#can be read platonic

[002yb]

I’m so in love with your nightwing dick and robin jason scenario ❤️❤️

I have this one in mind what if dick was the one who managed to save jason from joker, and he was so angry at bruce, feeling the surge of possessiveness that drives him to be selfish and keep jason to himself, because if bruce can’t keep the boy safe, who else is going to do it?

Featuring jaybin with occuring nightmare almost every night, dick being overly protective, and some cute tender moments in between ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

Stories where Dick lets himself be something monstrous to save someone dear to him are so lovely, omg (send recs please). Just Dick making that conscious decision, fully aware of how cruel he can be in his passions and doing it anyway. Not influenced, not manipulated - just wrathful in his anguish. (´ ꒳ ` ✿)

Though really, anguish can't even begin to describe how horrifying it is to come across Jason in that warehouse. Broken, alone. To mutilate a child is a cruel and inhuman horror, but it's the way Jason breathes - shallow and wet, lungs rattling in his chest - that might be most haunting. That pain as Jason struggles to live, as he watches in resignation as a timer tick, tick, ticks down, resigned to a reality that no one chose him - from his first breath to his last -- those breaths are Dick's undoing, his becoming.

The heartache he would feel would be a forcibly compartmentalized thing. There's no time to focus on how slight this boy is, how thin or small - because there's a countdown and Dick won't let this cold place be Jason's tomb.

They make it outside, but not far enough to escape the force of the explosion they leave behind. It would burn, but Dick would wrap himself tight around Jason as they're tossed meters away, Jason held fierce to Dick's chest as they roll through the sand.

Dick's back would be burned, charred. Shrapnel would pierce him and it hurts, but he can bear it. Pain would cloud his gaze, but Dick would hear those pitiful breaths as Jason gasps; he moves forward. Blood dripping, leaving a trail in the sand that's blown away before long.

Getting to a hospital is a struggle, but they make it. They take Jason away from him and Dick rages until he's sedated for treatment, himself.

They're both stable by the time Bruce makes his appearance. When he tries to walk into Jason's room, Dick forces him back out. Shoving - shoving until Bruce is outside and Dick is the guard to the threshold of Jason's room.

The fight that follows is an ugly thing. Neither of them can understand each other, but that's nothing new. Bruce demands that Dick move so that he can see is son; Dick bites back that he lost the right when he chose Joker over Jason. And it doesn't fucking matter to Dick that the lives of hundreds of thousands was at stake because none of them were Jason.

Maybe it's unfair of Dick to be so angry, but disappointment stings and Bruce has disappointed him too many times. A good hero, but something so unintentionally cruel as a man that it staggers him. Dick feels betrayed. By Bruce. For Jason. It fucking hurts.

'He's my son.' Would be Bruce's final argument.

Only: 'He's not your son. And you're no one's father.'

Because a father, a dad - they wouldn't do this.

The hospital staff has to intervene when Bruce lashes out and Dick fights back. The both of them pull away once civilians involve themselves in their affairs.

When Dick goes to return to Jason though, Bruce refuses him. Calling out to the staff, 'He's not family.'

Once the initial surprise of the disowning (though legally, Dick knows there was nothing ever there) happens, Dick would just hurt. Betrayed for an entirely new reason. What follows would be rage.

Maybe somehow Alfred is there. And Alfred is so torn because Dick is family, but Jason is just on the other side of a too-thin door. Dick wouldn't hold the man back; he would ask him to stay with Jason - Dick will stay as near as he's able.

Then Kory and Roy would come around to meet Dick. And Dick could have an Outlaws era. :)

Or just as good - Dick reaching out to Deathstroke. And having something of a Renegade era that starts and ends with killing Joker (although...does it have to end?)

Joker dies by Dick's hand, either way.

Which only adds to the strife with Bruce, but it also endears Jason to him like none other. And then Jason choosing Dick because Dick chose Jason and it's a twisted love affair, platonic or romantic what have you. //3///

Which would lead into all of the above that you've written, anon! Which is all such a good vibe I've been thinking about this for days hahaha. But Dick being something more wicked and cruel, then coming back to Jason and being soft and reverent? Ahhhhhhhhhhhh I'm weak to this sort of situation. ;3;

Also, it's become my MO to go off on a tangent and that somehow only vaguely relates to a scenario that's all sorts of inspiring LOL I'm so sorry. For soft tender moments though:

Dick being there as Jason goes to and progresses with physical therapy. No lazarus pits here, so Jason heals as his body allows. And Dick is all sorts of positive energy and encouragement and challenge to motivate Jason to push - one more step, one more - Dick having all the pride for how Jason fights. Dick being the support Jason needs on hard days. Omfg Jason running to Dick and jumping, wrapping himself around Dick and Dick being !! at all of it but then so thrilled as he spins Jason around because a;woiejfaoiwejfaiowjef;oawijegoaihrg

During that period of time when Bruce tries and fails to keep them away from each other!! Dick sneaking into the manor - into Jason's room. Holding Jason as he rests, exhausted because of the nightmares that plague him. Bruce looking in on them, a dark shadow. Only the shadow that Dick casts is that much darker, that much more consuming. The way Dick's gaze would shift from warm to an icy tundra from looking from Jason to Bruce - it would be jarring. A warning.

Jason seeing the burn scars for the first time. Jason sneaking up from behind Dick, brushing his fingertips featherlight over gnarled flesh and being overwhelmed. Jason resting his forehead to Dick's back. Wrapping his arms around him. Dick startling, then being so soft as he rests his arms over Jason's - still so small and strong and haunting.

edit: realization that I never originally wrote in all my ahhhhhhhh feelings over you enjoying the nightwing and jaybin content omggggggg!! this makes me so happy, anon. thank you so much. //U///

[hyperfocusthusly]

Crashing down

Read on A03 here

Crowley woke up late, from the moment his eyes opened the day felt wrong. He groans and reburies himself in the duvet. Eventually he emerges in the late afternoon, the sense of wrongness persists squirming under his skin and making him irritable. Aziraphale notices, of course, Crowley notes him peering around bookshop shelves, fiddling with his rings and offering tea slightly more often than necessary while Crowley engages in his usual, and favourite, activity of scaring away would be customers with a little more venom than normal.

“Are you alright dear?” Aziraphale appears somewhere behind his left shoulder, a gentle press on his lower back soothes the nagging feeling pulling at the back of his eyes. He raises a hand and rubs his temple.

“Just feel a bit off angel, nothing to worry yourself with”

“Maybe a walk would do you some good, bit of fresh air?”

He suspected it wouldn’t, but anything to abate the radiating worry from behind him.

The walk, as it happened, took him as far as Nina’s coffee shop. In the years since he and Aziraphale finally were able to settle in the bookshop they had developed some kind of ‘mutually grumpy half of the pairing’ friendship. He pushes open the door to find an enormous mug waiting for him, she had seen him coming and automatically prepared his usual. He miracled out far too much for a single coffee and passed it to her. The dull pain behind his eyes had sharpened in the street, but eased a little in the relative gloom of the coffee shop in the late afternoon haze. He took his normal seat in the back corner sipping his coffee and willing himself to calm down.

“Are you alright?”

Nina. She looked concerned.

“You’re just looking a little pinched, more than normal, I mean”

A small hum is all he manages, the feeling is intensifying the coffee shop suddenly feeling small and repressive, the air thick and sticky in his throat. He stands, abruptly, the chair skittering away behind him.

“Something bad…” he murmurs,

“I need some air”

Nina watches him leave, slightly unsteadily, and wonders if she should call Aziraphale, what do demons consider a bad thing anyway?

The air outside is cooler, the autumn evening revealing the best of itself in a crisp breeze. He sighs. The feeling is still there, clawing at the back of his throat, demanding to be felt. He glances up and down the street, nothing. No angel hoard, no lurking demons, nothing out of place.

The chime of the record shop bell catches his attention as Maggie comes out of her shop. She waves to him as she sets out to cross the road, on her way to walk Nina home, as always. Nina clinks the lock on the door to the coffee shop and steps out beside him, ready for the evening ritual.

The unease sharpens, pulls at his senses.

Moments pass, tiny, inconsequential, flickering past until he sees it, suddenly, horribly and with perfect clarity.

The car skids around the corner, careening wildly, directly towards Maggie.

And before he can raise his hand, it hits her. She disappears under it and the world stops. Crowley has seen a lot of things on his time on earth, death and destruction wreak havoc here constantly, but not here, not now, not in this corner of the world they had carved out for themselves. Not to his friends.

Nina’s screams pulls him back and he’s raising his hands before the first step is complete. He reaches out for the tenterhooks of time and grips them, feeling the power screech along the nerves of his corporation, wrapping around his wrists like burning white ropes.

He pulls, time screams at him it’s done, it’s done.

He pulls harder.

“No,” grits his teeth, refusing to back down, “you will obey me.” It begins to relent, winding back, slowly, too slowly for the affect its having on him. As the car runs back he feels something in his head pop, his corporation is shaking under the pressure of the metaphysical form pressing through. Nearly, nearly there. The car is pulled back, Maggie is upright. His body is screaming, but she is safe.

With one last push, he sends the car screeching up the road and lets go, the ropes slip away, searing away the skin in their path.

The world returns briefly, a fades away just as fast. He feels suddenly heavy, exhaustion pours over him as the damage to his corporation makes itself known. He’s loosely aware that he’s falling, legs unable to hold themselves up any longer.

He’s also aware that he’s caught, a gentle heat against the cold crawling over him. He’s going to discorporate he thought, he wonders how he’ll explain this one to Hell, how long it will take to get a new corporation, to get back home, he hears the scrape of metal across asphalt, the cold rush of death breezing closer.

Everything is fading, it’s happening, sounds blurring together until something rings through with crystal clarity.

“You will not be needed here today”

He recognises the voice, of course he does, the only constant of 6,000 years on earth, how could he not.

The numbing cold is replaced gently by warmth, things begin to knit themselves back together and he suddenly feels calm.

Aziraphale is here, and he is safe.

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Aziraphale feels time stop outside the bookshop, he drops the books he’s holding and rushes towards the door, trying to keep the icy fear from over taking him. The door pushes open with some effort, time is holding out here, sticking to him and making movement difficult. He emerges on the street in time to see Crowley, face taut with effort, extend his arm and throw a car sideways. He reaches out his own arm and forces the air out of the tyres, grinding it to a halt.

He turns as the world zips back into life, released from the hold it had been trapped in, turns to see Crowley crumple to the floor, barely caught by Nina.

A cold sweeps down the street as a figure emerges from a side road. Black cloak sweeping, Scythe scraping your torturously across the asphalt.

No no

He’s running again, desperate to get to Crowley before the figure. He drops to the floor, into an atmosphere clouded by pain, distress emanating from crowleys alarmingly still form, theres blood running from his ears painting the skin of his unnaturally pale face, dark black bruises forming under his closed eyes. He reaches out again, feeling for the damage.

He spares a look upwards, meets the gaze of empty sockets and spits out “you will not be needed here today.”

He refocuses all of his energy on pulling back together the parts of the broken body in front of him. Breathing becomes steadier, a heart rate less erratic.

Somewhere around him he dully hears the squawking of crows, another gust of icy wind and then, finally, the warmth of the autumn sun.

Death was gone, Crowley was safe.

[blorbosinmyheadcentral]

Supervised Machine Learning

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Linktober Day 24– ZORA RIVER

Another job wrapped up! Goodbyes are said and our heroes go their separate ways— not quite together, but not quite alone either.

END OF WATER SAGE ARC

(This totk au is called Familiar Familiar! It all started when Zelda did not get whisked back in time and devolved from there.)

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[opheliaveu]

do you guys think that perimedes only found out about elpenor dying after they were on the ship out of circe’s island and he wanted to go back and bury him but they couldn’t because they were too far away already. i mean. whaaaaaaaaaa

[miserable-something]

the history book on the shelf

[hyperfixies]

I know I keep complaining that JayVik didn't kiss and the problematic implications this has for male queer couples compared to other couples yadda yadda but I'm also aware that Fortiche did what they could and that they made sure to use the Zaunite gesture of touching foreheads instead of touching lips.

We see a few examples of that over the course of the show and it's obviously an act that speaks of a deep bond between two individuals.

But one scene in particular stood out to me. In season 2 episode 8, during the scene where Jayce is giving his speech and we see families say goodbye to one another as one of them goes off to join the fight, there's this scene between two parents using the forehead touch in lieu of a kiss goodbye:

And in the next episode we get this and I've seen enough of this show to know Fortiche don't draw a single frame that isn't intentional:

So yeah I'm taking the liberty of eating that up, thank you.

[keferon]

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker in snow bots AU :D

Them and their stupid winter crop tops. I’m gonna call them Pneumonia duo

[petite-phthora]

Dp x Dc prompt #1

Danny doesn’t know how Vlad managed to convince his parents to let him take Danny with him to some fancy gala in Gotham, but he does know he’s gonna be the biggest menace he can be to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

The moment they entered the place the gala was held, Danny’s eyes landed on the chandelier on the ceiling in de middle of the room.

Bingo.

What Danny had been expecting was something along the lines of him embarrassing Vlad, making Vlad angry, and/or getting kicked out when the chandelier inevitably crashed to the ground cause they weren’t made to hold his weight.

What Danny hadn’t been expecting was for the chandelier to be heavily reinforced and not move an inch when he hung on there upside down, nor had he expected to be joined up there by a guy his age that seemed to be bursting with excitement as he stared at Danny from his place upside down on the chandelier.

[paesthethyc]

i think they're adorable

[random-twst-things]

*Napping somewhere in the botanical garden*

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Hey, I had a dream about you last night

Leona: Really?

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Yep

Leona: What was I wearing?

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, shrugging: Nothing

Leona: I was butt ass naked in your dream? 🤨

Leona: you've never even seen my butt ass naked, how'd you- you better not be influenced by Rook

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: No, I mean like nothing special

Leona: ...

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, looking at him up and down (especially his Jesus sandals): you lack drip expeditiously my guy 😐

Leona: As if you're any better with those rags

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Yea but here's the thing, these are school uniform hand-me-downs and I'm poor, your royalty and rich yet you still chose to look the way you do? 🤨

Leona, frowning: ...Go back to sleep

Dividers from/by: @/cafekitsune

[mirensiart]

now that I’ve successfully infiltrated the lu fandom I can share my dumb shitposts

I’m sorry, it will happen again

based on this meme:

[minipisi-is-dumb]

"just ask" comic ive been working on this week :))))))))))) I'm so happy I finished!!!!!

[magnusbae]

Anakin being so unhinged he's no longer connected to the doorframe + bonus:

[new-revenant]

Twenty something year old Danny becomes a preschool teacher to a class of young meta and liminal kids, he helps to keep the kids calm when they discover their abilities and is genuinely one of the better teachers at the school. He's also a part time member of the Justice League. He's in the middle of a meeting when he gets a call from a freaked out substitute teacher saying one of the kids is stuck halfway through the wall and doesn't know what to do. Danny excuses himself and explains that one of his kids is having a small problem and he'll be right back and then leaves not realizing the chaos he left behind in his wake as the Justice League believe that Phantom has multiple kids and is a single father

I love teacher!Danny AUs, they are always so wacky and fun. And this seems so sweet! I love misunderstanding plots where the misunderstanding is something super simple. And plots where characters think someone is talking about their children children, when they’re actually talking about their students or something. Basically I love this prompt <3

So the JL know Danny is Phantom and stuff, probably are also away that’s he’s a ghost. Danny says that one of his kids is stuck in a wall at school and the substitute teacher is freaking out, so he’s gotta go real quick. Once he leaves one of the members(I’m thinking Flash because…I like him)is like, “Soo…wanna bet on how many kids he has? I’m guessing three-no-four.” The meeting quickly devolves into this conversation, until Batman or someone else steers it back.

After the meeting, rumors spread through the JL about Danny’s kids, and many bets are made. It takes them a while for everyone to figure out that Danny is just a teacher and not a father. Some figure it out faster than others though, but they think it would be funnier if they go along with the father Danny idea. Batman definitely knows what’s going on, he should know what Danny’s job is at the very least. He does consider the fact that maybe he might be a father, but that thought is short lived.

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

damn i've seen the infamous "i love you" in gifs and such but i. was not prepared for the deep unbridled sincerity with which hugh laurie delivered that line