#these doodles of them are from before that

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Someone’s a liarrrrrrr…

a few more things I’m a little prouder of…. Hehe

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could you maybe write a little fic about brothersbsf!matt looking in sweetheart!reader's diary and seeing what she wrote about him!!

(idk if i got the au name things right!)

❛❛DEAR DIARY❜❜

⋆ ˚ .ೃ ࿔ * pairing... sweetheart!reader x brothers bsf!matt

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ in which... matt sneaks into sweetheart!readers room, expecting to find her, but to his surprise, she's not home. but something catches his eye immediately--her diary.

warnings... most suggestive stuff is all fiction!!! (literally lol), mentions of fingering, mentions of unprotected sex, mentions of kissing, implied masturbation (m)

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟ the door to your room twisted open, the faint and high pitched creaking filling the empty room. you weren’t in there, the room was pitch black, and almost cold from the absence of your presence.

confusion settled in matt’s chest. huh? he’d snook away from your brother, telling him he just really quickly had to use the bathroom, but you weren’t there. he stepped inside when the confusion was replaced with curiosity, flicking on your bedside lamp to see where he was walking.

your room was pretty, but eerie when you weren’t there. matt’s eyes trailed over your decoration—the small trinkets, your bedsheets, the few posters you had up. god, it just screamed you. he chuckled to himself, his gaze finally landing upon the pretty little diary you always kept close to yourself.

oh, he knew it was wrong, very wrong. he didn’t have any sisters, but a diary was like.. a girl thing. but he took seat on the edge of your bed, your diary playing flat in his lap.

matt thought about it for a second, awkwardly flicking some hair out of his eyes. frightened to be caught, he listened intently for your brothers footsteps, but none could be heard. so, he continued to slowly turn the front, due to the lack of lock, seemingly one that used to be there but fell off.

matt’s eyes skimmed the front page where you had neatly written your name, along with a few doodles, and sweet words. he smiled to himself, before curiously flipping through the pages. some were filled with sketches and drawings, others going on for page after page about school drama, which he carefully read through, even gasping because some of the hidden information.

but one page caught his eyes, rather a page with his name caught his eyes. there wasn’t a certain title or description, just straight up words you had blurted out onto the paper. his heart started racing when he read through the page, his ears turning read.

“dear diary, i think i have a crush on my brother's friend matt. i’m not sure, but i think he’s really, really sweet, and sometimes he even says hi to me. i think it’s mainly because he’s trying to be kind to me. after all, my older brother is his friend, but i really hope it’s more than that. he’s really cute too. he’s got blue eyes, and this dark hair i really wish to run my fingers through every time he looks at me. and his lips are always pink, and they look so soft.”

and that was it. his heart drummed in his ribcage, nervously fiddling through your diary to find more.

and oh boy, did he find more. it was like your diary had taken this sharp turn, going from girl gossip, and rants about your favorite movies, to all being about him. matt couldn’t believe his eyes, his heart nearly beating out of his chest when his eyes picked up on the naughty sentences.

“dear diary, today matt came into my room to say hi. or at least that’s what happened, but i think he wanted to do more. i was just showing him around, when he suddenly stood so close to me, i swore he could hear my heart, and just as he was about to kiss me, my dumb brother walked in!!! gosh, i just wish he could’ve kissed me without any interruptions. i wonder how he’d kiss. if he would be gentle, and soft, or he would be rough, and fill the kiss with desire. maybe he’d do both. i don’t know. i dream about his fingers running down my waist, hooking under my shirt to pull it off, how he would run them through my hair. would he yank my hair, or carefully twirl it?? or maybe he’d wrap his fingers around my neck while kissing, i don't know. i dream about his tongue licking over mine, tasting and claiming me. anyways i gotta go.”

matt’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, groaning when he felt his cock harden from just the ink on paper, that you had written in the silence of your own room. in shock he dropped the diary between his legs, quickly picking it up again. he couldn’t stop, he wanted to read more. he needed to.

matt quickly flicked through the pages upon pages, searching for his name like before, but suddenly all he could seem to find was gossip. but he found another one, this one much more recent, seemingly the last one your written just the night prior.

“dear diary, gosh i need matt. like really bad. i don’t even understand how i’m writing right now, but i had to, i can’t tell anyone else. it’s so stupid. i think about him all the time, when i’m in school, when i’m in the shower, eating dinner or breakfast, when i’m in bed. i wish i didn’t. every time i touch myself, it’s like an image of him pops up, and i can’t make it stop. it’s so wrong, but it feels so right and good when i imagine him doing the stuff i do to myself. i get so wet thinking about it. how i wish he would just sneak in here one night, kiss me, and then take off my clothes without us feeling guilty about it, and anyone finding out. i can almost feel it, how he would push his fingers inside me while kissi”

it looks like you stopped right there, and matt could only imagine what was going on behind the diary, behind the pen on paper, what you were doing. he let out a low growl, an obvious tent forming in his pants from how vividly he was imagining you laying in bed, grasping your pen while ignoring the ache between your legs, before you’d give up and tug your panties down your pretty legs, easing your smaller and slender fingers inside your slick walls.

matt frantically searched for a pen, his mind going wild as he let his thoughts roam freely. the diary laid open on your bed when matt finally found a ballpoint pen, brushing the pages to the last one you had written on, before writing;

“i would kiss you down your chest, admire your body while i touch you after your sweet noises to get it right, my fingers sticky. then i would let go of you and take off my own clothes, leaning over you to push my dick into you, listen to you gasp and moan. i would take my time with you, wait until you allowed me to start fucking you, doing it gentle and slowly. i’d hold your hands, kiss you down your beautiful face and body, eventually going faster and harder. you have no idea how bad i wanna sneak into your room every time i’m hanging out here. i’m not even here for your brother anymore.”

matt let go of the pen, his hand nearly cramping from how concentrated and neatly he’d been with the filthy note, his cock aching hard and throbbing in his pants from imagining just how well you’d take him, and how adorable you’d look. “goddamn it,” he groaned, leaving the diary on your bedside table before turning off the lights, immediately heading to the bathroom.

more sweetheart!reader x brothers bsf!matt here!

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Art piece for a human au I have in my brain. Perks of being an artist include doing your own art for a fic that you wrote for you. The self indulgence is crazyyyy

Insane ramblings and such under the cut

Made a small (and rushed, and overall low quality) Azura doodle for the project too.

In my head this is a very similar story to "Eliza and Her Monsters" if you know it. Except I haven't read that book in years and I can't tell what ideas are mine versus the book but I don't want to go back and read it all lmao

Anyways, the premise of this would be Luz is a recent high-school graduate and she is in her last summer before college. She's known online as TheGoodWitch, the creator of the hit series The Legend of Azura (it's not as overly flowery in this au, more like Boiling Isles weirdness, as is custom from our Luz). Seemingly overnight the fan base of this series went from big to wayyy too many people and Luz has never felt more seen but also like there is so much pressure on her.

She had always promised herself she would finish the comic before college, so she has a goal that she'll finish it by the end of the summer. But than an Incident happens (undecided what) and Luz goes to spend the summer with Eda, a close family friend and job giver outer.

So she's working in this small town of Gravesfield, and meets all these interesting characters around town and a particularly pretty Amity Blight. A rich girl with a summer home right down the road. And wow! Amity turns out to be the biggest fan ever of The Legend of Azura!

It would be a shortish fic and mostly lighthearted because I think silly goofy vibes would fit this story best. But yeah. I think I'll write it to get it out of my system. And I also want to play around with maybe it being a part of a series because I love huntlow too and want to write about them... I'll find a way mwhahaha~

Anyways. That's my (very brief explanation of my) story idea. It's rough but I'm having a lot of fun coming up with diffrent interactions, and where diffrent characters have settled jn this human realm. Very fun. Would recommend.

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favorite girl

𖦹⭒°｡⋆ stalker!jinx x fem!reader (part 1)

warnings: stalking, reader being into said stalking, gun shooting (so… a little bit of a death warning), masturbation, that’s all for now! more nsfw on next part <3

Jinx was fast, everyone knew that. So fast, in fact, sometimes all she’d leave behind for anyone to see was the violet flash of her shimmer eyes.

That’s all you’d get to see of her when you’d turn around. In a dark alleyway, walking down the street, even at the bar. Didn’t matter the time of day. Just a quick light that disappeared within the second. That was all she’d let you see of her. She’d memorized your routine, the streets you walked on, every corner you turned. You knew this because of her little… gifts. She’d spray paint your name with hearts around it on the abandoned building walls you walked by every day, or your initials within a heart, sometimes even just random doodles that somehow correlated to you and her, but never leaving her name on the artwork. Even without her signature, she was letting the whole world know you were hers.

You weren’t stupid, though, you always knew your stalker was Jinx. At first she’d watch from afar, maybe sitting across the room from you, eyes following your every move. Or just coincidently ending up on the same street. But, when you stopped seeing her yet still felt her presence, was when you knew her little crush had probably turned into something more… sinister.

Recently, the violet light had been getting closer. So close, one time you could’ve sworn you felt her breath along the back of your neck. Chills ran down your spine, quickly turning around, eyes darting back and forth, face twisted up in the most fearful expression you could pull out. Nothing. To some people, this would be fucking terrifying. Their worst nightmare, even. Someone watching them 24/7, hearing her footsteps behind theirs but never getting to see her.

But you? As sick and twisted as it was, you fucking adored it. Once you turned back around, the biggest smirk would creep out, lips curling up as you bit your thumb. You loved having someone swoon so deeply over you, so much so that it caused an obsession. You’d think about all the things Jinx might love about you. Your face, hair, smile, body? All of it? Sure, but you always wondered what she craved the most. What made her spiral for you. It gnawed at your thoughts. Completely ate you the fuck alive. Actually, love wasn’t the strongest word to describe how you felt about her stalking you, she turned you the fuck on. When you masturbated at night, fingers deep inside yourself, you thought about her obsession. Thought about how she couldn’t get enough of you, how she had to be near you at all times. What always made you cum though was the thought of her watching you as you fucked yourself stupid, moaning out her name every time you finished. One day you swore you’d catch her before she ran off and get to ask the question that made you toss and turn at night. But for now, you’d quietly enjoy her closeness, pretending to be petrified of it, feeding into her little game.

It was 2 am now, and the club was at its peak. Music booming, drinks pouring, and the smell of sweat lingered in the air. You’d gone out by yourself, hoping to get Jinx alone. There you were, middle of the dance floor, tight little black dress, ripped fishnets, drink spilling along the floor as you danced. Underneath, though, you wore a special pair of lace panties you’d bought just for Jinx. Bright blue, just like her hair. They hugged the curves of your hips and ass just right. A little sign saying that you were hers, even if she couldn’t see them. The people surrounding you moved in slow motion as the drinks finally settled, faces blurring together as the tipsy haze washed over your eyes.

From across the floor, a pale skinned girl with blue tattoos and a hood covering her face caught your eye. You froze, heart pounding so hard you felt it in your entire body. You tried your best to force your eyes to focus, analyzing for any details that might indicate it was Jinx. She looked up at you, hood slightly slipping back. Her bright purple eyes stared into your soul, pale face shining in the fluorescent lights, hair falling over an eye, expression hard and twisted. You weren’t sure if she was real or a figment of your drunken imagination, but either way, you shoved everyone as you wobbly made your way towards her.

“Jinx!” You called out, blinking slowly, trying to sober up enough to walk faster. She was still standing there, watching you, a smirk just barely curling up on her mouth. Although that smirk might look malice to others, it made your heart flutter. You needed to reach her, just touch her, you needed to feel her skin against your palms. You needed to know why she was doing this, what was so goddamn special about you? You were fucking feining for her. At this point, maybe you were the one who was a stalker. Your arm stretched out, fingers reaching for her as you got closer, pants escaping your lips. “Jinx, don’t fucking move!” You yelled out, finger tips just inches away from her, curling up as if she was already in your grasp. Then, as you were just about to grab onto her arm, someone stepped in front of you. You tripped on their foot, face landing first onto the filthy ground, drink spilling all over you. You groaned out in pain as you turned over, room spinning as your eyes darted back to where Jinx was, only for the space to be replaced with some random. You laid there, completely out of it as the feeling of defeat washed over you, and the metallic taste of blood filled your mouth.

Then, you felt the grip of the bouncer’s hands around your wrists. He began to drag you out, like you were just some bag of fucking trash. You thrashed around wildly, cursing him out as he continued. He kicked the front doors open, swung you out, back hitting the hard concrete floor. The wind was knocked out of you, letting out a strangled scream like sound. You laid there as the hit slightly sobered you up, gasping for air. He walked over to you, looking down as you glared at him. “What… the fuck… are you looking at?” You questioned, voice raspy, trying your best to get up.

“You.” He said, tilting down slightly. His eyes grazed your body, making your stomach turn. “You might be fucking annoying, but I could get past that.”

Your eyes widened, pushing yourself back as best as you could to get away. “Fuck off, man.” You reached at your side for your purse, which had your pepper spray, that was nowhere to be found. Shit. You thought to yourself, pupils dilating from fear as you watched the man get closer. I’m fucked, I’m totally fucking fucked. Just as you finished your thought, a sudden loud bang boomed, making you wince as your ears began to ring. Your eyes shot back open, staring at the man as he stood there, the life slowly leaving his eyes as blood dripped down his face. Where there was once a forehead, was now a hole. He kneeled before hitting the ground, your breath hitching at the pound of dead flesh in front of you. You stumbled up, pulling your dress down as you stood up, eyes wide. You stared for a second before quickly walking away, obviously still a little fucked up. A little too fucked up to realize a man had just died in front of you.

You knew who’d done this, of course. Who’d went out of her way to protect you. You liked to think that Jinx was angrily watching from afar, that she’d do anything and everything to protect you. To protect her favorite girl. A snicker escaped your lips, looking up at the building rooftops, trying to find her. “Jinx!” You called out as you walked down the street, faint flickering lights guiding your way. You threw your arms out, smiling. “I’m all yours, Jinx! Stop fucking hiding. What is it about me, huh? What do you want from me? You can have whatever you want!” You yelled, still stumbling slightly as you continued to walk. You knew she was watching, you could fucking feel it. You could feel her eyes drilling into you. You swore you heard her giggle as you spoke. She was so close to you, so fucking close. You bit down on your lip as you felt heat spreading out between your thighs. So fucking close. “Stop being such a goddamn pussy…” You grumbled out, finally reaching your front porch. Your hand shook as you unlocked the door, slamming it shut, but not locking it.

You kicked off your heels, making your way towards your room, throwing open the door. You sighed, rolling your neck as you began to pull the fishnets off. Then, you slowly shimmied out of your dress, so slowly, hearing it plop as it hit the ground, leaving you in nothing but the blue lace panties. A chill suddenly ran down your spine, goosebumps prickling up your arm hair. This wasn’t a new feeling; it felt as if you weren’t alone in your room. Just as you were about to turn around,

“You wore those just for me, toots?”

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what if you did a valentine’s day one shot where the reader gets asked on a date and yandere batfam are not happy about it?

I LOVE your works so far!! I hope that you’re sleeping well and eating!! have a great day/night!!!💜💜💜

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Please, Please, Please

Oneshot

Y Batfam x GN Reader

Featuring Platonic: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

2.5K Words

Masterlist

You glance at the clock—15 minutes tell school is over. To pass the time you doodle on the corner of your notebook. Mr Miller's chemistry class was the worst. His monotone voice could lull anyone to sleep.

Your eyes drift to your desk mate, Parker. They seem just as bored as you, staring blankly out the window. Chemistry was the only class you had without Tim, which left you alone without anyone to talk to. Parker is nice, they’re the only friend you have that’s not already a part of Tim’s circle— If you could call them a friend.

They seemed to catch you staring because they started to scribble something in they’re notebook. A moment later they slid it over to you.

‘You understand any of this’ you smile and glance up at them. They had a cheeky grin. It was cute.

You shake your head and scribble something down. ‘Not a bit’.

They take the notebook back, Parker chuckles as they read your message, rolling their eyes.

“Guess we’re screwed than” they whisper.

You let out a small giggle “guess so”.

The bell rings before you and Parker can chat more. You’re quick to pack up your things, you wanna get home as soon as possible.

You sling your backpack over your shoulder but before you can head out the door Parker speaks up.

”Hey Y/n I got a question for you”

you pause before turning all your attention to them “yeah what’s up?”

”I was wondering…” their voice wavers and their cheeks go pink “well you know how Valentine’s Day is in a few days” Parker stumbles out, fingers tapping on the notebook. you nod.

”I was hoping… you and me could go out together, like on a date” their voice seemed to gain some confidence, and a boyish smile tugs on their lips.

You paused. You haven't really thought about going on a date with anyone, but the more you think about it why would you say no. Parker’s nice, funny, and they’re pretty cute.

You smile “Sure sounds like fun”.

Parker stares at you, wide eyed, like a deer in headlights. You take that as your cue to start heading out.

“Uhh. Yeah we’ll talk more tomorrow yeah?” They stammer.

“Yeah lets talk tomorrow” you call out from the other end of the classroom, before heading out the door.

Walking through the halls you check your phone. It’d been buzzing all class, it had to have been Dick.

<Dick>

Hey baby bird, how were your classes?

I’m in town today and we need to go out.

I Just asked Alfred I’m picking you up today!!

I’ll be waiting outside

Tim’s got a ride so don't worry about him

just you and me today!!

You scoff rolling your eyes. He easily could have sent these as one message, he just liked being annoying.

After putting your books away in your locker, you made your way to the parking lot. It’s packed with people and cars, but before you could spot him.

“Babybird I missed you so much!”

He yelled from across the parking lot, as he leaned against his car. You cringed as students stared at you and him. Could he get anymore embarrassing?

He ruffled your hair as you got into the passenger seat.

“C’mon let's go” he ushered you inside before, racing out of the parking lot.

“So I’m thinking we head to that new cafe you were talking about, and maybe stop by that old bookstore you like so much before we head home.” He keeps his eyes on the road.

“Yeah sounds like a plan” you smile.

He starts talking again, you tune him out. Your mind wanders back to when Parker asked you out. A giddy smile tugged at your lips. It made you feel all warm inside, this will be your first valentine’s on an actual date.

“You spacing out baby bird?” Dick raises a brow.

”sorry, sorry long day” you stammer. Dick makes a face, like he doesn’t quite believe you.

“sure.” His voice is a little irritated. Great, he's already starting to get pissy.

Your family’s always been weird about you. It's probably because you're not a vigilante but you can still take care of yourself.

It’s been getting worse as you get older, they just keep adding rules on top of rules. No going out past 7. No leaving anyone’s side at a gala. Always eat lunch with Tim’. Damian has way less rules than you do, and he doesn’t even follow them. It’s like they're scared to let you grow up.

Lately it’s been worse. Conversations stop once you enter a room. Touches lingering a little longer than normal. Eyes lingering for too long.

Whatever you’re used to their overprotectiveness.

It’s why you plan to keep your Valentine’s Day plans to yourself. You can just imagine everyone’s reactions. Dick will probably get super clingy. Tim will pull up their search history. Damian will go on a rant about how Parker doesn’t deserve you. Jason might corner them in some alley. and Cass will have that disappointed look on her face, the kind that makes you feel horrible.

Bruce might even ground you.

“Yeah” Dick’s grip tightened on the steering wheel tightens “no way” he mutters to himself.

Dicks muttering snaps you back to reality “what did you say?” You ask.

He forces a smile “Oh nothing baby bird, just excited”

You and Dick make it back after a few hours, and you’re exhausted. He took all across Gotham, trying to any and everything with you. It’s pretty obvious that he was trying to make up for lost time. He’s been in Blüdhaven more often.

by the time you step through the front door you want nothing more than to calloused into bed.

Instead you’re greeted by Damian. Judging from the scowl on his face he’s more pissed off than usual

Damian crossed his arms. ”You said you’d only take them out to eat.” He scoffed.

Dick slid off his shoes lazily , not even bothering to look up.”We were having too much fun and lost track of time.” Dick forced laughed.

Damian doesn’t move. ”You were gone for nearly 3 hours.” His voice is flat, clearly not buying the excuse.

“It’s my fault” you chime in, trying to diffuse the tension. Damian’s head turns toward you, his expression softens. “I asked Dick to drive me all over town” you smile, Dick ruffles your hair before heading down the hall. Damian doesn’t spare him a glance, his eyes locked in on you.

You start to make your way to your room, Damian follows— of course.

”you promised to be my model for my newest painting. When do you expect to make it up?” He asks. You hum “After dinner? You’ll still have a few hours until patrol”.

He pauses for a moment “I suppose that will work.” He says, the faintest smile forming on his lips.

You grip the handle of your bedroom door, praying you’ll get some alone time for once.

You don’t.

As you step inside Damian follows, his sharp gaze assessing the space. You sigh but don’t say anything.

Dinner should be ready in an hour, Damian’s not gonna leave anytime soon. might as well scroll through your phone in the meantime.

You and Damian head downstairs and as you make your way to your seat the conversation at the table does. everyone's eyes flicker towards you. You raise a brow but before you can say anything Alfred pipes up.

”I cooked your favourite tonight master y/n” he says, as if nothing is off.

You smile, shaking off the tension. “thank you Alfred”

As you go to take a bite you notice Jason’s gaze. it’s not his usual lazy smile. It’s sharper, more intense, watching. Did something happen? His anger is almost never directed towards you. Did Bruce say something?

Before your mind starts to wander your eyes glance towards Cass, she’s frowning like she’s almost disappointed in you but not quite.

“How was school today y/n?” Bruce’s voice cuts through the silence.

Everyone’s head turns to look at you. Waiting, as if they’re expecting something.

It’s fine you’re used to your family being weird like this.

You take a sip of your water ”it was fine” you force a casual tone. There is no way you can let them know about Parker.

Jason tilts his head “Nothing exciting happened?” He asked, studying your face.

You swallow “No not really.” You take another bite of your food, praying they don’t press the issue any further.

The family shares a look, silent but you noticed.

you pretend you didn’t.

Dick tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. But everyone seemed to be too lost in their thoughts to put in much effort.

The air remains heavy, the tension is palpable, and you feel everyone’s eyes on you.

It was the longest family dinner ever.

As the week drags on your family grows more intense.

It’s different this time.

They watch you closer, you never get any alone time. Even after spending more time with them than usual, they still expect something from you.

But what?

You don’t have time to think about that, todays the 14th, your first real valentine’s date. And you have everything planned.

At lunch you subtly drop a hint to Tim that you have this big chemistry project due tomorrow. Then after Lunch you’ll text Bruce and Alfred that you'll be home late, ‘working on it’. Bruce might check in with Tim, but Tim will confirm your story.

It’s practically fool proof.

Excitment courses through you all day. You have chemistry next, so you’ll be able to see Parker. You were just so excited— you deserved this.

At lunch Tim did not seem amused, in fact he looked quite pissed.

When you told him about your ‘Chemistry project’ he just forced a simile and nodded, he didn’t say anything for the rest of the period.

You didn’t pay him much mind though, you were to focused on your date.

As you walked through the halls to your chem class you kept glancing at your phone, waiting for Bruce’s response.

<y/n>

I have this super big chemistry project due tomorrow. My partner and I are gonna work on it together after school.

They’ll give me a ride back, don't worry.

<Bruce>

Ok, Tim will wait for you.

Shit.

what were you gonna do now? Tim was already onto you, there’s no way you’ll be able to go out now.

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t even notice Parker sitting down.

“Hey y/n you okay?”

You frown ”I don't think we’ll be able to go out today, my family is on my ass right now”

Why can’t you just have one nice thing, for once?

”oh” Parker pauses, they fiddle with their bag. Parker’s clearly upset about the situation as well. Then suddenly their face lights up.

Parker grins ”What if we go right now?” they exclaim. Quickly packing up their things.

You blink “What do you mean?”

“There’s only 10 minutes until class starts. We can leave right now and the teacher will never know” Excitement exudes from their voice.

Your heart pounds in your chest.

you’ve never even thought of skipping class before. You family would kill you.

But then again they’re the ones that never let you do anything. They control everything

So who cares what they do, you want to have fun.

A grin tugs on your lips. You scramble to pack up your stuff “sure lets do you”.

Parker gives that same childish smile from when they asked you out.

Despite the small voice telling you this is a bad idea, you felt excited, giddy.

you felt free.

You race to Parker’s car. A mix of adrenaline and excitement made you run faster than you ever have before.

Behind you, Parker struggled to up ”Jesus, Y/n— I’ve never seen you run so fast before” they gasped, hands on their knees trying to catch their breath.

You chuckle “sorry I got excited”

Parker shakes his head, same childish smile on their face as they unlock the car, before sitting on the driver’s side.

Before you get in you look back at the school. A shiver runs down your spine and a little voice whispers at you to turn back.

For a moment you pause. If you turn back now you wont be in any trouble.

You shake it off and hop into the seat.

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A cozy cafe would be the best choice. It’s close to the school you’ve been there a couple of times, and the food is really good.

As they pull into the parking lot you’re nervous. This is your first date, what is supposed to happen? What’s even the proper etiquette?

You shake your head and brush those thoughts away.

As you and Parker walk inside, you relax. The cafe is warm, with subtle pinks and blues on the wall. It smells like coffee and pastries. Parker picks a table near the back, and you settle down across from them.

Conversation between you two just seems to flow. You never realized how funny they are until today.

Any doubt you had washes away.

Once you’re finished giving the waitress your order, you take a sip of water enjoying Parker’s company. Then the bell to the door jingles.

You briefly glance up— just to see who’s there.

Bruce. Jason. Dick. Tim. Cass. Damian.

They stand in the doorway, eyes locked in on you. Their faces are unreadable.

your stomach drops.

You’re stuck. frozen like a deer in headlights, under the weight of their stare.

How did they know?

They make their way over to your table.

Bruce stops in front of you, towering over the table. “I’m disappointed y/n” his voice is monotone, but you can see the crinkle in his brows.

you just stare back at him. Too stunned to speak.

you try say something, anything. But the words die in your throat.

Dick grabs your arm, his grip is soft but firm. ushering you out of your seat.

Dick and Damian walk you out. You don’t resist, you couldn’t even if you wanted to.

Before you walk out the door you glance back.

Parker is surrounded.

Bruce says something too low for you to hear. Your chest sinks. You can only guess what they’re saying to them.

They look petrified.

It feels like an eternity before everyone else gets into the car.

“You’re grounded” Bruce states. A faint smile, barely there tugs at his lips.

You want to disappear forever.

Being grounded meant one thing.

You’ll never be alone again.

Tears start to slide down your checks, your voice wobbles ”I’m sorry— please don't ground me”

No one speaks.

No one listens.

You glance out the window, watching your freedom slip away.

I got my first request done!!!!!! As you can tell I need a lot of practice with writing short stories/oneshots. I suck at making things fast paced but I did my best. I hope you like it 🐈‍⬛ anon, tysm I had a lot of fun writing it. I also kept Parker GN so that way the reader can truly be any self insert. I’m working on CH. 03 of wicked Game rn so that’ll be what I post next. But if you have any ideas send a request I need more practice.

Also 215 followers! Thank you!!!

[quokkicidal]

How you match with skz…

Genre: Fluff, Imagine

Warnings: Reader is implied afab in Jisungs

Summary: Your matching things w/ skz!

Requests open

Masterlist

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Chan:

Matching hoodies. Chan and his hoodies, but wait, what if you had one. No need to imagine because he already bought you a matching one. if he shows you one he likes, he asks if you want one, and of course you say yes. He gets so giddy when you say yes and buys them right away. When they arrive, he washes them and stands by the dryer so they’re still nice and warm when he takes them out. Literally is so sweet and hugs you after you put it on.

Minho:

Matching cat beanies. This man loves his cats the way fish love water, so of course you’re getting matching cat beanies. Before he buys them he sends you a picture. “Do you want to be the orange cat or the black cat?” Which ever you choose, he’ll get the opposite, so you’re more of a pair than fully matching. Although, his cats don’t seem to like it that much. He sends you a video of Dori being scared of him while he has it on.

Changbin:

Matching gym bags. We all know that he loves the gym, and he loves you. So, that concluded in him buying matching gym bags for you guys. Even if you dont go to the gym, he still wants to match. If you don’t go to the gym, of course you’re still gonna use it. You’ll use it when you go on trips for your cloths. But if you don’t go to the gym. He’ll make sure that everyone sees that you have matching bags. “Oh you like my bag, me and my partner have matching ones.” He’s so proud of it. He also makes you do the heart flexing pose, iykyk.

Hyunjin:

Matching necklaces. I believe that Hyunjin is definitely a jewelry giver. Like he will buy you a necklace with a heart on it. Oh and on the back of that heart are his initials because he thinks it’s sweet that wherever you go, he’s with you in some way. Of course your initials are on the back of his for the same reason. Every time he sees you he touches the necklace and turns it around to see his name. When he’s away on tour, he’ll turn his around and kiss where your initials are, subtly hoping that you’ll start thinking of him.

Felix:

Matching socks. This man loves subtle romance, if you can even call matching socks that. He doesn’t buy not one, not two, but probably twelve packs of matching socks. You always tell each other when you’re wearing them so it makes it even more fun. Sometimes he will literally take his shoes off just to show you. On days he wears them, he’ll text you, “Wear the chickens today,” or “the dogs have dogs on them.” When he gets back from tour, you WILL be getting more socks from the places he’s been.

Jisung:

Matching phone cases. It would probably be a clear case, but you guys have matching stickers and Polaroids in them. If he’s ever overseas and needs a little pick me up, he can just look at the picture of you in the back of his phone. Sometimes he’ll even be dramatic to the other members saying, “I MISS MY WIFE!” He acts like you’re away at war or something. The other guys are so used to it by now.

Seungmin:

Matching nothing cuz he doesn’t want to (you guys have matching note books that he picked up in japan). He usually uses his for journaling/song writing, but whenever you have yours out, he’s doodling in it. Sometimes you wonder how some of the drawings got in there cuz you didn’t see him do it. Little do you know, sometimes he takes your journal and draws and leaves little messages so you can see them on a random Tuesday.

Jeongin:

You guys actually have a lot of matching stuff believe it or not. Whenever he buys something he thinks, “Oh Y/N would like this too.” Like that man picks up matching perfumes/colognes, hats, jackets, shoes, you name it. Whenever he posts his ootd on intsa, he makes sure he takes some pictures with you too, that’s why he has a new lock screen almost every week.

[purpdrawsthings]

Are We Still Friends In Every Universe? 💜💙

Of course we are.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Hihi everybody have this low effort edit lmao

This just floated around in my mind during school a few days ago, decided just now to make the vid.

SMG43 AUs are wild man. You can find a whole variety of them in all shapes and sizes 💥

Truly astounding ✨

Srry for the first and second image being low quality after I was not holding my camera properly and I do not want to do a retake

Anyways I'm just boutta yap about the vid because yes and yes.

First image - If you don't know, those two are my versions of SMG4 and 3! They both belong in my Purp's Crew AU. I cannonically make them lovers ofc, they so cute together I love them. Funni 4 thoughts while 3 tries his best to answer the question lmao.

Second image - This is from my Brainwashed AU! An AU where they work under Mr Puzzles as overworked employees 💜 4 is the most tired out of the crew, so he can break down easily. Thankfully, there's 3 to always keep him warm even in the dark. They consider them both as just friends but maybe it's more than that teehee

Third image @michaelscorneroftheinternet @dorriostareyes - The first featured AU in the video! The au belongs to both Micheal and Dorriostareyes =3 you can depict this as either the Change In Script AU or The Fallen! Wasn't really intended to depict two AUs but hey depicting two AUs by the two same people who make it is cool ig. This just shows how complex their relationship is hehe, I love angst.

Fourth image @theartistisme43 - THEMMMMM oh wait COUGH- gotta act professional... I had to add ✨them✨ cuz it's ✨them✨ ofc. We had to take a break from the depressed/angsty ones so have adorable couple. This is just to show that they can love each other in another universe [which was real lmao 💜]

Fifth image @grinnames - Godbox bois 💥 it's them, yes them ✨ guh I love them. Anyways, they're just there to show how they can be not necessarily friends but more or so frenemies.. Very complex bois... Tbh I think they lying /silly /jk anyways uh... Shoot my brain juice is running out AIYSIAHSIHX

Sixth image @jovialoddity - HELP I WAS AT SCHOOL WHEN DOODLING THIS SO I DIDN'T REMEMBER THEIR EXACT DESIGNS GUH. Anywaysssss I see them as being neutral together. No gay bois sadly /silly though I'm not really sure about that one sidhidhsudgdihxi it's not me who made the AU Jovi did so uhhhhh yeah if I got it wrong sowwy =D

Seventh image - Now for the last image, it's the two bois from my Circus Showman AU! Their relationship does go the same like my Purp's Crew AU but since SMG4 changed his direction to focus more on his circus thing 3 thought it was just weird and just didn't feel like joining what 4 was doing. That's where the relationship stopped. But ever since 4 came in back to personally invite him and persuade him, their relationship and gone back and slowly rising as the story continues. Their relationship is progressing much slower than the other AU, but they doin fine together hehe =3

Anyways I apologize if any of you couldn't understand a thing I said cuz as one of my traits I have the wonderful trait of not being able to explain stuff clearly without making it more complex than it should be.

Anyways I'm going to disappear before I start being lazy again so byeeee yeetus =3 💥💥💥

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

[kinda-indecisive]

｡･:*:･ﾟ Your Journal ﾟ･:*:･｡

How I imagine the reactions of the LaDS guys when they accidentally find a notebook you (MC) decorated the cover of with their name.

Part 3: The Caleb Edition!

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Caleb

~ ~ He is never going to take this for granted ~ ~

You showing up at his front door in Skyhaven not even a day after his return from the Deepspace Tunnel was a wonderful surprise.

Though you had had some major disagreements the first time you were in his home, after a handful of trips to Linkon City, you two had managed to close that gap between you. And though he had been terrified it wouldn’t be possible, you’ve even made some good memories in this house that completely redefined your friendship, your relationship, as a whole.

Therefore, when he drops into your room while you’re out, planning to toss your now empty laundry hamper onto your bed, only to catch a glimpse of the cover of a journal with his name on it tucked messily under your pillow… he is more than a little surprised.

He was used to finding little notes of yours in his things. And too many times had he found sticky notes attached to him proclaiming “Caleb is a dummy” and “Caleb is a big meanie”. Such notes had been so frequent during your childhood together that they rarely put him in a bad mood.

Now, however, things have changed between you two so much that he finds himself worried. 

He worries over whether you’ve been keeping tabs on him. You did something similar when you were kids; pretending to be a spy, you followed him around the house recording every little thing he did. Things like ‘Caleb is drinking orange juice this morning instead of apple juice’ and ‘Caleb is reading his favorite book about planes again! How boring.’ But nowadays, if you still felt the need to surveil him despite the conversations you’ve had…

Taking a deep breath, he pulls the corner of the notebook out further… then very nearly swoons.

Cheerfully tucking the journal under his arm, he saunters into the living room.

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When you return home, Caleb is in the kitchen surrounded by pots, pans, and an impossibly delicious aroma. Excitement bubbles up in your chest as you wonder what feast he’s prepared that requires so many dishes. 

“Well look who finally made it,” he teases, grinning as you walk in sheepishly.

“Sorry. The seminar lasted longer than expected. And then Tara wanted to get drinks.”

“It’s all good,” he waves his spatula dismissively, then, “Though… did you know I had to do five loads of laundry when you were out? And only one of those had any of my clothes in them.”

“You didn’t have to do all that,” you chirp, though your nerves suddenly shoot through the roof. Dismissing yourself quickly, you run into your room. Moving around the clean laundry on your bed, you search, beginning to panic when the thing you’re searching for fails to turn up. You’re about to flip the whole mattress over when the sound of someone clearing his throat behind you makes you turn around.

Standing against the doorframe, Caleb holds your journal in one hand, his eyes shining bright with so much mischief that you have no doubt your missing item has been located.

“You looking for something, pip-squeak?”

He dodges and spins around as you attempt to tackle him, grabbing you by the belt to steady you on your feet before you fall flat on your face.

“Caleb, you—!”

“Y’know, your art style hasn’t changed much since we were kids. And I guess I’ll forever be a grumpy little apple to you, won’t I?” he chuckles, “Though there is something different about these heart doodles and the way my name is written again and again and again…”

You manage to swipe the journal from him and shove it under your shirt for good measure. Pouting up at him, he continues to smile down at you until you feel your resolve start to crumble and you look away, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Anyway, pip-squeak. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes. I made all your favorites. You can consider this a celebratory feast. Though it’s up to you to decide what we’re celebrating.”

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Got around to completing this old prompt for Caleb! Hope y'all enjoyed it :D

Let me know if you ever want to join a taglist for any or all of the guys.

I'm also not opposed to fluff requests, though I am very much an inspiration-motivated writer and therefore might not get around to fulfilling them heh. It's not you, it's me (and I genuinely mean it lol).

taglist❤: @fallthelong

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MASTERLIST

[itzlazy9]

Some headcanons I have:

- Feyre carries a journal where she writes down what she has learned that day on how to be the High Lady of the Night Court (politics, economics, ...). She prefers visual notes, as in doodles or even sketches, to writing.

- Rhys teaches Feyre how to wrap and tug Nyx to sleep, so his wings that are still soft won't squeeze or deform. He learned this by watching her mother do it to her sister.

- Illyrian baby's sleep more than an average High Fae

- Elain uses baking as a way of relaxing herself when she has been overwhelmed, but when something goes wrong in the process she shuts down. Cerridwen and Nuala would clean the mess and lay down again all the ingredients so she could try again.

-Lucien loves to take a nap under a tree after lunch. He needs time alone in nature and sunlight. He couldn't enjoy this properly in the Human Lands, but now that he is back in the Spring Court, he goes to his favorite spot.

- Tamlin, in his beast form, would follow Lucien when he has his strolls, giving him space but just near enough to see him. He does it to assure himself that Lucien hasn't left and he is back "at home", after all, he misses him.

- Nyx loves playing with his father's power (night and stars) and Azriel's shadows

- When Gwyn successfully sleeps on those nights haunted by flashbacks or nightmares, she hugs tightly a pillow, imagining its Catrin as a way of comforting herself.

- Emerie is reluctant to physical affection after many years of abuse, but she does love it when Nesta touches her hair, showing her how she does her iconic hairstyle. It transports her to the moments she shared with her mum. She feels safe.

-Eris and Lady of Autumn have at least a weekly stroll outside The Forest House, sometimes just in silence (too many eyes watching them), and other times they have transcendental conversations. Eris hounds are always near.

- Eris has saved and secured Lucien's weapons, the ones he used to practice with before Beron had destroyed anything related to him. From time to time, Eris would clean and sharpen these weapons for him, waiting for the day his brother would use them again.

I have more... so part 1?

[wakayrd]

Ya know, looking at that scary ass way Act 5 Sif was looking at CC Sif, I'm actually curious how an interaction between him and CC's Party would go, and the idea of him going "Lost One" on them all...

Teehee!!! Thinking about it… I can’t imagine Act 5 lashing out physically at any form of their family. Plus this version of their family… is weaker! Yes, there’s still sadnesses in the world but coming across one is rare, so mostly their strength is from being normal people, not fighting all the time. Act 5 Sif could easily KO them in one hit. The only way I see them lashing out is if they think that they’re going to get hurt somehow, to get away from them or by pure accident. I think if they have met CC Sif, they know the rest of the CC party is not their party. Act 5 wants to get away from them- the worst part is CC’s Mirabelle and Isabeau are clearly worried about Act 5 Siffrin, and even ask if they’re okay- it’s scary being in a new place suddenly. Act 5 just wants to get away from them- they’re dead set on their mission and need to get that done. These actors- both literally and figuratively - don’t matter in the very end. 

If they haven’t met CC Sif, they may not know that’s their party. I feel like they’d act more like a lost animal, seeing them on stage. Wanting to hide in the seats before they’re caught- knowing they were caught and still hiding. They think Act 5 is their Siffrin, and ask if he’s okay (and if he has any notes). Meanwhile CC Siffrin is sitting in the back and is coming out like “? you called me?” … then who is that intruder in the audience? Hm…..  Investigating will not make things better.

Actually, Act 5 may lash out, thinking about it. >:) here's a little doodle because I love drawing Siffrin!

For curtain call in general I do still want to work on it I just have other projects I need to work on right now. I still think about curtain call a LOT I promise >:) I have some little doodles sitting around here :)

[kooffeecup]

THIS IS US ( 2 ) ֪ ׂ𖥔 𓏲

ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗᵃⁿᵍˡᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʲᵉᵒⁿ ʲᵘⁿᵍᵏᵒᵒᵏ-ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢʰᵃʳᵖ ᵉᵈᵍᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵠᵘⁱᵉᵗ ʳᵉˢᵗʳᵃⁱⁿᵗ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒʳˡᵈˢ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ. A ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗᵉⁿˢⁱᵒⁿ, ˡᵒⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵗ ᵍᵒ.

ᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍ : ˢʰʸ ⁿᵉʳᵈ ʲᵘⁿᵍᵏᵒᵒᵏ ˣ ᵇᵒˡᵈ ʸ/ⁿ.

ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ : ���ˡᵘᶠᶠ, ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ , ʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ

ˢᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : ᵒⁿᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ( ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ )

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ : 02

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The dorm hallway was silent save for the flicker of faulty fluorescent lights. Jungkook sat cross-legged on his narrow bed, highlighters strewn around him like confetti, his laptop casting a blue glow on his face. Rain pattered against the window, blurring the neon sign of the 24-hour convenience store across the street. He’d just pulled his sweater sleeves over his hands a nervous habit when a sharp knock shattered the quiet. He considered ignoring it, but the knocking turned to banging.

“Delivery for Jeon Jungkook!”  

He froze. That voice.

As he open the door, his throat went dry, You leaned against the doorframe, drenched from the storm, your leather jacket glistening under the hallway light. In one hand, you held two paper cups of coffee; in the other, a battered notebook dripping rainwater. Your hair clung to your cheeks, mascara smudged like inkblots beneath your eyes. “You’re impossible to find,” you said, shaking water off your boots. “Who the hell lives on the ninth floor without an elevator?”  

Jungkook stared. “Wh-what are you doing here?”  

“You said you study late.” You shoved a coffee into his hands. “Black, right? No sugar, no cream just existential dread in a cup.”  

He blinked. “How did you…?” 

“You muttered it during lab when Hoseok offered you a latte.” You kicked off your boots and barged in, surveying his Spartan room: textbooks stacked like a fortress, sticky notes plastered to the walls, a single framed photo of his family back in Busan. “Cozy,” you deadpanned, spreading your notes across his floor. “Now, explain glycolysis to me like I’m five.”  

Your notes were chaos doodles of snakes wearing graduation caps, margin rants about professors, and a detailed sketch of Jungkook mid-lecture, his glasses askew. He pointed to a diagram, his finger trembling slightly. “So, glucose splits into pyruvate, which creates ATP…”  

You leaned in, your damp hair brushing his arm. “And ATP is…?”  

“Energy. For cells.”  

“Like caffeine for biologists?”  

He huffed a laugh, the sound startling them both. You grinned, victorious.  

Hours blurred. You asked questions with a razor-sharp curiosity, connecting metabolic pathways to philosophy “So if mitochondria are the powerhouse, are they the Nietzsche of the cell?”. Jungkook found himself talking more than he ever had, his sentences gaining steam under her focused gaze.  

Then your knee bumped his under the makeshift desk, his overturned laundry basket. He jerked back, knocking over a highlighter.  

“Your ears,” you said, smirking. “They turn red when you’re flustered.”  

“I’m not—”  

“Liar.” You reached out, your fingertip grazing the shell of his ear. He sucked in a breath. “Cute.”  

The air thickened. Jungkook’s pulse roared in his ears.  

A sudden crash of thunder made them jump. You laughed, breaking the spell. “Relax, genius. I don’t bite.” Unless you want me to, your eyes teased.  

—

They stepped outside at 2 a.m., the rain reduced to a drizzle. Your motorcycle was parked crookedly next to a dumpster, its chrome gleaming under a streetlamp. Jungkook hovered awkwardly, clutching his empty coffee cup.  

“Thanks,” he mumbled. “For… studying.”  

“Anytime.” You swung your leg over the bike, then paused. “Hey, you ever ridden one of these?”  

“N-no.”  

“You should.” Your smirk softened. “Might loosen you up.”  

Before he could reply, headlights cut through the dark. A sleek black motorcycle roared up, its rider flipping up his visor to reveal Jake’s sharp grin. “YN. Miss me?”  

Jungkook’s stomach dropped.  

“Like a toothache,” You shot back, but your shoulders tensed. 

Jake’s gaze slid to Jungkook. “Who’s this?”  

“My tutor.” You revved your engine, a clear dismissal.  

Jake laughed. “Since when do you need tutors?” He leaned closer, voice lowering. “You know where to find me if you want real help.”  

Jungkook’s fists clenched. Your knuckles whitened on your handlebars. “Get lost, Jake.”  

He saluted, winking at Jungkook. “Better keep up, kid.” The bike snarled as he peeled away. You didn’t look back. “See you tomorrow,” You called over your shoulder, vanishing into the fog.  

Back in his room, Jungkook stared at the coffee stain on his desk a perfect ring, like a planetary orbit. His phone buzzed.  

Unknown Number : Hey, it’s YN. Lost my chem notes in your dungeon. Save them for me?

He saved your number, thumb hovering over the keyboard.  

Jungkook : They’re safe.

YN : Good. Don’t let them corrupt your pristine world.

YN : Thanks for tonight.

He didn’t sleep. The ghost of your laughter echoed in the hum of the mini-fridge, the scent of your perfume clinging to his sheets. A storm brewing both outside and inside his heart.

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[losernb]

A Stray's Promise (Part 4)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

A/N: Idk how many parts this is gonna go on for ngl guys... welp I think you guys might enjoy this one (Teehee >3<) also should I post this on ao3???

Your room isn’t massive, but for the Undercity, it’s a damn good space. The walls are covered in a chaotic collage of memories—photographs, scraps of old notes, torn posters, and little trinkets pinned or taped up like pieces of a story only you could understand. Some spots even have doodles drawn directly on the walls, messy but meaningful.

Sevika scans the room, taking it all in, her eyes landing on a particular photograph. It’s of you at twelve years old, stuffing your face with cake, cheeks full and frosting smeared across your chin.

She smirks. “This you?”

You glance over and immediately recognize the picture. You lean against the wall next to her, smiling as you let the memory play in your mind like an old reel.

“Vander made me a birthday cake, the first one I’d had in a while. It wasn’t even my birthday,” you chuckle lightly. “When he heard my birthday had just passed, he threw me a whole party.” You sigh and push yourself up from the wall. 

Sevika frowns, turning her head toward you. “Wait, what?”

You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Guess he felt bad when he found out, so he threw me a party anyway. Cake, candles—the whole thing. Even got Silco to show up and pretend he wasn’t annoyed for a few hours.” You shake your head, laughing. “That was the first time I really felt like I had a family again.”

Sevika stays quiet, staring at the picture like she’s trying to piece something together.

“Sounds nice,” she murmurs.

You nudge her with your elbow, snapping her out of it. “You can laugh at my dumb pictures later,” You say, heading over to the dresser on the other side of the room. “My body is killin’ me so I’m gonna go shower. I don’t know what all you’ve got in that bag but if you need something to wear for the night just grab whatever.”

Sevika raises an eyebrow. “What, you just trust me to pick something?”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t have much you can mess up. Just grab a shirt and some sweats or whatever.”

Sevika smirks, stepping toward the dresser. “What if I pick something ridiculous? Like that fancy-looking jacket over there?”

You scoff. “That’s not sleepwear, that’s for looking cool. Try again.”

She hums in thought, opening a drawer and pulling out an old, oversized T-shirt with a half-faded logo on it. “What about this?”

You blink. “That’s… actually my favorite shirt.”

Sevika grins, tossing it over her shoulder. “Oh? Even better.”

You groan, already heading to the bathroom. “Fine, fine. Just make sure you don’t drool all over it in your sleep.”

“No promises,” she teases, settling onto your bed like she already belongs there.

You shake your head with a laugh before closing the bathroom door behind you, leaving Sevika still smirking to herself.

While you shower, Sevika tries to settle down but her mind is racing.The reality of her new situation is sinking in—she’s here, she’s safe, and for the first time in a long while, she doesn’t have to look over her shoulder. She takes down her ponytail, letting her hair fall past her shoulders. She rolls her shoulders and removes her shoes, neatly placing them beside your dresser before letting herself wander around the room.

She continues to explore the things around your room.  There are pictures—some old, some newer—capturing glimpses of laughter, mischief, and moments frozen in time. Some faces she recognizes, others she doesn’t. A few notes and scraps of paper are pinned here and there, little pieces of your life scattered like a puzzle.

Her eyes land on a particularly ridiculous picture of you: mid-laugh, mouth open, food falling off your fork. She chuckles, shaking her head.

"Real graceful, Stray," she mutters under her breath, still smirking.

She keeps looking, fingers ghosting over objects, making silent notes to ask you about certain things later.

She's so focused that she doesn’t hear the bathroom door open. She doesn’t notice you behind her, fresh out of the shower, towel-dried hair slightly messy. You place a hand on her shoulder—

Sevika yelps, body reacting before her mind can catch up. In a blink, she whips around, shoving you back with pure instinct.

You stumble back, landing on your bed with an oof.

“Shit- Stray I’m so sorry!” Sevika practically lunges forward, kneeling beside you, her hands hovering over you like she’s afraid she actually broke something. "Are you okay? I didn’t mean to—"

You groan but brush her off. “Damn Sevika, you’re strong as hell.” You slowly sit up, wincing from the pain of your injuries flaring up.

Sevika’s face twists with guilt, her eyes darting away. “I didn’t mean to do that…” Her voice is quiet again.

“Note to self, don’t sneak up on ya..” You mutter, rubbing the back of your neck. “Don’t worry about me, I was planning on laying down anyway.” You reassure her, sitting up against your pillows. 

She doesn’t respond right away, still looking anywhere but at you. Her fingers twitch against the fabric of her pants, jaw tight like she’s beating herself up over it.

You reach over, placing your hand over hers. She flinches slightly at the contact but doesn’t pull away.

"Hey, I mean it." Your voice is firm, and when she still won’t look at you, you gently tilt her chin up so her gaze meets yours. "I’m fine. Promise."

Sevika searches your face, as if trying to find any sign of dishonesty, but all she sees is sincerity. After a moment, she nods slightly, exhaling some of the tension in her shoulders.

"Go shower," you say, a little softer now. "We’ll get some sleep when you’re done, alright?"

She hesitates for a second longer before finally standing up, giving you one last glance.

"Yeah… alright."

She heads toward the bathroom, and you can’t help but smile as you watch her go. 

Sevika locks the bathroom door behind her and leans against it, exhaling shakily. The adrenaline from earlier is fading, leaving behind a knot in her chest that won’t unravel. She clenches her fists, staring at her reflection in the small, cracked mirror above the sink.

Her own eyes look foreign to her—tired, guarded, but beneath it all, something else. Something raw.

She turns the water on, letting the steam rise as she pulls off her shirt, catching sight of the bruises scattered along her arms and torso. Some fresh, some faded, each one a story she doesn’t want to tell.

The weight of it all crashes down at once.

She grips the edge of the sink, her breath shuddering. She shouldn’t feel this way. She got out. She’s here. She’s safe. But the fear—the exhaustion—it lingers. The idea that someone actually wants her here, that they’d offer her a place to stay without expecting anything in return, it’s overwhelming in a way she can’t process.

Her shoulders shake. Her vision blurs. She presses a hand over her mouth as the sobs force their way up, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. She doesn’t even try to stop them.

Minutes pass.

When she finally steps under the water, she lets it wash over her, trying to drown out the ache in her chest. But even after she scrubs her face, after she takes deep, slow breaths, the evidence remains.

When she emerges from the bathroom, towel still draped around her neck, her eyes are still red-rimmed, her face blotchy. She doesn’t say anything at first, just stands there for a moment, uncertain.

You sit up slightly, eyes scanning her face. Your teasing remark about her taking forever dies on your lips when you take in the lingering dampness on her cheeks, the way she avoids your gaze.

Without a word, you shift over, patting the space beside you. An invitation.

Sevika hesitates, but then, with a quiet exhale, she walks over and sits down next to you.

“I’m fine,” she mutters, voice hoarse, betraying her.

You raise an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Didn’t say you weren’t. Just said to sit your ass down.”

There’s a beat of silence, then Sevika lets out a quiet, shaky breath before stepping forward. She sits next to you, her shoulders still tense, hands gripping the towel in her lap like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded.

You nudge her lightly with your knee. “Wanna talk about it?”

She swallows hard, staring at the floor. “No,” she admits. “Not yet.”

You nod, as if that answer is enough. “Alright.”

For a moment, neither of you speak. The only sound is the faint dripping of water from her hair onto her shirt. You glance at her again, then without thinking, you reach up and start gently rubbing the towel against her damp strands, trying to dry it off.

She tenses at first, then sighs and lets you do it. “You don’t have to—”

“Shut up,” you cut in, a smirk playing at your lips. “Let me take care of you for once.”

Sevika snorts lightly, shaking her head, but she doesn’t pull away. She just sits there, letting you fuss over her like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

After a while, you toss the towel aside and lean back against your pillows. “You’re staying, y’know,” you say, voice softer now. “Not just for a night. Not just until things settle. You’ve got a place here, Sev.”

She presses her lips together, her throat tightening again. She wants to say something—anything—to tell you how much that means. But all that comes out is a quiet, “Yeah.”

You don’t push her for more. You just offer her a small smile before reaching over and flipping off the bedside lamp.

“Alright, get comfy,” you say, stretching out under the covers. “I move a lot in my sleep, so if you wake up with an elbow in your face… sorry in advance.”

Sevika huffs a quiet laugh, lying down beside you.

Sevika shifts under the covers again, trying to find a position that feels right, but the bed is softer than she’s used to. Too soft. She’s spent too many nights on stiff mattresses, in cold, empty spaces, where sleep never came easy. But here? It feels safe.

She’s not sure what to do with that feeling.

She turns her head slightly, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye. You’re sprawled out in the most ungraceful way—one arm thrown above your head, the other tucked under your pillow. Your shirt has ridden up just enough to expose a sliver of skin, and Sevika quickly looks away before her thoughts can betray her.

A smirk tugs at your lips. “Comfy?”

She scoffs, rolling onto her side to face away from you. “You wish.”

You chuckle, voice drowsy and warm. “C’mon, admit it. You like being here.”

Sevika huffs, staring at the ceiling. “It’s not awful.”

“That’s basically a love confession coming from you.”

Your teasing tone makes her roll her eyes, but the words still settle somewhere deep inside her chest, somewhere she can’t quite reach. She isn’t used to this—to lightness, to warmth, to someone teasing her without malice.

After a pause, she hears you shift, propping yourself up on your elbow. She doesn’t have to look to know you’re watching her. The way the air shifts, the way your body angles slightly toward hers—she can feel it.

“Y’know,” you say softly, “you’ve got a nice face when you’re not scowling all the time.”

Sevika scoffs, turning her head slightly toward you. “The hell kind of compliment is that?”

“A true one.”

And then you do something unexpected. You reach out, brushing a strand of her damp hair back behind her ear. It’s a small thing, a simple thing, but it makes her chest tighten. She’s used to rough touches, to fleeting gestures done out of necessity. But this? This is slow. This is deliberate.

Your fingers linger just near her cheek, just for a moment, and she swears she leans into it before she even realizes.

“See?” you murmur. “Told you.”

Sevika doesn’t know what to say. For once, she’s at a loss for words. The silence stretches between you, not uncomfortable, just… charged. You’re looking at her in a way that makes her feel exposed, like you can see through the cracks she’s tried so hard to seal shut.

Her pulse kicks up, and before she can think better of it, she shoves your shoulder—not too hard, but enough to make you laugh as you fall back onto your pillow.

“Go to sleep, Stray,” she mutters, rolling onto her back again.

You grin up at the ceiling, rubbing your shoulder dramatically. “Yeah, yeah. Night, Sev.”

She exhales, long and slow. “Night.” And as she lets herself relax, feeling the warmth of your presence beside her, she realizes—maybe she really does like being here. Maybe she likes you a little too much.

[sanctuary-sonic-au]

Here's a question.

What would happen if suddenly Maria's life was in danger? Of course I mean any type of way you consider to be dangerous.

-D

First of all, it really depends on what she’s in danger from.

(Most of) all the animals care about Maria because she’s very kind to them and can see the good in everyone (even ones most of the staff dislike or distrust, heck she’s even reformed a few evil ones like Infinite before) so the animals would probably do their best to protect/defend her if any danger came (as well as protect other staff they care about which includes a lot of people, like Chris, Gerald, or the Wachowskis to name a few).

Shadow is especially protective of her (naturally) and has his Doom Form (which can fly, is huge, and has doom powers) so I’d say whatever danger she finds herself in… She is very well protected.

That is unless Shadow meets his match or something like maybe Mephiles? I plan for Mephiles’ crystal-looking form to mirror Shadow’s Doom Form (so he can rival him in power because of that.). But again, he’d have a bunch of other super powered animals to help him (like Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Blaze, Silver, Infinite, and MANY MANY MORE) if that ever were to happen.

One thing is for sure though, there is no Ark Disaster in this AU because if any of the Staff (including Maria) died… Ohhhh boy…. It would NOT end well for GUN…

(Sorry I rushed this doodle a bit lol)

[psilliguykai]

Boy why you [all] so white

Anyways! Uhhhh yeah William’s Wanton Weary Wiles designs. Or Something. I debated giving them each their own post but none of them deserve it. I couldn’t figure out how to make it Not A Total Mess lol soooo here we are! Individuals with some more info under the cut.

Ooohhh they gross me out so bad. Both in the /aff way but also in the “oooohh I really don’t like how this turned out” way lmao- but! I finished the lineart before I started disliking it and promised myself I wouldn’t keep waffling on the sketch so they’re. They’re DONE alright they’re DONE [<- still trying to convince himself]

All the colors [especially the skin tones because oof I really. Don’t know how to handle that apparently. I mean like they’re meant to be white but I’m not sure if they should be That white lol ANYWAYS] aren’t too strict and I’ll probably fuck around w them depending on the mood of the post, etc. just a loose guide ig :]

If their designs ever get updated, this post will be updated as well ^^ i was gonna hyperlink the master doc but tumblr is kinda hating me rn and Not Letting Me Do That so uhhh . Look up wwww au in my blog and scroll to the bottom for background I guess [I’m so sorry] 😭😭😭

Ok ok here they are

Jimmy

- you can tell I take this very seriously /silly

- The shortest/smallest, but arguably the strongest of the trio [just by a little].

- Patterns and striped parts are based on the EIAL cover + the tapeworm.

Al

- what it says in the ref tbh. Just kinda a normal guy [in appearance anyways] who dresses way too formally and doesn’t get enough sunlight or sleep. :]

- I feel like he’s kind of very fucking ugly but I’ve given up on trying to fix it 😭

- Tallest by a little and best posture by a lot.

- essentially just the outfit from the TNA cover if it was blue lol

- sorryyy no automaton freak :((( big fan of robot Mind designs, but Al is just. Different to me

Mr. Capgras

- He gets scissors in place of a trident because I thought that could be neat :] when he pulls them out of the halo they get noteably larger and sharper. Tbh it mostly just uses them for normal scissor stuff + violent threats sometimes.

- Patterns depicted here are based on the body paint from the Self-ish album cover. In this ref they’re the hmsw colors, but could technically kinda be anything. They’re super inconsistent, both in canon and also because. Trying to keep up the same patterns every time I draw him would be torture :’]

- Most intimidating/strongest-looking. Middle in height, and worst in posture. Sleep deprived, somewhat empty and bitter but still hopeful and surprisingly optimistic.

- I’d like to think if his socks are ever shown, they’d have the same patterns as his gloves n stuff :3

- This isn’t a design thing at all but I’ll probably be referring to him more as Cotard as I feel it fits best. However, he’s formally known as Mr. Capgras since it would make the official acronym for these three “JAM”, which I think is a neat and completely accidental reference to Jamface :)) completely arbitrary yeahhh but it’s my AU and I’ll include all the obscure references I want in it >:3

- dw about the oversized Cotard’s Solution doodle it’s just there as another ref for how the scissors work lol

Fanart is super duper appreciated but absolutely not needed !! Asks either directly to [<- in this case I’d respond in character{s} depending on the ask] or about these characters/this AU are also always very welcome ^^

William Racheal McSprout Himself will be getting his own post when he’s completed :]

[farmersfieldwolf]

me trying to figure out these two katabasis monsters like- skipping the majority of queue mainly cause i think this little image is cute

adding things in from my morning sketching, one from the yesterday cause i think they contextualise themselves i unno

so deliciously tragic in which the only person you love is also kind of the worst and keeping the horrifying secret that you're trapped in a decaying time loop in which you become a world eater at the end every time. may or may not involve dream eating demons don't know yet

anyways the doodle comic below has a mild suicide reference so it's below the cut- nothing graphic but figured that was the place to put it?

does this even happen? i dunno yet just trying to figure out how they speak to each other- throwing them against the wall to what sticks between them

goobers, silly little nonliving things- my favourite shapes. i find it genuinely hilarious that so far their relationship is so much more toxic than narinder and the lamb as it's based entirely on a lie so that's fun. will they work through it? honestly rn i dunno there's a huge possibility that the answer is no they will always end up hating each other in the end, at least vale does rn

because how cruel to build everything on the lie that you don't know you're causing the terrible thing to another person; that you only have so long before they hate you again. their song is uhhh- not as happy as narinder and the lamb's. just two not quite people trapped in an endless horrifying purgatory of madness

Maybe this time it'll be different, but it never has been before

they're going to tear reality asunder

[misakiisstupid]

Damian Wayne and the Unstoppable Art Club Adoption™

Let’s be clear here: Damian Wayne is not a people person. Not even close. He’s a trained assassin, a gifted martial artist, and a son of the Bat. His social skills are basically non-existent, his patience with others is razor-thin, and he doesn’t do the whole “friendship” thing. Nope. Not his scene.

But you know what’s worse than trying to make friends? Being really good at something and having people latch onto you for that thing like an unbreakable vice grip. And that’s exactly what happens when Damian accidentally joins the most chaotic, unfiltered group of misfits—Art Club.

It all started on a random Tuesday. Damian, in his usual “I hate everything and everyone” mood, decided to doodle in the back of his history notebook because, well, he couldn’t concentrate. This wasn’t some generic, half-hearted sketch either. No, this was Damian Wayne-level talent. Intricate, beautiful, dark, and emotionally charged. The kind of thing that would make anyone who looked at it go, "Wow, that’s... that’s actually incredible."

Enter the Art Club.

A bunch of eccentric, weirdly enthusiastic high schoolers who live, breathe, and bleed art. They don’t care that Damian’s a billionaire’s kid. They don’t care that he’s the child of Gotham’s biggest crime-fighting family. They don’t care that he looks like a miniature Bat and always walks around like he’s perpetually irritated. Nope. All they care about is the fact that this kid can draw like his life depends on it.

One of them, an overly enthusiastic girl with brightly colored hair and way too much energy, peers over his shoulder as Damian’s scribbling away.

Art Club Girl: "Whoa. This is amazing! Like, amazing amazing. You’re one of us now."

Damian, barely looking up from his sketch, mutters under his breath: “I don’t know who you are, but I don’t want to—”

Art Club Girl (interrupting): “Nope. Too late. You’re ours now. Art Club rules. You draw, you’re in. Simple as that.”

Before Damian can even process what just happened, she's already dragging him across the room.

“What are you doing?! I don’t want—”

“Too bad, you’re coming with us!” she says, practically beaming. And that’s how Damian Wayne—the Damian Wayne—ends up getting kidnapped by a bunch of weirdly artsy teenagers who are completely immune to his “I hate everything and everyone” aura.

It doesn’t matter how many times Damian glares at them or threatens to punch someone in the face. Art Club is persistent. They drag him to their meetings. They invite him to all their random after-school��creative activities (which always seem to involve a lot of glitter, paint, and weirdly chaotic energy). They give him the space to draw, but also force him to hang out with them.

One day, after the most intense art critique session (in which Damian had drawn a somber portrait of a wolf, looking tragically lonely), they all decide to do an impromptu after-school outing.

Art Club Leader (a guy with a mohawk and an apron full of paint): “Hey, Damian, time to go! We’re hitting the skate park to paint some cool murals—get your stuff!”

Damian tries to resist, tries to glare them all into submission, but it’s no use. The moment the word “skate park” is mentioned, Art Club pulls up in a beat-up van, full of spray paint cans and snacks, and they just drag him along like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Damian, fists clenched, glaring out the window as they head toward their destination, thinks to himself, I will never forgive any of you for this.

But it’s too late. They’re all too in his face, too bright, too cheerful, and too insistent. Art Club doesn’t let him sulk or sit on the sidelines. No, no—they demand his presence.

And when Damian tries to slip away for some “training” or “superhero business” (because surely being an assassin is way more important than this), Art Club doesn’t even flinch.

They just show up at the Wayne Manor, walk right past Alfred like it’s nothing, cheerfully wave goodbye to the dumbfounded Batfamily members who are watching, and then cart Damian away like a loyal, unwilling puppy.

Dick: “Uh, Damian? You’re—”

Art Club Girl: “Bye, Bruce’s kid! We’re just taking him to the art studio to make some murals!”

Jason (whispering to Tim): “Okay, I just—what the hell?”

Tim (staring in disbelief): “How is this a thing?!”

“Hey, where’s Damian?” Bruce asks as he strolls into the room.

“He’s with the Art Club. They took him.”

Bruce blinks, utterly confused. “...The what?”

Dick (sighing deeply): “It’s best you don’t ask.”

The Unavoidable Conclusion:

Damian Wayne might’ve thought he could escape the unrelenting force that is Art Club, but he was wrong. They are persistent. They are everywhere. They are immune to his glare, his threats, and his all-encompassing “I’m too cool for you” vibe. They have adopted him into their chaotic fold, and he is absolutely stuck.

Whether it’s painting murals, attending art exhibits, or even just having random existential debates over coffee (which usually ends with Damian scowling at the fact that they are asking deep questions while covered in paint), there’s no escape for him.

And if he tries to leave? They’ll just drag him back.

Because in the end, Damian Wayne may be an assassin, but he’s no match for the sheer power of an art club that knows how to love a brooding artist whether he likes it or not.