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Why my parents get so pissed when I say I wanna do nothing but rest in bed on my day off is a mystery š
#all they do is lay in bed while I work#why am I suddenly the target of their frustration when I just wanna recharge my batteries like???#Iām about to enter hell week soon#both because summer is starting#and because locals will be able to get into the park for 5$#which means A LOT of idiots#we HAVE to be out and be vigilant because thereās literally people#whoās only goal coming on park is to steal our bathroom supplies or steal from stores#we have people who destroy property and vandalize the walls and chairs and tables and ect#Iād just like to have my peace for one day#ONE DAY#before the chaos unfolds#Iāll be going from working 12:30-8:30 to 12:30-10:30 super fucking soon please let me get some rest in for fucks sake manā¦.#talkies#vent
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quick aggie doodle ā nov 16 pogbur but he stood maybe a little bit too close to a TNT, and there was no c!Phil to save him from the blast. died as he lived: never whole and alone
also because the breaking bad gus fring death scene won't leave my head, like holy shit look that's peak rule of cool (cw gore)
#CW GORE#c!wilbur#pogbur#dsmp fanart#dsmp#i could suspend my disbelief better than the Now You See Me 2 card smuggling scene#because it's so cool#was thinking of doing smth with qsmp and NYSM2's card smuggling scene but woauwaowu man blow up#oh if he died alone that meant he told 'the traitor is techno' to no one. no one heard him. he died watching the chaos unfold.#he died watching it all crumble before his eyes.#juicy
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Hi, Nym! How are you? Can I please request a ler!Dazai lee! Fyodor coffee shot? Imagine! The two are in bed (either cuddling or just doing their own thing) and -tall-bitch-Dazai kind of just sits on Fyodor's hips and Fyodor is absolutely unfazed- going as far as to taunt him... until Dazai starts 'air-tickling him'. So Dazai is just wiggling his fingers above his boyfriend's giggle spots and Fyodor is trying his best to avoid his fingers, meanwhile Dazai is teasing him with, 'I'm not even touching you!' Please tell me if you get sick of this ship/lee and ler pairing LMAO- I don't want you to get sick of it.
āOh?ā Fyodor mumbled with a sleepy smile as Dazai pushed the covers aside to loosely straddle his hips, grinning down at him. āYou want to go another round already? I thought Iād tired you out.ā
Dazai ran his hands up and down his partnerās arms. āYou did. Iām too tired to go again right now, bunny. Donāt worry.ā
āHmm. Then what are you doing?ā
Dazai tilted his head as though the answer should be obvious, lightly trailing his hands down Fyodorās chest. āJust thinking of how I can get you back.ā
āAha.ā Fyodor smirked up at him. āAnd what have you concluded, moy blestyashchiy?ā
The detective hummed again, dramatically shifting into a āthinking very hardā pose. Then his eyes lit up like fireworks and he snapped his fingers. āI know!ā
He wasnāt even touching Fyodor ā he was hovering almost six inches above him, in fact ā but the sight of Dazaiās wiggling pointer fingers over his bare torso made the Russian full-body shiver, and he instinctively brought his arms in to protect himself, despite not actually needing toā¦yet.
āMoya lyubovā,ā Fyodor muttered, his voice wavering ever so slightly, ādonāt do it.ā
āDonāt do what?ā
The Russian wasnāt stupid enough to fall for that trick. He attempted a glare, but it was halfhearted at best with the way the brunette was beaming down at him.
āWorth a shot,ā Dazai chuckled, switching from wiggling just two fingers to wiggling all of them, darting down as though he were about to attack before pulling back at the last second. It was worth it to hear Fyodorās sharp intake of breath, to watch him twist uselessly to the side as if he could go anywhere like this.
āDazai, donāt.ā
āDonāt what, bunny?ā
Fyodor hated the way the too-smart-for-his-own-good detective was looking at him. Like he was just waiting for an invitation, an excuse to go for it ā like hearing him sputter out helpless giggles would give him all the fuel he needed to get through his next day.
āDonātā¦tease me,ā Fyodor relented, refusing to make eye contact. āJust do it already, pridurok.ā
āI donāt know what you called me, but Iām sure it was a loving pet name, right, bunny?ā Dazai giggled, then finally brought his wiggling fingers down to Fyodorās sides, watching him arch and snicker with immense satisfaction.
āYa tehehehehebya nenahahahahavizhu!ā
āLove you too, Fyo~ā
#fanfiction#tickle drabble#bungo stray dogs#bsd#dazai osamu#fyodor dostoevsky#fyozai#tickling#ticklish#tickle#wrote this before the chaos unfolded yesterday so why not share it now dafhiadfhdl#also i think i might not write fyodor for a while#since opening reqs for him that's almost all i've been getting and i'm kind of burnt out ^^'#obligatory āI don't speak russian so anything mistranslated is my badā#also if this is the same fyozai anon who sent me an ask overnight I appreciate your skk hcs very very much; thank you <3
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āŖāI see everyone is trying to stab each other with knives tonight. Iām curiousā¦ how many of you would dare try such a thing on me?āā¬
#growling through cursed teeth (ic);#watching the chaos unfold (dash commentary);#letting the beast roam free (crack);#mobile post;#[ I have been having a lazy day tbh ]#[ Got back from the gym and Iāve just watched YouTube on my couch ]#[ Maybe Iāll do a bit of writing before DnD starts tonight ]
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pov: (begrudgingly) letting your partner do your hair because they're better at it than you
#tnp fanart#the northern passage#tnp hunter#lea chen#I like to imagine that this takes place sometime before keld#a little bit of respite before the chaos that later unfolds#oc: mercy belmont
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Iām just gonna put this here
#just gonna watch chaos unfold#some people will immediately understand#some will get defensive#cs lewis#Tolkien#jrr tolkien#narnia#like they literally had black face in the last battle#and called them the COLOUR MEN#but they also discussed colonialism in prince caspian??#but also a bunch of little white children from another world were just handed the crowns over Narnia before that???#lotr#like yeah the southerners arenāt the only ones with dark skin#the hobbits also have dark skin on average#HOWEVER#the fact that the hobbits with more power have more falohide running through them#aka more pale/white#a little odd#however however#ik that Tolkien hated how racists tried to use his works to be racist#once again solidifying my point that he thought he unpacked it all but didnāt#side note: the fact that the inn keeper in lotr basically said#the only reason why I knew it was you guys was because pippin is pale as shit. otherwise you all look the same to me#had me fucking dying of laughter when I read it
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An impertinence.
Your insincerity and avarice made me hate you. /Ref
Pretty happy w the lighting since it's been a while since I did this type
This took like around 15 hours? I just know mid drawing emo music wasn't cutting it so I ended up putting on a true crime podcast to get through this one, new developments fr, I also found out I can fall asleep to this man's theme so that's smth /lh
Flower meanings + Inspiration (/lh)
Geraniums - Stupidity
Foxglove - Insincerity
Meadowsweet - Uselessness
Yellow Carnations - You have
disappointed me
Orange Lilies - Hatred
Butterfly Weed - Get out of my Face
Peonies - Passive Aggressive sign of Anger
Rhododendron - I am out for you
Petunia - Anger and Resentment
Black Dahlia - Shame (Betrayal and Sadness)
Narcissus - Selfishness
Lavender - Distrust
Hydrangea - Heartlessness
Black roses - You're dead to me
Yeah so I had this post saved a while back so might as well /lh
Bonus:
#1beatheart#1bh#miwashiba#Shinobu Kasuga#floriography#kasuga shinobu#language of flowers#cyril art#personal hc that he sits on rooftops before fully leaving an area to watch the chaos and panic unfold
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donāt forget the reason for the season (would you kiss your clone? yes. and youāre mr. maccabee)
#he's the sexiest person in the room after all#GOD lmfao i'm so head in hands that there's no footage of Will Roland Mr. Maccabee. but there Are all these pictures so thank god for that#or also steph b/c she took a lot (or all re: this source) of them lol. godspeed#the reason for the season is also idk whatever wroles there've been in these things. many#obviously cyril von miserthorpe; the last christmas extravaganza antagonist. Merely Assumed ragamuffin role uhh i think it was something v#much like melvin cooterstein lol. uncle peenie. mr. chestnut. that folger's opening guy they keep saying they'll have to Tell The Story Of#and i don't know that anyone actually has yet lmfao. is that a sequence / bit not found in later iterations such as that there's a tale....#or was there something especially zany abt that particular one lol. i hardly know All The Lore abt All Sequences and things change / evolve#for example. are there always two mister maccabees and then they kiss???#god. imagine having to cope with that and you're that guy whose heterosexuality was so threatened by mr. maccabee's sexy number that he like#suddenly became extremely preoccupied with looking at Anything Else right up until the next step in the proceedings lol#and isn't there always? usually? a number with mary's sexy men backup dancers. f for that guy again#i would be looking directly at it and getting rowdy if the above image was unfolding before me#joe iconis christmas extravaganza#will roland#shoutout to his talking about mr. maccabee in that recent interview as well; connected to jimmy armstrong. a surprising reference lol#also shoutout to will roland's mother attending these events and in twenty nineteen (the year of cyril von miserthorpe) that was indirectly#the only way we knew will as winston would be in billions season 5 at all. your boy is coy#a delightful little moment when she cameos in the uncle peenie (will roland) and aunt loretta (danielle gimbal) performance lol =)#also naturally some further chaos in that i think often ppl would not necessarily play the same roles every night of an xmas xtrav streak...#just to add to the mystery and presumed wealth of [this person as whomever]s out there. argggh the magic of will roland mr maccabee....#don't cry b/c there's no audio motion visuals....smile b/c it happened and pictures were taken and posted findably....#also learned while offline like what tf. i would've thought i'd've saved the mr. chestnut video already lol. it escaped me...f for Me
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this sure is a skam season huh
#wtfock#so much is happening lmaooo#anaĆÆs: no wtf of course im not smoking! also anaĆÆs 2 minutes later -#honestly i feel bad for hanne she's just looking out for her friend#these last 3 clips were weird as fuck tho#why did anaĆÆs not want to take the bus? am i just stupid and didnt catch it?#and like. sure i don't particularly love the stuff bobbie is doing but before all this she was just doing shit on her own#now she's actively bringing anaĆÆs in danger by running a red light on a scooter paid for by anaĆÆs her dad... this is Not gonna end well lmao#but we shall see that chaos unfold in the coming weeks for now i am going to bed <3 goodnight wtfock tag#s.txt
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THE FREAKINā CHEEKS I CANāT DEAL š¤£š¤£šš
TW // Character Death
BGM - King Croacus Appears - SPM
ACT 1
ACT 2
ACT 3 - 1 <<< 21 / 22 / ???
I apologize at how long it took for this update to come out.
Things happened and Iāll leave it at that.
I also posted everything (except one comic) to TikTok! So thereās that too!
I will try to aim for my original schedule of an update every couple of days. If I donāt keep my word, I have failed.
I am also not apologizing for killing Cooper off. He was fated to perish the day he tossed the penguin š¤.
#DANG Lumalee destroying Cooperās wings tho#was not expecting him to do that but THANK GOSH he did#and I wasnāt expecting Doug to help out the escape gang either#granted he did do messed up things with the rest of the torture trio#but Iām also glad to see him standing against them now#PEACH FREAKING OUT AND KNOCKING KAMEK BACK OUT I CANāT š¤£š#thatās freakinā me when I think Iāve killed a bug and then it suddenly twitches šš#and holy crap Cooper raging and threatening to gouge Luigiās eye šØšØ#THEN I FREAKINā WHEEZED WHEN HE LOST HIS SHELL š¤£#(and sidenote: I love that Luigi still has the ring on)#AND LUMALEEāS FACE HAD ME DYING MORE š¤£š#then Cooper dies the same way he killed Liborā¦thatās what I like to call sweet karma#YAY MY BOI TOAD CLAIMED VICTORY OVER LAKITU š„³#and oh god the super hornā¦I donāt know what itās gonna do and Iām scared to find out š°š„#so Iām BEGGING Mario to get over here and save Luigi before this super horn causes whatever chaos is about to unfold š°š°#and the escape trio to save PK on time š°#the super mario bros movie#super mario bros movie#super mario movie#mario movie#luigi#lumalee#princess peach#kamek#koopa troopa#dry bones#fanart#fan art
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i keep seeing songs on TT that remind me of Linebeck...and I don't...really know how to feel about it.
#On the one hand#It makes me happy that I'm seeing scenes and animatics in music again#Specifically that I'm seeing scenes with specific characters#Because that's something that I kinda love about my brain#Is how easily it turns music and lyrics into a visual story I can follow just by turning a song on#Back when I first started with The Moss and this whole page#That was supposed to be the gimmick#That's why I have that abandoned Sander's Sides comic featuring Virgil and Remus#(Honestly at the height of my involvement in that fandom I was able to imagine EVERY 35mm song as being between Sanders Sides characters)#I still see a lot of scenes#They've just been more focused on the world building of The Moss rather than just the main cast#Or some songs just don't fit The Moss or any other fandom I've been in before#So I almost ignore them in a way#BUT THEN THIS MOTHERFUCKER#I honestly don't listen to much music anymore#I work and listen and do chores to a YouTube playlist of streamers and let's plays#My most exposure to music nowadays is usually from TT unfortunately#And goddamn all the songs I'm exposed to just fit right in with how I view him or how other characters view him#And it almost makes me mad#Like I can't just listen to a song#I hear one lyric or the guitar or bass or cello does a funky little rift#And then I'm sent straight into that world and have to figure out what I want it to do and where I want it to fit#I think part of it is every song in The Moss has to serve a purpose for the overarching narrative or as an āI amā song for the character#Meanwhile Linebeck....I can fit so many aus into that bad boy you don't understand#Or just throw it all into the wild-west of post-ph/pre-ph and just watch the chaos unfold.#It also doesn't help that my fyp keeps bringing up nautical themed shit#Like....ofc I'm going to be thinking about him while listening to this song- there's wave sounds in the background#But I was kinda content to...not be seeing anything in songs?#Listening to music had gone from something that I could easily just put on in the background to something I was paying All my attention to#Just so I could see the characters and the scenes
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I have this idea for a Velvet/Eleanor/Magilou Modern AU fic, which is - basically an idea based off the "2 AM" prompt from the 64 Damn Prompts (because I literally just thought of it yesterday).
All I have to attribute to it so far is Eleanor asking Velvet "Why are we out here at two in the morning?" to which Velvet goes "That's a good question. What are we doing out here at two in the morning?" while giving Magilou a very pointed look, to which Magilou gives them both a very patented shit-eating grin.
#i'm not sure if i want this to be part of the An Exercise in Futility AU#even though my mind's leaning that way#if it goes that way it'd probably take place before the series starts#like right after velvet gets settled into the house and is told to keep her head down and be 'a good girl' aka stay out of trouble#but magilou says ACAB and wants to fuck w/ them even more#so she drags velvet and eleanor out in the dead of night to watch her handiwork in action and the chaos unfold#before they have to fucking bolt and pretend they didn't see anything/weren't complicit#like talking about the weather at the gas station :3#aaah now i want to write this#onto the backburner you go!#armi's wips#fanfiction#mywriting
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now I'm actually invested in this idea. maybe I'll write a full length fic someday idk... for now I have short hcs
parts 1 | 2 | 3 | kalim | bad ending
summary: crowley decides to "give away" yuu to the highest "donation" for financial reasons type of post: headcanons characters: all nrc students additional info: can be read as platonic or romantic, except malleus is pretty romantic, second person pov, yuu is gender neutral, maybe a little ooc I wrote this as soon as I got up
crowley has had his fair share of "what the fuck" moments from you but this was really taking the cake
he acts so... casual about it?
swaggers into ramshackle one morning and says times are tough and your personal expenses are straining the budget so he's decided to "put you in someone else's care"
"The screening process will be vigorous to make sure you end up in good hands!" like you're a cat or something "Your expenses will be covered and you'll have somewhere to go during break!"
okay great. pretty obvious you have no say in this, so you don't even argue. what's the worst that could happen?
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Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel find you the next day to say they're pooling their money to buy you
"To what?"
Epel shrugs. "Oh, well Crowley said we need to offer a donation to prove we're capable of supporting you..."
(you think that if not for the laws of this land you would have slaughtered that old fart)
Jack goes on a really long tirade about how shady and underhanded this is, making sure to reaffirm that he believes you should be free to make your own choices
"So you'll let me go once you get me?"
"Uhhh..."
Ace thinks once they buy you you'll have no choice but to do all of his homework for him
Deuce says that's not really how it works- and even if he tried, Riddle would kill him
(they've already gone over this twice before finding you)
Epel happily volunteers to take you home with him over breaks, probably the only positive in this mess
even if he thinks the whole thing is kind of funny
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incapable of keeping his mouth shut, Ace accidentally spills the plan to Riddle, who is understandably aghast
you can't just give away a person under your care like a toy!
of all the irresponsible things...
of course, he'll have to put up his offer, too
purely for your sake! with a nicer room and a brand new copy of the dorm rules, maybe you'll stop getting yourself into trouble
he's got some family money (doctors, naturally) and considers this a worthwhile purchase, for his sanity and yours
of course, Trey and Cater overhear and may or may not be pooling their own cash for a chance, too
going behind Riddle's back on this is a risky venture, but hey, someone's gotta be on your side, here, right?
I mean, between a bunch of sixteen year old boys, the housewarden, and them, who would you choose?
actually don't answer that
...not that it's much of a secret, anyway. Cater's already got their gofundme equivalent link in bio
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Leona initially plans to have you become a live-in lackey like Ruggie
but then he really starts thinking- and, hey, the possibilities are endless, right?
for one, you'd make a really good pillow
he might have to kick Grim out for your full attention, but you could learn to live with that
and malleus would hate it
...that's reason enough for him
plus, he's got money to burn, so why not?
either way, he sets his bid at a reasonable (maybe too confident) price and sits back to watch the chaos unfold as everyone scrambles for a piece of the pie
news travels fast around school, after all
then Ruggie finds out that you could dethrone him as Leona's #2 and is understandably a little annoyed
that's his cushy post-grad job gig, thank you! he's worked hard for that!
besides, why should Leona get to hoard you? the guy can barely take care of himself!
so, Ruggie ends up outsourcing to a few dozen classmates for the necessary funds at a steep I-owe-you price
he's gonna be eating nothing but dandelions for a while...
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now, Azul is annoyed
once the news goes school-wide, it's all anyone can talk about
talk about good marketing...
why didn't he think of such a brilliant scam? he could have negotiated with Crowley to have a cafƩ brand deal tie-in!
of course, he's already set his bid, with Jade and Floyd offering to pitch in as necessary
it's a risky investment, sure, but a worthwhile one
Azul tells everyone that with the prefect's "obvious" popularity, having them at the cafƩ a few nights a week would drive sales through the roof
though that's really just what he says to shirk suspicion
a likely excuse coming from him, though, really, it would just be nice having you around
and if not for his own affections, Floyd's incessant begging and Jade's subtly manipulative comments about "how nice" it would be having a new face around would be enough for him to cave eventually
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"Kalim, no," is the first thing that Jamil says
"I strongly advise against this. It's another one of Crowley's silly scams and you could end up a target bec- are you even listening?"
hint: he is not
the second Kalim found out that he could get to take in his favorite magicless student like one of his treasures, he was all over it
(AKA infinite sleepovers)
and for what? a little optional donation to prove he's got the funds? he's got cash to spare!
he's already got your new room in Scarabia set up before he even puts his bid in
right next to his of course :)
and despite what Jamil insists, he himself might be working behind the curtain just a little to ensure he's the one who ends up with you
after all, why should Kalim get everything? this might be a valuable learning opportunity for him
You don't always get what you want
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as much as Epel tries to keep the rest of his dorm from finding out, it's inevitable
he's actually a little surprised that the news didn't get to Vil sooner
with Rook around campus, surely he must have said something...
when Vil does find out, though, he just sighs
oh, of course. what next, will everyone meet each other in the arena and fight to the death over the prefect?
of all the silly, immature things...
oh? what's that? he's bidding anyway? of course he is, silly potato. he can't have some unwashed miscreant making you sleep on polyester bedding
(really, he's the only person on campus worthy of your time)
Rook has also been mysteriously absent from the dorm lately, though his initials on a poem and a strangely large sum of money end up in the donation pile
but really, that could be anyone... Rook would never dare betray Vil again, right?
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Ortho finds out directly from the other first years and sends Idia the details immediately
with a little note of encouragement, of course: "could be excellent for improving your social skills!"
Idia understandably freaks out
"WTF!!!! nooo way! this is a person, not a chatbot we're talking about here! I can barely keep virtual pets alive!!!!"
(liar)
(...but this is still different)
the conversation ends there, but semi-anonymous bid from someone named "gloomurai" gets cashapp'd directly to crowley
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everyone in the room immediately turns to Malleus
"For the record, I think it's wrong to be bargaining over a human being," Silver says first. "But if anyone could handle it with grace, it's you."
Lilia laughs. "Oh, you're just saying that because you like the prefect so much!"
"Father, you're the one who likes the prefect so much,"
"Oh, right! carry on then. After all, I'm sure we could share,"
Sebek is the only one relatively against the idea, though Lilia luckily manages to get him to lower his voice after his third speech about how you aren't good enough for his liege
Malleus is rather quiet through the whole evening, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with any of the points made
he disappears for a short while, and when he comes back he seems a little more confident
though, of course, he goes to you first
seeing him at Ramshackle in the middle of the night is a familiar and welcoming sight after all of the chaos of your week
and he's in a great mood!
"Child of man! I've come with news," he says. "I have heard of your predicament and have come up with a solution!"
you immediately sulk. "Oh, no. You know I think this whole thing is terrible, right?"
"Yes, Silver mentioned you might not like the idea of being bought and sold like a trinket. But worry not, I do not plan on paying for you in money,"
you pause, at a loss for words, and then tentatively continue. "You're not...?"
"Of course not. What a primitive idea, I was baffled to hear it myself. My proposal will be more traditional: a modest sum of treasure, and a generous amount of livestock and the finest crop Briar Valley can offer,"
certainly he's not this naive, you think
"You really think Crowley is going to accept that over money? I'm pretty sure Kalim just bid away an entire country's worth,"
he laughs. "You speak as if this is some kind of business deal! I'm quite confident that my dowry will be best,"
huh. that was a strange way of putting it
but then again, you still didn't really understand how things work here, so you go along with it
and you allow yourself to relax. he seems confident in his offer, and he doesn't even see you as some kind of prize to win!
"Oh, well, alright. Thanks! I'm glad you're on it,"
he smiles. "Rest assured, child of man, you're in good hands. My dowry will far outshine the others, and the wedding will be even better,"
"I was honestly getting a little nervous for a momen- wait- wedding!?"
#twst x reader#shall I tag everyone even though this is pretty short... idk might as well#ace trappola x reader#deuce spade x reader#jack howl x reader#epel felmier x reader#riddle rosehearts x reader#trey clover x reader#cater diamond x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#ruggie bucchi x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#floyd leech x reader#jade leech x reader#kalim al asim x reader#jamil viper x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#rook hunt x reader#idia shroud x reader#lilia vanrouge x reader#malleus draconia x reader#idk if I should tag silver and sebek they're barely in it š#that's enough tags anyway
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Okay, but listen. Canonically, my baby honest to God just isn't that creative. 15 year old Jason will 100% believe that he wrote an absolute masterpiece, then post-resurrection, 19 year old Jason will overcome his trials and tribulations, only to eventually discover that his masterpiece is actually the Batman/Bruce Wayne fandom's better written version of like, My Immortal or some shit.
Jason Todd spite writing a very well written, multi- chapter Batman/Bruce Wayne fanfic as petty revenge against Bruce for benching him during his Robin days is absolutely the most hilarious thing Iāve ever heard. Also 1000000% in character for that theatre/literature nerd. I also know it would be at the top of the Batman/Bruce Wayne page if you sorted by kudos/comments/hits
#he will of course find the whole thing hilarious#like so hilarious#and high off of every win against bruce before his big reveal#he will absolutely be struck with the inspiration to update that trainwreck on a semi regular basis#which is how literally everyone else in the batfam and the hero community learn that he's alive#because they were all avid readers and subscribers back in the day#like vicki vale does a fluff piece on it and when it airs alfred almost has a heart attack#and dick just straight up busrts into tears#while tim almost brains himself scrambling for his phone#and then clark is bursting through one of their windows absolutely enraged that no one told him#but then he sees the state of them and realizes that they didnt know#and bruce is just#so confused#so very very confused#š¤#š#jason todd#red hood#bruce wayne#batman#can you imagine the chaos#and jason is just cackling as he watches it all unfold#because even after all of that none of them know that hes the red hood#hes literally hiding in plain sight while they all lose their minds looking for him
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not a weapon but a personācapable of loving and being loved.
SYNOPSIS: You get kidnapped and Damian snaps. TAGS: Graphic Depictions Of Violence! Genderneutral! Blood, Hurt/Comfort, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Kidnapping, Childhood Trauma, My Mother is the Worst Woman Alive and I'm her Favorite Son, Damian is Eighteen.
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A heavy thud. Ragged breaths. Then the sound of footsteps.
The same hands that had ruthlessly beat your kidnappers to a pulpāthe ones that had pulverized flesh with blood splattered across his knuckles, the ones that had heard the crack of bones beneath his grip, the ones that bore the scars of countless cuts and stabsānow traced your cheek with a featherlight touch.
"Beloved."
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YOUR PALMS WERE PRESSED tightly against your eyes, wrists raw and burning from the rope that had bound them just minutes ago. Sobs slipped from your lips, eyes bloodshot, and mouth parched dry.
The rotting smell of the warehouse was an assault on your sensesāan acrid mix of trash, harsh chemicals, and the faint tang of gunfire that lingered in the air.
There was a hushing in your ear as you leaned against a cloaked figureāBatman. Bruce.Ā
His hand rubbed at your back, firm and steady, a grounding presence amid the chaos. His cape, dark and imposing, wrapped around you like a shield, blocking out the violence unfolding just in front of you.
Shadows danced erratically on the walls as Robin moved with lethal precision. Bodies fell unconscious, thudding heavily against the concrete floor. Blood splattered. Screams echoed. Each punch landed with a sickening crunch, bones breaking. Crates and debris were scattered haphazardly, wood and concrete slamming onto the floor.Ā
Damian couldn't see anything but red.
His vision was tunneled, focused solely on the next target, the next blow, the next scream.Ā
A swift roundhouse kick sent one assailant crashing into a stack of crates, the wood splintering under the impact. One punch connected with a jaw, the sickening crunch of bone breaking echoing through the air. Blood sprayed on his fist. Another one rushed toward him, brandishing a knife, but he disarmed the man with a swift twist of the wrist, jamming the blade into the attacker's palm. The man screamed, clutching his arm as red streaked his skin.
Damian's eyes flickered with a dark satisfaction as he watched the thug stumble backward, clutching at the wound.
One last man remained. One who had lunged at him from behind, grappling onto his back. Damian scowled and surged backward, driving both himself and his attacker into the wall with bone-crushing force. The man's grip loosened, a pained gasp escaping his lips as the air was knocked out of him.
"Fool," Damian spat, his voice dripping with venom. "Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?"
The thug whimpered, trying to scramble away, but Damian was relentless. He twisted sharply, dislodging the assailant and slamming an elbow into his ribs. The man crumpled against the wall, clutching his side, his eyes wide with fear and pain.
"You think you can touch those I care for and get away with it?" Damian growled. He didn't give the thug a moment to recover. He swung a powerful fist into the guy's face, the impact sending a spray of blood and teeth into the air.Ā
"F-Fuck you, man!" The man yanked a gun from his waistband, but before he could even line up a shot, Damianās foot kicked out, sending the weapon flying through the air. The gun clattered against the concrete with a deafening clang. With a snarl, Damian lunged forward, grabbing the thug by the collar and slamming him into the ground.
"H-Hey! Mercy! Mercy! I'm a-already down!" the assailant wailed, his hands clawing at Robin's uniform in a desperate plea. "The Bat donāt kill! Youāyou ain't gonna kill me!"
Damian's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as his voice dropped to a low, menacing growl.
"I'm not Batman," he spat, the tone amplified and darkened by the modulator. "Every breath you take is a mercy I choose to grant. By the time I'm finished, you'll be begging for death."
He raised his fist, the tension in his muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. The thugās eyes widened in terror, his pleas growing frantic as he braced for the blow. However, just as Damianās fist was about to land, a hand clamped down on his shoulder, grabbing onto his hand with a vice-like grip. Before he could react, BatmanāBruceāhad tackled him, pinning him firmly against his chest.Ā
āRobin,ā Batmanās voice was firm, concern barely concealed. āThatās enough.ā
Damian's struggle was fierce, his body thrashing under his fatherās strength as he roared in fury.
āLet me go!ā he screamed, his voice raw with anger. āIām going to kill him for what he did to them!ā
The anger engulfed Damian like a stormy ocean, dragging him beneath its violent waves. Visions of his motherās face, his grandfatherās form, and accusing shadows surged from the depths, all condemning him. Damianās cries erupted into a raw, guttural scream, gradually dissolving into ragged gasps as he battled the relentless tide.
Though Bruce had shaped him into a hero, a beacon of justice, and his family had offered him a fragile semblance of belonging, Damian was still his motherās son.
The violence and anger roiling within him were like roots twisted deep within his soul. There was not a thing that could purge the primal rage and pain that had taken root before his first breath.
When he finally broke through the surface, baptized in blood and weighed down by sins that clung to him like chains, he sought you out with an urgent, almost desperate need.
A heavy thud. Ragged breaths. Then the sound of footsteps.
The same hands that had ruthlessly beat your kidnappers to a pulpāthe ones that had pulverized flesh with blood splattered across his knuckles, the ones that had heard the crack of bones beneath his grip, the ones that bore the scars of countless cuts and stabsānow traced your cheek with a featherlight touch.
"Beloved."
Your hands were carefully peeled away from your eyes, and you met soft emerald eyes through a veil of tears. His hands moved to unlatch his cape, the soft fabric pooling around your form. His lips, speaking in his mother tongue, murmured a soothing litany of comfort, Arabic endearments flowing like silk. He pressed your head against his chest and you found refuge in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.Ā
Bruce watched the scene with a pensive look. His son's body had dwarfed you, broad shoulders and strong muscles enveloping your form like a shield. His head was tucked into your hair, his hands raking all over your tense and sweaty skin.
Damian had momentarily shed the hardened exterior he so often woreāa soldier with a heart that, despite its armor, occasionally revealed cracks. This was a side of him that often surprised people.
Because Damian Wayne was the farthest thing from soft.
He was all sharp edges. Poisonous, scalding words that could sear through the thickest armor of patience. Rough, nearly violent in his touch, like a blade pressed against skin. There was no gentleness in his movements, no softness in his gestures, only the relentless precision of a trained killer.
From the earliest moments he could walk, his life was an unending series of tests, each more grueling than the last. Each cut and bruise was a lesson. Failure was met with harsh punishment, success with silent approval. Affection and praise were as rare as mercy.Ā
The Leagueās doctrine was ingrained in him: emotions were vulnerabilities, attachments were liabilities, and loyalty was owed only to the mission and the League. His purpose in the League of Assassins was clearāto be the perfect instrument of their will, a living embodiment of their principles.Ā
Emotion was his enemy, a weakness to be purged.Ā He was taught to suppress his feelings, to turn them off like a switch. Pain was an illusion, fear a phantom to be banished. He learned to compartmentalize his thoughts, locking away his humanity in the deepest recesses of his mind.Ā
By the time he reached ten, he was a finely honed instrument of death.
A living weapon in a world that knew no peace.
It had taken Bruce eight grueling years to begin undoing the damage. And even then, he had barely scratched the surface.
Then there was you.
The trembling, warm-faced student Damian had introduced during his senior yearāhis partner for a science project, he said.Ā
At first, the interactions were subtleāa fleeting glance here, a hesitant smile there. But as time went on, it became impossible to ignore the way your presence began to soften the sharp edges of Damian's demeanor.
Bruce had seen you both fall for each other over the months. And he saw hope.Ā
You were the opposite of every lesson Damian has ever been taught.
To him, you were soft, in every sense. Soft movements, soft features, soft voice. Everything about you exuded comfort.
You made something he had always pushed down and shut away come to the surface.
You made him feel thingsāthings he should not.
When you touched him with your soft hands, everything in him burned. The gentle brush of your fingers against his skin ignited a searing heat, a raw and unfamiliar longing that clawed violently at the walls he had worked so hard to maintain. Each touch chipped away at the concrete barriers of his training, breaking them down and leaving him exposed, aching for something he couldnāt quite name.
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Mania. Drake had called it, a wild obsession of his that could consume and devour.
Damian's arms encircled you like a lifeline, holding you close as though he feared you might slip away. His lips brushed against your temple, warm and tender, while his biceps pressed firmly under your chest, anchoring you in his embrace. The air was thick with the mingled scents of sweat, blood, and the lingering residue of fear.Ā
And yet, amidst these odors, there was an underlying, almost imperceptible hint of Damianās cologneāArabian oudh. It was rich and smoky, with notes of aged wood, a faint earthy sweetness, and subtle undertones of leather and spice.
You buried your face into the crook of his neck, the fabric of his suit brushing against your cheek.
A Crush. Todd had chalked it up to puppy love, something that would eventually fade with time.
He lifted you effortlessly from the floor, his strength evident in his smooth, controlled movements. The way he adjusted his hold with such care to ensure your comfort spoke louder than any words could.
Warmth enveloped youāDamian had always run hotter, like a human furnace. On sweltering days, his clinginess (no matter how much he denied it) had been a nuisance, his heat making you feel as if your skin might melt off. But now, that same warmth was a comforting embrace, a welcome shield.
Infatuation. Grayson had suggested, thinking it was just a fleeting, intense passion. But there was something deeper in the way he looked at you, something that felt permanent and unshakeable.
āI am here. I am here, beloved," he spoke to you lowly. "It's alright now."
Love. His father called it.
In an instant, everything seemed to collapse around you. Tears welled up and streamed down your cheeks as you sobbed into his chest, each shudder of your body sending waves of anguish through him. Damianās heart twisted painfully at the sight of you.Ā
He has seen sufferingāhe has inflicted suffering. But this was different. Your pain was a torment he was helpless to alleviate.Ā
Face twisted in guilt, he pulled you tighter against him, as though he could hold the worldās pain at bay if he just held you close enough.
A hand tapped at his shoulder, and he flinched, turning to see his father.
āThe Batmobile is just by the docks. We canāā
āThey're in shock,ā Damian scowled. the fire back in his eyes. āDo you honestly believe they're in any state to be moved at this moment?ā
Bruceās gaze was firm. āDamian, we donāt have time toāā
āThey need to be stabilized first,ā Damian cut in sharply, his tone brooking no argument. He turned abruptly, striding towards the exit. āIf you want them to survive this, we need to take care of them properly, not rush them into a car. I shall be outside.ā
Without waiting for a response, Damian moved swiftly, the clatter of his boots echoing as he stepped into the cool night air with you. Once the warehouse door closed behind him, he turned his full attention back to you, his hand gently brushing your tear-streaked face.Ā
He moved to press his forehead gently against yours, the warmth of his skin meeting yours in a tender connection. He could offer no verbal comfort anymore; words seemed woefully inadequate. Your cries gradually subsided as you drew comfort from his presence.
Love.
He lifted his hand to the side of his face, pressing a button. As his mask retracted, his eyes met yours. Damian knew that more than anything else, you loved his eyes.
Time and again, you found yourself drawn to them, unable to tear your gaze away. They were hypnoticāan exquisite blend of emerald green, green as vibrant as the leather cover of his sketchbook, flecked with gold and streaked with brown paint.
His eyes were windows to his soul, offering the only genuine glimpse into the depths of his emotions. In them, you could see his anger burning like a stormy sea, joy dancing like sunlight on rippling water, embarrassment flitting like a shadow, and pain etched as deep as his scars.
At times, his eyes grew gentle, revealing something much softerāsomething that made your heart swell and your knees feel weak. A love so pure and unexpected that it could melt the coldest of hearts.
Damian Wayne was the farthest thing from soft.
But in these soft, fragile moments he shared with you, where his heart beat in sync with yours, Damian found an unexpected calm. It was in these rare interludes, away from the brutality and darkness that defined his world, that he could truly be himself.
Here, he was not a weapon but a personācapable of loving and being loved.
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NOTE: I want to delve into the line I wrote: 'Damian is still his motherās son.'
It's just to show his trauma, I despise Talia with all my guts.
Talia's control over Damian is a textbook example of manipulative conditioning at its most extreme. In psychological development, early experiences and parental influence are crucial in shaping one's self-concept. From his earliest days, Damian was deprived of a normal childhood. His personality, thoughts, and desires have all been sculpted by the League of Assassins from day one.
His anger, protectiveness, and sense of duty are manifestations of thisāa child raised to be a killer, now struggling with the fragments of a humanity that was never fully allowed to blossom.
I'm not saying he hasn't changed!!! He has turned into so much more than the weapon they intended him to be. He is genuinely good. But the impact of such deep-seated trauma cannot be easily overlooked or resolved. Itās not something that can simply be swept under the rug or fixed overnight.
So, this was my attempt at capturing his character! Iām very open to constructive criticism since Iām new to the fandom. Please be kind and gentle with your feedback :)
#requests are welcome!#damian wayne x reader#damian wayne#batfamily#dc robin#damian wayne al ghul#damian wayne imagine#kinda lackluster TT#bruce wayne#batman
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ātake off your top.ā the man on the couch across from you barks with a toothy grin, prying eyes focused on you as he puts a bottle of beer to his lips.
you know rafe doesnāt like playing games at his parties. itās so below him, heād rather sit back and relax, for once leaving the chaos up to everyone else. in the comfort of his own home he can truly let loose. now that tannyhill is technically his, he couldnāt care less if someone breaks one of the gauche vases rose picked out, or puts a hole in one of the walls ā heās too busy seizing the opportunity to drink, smoke, or snort whatever he pleases.
you like it when heās chill, it gives you the opportunity to get exactly what you want out of him. you caught him at the perfect time ā nursing a drink, swirling the brown liquid in his glass as he nodded along to something topper was saying. you seized the moment, attaching yourself to his side. ācome on, rafey! please, itāll be fun!ā you bounced like a little bunny, slipping your hand in his to sweeten the deal. āplease, please, please ā i donāt wanna play by myself.ā
ānah, babe. truth or dare? thatās some fuckinā high school shit.ā
āplease, just this once?ā you press your cheek against his arm, pushing your cherry-glossed lips into a pout.
thatās how you end up perched on his lap, your boyfriend tucked comfortably into the couch on his porch. youāre really regretting it all now, the feeling of everyones eyes on you makes your skin crawl. you wish you could just disappear, caught like a deer in headlights, sputtering as you peer around the room.
rafe breathes out a laugh, and the room quiets in anticipation. he adjusts his position to lean forward, his hand squeezing your thigh like a stress ball.
āwhatād you say?ā
āi think everyone heard me.ā the boy gawks, still watching you.
āthatās funny.ā
āiām not joking. itās the game, bro.ā
your face feels red hot, matching the heat you feel radiating from rafe. youāre afraid to move, your eyes only shifting to your boyfriends face, who youāve never seen so angry.
ānah, nah, youāre real funny, man.ā he hooks his hand under one of your legs, the other arm around your back to lift you up off his lap, dropping you haphazardly on the couch cushion beside the two of you as he pushes himself out of the seat to confront the kid.
ārafe!ā
heās already got the boy by the collar by the time topper and kelce try to stop him, your hands fly over your mouth as you watch it all unfold before you. rafe shakes him, āyouāre a comedian, huh? you think iām about to let you disrespect not only me, but my girl, in my fuckinā house?ā he raises his voice, everyone else completely silent as he shoves the kid toward the door. ātake that shit somewhere else, get the fuck out.ā
rafeās shoulders heave, watching the boy scamper away with his tail between his legs before he turns around, looking at you. āgameās over, letās go.ā he cocks his head, and you jump out of your seat to follow him, leaving the room stuck in a stunned silence.
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