#never have i ever thought that a comic idea

[midnightshindig]

I don't know if you're taking requests, but what about a Mark with a mentor hero he can lean on? Most heroes in other comics usually have them, so why not? P.S. Can you recommend a name for an orange cat? I adopted one, but I can't think of a name.

My orange cat is named Opalite for the color Opalite makes when you shine a light through it, but we call her Opal. My grey ragmuffin cat is Winchester, but we call him Winnie. A good cat name should be relatively formal in its fullest form, but with a nickname that matches the cats vibe.

But if you just wanted a recommendation, I like Marmalade. You could call them Lade/Ladhy for a girl and Marms if they're a goofier cat (regardless of gender).

Could also name it fancy nancy but that's neither here nor there.

hcs below the cut!!

You're an adult hero (late 20s to early 30s) with powers akin to Bulletproof, generic strong, flying superhero

But you're ALSO a long time 'friend' of Nolan aka Omniman

You were briefly both superheroes in the same city in your early days, and he trusted your competency.

So when Nolan realized Mark was unresponsive to his training, he called in a favor from you

So you and Mark started training together, and it was a rocky journey

He was overzealous but insecure about his own abilities and with a deep need to prove himself

"That was good, Kid. Your time's a minute faster than it was when we started training."

Mark peeled his mask off in frustration "Agh- My Dad can circle the Earth in seven minutes- you can do it in nine! Fifteen minutes-"

"Fourteen." You corrected, holding up your phone stopwatch feature with a smile

He narrowed his eyes and sighed in exasperation "You know what I mean, Y/n. I need to be faster, stronger! Time me again."

Before you could stop him, he was off again, assumedly taking a lap around the earth.

After the events of Season One, Mark starts training with you exclusively

It's a form of bonding that only you, Art, Mark, and Debbie can really understand

To be so close with someone and have them be so different from your idea of them.

Plus, Mark's dad is no longer around for their training

"Wow, Mark, your time is so much better! Eight minutes, hell kid you're faster than me!"

Mark gritted his teeth, slumping against the mountaintop he'd flew across the earth to get back to

"Y/n... did you ever train with my dad?"

His question didn't come as much of a surprise, he'd seemed off since the event in Chicago.

"of course, we trained a handful of times. Although, you and I have trained together more than your dad and I ever did."

This answer softened him, and his crossed arms dropped to his side

"I don't know how to not be a disappointment."

His voice was shaky but knowing, this was obviously something he'd been thinking about for a while.

"Mark, of course you arent. You could never be. You just have to-"

"Be the best that I can?" Mark scoffed, pulling his knees to his chest. It was a horribly childish pose for such a grown boy "Y/n, my best got thousands of people killed. I'm not good enough."

You thought really hard about his circumstances

and about the kind of person Mark was

and sat next to him in the snow

"Then we work hard." your tone was jovial, almost casual, as if you were suggesting he unplug and replug a faulty appliance

Mark hadn't been expecting that answer, pity or encouragement, maybe. Anger or spite? Sure. but this? It was so... knowing.

"How can I work hard when the stronger I get, the more mistakes I make?"

You smiled, bumping him with your shoulder "Your powers get stronger before your mind and heart do, muscles get better with weight training and cardio, but you can't handle that power until you've had real experience." A coy, performative grin spread across your face in an attempt to soothe his worries

"I'm an adult, Mark, and I've been training superheroes for a while. If I believe in you, you gotta trust me."

Mark's face tightened once more "But- you were wrong about my dad." he looked back and away from you, trying to tip toe around being offensive or plainly rude with his reasoning

"mm, that's true." You nodded sagely, leaning back onto your arms "But, so was everybody. And I mean, if everyone was fooled, that just means we all have the chance to learn and be better judges of character in the future."

You watched the skyline contemplative, reminiscing on your memories with Nolan

"Your dad was a weird guy, he was gruff and reserved, unwilling to explore what he feared or to embrace what he loved. I always thought he was just aloof, but its an inability to connect with ones heart that leads to apathy and violence." You rested a hand on Mark's upper arm supportively "I'm glad you told me about your worries. It's good to be worried. It's good to be scared. It shows you care, and that you'll do better. You have something Omni-Man never could've, foresight. Learn from your life, Mark, its why you remember it."

In that moment, Mark could feel his tensions easing, the weight on his shoulders melting into the snow beneath him.

It had been so long since an adult was able to fully connect with him in this way, in a way his mother wasn't wholly able to due to her obligations as his mother.

But when his shoulders eased and he felt his head hit your outer arm, he knew that he could relax

and maybe trust in someone other than himself to make the right decision.

If you believed in him, maybe that was all that mattered. And maybe the two of you could figure the rest out with the knowledge you gained on the way.

[minorlyatfault]

kiss me beneath the milky twilight, from vi

ᰔ pairing . . . d. wayne !

ᰔ with . . . a hopeless romantic reader / liz buxbaum coded!reader

ᰔ category . . . fluff , one - shot !

ᰔ in which . . . a movie night, a soft blanket, & damian wayne learning that love can look a lot like pride & prejudice.

ᰔ look around . . . m. list && detective comics m. list

ᰔ tags . . . aged up!damian wayne. liz buxbaum coded!reader. romcom girlie x emotionally constipated boy. pride & prejudice supremacy. damian is darcy-coded but like in denial. the batfam is the secret love guru. modern jane austen moment. blanket sharing. damian loves you in silence. reader loves damian out loud. heart eyes central. "you have bewitched me, body & soul" but make it dc. teenage domesticity. he showed up anyway. hand-holding agenda. fluffy one-shot. soft!damian wayne. emotional repression. romantic tension. mutual pining but in an established relationship. teenage yearning. lowercase style. slightly ooc damian ( but like, if he was in love & trying his best ). intense pride & prejudice appreciation. slow physical contact. kissing ( on the cheek!! yay!! ). fluff so soft it made vi's teeth rot. poor attempt in being poetic.

────── vi whispers . . . ᰔ

001. pretend that this is poetic 😞😞 idk how you guys can write dami so... so.. poetic. pls teach me

002. just finished rewatching pride & prejudice 😋

003. liz buxbaum, my baby💘💘

004. my hopeless romantic baby 💘 idk if it shows much that reader is liz buxbaum coded but she isss !!

005. buuuttt, she's just liz buxbaum inspired ! her love for romcoms ! so nothing from the books by lynn painter ( better than the movies & nothing like the movies ) are involved.

you have no idea what finally convinced him to say yes.

perhaps it was the six sticky notes you left in his sketchbook stating "you'll never get to fully understand me if you don't watch pride & prejudice".

perhaps it was the way you'd muttered mr. darcy would've watched it with me under your breath after patrol.

or perhaps it was the manner in which you ceased asking, as if a challenge. like i'll love you either way but i'm not going to let you win this one.

he despises losing.

he appears at your door at 7:03 pm with a bag that obviously doesn't belong to him.

"grayson assisted," he tells you before you even ask. ( you were sure that it wasn't only dick who helped. )

you grab it from him & take a look inside▰popcorn, snacks that you love, a annotated copy of the book( definitely from jason. & you're surprised he even lent it to him. ), & a throw blanket that's ridiculously soft. ( it was purple, definitely from steph. )

you bite down on a smile. he affects not to see it.

he's already pulling off his hoodie & pushing his way into your room like he's not nervous, but you know he is.

his shoulders are too straight. like he's in enemy land. like he has no idea what's on the other side of a jane austen movie.

"don't worry," you tell him softly, throwing him a pillow & drawing up the film. "there are no surprise assaults. just pining & tension that'll make you kick your own feet."

"delightful," he stated, wry. but he doesn't get up. he stays. next to you. his arm barely touching yours.

you cue it up.

the soft piano begins. the fog on the fields.

keira knightley walking, her eyes already a storm.

you're practically buzzing.

he doesn't talk. you knew that. he's silent, but he's watching, which means everything.

you pull the blanket over the both of you. it's an excuse, really.

your fingers touch his hand. he doesn't move. you lean just slightly against his side.

again, he doesn't move.

the initial appearance of darcy & you whisper, "there he is."

he looks up a brow, gaze still on screen.

"i thought you stated you didn't like him," he commented.

"i didn't," you respond rapidly. "not at first"

he hums. like that ever made sense. like perhaps that's the reason why you specifically wanted him to watch this.

because darcy is the kind of man that must learn unguardedness. & damian wayne is a master of being. well-known to that.

you say the lines before they're said.

sometimes he looks at you, as if he's memorizing the motion of your lips when you do.

you don't catch it. not really. you're too caught up in the here & now.

because this▰this was your dream. or at least, one of them.

movie nights & old romances & the boy you adoringly love making an effort, actually making an effort, just for you.

the moment arrives where lizzy's strolling across the field. the morning sunlight. the music building like an overworked heart.

darcy steps out of the fog, & your breath hitches despite knowing it a hundred times.

your head leans a fraction more into

damian's shoulder. he stiffens▰only for an instant. then he inches in closer, so quietly it hardly registers.

you don't speak. you don't need to.

when you say "you have bewitched me, body & soul" with darcy, you whisper it with him.

& you sense damian's gaze at you. you sense it like a tug at your chest.

you remain that way during the credits.

warm. still. pressed to his side with the screen crackling softly in your face.

you roll your head, chin against his shoulder.

"well?"

he doesn't respond immediately. damian never does.

he's thinking. always thinking.

then, softly: "visually pleasing. well-framed. &… elizabeth was engaging."

you smile, because that's damian code for i enjoyed it more than i thought.

"engaging?" you repeat.

"fierce," he replies, voice like a confession. "sassy. she reminds me of someone."

your gaze shoots up.

he doesn't look at them yet.

"someone who keeps insisting that i watch romance films," he continues, & this time he does look.

& you're already staring at him. with hearts in your eyes & you're not even trying to hide it.

he's gorgeous in the low light. sharp jaw, softer eyes. the kind of boy who has no idea he's a dream come true. & he's staring at you like he's been surprised. like he doesn't get how someone could stare at him like that.

"you're staring," he says softly. not like he cares.

"perhaps i enjoy what i see," you whisper.

& something in him twists. it's subtle. damian never disintegrates in obvious ways.

but his eyes relax. his shoulders drop. he regards you as if you're the most threatening thing in the room, & he can't help but want to continue moving closer.

your nose grazes his cheek as you move in. not for a kiss. not yet. just close. like thank you. like i love you. like you did this for me & i see you, even when you don't want to be seen.

your hand slips into his. his fingers curl around yours, so gentle it makes your chest ache.

you press a kiss to the side of his face, right near his jaw. & then you nest in tighter, arms wrapped around each other, your head buried in his neck like this is the safest place to be.

& it is. really, really is.

he doesn't move. he just remains there, as if perhaps▰if he doesn't breathe too hard▰you'll remain this close indefinitely.

like perhaps this is what he feared all along.

not the exposure. not the film.

but the sensation. the feeling.

you shut your eyes. & with the credits still rolling & your heartbeat gentle against his chest, damian wayne thinks,

bewitched, body & soul. indeed.

© MINORLYATFAULT 2025

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

max once again for 🪽

i am no longer intrigued i am enamoured, this is soo fun to me

hehehe this is an important 1K

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Chris is growing up. He’s more self-conscious than he’s ever been; that just comes with that age. If he’s too nervous to say something in front of his dad, that’s fine. Eddie can take a lap around the cemetery.

Of course, his lap isn’t alone. Buck appears beside him, he links his arm with Eddie’s. If anyone sees Eddie, it’ll just look like he’s awkwardly holding out his elbow. But it’s a quiet day. No one else is around. 

“You okay?” Buck asks him.

“Yeah,” Eddie says quietly. He tries to speak while moving his mouth as little as possible. “Just… Worry for him, you know?”

Buck nods. “I bet. But you’re doing a great job with a really tough circumstance.”

“Thank you,” Eddie whispers. It doesn’t escape him, how close that could have come to not being true, if Buck hadn’t intervened over that Shannon lookalike. 

“Hey, uh… I’m not here, right?” Buck asks.

Eddie frowns. He has no idea what he means.

“What?” Eddie asks.

“Like, in this cemetery,” Buck clarifies. “You said Bobby visits me, so I must be buried somewhere. But probably not this one, or you’d have shown me at some point.”

Eddie’s whole body goes cold. He stops walking. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. How could they have gotten this so wrong?

“Buck,” Eddie asks cautiously. “Do you think you’re… Do you think you’re dead?”

Buck steps away from Eddie.

“I am dead, Eddie,” Buck says. “You… You were there. I died.”

Holy fuck.

“No,” Eddie shakes his head. “No, you didn’t. Buck… You’re alive.”

Buck shakes his head. “No.”

“Yes,” Eddie argues. “You haven’t died. You’re not buried anywhere.”

“You said you were sorry about what happened,” Buck says. “You said Bobby visits me.”

“I am. He does,” Eddie says, feeling sick. “Buck, you’re… You’re brain dead.” 

“Brain dead?” Buck whispers. 

“Or… I don’t know exactly. It was weird. It was inconclusive because of some abnormalities, but… But brain death was…” Eddie huffs. “It was the most likely case. The doctors suggested they pull you from life support.”

“But I haven’t been?” Buck asks. “In five years?” 

Eddie shakes his head. “Your parents… There was a legal dispute about it between them and Maddie. They won.”

“I don’t want that,” Buck says. “I don’t want to be kept alive… Where… Where am I?”

“A facility in Pasadena,” Eddie says quietly. 

“Pasadena,” Buck repeats. “Oh my god. Oh my god, Eddie, I’m just… I’m just…”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie exhales. His hands are shaking. “I thought you knew.”

“Why would they do that to me, Eddie?” Buck begs. “Why? They don’t even love me.”

And Eddie swears he feels his heart crack. 

“Buck, I… I wish I had the answers.”

“I can’t… I…” Buck looks like he’d be hyperventilating if he needed to breathe. “I need to-”

But before he can finish the sentence, Buck disappears.

🪽

Eddie can’t find him.

Hours pass, and Buck never reappears. He’s not in the cemetery. He’s not at home. He’s nowhere. 

Eddie feels like he’s losing his mind. He feels frantic. Desperate. There’s nothing he can do. He doesn’t know where Buck goes when he’s not with Eddie. He doesn’t know how to summon him without putting himself in danger. And he doesn’t know if, by revealing the truth, he destroyed Buck somehow. What if Eddie ruined his connection with the only person who really knows him? With the only romantic partner who he’s really, purely loved, with no complications? 

What has Eddie done?

ix.

A day passes and Eddie doesn’t see Buck again. He feels utterly distraught. Unfocused. Glum. He misses him so bad it’s a physical ache. 

Work doesn’t help. Nothing helps. In fact, work just makes things worse. They have this new captain, who replaced Bobby in the wake of what was apparently a misguided resignation before his heart attack. He was struggling. In a dark place. He made the wrong call, and is trying to undo it. But for now, they’re dealing with Gerrard. A man who feels comically like a villain, except it’s far less comical when Hen and Chim explain his history of racist discrimination. 

So work doesn’t make anything better at all.

Eddie isn’t the only person who seems off. Chim is in a bad mood. Cranky, honestly. It takes a few hours into the shift before Eddie, Hen, and Ravi hear why. 

“Buck nearly died yesterday,” he tells them.

Eddie goes completely rigid. “Wh-what?”

“Yeah,” Chim sighs. “Maddie’s been beside herself. It’s like… This is always there, hanging over her.”

“I’m so sorry, Chim,” Hen frowns.

“What happened?” Eddie presses.

Everyone looks surprised at his intensity. 

“Uh, we don’t really know,” Chim says. “They’re bringing in some fancy neurologist from the UK to consult, apparently.”

“Wow,” Ravi says. “That serious?”

Chim nods. “Ever since his accident, he’s had these weird, random spikes of neurological activity. They’re unexplained and… And well, indicate some sort of complication with his brain death. It happened again yesterday morning, but unlike anything they’ve seen before.”

“Yesterday morning?” Eddie practically croaks. He sounds sickly. He feels worse.

“Yeah,” Chim nods.

So… So right when Eddie told him he wasn’t totally dead. Right when he disappeared. 

“His vitals went crazy, I guess,” Chim says. “I don’t understand it, but he flatlined. And because of the Buckleys…”

“They had to resuscitate him,” Hen sighs. 

“Yeah,” Chim says. “That could have been it, you know? For him and for Maddie. For Bobby.” 

[tawked]

@irequirealobotomy

I agree!

I mean, it absolutely depends on the version of these characters, but my thought process here was:

The 1984 Mirage runs (outside of the Guest Era) all explore this idea by asking, what kind of man raises his children as soldiers? What does that do to him? What does that do to his children? How can love win anyway?

It asks, what happens when the war is won (the first time Shredder "dies"), what happens when the war is lost (Shredder chasing the turtles out of NYC), and what happens when the children mature beyond their father's war (Return to New York).

The narrative does condemn Splinter and eventually so do the turtles. They each have their own arc of forgiveness and learn to relate to the war in their own ways, some of them wanting to move on with their lives and escape the conflict, others adopting their father's cause as their own. It's some of the best comic writing ever, imo.

But the core of it is, Eastman & Laird (& Lawson) all do condemn Splinter. They don't make excuses or soften his actions with retcons. They are absolutely committed to this core concept that Splinter did something very fucked up to his sons, and although he had understandable reasons to do so and we are invited to sympathize with him. We are led along avenues toward forgiving him through each turtle's personal journey but the narrative never decides to abandon the idea that each turtle has been hurt by this.

Meanwhile, the Batman comics around this time were a serious mess. A lot of the harm Bruce did to his boys is one moment very overstated (Marv Wolfman and Denny O'Neil) and the next kind of forgiven. A lot of the value of Grant Morrison's run, imo, is that it seriously rehabilitates the relationship between Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne by placing Dick in a sort of mixed-reversed Bruce role with Damian, all of Bruce's 80s and 90s edgy character traits bundled into a lil boy in a Robin costume.

I agree that the current take is that Bruce was raising traumatized children in such a way as to protect them from themselves, and I really wish every official DC writer understood that, but TMNT came out of a time when the main stable of Batman writers really didn't, and preferred this idea of Batman as a socially inept, emotionally repressed obsessive who emotionally abuses everybody around him.

Both dynamics are kinda scuffed imo by the fact that these characters have been rewritten and rewritten and rewritten such that the form they take in peoples' minds now don't resemble the forms they took when they both existed.

hello

[enigma020]

“… Now comes the difficult part.”

The ALL STRINGS ATTACHED Chapter.

[lunarharp]

fwee top 5 things i had fun with this year :-)

[moldy-flowers]

Sakura: It was this day 3 years ago he left...

Naruto: Dont worry, Sakura! I'm sure this time next year we'll have him right back at home.

(Meanwhile)

Sasuke: *Sneezes*

Kabuto: You know Sasuke, they say when you sneeze it means someone's talking about you.

Sasuke: *Repeated sneezing*

Sasuke: OBBsessIVe motherFUCKERS *Sneeze*

[dapperrokyuu]

Needing a Sua perspective from the ALNST auditions to Round 1. I never put much thought into what happens to the cast post-Anakt Garden graduation (do they immediately go to the auditions? Is there a period of time where they dont see each other until they recognize each other at the audition? Theres a considerable amount of time between the auditions and their Alien Stage season, did they see each other often between then or...? etc.), but regardless, imagine being her and having to choose between sabotaging your own audition so you dont have to go the the Sing, Win, or Die Show or putting your in your all in hopes of winning and spending just a bit more time with this girl you love because you know itll likely be the last time you see her. Imagine...

[liquidchocolatecake]

currently captive audience to a knock down drag out fight in my brain between desire to respect the wishes of the creator and not look for anyone redistributing the comic and god i fucking miss wonderlab i miss wonderlab so much you have no idea i want wonderlab back so bad

[fuk1ngb1tch]

First two pages of my Rainworld au Comic. I lost motivation, likely won't continue it, but I figured I should share it so yeah

I figured my effort shouldn't go to waste so yeah

Here's my hunter design for the comic if any one is curious

Here's where all my Rainworld art is

[warrior-of-storms]

My biggest issue in comics is that I love the idea of 80s and 90s storylines but I despise comic art from any time before 2000. I can't explain why, it just doesn't vibe with me, but augh I want to read the Dark Phoenix saga! I want to read Jaybin and early Timbin comics! I want to read Young Justice! Unfortunately I see the art and start screaming

[spacespore]

HI TUMBLRR it’s me

[julissart]

Here is past midnight and just before bed my brain decided to make a modern angst sanuso scenario and now I'm angry at Sanji (again)

[mildcicada]

[todayisafridaynight]

poppo oc that i made as a joke accidentally breaching containment. maybe.

[navree]

This is his dad in there, the first man he ever called Dad, at any rate, and even after everything, booze and jail and Bruce and death and then death again, there's never going to be a part of Jason that isn't gutted that he's dead. One night, a wraith in a red helmet slips onto the grounds of Blackgate Penitentiary to steal one specific thing.

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