#tagging it just in case idk if people want to see this LOL

[earthtooz]

no offense but are u guys like 7th grade, what kind of math is that 💀 i thought u were in college

no offence, but have u ever heard of different ages/school years 😭 art and i are college students, we were helping six who is younger than both of us… we’re not letting however long we spent suffering in high school and advanced classes to just let simultaneous equations leave us behind like that and not help out a friend (there was more to the question btw, the simultaneous equation set that i posted was just part of the answer. but more importantly, it was just a fun piece of evidence to prove that art, six, and i all did indeed sit in vc and begrudgingly, yet willingly, help solve some maths question. no harm no foul).

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Hi? Gosh how do I even start with this :'D

I know it's been ages since I've last popped up on here. I've been debating when to post this for a while, but I kept adding to my draft more and more and now it's the end of JULY omgg I felt so guilty disappearing with zero updates but then thought my birthday would be the best day to finally address this considering it'll feel less random? idk but Ive always celebrated my bday with you guys and I'd feel so bad answering your kind asks without me at least explaining why I was gone for months.

Truth be told, I was dealing with a lot of stuff irl. health issues and sudden declining grades that left me stumped and drained for months now- along with technical issues like having to replace some parts of my computer that took a while for me to find to even draw digitally, which I didn't have the time for anyway with how tired and weary I felt every day.

I'm frankly shaken up by a lot of shit rn and I don't know how to be active online with this burden on my chest- Especially as it's been a while since I've even looked at utmv related content and my motivation dwindled. I swear I'd hype myself up to post or reblog something- but I'd see just how much I've missed or the overwhelming amount of posts I'd need to go through and I'd feel so swamped with exhaustion and most importantly guilt, for not clearing the air up sooner to reassure you guys that I'm, y'know, alive, and not dead in a ditch somewhere. And I'd procrastinate cause typing it all out is hard and I'd give up halfway every time and it's just not fair to you all!

I thought I was handling it well when I started going out and socializing more, instead of staying cooped up at home on my computer all day. and in the first draft of this post I made months ago I was gonna detail some of the fun plans I had, for my life and for this blog :D but relaxing my strict study schedule and letting go a bit of my tight routine, thinking it was better than wringing myself dry to keep it up, backfired horribly, to say the least.

I know right?? so silly to be hung up on stupid shit like studies of all things! but this is a very important thing for me considering my career plans and the competitivity encouraged by everyone I'm surrounded by, the pressure of keeping up adding to my already stressful days. I had to fix myself up first and I couldn't handle the strain nor interact with people and thinking of jobs and exams sapped my energy so much it's frankly embarrassing. writing this feels so cheesy too and it frustrates me to know I could've come back a month earlier if it weren't for that, but I also know putting all of this into words then would just sound like incoherent venting (not that this is very different tbf) and I wasn't in the right headspace to address my absence, or anything really- I didn't want everyone to see me return when I couldn't muster up a genuinely positive message, let alone talk to anyone with a shadow of my usual cheer

I feel like a complete mess and It drives me up the wall how depressed I've gotten. I debated deleting this blog so many times 'cause the fear of disappointing my audience and my friends, for lack of a more fitting sentiment, made me feel even shittier. I'm constantly thinking if this wall of text is worth posting, or if it's better not to burden you all with all my sappy troubles as if it's the end of the world. Trust me, I'll be fine. I'm not trying to dramatize this situation, but I don't think I'm up to pretending I'm all sunshine and enthusiasm you're all accustomed to.

So sorry for worrying you all! I'll try to catch up, deliver some missed birthday gifts, and answer some asks while I'm at it! Again, I can't state how much I appreciate your support throughout the years. It's frankly a miracle I kept any of you around with how much I keep popping and leaving at random with no warning. I definitely can't promise for my stay to be without a hitch, and if you don't mind an inconsistent schedule you're free to stay of course, but I'm afraid I can't sustain the pace I had when I first started this blog. I'll keep posting art, but lower my activity in the fandom sphere to reduce the strain on my mental health. so fewer rants and walls of text, more art, and less stress overall. Love you all and thanks for waiting for this long <3

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

making a sorta wip/unfinished compilation video thing for all the vsynth projects ive sorta lost interest in/abandoned sounds like it'd be fun to do and help me clear up some space on this got damn computer but im always like uouguhhh but what if it fucking sucks :( when it comes to like actual cover stuff 😔✌️ like mannn

[starguider]

I was about to rush through more of the main chapters of Exedra today and then they hit me with Magia Record chapters so i'd probably be a lot further level wise but... Arc 1 hehehe uwu i miss it. So i read it.

I noticed some slimming down which i guess makes sense. since Exedra wants to jump around and show off many stories from the franchise but idk. The game had so so much story and character building. Also no voices? :( sad. Hope they get added in eventually

[softgothbabe]

Fave memory of my grandma:

Christmas. I'm 14 years old. My family is sitting at the dining room table after dinner. My grandma is a liiiittle drunk. Sitting beside me, she leans in to say, conspiratorially, "So, my dear. You're old enough now. Are you hot to trot?"

An hour later, my family is exchanging gifts. I unwrap the one from my grandma. It's a massive pack of jumbo menstrual pads. Like. Diaper-sized 😭

I fucking miss her.

[wonwoonlight]

when mingyu is much too extroverted for you but it's okay because he's your battery anyway

A/n: mingyu brain rot. happy mingyu day (still)

Tags: me projecting kinda fluff, one (1) kiss. Theyre just so in love😔 lowkey inspired by the mingyu, hoshi pinggyego episode bc i was just rewatching it yestday. Idk the wc bc i write it on a whim directly on tumblr lol.

Sometimes you look at Mingyu's schedule and get tired in his stead.

He'd have a shooting in the morning (which means salon appointment before that), work out after lunch, attend his english class before dinner, meet his friend for dinner, dance practice with the members, then go home and have it in him to happily make some juice himself.

You often look at him like he has two heads, wondering where does he get all his energy from. You've asked, but he has simply grinned at you like it answers anything.

It's really a wonder how you end up being with him, and you mean it in so many ways. But in this case, it still fascinates you that you, whose social battery starts at minus twenty when you wake up in the morning, would be with Mingyu, whose sociak battery's always recharged to 300% the moment he opens his eyes.

You have your moments too, of course. There are days when you feel like going out and meeting friends even though you know you'll get too tired the next day; when you strike up conversations first with some people at work; and when you become the center of the noisiness in your small group of friends.

But those are particular moments with particular reasons.

You're only noisy with the people you’re comfortable with. You strike up conversations first because it's more awkward if you don't. You force yourself to meet with your friends because you're a little lonely despite your comfort in being alone, and you miss them despite the way they drain your social battery.

Mingyu, though?

Mingyu rarely has his other moments. His idea of healing is to go out with his friends even though his body is begging for him to take the day slow and sleep for 24 hours.

He used to think it's okay because he slept well, anyway. Two hours between schedules. One hour on the way home. And then perhaps three or four hours during the night if he's lucky.

But it doesn't work that way and he's learned it the hard way when he fell sick due to exhaustion.

It's only after he meets you that he's learned to slow down.

"Let's go out tomorrow! You have the day off, right?" He had asked one day, a thousand places going through his mind as he pondered where to take you.

"I just kinda... wanna stay at home?" You answered him sheepishly. "Can we do that?"

"But you have the day off? Don't you want to do something on such a rare day?"

"I do." You smiled at him, his resolve melting by the seconds. "I want to be with you at home."

Of course Mingyu knows some people just live like that. He had lived with twelve other people before; he was housemate with Jeon Wonwoo, The Hermit. He understands. But, still, sometimes he wonders if you're really okay spending your time off by... being home instead of doing something special.

He should've been able to start slowing down when he lived with Wonwoo. But he was busy with his schedules and he didn't think much about Wonwoo's habit of staying home.

With you, though. He always, always, wants to go somewhere with you. When he discovers a new place, when he sees something on Instagram, when he hears anyone recommending something, you're his first thought. He always asks you first if you want to go, and only then decide to go with someone else if you don't feel like going.

You indulge him, of course, would force yourself to go out if it means getting to see Mingyu's excited smile at going out and trying something new.

But sometimes you just don't have it with you to go out even with Mingyu by your side.

Mingyu, of course, appreciates your honesty. He never fails to remind you that it's okay and that he understands.

In the same sense, on the day when Mingyu is a little too hyper and he just has to do something outside, you'll pull through despite your social battery already blipping from its low status.

It's Seungcheol's place you find yourself in this time. Some of the members randomly get together as they suddenly feel like drinking and their hyung's place is always their haven. Jeonghan's sister and Minghao's best friend are also present, making you relieved because you're not the only non Seventeen member in the room.

You would join the conversation from time to time until you don't. It's your telltale: head falling into his shoulder, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt, and your lips shut because you just can't really talk at that point.

"Wanna go home?" Mingyu whispers when he notices, which is immediately after you start leaning on him. "We can go home. I don't mind."

You look at the room, heart warm at the thought of these people having been there for Mingyu since day one. That you're glad they've accepted you as a part of Mingyu. That, even if you're tired from the day, and you no longer feel like talking, you don't mind being here a little longer.

You look at Mingyu, can tell that he still wants to be here but he really doesn't mind if you'd rather go back and rest.

You choose to drop a shy kiss on the corner of his lips instead, holding back a laugh at his stunned face.

"It's okay." You return to your original position, head on his shoulder, your arms holding his as your anchor. "We can stay."

[cece693]

I really loved the silent but angry reader with hannigram!! would it be possible to request a part 2? Maybe something where the reader finally snaps and like- beats someone up or something? idk lol Thank you for your time and your writing!

On The Tip of Your Tongue Pt. 2

pairing: hannigram x male reader tags: reader doesn't care about what's said about him but when it comes to his lovers, phew, just phew, guard dog, altercation, hannigram finding it unnecessary but sweet, you showing people they're wrong

A week after that peaceful evening at Hannibal's home, you found yourself back in the maze of FBI corridors—late at night, subdued fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. It should have been a routine debrief, but Agent Lange had a knack for turning even mundane situations into confrontations. His favorite pastime: picking at your silence.

By now, you’d grown skilled at blocking his barbed comments about you—he never seemed worth the trouble. But the moment he made Hannibal or Will the targets, every fiber in your body tensed like a coiled spring, ready to snap.

The trouble started in the break room, of all places. You were rinsing out a coffee mug while Will stood nearby, silently reading through case files. Hannibal was down the hall, finishing an impromptu consultation. Agent Lange sidled in, a smug half-smile plastered on his face. He began with a low mutter, obviously wanting you to overhear. “Doesn’t say much, does he?” Lange said to no one in particular, though his eyes never left you. “Probably thinks he’s too good for the rest of us.”

Will glanced up, brow furrowing. “Cut it out, Lange,” he warned, voice quiet but firm.

Lange scoffed. “Oh, look, Graham is here to defend his little buddy.” He rolled his eyes in mock exasperation, then smirked. “What, you guys have some kind of arrangement with that doctor of yours? Must be real cozy, you three. Freak show if you ask me—Doctor Lecter with his fancy dinners and you, Graham, with your messed-up head. Not sure what he—” Lange shot you an assessing look “—sees in a pair of psychos.”

Your grip on the mug tightened until your knuckles turned white. You could handle insults directed at you alone. But calling Hannibal a freak—calling Will messed up—that was a line no one should ever cross.

Will started to step forward, frustration rippling in the set of his jaw. “I’m warning you, Lange—”

But Lange just kept on. “Warner from Accounting told me the three of you even share a place sometimes,” he sneered, letting out a low, mocking laugh. “That’s a real nice arrangement. Guess all the weirdos have to stick together, huh?”

In that moment, your heart pounded so loudly in your ears that you barely registered Will reaching for your arm or Hannibal appearing in the doorway. All you knew was that Lange had just gone after the two people you loved most, spat insults that made your blood boil. Before Will could hold you back, you lunged at Lange, slamming him against the countertop before grabbing him by the collar.

“Don't you ever talk about them like that,” you growled, voice trembling with fury.

Lange’s hand shot up to shove you away. Big mistake. You seized his wrist, twisting just enough to yank him off balance. Then your fist crashed into his jaw, the impact ringing through your arm. Lange staggered, barely staying on his feet. There was a collective gasp from the few agents who’d been unlucky enough to witness the altercation. Hannibal’s calm, cool voice cut through the air—firm, yet oddly soothing. “(Y/N). Enough.”

But Lange, spitting blood from a split lip, couldn’t let it go. “They’re both messed up in the head,” he snarled, glaring at you. “They deserve—” You lost all sense of caution. With a furious snarl, you shoved Lange so hard he stumbled into the table, sending files and coffee cups flying. He tried swinging at you, but you easily dodged, landing a swift, punishing blow to his ribs.

Will’s arms locked around your torso, hauling you backward. “(Y/N), stop!” he ordered, breath tight.

Still seething, you struggled for a second, your gaze locked on Lange’s crumpled form. Hannibal stepped in front of Lange, effectively blocking him from view, placing himself between you both. For a heartbeat, you saw a flash of something like approval in Hannibal’s eyes—gone in an instant, replaced by measured concern.

A tense hush fell over the break room. Lange groaned, pressing a hand to his side, shooting you a hateful glare. Will released you slowly, scanning your face for any sign of lingering rage. “Hey,” he whispered, “breathe.”

You inhaled shakily, your fury still smoldering beneath the surface. “He insulted you,” you spat, voice hoarse. You glared over Will’s shoulder toward Lange. “Both of you. He had no right.”

Hannibal stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder. You could feel the gentle pressure, calming like a steady pulse. “That’s quite enough for tonight,” he said in that refined, even tone. Then, turning a cold gaze on Lange, he added softly, “You would do well to keep further opinions to yourself.”

Lange, nursing his bruised jaw, spat out an obscenity but didn’t press his luck. One look at Will, still standing protectively in front of you, made him think twice. He shoved a chair aside and stumbled out of the room, muttering threats about filing a report.

The ride back to Hannibal’s home was drowned in thick, static tension. You sat in the back seat, staring out the window with your jaw tight, chest still heaving from residual anger. Will occupied the passenger seat, arms folded, gaze flicking every so often to the rearview mirror where Hannibal’s impassive face reflected back. No one spoke a word. The hum of the engine and the occasional hiss of tires on wet pavement were the only sounds.

By the time the car pulled up to the stately brick home, the air felt electric. Hannibal parked with his usual precision, and you exited wordlessly, your lovers flanking you on either side. You stepped into the foyer, your breath still shallow from the surge of adrenaline. Hannibal immediately ushered you toward the kitchen with gentle but insistent pressure on your lower back.

“Sit,” he instructed, voice low and calm in that familiar, cultured way. “Let me see your hands.”

Will leaned against the marble island, arms crossed, watching as Hannibal carefully took hold of your bruised knuckles. You winced when he turned on the faucet, letting cool water run across torn skin. For a moment, Hannibal focused solely on rinsing away dried blood. Once satisfied, he turned off the tap and reached for antiseptic and gauze. His eyebrows knit in that slight, discerning frown he wore when studying a patient—or a lover, in need of care.

“You truly did a number on him,” Will commented quietly, pushing off the counter. He walked over, eyes flicking between your injured hands and your tense expression. “Not that he didn’t deserve it.”

You let out a slow, shaky breath, finally speaking for the first time since leaving the FBI. “He insulted you,” you said, voice hoarse with lingering fury. “I could’ve handled the things he said about me. But about you two? I couldn’t just stand there.”

Will’s lips quirked into a half-smile. “We’re not exactly fragile, you know. We didn’t need you to defend us.”

Hannibal cast Will a knowing glance but addressed you. “However, that does not mean we didn’t appreciate it,” he said, carefully affixing the final piece of gauze. His eyes flicked up to yours, a subtle heat behind them. “Or find it intriguing.”

“Hot, actually,” Will added, stepping closer. The corners of his mouth lifted in a hint of a grin that bordered on playful. “Watching you lose your temper like that…seeing you go from silent to lethal in a heartbeat. I can’t pretend it wasn’t a little—” he cleared his throat, “arousing.”

You felt your face flush at Will’s admission. His candor took some of the edge off your anger, replacing it with a wave of self-conscious heat. Hannibal’s expression betrayed no surprise—if anything, a knowing gleam lit his dark eyes. He folded your freshly bandaged hand into both of his, pressing a light kiss to your wrist.

“That flash of violence,” he said quietly, “while I don’t endorse needless brutality, I do find it befitting of you. That anger in your eyes, the way you allowed for it to consume you was beautiful."

You swallowed hard, letting your gaze flick from Hannibal to Will. “But I— I nearly lost control.”

Will’s voice dropped lower, tinged with empathy and something else. “He had it coming. Besides, we would've stopped you before it really became a problem."

Despite the swirling emotions—anger, relief, lingering adrenaline—warmth spread through your chest. You exhaled the breath you’d been holding. The raw edges of your temper began to soften, replaced by a comforting sense of belonging. “Next time,” you said, voice low, “I’ll try to give you a little warning before I snap.”

Will’s mouth quirked in amusement. “Sure,” he teased. “Even if it’s just a look—anything to let us know you’re about to unleash hell, so we can pull up a chair and enjoy.”

A gentle chuckle rumbled in Hannibal’s chest. He raised your bandaged hand to his lips again, pressing a second kiss to the gauze, an oddly chivalrous gesture. “If there is a next time,” he said, his dark eyes glinting with sincerity, “we’ll be right at your side. Not because we need the defense but because we relish your fervor.”

That final declaration, spoken in Hannibal’s cultured tone, cradled in Will’s soft laugh, was enough to steal the last vestiges of your anger. You let yourself sink into the moment—the quiet acceptance, the shared heat, and the unwavering knowledge that, here, you were safe to be exactly as you were.

[genericpuff]

besides the fact that i've already had access to the communities feature in forever (so now that they're officially "announcing" it i'm just here like 'oh i thought that was always a thing' lol) i think the whole "appeal" of communities that tumblr is trying to sell is really funny

"you can make a community for anything, like gravity falls or supernatural or your fanfiction project or your D&D campaign!"

and it's like hmmmmmbutwe'veliterallyalwayshadtheabilitytodothat, it's called the literal tagging system that the site has freaking built on ?? 💀😆 but now even worse because apparently OP's aren't notified when their posts get shared to communities so they don't get to see the engagement or reactions or whatnot to their posts, which sucks because reblogging stuff is literally the best way to engage with stuff you like (i love seeing the tags in reblogs of my art, esp when it's like that one person doing a marathon of my gallery and reblogging each piece and leaving little comments and compliments, you're the real MVP) and communities will constrain visibility for both the OP's own content as well as the people in their own tag circle

but it could also create that nasty echo chamber effect where discussions are "privatized" to only include people in those groups and exclude anyone who doesn't conform to the "inside rules", so you don't get other opinions from other people coming across the discussion like they would with tags ???

like this is just discord, but no one was asking for discord, because if we wanted to use discord, we would (and are)

i guess it's not as invasive and garbage as Live was (yet) but idk i feel like this is another classic case of "staff members forgetting what site they work for" 💀

[moodriingz]

Met you at the right time | A. Fantilli

Summary | Adam attends reader's concert and fans notice

Pairing | Adam Fantilli x reader

Warning | Gracie Abrams faceclaim!

Author's Note | I cannot thank you all enough for the love on "Into Your Room!" I hope you all had an amazing holiday! I'm currently spending time with family so idk when I'll be able to post next! I also liked the smau format. Please send requests! Enjoy!

Masterlist

y/nupdates

liked by adamfantilli, user1, user 2 and others

y/nupdates y/n looked so happy at her show last night in Columbus! she wouldn't look away from the vip area!

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user1 i was there! she was so smiley during Feels Like!

user2 some people on twitter were saying that some of the hockey team was there last night. was there any confirmation?

↳ user1 oh my gosh yes! i thought i saw Adam Fantilli there and maybe some others too

↳ user2 WAIT ADAM JUST LIKED THIS POST?!

yourusername

liked by adamfantilli, yourbestfriend, luca.fantilli and others

yourusername cbus you give me butterflies 🦋🩵

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user3 was it because of us or a certain someone in the crowd?

↳ user1 i was looking for these kinds of comments lol

luca.fantilli in case my brother doesn't say it, you're welcome

↳ user2 what does this meannnnnnnn

yourbff I love being your groupie!!

↳ yourusername you're more than that! you're my stagehand!

↳ yourbff yeah ok.

adamfantilli you're always welcome back

kentjohnson.13 my man is blushingggg

↳ user4 this is about adam right?

user4 oh my gosh i want her and adam to get together so baddd

adamfantilli

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adamfantilli always tying her shoes

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g.brindley4 did i miss a chapter?

↳ adamfantilli yeah sorry bud

user5 instinct tells me that those are y/n's shoes in the second slide

↳ user6 or maybe you're crazy

yourusername she's very lucky!

↳ adamfantilli she needs to invest in velcro shoes

↳ user1 OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING

yourusername

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yourusername days off

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user1 what movie did you see?

↳ yourusername the new hunger games movie! so good!

kentjohnson.13 keep him in line!

adamfantilli i would hate to be on the receiving end of that glare

↳yourusername 🙄

y/nupdates

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y/nupdates y/n and adam at a party recently!

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user1 i'm super happy for her but the second picture looks personal

↳ user 3 yeah I was going to say we should respect their privacy

user6 so cute but you should take these down

yourusername

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yourusername hard launch? hard launch. 🦋👑🩵

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yourbestfriend i thought you got that crown for me?

↳ yourusername i'm sorry adam asked to try it on. you're still my queen i promise

↳ adamfantilli i feel like i'm intruding on something

adamfantilli met you at the right time

↳ user1 stop not him quoting her songssss

↳ yourusername you're so cute

kentjohnson.13 blegh (you guys are very cute)

↳ adamfantilli aw that wasn't too hard was it?

adamfantilli

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adamfantilli nhl awards

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yourusername so proud of you! 🦋🩵

↳ adamfantilli loved having you by my side 🩵

bluejacketsnhl our #1 rookie!

user6 stop they're so cute I can't take it

g.brindley4 dripped out

yourusername

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yourusername rookie of the year 🩵

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adamfantilli you mean more than a trophy

↳ yourusername oh you sap

↳ kentjohnson.13 SAP

↳ g.brindley4 SAP

↳ luca.fantilli SAP

user1 i can't get over that i was at the same concert as adam and now they're dating

nhl congrats mr. y/n y/l/n 🦋🩵

↳ adamfantilli ouch

↳ yourusername don't take it personally babe

[allastoredeer]

Hi! Just wanted to let you know that Ruination of Lucifer is Top!Alastor and Bottom!Lucifer. I've no idea why the anon recommended you this fic knowing that you dislike that dynamic. It was an unpleasant experience reading it because I really thought your anons only recommend bottom! Alastor stuff. I don't want the same to happen to you so I thought I'd let you know.

They usually do send me bottom!Alastor fics, so that one was a bit out of left field. I remember seeing the top!Alastor and bottom!Lucifer tag for the fic a while ago when I was scrolling through AO3, but when I checked again, it wasn't there, so IDK, I thought maybe I imagined it LOL

After I got that rec, a few anons let me know that the fic is top!Al and bottom!Luci, but the asks were worded in a way that it felt like they were insulting the author and/or the readers who enjoy it, and I'm not about that life, so I didn't answer them.

I understand peoples frustrations with the dynamic, but I don't like singling out creators and bad-mouthing their stuff.

Thank you for taking the time to give me a heads-up tho <3 Here are some bottom!Alastor fics, in case you're still looking for something:

Boredom Ruins Everything by Binturong Rose (a radiostatic smut series)

The Contact by Turkaholic (RadioStatic)

In Your Dreams, Old Pal by impale-me-radio-daddy (StaticRadio - this one is mostly bottom!Al, but it does have top!Al near the end - I liked how it was written, so it didn't really bother me).

Software Update by StripestheBoar (RadioStatic)

My King Come Undone by MothballMilkshake (RadioApple)

Bayou in the Mountains by lelepandewritium (RadioApple)

Desire, Fantasy-I by unproblematicfave (RadioHusk)

Hounded by Syntaxeme (Alastor/Hellhounds)

Decadent Agony by Echowraith (RadioHusk)

With a Coffee and a Caress by winterveritas (RadioApple)

Together in my Pocket by keelywolfe (Radioapple)

A Poison for Lust by MatcHoMetriC (Alestial)

Time to Dance by voland_xx

Lucifer and his Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Relatonship by keelywolfe

Unhealthy Attachments by keelywolfe (Radioapple)

[tojivu]

# OFFICE HOURS ‣ GOJO SATORU

✰ — author’s note i feel so guilty bc gojo is literally the only character i write for LOL anyway this is an old draft from months ago. idk why this is so long im so horrendously down bad for this fucking snowman.

✰ — cw / tags arrogant ceo!gojo x secretary f!reader, sfw, not rly enemies to lovers bc gojo has fat feelings, gojo satoru being a billionaire playboy

✰ — playing death & taxes by daniel caesar.

✰ — word count ~3k LOL

nothing about gojo satoru really strikes you as the serious type.

even in a professional environment, your boss always has a carefree demeanour. his laugh is so nauseatingly loud that you can hear it from outside the office, and you wonder how someone as busy as him manages through his day; much less with a positive attitude. you take one look at his schedule, and you want to vomit with the way you hardly see any gaps between appointments.

you suppose you could learn that from him. it's his only good quality.

you admit that he's likeable, on surface level. there's a reason why you detest him, though: as his closest colleague, you know him way more than you would prefer. most people would think such a well to do man like satoru would have a wife by his side, but that's unfortunately not the case. you almost feel more miserable than him—because now you're forced to be the listening ear and comforting hand at his beck and call.

you think he'd be just fine if he was just a little more humble. he has a nice face. it's his fault for being so stuck up. you know how many women ask him out—painfully aware, actually.

'they just aren't suited to my taste,' he would say to you. 'i need someone that makes me feel alive.'

one time, gojo even asked you to bail him out of a date—something about the way she held her fork and knife disturbed him, and you were expected to show up at the restaurant and act as if there was an emergency.

'i'm so sorry, sweetheart. i have to go, duty calls.' his disgustingly charming tone made you want to slap him then and there.

she called him again the following week, and he completely forgot who she was. he didn't even save her number.

the sheer number of people asking him out had stroked his ego so hard that gojo firmly believes no woman is deserving enough. he rambles on and on to you about how snobby some of them seem, and it takes everything in you to bite your tongue when he does. 'takes one to know one,' you would say, if not for your job at stake.

you think gojo satoru is full of himself. you are a strong believer of that. a witness, as well—it's not like he didn't try his way with you, too. unlike the women he ranted about, you turned him down every single time.

it's been a long while since any of that has happened, though. the most recent ordeal was months ago, but that didn't inherently mean that people stopped asking him out: it just meant that he was rejecting every single offer.

it's a thursday morning when you find yourself eating a sandwich you purchased on the way to work, at your desk—wondering when the big boss will finally arrive. the clock read 9 a.m., and you're expecting an extravagant "good morning!" to surprise you any moment now.

just then, you notice mr. conceited walk in: except something is different. he has no stride in his step. there was no good morning. there was no playful teasing directed at you as he walked past your desk and into his office, not that you were complaining—it was just strange.

you stand up, a mouthful of your sandwich still being chewed. you take a big sip of water and fix your skirt and blouse, making sure your hair is presentable—before swiftly making your way into his office.

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"i cannot believe this." he mumbles. you're standing in front of his desk, but he's not facing your direction.

gojo's chair is turned to the giant window that overlooks the business district, and he's gazing out of it thoughtfully. you think this is the cheesiest thing you've seen him do.

you can see how disheveled his hair was, even from where you were standing. you don't want to irritate him further, in case teasing you was still on his to-do list that day.

"what is it, mr. gojo?"

he swivels his chair around, and he is a mess—just what could have he been up to?

"i woke up late today."

"you're the boss, mr. gojo. you can come in any time you want—"

"not the point." he interrupts you. "i forgot my lunch. i was in the car, with the driver, on the way here already. . . and then i realised i left my donuts at home."

gojo's face is absolutely distraught. he looks like he's gone through a divorce and had his house set on fire with how he stands up dramatically—his hands now on his desk. you open your mouth to speak, but he shuts you up by talking again.

"i didn't want to inconvenience him. i'm too thoughtful, miss y/n."

you want to scoff, but you bite your tongue and hold back.

"so i got out of the car and ran back for it," gojo recounts. "i arrived home after the treacherous journey—only to discover that my donuts are gone."

you feign an expression of shock, just to humour him; he gives you an 'i know right' look, and continues his nonsensical story.

"the maids threw them away, miss y/n."

you can't help yourself: you let a small giggle slip through your lips. you quickly use your hand to cover your mouth, thinking of a quick excuse.

you cough. you pretend to, at least—but gojo satoru is not stupid.

no, maybe a little. though, not enough to be convinced of your terrible acting.

"nothing about this is funny."

you nod, looking down at the floor. "i apologise, mr. gojo, but it's just a few donuts. i'm sure someone in the office could fetch some for you."

"yes, i agree." he says, and you shift your gaze from the marble tiling of his office to his face. his hair is a mess, yes—but he still looks revoltingly handsome. his eyes are piercing through yours, and pieces of hair cover his face in just the right places.

you're staring a little too long and gojo finds his pulse quickening with the eye contact—but the spell he has you under is soon broken when he clears his throat.

you quickly look away, embarrassed that you were caught staring at your boss, by your boss.

"you'll pick some up for me, yeah?" his smooth and silky voice echoes through the empty space of his office.

you look at him again, and there's a gentle smile on his face; one you're all too familiar with.

you're aware of satoru's charismatic nature, his playboy-ish attitude, and all sorts of tricks he uses to make women fall head over heels for him. that didn't mean you were completely resistant to them, though—you find yourself playing with the sleeves of your blouse, your ears beginning to redden. "of course," is all you manage to say.

at least you were self-aware.

your mind was rational. should gojo satoru try to hit on you for the nth time—all it took was some self discipline to say no, and you'd like to think you had plenty.

you think the conversation is done with the way he doesn't speak another word, so you turn on your heels and make your way out of the office.

just as you touch the handle of the door, your boss adds: "i'll come with you."

you turn back to him, confused. you didn't need your boss babysitting you for a donut run, you knew his favourite flavours—it's all he ever insists on buying for lunch. "there's no need for that, mr. gojo."

satoru shakes his head in disapproval. "you don't even know my favourite flavours, miss y/n."

that was a blatant lie. he knew you knew. you were his personal donut grabber for a few months up until august, and it was only october. you suppose that it would've continued on if not for your complaints about the long lines in the morning.

nevertheless, you don't argue with him. gojo satoru was the type to get what he wants, when he wants, if he really wants it.

you smile at his disregard for the months you spent as his errand runner, and how idiotic the excuse he just used was. satoru knows he's lying through his teeth, and your smile makes him more nervous than your eye contact.

so nervous, in fact, that he takes back what he just said. "unless. . . you're fine by yourself."

you're surprised that gojo's confidence is dissipating, or that it could even fade at all. you can tell with the way he's avoiding your eye contact, exactly how you evaded his earlier—the red on the tips of his ears are much too obvious in contrast to his hair.

"i don't mind," you respond a bit too quicker than appropriate. "mr. gojo."

gojo curses himself mentally, thinking about how stupid he must sound. he's usually the one making people nervous, but he doesn't know why it's different when you look at him like that.

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the atmosphere is deafening in gojo's favourite bakery. you always knew he had a sweet tooth, so you expected his choice to be a spectacular one—and you weren't disappointed.

you had personally visited this bakeshop before, and the confectionery was truly as good as people made it out to be; it proved evident in the amount of people crammed into this small establishment. though, you can't tell if it was for the food or for your boss, with the way most pairs of eyes are turned in his direction.

you two spend a good five seconds looking at the menu before gojo states his order, which was exactly what you thought it would be—the lady at the cashier smiles a bit too long at satoru, before asking: "eating in?"

you want to open your mouth to say something, but he beats you to it. "of course."

it was still very well your work day. he (or maybe you and him, considering you helped him plan seventy percent of his appointments) had a meeting in 3 hours to prepare for. you think this donut adventure is already unnecessary enough—but here he is, suggesting to waste even more time eating the donuts in the bakery itself.

"we have a meeting in a bit, though. you could eat it in your office."

he looks at you with a confused look, as if he forgot that there was a meeting at all—because he did forget. gojo gasps, turning back to the lady and retracting his previous statement.

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gojo eats his donuts agonisingly slow and no conversation is initiated.

you're alternating between staring at both your laptops and the swirls on the wooden desk, unable to say anything because you didn't plan for such an occasion: an eating donuts with your admittedly handsome boss that makes you nervous while simultaneously planning for an important meeting occasion.

"miss y/n, you should try some."

you shift your eyes from the table to gojo, and he's holding a small piece of his donut to your lips: the powdered sugar practically calling your name.

"it's fine, i ate earlier," you decline his generous offer. "you should eat."

"i'm not asking you to eat all of them, miss y/n." he smiles at you. "just a bite. it's really good, y'know."

you sigh, reaching for his hand to take it from him—but he swiftly pulls it away and shakes his head. "open your mouth."

you feel the tips of your ears burning, blood rushing to your cheeks and you wonder how the girls he takes out manage themselves when he's like this—you've worked with him for so long, yet you can't recall a time when his gaze wouldn't make you shudder.

you think you'd stutter if you spoke one more word to him, so you save yourself from the embarrassment and bare with his request.

he feeds you the piece of sugar-coated donut, and you're sure you have powder on the corners of your lips with how it's width barely fits into your mouth.

you chew and swallow, feeling the residue of sugar on your skin.

"do you have any tissues?" you ask him, a serious expression plastered onto your face.

gojo tries to suppress the chuckle itching to escape his throat—the sugar on your lips and cheeks catch him off guard, and after a few seconds he can't help but let a small laugh slip. you stand up from your chair, scanning the room for any boxes of tissues you could lay your hands on.

he stands up as well, shaking his head—still giggling.

"it's not funny," you frown, and the smile on his face only grows wider—you're too cute for your own good when you sulk. "stop laughing."

you're not sure if you want to punch him or let him giggle to himself. for some reason, seeing you embarrassed is a great cause of joy to him. you can't bring yourself to tell him to shut up; you always imagine doing just that, it's strange how you couldn't muster the courage just when you needed it most.

"it's quite funny," gojo's laughter eventually calms down.

he leans closer to you and his right hand gently holds the side of your jaw—he uses his thumb to gently wipe the sugar off your cheek, and then your lips. "i got it."

his thumb stays on your bottom lip after dusting the sugar away. his pupils are locked onto the surface of your lips, which were glossy in the harsh light of his office: they looked so soft.

before long, they trail up your face until he's looking directly into your eyes: and this time you're not nervous, you don't look away, and your heart is completely calm.

satoru's fingers are easy on your skin. he handles you like fragile glass, as if he doesn't want to break you: and it's the same for the way he looks at you. gentle.

you're reluctant to speak because the way satoru has his thumb on your bottom lip sends shivers down your spine. you feel breathless.

you don't want this feeling to leave, not just yet.

a few seconds of tension pass. his hand moves back to your jaw, and your nervousness returns when gojo satoru leans his tall figure even closer to you; his head tilting ever so slightly.

it's a random thursday morning when you discover a few more good qualities gojo satoru possesses: his lips and his hands. maybe the way he kisses, too—it's slow and precise, unlike his attitude. he tastes sickeningly sweet and it makes you want to savour this moment even more.

you promised yourself you wouldn't fall victim to gojo satoru. yet, you just can't pull away: instead finding yourself slithering your arms around his neck and your chest pressing against his.

gojo's hands are wandering down to your waist and he's desperate to have you as close to him as possible, showing in the way he tries to close the already small gap between you two.

it takes only a fraction of a second for a small thought to form in your mind: just how many women have been in this position?

you quickly forget about that thought, though—you think it's pointless to regret it now, gojo satoru kisses you too good to be full of remorse.

gojo thinks he could stay like this: kiss you all morning, afternoon and pay you overtime if it meant he could be this close to you for just a bit longer.

there's hints of neediness in gojo's touch—as if he'd been waiting for this forever, wanting to relish it before it ends. his few seconds of bliss don’t last very long though, because you're soon pulling away—gasping for air.

he sighs mockingly, his hands sliding down from your waist to your hips. "can't last longer than 10 seconds, miss y/n?"

of course he would say some cocky shit like that—you'd forgotten for a minute that this was the same, arrogant mr. gojo you always knew, and no kiss (however heavenly) was going to change that.

"i'm sorry that i don't go on dates with every man that breathes."

gojo smirks at you after you say those words. "come on. just because i go on dates with people, doesn't mean i kiss them like this."

"sure you don't." your jealousy shows a bit too much in your reply, and he finds himself smiling even harder.

"is someone jealous?" he teases you again, rubbing circles with his thumb against the flesh of your hips.

you feel flustered, knowing that you're definitely done for now—he saw right through you. "nobody is jealous, mr. gojo."

"stop it with the formality. just call me satoru."

"it's still office hours. it's only polite."

gojo rolls his eyes, sighing in the process. you grin a little at him, knowing that this was the first thing you denied him of today—complying with the donuts and the kissing was already spoiling him enough.

"then i suppose there's only after work," there's his nauseatingly charming voice again—low and smooth. he knows exactly what he's doing to you, and you know it too. "i'm off after 6."

you think long and hard about whether you want to be mean and add this to the list of things you've declined to do for him. the ratio was starting to get really unbalanced—but you remember the way his hands touch you and how his lips greet yours so lovingly: and you think that there's no point turning back now.

"my boss doesn't let me off until after 8, though." you try to poke at his buttons—you put on a fake pout, knowing you’ll accept his invitation anyway—but gojo satoru is eternally patient when it came to things he sincerely desired.

"fuck your boss." he says, "he'll be fine with it."

you laugh at his response. you never thought you would see the day gojo curses at himself, after all, he's so self-obsessed: but you suppose you've seen—and tasted—parts of him that you never knew existed.

"then i'll see you at 6, mr. gojo."

what was the harm in discovering more?

230323 — i kinda hate this but.. wtv… anyway i couldn’t be bothered to proofread have my brainrot of gojo in a suit Mmmm yumyum

[dragoncxv360]

Drew Sun in this outfit from twitter yesterday

The outfit is drawn by @/Potari_vt on twitter, I would link it but they have minors dni in their bio so I assume there’s nsfw on their account and I’d rather not link it to be safe, just in case

Also got other people to draw it too XD (idk who all plans on sharing their version tho, they actually made theirs before I made mine tho, I just shared the outfit saying I was gonna draw Sun and Moon in it and people went ham XD)

I’ll prob draw Moon in it too at some point since it was really fun, I def wanna dress them both up more

Also I used oobbbear’s brushes for this and it was super super fun (not tagging them ‘cause I’m too nervous atm lol)

Small note under the readmore

Also a small request, while Sun is genderfluid in this au and goes by she/they/he, I would prefer people use she/they when making general comments about her since she rarely uses he/him. I understand that most suns go by he/him and that it’s not technically misgendering but it still makes me a bit uncomfy ‘cause she’s transfem and those aren’t her main pronouns, so I figure I should say something rather than continuing to be uncomfy. (Using he/him in like fic comments where she’s actually using he/him is totally fine, it’s just when it’s general convos about her that I would prefer she/they used rather than he/him).

It’s not anybody specific doing this, it’s just a general assumption that people make that Sun uses he/him so I’m gonna start clarifying when posting art that she goes by she/they mainly. If you have used he/him before, there’s no need to apologize, I don’t remember any specifics of who has and hasn’t used he/him. I just figure since it makes me a bit uncomfy, I should say something rather than letting it slide because on a technicality, it’s not misgendering.

Tbh it’s less so the pronouns themselves that bother me and more so that I know most people who see the art without knowing the au and her gender say he/him thinking that Sun is a guy. Which is an extremely understandable assumption, canonically Sun and Moon seem to go by he/it, and they/them as Eclipse. I 100% don’t blame anyone for assuming my Sun’s gender or pronouns. Which is why I wanted to clarify things, so people aren’t confused and unintentionally/accidentally making me a bit uncomfortable.

[spiritsglade]

Hello! I'm a big fan of your works. Your Jason is one of the best I've read! You get him. I'm very grateful to have read your fics. Please keep on writing him🙏

Now what kind of Jason fics do you enjoy? Plus if you haven't read Lysical's works already do so now!

hi hi!! thank you so much :] have a lot of things in the works so i will definitely be writing him for a while yet!

lysical's username is vaguely familiar, i've probably read a couple of their fics before but i don't remember specifics. i'll be sure to check them out properly when i have the time.

i've been sitting on this question for quite a while because i'm not entirely sure how to answer it--what fics i enjoy for jason really changes quite a bit depending on arbitrary things like my mood in the moment, lol. ended up just tossing together a rec list of some ongoing fics that i've been enjoying.

Triple Red by caffeinatedbasil - a wc crossover jayroy series. jason adopts lian after roy disappears on a diplomatic mission to space. the sequel's currently being written. the sheer relief of it really gets to me when i'm sad i'll just reread the entirety of burning red's first chapter and hope it'll fix me.

Someday I'm Gonna Be Somebody People Want by @ahoyimlosingmymind - a metahuman forces bruce, dick, tim, and damian to watch what pretty much amounts to a slideshow of jason's trauma, starting from early childhood. it's been fascinating seeing how they react and also devastating. little jason :( he's so small

Temporary Angels by @hopetimistic - case fic, jason whump, jaykyle, lots going on in this one! the original villains are really fun. it's actually just updated recently, haven't had a chance to read that chapter yet but i'm excited :]

door, opening by @cowboysorceror - dick & jason focused and also the most detailed case fic i've ever read. obsessed. these relationships make me so upset (in a good way) my head is in my hands.

Stable Relationships by @glitter-stained - horse movie no capes jayroy au. idk i just love all the character dynamics and the worldbuilding and the imagery is so good too.

For Some Desperate Glory by @chasingfigments - under the hood au where instead of taking over the drug trade jason kidnaps bruce. love the level of detail in this one too!! and we're still relatively early in the setup but i am truly obsessed with everything happening here.

Acid by @quenchiestcactusjuice99 - jason gets shoved into the marvel universe and into the hands of hydra. good fic fun dynamics i appreciate how competent he is and his yearning for his family hits me in the face every time.

i'll be gone in the dark by @havenesc - jason rancher au where he runs from gotham!! we're only one chapter in but it's a big one + his paranoia is so so sad but also extremely funny

Therapy with Doctor Todd by Wisetypewriter - jason gets a degree in psychiatry and forces the batfam to go to therapy. it's really funny but at the same time that 'crack treated seriously' tag was not lying.

[seeminglydark]

So… I may or may not have binged your Punk and the Cheerleader tag, Mil-liminal (comic and podcast) and Seemingly Dark over the past week because I am just SO normal about new interests. Any recommendations while I wait for updates? Also, do you have an update schedule for any of your projects that I should keep track of?

oh, wow hi im crying! That's so nice to hear honestly ahhhh. Did you read Prom Night as well? That's on Ko-Fi here just in case you didn't see that one and there's also a very old, not drawn so good but cute mini comic on Tapas about Mick and Reggie called Call Me Mickey <3

Recs, lemme see...I'm bad at this one cuz I forget to consume media sometimes, ✨people in the comments, can you rec some comics and podcasts that might align to someone who likes my media's interests?✨

Webcomics I like! Ride or Die and Long Exposure, B-Side You, Rodney R Rodney, Stealing Stardust, Colour Theory, Plain Boy and Prince... i can't think of anymore at the moment but theres probs a lot more.

Podcasts i like! would you believe I havent listened to very many yet, but I'm enjoying The Night Post, KillJam XXX, and Desert Skies. I've been rec'd the Red Valley, Midnight Burger and a few others I'm interested in but haven't started yet.

So the bad news is I'm super chaotic and my 'scheduling' is uuuuhhh well pretty much at the whims of my brain space, writing and drawing 2 comics (3 right now if we count Creaky haha) and a podcast is... well idk how i ended up here, it's a lot, i too am totally normal about my interests.

The good news is I'm 'required' to upload an Episode of Seemingly Dark once a month and it's usually going to drop on the last Sunday of the month, and also it is available for early access for up to three episodes on either Tapas or my Patreon. The other good news is this is basically my full-time job atm so there will always be A LOT OF content coming, here on tumblr is where I upload art the most and first.

soo...

Seemingly Dark- Last Sunday of every month

Mil-Liminal podcast- in theory once a month but sometimes not, I try. This month probably not cuz I've lost my voice so unless we want Caro with a Cold it might not work lol.

Mil-Liminal comic- sometimes. unforch i never know when. In theory the first whole half of the story is done but when uploading the comic i decided to add a bunch of back story so it's going slower than expected.

so yeah. Thank you SO MUCH for being invested in my work honestly, can't even tell you what that means to me.

-RJ

[rikomoriyama01]

while we're talking about noras writing. I think parts of the way riko is written in the original is bad too. I think she makes him dumb when it's needed for the story. killing seth to me made no sense. if riko has the power to kill members of the foxes... kill Andrew!! riko is obviously very talented, surely he could have also analysed that seth was messing up the team, and killing him (ironically) only helps the foxes.

so. kill Andrew. Kevin comes running back. not only have the foxes lost one of their best strikers and their best goalkeeper. they can't even play anymore!! they've lost one too many players to meet the requirement. it's over. done.

and ik some Andrew stan is gonna say he couldn't be killed but bfr. Andrew is strong and a good fighter, yes, but riko could easily hire a well seasoned hit man or even a damn team of them if needed. make it look like a suicide, an accident, or even a murder! doesn't matter. the press thinks Andrew is insane and he's hated. Kevin comes running back and the ravens spin it as Kevin needing support in his grief from his team & family blah blah blah.

obviously riko doesn't do this cuz then the plot is fucked. but then don't establish that he can kill members of the foxes. have him do something else idk.

Apreciate that you managed to come up with something i had not heard so far in the fandom, tho i see the sentiment a bit differently. i think assuming that riko could deduce this much about foxes bond is bit of stretch, on top of it riko specifically wanted to kill a striker to put more pressure on kevin and neil with kevins damaged hand. so this leaves seth and matt and seth is clearly much lower profile death case considering matt has rich surgeon dad you could think that killing andrew would be too hot to pull off for that reason too considering andrew was somewhat involwed with the policeman investigatign his case in the past (excuse me i rember almost nothing of that plot by now the guy he called piggy or whatever) We also can``t assume that Riko could get just ... everything. he is second fmaily branch and tetsujis lil pet project i think if anythign i'm bothered by how inconsistent his range of power and infulence is That said Riko i smart and poses danger, he ha sskills and is not stupid. But its very easy to forget that if you spend too mcuh time readign tumblr tags or fanfics because the fandom makes sure to present him as biggest clown ever simply because nboody likes him . I gues good character writing is not smh ppl bother with when they hate someone lol Riko is good villian with a lot of flavs and his ego getting in his way, i think in very fitting way riko biggest enemy is riko himself and the way tetsujis upbirnging shaped him The fact that our mc is nobody but neil fuckgin josten and his side is damned andrew minyard do not help rikos case. you have 2 people who went throguh hell facign off again one motherfucker still stuck in it. if our mc's were different people riko would seem like different kind of threat . as it is he is just nuisance. but this is not fault of authors writtign this is issue of reader simplifying his role in the story and ignoring it simply because .. he's the villian ? and forced need to put all spotlight on other characters. people forget those books would not be as good if riko was the pathetic loser they write him as in fan content

[timdrakewhump]

WARNING THIS IS SO FANON UTS JUST FOR WHUMP I KNOWWWW DICK WOULDNT LET TIM GET FUCKED IP LIKE THIS IDK IM SORRY ITS FANON ITS SO FANON IM USING HIS CHARECTER

I saw a post on here and I’ve been thinking about it for a few weeks now (please tag or send me their post if you know it, I’m literally going insane).

It basically said that while dick will fight with Bruce in private, in public he will stand with him, both as dick and nightwing. ANYWAYS, I’m bringing it up because of the opportunity for Tim drake angst.

Tim, who joined Batman as Robin to protect him - and Gotham - from himself. Tim who let Bruce be rougher, spar with him until he’s broken and bleeding. Tim who just assumed it was the grief, the pain.

Dick who comes back to Gotham after a while, helping Bruce with a case. Dick who saw Tim limping away from the manor after sparring. Dick who argues with Bruce about it alone but won’t give more than a sympathetic smile when he sees tim, because tim isn’t family, and Dick stands with Bruce when he’s with strangers. Dick may treat Tim like a close teammate, but he’s just a stranger really. A boy who moved into his old costume - his baby brother’s costume.

Tim, who assumed that Bruce was just struggling, but if Bruce was just mourning, wouldn’t Dick Grayson - his Robin, his hero - speak up?

Tim who starts to wonder if since dick isn’t saying anything, maybe this isn’t grieving. Maybe this is something Bruce doles out when people do things wrong. Maybe the reason why Tim’s getting all these punishments is because he’s doing everything wrong? Tim who starts believing he deserves it or smth.

Ect so on so forth I’m not a writer lol. Bonus if you add later when Tim’s all settled in and dick goes “yh I never thought that was very fair but I didn’t speak up at the time bc you were a stranger and I didn’t want to undermine Bruce” and tim loses his shit.