together.” 

You pause to give him a look. Raising your eyebrow, you shake your head, “You’re right, Richard. Right now isn't the time or place to do this.” You sigh, catching eyes with Peter who was staring from across the aisle. He was frozen, looking at Richard and back at you. 

“I think…I’m free tomorrow, in the afternoon, if you want to talk. But please understand, I hold no negative feelings towards you.” 

Richard takes a deep breath, “Okay. I can do tomorrow.” He follows your line of sight, his breathing halting when he makes eye contact with Parker. “Do you - Do you know Parker?”

“Yes,” you respond simply, “He was my guest from the other day. Permanent guest, he’s staying with me.”

He nods, his shoulders drooping when he notices how hesitant Peter was to come towards him. When Parker is near, he gives Richard a soft greeting as he places some items in the cart. 

You bid goodbye to Richard. He watches from afar as Parker walks ahead of your cart, pulling it along with you.

He hoped it was true. He truly hoped Parker was the son he has with you in the future.

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“Thank you for this, you won’t regret it.” Dick smiles, happy to see you near him. “I’m sorry for not communicating with you properly, I’m sorry.” 

You stir the drink in your hand, tapping on the side rhythmically. “I don’t understand why you would keep them hidden from me. Richard, I’d never judge you for this. Truly.” 

“I’m sorry,” Richard repeats, “I- not many people take well of me being a single father. I trust you, I do, but I was scared of what you would think.” 

You stayed quiet, taking everything in. Looking at the side, to the window, you watch as the sun begins to go down. “I…I haven’t been honest either.” 

"Family is a big thing to me, it’s something I’ve always dreamed of, Richard.” You are a liar. Truly. For a moment - just a moment, you had almost told him of the lives you had lost. But - was it truly something you had lost? Did it count? They weren't from here, you knew this. You weren't from here. They didn't exist.

Your voice shakes, looking at Richard sadly, “Family is the biggest reason why I’m still here, I yearn to have one. When I thought you were being…unfaithful to another, it hurt.” 

You sigh, shaking your head, “I’m projecting, I apologize. But I didn’t want to be the reason for a broken family.” 

“You won’t,” Richard promises, reaching out his hand to hold your own that were still shaking, “I’ve spoken to Kory. She’s ecstatic that I have you. I hope to continue to have you as my most cherished loved one alongside Mar’i, if you’d have me again.” 

“Dick…” You whisper, looking at him wistfully, “There is so much you don’t know.”

“I understand that, I do."

“What is grief if not love persevering.” You smile, Dick shifts closer to you, leaning his forehead on yours. He smiles at you. A weight is lifted off his shoulders, seeing you accept him back into your life.

“We start slow. If there’s anything I should know, you don’t need to tell me now, but please, don’t let me find out some other way.” Dick nods in agreement.

The moment was broken when his phone started vibrating maniacally on the table. He knew his phone was silenced from any notifications. It had to be important. Picking it up, he reads through the alert. You see his eyes widen in worry.

“Dick? What’s going on?” You question him as he abruptly stands up.

“I’m so sorry, all forces are being sent downtown… Spider-Man just appeared again and there’s orders to subdue him by any means necessary. The GCPD have been trying to get him, and I think today is that day.” 

“Why him?” You question Dick as he moves towards the door, “He’s just a kid, don’t hurt him.” 

“I’m sorry.” At this rate, he was unable to defy the words of Batman himself.

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Peter was scared. He was scared. It was dark, but he knew that his fights with all the Bats combined had left him renderless. Tricked by their plan, he had thought he would only be seeing Red Robin today. How wrong he was.

He leans down on his knees, heaving from the bruises on his rib. He had difficulty breathing and he hoped nothing was punctured.

It’s okay. Everything’s okay. 

His senses alert him to a presence behind him. He’s tired, but he stills when he hears the familiar click of a gun. The smell from the man behind him increased - he was angry.

“What have you done now, you brat,” The man utters, poking Peter’s head with the gun. “I’ve warned you to leave. I told you what would happen if you didn’t leave.” 

Peter doesn’t say anything but he tenses once more when he hears the signs that there was more. More people watching.

“Hood, stand down.” A voice calls out, “He won’t do anything stupid, he knows he’s surrounded.” Nightwing sighs, as he crouches in front of Peter’s masked face. 

He hears someone else scoff, “Foolish to let your guard down.” Robin stands behind Nightwing, alongside Red Robin who observes quietly. 

He notices two other figures in the dark, waiting as backup.

“Batman will arrive shortly. ETA five minutes, keep Spider-Man there.” 

He tenses at the voice coming from Nightwing’s comms, and he knows that Red Robin noticed.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” He weakly argues, “We’ve been working alongside each other for ages. Please.” 

“Batman doesn’t allow unknown meta’s in Gotham City.” Robin responds instead, “We do not know your identity, therefore you are a threat.” 

“I- I haven’t hurt anyone.” Peter weakly responds, he’s losing his vision. He knows this. But he has to do something. He knew he had the abilities to do something. Act quickly Peter.

Watch out! 

His senses override as he tumbles away from the shot Red Hood aims at his legs. The bullet narrowly misses him. He’s at the edge now, as his body sluggishly moves against the others who surrounded him once more. 

It’s okay.

His senses begin to hum, zoning in on the emotion that had begun to overpower him. Someone else was coming - he knew it all too well. His ally was here. He felt safe. He’s safe. He knew. He didn’t have to fight anymore. 

Red Hood raises his gun once more as the others tell him to stand down. Their words mush together as he feels the pain begin to dull. 

Before Red Hood could shoot his leg, his gun flew out of his grip. Red consumes his vision, as he doubles down in pain. The green inside of him is overpowered by an unknown entity. He can’t see. He’s in so much pain. Memories flash against his eyes - the entity was pulling at his memories, forcing things he did not want to remember out. He sees everything. He sees his pain. 

He knows Nightwing is near. The memories of Dick Grayson consume him. His brother. His first meeting. The small moments they had together. Everything was pushing against his brain and it hurt so bad.

“Ah. I understand now,” He hears a familiar voice utter softly.

The pain disappears. He takes a gasp of fresh air. When his vision returns, all he sees is you.

You stand in front of Spider-Man, tilting your head in a direction that makes Jason’s whole body freeze up. He hears Dick utter your name, shocked to see you right in front of him.

You. It was you. Still dressed in the same clothes you met Dick Grayson in, stared at them. Your eyes are tinged with red, as well as your fingertips. 

Effortlessly, your hands move. The two figures watching move towards the group, red engulfing their beings. Red Robin and Robin alike are on their knees, red consuming them as well. 

You had only left Dick Grayson alone.

“I told you, didn’t I?” You mutter softly, staring at Dick with pure sadness. “Don’t let me find some other way.”

He utters your name, but he is pushed to the floor. Red overrides his eyes, he feels a pressure against his chest that he cannot remove.

"Hello? Is anyone there - Batman's ETA is - hello-" They hear Oracle scream. Their comms are cut short.

How easy it was to get through to her.

They hear Spider-Man call your name as well. But he did not sound afraid - he sounded relieved.

You carefully walk towards Spider-Man, crouching down to his level, you sigh softly, "They never let you rest do they." You pat his masked head - he leans into you as he sniffs. He is in pain, but for a moment, he rests.

The others, despite the intense pain they are experiencing are gobsmacked at the both of you. You - how you held Spider-Man like how a mother held their child. Red Hood's breathe hicks when he notices you look up at them all.

"What you are all experiencing...it is his pain encompassing your own." You direct to them and somehow, your smile is still soft. "I do apologize, for how abrupt I came." You sigh once more, tapping your cheek, "But once I heard from Richard - of all people that Spider-Man was to be captured. Well. I just had to do something."

You hear another arrive at that point. Your smile widens, staring at the big bat. Batman, as quiet as ever, surveys the others on the floor. But, instead of attacking, he too sits calmly. Too calmly.

When the others look, they see the red.

He too, was stuck. No matter how much he fortressed his own mind. He was not prepared for you. Nobody here will ever truly be prepared for everything you entail.

"I've tried," You mutter to Spider-Man softly, "I really tried to live a happy life here. But once again, I've been pulled back into a world with heroes." You sneer the last word towards the vigilantes who stiffen at your words.

"I was okay with accepting one hero. Spider-Man was fine, I knew him once before - I've watched him grow." You step towards Nightwing, shaking your head. "I accepted you into my life. Richie Wayne. I was warned about you - but I should have read this-" you jab at his head angrily, "from the beginning."

"I do not enjoy being lied to. The exact opposite, really. Heroes - or vigilantes should I say, are prone to being liars after all, so I should have expected it."

You hear Nightwing call your name. He was fighting against your hold so earnestly. "Please- don't do anything drastic. My-my love please, I'm so sorry. I was going to tell you-please." He whimpers, his head sagging from the pain consuming him.

Before you are able to respond, everyone present hears a hypnotic hum. The red consuming them tilts their head forward, towards the body of another woman floating towards them.

She continues to hum, as if she has not spoken for ages. Her dark silhouette, as beautiful and ethereal as ever continues her descent. She smiles, ever so softly. She murmurs, small, yet various whispers bring a calm to the ones present.

The Scarlet Witch, smiles hypnotically at the Bats. She skims her way through them, releasing them from their holds.

You hear the gasps of breaths they all take, but none move an inch. Red Hood shakes in his fervor, the greens coming back in full force. Red Robin shivers, holding himself closely as Robin, who fought effortlessly, leans to take full gasps of air.

"Ever so lucky, you vigilantes are." You mutter, as the Scarlet Witch returns to you from her venture to the Batcave - after all, she had found Oracle herself.

"It is time to go," You usher Spider-Man along, "They will hurt you no longer, my child."

And as it was once, you look back at Nightwing. "You will regret this until the end of your time. If you come for him again, I will not hesitate to ruin you." You smile.

Then in a quiet whisper, you are gone.

This moment, as all others where they've done this exact thing - of capturing Spider-Man over and over again will be forgotten. It was only this time, when you included yourself in the equation.

⋆｡°✩

Richard Grayson will search. He will search. But not for Spider-Man, whose sightings have been caught again and again. Despite the orders given by Batman, he only searched for one person. The rest of his family, although they were confused, also stopped their own search for Spider-Man - they felt weird to do so.

You.

He searched for you. His love. The one he wanted to spend his own life with. But, his endeavors were fruitless - anywhere he went, all he was met with confusion.

Nobody knew who you were. The coffee shop you frequented, the grocery store you went on and on about because of their sales. Your bakery, had been renamed under Natasha, who had been so confused when he asked for you.

"I'm sorry, we don't have anyone who works here with that name." Natasha smiles, "But, I can feel free to take your order."

Mar'i, as excited as ever to be spending time with her father, rattles out her own order in excitement. Natasha turns to him, as he provides the order he knew was your favorite.

He sighs, walking out of the bakery. It had been weeks, and even his family, who had experiences your powers first hand, had no clue who he was talking about. Even once, Tim had went up to him, handing him an un-named folder that even he was confused about. "I think I was doing this for you."

He sighs, as he continues down the street.

Mar'i is walking ahead of him, jumping over cracks to 'avoid breaking her mothers back.' He watches her, unaware of his surroundings.

When a women walks by him, his whole body tenses. The overwhelming scent of you is pushed forth. Whether it was your own natural scent or the perfumes - even his own colognes that you used, he would recognize you. He turns, eyes wide as the woman continues walking.

He recognizes the familiar figure - he calls out your name. He watches you pass and turn. He loses his breath when he sees you. His love. He knew it was you from the moment you locked eyes.

You smile and you wave. Another person blocks his vision and once they moved - you were gone.

He must have been seeing things.

"Daddy?" Mar'i questions, now next to him as she bunches his pant leg in her hands, "Who was that?"

At that moment, he knew. He knew you were real.

And he will find you.

Till death did its part.

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

MOST DATABLE DATABLE CHARACTER 2 THIRD PLACE

Claude propaganda:

"To say Claude has trust issues is an understatement—you have to spend half the game earning his. (Claude isn't even his real name!) Once you have it, though, he's absolutely ride or die for you until the stars go out. He is so full of heart and ambition: He wants both sides of his heritage to get along, he wants to open borders and eliminate xenophobia and promote equality between commonfolk, and deep down, I think he craves a partner to stand with him at that new dawn, or an equal who sees his vision for the future and will fight for it just as hard. Nobody believed in him when he was a kid, but if you put your faith in him, he'll return it tenfold. Some people don't like that he's calculating, or has to leave the player character at the end of the game to go back to his homeland, but both are necessary elements for his goals to change things. He will always come back, and everyone who bets against him and his love for his companions is wrong with a big fat W. #KhalidForMostDatablePrez"

"Claude is a fun little onion of facades. He calls himself the embodiment of distrust, he acts like he's carefree and without worries, an unscrupulous schemer--and so many in universe buy into that hook line and sinker. He's used to others viewing him with suspicion and uses it as armor to obscure his not-so-dark truth: that he cares immensely, that he values minimizing the loss of life, and that above all he has so much hope that people will fundamentally choose to do better given the choice.

His front guards a center that his conflict filled world would be happy to tear apart. As the child of people from two nations in constant conflict--one of which is explicitly isolationist and dehumanizes those outside its church's reach--he hasn't really had a place where he can be without his facade. As a child he thought he could run, but when confronted with the fact that this hatred existed no matter where he ran, he chose to instead try to create a more just and kind world.

His inability to let others in beyond his facade at first may lead to a sense of distance, but isn't it then all the more satisfying when you're allowed in? All he wants is a little trust, a little faith, and--like what he wants to give everyone--a chance to be better.

And like that you got a charming young lad with a fun personality that your grandma would be thrilled to have stay forever."

Elliott propaganda:

“Just look at him. Pure hunk energy.”

“I will punch anyone who dislikes him. He’s like a fire emblem character in the modern day. He’s so flamboyant and handsome, he can play the piano and he’s best friends with the old fishing man!”

“dramatic writer man with sexy hair”

"Since I like elliott. I will state some reasons why I like him

Imagine if Mr. Darcy didn’t insult your family first time you met him, that’s Elliott. The man who’s basically the hallmark romance love interest. He’s a writer who moves to the small town in the country side to find inspiration for his writing. Then he finds the farmer.

He has a crab living in his pocket

He can play the piano (hopefully it isn’t the river flows in you however)

His fans sometimes hc him as a merman and that’s just a major plus IMO

He genre of the book he writes is dependent on what genre you say you like.

He also sends letters to you if you marry him

Okay and also some things I dislike

His liked gifts, the easiest one is pomegranates, which cost like 6000g to grow a tree if you don’t pick the fruit cave. I AM NOT GETTING SQUID INK IN YEAR ONE FOR YOU.

he might be British /j

The fact he has no kitchen but still likes food like lobster, like he is just a mystery. Lives in a cabin, with no kitchen, no washroom (okay no character has a washroom), but still likes the most fancy food out there and has luscious hair worthy of a L’Oréal ad.

Gifting him on rainy days when you don’t have two hearts"

[blazehedgehog]

what was the deal with games media and forums during the 2000s being so harsh and in many cases downright unfair towards games that wanted to experiment or do something interesting? part of me feels that is why the 2010s had so many massive game series pumping out boring and "safe" games.

We were a lot more ignorant back then. You have to figure that games media has a definitive age, right. Now we had video game magazines going ball the way back to the 80's, but it feels like there was a real boom in game magazines in the 90's with things like EGM, Gamepro, Game Players, Game Fan, Nintendo Power, Game Informer, Edge, Next Generation, PC Gamer, CGW, Tips & Tricks, PSM, etc.

But the age of the industry back then... even if a lot of the writers were in their 20's, 30's, and sometimes even 40's, the readers were all pretty young. I started reading gaming magazines when I was 11. And to some degree it felt like the industry grew up with us. It also reflected the wider era as a whole.

We used to be a more innocent people. More ignorant. Unaware of the wider world at large. American white males (the primary demographic for gaming magazines) lived in this tiny little bubble where they got to feel like they were kings. The world was their oyster. Racism? Nah man, civil rights solved that back in the 1950's. Racism is over. We beat the nazis in the 40's, they don't exist anymore either. Women belong in the kitchen making us a sandwich. I'm American, I'm straight, I'm white, I'm a man, and that makes me the center of the known universe. As long as I have beer, boobs, and bacon, my life is perfect.

And the thing about being comfortable is that people like to be comfortable. Comfort usually means cozying up with something you already know you're going to like. A known quantity. So that's this era, right: repeating familiar ideas and milking them for all its worth, completely unchallenged, because nobody is comfortable when they are being challenged.

But widespread, modern internet access began to spread across the world. Smartphones and social media connected us more closely than we ever have before, both for better and worse. And suddenly all those Straight, white, American males are rubbing elbows with very different international cultures than they're used to, and the perspective on American life begins to shift. The veil is lifted. Eyes are opened for the first time. The world is a very different place than what most Americans thought it was.

Racism? Not actually solved. Nazis? They're still out there, actually. Women? Minorities? Equal rights are not as equal as it sounded. Plus, we trample all over other cultures constantly. And bad actors are rapidly trying to muddy the waters so they can continue to operate unopposed. Welcome to the real world.

Some people embraced this new knowledge with open arms. Learning, and growing, and changing, seeing fresh perspectives and new ideas. And other people just wanted to stay comfortable, sticking their heads in the sand, and trying to deny what was now right in front of them.

My point is, as a people, a worldwide planetary entity, we're a lot more diverse now. We're a lot smarter and more accepting of others. We're a lot more mature.

And then there's something I haven't touched on and its the fact that corporations love "comfort", too. They love being able to avoid taking risks and feeding us the exact same content in perpetuity. But with the indie game boom, more people than ever before can put their art out into the world, which just drives diversity even more.

My point being that we used to be pretty dumb and ignorant, but some of us are less dumb and ignorant nowadays.

[cecenyss]

You know people complain a lot about how NaLu never sails but I don’t think that we appreciate Fairy Tail as a series where romance basically never happens.

The only ships I can think of being portrayed as explicitly romantic—even if they never actually happen they’re clearly meant to be interpreted as romantic—are Gray/Juvia, Elfman/Evergreen, Jellal/Erza, Levy/Gajeel,,,, literally wracking my head and I can’t think of anything else. Which yeah four main ships sounds like a lot but there are so many characters in Fairy Tail they introduce new people every arc and most of them come back later. All of them have fans that adore them. And these are the only real ships I can think of.

Maybe Erik/Kinana? But I don’t remember ever seeing that confirmed in the anime. I think it might’ve been said in 100yq but idk I never got very far.

Anyway my point is romance is basically never the main focus and that’s such a breath of fresh air. And the ships that are there never really feel like they’re just there to be ‘in love’ their relationship always has some weight to it

Gruvia is is I think the worst of them and even then Gray means a lot to Juvia in a real way outside of her nonsensical obsession with him, he chased the rain away and that’s significant.

It’s just like,,, idk. Media is always so romance focused and it’s so nice to have something that isn’t. I think that’s why I keep going back to it

[loverboybrightsideghost]

one of my favorite clark headcanons that i have (that is completely unsupported by canon) is that he's transgender by kryptonian standards. martha and jon kent raised him as a boy and as he grew up he never had any reason to doubt it at all, he was like yeah i'm a boy, makes sense. and then he gets to the fortress of solitude for the first time and it turns out how Gender works on krypton was just Different enough that clark doesn't really fit the kryptonian standards of whatever he was supposed to be. bonus points because this makes him feel like even more of an outsider as a kryptonian, even if he's the last one left.

[radqueer-yanqing]

Re-joining the tumblr scene~!

I mean you hopefully don’t know me since I’m making it a point to separate myself from my prev accounts (other than those who know me personally) but! I’ve missed the radqueer community and tumblr sooo…

Blog theme is just a theme! I don’t ID as Yanqing (if someone randomly comes along and wants my url just dm me and I’ll see what I can do). I am using it because my Doll loves Yanqing and we thought it would be cute.

I don’t know what I want for names here so just call me whatever strikes your fancy. It/Ey/Love/Fluff/Purr/Kit pronouns, please!

If it wasn’t already obvious, I’m Radqueer. Im anti harassment, pro consang, pro para, pro trans id, pro fic, etc. I would rather people who will hold my identity against me not interact, but I won’t have any strict DNI (please try to interact in good faith. If I misinterpret you, just let me know, I’m not trying to make enemies)

Only consistent tags I’ll probably use are #Doll <3 and #Ouppy <3 to easily reference those that are mine. Speaking of my dearest loves, if you’d like to see their blogs you can find them at @morphoqueer and @jatlokgwo respectively!

My main interests at the moments are Genshin Impact, Honkai: Star Rail, Obey Me!, Bungou Stray Dogs, and Wuthering Waves (WuWa is a very passive interest in comparison to the others, though)

the only trans ids I feel comfy sharing are transnutallergy (in the process of transitioning! Made easier by the fact that my friend is cisnutallergy so we never eat stuff with nuts and she can give me tips and she helps me feel more comfy saying I have a nut allergy! <3), transsinglet (already transitioned though it was kind of on accident), and transvalentinesbirthday + bibirthday.

Idk if this intro post is gonna be permanent but at least I’ve got something! That’s more than usual.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Lineup of all of the characters that appear long enough to need a visual representation of them in the game lol

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

No one:

Me: Okay, but what if their relationship has nothing to do with Sonic and Tails? What if Metal literatally just saw Eggman working on Tails Doll and assumed without proof that they were created for him? What if Metal quite literally attached to Tails Doll through this assumption and then their partnership progressed naturally? What if the inorganic creations fell in love as an unorthodox power couple and just so happened to resemble a famous partnership?

[synthetic-sonata]

i should probably make ( or remake ) a friendgroup hangout server for tumblr mutuals adn the like but i am so fucking sapped of energy that i dont feel like it and am overly paranoid ab stupid friendgroup drama happening Again . also my trackpad being half broken all the time prob doesnt help

[echo-s-land]

It's insane how most of the time I don't get how ppl interact and I also Don't Fucking Care

[outlying-hyppocrate]

DO YOU EVER SUDDENLY REALIZE????? THAT PEOPLE??????? ACTUALLY EXIST?????? HELLO TO ANY AND ALL REAL PEOPLE SEEING THIS

[vcrnons]

Top 5 favourite Vernon eras?

ask me my top five anything !

( @ikigaisvt asked me the same thing [ wondering about your top five vernon era 🤲-sammy <3 ] whehjgrghsdjg i love u guys. i am smushing these together just so i don't post the same thing twice <33 ) ( all of this is retroactive becauseee fml was my first svt cb so i wasn't around for any of these but i have consumed an ungodly amount of content so i can reasonably confidently make this decision )

FEAR.

home;run

don't wanna cry (look. blond vernon can just be so deeply personal, okay)

black eye

hot

[clowndensation]

have decided i need to write an essay about charoum's whole deal with gortash. which doesn't even get into gortash's whole deal with charoum. because that's an entire other essay.

ok the thing about charoum and gortash is that. like.

charoum is a guy who's never meaningfully been told no in his life. anybody in a position to impart any sort of boundary with him was generally murdered in the process, and then he went ahead and did what he wanted anyways. and i don't think he necessarily understood what he was doing as a child (beyond any young child's capability of understanding what murder or death means). he just knew that murder 1. felt good and natural to him. 2. meant he got to do what he wanted. 3. he's alone and scared and he misses his mom and dad, but they're not around anymore.

by the time he was able to contextualize murder as an action that had consequences outside of his own immediate self-gratification, he was already so disconnected from the idea that other people actually were people - with their own lives and hopes and dreams - that it was infinitely easier to reject any guilt or regret he might feel, in favor of leaning into this worldview he's crafted, wherein he (and orin) exist alongside other people, but aren't actually one of them.

and so while he might enjoy infiltrating the world where all the other people are (going into taverns and singing and dancing and drinking, rubbing shoulders with the nobles and aristos of baldur's gate, being an object of admiration and obsession of his fellow cultists), he understands that he (and orin) are uniquely separate from them all.

and then he meets gortash. and he's fun! he's interesting! he levers people with the same efficiency that charoum kills them. he tries to lever charoum like he's one of those ordinary people. a person on the other side of the curtain, unaware of the stage they all play on. and it works. if charoum isn't paying attention, if he underestimates gortash, focuses on something else, he'll find himself going along with what he wants without even thinking about it!

there is, genuinely, nothing more invigorating than being manipulated into doing what someone else wants, because that proves that someone else has a will separate from his own, and is capable of enforcing it onto him. which is exciting in a way that nothing else in charoum's life has ever been.

[area51-escapee]

I feel like people particularly in fandom have this idea that once a person reaches like over 25 they’re supposed to lose all their interests and only have the set pre approved Adult Interests™️ like paying taxes and having kids and drinking wine and the only reason an adult would like anything is to find some kind of sexual gratification in it because all adults are sex crazed perverts so even the most innocent fanart or fanfic is deemed sus and inappropriate and idk that sounds like a terrible way to think of getting older

[gimmick-blog-bracket]

Now for the final round!

@hellsitegenetics

I love them

I didn't know I needed to know that the weed-smoking girlfriends post was genetically a wolf, but I did, and I do. Also puts great stuff on my dash.

it’s so fun to be scrolling unhinged posts and then boom. an organism!

so many moths‼ also, unexpected comedy with some of the matches

perfect blend of silly and informative, and makes for an excellent punchline at the end of a long post. puts creatures on my dash. literally what more could you ask for

It's a really unique blog concept and a lot of times the results are pretty funny. It's great when the sequence matches the post content too!

Creatures 👍

Finds beautiful creatures out of the mess of the hellsite

Offers finality AND gives us a creechur.

I love them. English speakers talk like moths

If this blog wins, they could run the text of the winning announcement, and determine the post's genus and species!

They're also very good about tagging the type of creature depicted in the results, so as long as you mute tags of creatures you don't want to see, it's a very fun time seeing iconic legacy posts (and new submissions) being reduced down to a string of letters and assigned a random species of fish or moth or something!

uhh it’s cool

BLAST

There are so many weird bugs in the world

Yippee!!

If, as Haldane said, God has an inordinate fondness for beetles, then surely this blog proves that Tumblr has an inordinate fondness for moths.

Top tier blog as a geneticist, I love seeing obscure organisms and MOTH

Admin got rate limited after trying to blast the bee movie

the knowledge of biology to pull this off (i have taken one biology class in my life) and also the work to find all the strings honestly deserves quite a bit of praise

This gimmick blog has it all: science, pictures of animals, interaction with the text of other peoples' posts, interesting information, and a unique and fun premise. As a biologist, I'm rooting for hellsitegenetics to reach the end and take the tournament, because it is truly a standout among gimmick blogs.

If they win, perhaps this blog too shall become a cool organism :3

@hasgavlebockenburneddownyet

What's more happy holiday cheer than cheering on the destruction of a giant straw goat?

The birds may have won 2023, but I believe in humanity's capability for arson for 2024 <3

a vote for me is a vote for arson! This message was approved by hasgavlebockenburneddownyet

gavle is SUCH a public service and holiday feature

what's more tumblr than comical destruction and holidays?

sometimes you just gotta vote with your matchsticks

Bringing a cultural staple to tumblr since 2021

Arson is so much more fun

It would be really funny and ironic if it survives the tournament

you have no idea how much joy watching the chronicling of the gavlebocken brings me every year

hasgavlebockenburneddownyet provides an essential public service

always love seeing a bit of Swedish history on my dash 'Swedish bamboo season'

the goat account is peak gimmick blog

If I don't get to beat the goat then nobody does. -pointless-achievements

Never ask Tumblr to choose between lies and arson! The winner threatens by nature to rip apart the very fabric of our DNA!

goat statues made out of straw are exciting and interesting

I wanna see things burn

the goat is an essential part of tumblr culture and the goat blog is a sacred keeper of the tumblr high holidays

watching to see if the big straw goat has burned down each year is a true delight, something I never knew existed until tumblr and the blog dedicated to it

the incredibly focused nature of @/hasgavlebockenburneddownyet is what makes their gimmick superior.

Please guys bite gavlebocken

Look, I'm Danish. I was put on this earth to annoy the Swedes and vice versa, but even I voted for @/hasgavlebockenburneddownyet

gavlebocken is also such a fun name and this blog informed be about its existence, so for that I am grateful

hasgavlebockenburneddownyet is providing a vital service! Every year, people rely on their updates regarding the fate of our most beloved Yule Goat! How could they NOT deserve the win!?

sacred anti-corporate arson

a vote for gävlebocken is a vote for anarchy!

pls vote for them they're the funniest gimmick keeping track on the funniest phenomena in recent human history, like when i look at their acc i think to myself this is what tumblr was created for

the goat is the GOAT

HASGAVLEBOCKENBURNEDDOWNYET DESERVES TO WIN, I have them on post alert for a REASON

the holiday season wouldn't be the same without them

they do important reporting. Do you look at the news and be like 'the reporters aren't doing work they're just telling you whats happening.' Have some respect for the goat news

let the weird burnt sacrificial ritual of it all appeal to you

nothing makes my December more interesting, arson should win

doesn't barge in on other peoples posts which is always a good thing in my books. not a fan when obnoxious gimmick blogs turn a decent post into a garbled mess