#but I just started writing and

[haveihitanerve]

Stephanie Brown clutches her stomach. It is happening. She is finally… she lets out a breath, fingers curling as another sharp pain shoots through her body. She is alone, in her apartment/safe house, but that is okay. She only hopes her neighbors don’t mind the screaming. Maybe they will and come check on her. Maybe then she won’t have to be alone. Steph shoves the thought away and focuses. The contractions are coming quicker now, stealing her breath and making her cry out in pain. It will be soon. Even through her pain Steph hears the window slide open. Her hand closes around the knife on her bedside table and she lifts it, although how she’s going to fight while giving birth is another matter. She drops it when Batman appears in the doorway. “Bruce…” she breathes. His masks slips off and he is at her side in an instant, lifting her hips and fluffing her pillows, grabbing a handful of towels and a bowl of hot water. It is only when everything has been prepped and he’s laid a cool towel over her brow that he speaks. “I’m here.” Stephanie has never heard better words. He stays at her side through it all, holding her hand, urging her along, whispering sweet nothings in her ear to keep her distracted and yet focused. It feels like hours, but finally a baby’s scream breaks the air and Bruce is cleaning off her baby, wrapping it in his cape as he coos, rocking it gently. His eyes drift to Steph, watching him, a question clear as day. Steph turns away. Bruce leaves, the baby tucked against his chest, and Steph is alone again, the only indication that she ever wasn’t the lines on her stomach and the black mask draped across her side table. Steph cleans herself up, and the apartment, and buries the mask in the back of the closet, in a box with other things colored red and green that she doesn’t want to look at. Spoiler hits the streets a day later, and Steph can’t see him, but she feels Batman at her back, tracking her through the city, watching her the way he did when she was Robin and he cared. Steph tells herself that he doesn’t. That he never did. But the mask is still there, a phantom, haunting her from its box in the closet, and the food she finds in her fridge, enough meals to last her a solid month, says otherwise too. Steph doesn’t say anything, but as she eats the meals, burnt enough that she knows it’s not Alfred’s cooking, watching her favorite show on a TV that wasn’t there a few days ago, that she would never have been able to afford, tears stain her cheeks, and her meal gets some much needed salting.

In a hospital, only four miles away, a nurse carries a stillborn baby away from her patient, burying it in the back like all the rest, bracing herself for the moment she’ll have to go back inside and give the couple the bad news. A movement behind the dumpster catches her attention and she peeks, finding a beautiful baby boy with bright blue eyes, looking up at her. He cannot be more than a few minutes old, and the nurse makes a quick decision, lifting him into her arms and carrying him inside, rushing to the McGinnis’s room to present them with their child. On a rooftop, two buildings away, white eyes watch, and an oath is sworn.

[piece-of-pierce]

Danny picked up some traits from his parents. He got his mom’s flexibility and reflexes, his dad’s love of anything chocolate flavored and abnormally great cardiovascular health. The trait they both passed on (to Danny AND Jazz) is an intense need to learn everything they can about what they don’t like.

Jazz remembers what it was like when Uncle Hammond passed and Aunt Alicia got different. She’s terrified of her own emotions effecting her like that some day, so studies psychology like there’s no tomorrow.

Jack and Maddie bonded over their shared fear and death and resulting desire to learn everything they could about it.

Danny can’t stand clowns. They’re dishonest and hide who they are behind heavy makeup and outlandish costumes. Freak show kicks that dislike into a full-on phobia though, so he goes all in on learning everything he can. How does clown school work? What are the requirements to be a clown? What rules do they have to follow? If he knows their limitations, he knows their weaknesses. He will not be caught off guard again.

That knowledge sits in the back of his mind like a comfort blanket. Every so often he’ll dip back in and research if there’s anything that’s changed. He wants to keep on top of any information about his greatest enemies.

Finally, he manages to graduate high school with a 2.7 GPA and 31 on the ACT thanks to his Math and Science scores (and a carefully managed brawling schedule with his rogues). Thanks to those, he managed to get a partial scholarship to Gotham U for Physics and Engineering. He still isn’t sure how he managed that, but he’ll happily take it.

What he won’t take is this FALSE Clown trying to cause trouble right before finals! He’d kept on top of his shit all semester and wasn’t gonna let anyone kidnapping him and some other people off the street get in his way.

Later, the Bats manage to find where the hostages were held because one of them waved down Robin. As in, all the captives had gotten free and when they found the right warehouse, it was to one young man berating the Joker.

“You’re nothing but a modern rendition of the town fool!”

[suddenly-frankenstein]

his guardian angel

[xandrikart]

[deconstructthesoup]

My personal Aguefort headcanon is that the cheerleaders are just this insane elite squadron of monks, rogues, bards, and sorcerers who do pep rallies that involve sabotaging rival teams and doing a public battle against the rival team's mascot. Cheerleader training is an actual boot camp where they all learn the best way to kill someone in one hit, whether with crazy dex-based fighting or full charismatic spellcasting. Having a cheerleader in your adventuring party is a bonus, not because of popularity points, but because she is almost universally guaranteed to be a complete beast in combat. The vast majority of Society of Shadows members from Aguefort were once cheerleaders.

[maladaptivewriting]

i’m convinced that james would think regulus was giving him the silent treatment every time they had a disagreement, but regulus had seen his brother punished severely and repeatedly for his inability to control his emotions so many times growing up and he’d developed the survival skill of shutting down every time he felt like james was upset with him

[fidgetspringer-art]

Boots on throats, as promised.

[akanemnon]

I wonder if she takes cash or credit.

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[huntingrays]

pjo prompt: percy and jason have to go on a quest together, so they both decide to bring their respective partners (annabeth and leo). during the quest, they get kidnapped by monsters and percy and jason wake up in an arena. the monsters explain that they have their partners and in order to save them, they have to fight to the death, with the winner getting to leave alive with their partner, while the other is killed. however, the monsters are very shocked when percy and jason sit down and start calmly playing cards with each other. they’re not worried about their partners. instead, they’re worried for the monsters. they trapped annabeth and leo together, two of the smartest demigods. the girl who redesigned olympus and the boy who built a warship in six months. they were toast.

[keiscorner]

2:53 am

"kei." no response. you know tsukishima has to get up early for work, but the window across from your bed is open, allowing the night breeze to creep in and sting your face. you could get up yourself, but that's what husbands are for, right?

you twist around, trying to wiggle out of your husband's grasp so you can take a better look at his sleeping face. he has an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, the other supporting your neck to, in his words, 'protect his ears from your constant complaints about your sore neck in the morning'.

"honey?" you poke his cheek, smiling to yourself when he grunts in response. tsukishima has always been a light sleeper. you lay in silence for a few seconds before he finally lets out a sigh, opening his eyes to look at you.

"what do you want?"

you muster up your biggest doe eyes, knowing that he hates getting out of bed just as much as you do. "close the window for me?"

"no. you do it."

you sigh dramatically, gesturing at his arms wrapped firmly around you. "i would love to, but someone is holding me hostage, so i think you're going to have to do it."

tsukishima rolls his eyes, untangling his arms from your body. "problem solved." he holds back a smile when you frown and pull the blankets away from him, turning your back towards him. you're so cute. tsukishima would do anything you ask of him without hesitation, but he can't help but tease you a bit first. he'll never get tired of your reactions, and he loves that he can be a little snarky with you.

you sigh again, this time louder and more pointed, pretending to shiver just to show your husband how cold you really are, and how cruel he is for not helping. "if only someone could hold me right now...", you trailed off.

"ok, do you want me to help you or not?" he finally gives in, getting up to reach for his glasses. you win, as usual. you turn back to face him again with a smile as bright as sunshine, and despite all of the years you've been together, his heart still stops for a second. wow. okay, maybe he is obsessed with you, but he can't help it. you've clearly worked your magic on him, considering the fact that he's getting out of the bed for you when he has to be awake in a few hours. he goes to close the windows with a firm click, walking back to his side of bed.

"kei...since you're already up...", he looks back to see your guilty smile, an empty mug in your hands. "please? last thing, i swear." he give you a look that reads, "you're lucky i love you." (you know you're the luckiest person in the world.)

he takes your mug and you hear his quiet footsteps making their way to the kitchen. he comes back, handing you a mug full of warm water. once you take a sip, he takes the mug from you again, placing it on your nightstand.

"i poisoned that," he quips, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before finally lying down and snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. the only reason he hates getting out of bed is that he has to let go of you, but he doesn't need to say that. he's sure you already know.

[dxckgrxsonx]

uhm. jason todd who absolutely needs to jerk off in his car after taking you out on a date and kissing you goodnight for the first time.

he can’t wait until he’s home to finish. too worked up by you. so hard it aches. hips pushing up into his hand. fucking his fist. gasping your name. mouth parted. eyes rolled into the back of his skull. he’s almost disgusted with himself. jerking off in his car outside your place. all from something so goddamn simple. but it hurts.

he can’t help himself. you have no idea what you do to him.

[bamsara]

I love writing again. Except for that One Paragraph

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

real talk having the 2nd worst new years eve yet 🤢🤢🤢 (throat infection, twisted neck, banged-about-foot, ego AND the rest o' me all bruised like misjuggled peaches 🍑🍑🍑)

im bent outa shape and suspectin the universe owes me 8 buck if anyone wannsa chip in

[reineydraws]

✨️ BROTHERS! ✨️

(shouto will live out his idle childhood daydreams, even if he has to reverse their roles himself haha)

[iamrizaka]

As much as I love the idea of Will wearing Lee's flannel after his death, I much more prefer a scenario where he was constantly trying to steal it when Lee wasn't looking. Lee got fed up with this gremlin child (affectionate) trying to steal his clothes (he knows that he should toss it out, burn it, but he can't bring himself to do it; it holds way too many memories) so he gets a green flannel and embroiders it with little sun symbols.

He hides it in one of the secret rooms in the infirmary, because he can't have any of his siblings – or worse, a spy – stumble across it in his cabin. He leaves it here and makes a promise to give it to Will on his birthday.

Over a year later, Will tries to find a place to hide – no one should see their head counselor and head medic cry. He finds this room and remembers the talks about it and how it was one of Lee and Luke's secret hideouts. He wants to leave; he doesn't need another memory of what it was and what it could've been. But his gut tells him to enter and he finds a neatly packaged box.

There's a green flannel and a note:

For my little brother, Will

— Lee

P.S. stop stealing my clothes!

He never takes it off.

[astearisms]

fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started