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[haleswallows]

I've Been the Forest and the Fire (and the Witness Watching It) DC x DP Dead on Main (Jason Todd/Danny Fenton) Teen Soulmates AU

Teaser:

The asshole is in the manor.

Which. Of course, he is. Because he’s Jason’s soulmate and he decked the guy. It was entirely justified, but it’s still assault and that has to be sorted. Jason glared at Alfred with eyes shining from unshed tears when Tim finally managed to signal for the old butler. It took one look at the matching swollen knuckles and bruises before Alfred’s shoulders slumped.

And wasn’t that a sight. Jason can’t think of a single time Alfred has lost his stiff posture, let that stoic façade slide. There’s a grief in the way he focuses on Jason. But then he’s back to business – standing tall and ushering them all outside and to the car. Even the asshole.

Jason can't help but notice the asshole is taller than him. Built. It only makes him angrier.

Awkward. That’s the only word for the half-hour drive to the manor. An ugly frown twists Jason’s face the entire time. The asshole picks at the skin around his nails while Tim watches him with a blank expression and sharp eyes that speaks to a scheming Jason is sure will end in bodily harm.

Bruce’s sigh back at the manor still hasn’t managed to make him feel guilty. The opposite, really. Jason feels righteous even as he's sent away to his room and asked softly to rest with a hand brushing over his bruised jaw. The steel in Bruce's posture isn't a surprise, even though he's nothing but gentle to Jason. Because, whoever this asshole is? Bruce isn’t letting the guy get away without answering some questions.

Namely, what the fuck he’s been doing to turn their soulbond into a Geneva Convention violation.

So.

The asshole is in one of the more ‘public friendly’ drawing rooms. It’s still bugged to hell and back, that’s for certain. And Jason guesses he’ll negotiate himself down the steep stairs into the Cave at some point in the near future to watch the footage. Get some of those answers Bruce is sure to extract out of the asshole.

It feels like a big to-do over a fat lot of nothing. Even Dick is on his way back to Gotham for the night to help with patrols. More like Batman Babysitting Duty to keep Bruce from beating someone to death if he’s even half as angry as Jason feels. Alfred’s hovering somewhere. He’s always hovering somewhere. It’s an even toss-up on any given day if that’s going to piss Jason off, or make him feel soft and affectionate. If Alfred dares to pop into his room just now, Jason doesn’t honestly know which way he’ll go right now.

Tim hums low, pressing his back into Jason’s shins where he’s sitting in the giant plush armchair in his room. Comfy as if it’s his own room. Might as well be, with how much time Tim spends in here with him sometimes. The tablet in his hands is open on some sort of DMV page. Jason glances at it but goes back to his staring out the window. Mind blank, he turns a lighter over and over in his hands.

He’d quit smoking. That day all those years ago when he’d collapsed under a metric shit-ton of pain.

He’s still under that metric shit-ton of pain.

Jason doesn’t do self-pity. Jason does anger and resentment and grudge-holding like he’s got something to prove. Maybe he does. Maybe he has something to prove to himself that some asshole who didn’t even know he existed isn’t going to be the defining fact of his life. ‘Jason, Benched Robin, Shitty Soulmate’ isn’t what he signed up for.

It isn't going to be his epitaph.

He’s tired of being in pain. He’s tired of being beholden to some asshole.

Jason sighs. Tim tilts his head, bird-like and curious. A wordless prompt if Jason wants to talk about it. Or just an acknowledgment of how bullshit this all is. He shifts when Jason taps his shoulder and watches closely as he stands. But says nothing, not even when Jason does grab his cane this time.

Learning to use a cane had been a curious thing. Jason didn’t even know there was a proper way to use one. What was more fun was the cane-centric self defense training. Apparently, being visibly disabled makes him more of a target of battery assault. Not that Jason was ever by himself in public to use it.

But Bruce likes his contingencies.

Everything is so far in the manor. Luckily, Jason finds them in the second drawing room he checks. It’s the opulent one and he nearly snorts. Of course, Bruce picked this one. An overt and unsubtle flex of the absurd wealth behind the Wayne name. The asshole wears ratty sneakers and jeans worn thin at the knees – it's definitely an obvious tactic to use on someone far from the upper crust.

There’s a low murmur of the asshole’s voice behind the door. It cuts off when Jason presses it open.

In a flash, Bruce is up and across the room. Hovering, hands not quite touching. Afraid to grip and cause pain. Jason leans into his dad for a moment.

“Chum, what’re you doing? You should be —."

“Go away,” he says. To which, the asshole flinches and looks like he’s scoping out the nearest escape route. Jason rolls his eyes. “Fuck off, old man. I want to talk to the asshole.”

(Find the rest on ao3)

[novelconcepts]

I Saw the TV Glow is such a uniquely, devastatingly queer story. Two queer kids trapped in suburbia. Both of them sensing something isn’t quite right with their lives. Both of them knowing that wrongness could kill them. One of them getting out, trying on new names, new places, new ways of being. Trying to claw her way to fully understanding herself, trying to grasp the true reality of her existence. Succeeding. Going back to help the other, to try so desperately to rescue an old friend, to show the path forward. Being called crazy. Because, to someone who hasn’t gotten out, even trying seems crazy. Feels crazy. Looks, on the surface, like dying.

And to have that other queer kid be so terrified of the internal revolution that is accepting himself that he inadvertently stays buried. Stays in a situation that will suffocate him. Choke the life out of him. Choke the joy out of him. Have him so terrified of possibly being crazy that he, instead, lives with a repression so extreme, it quite literally is killing him. And still, still, he apologizes for it. Apologizes over and over and over, to people who don’t see him. Who never have. Who never will. Because it’s better than being crazy. Because it’s safer than digging his way out. Killing the image everyone sees to rise again as something free and true and authentic. My god. My god, this movie. It shattered me.

[sevinite]

a modern witch and their familiar

[dcxdpdabbles]

Tim: You're the Ghost King?

Danny: Yeah

Tim: But you can't afford one cup of coffee?

Danny: Nah, too expensive.

Tim: I thought you said you had the biggest vault in all of the afterlife

Danny pulling out glowing rocks: This is the ghost zone currency. There is no bank that is willing to exchange it.

Tim: .....Is that why I met you sleeping under a bridge?

Danny: No, Tim, I just like to spend my afternoons waiting for passing humans to challenge to riddles so they can use the bridge. I keep a mattress there for nap time if it's a slow human day.

Tim: I can't tell if that was sarcasm

Danny: It's wasn't. I honestly enjoy challenging people to riddles. But people burst into tears whenever I pop up

Tim: Maybe don't shout riddles at people in a city like Gotham. The Riddler kinda traumatized them.

Danny: What else am I supposed to do? I'm already starving, I'm homeless, I have no education, and I'm a burden to society.

Tim: How about I take you home with me? My parents are never at the manor since thier always traveling. We could make a Batman and Robin fanclub!

Danny: Can't. Royal Rules says I can't live with non-blood relatives unless we engage. I may be the Ghost King in just name but it's a tricky situation.

Tim: Drat. I'm too young to get engaged...say you could marry Robin! I happen to know he has plenty of space at his dad's house, and I could be your matchmaker so you could hang out with me until the engagement details are finalized!

Danny: hmmmmm, Robin is the same age as me, and I am tired of people trying to pepper spray me....okay, you got a deal!

[tangledinink]

Will Swannie miss his wings? He’s been like that for about a year now, he probably gotten use to the wings and the pain in his calves/legs…would Donnie get like….phantom pain or something because of the missing wings? Would he in some way try to get them back or have a reminder of them? Will Donnie even try or want to dance again?

donnie doesn't usually dance on pointe anymore-- it was a rare occasion pre-curse, and now post, the physical demand is typically too much for him to handle. but when your little brother knows levitation magic, anything is possible for a special occasion.

generally speaking, though?

there's no way he's ever gonna want to stop dancing.

[ swanatello ] [ prev ] [ fin! ]

and... that's it! that's the end!

... well, the end of the main storyline, anyway! the end of the story for swannie that i wanted to tell. the au will still be around! <3 swanatello has pretty much always been built on the asks i've received about it, and i still have more tucked away in my hoard that i intend to get to at some point or another as little bonus side stories, and my askbox is always open as well...! and on that note--

thank y'all so, so much for your support on this magickal girl journey. i NEVER expected to get the amount of love or attention that i did for my silly little donniesona that was based on a pun, but i had so much fun with this comic and am so grateful to y'all <3 like i said, this entire au was really powered by the amount of asks i received about him and his story, and it was really such a fantastic experience for me all around. not including any non-canon crossover content, this comic is approximately 965 pages long! definitely wasn't my plan when i doodled him for the first time as a goof, haha.

thanks, gang. <3 i hope you enjoyed the ride, too.

[benevolenterrancy]

("Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this." -- paraphrased from The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket)

[pussysidon]

Living with a disability, especially a progressive or dynamic one is so fucking stressful. I don't know whether I'll be able to do things I can do now in a couple of years or even a couple of months. Maybe today I'm up and dancing but tomorrow I can barely leave my bed. I'm already grieving the things I know I won't be able to do in the future and it's so, so so so hard. The worst part is that there's nothing you can do but try to enjoy life right now and hope you can keep doing what you love

[turbo-tsundere]

*superglues them together*

Aka, eeeeh fok it. Here's some ougoku stuff I've been sitting on. Happy THOSE GUYS day.

[amanfromnewjersey]

I am going insane about these stoats

(my insta is @trisideseye and that's where I mostly post art. I'm purely posting here bc @quiddie is active on here and I need aabria to know, personally ,how fucked up I am about these stoats)

[ryllen]

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[steampoweredwerehog]

The blorbocity of it all

[haleswallows]

My Body's Missing Pieces (Can't Put It All Together) DC x DP Dead on Main (Jason Todd/Danny Fenton) Teen Soulmates AU

Jason only cared about his soulmate in so far that he hoped they weren’t an asshole. He’d had enough of those in his life.

It didn’t matter how many times he read and reread and re-reread every Regency or Victorian romance novel he could get his hands on. A pragmatic romantic is what Jason would call himself. Sure, whatever. Soulmates were supposed to be a true match, some sort of companion for life - romantic, platonic, familial or otherwise.

All Jason bothered to hope for was someone. He didn’t spend a lot of time fantasizing about it. He didn’t bother considering what type of soulmate or what type of bond they’d have. He wasn’t old enough for a Mark, he hadn’t been born with Words. No amount of writing on his hands or arms or legs resulted in a message back. There wasn’t a red string on his finger, and the world was in perfect color. Not even shared dreams, glimpses into someone else's life.

So.

So it sucked. A bit.

Everyone he knew, even Dick. even Bruce had some sort of sign of a soulmate. And no matter how many doctors told him it was normal, or when Bruce gripped his shoulder in consolation, or reminded him he had a different type of bond…

Jason couldn’t bother himself to get worked up over something, over someone that just wasn’t there.

So.

He’s fifteen. The smudged name on his birth certificate calls to him with an ache in his heart. Because who knows? Jason doesn’t, but he intends to find out. He’s benched. He’s angry and hurt. Overhearing Bruce and Alfred have a nice little chitchat about the violent street-rat future-murderer in their home?

Jason doesn’t know who his mother is. But there’s a list of names in Willis Todd’s contact book.

It all goes to shit.

[renatapatata]

as soon as i added a very vague letterbox review for this film some guy from work texted me and it took me .5 seconds to realize he had no idea what the plot was actually about… certified ‘bruh’ moment lads

[super-nova5045]

overall the fnaf movie was a 10/10 experience! josh hutcherson should be in more movies where he can whimper

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS x ISAT part 1: In Stars and Necromancy.

(Part 2)

[glitterstarly]

I CAN FINALLY SHARE THIS LETSGOOOO🎉🎉

This are my contribution pieces for the QSMP EGGS ZINE!!✨ I was so happy when I got assigned to work on Hope, my little doomed-by-the-narrative sunshine, along with so many other talented people!! It was a great pleasure @qsmpzine :'3 💜💜💜

Also, because I was already working on this piece when the official lore of Hope dropped I had to make little modifications in my second piece, have fun finding the little details ;)