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mywitchyblog · 8 months ago

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"Debunking Misinformation: The Truth About Age Changing in Shifting and Why Your 'Mature Soul' Argument Falls Flat"

Disclaimers : read the post fully you dont understand something ? ask me and i will happily clarify it for you. And debates and arguments are welcome, Fallacies arent.

And also i apologie for the tone that may be rough and/or intense i am trying to change that and perfect it , my apologies.

Alright, it’s time to really break this down and rip apart every flawed, uninformed argument you’ve laid out. You’re out here acting like you’ve got it all figured out, but spoiler alert: you don’t. So buckle in, because we’re going deep into the weeds, and I’m bringing receipts to debunk every one of your points with twice the heat and twice the sources.

"You bring up the fact you fully embody the reality that you go to, but your soul and experiences from here whilst ur there. It’s a mix of both."

Let’s get one thing straight: this idea that shifting is a "mix of both" is flat-out wrong. When you shift, you fully immerse yourself into your Desired Reality (DR) and become that version of yourself completely. There’s no half-and-half bullshit where part of your Original Reality (OR) self is sticking around while you live in your DR. If that were the case, no one would even bother shifting—what would be the point if you’re still dragging your OR baggage with you?

As I’ve said before and as extensively covered in sources like this Tumblr post, when you shift, you adopt the mindset, emotions, and even the memories of your DR self. Your awareness is fully aligned with the reality you’ve shifted into, meaning you think, feel, and live as that person. You don’t just “borrow” the body of your DR self while keeping your OR experiences in the background. It’s not a costume; it’s a complete immersion.

To say that part of your “soul” from OR sticks around? That’s just an uninformed take. Souls in this context are not limited or bound to the rules you’re trying to impose. Consciousness is vast, all-encompassing, and when you’re in your DR, you’re fully there. The idea that there’s some kind of fractured awareness where part of your “mature soul” is lurking in the background? That’s nonsense. As I’ve previously said, your soul adapts to the context of the reality you’re in. You’re not half in, half out. You’re all in.

"Being romantically involved with a minor knowing at least a part of your soul has matured is incredibly disgusting no matter how you phrase it."

Let me stop you right here because you’re trying to apply OR morality and assumptions to something that doesn’t even apply in a DR. You’re not walking around with your adult OR mind when you shift to a younger version of yourself. When you shift down, you fully take on the age you’ve shifted to, and that includes your mental, emotional, and cognitive states. As I’ve discussed before, and backed up by posts like this one, you aren’t keeping any “mature” part of yourself intact while you’re in the DR. You are mentally and emotionally aligned with the age you’ve shifted to, whether that’s 16 or 60. So this whole "part of your soul is still mature" argument? It’s based on a complete misunderstanding of what shifting really entails.

And let’s talk about your use of the word "disgusting." You’re trying to frame consensual experiences in a DR as inherently gross, but that’s just because you’re stuck thinking in OR terms. When someone shifts into a younger version of themselves, they aren’t an adult with a teenager’s body—they’re a teenager again, period. They think like a teenager, feel like a teenager, and experience relationships as a teenager. There’s nothing inherently disgusting about exploring love, relationships, or even sex in a different stage of life—especially when you’re doing it as a fully immersive part of that DR.

If you really want to cling to the argument that having any part of your soul "matured" makes romantic relationships problematic, then by that logic, you’d also have to condemn teenage shifters aging themselves up into adult relationships, because guess what? That’s the exact same thing, just reversed. But no one’s out here screaming about that because it doesn’t fit the "adults are creepy" narrative, right?

"It’s vile to see how many shifters do this and will never get any repercussions to their actions. I’ll die on that hill."

Alright, let’s talk about this hill you’re so eager to die on. The idea that shifters should face “repercussions” for engaging in consensual relationships in their DRs is just ridiculous. Shifting isn’t the same as living in OR, and you can’t impose OR consequences on DR actions. In your DR, you are the age you’ve shifted to, and the dynamics of your relationships match the context of that reality.

Here’s the thing: Intent matters. If someone is shifting to a younger version of themselves to relive missed opportunities, heal from trauma, or just experience youthful love again, there’s nothing inherently vile or wrong about that. As I’ve written extensively before, shifting is a deeply personal and immersive experience, and most shifters are doing it for reasons that have nothing to do with anything harmful. The idea that people should face "repercussions" for their DR relationships just shows you don’t understand how shifting works in the first place.

And let’s get real: If someone truly had vile intentions, they wouldn’t even bother shifting down. A real predator wouldn’t waste time becoming a teenager in their DR. They’d shift into a reality where their disgusting behavior is normalized or even celebrated. They’d create a world where their actions have no consequences. So the fact that you think “repercussions” are necessary shows that you’re missing the bigger picture. As I’ve discussed in depth here, the true issue lies in intent. If someone’s intent is to heal, grow, or explore, then no harm is being done. Full stop.

If your hill is built on assuming that every adult who shifts down is doing something harmful, then you’re standing on a pile of fallacies and fear-mongering. You can die on that hill if you want, but it’s made of weak arguments and ignorance. The majority of shifters aren’t engaging in anything harmful—they’re using shifting as a tool for self-discovery and healing. Don’t throw the entire community under the bus because you’ve failed to understand the complexities of the practice.

Bonus: Let’s Address the “Soul/Consciousness” Argument One More Time

Since you seem stuck on this whole “soul and consciousness” bit, let me break it down again. Souls and consciousness are vast, all-encompassing. When you shift, your soul is fully adapted to that reality. You’re not carrying over some mature OR fragment of yourself that suddenly taints your DR experiences. As explained in this Tumblr post, souls are adaptable and expansive. The idea that part of your soul stays mature while you’re in a younger body is a complete misunderstanding of the nature of consciousness. You’re just not aware of the vastness of your soul because, in that moment, you’re immersed in your DR self. Trying to claim that you have this lingering OR maturity floating around is just plain wrong.

Conclusion

So here’s the bottom line: Your entire argument is built on misunderstandings, double standards, and a fundamental lack of knowledge about how shifting works. You’re out here trying to apply OR morals and logic to something that exists outside of those rules. Shifters fully become the age they shift into—mentally, emotionally, and cognitively. There’s no half-in, half-out soul situation happening. And when shifters engage in relationships in their DR, it’s not “disgusting” or “vile” because they’re living in a completely different reality where their mindset aligns with that age.

You want to die on a hill of fallacies and false assumptions? Fine, but don’t expect everyone else to follow you there. The truth is, the majority of shifters are using this practice for self-exploration, healing, and growth. Intent is everything, and unless someone’s specifically scripting harmful dynamics, there’s nothing wrong with shifting to explore different stages of life.

So maybe it’s time to rethink your stance before you go throwing around accusations and blanket statements about how “vile” shifters are. As I’ve said before, most shifters aren’t doing anything harmful, and they’re not dragging their OR experiences into the DR to manipulate age dynamics. They’re fully embodying the age they’ve shifted into, living that life with the mindset, emotional capacity, and maturity of that version of themselves. Your assumptions about maturity and the soul are based on a limited understanding of what shifting actually entails, and frankly, it’s not helping anyone.

You’re out here dying on a hill made of shaky, fallacious arguments, while the rest of us are living in realities where intent, self-discovery, and healing are the focus. If you want to keep painting shifters as predatory based on a misunderstanding, that’s on you—but maybe take a second to realize that your perspective is rooted in fear, ignorance, and a flawed interpretation of how consciousness and shifting really work.

If you can’t wrap your head around the fact that shifting is a deeply personal, nuanced, and immersive experience where your OR doesn’t come into play the way you think it does, then maybe it’s time to step back and reconsider how much you really know about this community before making sweeping judgments.

P.S. Let me hit you with one more thing:

When it comes to your Original Reality (OR), you’re not walking around in your Desired Reality (DR) with your OR brain tagging along for the ride. Instead, you have extensive knowledge of your OR through the lens of your DR self. Your OR becomes more like a distant memory or background information that your DR self is aware of but isn’t actively living or processing with the same emotional or cognitive weight. So yeah, you’re aware of your OR, but it’s not some dominant force influencing your every thought or action. You’re living fully as your DR self, with only as much knowledge of your OR as your DR self needs to function in that reality.

You’re not straddling two worlds, dragging OR maturity into a DR body—you’re embodying your DR self, period. The knowledge you have of your OR is filtered through your DR self’s perspective, which means it’s not the same as living with your OR mindset in your DR. So again, the whole “part of your soul is still mature” argument? Nonsense. You’re aware of your OR, but you’re not mentally living in it while you’re in your DR.

Hope that clears up whatever lingering confusion you’ve got about how this actually works.

#reality shifting #shiftblr #desired reality #shifting #shifting community #shifting realities #shifters #reality shift #reality shifter #shifting antis dni

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veilkeeper · 2 months ago

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I swear this is in good faith but the DSM thing doesn't come off to me as literal? I played through the scene they mention twice and it's a completely natural conversation that solidified behaviors Taash showed prior. They just finally had a chance to talk about it openly.

From the wording of the tweet, it sounds more like they're saying, "it couldn't be any more obvious that Taash is autistic, especially in this scene, but some fans will ignore it anyways" which is, well, true.

I don't know I just think it's ironic that in conversation about an autistic character so many people took a sentence at face value when I don't think it was meant this way.

Again, this is in good faith.

yeah, this point was also brought up to me by a friend, and i agree that my original response may give people the wrong impression on my take on this situation, so thanks for the opportunity to clarify why The Tweet™ bothers me

i think it's pretty obvious to anyone who has played the game and talked to taash that trick consulted more than just the dsm-v in writing them. it's clear that there was an attempt to write that aspect of their character respectfully and true to the lived experiences of real autistic people. whether they were 100% successful on that, i leave for people to judge on their own, i've seen mixed opinions. but for me, i think taash clearly reads as autistic and i never felt like the dialogue with them was forced or unnatural in that way.

my issue isn't really taash's actual writing, but the tweet itself (bsky post? idk what theyre called, this is my only social media). regardless of what other sources trick may have used when writing taash, they decided in that post in particular to use the dsm-v and the diagnostic criteria therein as a "gotcha". imo, the tone of the tweet is basically "i double checked the dsm-v to make sure taash clearly displayed all of the symptoms necessary for an autism diagnosis, but the haters still say they're not autistic", and THAT sentiment icks me VERY MUCH.

autistic people and many many variously neurodivergent/mentally ill people have an extremely complicated relationship with clinical psych, diagnosis, and tools like the dsm-v. there are people who want to be diagnosed but aren't for a lot of reasons (including ableism within the field of psych itself), and people who fight against being diagnosed for fear of their autonomy being taken from them. diagnosis has long been used as barrier to support, and a lack of diagnosis can make people not take you or your symptoms seriously, while being diagnosed can lead to people infantilizing you or treating you as sub-human or as a bomb waiting to go off. it's extremely extremely complicated.

and then trick essentially used "diagnosable" as the be-all-end-all proof that taash is autistic. all to try to "win" an argument with people who, ultimately, will never have their minds changed because they are approaching the conversation in bad faith, anyway (nobody denying that taash is autistic is doing it because they genuinely can't see the signs, let's be so honest with ourselves here). when trick could have just said "i intentionally wrote taash as autistic" and put the issue to bed. or frankly, not said anything at all. i personally think video game writers talk too much about their work on social media in general. as i said before, it was a completely unforced error.

i dont know. it came across as extremely insensitive and reductive to me. i agree trick didn't mean it that way, and it's obvious that they tried to be sensitive when they wrote taash, but this particular post is a major blunder and i don't blame autistic fans for being upset about it. i ALSO think there are people who are blowing it way out of proportion and taking poor phrasing literally, which is also a problem (but this is the dragon age fandom, so can we be surprised? taking things literally and in the worst faith is par for the course).

tl;dr because this got a bit rambly: it icked me, i consider it a blunder, but ultimately it is far from trick weekes' worst crime. i am happy to note it and then move on.

#haterism moment #just to be safe #answered #long post

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mysterysneeze · 6 months ago

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Annoyances with Snz media

A sneeze doesn't automatically make something likeable, far from it. Here are my personal top five things that annoy me with seeing sneezes in media.

5- One character getting all the attention with sneezes. This is something that has only bothered me with how often I see this happening and there's good reasons why one character gets so much attention. With fanart in the past there was a dragon named Dulcy that got so much attention that other characters were not drawn, but I see the reasons why. Dulcy's design and large size made it easy to visualize possible sneezes happening. Sneezy the Dwarf is iconic for being literally one of the first animated cartoon movie characters sneezing, and his sneezes I'll talk more about later, but I also see why he got a lot of attention. His name is literally about sneezing but he took so much attention away from other possibilities of seeing sneezes from other Disney characters, even when crossovers happened a sneeze usually was given to him instead of other characters because of how easy it was to over rely on giving the dwarf a scene for a new sneeze. It didn't take much thought to give Sneezy a sneeze moment.

I usually enjoy the characters that get sneeze attention, but at the same time I can't help but get curious of seeing other characters around them also sneeze.

4- This one meme specifically drove me nuts, and this isn't the only irritating annoyance I have with sneeze media. Sneezy the Dwarf was everywhere for the longest time as one of the most spammable memes of sneezing. The sneeze of doom sound repeatedly used his sneeze, and the reason this doesn't bother me as much as the other annoyances is Sneezy's sneeze is well known for good reason. His build up, the original animations for the sneeze, there's a lot of great things about Sneezy the Dwarf's sneeze. I just really got annoyed that it was usually the ONLY sneeze sound that people used for sneeze of doom meme.

3. Gross out humor. In the past, this was MY MOST HATED annoyance. I still hate gross out humor, but other things recently have made my blood boil more. Especially for vanilla artists, one big reason why drawing a sneeze is avoided is because of gross out humor. "sneezing is gross. It's wrong to sneeze. I hate seeing a sneeze" I've heard phrases like this because of movies or animation purposely making a sneeze as nasty as possible.

Some people draw very messy sneezes in an amazing way, and over time I've grown to appreciate mess. I prefer sneezes without much mess but I see why other people can love mess.

2. My second most hated annoyance with sneeze media is something small and kinda pointless but it's bothered me and made me waste so much time more than any other annoyance. It's...

"nothing to sneeze at" and other phrases that include the word sneeze.

From the very start of my young self looking at google images for the first time, up until TODAY, I see this annoyance happening. People will include the word sneeze with artwork that has NOTHING to do with sneezing. In written stories, this annoyance is even worse for me personally because I like to read stories with characters I like that I thought would have a sneeze scene happening, only to find that no real sneeze happened. Just the word sneeze...

................................................................Same. My top irritation annoyance with sneeze media is when the SAME EXACT SCENE is seen over, and over, and over again. YOUTUBE is the most common place I see this happening. When I try to look up a sneeze that happened within the last 24 hours, a sneeze meme will appear multiple times. An old show or old animation with a sneeze will somehow make its way into the last 24 hours. The strange baby show animation never goes away. I really, really, REALLY can't stand something that has zero changes. If something is similar, that's fine. I don't mind a good idea or a good sneeze sound being reused in various different ways. What I HATE is when someone tries to gain advantage of repeatedly using the exact same details in art, or with writing words, or with trying to get money by doing NOTHING new. Ok...rant over.

Thank you for letting me vent. Youtube really bugged me today with seeing the same kind of search I tried to do yesterday and it led me to thinking of what else bugs me about sneeze media and sneeze stuff online.

#snz #snzblr #rant #sneeze

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nerves-nebula · 3 months ago

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I have recently seen some pushback against calling oneself afab and I dont fully get why tho? since im only at the fringes of queer discussion so I havent seen the full argument against. I also didnt really know how to get the idea across so I just used the most convenient label. Not saying the pushback is wrong, I'm just curious, I feel the language around this sort of thing has changed while i wasnt looking and idk where to start looking as to why without looking like an idiot

Fuck it sure I’ll give u an amateur crash course in dumb bullshit.

WARNING!! This is not an invitation! I will only care about ur input in this if we’re mutuals lmao !!! Under the cut for being long and annoying

I mean, it’s fine to say if you’re afab if it’s relevant its just. Like. It’s an acronym about a thing that happened? You can’t be AN assigned female at birth. That’s silly. at that point just say female or cis or perisex, or just specify what you’re talking about. Like if you are the same asker as before, I would just say perisex cis woman since that’s what was relevant to the medical history u were sharing

This is kind of a personal pet peeve of mine, but I really hate how a lot of these acronyms get used. Like people saying POC characters when they should say characters of color or something like. POC means person/people of color that’s not… ur basically just saying colored characters at that point but fucking up an acronym to do it you know.

Anyway, that last ask was about presuming one isn’t intersex and being prescribed hormones so it makes sense to specify ur assigned sex I guess. It’s just weird to me to phrase it that way. Tho I normally wouldn’t mention it because I don’t believe that everyone should always be on the same page as me about confusing constantly changing terminology shit and I’m willing to leave that alone usually. But now it’s almost 4 am lol

Also like your assigned sex isn’t something you usually super identify with if you’re trans but also trans people are the main ones using assigned sex language so it gets a little bit muddling. Which is fine because it’s anonymous but in a real conversation, that would be kind of weird.

Like I’m assuming you’re a cis woman who is presumed perisex from what you’ve said? But then why bother with assigned sex or gender at birth at all if you didn’t change that? If u say ur presumed perisex and thought it was weird that a doctor wanted put u on hormones like that gets the point across yknow. Since intersex ppl also have assigned genders most of the time.

Afab is also often just used to replace a woman in a way that is super unhelpful and sometimes transphobic lol. Smth will say “afab ppl need to know this!” And then it’s about like getting a pap smear. Which is not something that all people who were assigned female at birth will need for various reasons (intersex, bottom surgery, etc)

Also trans and nonbinary ppl get called “afabs” like it’s a noun by cis ppl (and other trans ppl of all kinds let’s be real here) the way you’d say woman/female. (This also happens with amab but that’s not my area of expertise and also this response is far too long as it is)

generally just a somewhat useful term that has really gotten away from its original point (I think idk I’m not caught up on the specific history of this word)

If I did a bad job explaining or repeated myself well. that’s not my fault I’m not being paid to do this and it’s almost 4 AM.

#nnstuff #ask

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radkindoffeminist · 2 years ago

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Hey there, thank you so much for your post documenting all the phrases/slogans TRAs stole from other movements! Even when I wasn't gender critical yet, I noticed they were doing it and something about it really bothered me, so I think noting it down can be a good stepping stone to peaking (aside from being important history-wise!). From an outsider's perspective now, it's really telling how not only are 99% of the slogans TRAs use stolen from other movements, but also and especially that the only chants they came up with themselves are physically and/or sexually violent threats to women. Hm.

One more thing you can add to the list is them taking the 80's feminist chant "women's rights are human rights" and swapping "women's" for "trans" (which is, in fact, a nice little microcosm of what the movement stands for: sidelining women even while stealing directly from them)!

I have a couple of other things that might be worth adding too, although they're not really set chants like the others and more "copied ideas/responses originally used to argue against homophobic beliefs", so it's up to you if they fit the post's goal:

First is the general argument about "minding your own business; how this affect/hurt you and your rights" which doeeeesn't really work when you're a movement trying to redefine fundamental truths and words that everyone knows and uses their entire lives and constantly police everyone about them.

Second is pointing out the behavior of other animals: originally it was "look at all these species who have homosexual animals/behaviors, how can you say being gay is unnatural or against God's will if animals do it too?" but for TRAs it's "uhhh well fungi have a billion different sexes and clownfish can change sex and caterpillars become butterflies sooooo obviously men can become women" which is arguing a different point entirely: the former was specifically meant to counter a single particular argument from religious homophobes just on a logic/consistency basis ("if God hates gays why some of the animals he made gay?") and was *never* meant to be taken as "animals do it therefore humans should be allowed to do it". But the latter is trying to argue to *everyone* that because certain animals have unique biology which allows them to do things that are physically impossible for humans to do, that somehow means we as completely different animals can and should do said things. Idk if it's just them being lazy copycats and not realizing their arguments make no sense when taken out of the context they were created for, or if they genuinely believe humans can do literally anything so long as evidence of some thing happening exists somewhere, but either way it's dumb lol

Sorry for my rants haha, hope this is helpful!!

I’m fairly sure ‘trans rights are human rights’ is already on the list, but I could be wrong! Definitely one which gets screamed a lot and people just ignore that it’s taken directly from a feminist slogan!

Also think it’s funny that all these different movements have managed to come up with completely different slogans which have minimal crossover (only one I can think of is ‘black is beautiful’ and ‘fat is beautiful’) even if we could take them for our own movements because they’re relevant! Stop Asian Hate could easily be Stop Black Hate or Stop Woman Hate but we respect that that’s their slogan. Walking While Black, which talks about being profiled by the police for being black, could easily be Walking While a Woman to discuss catcalling, but that would be disrespectful to the black community so of course feminists wouldn’t steal that slogan for their own use. Same for so many other slogans: BLM, the future is female, women’s rights are human rights, love is love, etc.

As for your suggestions, I’m not sure how to add them but I agree that they’re fucked. Things like ‘mind your own business’ and ‘how does trans people having rights affect you?’ is completely ignorant to what rights some trans people are trying to fight for! Trying to remove sex-segregated spaces which put women at significantly more risk for rape and abuse and also means that we’re not allowed spaces to discuss female bodies because that’s labelled as transphobic or not inclusive enough; removing all sex-based protections (not even just adding a gender based one but actively removing the sex-based one too) which could further endanger women’s rights as they are no longer classed under sex-based protections so it would not be considered a protected right (think about things like maternity leave - that’s not something women need but rather some people so it’s not discrimination to deny it so long as it’s denied equally across all genders). Like, sure, some rights don’t infringe on women’s tights (eg: anything relating to surgery) but they quickly ignore that women’s rights and trans rights are literally at odds with one another.

Your second example is a really good way of showing how they have no leg to stand on but lean so heavily upon other movements to the point where their arguments are ridiculous. They don’t understand why these arguments are made and what they mean, so they steal a similar argument and then scream at you for finding a flaw in it! Homosexuality is also found on nature as many animals are homosexual so why would God make so many animals exhibit these behaviours if He hated it and only made people have some ‘gay feelings’ to be able to test if they could resist them? If it was just a test because that behaviour was so disgusting, animals wouldn’t be able to conceive of the idea of being gay? Though, personally, I’ve always hated this argument because the other point has a side: animals also eat their young and kill one another so is that behaviour also okay for us since God allows it in animals? It defends the ‘nature’ argument -it happens on nature so how could it be unnatural?- but that’s about it. Anyway, I digress, trans people are trying to do the same by pointing out either odd animals in nature (like that one lioness who obviously had something akin to PCOS which caused her to grow a mane) or animals which are able to change their sex at will and being like ‘well, this happens in nature so what’s wrong with it in humans’ and ignores that some of these animals are actually just intersex or have some other medical condition or they are able to fully and naturally change their entire sex which is vastly different from requiring medications and surgery to make yourself at least appear like the opposite sex despite your actual sex not being able to change. The fact that they don’t seem to understand that is actually baffling.

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years ago

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People can use it for klutz but it came from the term spastic. Spaz and spastic are generally considered a slur for disabled people, originating from people with celebral palsy and then used for autistics and other disabled people to call them stupid, it kinda meant stupid but theyd also use it in medical settings because they thought that was the best way to describe it because they didnt understand what disabled people were at the time and just thought it was low IQ, like they were so dumb they couldnt function properly or were incapable in society/it became interchangeable

It seems to be more normalized in the US but in the uk, retard, spaz and spastic are *extremely* offensive, and in the top worst slurs

Its a hard one when trying to decide when a word is appropriate because different cultures have different connections to certain words but the word did start in the uk and came from an offensive term, and is considered offensive across alot of europe

Probably alot of americans find it offensive too

Depends on your intentions and the meanings behind those words, sure words can change meaning over time but if its still used offensively in society the way that it is i think it needs caution or not used at all

With it still in the offensive category, if i was interacting and posting to people from all over then personally id avoid using it casually but idk thats not for me to say for you, some uk and europe people get it that its just how americans talk and some it still hurts

But for me, being in the uk as a disabled person, it makes my blood run cold (some occasions it doesnt bother me. Its easier when i expect it)

I think it would be best just to put a warning saying "some may find offensive" instead 🤷‍♂️

See, the thing is, I’m also a disabled woman myself. I literally get disability for it, and I don’t take offense to that word. And there’s a lot of offensive things from the UK and Europe that people continue to say, that we don’t say here, that also hurt. It is different cultures. I just think that coming to me with something like this, considering what’s going on, I don’t know, it just seems odd to me.

I literally meant nothing by it. It’s a common phrase where I come from. I’ve seen others say it before, I’ve said it before. I’m sorry if it’s offensive, but something about the way it’s been brought about, it’s just rubbing me the wrong way. It really, really is.

I’m not trying to argue with you, but we both come from different places with different words and phrases. Just remember that. ♥️

You’re valid in how you feel, believe me. But I also am as well!

#asks

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hislittleraincloud · 7 months ago

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I am original anon that was talking about Wednesday writers being credited on the wack, glorified fanfi-I mean novelization. Thank you for being the rational lord and savior to this fandom because clearly the ones who think them being credited means much more.

And I was gonna add more to my ask basically saying that them being added means fuck all because the author is taking their work and creating it into something that was their own (in a lame ass attempted way), but it was early af that day I sent it so fuck anyone trying to come at you for whatever the hell reasons.

Keep dragging these wenclair/jemma weirdos! 🫡

Jesus surely went to Nevermore at some point, just for kicks. He probably taught Outcast Science, but then failed everyone in the class when they all botched the water-to-wine final.

(BTW, for anyone who gave up on owning Dogma, Smith won the rights back to his own movie recently, so...more Dogma for us coming soon?)

The kids are gonna be kids until they figure out how things work in the real world outside of the Internet and Tumblr.

You were about to write it, so just write it because it's true: Tehlor Kay Mejia's novelization is glorified fan fiction. It's literally glorified by the studio/publisher. I really thought that X-Files novelization I read years back was the worst, but I was mistaken...this shit is the worst. It should say "Wednesday Season 1, Poorly Scrubbed, Censored*, and Butchered for the Sake of Social Justice by TKM".

I'd like to know who even added the credit, because why even bother putting it there and on the other kid's book? It does mean fuck all as to authorship. Seems sus to me.

*Been thinking about this one here. Mejia performed a LOT of sanctimonious censorship on our beloved Wednesday, whether it be changing her lines/actions so that her personality was OOC, or just simply changing words and phrases that Mejia found politically unacceptable (like "slave to technology" and "gypsy moths").

Everyone who has ever stepped onto my blog should know how I feel about censorship. I may rant about RPF and tell you that should shouldn't fucking do it, but you're gonna do it anyway and I'm not going to go on some sort of banning rampage to take it away from you/try to take it away from you. We have (limited) freedom of thought and expression here in the United States, so get your rocks off but feel bad about it 💩. I am anti-censorship. I have been anti-censorship for as long as I can remember, the books in my father's library consisting of a lot of "banned books" (a lot of Henry Miller 💀) that I read through in my youth. I learned about how different people believed different things about the same things early on in life, and that some people — like censors who re-write something with their own political agenda behind their choices, right OR left — are just wet fucking blankets.

I'm no god, but I hope I'm not a wet blanket to anyone who doesn't deserve it.

#anon #anon ask #anon answered #wednesday novel #wednesday novelization #wednesday bastardization #wednesday censorship #tehlor kay mejia #writing wednesday #wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday season 1: a novelization #wenclair #glorified fan fiction #fan fiction #political correctness #political agendas #censorship #it was censorship

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thedisappointingpostoffice · 2 years ago

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There is a plausible theory that no IKEA employee has ever actually applied for the position. Anybody you see working there was once a customer looking to buy reasonably priced furniture, but they got lost in the store, unable to find an exit. Each night after close, smartly dressed middle managers sweep the aisles for lost, aimless souls. When they find them huddled under a desk display or cocooned in a bed, they tenderly dry their tears. They hand them a "Hej!" t-shirt, and whisper, “Welcome aboard.”

#This is a retool of my most successful post from like 8 years ago (back when I was frostnozzle)#i changed some phrasing because there were things that bothered me about the original #Also “Hej” shirts exist now which is hilarious #Ikea #five nights at ikea #shitposting #memes #funny #hej

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munsons-maiden · 3 years ago

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I actually don’t think Eddie was “truly happy”. I think he was generally pretty ok, was happy within his hobbies specifically, and was as distracted as he could be, but I don’t read him as a very happy person. It doesn’t really have to do with being poor, but I feel he wasn’t happy or satisfied with his circumstances. Mainly still being at home while his friends were halfway done with college. Still living at home while his original group of friends were likely moved away. I think he was secretly bothered by it. He has people around him but none he could turn to in his time of need. I think he was just not experiencing very active, ongoing trauma the way Chrissy, Patrick, max etc were. Like Patrick’s was still dealing with current abuse, Chrissy was actively making herself sick and maybe dealing with emotional abuse(?), max wasn’t over seeing her brother killed in front of her in a horrible way, while also wrestling with the fact that he was abusive towards her. Like maybe if Eddie’s dad was still in his life and being abusive to him, that would make him more susceptible to Vecna. But he was dealing with more “normal” life issues - graduating, planning campaigns, some existential dread about the future maybe, etc. even the people we got glimpses of when Vecna was “searching” through ppl were currently dealing with something. Eddie has past trauma but not something currently happening the way those people did.

I agree with almost everything, you phrased it way better. What I meant was that Eddie wasn't unhappy because he was poor or unpopular or wasn't loved by the chicks, to stick with the things he listed Steve had and Eddie didn't. Eddie didn't want to have rich parents, but of course a financially more stable situation and a "better" home would have been nice. He didn't want to be popular, he just didn't want to be ostracized anymore but accepted. And he didn't want chicks to love him, he wanted a chance to find love. Let me re-phrase it, because you're right: he wasn't unhappy. The general circumstances of his life didn't make him unhappy, but his third attempt at graduation, many of his original friends moving on and being able to leave Hawkins behind, definitely nagged at him, but I think he is one to stick to positive thinking. Focusing on seizing the final change to graduate instead of sulking over the two times he failed.

I disagree with you on the trauma part, though. While you're right, Max, Patrick and Chrissy were dealing with ongoing trauma (Chrissy was verbally abused by her mother, as her first Vecna vision in teh bathroom tells us -> "open the door or I'll gut you like the fat pig you are"), but Fred wasn't. Fred was dealing with the aftermath of a deadly accident he caused, putting him in a similar position as Eddie with his own past parental/domestic abuse that was implied.

My point about this was that in psychology, there are different protective factors which can help reduce the effects of trauma. We see that with Max: she was shutting herself out, cutting off Lucas (her romantic partner) as well as her friends to deal with her trauma on her own, which is unhealthy coping and made her vulnerable to Vecna's attacks, with Vecna being a symbol of mental illness in this context. Which leads me to all of Vecna's other victims: Max locked everyone out, so did Patrick (he lied to Lucas about his bruise, and it gets obvious that Patrick didn't tell anyone about the abuse he suffered which, sadly, is very common), just like Chrissy never told anyone except for Mrs. Kelly. Just like Fred kept a secret what happened last year. All of Vecna's victims show the unhealthy coping strategy of isolating themselves, making themselves vulnerable. Plus, except for Fred, they all dealt with the situation of a parent abusing (or in Max's case neglecting) them, which is another parallel to whatever Eddie went through before he came to live with Wayne.

And Eddie never isolated himself. He was playing in a band, in Hellfire, had a social circle which granted protection. Not neccessarily from Vecna himself, but from the mental illness Vecna symbolizes and uses to his advantage. Because Vecna, in the end, is another abuser, targeting those who are isolated because they are the "weaker" targets. That's what I meant with Eddie being protected from Vecna's influence.

#kiki answers #it's 3am so i hope i phrased this well #eddie munson #eddie munson meta

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I don't think you understand what is actually bothering me, what you're saying is what I think a lot of people who like El Camino interpret it as but while I'll elaborate on the rest of it later right off the bat I don't think El Camino as a movie, even with all of the dog and chain symbolism, necessarily agrees with you (or us cause I agree with you as well) that Jesse didn't have much of a choice in Breaking Bad, and it mostly has to do with this

and this that happens a little bit after

there seems to be at least some push for you to consider that where Jesse ended up was his own fault to an extent, like it makes sense he'd blame himself over his parents as most kids who were abused in such an acceptable way as he was blame themselves and we don't know much about the Disappearer guy but while you could say it makes sense for him to say that too... was it really necessary? especially was it necessary to say Jesse made his own luck on the same level that Walt and Saul did. I'd say no and especially with the knowledge that Vince's original plans for the movie was to have it end with Jesse accepting his fate in jail I have a hard time not seeing these two scenes as things were supposed to at least somewhat agree with rather than things you say "OH FUCK OFF" and "buddy I understand why you think that but no, they fucked up" at the screen

and even if I'm wrong and the movie is trying to get across what you think it's getting across that Jesse really fully didn't have choice in the past and now he does I think... the ending still wraps it up badly and focusing so much on choice rather than changing the circumstances Jesse has been dealing with since before Walt ends up tying into some of those shitty ideas about how "choices" are what end up putting drug addicts in bad life circumstances

another problem with the ending is, sure Jesse can make his own choices but is he... actually free? cause he is in the same situation that got him into the drug trade in the first place, he is still alone, he has no support from others going forward and he also now has some extra fun ptsd on top of it and he can never unlearn the problem he has with not telling anyone whats going on with him because telling even a partner would be a massive massive risk!!! and dealing with everything that he's been through alone kinda fucking SUCKS, and even without telling anyone anything he still has to worry about the police for the rest of his life

like I think it's unlikely that Jesse is going to get back into the criminal world but instead of me thinking that because his life circumstances have actually improved in the ways that they should've it's because he's been through so much horrible trauma in the past that he'll "know better" that's where my phrase of punishment comes from, I didn't mean it in the sense that El Camino as a movie "punishes" Jesse, I meant it as in Jesse received trauma that we're sorta meant to interpret as him learning from and the trauma was the result of what some people do in fact say were "bad choices" made by Jesse, and those things are what we're meant to think will stop him from getting into trouble again rather than, again, a support system and understanding from other people

my problem is that the movie wants me to see this ending as a happy one or even just bittersweet when it ends Jesse off with less resources than he had at the start of Breaking Bad, it places all of the weight of him having a better life onto his shoulders and choices, it doesn't want to deal with the idea that it's incredibly fucked that Jesse is still without support or resources and I can't shake the feeling that it's because maybe subconsciously... that isn't seen as a problem, and there could be some of that because the movie assumes Jesse does get support and like obvs he'll find people who like him, hes a wonderful sweet puppydog of a human being but again even then I feel like it misses the fact that Jesse can't ever be truly open without risking a lot and he's never going to be able to unlearn some of his bad habits because of that and that just sucks and feels like a really unsatisfying end to his character

I'm not the most articulate person and I tend to speak with weird sentence structure and patterns so I'm still not quite sure how effectively I've communicated my problems with this movie but I hope this clarifies what I'm saying a little compared to my inital post - I think you're maybe attempting to comfort me and I appreciate that! but unless you have a line to Vince Gilligan and I can talk to/fight him over this I'm not really sure there's much you can say that will do much me for more than a very short period of time because my problem is more with some possible underlying beliefs that may be bleeding through in the movie and not necessarily its intent, because I do think the intent was meant to be good at least

(also, I have replies turned off??? I don't recall doing that)

as time goes on the more I am unable to interpret the ending to El Camino as something that isn't at least subconsciously saying - "see? Jesse has learned enough through pure punishing trauma that now even though he's still completely alone and without support he's going to make the 'right choices', and if this addict makes the 'right choices' he'll end up happy!" and just... UGH

#meat.txt

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drop-zone-homefront · 3 years ago

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now that we have reached the end of young justice phantoms, allow me to share my thoughts on the season as a whole:

was it better than outsiders? definitely. was it a good season overall? ehhh,,,

first i’ll go over the good,,,there were some cute moments here and there, the jokes landed and the moments of nostalgia were sweet (baby arty, kaldur and zee oh em gee)

THE REPRESENTATION!! nb halo, poly lagoon boy shocked us all methinks and the addressing of topics such as autism being portrayed very well and appropriately! (i will fault them for forgetting to change halos pronouns in that one episode though, even if it was an honest mistake)

ok that was it for the pros ig…now onto the stuff i wasn’t a fan of.

i wanna go over the main gripe i have with this season and it’s probably obvious at this point, but it’s time we talked about the character arcs.

they started off really well! up to kaldur’s arc, i really felt like each of these stories had a good balance of focusing on the original team member with the overarching plot hanging in the background. but then we get to the other three…

besides raquel to a degree, the remaining three arcs just felt like the writers had no idea what to do with zatanna, raquel and dick for their stories and just decided to include random plot points that never even got resolved, or focus on the overarching story and just had their names and faces slapped onto it to call it ‘their’ arc.

this is what makes phantoms lead yj fans into a false sense of security. when people became upset over the lack of zee/raquel/dick, i’d seen people say ‘it was never about the original team’ ‘no one was meant to have a ‘specific’ arc’ and similar phrases, but to that i say ‘no?’ because when grandon claim that the season is going to have an ‘original team focus’ before the season even aired, it’s understandable that people are not gonna be happy when these remaining characters are treated like chopped liver in their ‘supposed’ arcs (savage took up about 70% of zatanna’s arc and dick’s arc wasn’t even his arc, like at least zatanna and raquel got a sliver of something)

something else that bothered me that i briefly mentioned before was the unresolved plot points.

what happed with jade and the others on infinity island? jason? damian? talia? what about brion and the markovia storyline? they and many other characters showed up for one episode then dipped!

it’s bad enough that they didn’t get addressed within this season but when there’s not even potential for a season 5 release?? like why tease stories and characters and then do nothing with them??

plus, more additional (unnecessary) characters equals less focus on the one’s that need it. a repeated offender in this series

the savage stuff was atrocious. no need to elaborate

the whole wally cocktease (what i mean is the constant mention of bringing people back from the dead, the ENTIRE phantom zone thing and then just screwing everyone over)

+ using deaths for shock value, only to make them miraculously alive 2 minutes later, and yet they can’t even bring back the one person almost everyone is begging for because why would they 💀

the main team sometimes felt disconnected from each other??? they start living with the dread and absolute sorrow that one of their closest friends (their brother) is dead for months and when they finally find him again, they barely have a reaction?? like???

supermartian overload (no hate to the people that love it, i do too! but sometimes…..)

so yeah! there are my basic thoughts that i can think of right now! hope i expressed my feelings well and feel free to discuss :)

oh, and if i were to rank each arc from fave the least fave, here it is:

Artemis

Kaldur’ahm

M’gann

Raquel

Dick

Zatanna

fin :)

#young justice #yj #dc #dcu #yj spoilers #lana.txt #text post

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why did Tim need Zatanna to awaken his memory of YJ but not Cassie?

ALRIGHT so this is one I was also honestly pretty stumped by and had been for a while (similarly also about how Cissie remembered) but I think I've connected the dots after re-looking at some pictures I'd taken of stuff from The DC Comics Encyclopedia New Edition (which was originally printed in July 2021, so it's pretty up-to-date).

The reason Tim needed magic to awaken his memories is because he was investigating this stuff before actually coming into contact with either Bart or Conner (who are both from the previous timeline). He had the little bit of information (Conner's name thus knowing he did exist) from his future self plus the things Ulysses had shown Steph + Cass (themselves from the previous timeline) as evidence that something had changed, and was looking into things based on that. Since Tim had not had contact with them though, his memories were still completely locked away in his brain until Zatanna got involved.

But Cassie seeing Bart when she did, right during Young Justice (2019) #1, is what made her remember.

(Young Justice (2019) #1)

It's a bit from Cassie's page in The DC Comics Encyclopedia New Edition + a bit from Conner's (which the same logic from Conner's would apply to Bart, but Bart only gets a half page in the book rather than a full one like the rest of the core four so I think they just wouldn't bother repeating it) that makes me say this:

"That quest brought her to Metropolis for college, where she chanced into a fight alongside Tim Drake. She soon rediscovered her long-lost friends from the pre-Flashpoint reality: Impulse and Superboy (Kon-El). Wonder Girl's memories were unlocked as she joined the team Young Justice, and she began to remember serving on the previous incarnation of this team. What she will do with these memories or her Olympian powers remains to be seen." (The DC Comics Encyclopedia New Edition)

"The world had changed, but Superboy still remained the same. And somehow, when he made contact with his loved ones, they remembered not just him, but the world he was from." (The DC Comics Encyclopedia New Edition)

And this idea is supported by it being after she's seen both Bart and Conner that she says she remembers everything about Young Justice

(Young Justice (2019) #6)

It's a little clunky because the way things are phrased in the above scene makes it kinda seem like she just inherently already remembered, but I think to reconcile this with what the encyclopedia says we can look at it like... since her remembering things when she saw Bart & then Kon wasn't made into a big deal of 'oh shit you are Now Going To Remember' it didn't seem like something unnatural to her, she just... remembered it unquestioningly like 'oh yeah, duh' the way you'd normally feel when you remember something you'd maybe forgotten. So when Tim talks about it as having been this thing taken from his mind, she doesn't at this point think she shares that experience, because she wasn't consciously aware of the memories ever having been taken from her like he was.

This idea of 'Bart or Kon coming into contact with people who knew them before typically will give them back memories of them/the previous timeline' would then make Cissie remembering make sense, as Bart's the one to come get her (tho frankly what she says here does make it almost feel like he'd already approached her like maybe during his little mad dash in The Flash (2016) Annual #2 trying to find his friends and jogged her memory then LMAO):

(Young Justice (2019) #14)

This same sort of thing is also shown with Bart and Iris, and also with Kon and Ma & Pa:

(The Flash (2016) #759)

(Action Comics (2016) #1022)

What Ma says there when asked how it feels, "Like when people say things come rushing back to you." is especially what I meant with Cassie- seeing Bart would have jogged her memory not in a way that felt like some magical force restoring stolen memories, but just like 'oh yeah!' when you normally remember something kinda suddenly.

But anyways, while there's some exceptions sure (like Clark not remembering Conner) in general that seems to be what the deal is. Kon + Bart come in contact with people who were close to them, and they'll start to remember things.

So like, basically if Bart had run into Tim before Zatanna checked in his brain, he probably would have been able to remember stuff just from that interaction. It's just the timing of things that caused the circumstances to be different, because Tim knew something was up ahead of time and that impacted things.

#sam explains

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liquid-luck-00 · 4 years ago

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Where There Is Change

Last Name Wayne

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First *** Previous *** Next

Okay so I know I diverged from cannon, but I think you’ll all like this.

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The moment that Damian agreed, they left.

She immediately placed their phones and electronics into storage, so this game would be a little more fun.

Mari "chose" the first place that they teleported to was Paris. The irony was not lost on her.

The place that kicked her out was the first place that would open up to her. But then again most of the city adored Marinette they loved Lady Scarlet even more, but that wasn't general knowledge.

She and Damian know it is a matter of time before B figures they left the country, but hey. They mostly stuck to going between super cities in the U.S. before. But right now, it mostly was her showing him around the city the museums and then getting really inspired by the scenery.

If she was prepared with several different sketch books and pencils for both of them it was an added bonus.

She knows she subconsciously picked Paris and after a few hours it might be smart to jump again. So, she let Damian decide on a place where he wanted to go. He did warn her that if they were spotted, they need to leave immediately, but she didn’t really see a problem with it.

Because granted they’re both Wayne's, and Wayne's if you know them well enough, they will be able to hand your ass back to you on a silver platter smiling as if it was the greatest thing in the world.

So, they jumped again.

This time it was her turn to be awed by what they saw.

They were in a small alcove completely hidden; in the cave they were in the face of it was covered by bushes. But looking out she saw the mountains in the far distance it appeared to be a lake no it was larger maybe it was the ocean. Right below her was a lush courtyard filled with plant she's only seen and one other place, but the heat here was tremendous, and the sea that she could see was in the wrong direction. Apart from being far, far, far too close to where she originally thought they were.

She was going to lean forward a bit and completely break through the bushes that were covering them when a hand pulled her back. She looks back and sees her little brother holding onto her.

"We have to stay hidden Nettie, are above the League of Assassins." He whispered so quiet she could barely hear him about ten inches away, so she’s not taking this lightly.

She nodded, and they stayed there, silent. The only sound was of graphite on paper.

Then everything changed.

On instinct Marinette shot out her arm, a wooden imperial yo-yo appeared in her hand, with a quick flick of her wrist she stopped the projectile, lodging it within the wood. A quick glance at her brother and she opened up portal behind him and pushed him through without a word, closing it behind him.

She knows that it’s more dangerous if they find him here than her, so she stayed behind.

She removed the projectile and examined it, a blow dart likely with poison, seeing as a liquid was seeping into the wood of the yo-yo. She created a replica of the dart and stored the poisonous one and her yo-yo back in storage.

She took a quick breath and punctured her arm where the dart should have originally landed. And fell to the ground, slumped down.

She kept her face relaxed her body limp and she felt three, four, five separate sickly deathly auras around her. She kept her breathing at minimum, light, almost as if she was asleep. They picked her up and moved her. She realized immediately that she was being taken down the mountain, taken deeper into the League of Assassins.

Five assassins she can take them. But the one thing repeatedly crossing her mind was one phrase.

'How dare these assholes mess with her family! Her little brother! They are going to pay!'

Because she is a Wayne, and Wayne’s protect their own.

She was eventually dropped in a large room, from what she can tell, if the echoes were any indication to what she was thinking the size of the room could be. There were three more auras in this room, aside from the ones she passed to get here. What surprised her was she recognized all three.

Still acting unconscious, she heard a woman’s voice, Talia Al Ghul, speak. "What business do you have to bring this child here?" It was phrased as a question but seemed more like a snarl or demand than anything else.

"She was captured on the grounds. She’s an unknown." Was what was reported by one of the people in who had dragged her down here.

Then she heard a chuckle.

"She’s awake." That voice, she recognizes that voice. Her entire previous plan was now completely out the window. So, she lazily pushes herself up, pulling out the dart once she was on her feet.

"Damn, I thought that would last a little longer." She finally looked up and saw Damian's clone, Heretic, Talia, and Al Ghul. But something was wrong, it was bothering her. Al Ghul, he, he… he wasn’t Demon, he wasn’t her Demon anymore. All she recognized now is his voice, at least that’s what she told herself, nothing else was the same as a person she once knew. The question now is why. "I really shouldn’t have introduced you to the Order, if the result would have been this?" A smirk on her lips and now standing cocky in the middle of a room full of assassins, she is stalling. He is acting like he knows her, but his aura is indecipherable, familiar, but not.

"You should not have, but then I wouldn’t be here today, to thank you, would I? After all you allowed our family to find these pits." ‘Our Family’ she dove into her memories, but now that she needed them, they were far away and fuzzy, God damn it.

"Hmmm, I suppose not. Right now, I really wish I had turned you into a cat permanently. I found the correct spell, so I actually can now." This elicited yet another chuckle from Al Ghul which had everyone else in the room on edge.

"Really now I love to see it, after all I wasn’t able to experience it before you vanished." She quirked an eyebrow at this response, but she didn’t care about his mind games, she was stalling, trying to find out what caused this change. All her mind supplied were the plants outside. Demon wasn’t good with plants, but he was with animals, so how.

"Really you don’t wanna know why am actually here?" She asked, looking so innocent, one might believe that she was there merely an accident or coincidence.

She then turned towards Heretic, death in her blue eyes was all anyone could see, but she didn’t kill him. No, she couldn't bring herself to kill him. He may have killed her baby brother, but he is

Damian’s clone, but that clone was nothing but a poor imitation of her brother. With a snap of her fingers, he transformed into a statue of a panther, mouth opening for a roar. In all accounts looking intimidating, but there’s no way to be scared of a statue.

"That was for killing my little brother." She crossed her arms now glaring daggers towards Talia.

"I wasn’t aware you had a little brother, Lady Cheng." Demon never called her Lady Cheng, no to him she was Malak (Angel), but…

That was when the pieces fell into place. That’s why the older Damian looks like a cross between Demon and Bruce. That’s why Damian turned into a panther cub. Damian is Amir’s reincarnation, the true soul of the black cat. That means, in front of her stood Ra’s, Amir’s older twin brother. That’s why he could read the journal, he is a miraculous soul. And only miraculous souls know the language of miracles, without decades of studying the script. It’s ingrained in them but only accessible after coming in contact with old magic, miraculous magic.

"One, the name is Wayne. Two that’s because at the time that I met the both of you 600 years ago, I didn’t even know I had siblings. So, get this through your head, I don’t care that he is your son or your grandson. He is my little brother. Nothing will stop me from making sure my family is safe." Her voice stayed level, emotion flitted in and out of it, in such a way that it almost seemed inhuman. For more reasons than one, she just sensed one of the Lazarus Pits.

"Scarlet." She heard gasped by the woman next to Ra’s.

"Correct." She glared at them walking closer as she said so. "My name is Marinette Wayne, and you best remember to never mess with creation. I would have thought you would remember that little Lǎohǔ (Tiger)."

By her walk over a sword had appeared in each hand, which she was now holding up to Lǎohǔ‘s neck, while the second was held right at the base of Talia's spine, almost daring her to move. The threat hung in the air, and both knew she was capable of following through.

"Well, I do believe it’s best to catch up over some tea." Lǎohǔ offered, many would have taken his offer. Because if the Demon’s head offers it, it would be your funeral if you refused, but she wasn’t just anyone. "After all we haven’t seen each other, in nearly 600 years, now have we, much must’ve happened to you."

"Hmmm... not really you’d be surprised. By what has become of my life been since meeting you." She decided to put away her blades, for the time being. Seeing as she couldn’t leave without destroying the Pits. The only surviving consequence of the Miraculous wish, cast ages ago. Now time to come up with a plan.

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"Are you sure about this Pigtails?" Plagg spoke up.

"Ancient magic like this calls for a price." She sighed.

"We know, Marinette, but your little brother." Tikki voiced.

"I'll do everything I can to keep all of them safe." She spoke resolutely.

"But can you live with this?" Tikki asked.

"I have to be able to. Besides I'm pretty sure he is your true kitten, Plagg." She reassured.

Tikki and Plagg united their powers, and were able to destroy the pit, and every other one on Earth. Then disappeared. She opened a gate knowing what is coming.

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Somewhere in the league of Assassins was the Demon's head and his daughter, looking royally pissed as they watch a timer tick down. Seeing as Marinette decided to freeze them with venom, so she could destroy the Lazarus Pits.

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 4 years ago

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All Men Have Limits - XII

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 6,600+

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse

Previously on…

6 MONTHS LATER...

Dick threw his small duffle over his shoulder as he looked around at his surroundings.

It sure was beautiful.

The complicated and long journey to get there was definitely worth it.

Dick figured out his surroundings before starting to walk.

There weren’t many people he passed, even when he got close to the town. But ones he did, they all stared, immediately recognizing him as a tourist. The place was too isolated for people to be passing through frequently.

Dick used that infamous Wayne charm to give polite smiles and nods to the townsfolk who gawked at him.

An hour later, Dick was at the bottom of a small hill, outside the fence of a bright yellow house. On the other side of him was water – the Norwegian sea.

The air was crisp and fresh, and Dick’s lungs seemed to thank him every time he took in a deep breath.

He was lost in the scenery when she appeared at the top of the hill.

Dick noticed her before she noticed him.

But when she was just a few yards from her house, she finally raised her head and spotted him.

Y/N froze for a moment, convinced she was seeing things.

But then her face broke into the brightest smile and she was running to him.

Dick caught her in his arms and spun her around, laughing at her excitement.

“What are you doing here?” She asked after he let her go.

“What do you think?” He chuckled.

Her smile faded slowly, and it was replaced with a contemplative look.

“Come inside,” she told him quietly.

Dick watched as she moved around the small kitchen and made them coffee.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“I’m surprised it took you so long to find me,” Y/N admitted shyly as she grabbed two bright red mugs from a cabinet.

“Well, it didn’t,” he looked a little bashful at the confession. “I found your location a couple days after I got your letter.”

Y/N stopped moving for a second.

“Oh,” she slipped out in surprise. “Did Bruce tell you?”

Dick shook his head. “No. I didn’t ask and he didn’t offer up that info.” He took in a deep breath. “I think he wanted to make sure I worked for it.”

Y/N nodded slowly.

But it was clear that the mentioning of Bruce wasn’t making her feel all that great.

“I’m sorry he never came,” Dick told her softly.

“Why?” She challenged.

After all, wasn’t Bruce his competition?

“I waited to come find you because I didn’t want to mess up what you were trying to make here,” Dick admitted.

“You could never mess anything up, Dick.” Y/N poured coffee into both of the mugs and sat across from him at the tiny kitchen table. “I was the one always messing everything up.”

“That’s not true.”

But from her face, Dick could tell she was unconvinced.

“Why Norway?” He asked, trying to change the subject.

Y/N shrugged with a little smirk as she looked out the window that showed the sea just outside her door.

“I always wanted to visit. Just never got around to it.”

“What have you been doing?” He asked, surprised to see not even so much as a laptop sitting around.

It was strange to imagine her living without a dozen computer screens surrounding her.

“I work at the preschool. And I help on one of the farms nearby on the weekends sometimes.”

Dick smiled at the thought.

“What?” She pressed.

“Nothing. Just the world’s smartest and most badass hacker working on a farm.”

Y/N shrugged and laughed. “It’s relaxing.”

“I’m sure.”

“I’ve made friends.”

“Friends?” Dick repeated melodramatically to tease her.

“Shut up,” she laughed as she punched his shoulder. “Yes, I have friends. And get this…I go to therapy now.”

Dick smiled proudly at her. “Therapy, huh?”

“Yep. I talk about my feelings and everything,” she laughed.

His smile dropped a bit and he cleared his throat. “I’m proud of you, Y/N. Really. I am.”

Y/N winced at his sincerity a bit. She was never one to take compliments well.

And before she could stop herself or hesitate, she stood from her chair and moved to Dick’s lap, hugging him.

“I’ve missed you, Dick.” She mumbled into his neck as he held her tightly and rubbed her back.

“I’ve missed you more,” he muttered.

Y/N pulled back to look at him. “Not possible.”

A single tear had escaped from her left eye.

Dick gently wiped it away.

“Hey, none of that,” he whispered.

“How long are you staying?” She asked him.

“Just two days.”

Her eyes widened. “That’s it? You traveled all this way just for two days?”

Dick Grayson was a romantic.

His face turned serious. “I was serious about not wanting to mess up what you have going on here. I just wanted to make sure you were doing alright.”

“I’m doing great,” she clarified.

He smiled. “I know. I can see that.”

“OK. Well…want to go to the pub with me tonight? You can meet my friends and get to see the town.”

Dick didn’t know why she bothered to phrase it as a question. Surely she knew by now that he was going to go anywhere she would.

But he nodded anyway.

——

Dick sat back and watched Y/N interact with the locals. They seemed to have taken her in as their own. He couldn’t help but wonder how they’d react if she were to ever leave. Surely she didn’t intend on staying here forever. Or maybe she did.

But he was surprised when she introduced him to a few of her new friends and their eyes widened with joy at hearing his name.

“Oh, you are Dick? We’ve heard so much about you!”

“We didn’t know you were coming to visit!”

“Come! Come! Let us buy you a drink!”

Dick tried not to blush when they all seemed to know who he was already.

Y/N sang along to songs with them and danced with anyone who asked her.

Dick had never seen her like this. She seemed to be glowing.

“Come on, Dick!” Y/N suddenly grabbed his attention. “Come dance with me!”

He laughed as he did as she requested, and let her spin him in too many circles.

A couple hours later, they were walking home.

They were both happily buzzed, but were by no means drunk.

Y/N wrapped her arm around Dick and leaned into him the whole walk.

When they were just outside her house’s gate, Y/N stopped them.

“Look how bright the stars are here!” She exclaimed quietly as she tilted her head up to look at the sky.

Dick was instantly thrown back to that night, laying on the ground of Wayne Manor and looking at the smoggy sky of Gotham. The stars seemed so bright to her then and now she was amazed at how bright the Norwegian sky was.

Y/N realized Dick hadn’t tilted his head back.

“You’re not looking!” She accused before shifting her gaze to him.

When she did, she found that he was staring at her.

“What?” She whispered.

“I wasn’t completely honest about why I came here,” Dick confessed.

She tilted her head questioningly.

“I mean, yes, I did want to check on you. But there’s more to it than that...”

Y/N had untangled herself from him now and turned to look at him.

“I know things have always been…complicated. And I know you loved – or love Bruce. I don’t know. But I just…I needed to tell you this.”

Dick took in a deep breath. “I’m gonna wait for you.”

“Dick…” Y/N exhaled in surprise.

“Wait. Please…let me finish.”

She did.

“I’m gonna wait for you. And you take as long as you need. I mean it. I know you think that I don’t know how to be alone…but I’ll wait for you as long as I have to.”

Y/N stayed quiet.

“Unless it’s Bruce. Then I’ll–”

“It’s not Bruce,” she quickly cut him off.

Y/N stepped forward and softly captured Dick’s face in her hands.

“It’s you, Dick.”

And before he could ask her if she was messing with him, her lips collided with his. It took him a second to react and kiss her back. But when he finally did, it was with everything he possibly had.

When Y/N pulled away, she stared into his eyes and took his hand, guiding him into the house.

As soon as the door shut behind them, she started kissing him again.

She tugged at his belt and became frustrated with the amount of buttons on his flannel. Dick would’ve been more helpful if he wasn’t so preoccupied with taking off her clothes. He seemed to be doing much better than she was.

Once they were both in their undergarments, Y/N dragged Dick to her bedroom, giggling when he tripped over the edge of her couch on the way.

It wasn’t until Y/N’s thumbs slipped under the elastic of his boxer briefs that Dick stopped them.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he breathed as he paused their kissing and grabbed her wrists.

“What?” Y/N gasped, worried that she’d read all of this wrong.

“I just…Are you sure?” Dick asked quietly.

Y/N couldn’t help herself, but she started giggling.

“Oh, come on,” Dick groaned in embarrassment, pressing his forehead into her shoulder.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” Y/N said as she controlled her amusement. “It’s just…you’re too sweet for this world, Richard Grayson.”

He rolled his eyes.

But Y/N’s smile softened as she stared into his eyes. “I love you. You love me. And that’s all I care about right now.”

Dick just stared at her in awe.

“OK?” She asked.

Dick nodded quickly, so desperate not to mess this up.

“OK,” he agreed before kissing her again.

——————

It was the dinging of the buoy bells and the sound of soft waves that woke Dick up.

Maybe it was the unusual soundscape. He was so used to the sounds of cities that this was triggered as unusual in his mind.

Dick opened his eyes and his mind slowly reminded him where he was.

Y/N was asleep on his chest, held in his arms.

He smiled at the feeling of her naked skin against his.

It was going to be harder to leave than he original anticipated.

Dick tried to untangle their bodies, waking Y/N up in the process.

“Go back to sleep,” he whispered to her. “I’m going to make us some coffee and breakfast.”

“Don’t bother,” Y/N mumbled sleepily. “I don’t have any food.”

“Stay,” she added in a whine. “You’re so warm.”

Dick chuckled. “I know you have coffee, Y/N.”

“I do,” she hummed with a mischievous smile, eyes still closed. “But I want you to stay in bed.”

“I promise I’ll be right back,” he whispered to her before kissing the top of her head.

She finally allowed him to leave.

Dick quickly put on his underwear and got to the kitchen, trying to be quiet as he shuffled around to find everything to make coffee.

When he returned to bed it was with two filled mugs.

Y/N had rolled onto her stomach, her face buried in Dick’s pillow.

Her shoulders and upper back were exposed as she slept.

Dick paused and allowed himself to take in the scene before him.

He’d spent so much time dreaming of having such bliss. And now it sat before him as a reality. It felt too good to be true.

He sat on the very edge of the bed, putting both mugs on the nightstand beside him.

Dick bent down to place a trail of kisses up Y/N’s spine and then to her shoulder.

She hummed at the feeling.

“Come on. Wake up,” Dick whispered in her ear.

Y/N slowly woke up, and pulled the sheet to her chest as she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“You know…you’re very adorable when you first wake up,” Dick told her with a smirk.

“Oh, shut it,” Y/N warned him as she grabbed for one of the mugs.

Dick allowed her one sip before he pressed his lips to hers.

“Morning,” Y/N smiled after.

“Good morning,” he huffed a laugh.

She sighed. “What would you like to do today, Mr. Grayson?”

“I really don’t care,” Dick admitted.

He wanted to say, ‘As long as I’m with you, it doesn’t matter.’ But he knew it would come out cheesy and she’d only laugh at him. So he saved the thought for himself.

“How about a hike?” She offered.

“A hike sounds perfect.”

She tilted her head. “Maybe a shower first?”

“Shower first,” he confirmed. “Would be even better if it was together.”

Y/N threw her head back in a laugh. “I’ll allow it.”

A hike did turn out to be perfect.

Y/N pointed out landmarks or the property of friends.

And then she’d ask Dick about his life back home. And she asked about his brothers – to which he gave great detail about each.

But it didn’t go past Dick that she hadn’t asked about Bruce.

They’d finally reached the top of their goal peak.

They were both breathing heavily. It was by no means an easy hike.

“Do you miss him?” Dick finally had the courage to ask.

Y/N shrugged, but wouldn’t look at him. “Of course I do.”

“Be honest. Were you expecting him to find you?”

“No,” she answered truly. “I knew he wouldn’t.”

Dick didn’t know how to respond to that.

“But I think the worst part was that I was so okay with that,” Y/N admitted.

Then she sighed.

“Obviously I’ve had a lot of time to think about…everything. Me and him…we would be terrible for each other, Dick. I don’t know how to read his mind. And he doesn’t know how to talk to me. We’re both so stubborn and so bad at communicating. We would’ve just grown to resent one another.”

Y/N took in a shaky breath and exhaled. “And once I realized that, I was terrified that I’d completely fucked things up with you – and that I’d hurt your relationship with him.”

“You didn’t, Y/N.” Dick tried to reassure her.

“Things would be so bad between him and me. Then there would be one single moment of good…and I’d hold onto it for dear life,” Y/N added. “And I realized that would be our whole relationship.”

Dick nodded in understanding.

He knew she was absolutely right, and it had been his biggest fear for them.

“I’m sorry,” she quickly apologized. “I shouldn’t talk about him with you like this.”

“Don’t apologize.”

Dick wrapped his arm around her as they looked at the view together.

“Come on,” he told her. “We should get back soon. I have to catch a boat.”

She nodded.

——

The walk to the boat went by far too quickly for both of them. And their goodbye had arrived too soon.

Dick held Y/N in his arms on the dock.

When they pulled away he saw that Y/N’s eyes had filled with tears.

“Why do you have to go?” She muttered, clearly trying not to cry.

“You know all I want is to stay with you. But you said it yourself: you gotta figure stuff out. And I don’t want to be the one that gets in the way of that.”

He kissed her slowly.

“I wasn’t lying when I promised that I’d wait as long as I needed to, Y/N.”

“I know.”

“You take as long as you need, hear me?”

She nodded quickly.

“But I gotta go now.”

Dick gave one final and abrupt kiss before rushing away and jumping onto the boat.

He knew if he lingered, even a second, he might not be able to leave her.

He wouldn’t even let himself look back at her as the boat started to drift away. Because even then he was at risk of jumping off and swimming back to her.

——————————

9 MONTHS LATER…

“Seriously, Jaybird?” Dick asked as he held his cellphone to one hear and the steering wheel with the other.

He turned to Y/N, who sat in the passenger seat. “He says he’s not coming.”

“Gimme,” she muttered impatiently as she held out her hand.

Dick passed her the phone.

“What the fuck has you so busy that you can’t have a family dinner?”

Dick chuckled at his girlfriend’s sass.

“Jason, I haven’t seen you in over a year! Please? For me?”

Dick immediately heard the tone in her voice that always brought him to his knees – and she already had him wrapped around her finger. He wondered if Jason was immune to it.

But when he saw Y/N start smiling widely, he knew his brother was no stronger than him.

“Can’t wait to see you!” Y/N sang before hanging up.

The car went silent then. The only sound being the commercials on the radio.

“Is this going to be weird?” Y/N suddenly asked quietly as she stared out the passenger window.

“No,” Dick answered confidently.

She turned to look at him. “Sure?”

“No one is better than Bruce Wayne when it comes to pretending everything is alright. Trust me.” Then he sighed sadly. “Plus, Damian texted earlier and said there was last minute Justice League business. I doubt he’ll be back by dinner.”

“Sorry,” Y/N told him softly as she grabbed his right hand and placed a kiss on his knuckles. “I know you’ve missed him.”

Dick had been jumping from place to place for the past year and a half that even when he was in Gotham, he barely had time to see Bruce. It was always in passing.

“It’s fine.”

When they pulled up to Wayne Manor, Dick barely closed the car door before Damian was tackling him into a hug.

“Hey, Damian,” Dick chuckled softly at the boy.

Y/N smiled at the interaction and walked to the door to find Alfred waiting patiently with a smile.

“Hello, Alfred.”

“Ms. Y/L/N,” he bowed his head slightly.

“Alfred, we’ve been over this…” she warned playfully.

“A hard habit to break, Y/N.” He answered with a wink. “Welcome back.”

“Jason will be late,” she told him before hugging him hello.

“Master Wayne had another engagement,” Alfred said to Dick as he walked up with Damian glued to his side.

“Damian gave me the heads up,” Dick answered before hugging Alfred, too.

Damian gave a rushed side hug to Y/N as if he was embarrassed to show her any sort of affection and then ran away.

Dick and Y/N laughed at the gesture.

“Mr. Clark and Ms. Brown are here, as well.” Alfred informed them.

Y/N gave Dick a questioning look.

“Superman’s son and Tim’s girlfriend,” he explained.

“Ahh.”

Jason did end up coming to dinner – late as usual.

But he made up for it by wrapping Y/N in a giant bear hug and lifting her off her feet.

“Easy, punk!” Dick warned protectively as he heard his girlfriend shriek in surprise.

“Oh, fuck off,” Jason shooed.

This particular meal went off rather differently than Y/N’s first Wayne family dinner.

It probably helped that Damian was distracted with his best friend, Jonathan – who was the sweetest little boy Y/N had ever met. And Tim kept having a quiet conversation with his girlfriend, Stephanie – who was a social butterfly and asked Y/N about a million questions before dessert.

Jason claimed to only have come for a free meal and to ask Y/N why she was dating such a loser.

After dinner, Y/N convinced everyone to have a game night in the family room. Jason blasted some music. And everyone – to no surprise – got way too competitive with each other.

Y/N found it amusing to see Dick’s brother interacting with their own friends or significant others. Tim looked absolutely love stricken every time he looked at Stephanie. And even though Jon and Damian seemed like total opposites, Y/N could see that Damian really did enjoy the boy’s company.

“How did you not get The Searchers?” Jon groaned at Damian, but he clearly wasn’t actually mad or upset at the loss.

Y/N laughed at the boy. “Jon, how the hell do you even know that movie? It’s form the ‘50s.”

“Me and my dad watch westerns every Friday night,” he beamed proudly.

“I have better things to do than watch movies all the time,” Damian mumbled.

Y/N turned to Dick, who had her locked onto his lap with his arms.

“You gotta let me go,” she muttered to him with amusement. “It’s our turn.”

Dick did as she asked, but not before giving her a quick kiss.

“Eww!” Damian screamed.

“They’re in love! Leave them alone,” Stephanie reprimanded Damian, and looked at the couple – almost with admiration.

“Damian and Jon only got three in their round,” Jason announced just before he started the timer. “You two idiots ready?”

Y/N nodded and bounced on her feet in excitement.

Her and Dick ended up doing better than the younger boys. But they only got 5 right in the time limit and that was not good enough for Y/N.

“Can you please watch more movies?” Y/N moaned. “Or I’m going to partner with Jason next time.”

“Who knew pop culture was gonna be the thing that broke the two of you up…” Jason snickered.

Dick punched him in the arm before he pulled Y/N back down onto his lap against her will.

“You sure you wanna threaten me?” Dick asked before tickling her.

“I’m a winner. And you are becoming our weakest link!” Y/N managed to say through her laughter.

Even with the room filled with nothing but joyful chaos, a thought was nagging away at Y/N’s mind the whole night. She couldn’t ignore the disappointment of Bruce being absent. Dick knew she missed him – and he couldn’t acknowledge that without also feeling jealous.

Y/N just wanted to know how Bruce was doing.

But she also wanted to make sure there was no water under the bridge.

Yes, Bruce could go on living without ever clearing the air between the two of them. But Y/N couldn’t. She wasn’t that person anymore.

She was dating Dick now, who was basically his son – no matter how much they all tried to ignore that.

Just went Jason was about to partner with Stephanie, there was a throat clearing in the doorway of the family room.

Y/N looked up to see not only Bruce, but also Clark Kent standing in the doorway, watching all of them.

Or should she say Superman? Because he was still in his uniform.

“Hi, dad!” Jon smiled.

Clark smiled at the chaos before him. “I see you’re having fun with the Waynes.”

“Dad, can I sleep over tonight? Pretty please?” Jon whined.

“Yes, father. May he?” Damian urged to Bruce.

Clark and Bruce shared a look.

Y/N had to hide her amusement at the tired-dad role she was seeing Bruce fill. It never failed to surprise her.

Clark sighed, clearly sad he was about to disappoint his son. “I promised your mom that I’d bring you home tonight. Another time, alright?”

Jon’s head lowered in disappointment. But he didn’t fight his father on the decision.

He got up to walk to him.

“What do you say?” Clark asked.

Jon turned to Bruce. “Thank you for having me over, Mr. Wayne.”

Bruce smirked at the boy. “You’re welcome any time, Jonathan.”

Jon turned to wave bye to the rest of them. But then his eyes widened when he got to Y/N.

“Oh!” The boy practically yelped and skipped to where Y/N sat on the couch.

She was taken by surprise when the boy wrapped her into a hug.

“It was nice to meet you, Y/N.” Jon hummed with a smile. Then he turned to his father. “Dad! This is Y/N.”

She stood up when Clark walked to her. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”

Clark reached his hand out. Clearly Jonathan got his manners from his father.

“Clark,” he introduced. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

Y/N turned to eye Dick for that.

“Oh, not from that one,” Clark clarified with a smile and then nudged his head in Bruce’s direction, who was still standing in the doorway.

Y/N blinked in surprise, but recovered quickly.

“I hope they weren’t too much to handle,” Clark commented with a wince, knowing that Dick and her were probably supervising the kids the most.

“Not at all,” Y/N said. “Jonathan is better behaved than any of these monsters…”

“Hey!” Dick and Jason called out in unison.

Clark chuckled.

Then he looked down at his son. “Come on, Jonathan. Time to go.”

Y/N peaked through a window as the two of them walked outside and took off into the sky.

A second later, she heard the sonic boom.

When she turned back to the room, no one seemed to have watched their exit like she had. They hardly noticed people’s inhuman abilities anymore.

“You guys are way too used to that…” Y/N mumbled.

Jason laughed lightly at her amazement. “You should ask Bruce about the first time Dick met Clark.”

“Absolutely not,” Dick immediately shut down.

But when Y/N looked up to ask Bruce to elaborate, he had already disappeared from the room.

Maybe her being here wasn’t as easy for him as she had expected. But that was so hard for Y/N to believe.

“He was his biggest fan,” Jason continued as Dick tried to tackle him into silence. “He asked for his autograph like a fuckin’ nerd.”

Y/N shook her head at the two of them. “Aww…cute little baby Richard.”

Before she could ask more questions, Damian tugged on her hand and pulled her out of the room.

Dick didn’t call after them, too relieved to get away from his past childhood obsession with Superman.

“Where are we going?” She asked Damian with a laugh.

The boy tugged her harder, clearly annoyed by how slow she was moving.

“I wish to show you something.” Then he hesitated before adding, “It’s a secret.”

When they got to his room, Damian double checked the hallway before closing his bedroom door behind them.

He walked to his giant, walk-in closet.

When he opened the door, Y/N knew exactly what he was hiding.

There was a litter of kittens and their mother in a large cardboard that had food, water, and toys for them.

“Damian…” Y/N cooed at the sight of them.

“I found them on patrol a week ago. It was raining and they were freezing cold. Father and Pennyworth don’t know.”

She arched an eyebrow. There was no chance that they didn’t know. Bruce was aware of everything that happened in this household.

“You can hold them,” Damian offered as he held a kitten up to her.

It warmed her heart. And she took the kitten out of his grip.

She watched as Damian played with them and their mother, who seemed to be alright with this new human touching her babies.

“How’s your father doing, Damian?” Y/N asked carefully after awhile.

He shrugged. “Fine, I suppose. Though I think he was rather sad when you left.”

Y/N hummed.

She was surprised that such a thing could be perceived by Damian. It had to have been rather obvious for him to notice.

But this was most likely all she’d get from the boy.

“I see Grayson is quite happy,” Damian added.

“Think so?”

He nodded.

“I liked Jon. He’s a little cutie.”

“Yuck. He’s my friend.”

Y/N laughed. “You know, I think you’re a little cutie, too. But I would never tell anyone that. I know you’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

Damian glared at her.

But the look just caused Y/N to laugh more.

“Maybe I can convince them to let you keep all of ‘em,” she told him.

His head whipped up to from the kittens to her, surprised by her offer.

“You would do that?” He asked.

“Yeah. I just don’t know how much power I have...”

“More than you think…” Damian mumbled.

“What?”

“I think he still loves you,” the boy said as he looked down at the kittens.

“I’m not so sure. After all, he didn’t seem to even want to talk to me.”

“He doesn’t know how to behave around you and Grayson. He’s scared to get in between the two of you.”

Her brow furrowed. “How do you know that?”

“A couple nights ago, I overheard father and Pennyworth talking about you visiting. Father thought it was best to keep his distance.”

“Overheard or eavesdropped?” She challenged.

Damian smirked mischievously.

“We should probably get back before everyone get’s suspicious. I don’t want to expose your secret,” Y/N finally told him.

The boy nodded in agreement.

“Thank you for sharing it with me.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed back.

——————

Dick and Y/N had already planned to stay the night at the manor.

The two of them stayed in Dick’s bedroom, which only got Y/N to make a dozen jokes about sleeping together in his childhood room.

But the fun ended there.

While Dick quickly fell asleep, Y/N laid wide awake.

She went over her conversation with Damian again and again.

Was Bruce really that worried about her visiting?

After failing at going to sleep for hours, Y/N finally gave up.

She started getting out of bed.

“You OK?” Dick mumbled, her movement instantly waking him up.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just gonna go get some water from the kitchen,” she told him quietly. “Go back to sleep,” she urged before kissing his cheek.

It was a bit of a white lie.

Y/N was going to find Bruce.

However, she expected to have to trek all the way down to the cave.

Imagine her surprise when there was a slit of light leaking from the office.

Y/N froze, realizing her moment of confrontation was coming much sooner than she’d expected.

Her inhale was shaky the second before she slipped into the room.

Bruce immediately sensed a new presence and looked up from the computer.

“Hey,” Y/N greeted quietly.

Her body language screamed how uncomfortable she was.

But Y/N knew she had to stop running away from the hard questions.

What was the point of going to therapy if she wasn’t going to use the resources and advice to improve her life?

Bruce straightened in his seat, almost as if he’d been caught.

“Hi,” he replied softly.

His eyes held a smile that didn’t reach his lips.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asked her.

Y/N nodded and crossed her arms.

But she couldn’t stop herself from blurting out, “I’m sorry if it’s hard – me being here, I mean.”

Then she blinked and her eyes widened, fully processing what she just said.

“Or maybe it’s not hard at all and I’m completely projecting,” she added quickly.

Y/N cringed at her mess of a mind and inability to actually communicate what she wanted to say.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Bruce assured her before she could panic any further.

He slowly stood from his desk and walked out from behind it.

Y/N was a bit caught off guard by how close he stood to her, arms crossed and radiating poise.

She was so used to him keeping a distance – literally and figuratively.

“I’m glad you and Dick came to visit,” Bruce shared.

Y/N nodded.

Of course he would say that. It was the polite thing to do. And Bruce Wayne was raised to be polite, if nothing else.

An awkward silence settled.

“It is hard, you being here,” Bruce finally confessed.

Y/N was caught off guard by the honesty.

“I shouldn’t have kept the two of you apart,” he told her tenderly.

“It wasn’t just you, Bruce. I kept pushing him away,” she tried to defend.

Bruce shook his head. “But you wouldn’t have done that if it were not for me.”

Y/N took in a deep breath. “I’m glad you didn’t come find me.”

It was like they could both feel the gravity of the conversation drop.

“I needed time and space to see our relationship without,” she hesitated, “without being distracted by wanting you to want me.”

She shook her head at her own racing thoughts. “We would’ve been terrible for each other, Bruce.”

His instinct was to tell her that he disagreed.

But that was only because she saw the truth before him, and it made a part of him bitter – bitter that she wasn’t scared of it the same way he clearly was.

So Bruce’s silence said more than any words.

“I finally understood that the issue was never you not being able to find the right person. It was you never finding the person who would make you give up everything else.” Her head bowed in defeat. “And it just…it fucking sucked to realize that wasn’t going to be me. But I had to realize it at some point.”

Bruce cleared his throat. It was more to hold back his emotions than anything else.

“After everything, does it even mean anything when I say that I will always be sorry for what I did to you?” He asked her faintly.

She gave him a sad smile and bowed her head, “It does.”

Her smile brightened.

“Bruce, I really love him,” she whispered.

It was desperate and almost frightened, like she was scared saying it aloud would ruin the whole thing and Dick would disappear.

“I promise…he loves you even more.”

Once again, Y/N was taken aback by Bruce’s words.

But it was the truth.

From the short time Bruce had been in the room with Clark, he was hit with the absolute infatuation Dick had for her. Bruce noticed the way Dick looked at her, how his body was always facing her direction, and the love-sick sparkle in his eyes.

It had made Bruce wonder, ‘Could I have ever loved her that way?’

And he knew it was the what Y/N deserved.

“I won’t allow my mistakes to be the thing that keeps you two away,” Bruce finally disclosed. “I want the two of you to be happy.”

“Thank you,” Y/N whispered, trying to stop her voice from shaking.

Y/N faltered before she asked, “Are you gonna be OK, Bruce?”

He nodded. “Always am.”

She laughed lightly at his answer. “No, you aren’t. You’re just way too good at hiding it. And that’s why I worry.”

“You don’t have to worry about me, Y/N.”

“Well, I’m going to.”

Bruce gave her a shy smirk. “I will be fine.”

Y/N gave a stiff nod. That was as good as she was going to get.

“I should try to get some sleep,” she told him with a shrug.

He nodded. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

With that, she walked slowly out of the office and left him.

Tiptoeing back into the bedroom, Y/N got back into bed and nuzzled close to Dick.

He pulled her into his arms without opening his eyes.

“Hi,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Hi,” she whispered back.

She brushed some hair off his face and took in the sight of him sleeping.

They had officially been together as a couple for the past six months, bouncing around the country together.

Dick had done what he promised and gave Y/N her space.

She ended up staying in Norway for a year, spending 6 more months there after Dick had visited.

It was a real testament to Dick’s self control, the way he stopped himself from texting and calling her every day. He managed to keep it to a single text, once a week. He’d always kept it light, using it more as a check-in to make sure she was doing OK and staying safe.

Now Y/N looked at him as her boyfriend.

Someone she’d never had in her life before.

It was definitely a learning curve for her. But Dick was patient. More patient than Y/N believed she deserved. But that was something she had to work on still, too.

Dick was nothing but loving and gentle with Y/N. He made her laugh and smile – sometimes at his own expense. He taught Y/N that relationships could be filled with fun and jokes. They didn’t always have to be weighed down by tension and uncertainty.

And even though Y/N didn’t understand it or agree, Dick still saw himself as the lucky one.

“I love you, Dick,” she finally breathed as she brushed his cheekbone with his thumb.

“I love you, too.” He mumbled back.

And she had no idea if he was talking in his sleep or not.

Regardless, it was absolutely adorable.

————

Dick was a product of Bruce’s bad habits, often waking up early even when he was disturbingly sleep deprived.

When he walked into the manor’s kitchen the next morning, only Bruce was occupying the room. Alfred was probably working in the gardens.

“Morning,” Dick greeted as he poured himself coffee.

“Heading out early?” Bruce asked.

Dick shook his head. “Y/N didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. So I wanted to let her sleep in as much as she wants. Then we’ll probably head out.”

“Where to?”

Dick shrugged, “San Francisco.”

Bruce just nodded in interest.

“I can feel a lecture coming on…” Dick pointed out before he quirked an eyebrow and took a sip of coffee.

Bruce moved in his seat. “Don’t ruin this, Dick.”

Dick couldn’t help but smirk. “You do understand how ironic that is coming from you, right?”

Bruce sighed, but it was his equivalent of rolling one’s eyes.

“She talk to you last night?” Dick asked.

As soon as Y/N had come back to bed, he knew that’s where she’d been.

“She did,” Bruce confirmed.

Dick shifted his weight.

“You have nothing to worry about,” Bruce said with a smirk. His amusement only earned him a glare from Dick. “She chose you, Dick. And I’m not going to do anything to hurt either of you.”

Dick knew there was nothing but sincerity behind Bruce’s words.

But he also spent most of his life comparing himself to Bruce. This was the first time he’d ever done so with women or love or even sex. It would take a bit more effort to get over it like he had with his other insecurities.

“I know,” Dick finally said quietly.

———————

A few hours later, Y/N had woken up, showered, and gotten her things together.

Dick and her had said their goodbyes to the boys and Alfred.

Just as they were at the door, Y/N noticed Bruce leaning against the wall, watching them leave.

“Go,” Dick urged her quietly when he saw her hesitate. “I’ve already said my goodbyes.”

Y/N’s fingers fidgeted as she slowly walked to Bruce.

“Guess this is goodbye,” she laughed awkwardly.

“Guess so,” he offered with a sad smile.

‘Fuck it,’ she thought before wrapping him in a hug.

“Keep in touch with him, please. He misses you more than you think,” she whispered into his shoulder.

“You let me know if he gives you trouble,” he answered seriously.

But Y/N pulled away with a laugh. “We both know he would never.”

She took a step back. “Bye, Bruce.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

And then she was gone.

Bruce watched them leave through the windows.

When Y/N got into the car, Dick reached over with his hand and gave her a sympathetic look. “You OK?”

“Mhmm,” she hummed before kissing him.

“We got a long drive ahead of us,” Dick sighed.

Y/N smiled. “Yeah, but it’ll be fun.”

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THE END

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Some unspoken thing

Karl Jacobs x Reader

requested: no

Trigger warnings: mentions of covid, mild descriptions of a panic attack

premise: You and Karl have been friends, for years now, and now even your friends are starting to see that unspoken thing between you

“---” talking

‘---’ talking through a call

(y/s/n) - your screen name

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You’d known Karl since you were at least 10, and you both agreed that you’d been together forever, through thick and thin it was always you and Karl against the world. You and your unspoken thing.

When he’d first spoken of moving away from Portland you weren’t too sure, mostly because of college, but still, you found yourself here, sprawled across a couch, exhausted from hauling boxes up to your apartment.

“Why did we bring so much stuff?” You groaned as Karl picked up your legs long enough to sit down, then letting them drop into his lap.

He sighed, “Don’t quote me on this, but it was you who couldn’t pack your stuff into less than 20 boxes.”

“Yah okay Mr. ‘I can’t be bothered to even clean this laundry before I pack it up to leave’.” You scoffed.

“That's not true! I washed most of it...” Karl trailed off pulling out his phone, “Pizza?”

“Obviously.”

Soon the pizza arrived and as Karl went to the door to grab it, you went and grabbed two monsters from the fridge, sitting back down in front of the couch as Karl came back with the pizza.

“Ey I gotta pizza here!” He exclaimed, setting it down.

“Eyyyyyyy!” You handed him one of the monsters, opening your own as he sat down, already starting to pull up an old episode of survivor.

Once the pizza had been finished, and the left overs put away you ended up half cuddled together on the couch, your fingers softly carding through his hair.

“Hey! I’m back!” You called, looking around the seemingly empty apartment, confused, “Karl?”

It had been a few months since, you’d moved out to North Carolina, and so far online school hadn’t been too bad even when corona hit, not with Karl and streaming to distract you from the reality of the world around you.

You went back to looking around for your friend, calling, “Hey, Karl where’d you go?”

Sighing you followed the soft, muffled sobs to Karl’s room, knocking on the door softly, “Honey, are you in there?”

There was silence, then a muffled, “un uh.”

You pushed open the door gently, blinking into the mild darkness and turning to see Karl sitting on his bed, half curled into the wall and wrapped in a sweater he’d stolen from your closest a few weeks ago.

Immediately you crossed the room, climbing onto the bed next to him and pulling him into your arms, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? What happened?”

His arms drifted around your waist, burying his into your chest, “They all hate me.” He murmured.

“Who do you think hates you?” You cooed.

“Dream and Sapnap and everyone.”

“They don’t hate you, no one on the smp hates you.” You pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “What happened?”

“I said somethin stupid, (y/n), I messed everything up.”

You knew not to push any further, instead just doing your best to hold him closer, whispering, “They don’t hate you, they’d never hate you okay? It’ll all blow over and everything will be okay. I promise.”

“What if it doesn’t (y/n)? What if I messed it up forever?”

“You didn’t baby, you didn’t. It’s gonna be alright, I promise.”

“Ahhhhhh leave me alone!” You half shrieked, running away from Sapnap and Quackity on the dream SMP.

‘Imposter! Imposter!’ They chanted.

“I’m just supposed to be babysitting the chat!” You yelled, “I didn’t sign up to bully on a twitch stream! If I wanted that I would’ve been on my own stream!”

Sapnap laughed, ‘Oof! That's sad.’

“I know,” You said dramatically, “No one has any respect for (y/s/n), not you, not my chat, not even Karl!”

‘We all know thats not true.’ Quackity scoffed.

You half turned, giggling as Karl, came back into the room, “Debatable.”

“What’s uh, whats going on?” He asked.

“I’m being bullied, that's what's going on,” The chat started to fill with hearts and ‘(y/s/n) support.’, “Also I’ve decided since your chat likes me more than mine, so this is my stream now, I’m taking over.”

Karl just half sighed, grabbing the chair from your desk on the other side of the office, and wheeling it over, sitting down next to you, propping his legs in your lap.

‘(y/n) the world wants to know, how does it feel to now fill the void where Karl Jacobs once sat?’ Quackity asked, through a voice filter.

“Well, since my dear friend Karl died,”

“I’m not dead!” He interjected.

You sniffed, “Sometimes I can still hear his voice.”

“Dear friend?” Sapnap scoffed, “Al- Quackity look at the stream and tell me if they look like ‘dear friends’.”

You face started to grow red, as both Nick and Alex began to catcall at you two, Karl, clearly getting confused as you ducked your head, face entirely red.

“Whats the matter (y/n)? You got a crush?” Nick teased.

Half covering your mouth you muttered, “Just some unspoken thing.”

“If I were to tell you that I kinda sorta didn’t listen to you, and forgot to buy more cereal, what would you say?” Karl asked, shrugging off his backpack as he came into the apartment.

When he got no real response, he started to look around, finding you a minute later, laying on his bed, “Did’ja hear me?”

“ehhhh... I don’t really care.”

His brow furrowed upon hearing your monotonous, “You okay? What’s up?”

You were still staring up at the ceiling “Grey, ‘s all grey.”

Sighing he came and sat down on the bed next to you, taking one of your hands in his, “Grey?”

“Sad brain makes everything grey.”

Karl fiddled with your fingers a moment, before raising them to his lips and softly pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “I’ll go make you tea.”

He headed out of the room, leaving you to sit up and stare at the ceiling wondering what you’d done to deserve someone like him.

A few minuets later he came back with a mug, handing it to you before he sat down behind you, wrapping his arms around you, “Is there a reason for sad brain today?”

“Everything's just- blah. I’m just tired.”

He didn’t need to ask to understand you didn’t mean physically, so instead he just pulled you gently to lean against his chest, pressing a gentle kiss to the edge of your jaw, “Okay?”

You knew Karl had a hard time with words sometimes, and you had long since learned how to listen for the meanings between simple phrases, and especially the weight of certain words, “Okay.”

‘So what is with you and Karl?’ Niki asked.

You sighed, “I do not even know where to begin to answer that question.”

You were sitting in a discord call with her, originally trying to plan a joint stream but the conversation had switched.

‘I mean, if you don’t mind me saying so, it seems like your dating.’

“Well...” You considered it for a moment, you knew that your feelings for Karl were more than platonic, and had been for a long time, to you, it almost seemed like a fact of the world, the sky is blue, the earth is round, you loved Karl.

“We've never talked about it, but- I suppose we- uhhh, you know what we’ll just say a little bit.” You quickly changed what you were going to say to be more ambiguous as Karl entered the room yelling, “Hi Niki!”

‘I know you can’t hear me but hi Karl!’ She yelled back.

You laughed, turning in your chair, “Niki says hi!”

Karl grinned, leaning on the back of your chair, “Oh, yeah, dinners ready.” and Niki raised her eyebrows, smirking at you.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You laughed, feeling Karl’s chin coming to rest on the top of your head.

‘I’m not looking at anything.’ she insisted, ‘you would be a cute couple.’

Your face started to turn red, “Shut up!”

‘It was a compliment!’ Niki laughed.

“I know!”

Karl’s face grew confused, “What?”

“It’s nothing. Niki I’ve gotta go, we’ll see about the stream tomorrow, okay?”

‘yeah, bye!’

“Bye!”

You disconnected from the call, “Dinner?”

“Yeah! I managed not to burn the chicken!”

You couldn’t help but grin, “Awesome!”

“I swear- either there both oblivious or there just really good at keeping it just hidden enough!” Dream exclaimed.

“I mean if we don’t find out for another two weeks, I get a hundred dollars, so by all means let it drag out.” Quackity laughed.

Sapnap groaned, “Actually its more like three hundred now, Hbomb, Skeppy and Wilbur all put in more money.”

“Well I asked the other day,” Niki began, “and they only said, ‘a little bit’, What does that even mean?”

“Maybe they are dating and that's (y/n)s way of dismissing it.” Tubbo said.

You were listening to the discord call, trying not to laugh, as Tommy suggested, “Well it’s possible they are dating but like, haven’t realized it?”

Everyone began to laugh, “Wait- wait hear me out! Hear me out! Like- you know when on like romcoms and shit where two bestfriends end up like there dating even when they technically aren’t and then they accidently kiss!”

George scoffed, “That's not a thing.”

“Well still!” Tommy tried to argue.

“Not even in movies though.” Niki said.

“Your right,” You laughed, unmuting, “We haven’t kissed yet, so it must not be a thing.”

The vc went deadly silent as Tommy began to laugh hysterically, “Were you here the whole time?”

“Maybe.” You laughed.

“Wait- so are you and Karl together or not?” Dream questioned.

“Uhhh, let you know when I find out? Do I get the money if I figure it out?”

“Oh my god (y/n).” Tubbo was trying not to laugh himself as Tommy continued to lose his shit.

“Yeah,” You looked over to where Karl was half asleep, leaning against you, “I’ve said it before, and I guess I’ll say it again, it’s just some unspoken thing.”

Music filled the apartment when you entered, some old song by Sinatra, and Karl was dancing around the living room as you pulled off your coat and mask.

“Are you listening to Sinatra?” You questioned, setting the rest of your things down.

“Come dance with me!” He giggled.

You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you grabbed his hand, letting the other come to rest on his shoulder, “God, it’s been so long since I’ve dance.”

“Come on, you remember don’t you?”

You chuckled, “Back, side, forward, back. Technically this isn’t a waltzing song though.”

“You can waltz to anything if you try hard enough,” Karl insisted, “Ready, and- one two three, one two three...”

You fell into step, quietly humming along to the song as you moved in a slow arc around the room.

“..And- spin out...” Karl murmured, gently spinning you out to the side, and you paused for a a moment before he tugged on you arm, causing you to spin back in, finding yourself, face to face with him.

You laughed nervously, suddenly blushing at the feeling of his arms around you.

“What are we?” Karl asked softly, “Like, what is- this?”

“Some unspoken thing.” Your voice was just as low, suddenly the weight of the hand resting on your lower back seeming to double.

He looked at your lips, then back at your eyes, and you nodded softly, leaning in and pressing your lips together.

Your arms drifted around his waist as he pulled you closer, before you separated, smiling.

“Does that mean it’s spoken now?” Karl asked.

You grinned, “Course.”

Later, after spending the rest of the night like any other you were cuddled up together on the couch, watching the newest episode of survivor, and you pretended not to notice as he gushed to someone through text.

Your phone began to buzz with venmo notifications, and Karl looked at you confused, “(y/n), why is everyone paying you?”

You chuckled, “Reaping the benefits of our friends conspiring in a discord call that was left open.”

After the kiss you had sent one text to a group chat; ‘I figured it out: pay up bitches.’

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