#inspired by a vid i saw on tt

[ijustwantcuddless]

those au sans (and occasionally paprus) x reader fics got me fucked.

if you dont know what im talking about, im talking about those fics where its sans and paps living with eachother and for whatever reason the author comes up with him, (its usually him wanting to get his dad back, aka, w.d gaster) sans continues working on that fucking thing for the core him and his dad worked on before yk, gaster fell into it and then he does something and all of a sudden different au versions of him start coming out and bc they cant fix it and leave or are figuring out how to fix it, they temporarily live with og sans and paps (btw they make them rich most of the times in these fics).

and all through this, either og sans and paps are already friends with reader and most likely inlove with them ORRRR they all slowly meet reader AND THEN slowly fall inlove with her.

now that i gave yall a brief recap, WHT GETS ME SO FUCKED UP IS HOW OG (or vanilla, the nickname some fics give him since yk, theres multiple versions of him now) IS ALWAYS FORGOTTEN??? BRO IMAGINE BEING INLOVE WITH SOMEONE AND THEN ALL THESE OTHER VERSIONS OF U ARE ABLE TO GET HER TO LIKE THEM...THATS JUST SADDD, I WANNA GIVE CLASSIC LOVEEEE :((

inspired by a vid on tiktok btw

[elainsgirl]

So I saw elriel related vids on tiktok and saw a g/wynriel saying in the comments that Sjm likes/is inspired by mythology and that clotho giving the necklace to her means that she is the golden string between Azriel and Gwyn. I'm like... what???

They put soo much importance to that necklace and bonus chapter alone. What if clotho doesn't even give it to Azriel which some of us speculate, because clotho saw how sad he was while trying to get rid of the necklace?

And It's sad how the chapter is brought so out of context that they completely ignore the first part and all the intimacy between Elriel

I feel like Azriel being able to smell elucien bond and Elain being able to see visions definitely has deeper reasons. Maybe she even saw visions of her with Azriel or Vassa with Lucien which is why she is so distant from Lucien. Maybe she already knows/feels he's not the one for her. Or simply doesn't like him like that way

I just find it so funny when antis nitpick the mythologies they choose to believe Sjm is following. The mythology where Ivan’s 3 sisters marry 3 bird-transforming wizards and he’s off to save his wife who is cursed by Koshei? Nah Sjm clearly isn’t following that one.

Clotho is the “gold string” between gwynriel? The one connecting them together? Kind of a bold statement to say when she has done absolutely nothing for Gwynriel- by acosf there is no mention of Gwyns necklace despite her meeting with Clotho on page aftet solstice, simple deduction -> she hasn’t given the necklace to gwyn. Therefore she has started nothing between them, she has not interwined their fate together. Far from a fated string,

Now, Clotho is connected to fate - she could have given the necklace to gwyn - who would have then worn the necklace, this could have symbolically ended elriel and began Gwynriels fated love story, ofc none of that happens.

I just find it so embarrassing when they try to make the necklace work for Gwyn, it was brought with another woman in mind. Everything about that necklace - the rose, 3 colours, its simplicity yet beauty when light passes through- it all screams Elain. Not Gwyn, nothing about that necklace is associated with Gwyn - its why I strongly believe she doesn’t have it. Sjm wouldn’t make her wear jewellery symbolic of another woman, also…the idea that mated men gift their mates jewellery yet gwyns mate is out here, taking his time and buying a necklace for another woman- the whole thing is icky and so unromantic for Gwynriel. I also believe Az went back for the necklace.

*Can you imagine if Clotho did give Gwyn the necklace but we find out the reason she hasn’t worn it is because it wasn’t her style? Lmfao*

What else can they place importance on for gwynriel? What part of acosf screams Gwyn and Az are mates! They’re the next love story! The bonus is the foundation of gwynriel and it’s something GAs can’t deny either. This same bonus that has not been reprinted (to my knowledge) or even included in the SE despite how popular it is. If Azriels book was next - his bonus would’ve been the perfect addition. I mean what do you expect? These same antis that minimise the importance of the TT, Hybern, Az figuring out elain is a seer, “why not make them mates?” Scenes. Ofc they’re going to act oblivious to the importance of elriels bonus chapter. The fact Az wanted to BEG on his knees for Elain, finding out the secret Nesta realises in acosf is all about Elain, Azriel aversion the elucien bond. Im sure in the mind of antis -these are just useless filler scenes mass chose to focus and write on for a reason they can never explain. Sometimes it truly feels like Antis have read a different bonus chapter to the established one, in fact it sometimes feels like they’ve read completely different books w the interpretations they come up with 😭

The fact Azriel can smell eluciens bond is glossed over bcs it proved he hs some connection to Elain otherwise the bond should not affect him the slightest. Mass was clever w her wording in acowar - “only a mate can sense what is amiss” -> Lucien sprouting the same thing Amren/Madja said - yet what I find so interesting is compare him to Az in that scene, Lucien is so clueless and helpless for Elain yet Az focuses on her and knows what’s wrong. “ a mate can sense what is amiss” - certainly it wasn’t Lucien,

And I know antis love refuting this by saying “Az is a spy! So ofc he would’ve known” hmmm So was Lucien at a point hence why after seeing the foreshadowing of Elain becoming a spy- eluciens came up with the theory that Elain would be a spy- not w the current spymaster she was compared too, no, but with the ex spy Lucien anways. ✨ anti logic ✨ never fails to make you confused and leaves you with a headache.

I think its a mixture. The bond is unnatural to Elain and she isn’t attracted or interested in Lucien hence her disinterest. I honestly cannot wait for Elains pov on this whole matter.

[senslayedbutdrunk]

Inspired by one of TT vid that I saw-

[damijon-supersons]

The Screw-ups: a Super Sons fic

Synopsis: Jon gets injured after a mishap on a mission with Damian. Friends and family come to visit him, except for the person he wanted to talk to the most. Written with inspiration from @batboyblog :D

It was supposed to be another routine mission for them.

Once Jon and Damian’s dads had warmed up to the idea of them officially working together, they’d been sent on small-scale missions—things that their dads wouldn’t have worried about. That time, their mission was to apprehend a rogue STAR Labs scientist who supposedly stole some experimental weapons and was evading arrest by using them. It was nothing that Superboy and Robin couldn’t handle.

At least, it was supposed to be that way.

Neither of them knew that the experimental weapon was a mech suit that was lined with a synthetic kryptonite alloy. Damian hadn’t foreseen that the moment he tried to climb up the mech’s back, he’d get electrocuted by a hidden defense mechanism. Jon didn’t expect that the moment he tried to save Damian as the latter fell, his powers would severely diminish in the face of the mech’s kryptonite elements, and render him completely vulnerable against a strike from a two-ton metal arm.

When Batman and Superman had arrived, worried when their sons had become unresponsive, they found Damian convulsing on the floor and Jon crumpled in a heap inside a mech-suit-fist-sized hole in the wall. The headlines that day spoke of how Superman nearly destroyed the entire building in a rage and how—despite the kryptonite—he ripped the mech into pieces until he collapsed from radiation poisoning. Other rumors told of how the scientist was beaten to within an inch of his life by Batman, and how full recovery seemed impossible.

The next thing that Jon saw was a bright light. There were people talking all around him, and he thought he heard his mom as well. It seemed that he was lying on a soft white bed, but he couldn’t tell for sure because he couldn’t move at all.

He’d wake for a few minutes at random, and then fall back asleep again. The occasional times he was lucid enough to understand what people were saying, he gathered that he was in a Wayne-funded hospital, in a special room that only certain doctors close to Bruce himself knew about. From the snippets of conversation he’d heard, his inherent powers of invulnerability saved him from any lasting damage, but his injuries were still enough that he could barely move.

It took a couple of days, but Jon seemed to be healing well. He could finally stay conscious for more than a few hours, and he could move his upper body once more. The first day that he could talk again, his mother, Lois, was there.

“Mom…?”

“Jon!”

Lois had cried, in fact, far too much than Jon would have liked. As she had explained it, she’d been worried sick, staying as often as she could in the hospital and even stopped going to her job at the Daily Planet. Superman himself was bedridden in the fortress of solitude for an extended recovery. Jon had asked about Damian, but Lois didn’t know what had happened to him.

“I’m sorry, mom,” Jon said weakly.

“Baby, shush. What are you apologizing for?”

“For worrying you. For getting myself and dad and Damian into trouble. I wasn’t careful and I messed up…”

“No, none of that was your fault, Jon. You did nothing wrong,” Lois replied softly. “If anything, your father and I blame ourselves. We agreed to have you go on these missions. It was our call that got you injured.”

“Don’t say that, mom,” Jon replied with a slight smile. “I’m just glad you’re here now. But you need to promise me something. Don’t worry so much anymore. Don’t stop goin’ to work just because of me. Go back home and just wait for me like you always do after school. I’ll come back, I promise.”

Lois tearfully agreed, and then left. Jon wondered if she’d truly left, though, because he could’ve sworn that later that night, when he woke up barely conscious, he felt the presence of someone watching over him.

“This was my fault for letting you boys go.”

The second day, Batman came. Bruce Wayne came in a suit and tie and stood over Jon’s bed the whole time, somehow managing to merge his imposing figure with that of a stern but distraught father.

“We should have gathered more intel before we sent you out. I should have sent someone to tail you. This shouldn’t have happened.”

“Mr. Wayne, how’s Damian?” Jon asked with evident concern.

“He’s recovered.”

For a few seconds, there was an awkward silence as Jon’s doubt stopped himself from asking a very crucial question: where was Damian, and why didn’t he visit yet?

If Bruce picked up on Jon’s thoughts, he didn’t say. “We used both human and Kryptonian medical technology to heal you, so you should fully recover. As for the future of your activities, we’ll discuss that once you’ve been discharged.”

“Future…? What do you mean? Are you going to stop me and Damian from going out to missions from now on?” Jon asked with a hint of frustration.

Bruce grunted in reply.

“I owe it to Clark and to you that this never happens again,” he said with finality before he left.

Jon felt angry. Was Batman going to stop him from being Superboy? Where was Damian? He wanted his partner to be there and to talk to him about this. But Damian was nowhere, and Jon felt alone. He started to wish that he hadn’t told him mom to stop coming to the hospital—at least he’d have company.

Later that night, Jon fell into a vivid dream. He was back at STAR labs with the rogue scientist. Just as he was about to rush into battle once more, his dad, Batman, his mom and all the other friends he had came forward to battle the mech. Jon couldn’t move as he watched the mech defeat every single one of them.  

Jon woke up in a sweat. The dream made him feel horrible and alone. But when he groggily glanced to his side, he saw the silhouette of someone in the dark sitting beside his bed. Though he didn’t know who it was, the presence calmed him and he drifted peacefully back to sleep.

“Heeey! There you are, Jon!”

“’Sup, flyboy?”

“Are you sure you’re actually injured, because you look fine.”

Dick Grayson, Jason Todd and Tim Drake poured into the room on the third day. While they were Damian’s brothers first and foremost, the previous Robins had taken a great liking to Jon once he’d become a frequent visitor the Wayne Manor as Damian’s new partner.

“Hi guys!” Jon chirped. It was the happiest he’d felt in a while.

“We brought you stuff so you don’t get bored while you’re here,” Dick began. “I brought you some comicbooks. They’re the latest releases.”

Jon gleefully accepted the comicbooks—they were from his favorite series, Sparrow, son of Owlman.

Tim handed him a smartphone and said, “Here. You know that new On-justice fighting game, right? Well, I modded it myself so that it’s a bit more interesting to play. You can keep the phone.”

Jon’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Whoa, really? My dad said I didn’t need a new phone when I asked him…”

Dick, Tim, and Jon then looked at Jason expectantly.

“Oh, it’s my turn? Okay, here.” Jason fished a small fidget spinner from his pocket and gave it to Jon. The other former Robins gave him an exasperated look. “What? I heard it’s all the rage with kids these days!”

Dick laughed while Tim shook his head in pity.

“No, it’s fine. I guess I always wanted to see what’s up with them, anyway,” Jon giggled as he accepted the toy. “Thanks guys, honest. You didn’t have to do this.”

“This is an advanced loan, mind you. No more birthday or Christmas presents this year…except for Jason, that spinner barely counts as anything,” Dick said with a straight face.

“Hey!” Jason protested.

“Dick’s joking…except that part about Jason,” Tim chimed in.

“You guys are so asking for it.”

Everyone was laughing by then, including Jon. He was oblivious to the fact that the three Robins gave each other subtle smiles, as if they’d accomplished what they’d set out to do in the first place.

“We should have been there,” Dick said after a while. “We should have helped.”

“We keep saying that you can always count on us to save you. But when that time came, we weren’t there. We’re sorry,” Tim added.

“Guys, please, there’s nothing to be sorry for!” Jon insisted. There was so much that he wanted to say that he couldn’t put into words. Everyone kept blaming themselves, and he hated it.

“Don’t get me wrong, Jonny Boy, I’m less worried about you than I am for myself if Damian finds out I let you get hurt—again, I mean,” Jason said comically.

Instead of laughing, though, Jon frowned. “Uhm, do you know where Damian is these days…?”

“What do you mean?” Tim asked.

Jon looked away as he replied, “He hasn’t come to visit at all…”

“Are you kidding me? He hasn’t shown himself yet?” Dick shook his head with a wistful smile. “Classic Damian.”

“Okay, I’ll tell him,” Jason told his brothers before addressing Jon. “Damian’s been watching over you all this time.”

“W-what?” Jon asked in confusion.

“The moment he recovered, he camped out at the hospital’s roof. He’s been slipping into your room every night watching over you while you sleep,” Tim explained.

“You know how he is,” Jason added. “If you wanna call him out on his silent watcher bullcrap, just stay awake past midnight. Oh and take a vid of his reaction, too.”

“Jason…!” Dick chided.

“I’m kidding!” Jason said with a pronounced wink.

 Just as Jason had suggested, Jon forced himself to stay awake past midnight. Just before he was about to nod off, he heard the almost imperceptible sound of the room’s window being slid open. Jon focused as his super hearing picked up extremely soft footfalls, and a steadily beating heart. It came from a darker corner of the room, just beyond his peripheral vision.

“Come out, Damian, I know you’re there,” Jon said firmly.

“Tt.” Damian clicked his tongue as he came into Jon’s field of vision. He sat down on the chair beside the bed with a sullen look on his face.

“You could have said ‘Hi’, or something. It would have been nice if I knew you were here.”

Damian stayed silent.

“Gah, I’m so mad at you right now, Damian! There’s so much I want to say to you but you were never here! Why do you have to be so edgy that you have to hide the fact that you visit me every night?”

Without looking at Jon, Damian flatly replied, “If you wanted coddling and attention, you already had your visitors for that.”

“But you came here every night either way,” Jon said with a hint of annoyance. “You could have just told me if you were worried, I would have liked that better than you hiding in the dark.”

“Tt.”

Jon waited a few seconds to collect his thoughts before talking once more. “Damian, my mom visited me and she blamed herself for what happened so much that she stopped doing the things she had to, like her job. Your dad visited and blamed himself so much that he wants to stop me from doing things that I have to, like being a hero. Your brothers came here and blamed themselves, and they thought that they should always be there to save us.”

“What’s your point?” Damian asked. Talking about feelings was not his strong suit, and it showed.

“Don’t you get it? I wanted them to stop blaming themselves! I just wanted a chance to say that this was my fault—our fault! We should take the blame, too! I didn’t want a mom or a dad or an older brother who kept apologizing for what we did to ourselves.”

“And what do you want, exactly?” Damian asked cautiously.

Jon looked Damian straight in the eyes and said, “I wanted a friend, Damian—someone who’s with me even when I make mistakes and gets where I’m coming from. I wanted you.”

Damian stayed silent again, so Jon continued.

“We both messed up, Damian. You’re the only one who understands what I feel. We made our families worry, and it’s our fault, not anyone else’s. I don’t need someone feeling sorry for me. I just want someone to be with me.”

“Tt.”

Even without words, Jon could tell that Damian felt the same.

“I know you’re not good at mushy stuff like this,” Jon said with a smile, “but we gotta have each other’s backs whatever happens. We’re Robin and Superboy, even if we mess up really bad sometimes.”

Jon held out his hand. A moment later, Damian’s own warm hand grasped it firmly—he’d apparently taken off his costume’s gauntlets just for the gesture.

“Jonathan Kent, you’re such a screw-up,” Damian sighed.

“Only as much as you, Damian Wayne.” Jon grinned.

“For better or worse, this is why we’re partners.”