#wally hurts my soul

[messenger-of-babel]

Hello, I was hoping you take requests. If you do, can I please request one with Nightwing where the reader is his best friend and she gets kidnapped by the Joker and is badly hurt and how he deals with it? Thank you very much!

I Told You So

Summary: Dick remembers the risks of befriending civilians when you disappear one day.

Word Count: 2.7K

Notes: Dear anon, I hope that you still hang around my blog, and I'm so sorry this took so long to get to you after angstober. I had so many other ways to take the themes, but I opted for a more subtle approach. I hope it is close to what you were looking for. 💙

I'm working through my requests! I love getting these in my inbox so for everyone that has sent one, please know that I LOVE seeing these prompts and I plan to do all of them. Warnings for graphic descriptions of injuries and violence and a slightly shaky fic. Getting back into the swing of things! (Also want to say I went back through my blog and re-read every comment and reblog tags that people have left and I love that people love my work so much.)

Reblogging will summon Nightwing to be your Valentines this year! 💙💙💙

Love RiRi <3

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Dick had told himself not to be friends with civilians way back when he had started being a vigilante. It had been a quiet sentence that he had uttered to himself in the depths of his mind, and one that was overshadowed by his personality at every moment from then. It was almost like a defunct rule that just sat there for the sake of playing on his conscious.

 By nature, he was too outgoing, too eager to involve himself in the community and connect with the people that he fought for. He wanted to help the kids at the orphanage when he made trips with Bruce, he wanted to talk to those gathered around food trucks getting cheap meals because their apartments had been destroyed in last week’s bad clash with Scarecrow. He wanted that connection, which let him keep Dick Grayson away from the suit. The suit that called to him like a siren. If he wasn't careful, he'd end up just like Bruce, a shattered reflection unable to distinguish who was looking back at him at the end of the day. Another martyr who had sacrificed his soul and let the kevlar devour him wholly.

So, when he hung out with you, he was Dick. You reminded him that he was Dick Grayson, and the pressure that sat in his chest always eased. You had met when he took Haley in for her shots, a dimly lit vet clinic with underpaid staff and underfunded equipment.

"Sorry about that." you chuckle, head dipping down to nod at your own dog, who was pulling at the lead to get to Haley. Dick waved it off, laughing as he relaxed the lead in his hand. Haley ran circles around your golden labrador, tail wagging in excitement. Your hands brushed and fumbled with each other as you tried to awkwardly untangle the leads, pulling your dog’s apart when you could.

"Don't worry, Haley gets excited too." he smiles, crouching down to pet your own pup. He stares at Dick with black glossy eyes, tail waving back and forth as he tries to lick Dick's face, making him laugh. "What's the name?"

"Darty." you smile back, your companion turning his head back to look at you as he hears his name. "He's a good boy." you coo, rubbing his head. Dick scratches behind his ears before Haley gets jealous, nipping at the sleeves of his navy jacket with a whine.

"Ah, ah, gentle. I love you too." he laughs, a hand on each dog to keep them happy.

From then on you two had bonded over walks int he dog park and afternoon coffee while your canine friends played tug of war in front of your bench. It was hard to find people he considered friends, much less his best one. He was best friends with Wally still, and he was the person Dick went to when he was having troubles in his vigilante life. When he couldn’t take the stress of watching Bruce have another episode, something that was beginning to frequent more and more. He went to Wally when he needed favours called in, and he was stuck in bed with bruising so bad he looked like he’d picked a fight with a semi-truck (although Bane really felt like that at times).  But with you, he could talk about things that annoyed him. He could complain about little things, like how the coffee shop on the corner near his apartment didn't taste the same now that they changed management, or the fact that the rain had brought even more potholes to the Gotham streets, making driving a nightmare. Sometimes Dick fell so deep into those conversations with you, wrapped up in the way that you laughed or nodded along, that some days he thought he himself was an ordinary civilian.

But there were times like these that the little sentence came back from the corner of his mind that he pushed it into.

Where it came taunting him in that sing song voice, saying 'I told you so'.

Where he was reminded why he had tried to make the rule against befriending citizens.

He had noticed when you didn't make the puppy play date on Thursday like usual, Haley sitting sadly like her owner as they both waited for their friends. He had sent a quick text, 'Are you ok??' but wrote it off that there was just a good chance that you were sick, considering the flu that had swept your workplace the week before.

So, the civilian in Dick gave it the benefit of the doubt.

The next day you still hadn't responded, despite Dick knowing that you didn't work the Fridays. He rolled over, checking his phone with blurry eyes to see no new messages on his notification centre. He had had a rough patrol the night before and his muscles ached from misjudging a rooftop and landing harshly, so he let himself sleep in. You would surely respond later when you had time, and if you really were sick then he knew you wouldn't be awake till past noon.

So, the civilian in Dick rolled back over and caught up on sleep from the night shift.

However, when Saturday hit, he got the notice from Bruce that he was needed. Dick had spent the day in increased worry, knocking at your door around lunchtime only to receive no answer. The road was bumpy as he drove the bike back to the manor, wheels hitting potholes too wide to avoid properly. His frown deepened when he finally made it back to the manor, spotting Jason's bike out the front too. He dismounted, shaking the light rain from his hair. The dusk was being quickly swallowed by Gotham's signature rain clouds, so he shoved his hands in his pockets and hurried inside, greeting Alfred on his way down to the cave.

The sentence popped up in the forefront of his mind as he took sight of everyone in the cave.

 Bruce turned from the Bat computer, already in suit and cowl. Stephanie sat to his left; hip propped up against a table. Tim was suited up, still focused on the strings of numbers and texts flashing across the bat computer screen.

"Glad to see you could make it." Jason says gruffly, brushing past him. He was still in his riding gear, hair tousled from the helmet. Dick nods back, a flash of understanding passing through the two brothers.

"What's the situation?" he asks, coming to stand behind Tim's chair, next to Bruce.

"Mass kidnapping." Bruce says, eyes hard and trained on the computer screen.

"Culprit?"

"Joker." Jason fills in, voice distant as he changes on the other side of the room.

"It's pretty bad. Batman and I were investigating a disappearance, but it turns out there was a whole string prior. and now…" he says, tapping the space bar and the screen fills with faces.

"Now we've got twenty gone." Steph fills in, glancing sadly at the screen. "He's been playing a game, and we're losing."

Red crosses begin to flicker across some of the portraits floating in front of him, making him cringe. There were students, professors, and blue-collar workers. Some who seemed to work in an office, some who clearly worked outside. He scanned each face with an X, feeling the pain behind the implications. That's when he froze, and that's when that sentence came back stronger than ever.

I told you so.

He felt a slight tremor in his hand before he clenched it into a fist. His mouth was dry, guilt coursing through him. Maybe it was a rage, maybe it was a sadness. Dick honestly didn’t know how to untangle his emotions in this moment. He just knew that one of those faces up there was you, thankfully free from an X but there, nonetheless.

And the vigilante in Dick died a little inside.

"It’s not his MO." he says tensely. "Doesn't he want the attention of the Batman? It's not like him to do things in the background without announcing himself." he has to croak out, making Tim give him a curious side glance. His younger brother was always smarter than anyone ever gave him credit for.

"I think he's learnt how to self-entertain." Jason hums, appearing at his side with a sour expression. "He's gearing up for something big. Something to lord over the Bat."

"And we aren't going to let that happen." Bruce spoke up, voice stern. "Everyone here is to locate missing civilians while Red Robin and I track down Joker. We need to clear the field of potential casualties. Understood?"

Everyone nodded, but no one understood as painfully as Dick.

When the group broke up to get started, he called you again. It hurt twice as much knowing that the reason you weren't picking up is because that sick bastard had you somewhere. Because he had gotten too comfortable as a civilian that he failed you as a vigilante. If he hadn't given the benefit of the doubt, maybe you'd be here and safe. Maybe if he hadn't rolled over and gone back to sleep, he could have used that time trying to find you instead. If he had done his job, then none of this would have happened.

And maybe that would have been worth being consumed by the suit.

When he does find your signal, his heart nearly leaps from his chest. Everyone else had already entered the field, scouring buildings and known hideouts to just find anyone from the GPD missing persons list. Not Dick. Dick needed to get you back specifically. If there was any benefit to having a vigilante as a best friend, is that he would tear the city apart trying to find you. The downsides being that because of him you were lost in the first place. He sent the location to his phone and races from the manor, adrenaline making his head spin. He takes a car, not trusting himself to slow down on the corners enough to take the bike.

The GPS takes him to a building by the docks, normally active during the day but abandoned in the night. He parks a half block away as to not draw attention and slings his escrima sticks on his back, tugging them once to make sure that they were secure. He scales the shipping containers nearby and slinks out of sight of the security cameras, each muscle in his body primed to flex and twist on command. He balances on a high beam inside the main warehouse, pulling up his wrist where the red flashing dot of your phone blinked at him. He would probably have to buy you a new phone, considering the backdoor program he ran through your signal to track it made it virtually unusable.

He scanned the area, hairs on the back of his neck tingling at the lack of goons or suspiciously scarred individuals. With light feet he padded across the roofs of rusted shipping containers, feet as swift as his parents had taught and in the shadows like he had been trained. When he stood atop the rusted blue container in the left wing of the warehouse, his blue dot overlapped with the red.

He spun down, still glancing over his shoulder in case he was walking into a trap. The lock was newly purchased, indicating that you were indeed here. It popped open easily enough with the lock picks in his sleeve, the make and model a standard in many hardware stores. This could be easy, he could grab you, get you out of here and back into the apartment on the corner of fifth where you belonged-

it was you.

That's what he had to tell himself when the container door creaked open, and his flashlight sent a beam into the dark pit. He had seen bodies in the past, dead or dismembered or otherwise. Yet that didn't compare to the way that his stomach turned to stone in his abdomen just seeing you unconscious. HisHIHis feet thudded loudly as he raced towards you, gloved hands sliding down your bound arms to press against your wrist, his breathing as shallow as your pulse. He takes a deep breath and calms himself, cutting you from the chair you were tied to so he could cradle you in his arms and get a better look.

"I've got one at the docks, Wareson's shipping containers in Lower Gotham. They’re unconscious but alive." He speaks into his wrist, marking his channel as 'open' once more. It crackled to life soon after, Bruce's voice filtered through his earpiece.

"We've got a trace on a few others. Check for a calling card, Spoiler and Red Hood have found other hostages with codes attached, we might be able to get ahead of this." spoke the Bat, and Dick lowered you down gently to take a look.

His hands ghosted across your skin gently, so he didn't disturb any injuries, flashlight gripped in his teeth as he skimmed your clothes. Pulling a small square of cardboard from your blouse, he flipped the playing card over to reveal a bloodied joker and a string of numbers printed underneath.

"Sending an image now." He relayed, using his watch to take a photo and send it back to the cave. He shut his comm line off after that, his head reeling too much to focus in on the chatter from the rest of the team.

An injury to the right side of your head, against your temple. blunt force, left a cut on your hairline.

Your hair was normally a shade lighter than what it was right now.

Bruising around the throat, dark smears and indents in your skin. Evidence of friction marks.

Your necklaces never hurt you that way.

As he looked at you, your breath shallow, he felt that stone in his stomach grow hot. The way your eyelids were sealed shut with red crust, hair plastered to your head with the viscous liquid. Swelling around the lips that curved at him to smile or tell a joke. An arm that was folded the wrong way, the same arm that would tug his arm to hurry him up or reach out to his during sad parts in movies.

Right now, the vigilante Nightwing had failed you, but the one wearing the pain was the bent over form of civilian Dick Grayson.

His eyes tingled and burned, chest heaving before he knew it with scattered sobs. He calmed them down soon enough, the Bruce that lived in the back of his voice yelling at him to get it together, all while chanting over that same old sentence in tandem. 'I told you so. I told you so. I told you so.' The sadness didn't last long however, quickly being replaced with an anger that flushed the skin of his neck bright red. He lifted you up in his arms, beginning the slow walk back to the car so he didn't irritate your injuries. His steps echoed out in the silent warehouse, competing with the racing sound of his heartbeat. As he walked, he was so focused on counting the unsteady breaths you took that he didn’t notice the suit melding to his skin, consuming him with invisible teeth until the civilian part of Dick dissolved completely.

'I told you so.'

'I told you so.'

'I told you so.'

Dick wasn't made to be a civilian, despite how he wore their clothes and played the part of a happy townsperson. He concluded that you were bright enough to live the life of a civilian for both of you, revelling in the little moments of peace that his nighttime job had fought to preserve.

Dick was made to be a vigilante, Bruce turning his rage and anger at the world into a weapon, a tool to shape Gotham and carve out the parts that threatened the lives of innocent people.

Dick was about to show them just how well he had learned to wield that weapon.

[schoolspiritsfan14]

Wally Clark Story Recommendations

I wanted to compile a list of all of my favourite Wally Clark stories that I have read so far and share some love around. These stories are incredible and so well written. I highly recommend checking out all of these incredible writers but here's just a few of my favourites!

Stories by @whoopsyeahokay

October Sun series

October Moon series part 2 of October Sun

Hot for You

Wreak it like a Rumor

Anxiety

Anxiety 2

Anxiety Reversed

Punctuation

Best Friends Club

Marshmallow Miles

Tongue Twister

Hurt you, heal you

Control Freak

Crush

Canvas

Boyfriend

Alphabet Soup

Fifty Seven

Cuddle Bug

Cannonball

Stories @atlas-of-a-human-soul

What Remains of Us series

The final Goodbye (you need tissues for this one)

Three years, one yes

Three years, one yes part 2

Stories by @spiceforyou

Skirts and Skins

Good Girl

Crybaby

Homecoming? Guess not

Homecoming? Guess not Pt 2

Lucky Charm

Wally's dirty little slut

Down by the lake

Stories by @patrickispinky

Period Sex

Getting his ass ate

Sex, drugs etc

Stories by @rosietoesy

Fever pitch

There's no dying in baseball

Here comes the rain again

Just wanna hear you scream

Thong Song

Longer than 8 seconds

Of you

Stories by @houseofbabygirl

We Hug Now (you need tissues for this one)

Mystery of Love (part 2 of we hug now, again you need tissues)

Series by @imagine-you

If I open the door to heaven or hell

Stories by @isuckatwritingsobenice

Split Rivers Sweetheart (series)

I'm not used to someone giving a damn

A game of pride

Jealousy looks good on you

Stay

Stories by @wallysgymshorts

Music to my ears

Stories by @moonmunson

Hello my old heart

Just breathe

Pas de deux

Don't go breaking my heart.

Part 1: Don't stop (thinking about tomorrow)

Part 2: Don't you want me

Part 3: Don't worry baby

Stories by @take-it-on-the-run

The End

No safety or surprise

Stories by @wallysgirl57

For the longest time

Stories by @manheeiim

A ghostly love (series)

Stories by @wallysletterman

57

Stories by @darth-jaderz

Just Wally

Stories by @starrvsn

Til death do us part

Stories by @solarismoons

Astronomy

Stories by @pomegranateandblood

Friends

Stories by @jadegrey711

Talking You Through It

Thigh Riding

Anon Ask #1

Anon Ask #2

Anon Ask #3

Anon Ask #4

Stories by @ovrgrwnivy

Crybaby

[lunarsilver]

What awaits you in November? PAC

Hello, welcome to another monthly reading! This time a pretty chill one, with charms and shufflemancy. If you're feeling down, you may want to read it, because my charms are hyping up everyone here, I swear xD.

REMEMBER

I’m not a doctor, a psychiatrist, a therapist nor a psychologist. Divination will never replace meetings with them.

It’s a general reading, so not everything will resonate.

If you can’t choose between two piles, probably both of them have some messages for you. You can also not identify with any of them, and that’s okay, too.

Readings can help you make a decision, but they shouldn’t be the main reason for making it.

1 ~ 2 ~ 3

Pile 1

Charms: strength in the group, be brave!, and I love you for it!, seize the moment, new is exciting, I dreamed you!

Songs: “Loser, Baby” from Hazbin Hotel, “Human” by Rag’n’Bone Man, Le Bien qui fait mal from Mozart Opera Rock

There is this strong emphasis on acceptance of your limitations and finding some friendly souls (or maybe deepening the friendship with the people you’re already friends with). The encouragement to do what you want. Not everyone is right for you, and there always will be someone more talented/hardworking than you, but this November you should understand there are a lot of possibilities around you. Go out, have fun.

Pile 2

Charms: you are a master, seize the moment, call the team, just waiting for this, you can count on me, join the game!, you will succeed! :), party?

Songs: Somewhere Only We Know by Keane, The City’s Yours by Jamie Foxx and Quvenzhane Wallis, Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage by  Fish in a Birdcage

This pile is even more party-going and outgoing than the first one - or rather, the encouragement to go out with some people and try something new is here even more insistent. Doesn’t matter if “the game” is literally some kind of a game (I feel that some of you will go out with some people to a place with retro games or go bowling) or some project you’re thinking about, you’ll succeed. With the first and last song, I feel like one specific person will be pretty important this month. Or maybe two? For some reason, a grandma came to my mind (take her to the place which is dear to both of you), though a friend or partner are also very plausible.

Pile 3

Charms: success!, it will get better, a good plan is a must, let them say what they want, shall we make up something? (the charm is in my language and the sentence can also mean “let’s paint something” and “let's do something thoughtless but fun”), shall we stand together?, there is nothing like home, let's do something stupid

Songs: Time Machine by Ingrid Michaelson, Overdose by natori, Snowman by Sia

The way the first song has a verse “You slammed that door and left me standing all alone” and one of the charms says “shall we stand together?”??? It looks like there’s a period of healing after something or someone, some ex? Some toxic friend? Someone you (have) cared about and they hurt you, that’s for sure. It looks like someone else will come up in the picture at the right moment and encourage you to have some silly, almost childish fun with them. This troublemaker vibe is strong with them, but the other charms make me think they’re quite sweet. Like, "let's do some stupid shit to light up your mood".

[morallygrayboys]

Wally Clark NSFW! alphabet

Requested by the lovely @notheoneuneed

I lowkey giggled so much when writing this. Thanks for the request!!! ♡

For more like this, check out my request list! ♡

If anyone wants me to turn this into a fic like "alphabet soup" by the amazing, @whoopsyeahokay , I would be happy to! ♡ (For real, tho, that fic got me through so many boring class periods, and it needs more recognition! 😪)

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A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This man FOR SURE is an aftercare king! He makes sure his partner is cleaned up, hydrated, and well cared for. I feel like he's definitely the type of man to run a bath for his partner if he was a little rough, or just in general.

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Wally is a big boy, so I feel like his favorite part of HIS body would be his hands. Being able to hold his partner close to him is a must for intercourse. He 100% uses those fingers to his advantage. 🤭

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's get one thing straight. Wally may have been an 80s jock and a bully, but he treats his lady RIGHT. He is not cumming anywhere but inside her, condom or not. With her permission, of course. He would never disrespect his lady by painting her with his cum like a common whore. #gentleman

D - Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I don't think he has any, to be honest. I feel like he'd be very open and honest with his partner about what he likes/ is willing to do.

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This man has been dead for 40 years... He's got experience. For those saying, "Well, he hasn't had anyone to practice with," the man probably found a way to fulfill his needs.

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. Easy. Wally is a sensitive, romantic soul. He loves and craves intimacy, which missionary gives. He's the type of person to look into his partners eyes as they reach climax.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy, he's a silly goofy boy. It's a very intimate act, so he'll try and lighten the mood if it's your first time to make you more comfortable.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's got a little stubble. C'mon, guys, he's been stuck in school for 40 years. There's not much to work with. But he does try his best to keep it well managed.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I said before, this man is a GENTLEMAN. He will not cum before you, and will make sure you cum at least twice before he does. He will definitely hold you as close to him as possible when he cums. Giving kisses to your body as you come down from your high, and giving encouraging words/praise the whole time.

J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He's been trapped in high school for 40 years. There's no way that someone hasn't caught him "relieving himself" at some point. He'll definitely jack off to a polaroid of you.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation. He loves to make his partner cum multiple times. It gives him a sense of accomplishment and pride that he made his partner feel so good.

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

Wally is not picky. He will take you anywhere you let him. The gym, the football field, the cafeteria, the hallway during passing period. If you say yes, this man is taking FULL advantage of that consent.

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything and everything. This man LOVES you with all his heart. Anything you do turns him on. If you even breathe the same air as him, he gets hard.

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I think the only thing that he wouldn't do would be anything that disrespects or hurts his partner.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes giving and receiving, but he prefers giving. He loves to feel the way his partner shakes and loves hearing their whines as he makes them cum.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He'll go at whatever pace you ask, but if he's in a particular mood, girl, you better hold tf on because he's gonna take you to pound town.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes. The answer is yes. He will take you anywhere any chance he can get it. He loves to be intimate with his partner, mostly to let everyone know that they belong to him.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He usually likes to keep it simple, but if you ask him, I'm sure he won't mind trying something new. He would definitely take the risk of a pregnancy just to feel himself filling you up and marking you in a primal way that only HE can.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh honey, this man can go forever. That man is a big boy athlete and can go on, and on, and on, WELL after you've finished.

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He'd probably use a vibrator on his partners clit while he ruts deep into them, maximizing their pleasure and his. He loves to hear the whimpers that you'd make, it just eggs him on even more.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he's a tease. Wally will edge you until you BEG for him to make you cum, drawing out your pleasure just to make you fucking EXPLODE. And he'll do it with a smile on his face.

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud. Loud Asf. He wants the world to know how good you make him feel, and he'll let you know, too. He'll tell you things like, "fuckk, you're doing so good, baby." "Keep going, just like that," and so on.

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Your first time with him is very romantic, he's got a bed set up, there's flowers and music, the whole package. There's nothing he won't do to make you feel comfortable.

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big boy. Big, big boy. I'm saying like 7-8 inches. He's both a grower AND a shower. He's 6 inches soft, which you can tell from the scenes with him wearing sweatpants.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Like I said before, if he's horny, he'll let you know. And then he'll go until you tell him to stop. Wally LOVES you and is NOT afraid to let anyone and everyone know.

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends on how long you let him go for, but he'll usually hold you close to him and rub your back until you fall asleep. He's a protector, so he won't sleep until he knows you're safe.

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[rosietoesy]

Peggy

18+ MDNI

CW: pegging, sub Wally, safe word (mentioned but not used), mommy kink, cum eating/tasting

Summary: You try something new with Wally.

Wally trusted you immensely and knew that you would never judge him, but he was scared shitless to ask you this one thing. It sent him in a spiral and was eating him alive, keeping this inside. He tried his best to keep his presence around you normal like he usually is that nothing was bothering him at all. Although that was easier said than done. He knew you probably noticed that something was up with him. You were so perspective of him.

All he had to do was ask, but the thought of doing just that created anxiety in him. He thought of every scenario where it would go wrong from breaking up with him to downright flat out laughing at him. So he just swallowed his pride and kept it in the dark recess of his brain. Until it resurfaced to the front of his mind when he was dropping you off at your place. You noticed that he was tense and seemed off. “Walls, my love, are you okay?” You gently asked. In his head, he was spiraling and couldn't find the words to say what he wanted. “ You know you can tell me anything, right?” You told him, and his heart shattered. He heard the hurt in your tone. God, he needed to do this to get this out there so you don't think of the worse. He turned to you and grabbed your hand to steal his nerves. “You promise that you won't judge me?” He asked, which caused you to raise your brow at him. “I'm serious hun.” He said in all seriousness. “You know I would never, dear.” You said while squeezing his hand. He took a deep breath and finally said what he needed to say “Willyoupegme?” expect it came out in a rush, and you had no clue what he said. “Come again?” You said. Heat flooded his cheeks, and he was dying on repeating himself, but he had because you have no idea what he asked. “I said," Will you peg me? “ He replied and immediately closed his eyes, not wanting to see your reaction.

Laughter filled the truck, and he snapped his head over to you, wondering what was so funny. He just bared his soul to you, and you had the nerve to laugh at him. “Wanna share with the class what's so funny.” He sassed. Rolling your eyes at him and reaching out to hold his hand again. “ Of course I will.” You said, and his eyes widened a bit. He wasn't expecting that answer from you. “Is that what you were losing your mind about?” you asked. He just nodded in response. “You never have to feel nervous to ask me anything, dear.” You told him, and again, he nodded.

It's been a week since he asked you to peg him, and he was a little bit worried that he scared you off with his ask. It was Friday, and he was coming over to your place for movie night since it was your turn to host. It was 7pm by the time he arrived at your house and he knocked on the door. He was doing everything to regulate his breathing and clear his head. You finally opened the door, and Wally’s brain short circuited. You were in the skimpiest pair of PJ’s that you own. He swallowed hard and followed you inside. God, you look so perfect, he thought, and he felt like a live wire. You had everything set up for movie night in your living room with the giant flat scene TV. He made his way to the couch to settle in for the night. You asked him what he wanted to watch, and he didn't care. You browsed through different streaming services until you found something interesting to watch. You pressed play and let the movie begin.

Wally pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around you while you both watched the movie. You were adjusting yourself on his lap, not knowing your ass was brushing against his dick. It kept happening, and he thought you had to know what you were doing to him. He gripped your hips to stop you, “Knock it off.” He rasped. You paused your actions. Once the movie finished and the credits started rolling, you stood up and yanked him off the couch, pulling him along to your bedroom.

As soon as you passed the threshold of your room, he knew that the atmosphere had changed. He sat on your bed awaiting your next move. Each and every movement was calculated. You went into your closet to collect a box that would show who's actually in charge for the evening. With the box in hand and heading towards the bathroom to change. You called over your shoulder to him, “ Get undress & look pretty for me.” With that you shut the door and Wally moved as quickly as humanly possible to rid himself of his clothes. After he finished, he sat back on the bed awaiting your arrival from the bathroom.

After what seems like eons to him, you eventually emerge from the bathroom. Wally scanned your body from head to toe, analyzing you. It wasn't until his eyes landed on the harness that you were wearing and his eyes continued traveling down your body until he noticed the pale flesh-color cock attached to the harness. He swallowed hard and was gawking at it. “Like what you see?” You cockily replied. Wally nodded his head and couldn't tear his gaze away. You walked up to him and your hand slid in his hair, yanking his head to look at you. “I need words, Walter.” You spoke harshly. His eyes grew in size at the way you spoke to him and he stuttered over his words, “Y-y-yes, ma'am.” He replied. “Good boy.” You said and released your grip from his hair.

“Here's how tonight is going to go.” You spoke, “Anytime I ask you a question you will reply with words? If you can't, one tap to my thigh signifies yes and double means no. If at any point you feel uncomfortable with what is going on, you say your safe word and we will stop no matter what.” “Got that?” you asked and he replied yes. “Before we get started what's your safe word?” “Football.” He replied. “Good boy.” You praised him and he whined at that. You chuckled and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

You both maneuvered into a comfortable position. His legs were spread open so that you could lay easily between them. You leaned down to grab the lube bottle, flicking the cap open and squirting lube onto your fingers and his asshole tossing the bottle on the bed. “Ready?” You asked him, and he whispered a yes. As carefully and gently as you could, started to insert one finger in his hole to stretch him out. You wanted to prep him before giving him the strap. When one finger was inside him, you stopped and checked in with him, “How are you feeling, dear?” You asked. Wally exhaled and said “I'm doing good.” You smiled at him and placed a kiss on his hip. Slowly, you began to move your finger and kept your eyes on Wally, watching for any signs.

Wally was loving this. It was so much better than he was expecting. “More, please.” He whined out. You chuckled at him, “Okay hun.” You said and inserted a second finger. He threw back his head and let out a long moan. God he was loving this. You were beginning to pick up your pace and stretching him out even more. “Don't stop.” He begged. You gave him a wicked smile and wouldn't dream of stopping. As you continued your pace, you wrapped your other hand around his cock and began stroking it. His body flinched from the unexpected. Your hand around him started to match the pace of your fingers in his ass. Both moving in tandem and Wally was losing his fucking mind. His body was on fire and it felt so god damn good. Pants and moans started to fill the room and the smell of sweat was as well. He couldn't take it anymore the absolute pleasure you were giving him. “I'm going to cum.” He told you and you started to speed up your actions. Wally couldn't hold in his moans anymore and without any shame in the world he let himself enjoy this. His hips started to roll matching your rhythm. “I'm cumm-” He stopped mid speaking, head thrown back and a loud moan ripped from his throat. His cum coated your fingers. You carefully pulled out your fingers and crawled up to him. He was breathing hard and arms covering his eyes. He removed his arms from his eyes and glanced up at you. “I'm so proud of you, my best boy.” You said. Another whine escaped his lips and a blush rushed his face. While locking eyes with each other, you lifted your cum covered fingers in your mouth enjoying the taste. Wally moaned seeing how fucking hot that was.

“Are you good to continue?” You asked him, and he said “Yeah, I'm good.” You reached over to grab the lube and squeezed a good amount in your hand to lube up the strap. Wally watched in a daze and couldn't wait. Once satisfied with how lubed up the cock was you were ready for your next move. You placed the tip at Wally's hole. You checked in one last time and he was ready. Exhaling you started pushing into him. He groaned and your eyes snapped up at him looking at him with worry in your eyes and you seized your movements. He quickly spoke out “Whatever you do, please don't stop.” His hand was fumbling around looking for yours and once he found yours he interlocked your fingers. And with that you kept going until you were fully at the hilt of the cock. You stayed there for a moment to let Wally recuperate. Both of you were breathing hard. After stilling for a moment, you asked “Are you ready?” Wally couldn't speak, so he let a single tap to your thigh and you instantly adjusted yourself. Slowly you rolled your hips, thrusting in and out of him. His breathing started to pick up immensely. Quickly you found a good rhythm and pace. You kept at it for a while and Wally felt like he was on top of the world. He was getting close to cumming again and was getting ready to say so, but he stopped short when you suddenly pulled out of him.

He groaned at the suddenness and his eyes snapped out filled with so much confusion. He was about to voice himself but you interrupted him. “Turn over and get on all fours.” He hesitated for a bit until you captured his face in your hands. “Baby.” You cooed. He just pouted. “You trust me, right.” He nodded and moved himself to the new position. You thrusted back into him and lurched forward. You got back into the groove of things to get him back to that release. Moans and groans from the both of you filled the air and Wally was approaching his release again. “I'm getting close.” He said. You nodded and started to pick up your pace. It was a lot harsher than before and Wally was enjoying it so much. “Mommy, I'm so fucking close.” He cried. You paused for a millisecond and were surprised with the name that fell from his lips. Not that you minded and Wally didn't seem to notice what he said.

You kept on track with what you were doing and Wally moaned out loud “Fuck, Mommy.” and he came so fucking hard. It coated his abs and your sheets. You kept going at it to chase your own release from the strap which you purchased with the clit stimulation piece. You were so close yourself, picking up your pace to fall over the edge. Wally was whining from overstimulating. “I know baby, I know. Be mommy's good boy.” You said. Your hand flew to his hair and you tugged on it harshly with a hard thrust. Thus triggering your own release which had a scream and moan ripped from your lips. Wally let out a cry and collapsed from holding himself up.

Loud heavy breathing from the both of you echoed around the room. You collapsed on Wally's back, trying your best to collect yourself. Once you felt your breathing even out a bit, you carefully pulled out of Wally and unhooked the strap throwing it across the room not giving a fuck where it landed. You moved back towards Wally who was still recovering. You laid down next to him and carefully pulled him in your arms. You maneuvered him to lay down with you and rested his head on your chest. He wrapped his arms around you and he shut his eyes. You just held him, running your nails over his body letting him recover and catch his breath. Humming filled the atmosphere and he recognized it to be his favorite song. Warmth filled his entire body, he has never felt love and care like this before.

He opened his eyes and gazed up at you. You looked back at him with a smile on your lips. “Hi baby.” You whispered and Wally blushed hard, sure you've called him that before but right now in this very moment it felt different. “Hi.” he said his voice was hoarse. “How are you feeling?” You asked. “Good, so good.” He replied. You placed a kiss on his forehead. “I'm glad to hear that my good boy.” You said. Wally blushed so hard and hid his face in your chest letting out a whine. You just laughed and held him closer to you, placing dozens of kisses to his head.

The two of you just stayed like that for the rest of the night.

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Just wanna hear you scream

Summary: Wally brings your fantasy to life.

[asarajaa]

Hiii, can i request for wally angst?? I want read some his angst buttt not because his gone ykwim, but because of love/romantic angst

Hii, yes Ofc! Sorry for all the time that I’ve spend without answering, I’ve been focused in academics and stuff 💗💗

Warnings: fem!reader, angst romance, forbidden love (?) Words: 1291 Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Wally and You, You and Wally, it meant the same thing. Since you were kids, you both have…developed an atraction towards each other, but not like everyone knew.

Wally, obviously, was an speedster like his uncle Barry, aka the Flash, and was an Speed Force user. You, on the other hand…well, all that I can say is that you have this peculiar gift.

You could steal someone’s or something’s cinetic energy. That was your gift. And you’ve been okay with that all your life, until your mentor introduced you to Barry and Wally when both of you were 13 years old.

Wally’s powers and yours were like if they almost repelled. When he got near you, your powers unconsciously saw his as an never ending buffet, taking and taking his energy even if you didn’t want to, which lead to Wally losing slowly but securely the speed of his Speed Force. You didn’t know how to stop taking and he didn’t know how to stop allowing you to take it.

It’s sure to say that this broke the two 13 years old kids hearts, having to stay away from each other even tho they knew they were soulmates, or as much of a soulmate would have a 13 year old.

With the pass of time, you both learned to control it but only a few moments. The record was 62 minutes, you tested it 3 month ago, but it ended with Wally almost passed out in your bed and you vibrating with a crazy hot temperature by all of the energy you received.

The logical decision would be to simply stop seeing each other, but they couldn’t do that, how could they? They knew each other from tip to toe, things about each other that no one else knew.

With that stubbornness, you’ve made thousands of FaceTimes and Calls that went for hours. No matter how many times Barry or your mentor tried to reduce your interactions for your own well being, they didn’t succeed in anything and always ended up with an overly tired Wally and an exaggerated energetic you.

At night, when Wally would come to your room to meet with you, you guys would forget about anything and anyone. He would just sit on your bed and wrap your stood up figure with his arms, around your waist while his forehead rested on your stomach, your hand running through his messy red hair.

Those nights, things would get complicated. But not because you would do things, no, but because you would learn about the others souls. You would talk about life crisis, you would cry, mourn, laugh and get angry at each other. But it didn’t matter how many times you tried to get a s/o, you just couldn’t. None of them had ginger hair, none of them had sparkly green eyes and none of them was Wally. At the end, you would always return towards the other, always close but never close enough.

Things didn’t need to be told between you two, you just knew.

I love you. You would spell on his back when you two where laid in your bed, his face on your neck as you scratched his back, writing all the thing you couldn’t dare to say out loud.

I love you. He would show, when his pupils dilated at the very less thought about you, his green pigment being less visible as you passed your finger tips through his forehead, taking his hair out the way in a try to see them better.

You would show always how much you love each other, but not the words, never the words. Neither of you could afford it, knowing that in some minutes, you’ll have to get apart for the good of your well being, knowing that it was a promise neither of you could afford to make, knowing that for the sake of the world, you needed to be away from each other.

But God, it hurts, so, so much. You would steal glances across the room whenever you were in a hero meeting, both of your mentors standing beside each one of you, with a big warning in their eyes, message clear.

You would receive gifts from him and him from you, you would want to cry your eyes out when you’d notice how the curfew was slowly approaching, Wally’s body exposing himself as he started to move and talk slower while yours would start to be more awake and energetic.

If you decide to just be happy and love each other, you’d regret it. It would only cause pain, both of you draining until the point there wasn’t no energy in his soul and yours had too much that you couldn’t resist it.

“I would recognize you in another lifetime.” Wally murmured one night, kneeled in front of you while you were sat on your bed, Wally helping you to put your shoes on before tangling the laces.

“All of me?” You would whisper back, locking eyes with him as you felt how your body was more energetic than usual and his speak more slower.

“Entirely.” He promised “You could have green or blue eyes, I think I’d recognize you in completely different bodies.”

You just stare back at him, believing every words because you know he means it.

5 more minutes. You would beg in your head to every type of gods or divine presence you knew about.

Being careful, you put your hand on his cheek and pressed gently your forehead against his.

“In another life.” You would state in a whisper, voice shaken and with a hint of a promise.

“In another life, yes.” He would answer with a raspy voice, his fingers brushing a tear that slide through your cheek before resting his hand on one of your lower rips, where a small W was tattooed in ink and matched the tattoo of your initial in his back.

Everyone knew that you two had something, but they didn’t knew nothing, they just scratched the surface, not knowing even in the slightest about the complications of their situation.

Weeks passed and when Wally came to you room at night with a simple paire of rings and a paper for you to sign, you would take it without a second though and signed the paper without hesitation.

You never told anyone, you couldn’t. You would have to keep it a secret that would be revealed only when one of you died. When it was time to read your testament and then, and only then, your silent promise would be revealed.

Maybe, but just maybe, you could be together in another life. You could have a true wedding ceremony, with a long, white and elegant dress. Maybe Wally would cry when he saw you walking down the altar. You could travel the toward, hold hands without a limited time and accepting him with all of your might. You could even have a mix of you and him walking around your house, you could have children.

But that wasn’t this life. In this life, your love story must be a secret and you know it. You won’t see each other in a long time only for you to be a maximum of one hour together if you can.

In this life, you would have to deny him progeny, deny him for eternity. In this one, your lifetime of love didn’t need to (or more so ever couldn’t) leave any evidence.

In this life, Wally West couldn’t be yours completely, he would be more of the world than yours. But at least your shared love is true, you loved each other, and true love isn’t real unless it’s returned.

So sorry for taking so long, I’ve been busy with personal problems buttt now I think I’m back (?).

I hope you enjoyed the reading, it didn’t convince me 100% but it’s currently 2:22am so it’s the best I got.

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[feather-dancer]

Tales of Arcadia fanfic recommendations part 8

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

If at all interested in my own writing you can find it here! Several of my own are currently getting scrubbed for improvement to make them more readable. Currently goal is for all of Spotlight being completed by the end of the year.

Been a while huh? This has still been sitting in my drafts though even when my brain decided “Nope not reading” for a while. Still got quite a hefty backlog to read through along with authors I’m subscribed to for their most recent works as and when they pop up. Regardless, determined to get back on top of it and unearth things I want to give a shoutout to because it’s cool shit :)

To you, fans past and present and surviors of RotT Tales of Arcadia fandom.

General Tales of Arcadia

But Everything Hurts - You don’t come back from death with a free pass and Douxie’s fall from the castle cost was chronic pain for an immortal’s lifetime. He was told to learn how to live once, now it is learning to manage.

Of Hunger Pains and Old Habits - Food is hard when you’ve spent a very young life without it until life takes a strange turn and it becomes plentiful. Died in habits are hard though, Douxie will hear the unconvinced whispers for the rest of his life.

almost there - When Jim heads off until the Darklands alone Toby and Claire try to hold themselves together not knowing if he’ll ever return. This is set post season 1 and is wonderfully bittersweet.

Our Little Viginette - Moppet faces the end of an era with the fall of Camelot and (Temporary) loss of Merlin after the Battle of Killahead.

A way to cope - Jim pretends to cope with the trauma of being in the Darklands a lot better than he actually is, as long as he keeps the breakdowns out of sight then nobody can worry right?

dandelion eyes - In which Bellroc discovers the concept of nail polish.

Adieu - The final moments of Angor Rot

Saudade - It’s perfect. They beat Gunmar, nobody died and he can finally enjoy being a teenager again, Thinks Jim. Then why if he stops ignoring the feeling for even a few seconds does it all seem so hollow...?

Rise of the Titans

The Last Changeling - Jim escaped the timeline filled with mistakes in hopes of making things right. He didn’t account for those left behind to grieve or the changeling that suddenly found himself as the last.

I Can't Pull the Sword From the Stone - Jim went back and now Toby is the new Trollhunter which should be smooth sailing right? Except history is refusing to repeat it’s self exactly, little elements are already changing and Jim’s experiences have left him tainted with magic he can’t control along with all the memories and traumas. It’s hard to grieve for someone who is technically still alive but everything you had is gone without a soul out there to understand.

More is all you need - Jim has gone back, something stupid by his own admittance, however in sorting through his thoughts he comes to a realisation.

Stricklake

Comes Around - Post Trollhunters season 3, it’s a struggle to figure out what to do when you have a cradlestone full of babies and a changeling that no longer is but you have to just try and muddle through somehow... Perhaps a chance to try figure out what your relationship is meant to be too now things have calmed down a bit.

Media Consumption - Wholesome fluff that also involves Wally and creating an addict to the HtTyD franchise early on.  

A Measure of Intellect - The goblins are breaking into the stricklake household and they’ve already stolen the blender. The fun part is figuring out exactly what they’re up to. Related to Media Consumption.

enough - Figuring out a normal in the mundane of after everything has happened is quite a lot for a jaded changeling. Very fluffy.

The Wild Hunt - Letting your troll boyfriend hunt is good enrichment but the prize for capture is even better.

The Armour of Daylight - A little glimpse into a high fantasy world where everyone might just be a little bit cursed.

The School Of Janus - This is an AU while also being Stricklake so it lives here. The Darklands are the most prestigious educational process in the world according to their promo material and Jim is prepping to head there while putting off most of his packing as long as humanly possible. Good thing he does really the banter is delightful.

Ink Stains - An AU making an escape in the name of shipping again. Here Barbara married into court politics with her husband being an heir for Camelot and changelings are a secret guard force protecting those important hiding away in plain sight. Incredibly cool world building going on here.

Keen Swimmers 2023 - A collection from last year mostly in AU territory and very tasty. Read the summaries and off you go!

Special Delivery - Very short and sweet, if you’re interested in the ship just trust me and click it.

Locked Rooms - Barbara lost her memory. She doesn’t know how and she doesn’t really know why either. All she does know is that whatever they are seem to be behind a locked door and that strange imagery is leaking into her dreams.

Alternate Universe

Dig your eight graves - It was only supposed to be a fun trek out for Halloween for the Arcadia kids, test out the set up and give feedback so the owner could improve them for when it would officially open the next year. Nobody could have predicted how it’d go so horribly wrong.

Content warning: This fic is marked Mature for character death, body horror, desecration of corpses and for being of the general slasher genre. Please check the tags before proceeding.

Between Daylight and Darkness - The Sunshine AU is back and it’s time for the team to go Trollhunting.So how many spanners can Jim being the nearest equivilent to a were-troll throw into the works of canon? Well hopefully nothing fatal...

Toby's Appointment - Sometimes you need to read very silly things and this is probably the funniest possibility you could find in the dentist waiting room.

The Grave of the Felled Forest - A boy and his familiar go to check out Merlin’s places of power/various stash spots to make sure all is still well. They are not anticipating visitors or his intent to be poked. Part of The Heart of Janus AU.

[ckbookish]

The Theory of Every Name

@dickgraysonweek Day 4: 'you will always be my Robin'

I’ve been told that I’m me at every age. That inside is the sum of every year suspended in my soul. But maybe I’m mourning the loss of every possible version of myself: every moniker whispered to never be spoken again the me that never made it past seventeen the child that never made it to ten. Change one thing and my identity unravels. I’m broken over the would haves and should haves that have never been. –Each have a name.

A glass broke.  Dick thought it might have been Donna’s.  Wally was now speaking in his over fast hum that sounded more like the wings of a hummingbird rather than human speech.  Roy was staring at Dick, a stony expression on his face.  Garth was looking at the photograph, a confused twist in his mouth, making Dick feel sick.  

Confusion was perhaps the only thing Dick wasn’t feeling.

Dick put down the newspaper and pushed his chair back away from the table. The scraping sound cut off Wally’s ramble.   He couldn’t look at anyone else.  He didn’t want to see the pity in their eyes– or worse still their indignation on his behalf.

“Dick?”  

Donna’s voice sounded far away– it was coming from a world that Dick was no longer a part of– a world where this had been temporary.  The black and white ink separated him from them.  It told plainly on printed paper that he had been what was temporary.

“Dick?”  She asked again, reaching for him over the shards of her juice glass.  

Dick didn’t answer.  He didn’t turn back to the table.  Instead he slipped out the kitchen door and into the hallway.  He couldn’t place the feeling.  Betrayal?  Hurt? Anger?  Maybe it was horror?  He wished he were numb.  

The team didn’t follow him.  He could hear their hushed voices but the words didn’t make sense.  Nothing really was understandable.  

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[ineedmycoffeerightnow]

So okay there's some arguments i hear from people why Home x Wally is not valid ship, so i decided to explain these and try to counterargument them! If you have an argument of your own feel free to write it in the comments :3

1)"This is incest! They like father and son to each other"

Canon of the show is that Wally didn't know Home before the he moved into him and also he like. A Building. If we're going to build on the show's lore Its would be just popular headcanon. Just because you see them as parent and child doesn't meen everyone does く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

Some people are like to thing that Home is a creator of the show/his soul in there. I get it too, this theory KINDA makes sense, but still... We didn't see Wally acting like Home is his creator/getting revenge on Home for make their life hell (you can count worshiping as a sight but evidence is too weak), they are pretty chill with each other! Plus, it doesn't explain why Home is doesn't like humans, and from new update we learn that Welcome home is another world, so this theory is 99,99% is false i think

2) "Home is a building!"

Eah. LIVING building. With emotions and fears. Home is fully aware and sentient, it just so happened to have a different body then the rest of the puppets

3)"Home is abusive/evil!"

I understand why some people see them having Dynamic like this, but honestly I never saw it as inherently abusive? Maybe Wally is actually obsessed with Home, or maybe it’s the opposite, or they’re both crazy about each other, but it could also just that they act the way they do because of their self awareness. I do also think they’re overprotective of each other as well.

I just can’t see them *not* having any kind of close relationship, I mean Wally literally takes care of her, serenades him, and even blows them kisses and Home does similar gestures back at him! The feeling is mutual here.

3)"Wally is worshiping Home! Its unhealthy"

The only evidence of Home being worshiped by Wally is "so bellow" page.

I know technically it could’ve been used as evidence as Wally worshiping Home as a god but I think there are many other ways to interpret that drawing on the site… Like, I don’t think Wally is viewing her as some powerful entity, I think Wally is just obsessed with he. Not in a worshipping way but more like in a “you mean everything to me and I wouldn’t let anyone come between us” way. Also because of how Home’s eye’s are, the drawing could’ve easily been outside just as it could’ve been inside (we can’t really tell since it’s all black). And even if it was inside, I don’t think that means Wally can’t leave Home, honestly I don’t even think he’d want to anyway. They’re both mutually bonded to each other

3)"Wally/Barnaby is canon, so you can't ship Wally with Home"

First. Wally/Barnaby isn't confirmed canon. Yes, there have been many, and I mean MANY, hints at this ship. I personally think that in fact in near future it is going to be canon. Second. Im still allowed to do whatever i want with them. They are my comfort ship, they make me happy and it doesn't hurt anyone.

So, what's conclusion?

People like to think that their personal disliking of the ship is a valid point to bully shippers. They would make TONS AND TONS of excuses just to make others dislike it too. "They like son and father!", "They are abusive!", "This is proship, its gross!' despite not having evidence at all. Idk why ppl so scared to say "I don't personally like Home/Wally, its not for me" and go with their lifes. It much easier then to digging internet searching for art of them two and then show it to others saying: " LOOK HOW GROSS IT IS!!! SHIPPERS OF THIS SHIP IS TOTALLY UNHINGED!!!! How lucky we are not to be this stupid 😉😉😉"

It hurts. A little.

Life is so much better when you just not interact with things you don’t like, wish more people realised that tbh. Especially in fandom, because people get so mad over ships and headcanons when they could just…. Not interact? The more you seek out the content, the more it’ll appear in your feed because it’s how a for you page works. The algorithm shows you things it thinks you will like based off previous posts you’ve viewed……

Like I’m just shipping these silly little puppets together and making headcanons I’m not hurting anyone 😭

Thanks to @serillian for helping me with this one -⁠ᄒ⁠ᴥ⁠ᄒ⁠-

[birdies-aus]

Okie dokie sending it here because idk why I'm nervous I just is lol but okay okay

Hot nights and Wally a walking furnace and Kori and alien I headcanon also overheats hence her outfits showing a bit more skin, and in the middle poor Dick is suffering but will not leave Bec he literally can't Wally is a octopus of a cuddler in his sleep he's trapped lol

Catboy Dickie Bec like, it so cute and Kori being a cat girl both just ugh!! So the braiding each other hair and adding bells and bows and Wally feeling left out being so sad so they do it to him.

Yuri times, cute little picnic dates??? In cute dresses??? And they're having fun??? Pog

Butch Kori and femme fem Dick, idk what to do more than I like it, and vise versa too if you enjoy differents

Only au of mine I'll add is Mei Dick and Kori are besties in it and still talk after Dick sold his soul to Lucifer, they still have frequent hangouts in a field of flowers even tho it doesn't exist anymore on earth, that's not a prompt tho just thought I tell ya because I'm rambling ahhhhhh

Protect the bird ^

And one angst prompt that been a fic in the making,,, Wally coming back from the mind trip of the speed force having to tell himself he's still here, and when the panic attack is coming on he called Dick to talk but.... He's off planet and he's about to lose it needing to talk to someone to tell him he's not on the speed force this ain't a trick.

And last idea, this is an au of mine but works with vampire king or reg vampire, Dick refusing to drink blood because he doesn't want to hurt his love ones but his two favorite gingers are trying to make him drink something because he needs to feed!!!

Okie dokie I go idk why I was nervous idk brain is being weird but uh yeah

Have a cookie 🍪 for putting up with this lol

out of all of these ideas my hands have given u butch4femme yuri dickkori doodle sluggy.. i used my friends ipad 4 this and on a sidenote i rlly hate using procreate lol

ANYWYAS ON TO THE ITHER THINGS YOUVE DROPPED FOR ME (i might doodle things 4 u more later just god my hands have not been working recently lol)

ill do a read more so i dont annoy anyone with long posts

i lobe the idea of both wally and kori running warm which is really nice for dick who gets cold easily- unless its in the summer somewhere where it gets like 100° but he still would never give up being able to cuddle his favorite people no matter how warm it gets trust trust meeee

Wally just pouts at catboy n catgirl dick n kori n then hes pulled into thwir little self care pile and he gets a little make over two- WHICH THE AFTER MATH WILL DEFINITELY BE SOMETHING I DRAW ACTUALLYYYYTT that sounds so cuute itll be its own post ill tag u in tho

okok but like my yuri cowgirl au but kori kidnaps her girls sometimes to take them out on a picnic date outside of town n sometimes it turns into a little-

williows never to be trusted with horse riding/steering bc she trues to go as fast as possible (without hurtting or straining the horse ofc) btw

Its a very common sight to see kori or willow dragging robin somewhere after catching her in rope btw its do silly in my head- its how they make sure shes taking care of herself and not getting caught up in mystery shenanigans

Aahhh kori n dick in ur mei au making flowercrowns togetherr hehe

kori n wally being over protective over their favorite birdd ♡♡♡♡

CRYINNGGF AT U FOR THE ANGST yk dick would panic when he gets home and hears a worrying voicemail from wallyyyyy sluggy pleaseee

ALSOOOO thats my favorite trooe in vampires but BUT ALAOSOOOO if wallys still a speedster hes like the best canidate for dick to drink blood from bc the guy would be able to replenish his blood quicker than a normal human meaning dick would be ablw to actually be full sometimes which would be very niceeeee-

[cherrythepuppet]

Corpse puppet [Part 14]

sobbing because I'm almost done with this but I don't really mind because that means I can finally draw Cherry, @sketchquill tis a great sorrow

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After they found cherry and made her apologize to Barnaby (Which she refused to do for thirteen minutes until she was threatened by frank), Wally and (Y/n) stood in the center of the town

"Gather round! Gather round, everybody!" (Y/n) yelled making sure to gain everyone's aattention We've decided to do this thing properly!" Wally said

"So grab what you can and follow us! We're mlving this wedding party upstairs!" (Y/n) exclaimed as the dead citizens began to talk "Upstairs? l didn't know we had an upstairs!"

"Sounds creepy!" "Let's go!" "A wedding, a wedding! We're going to have a wedding"

As wally went over to talk with sally cherry jad walked up to (Y/n) "Hold on, (Y/n)! You can't get married looking like that!" Cherry said

(Y/n) looked at them in confusion as cherry pulled a needle and thread out of her pocket "Sit down" Cherry mumbled which (Y/n) did as cherry fixed the rips and tears in their outfit

"I want you know that if you ever make apple man cry again or hurt him in any way i will steal your soul" cherry told them "Y-yes of course!" (Y/n) said

"Great! Oh I've been waiting to go to your wedding since we were ten!" Cherry exclaimed "what?" They asked "You stuipd and dense" Cherry muttered 

Then it dawned on them "Cherry!" (Y/n) yelled "But how- how did you die?!" They asked which made cherry pulled up the hair on her forehead

There was an X on her forehead "Assination" Cherry told them then put her hair back "What!?" (Y/n) yelled "Who did it?!" They asked "I don't know them personally but it was some blonde chick...i dont know why all I know is they wanted me dead" Cherry mumbled 

"Now I must go get my sewing kid to fix wally's hand" Cherry said before disappearing

"A wedding, we're going to have! A wedding ake is no mistake it must be quite sublime!" Poppy exclaimed as they began to finish up the cake

poppy slapped Sally's hand away as she tried to steal frosting "The perfect cake is hard to miss!" Poppy said as she finished the cake and with Barnaby's help brought the cake outside

"A wedding, a wedding! We're going to have A wedding! Huzzah, huzzah We're going to have a wedding! A wedding! Let's all give out a cheer 'Cause the Groom is getting married today!"

Cherry bit the thread off and tightened it to make sure it wouldn't come off again "There we go" Cherry mumbled 

"One thing you can surely say is we will stand beside Until the end we will defend Our one and only Groom! Our Groom-to-be, our Groom-to-be! Our lovely Corpse Puppet!"

"Huzzah! Hooray! Huzzah! Hooray! Our Groom is getting married today!" "Oh, there he is!" "Here he comes!" "Oh, oh, the Groom is here! he's waited for this day For many a year For this day, for this day! Our hopes and our pride The Groom is here!"

"Here comes the Groom! Here comes the Groom! Here comes the Groom For this day, for this day Will last forever! And all of his friends Will work together To make it the perfect day he's always dreamed of!"

"Our hopes and our pride! Our Groom, our lovely Groom! We're going to have a party Like nobody's ever seen The living in the land above Will not know where they've been The land above!" 

"The party of the Groom! Here comes the Groom On this glorious day of days Up to the land of the living To celebrate!"

The deas citizens began to head up to the land of the living as (Y/n) held wally's Hand and Cherry who was being carried by Sally got hit with a book "CHERRY!" Sally yelled

"That wasn't me!" Cherry replied "IT WAS ME!" José exclaimed as they ran past everyone and threw a book at (Y/n) "OW- HEY! I GET ENOUGH OF THAT FROM CHERRY!" (Y/n) yelled

"Oh, dear" julie mumbled "Quiet down now, everyone!" She said as she tapped a wine glass with a small spoon "Thank you" She said

"Elegant, cultured, radiant, Howdy has found a wife with all these qualities and more Serendipity brought us together and no force on earth could tear us apart"

as julie was making something boring speech everything turned darker and darker...the lighting was now a dark green

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"There's an eye in me soup" lord piller said as Barnaby approached him "Oh, sorry" Barnaby said as he grabbed his eye out of the soup

As Barnaby put his eye back in every living person stared at him as Cherry appeared onto the table "WHERE THE F!CK AM I?!" She yelled

She saw julie and her eyes widened "You..." she mumbled but julie didn't notice her as everyone began screaming and panicking once more of the dead came....

[vivid-bluez]

Helluva Boss' Worldbuilding is Awful

This is going to be a different post than what I normally post. It will be a bit more negative than how I normally word things but I want to get my thoughts out there since it's something I've been hyper fixating on for awhile.

Helluva Boss is a web series on YouTube currently in its 2nd season created by Vivienne Medrano, it serves as a spin-off of her other creative property Hazbin Hotel which was recently picked up by A24 and will air its first season on Prime next month. I wanted to discuss the worldbuilding of Helluva Boss, how and why I think it doesn't work, and why that hurts it's storytelling. This essay isn't meant to be only dunking on Viv or people who still love the show, I'm not writing this to be mean. I'm writing this because I do have a soft spot for these shows, Helluva Boss S1 is a comfort show to me and Hazbin was my first foyer into indie animation. I respect Medrano for what she was able to accomplish with her shows and I write this as my own form of a love letter to the show that I want so badly to improve and be the best it can be.

The Hierarchy

Both Hazbin and Helluva take place in the same universe and are set in the same location, Hell. Hell is a concept that's been around for a long time and has had several stories written about it, it has multiple different interpretations and depictions throughout the years. Medrano's version of Hell seems to be based on Dante's Inferno version of Hell, a story that depicts Hell as having multiple layers with the sins being condensed to their own rings. Medrano's version only has 7 rings as opposed to Dante's 9 rings, one ring for each of the 7 deadly sins.

Medrano's Hell is depicted as a hierarchical society with very strict rules that those within the hierarchy must obey. Those at the bottom of the hierarchy are treated like garbage by those above them, with very little one can do to transcend the position they were born into. Furthermore, dating someone underneath you in the hierarchy, especially if you're higher on it like in the Ars Goeita, is seen as disgraceful and disgusting. The hierarchy is depicted below:

This hierarchy, as confirmed by Medrano in an interview and further established in Helluva, is the official ranking of the denizens of Hell. It seems fine until you realize that the Sinners, former humans who sinned in life and got themselves into Hell, are above all of the Hellborn in status. The reason it doesn't really make sense is because Hell is meant to be a place where sinners are tortured for eternity for their sins, with the Hellborn usually being the ones doing the torturing. So why are they above the Hellborn? Why do mortal souls outrank those of actual demons? We're never given an answer for this, it's really odd.

My other problem with the hierarchy is that its established rules are often broken and bent when the writers feel like it. The most prominent example is when it comes to Higher Demons having relationships with Lower Demons. In the first season; Blitz, an Imp, someone at the bottom of the hierarchy, and Stolas, a member of the Ars Goeita and a Prince, being in a sexual relationship with each other is seen as disgusting and shocking by those around them.

When Stella is calling Stolas out for cheating on her she seems more upset that it was with an imp, with most of her insults being based around that.

"Do you want to fuck this one (referring to their imp butler) too?!" - Stella (S1E2 LooLoo Land) "Fucking IMP SUCKER!" - Stella (S2E4 Western Energy)

When Stolas and Blitz are called out in Ozzie's for their relationship, the characters don't seem to point out that he's cheating but again, who he's cheating with.

"ARE YOU SLEEPIN' WITH AN IMP?!" - Wally Wackford (S1E7 Ozzie's) "Whew! My dark lord, how the mighty do fall." - Asmodeus (S1E7 Ozzie's)

All of these moments make it clear that having a relationship with someone outside of your social class, especially those at the literal bottom of the barrel, is frowned upon heavily in Hell's society.

So why are Ozzie and Fizz, and also Bee and Tex, able to be so public about their relationships and nobody cares?

Tex, a hellhound on the same level of status as the imps arguably even lower, is dating Beezlebub, a Deadly Sin and queen of the Gluttony Ring. They don't hide their relationship at all, with Tex introducing her as his girlfriend at a public event and Bee acting very lovey-dovey to him in public. Shouldn't there be a scandal about this? The class difference is arguably more than Blitz and Stolas, with Stolas only being a demon Prince, Bee is a Queen and she's dating someone whom most of Hell considers to be little more than actual pets. No one looks at them weird or even makes a comment about it?

Fizz and Ozzie are in the same boat, a deadly sin, the King of Lust is dating an imp. They at least somewhat point this out in the universe (Newspaper articles of Ozzie being a hypocrite and characters calling their relationship the worst-kept secret in Hell) but they don't get nearly the same amount of venom and societal ridicule that Stolas and Blitz got. When Asmodeus confirms in front of an entire crowd of Hellborns at Mammon's Clown Pageant in S2E7 MAMON'S MAGNIFICENT MIDSEASON SPECIAL, the crowd is... extremely accepting of it. With all of them cheering for Fizz and Ozzie and Mammon seemingly being the odd one out when it comes to ridiculing them for their supposedly forbidden love.

So what's the deal? Are higher demons and lower demons forbidden from dating each other or not? Because of how the show is written, it seems like it's only a problem when it's Stolas and Blitz. It's one example but still a glaring inconsistency in the worldbuilding that leaves several fans confused.

Hell not feeling like Hell

So outside of the hierarchy posing its own issues the actual setting also poses its own issues. A common criticism I've seen of Helluva and Hazbin is that Hell is just "Earth but red" and I'd have to agree with that honestly. You could replace the setting of Helluva as a group of assassins running a business in a major city like Los Angeles and change Stolas to being just a shady rich corporate backer and very little about the plot would change.

I'll just rapid fire some things that Hell has that make no sense in a place that's supposed to be evil, lawless, and a place of eternal suffering:

Fire Fighters

Hospitals that even lower classes can use.

Jails and Cops?? (What the fuck)

A fucking priest, officiating a wedding with a bible which implies there's a Hell Christianity?

Weddings and marriages that seem identical to Earth ones or Christian marriages (wouldn't Hell hate marriages for how they're tied to religion and God?)

Fucking Courts.

If these were one-off gags or something mentioned only once, I could let it slide. (Like Millie and Moxxie being married or Stolas and Stella getting a divorce) but when you drag out these plot points or repeatedly show things that make your world just feel like Earth but with a new coat of paint on it, It begins to feel like your world is just Earth but with a new coat of paint on it.

The worldbuilding in Helluva Boss feels like the worldbuilding in Cars where it just leaves more questions than it answers. (Why are sidewalks a thing in a world of sentient cars? They show an American flag so does that mean that the Car Civil War happened? THE POPE IS HERE IS THERE A CAR JESUS THAT DIED ON THE CAR CROSS FOR OUR CAR SINS??)

What is Demonic Law?

In Helluva Boss, the business the characters run is stated by multiple characters to be illegal. There are demons permitted to access the human world and imps are not one of them, making their business illegal. I.M.P's use of Stolas' grimoire is illegal it is not meant to be lent out to anyone, especially not to imps, Stolas even says so himself in S1E5 Harvest Moon. Stolas later affirms that the Imps need to be careful because if they get caught it could land all of them in trouble in S1E6 Truth Seekers:

"How the fuck did you get caught!? Were you not being careful? If you get in trouble I get in trouble!" - Stolas (S1E6 Truth Seekers)

So what's the deal with Stolas in S2E6 waltzing up to a DEADLY SIN and basically admitting that Blitz's running an ILLEGAL BUSINESS AND HE'S AN ACOMPLIS TO IT?? Asmodeus just... doesn't care that this demon prince just admitted to breaking demon law? Also, Blitz can advertise his business without worry that it could bite him in the ass, no one else at I.M.P. is concerned that they're running an illegal business that could land all of them in hot water? No one questions why a bunch of imps have access to the living world even though they're not supposed to?

Another thing they set up is Human Disguises, in S1E3 where Loona calls them out for going to the human world without using human disguises, making a big deal out of it. Whenever Loona goes to the human world she wears a human disguise as well as Verosika, her squad, and Stolas in S2E2.

"A human called me a possum! I am NOT a possum!" - Moxxie (S1E3 Spring Broken)

The human disguise rule is so inconsistent, why do Loona and Stolas wear theirs in Seeing Stars when Octavia is wandering around without one and the most people do is give her weird looks. The imps run around fine without them and no one cares or can see through their bad disguises The humans in the Hellverse are too stupid to notice the literal demons so why even bring up disguises at all? Why have human disguises be apart of Demon Law if it doesn't matter?

Demons being ...Nice?

A common response to criticism of this show is usually "It's Hell.". While I've already gone over why it sure don't feel like it but what's weirder still is yes, it's hell. Why are some people so fucking nice?

Moxxie doesn't want to kill an innocent mother and seems pretty soft, Millie and Moxxie are incredibly loving and caring to each other, when Blitz is younger, he has qualms against stealing, then we've got Beezlebub and Asmodeus who, by all accounts, are just nice people.

Bee becomes concerned for Blitz when he begins binge drinking (Aka, engaging in her sin) at one of her parties and Asmodeus has an entire speech about why consent matters and how lust shouldn't be forced. I'm not advocating for Ozzie to be a rapist or for Bee to be a one dimensional bitch but, it really doesn't make sense for the literal embodiments of sins to be so nice.

On that same note, there are villians in this show that we're mostly supposed to hate because they're.. mean?

Glitz and Glam, we hate them because they're hyper-competitive and mean to Fizz, but they're demons? Shouldn't we expect them to be mean? Stella is an abusive screaming harpy and awful to Stolas and we hate her for it, but she's a demon princess? Shouldn't that behavior be normal in Hell?

Certain demons being nice is fine, and it can give them depth, but when every 'good guy' is nice and chill and only the evil or villainousxczxc characters are cartoonishly evil it starts to become apparent that it's writer's bias.

Conclusion

While this isn't all of the worldbuilding issues that exist within Medrano's Hellverse, it's the big ones that I have the most problems with. For a show that's supposed to be made as a way to further build upon the world of Hell, Helluva does a very poor job at that and at points is even detrimental to Hazbin.

What I mean is, if Charlie needs a backer to the hotel, why doesn't she ask Ozzie or Bee? They seem like they'd be down for it since they're surprisingly anti-sin. Charlie no longer feels special because she isn't the only nice demon, she isn't the odd one out anymore since a lot of Hell's leaders also seem to be pretty chill and nice.

Again, this isn't a rant or something that I made to dunk on these shows, I love both of them still and I want them to be better. For Hazbin and Helluva to live up to their potential and be the best they can be, no work is above being critiqued, it comes with the territory and I wish more of the fandom was normal about someone having negative feelings towards parts of the show's writing and to stop putting good faith and bad faith criticism in the same boot and backing that shit into the Hudson.

[icyfox17]

WIP folder game

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIP

Tagged by @divine-victory

The fact that this isn't even all of my wips... Cause most of my wips are in my notes app and those dont have titles 😭😭 im ngl i forgot about half of these whoops

1. Effluvium 5+1

2. psych 911 notes bc wtf why cant i find my og ones

3. mmmmm mind control

4. empath comaduo

5. phoenix buck ch1

6. comaduo breakfast post nightmare slay

7. when winter vanishes

8. mmm hostage fic mmmm

9. Untitled document

10. elementary 911 yipepepe

11. time loop buck... reunion themed this time :))

12. evil call uh oh

13. pest fic

14. 5+1 buck learning new sports/things

15. buck got Got (ouchie head :()

16. xmas bucktommy fic YAYYAYAY

17. Whumptober day 21 alt prompt: time loop

18. psych 911 CMON SON !!

19. Wlb ch 4 babeyyy

20. solace ch 5 yippee!!!

21. buck and bobby music fic

22. bobby sad!! sad bobby !! bucks dead!! ace this ones for U <3

23. timeloop comaduo

24. buck and bobby hike woowowooo

25. ermmm 911 happy fathers day ?!?!

26. mmmm uno reverse plus four halcyon

27. buddie,,, oops eddie got hurt who did that

28. 5+1 feaaaaaaaaarss yasss

29. takes several breaths. we done fucked up (bh crimeboys)

30. Ermmm I'm hella sleepy rn

31. wally whump wally whump wally wally whump wally

OKAY TAG TIME

No pressure:)

@jtownraindancer @jiksvokrat @dragonpyre @soupedsprout @cristalmystery @sammiekel @kiththecat @ghosts-and-blue-sweaters @sunflowervc @owlf45 @savethepinecones @the-amber-raven @lostlavenderer @arionth @sleepdeprivedofmycorn @cannimochi @faenemy @moonslamp @clusterbungle @bandanabiel @they-reap-what-we-sow @tumbler-dot-com-user @donationwayne @long-lost-soul

[satyricplotter]

NO don't take revenge via birdwatcher! no one deserves this pain! (plsplsplsplspls i wanna see him be The Worst at the beginning and have to crawl his way back after setting the status quo SO low that you have no expectations of him and therefore are never impressed or disappointed, just resigned and neutral)

"not even a kiss on the cheek" you're absolutely right and that's what i was picturing too but the mumbled goodbye makes it SO much worse somehow. and that paragraph is so fun bc it's both true and also sounds exactly how he would justify this to himself lmao. bc he does at the end of the day Want to be a good guy, rather than just One Of The Good Guys. like, he doesn't want to be the situationship that you cry to bartenders about. it's both an ego thing (he wants to be better than everyone else in every metric) and a genuine thing, i think. manipulative and secretive and distant he may be, but dickie g does genuinely want to be a good person.

ohhhh you're so evil for the "everyone deserves good aftercare!" and "it has nothing to do with you". it makes me crazy. like either dick genuinely is disconnected or he's trying to convince himself he's just here to get off and isn't invested in this (depending on the situation and your prior relationship), but either way that is exactly how it would play out both in your and his minds. you think about how it's not like you deserve special treatment when he has so much on his plate, and what's worse is he's thinking the same fucking thing. i want to throttle him.

yes yes yes he's so romantic and so? idealistic? like, it plays out over and over again his life where he makes a move bc he thinks it's the way things Should be, even though it's absolutely bonkers and he should know better given the context of his decision. like, the rushed proposal with kori when the titans were falling apart and they were struggling in their relationship and living on wally's couch. that's a move he made bc being Married To The Love Of His Life just felt like the thing he should be. it was less about the real world and more about his vision board. and he's the same in your bed (only your bed, of course. you don't even know where he lives). he's playing out this scripted fantasy of How A Relationship Should Be, even though he's absolutely not down for a relationship with you. but for the duration, he's committed. he's here. he puts his heart and soul into the performance and genuinely believes it himself. and like you said it's absolutely influenced by how much he loves Love

UNWANTED BONE what if this was my last straw. ohhh thinking forever about how he sees you thriving without him and gets an eye twitch. texts you while you're out with your friends just to prove to himself he's still got you wrapped around his finger and can derail your whole evening with a single text. the smugness. the territorialness. he's a master at giving you just enough to keep you stuck. thinking about him being SO loving and tender when you're having a hard time, and it's not exactly that he's thinking about how if he wasn't so tender at this vulnerable moment, you might get fed up and actually cut him off. but it's like. in his mind. he's cooing at you so sweetly and watching the clock over your shoulder calculating how much he has to comfort you to keep you from crashing out and never speaking to him again.

it's just like him to not even let you ice him out. you try to pick up your self-respect and he's all hurt. why you gotta be so cold with him. he's got so much going on and he still made time to come see you. and then you're back on your knees where he likes you again and the cycle repeats lmao

"as genuine as it is calculated" is the through-line of dick's characterization for me. such a good way to put it

realistically this would end with him stringing you along forever until he finds a bone he likes better but god. i like seeing him suffer. so badly want to see him try to claw his way out of this situation into a real, actual relationship. any way it plays out is so fun to me.

you're eager and invested and loving? he's simultaneously kicking himself for being a distant asshole for so long and thinking nostalgically about when you had no claim to him and he could disappear on you with no explanation for weeks.

my favorite though is imagining a sort of. uh-huh. sure. whatever you say, dick. he burned you so bad you don't have nerve endings anymore, so it doesn't matter whether he's suckerpunching you or kissing your ankles. not even checked out, really, you just don't really expect anything of him. he keeps his word and shows up for you and woos you the way he said he would? sure, we can fuck until you inevitably get called away again. he can't keep his word? no reaction. no hurt. just shrugging like his absence or presence are the same to you. i think he would have to be really obsessed to stick with this one bc it's tailor-made to hit all his insecurities and traumas but i just really enjoy the idea of him having to claw his way back into your good graces and be constantly aware of how low your expectations are of him. even if he does win you over, he knows you're always kind of expecting him to stand you up on your anniversary dinner. it's what he deserves

FKDSJF my goddd. okay no spoilers because i haven't finished writing that part yet and everything is subject to change but i have to say. you always pay the price for what you do, mr. grayson, even when you don't really know what it is you're doing. (also this song is on the birdwatcher playlist and there is a good two to three chapters where i'm taking the lyrics "i can't let go / i don't know how / i can't go home / i love you now [...] i can't go home / i want everything now" (dick pov) very seriously.)

he does want to be so good, is the thing. and he works at it and he picks it back up even when he fails at it and it is his life's mission to do good even if it's just a a little, just for one person. "if i can stop one heart from breaking i shall not live in vain" and so on and so forth. it's just like you say. it's not about being a Good Guy it's about doing good. the right thing. what really matters. it's a lofty goal and he makes it practical and mundane and not easy, but achievable. he is genuinely admirable to me.

which might seem contrary to every fucked up hellish scenario he puts you through but he's not thinking about itttttt. he's not setting out to ruin your life. he is an adult man and you are also an adult and he is taking you at your word. you said you wanted this and that you could do the no strings attached thing. wouldn't it just be disrespectful to call you out for whatever emotional reaction you've clearly been having, which might or might not be even related to him, anyway? do you even want that from him? he's not going to second guess you. you said you could do this.

(of course if you couldn't do it, he'd never hold it against you. you'd just never see him again, i guess. at least not in that capacity.)

and i don't even think he's unreasonable about it is the worst thing! he really does have an awful lot in his plate. and a lot of it is proper insane stuff. he has city ending crises every week and the occasional universal disaster every few years. his father-brother-mentor is the fucking batman, dude. if you know even a fraction of it, like, what can you even do but cut the guy some slack? that's the other side of it too, even when you don't know but the gist of it, it's just hard not to sympathize with him. should he not get to spend some fun time with a person he likes, work off some energy, not have to drag them into his mess, not have to get involved in something he knows he cannot maintain? you said you could do this.

YES he is so idealistic in such a disconnected way from reality i fear he is chasing blindly an ideal wrapped up in nostalgia. he wants the lovely normal civilian life that he is wired from birth not to like but in the smallest doses. he's a bird, man. he flies. i think he's the type to mourn things that could've been more so for the imagined happiness of it than for what it truly would've been or for what he's actually feeling. to me he has like an imagined path that his life ought to take and it's not one he really wants or one that is feasible for him to have, but it is what Should Be.

"thinking forever about how he sees you thriving without him and gets an eye twitch." YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORSE THING IS? it's because he elevates it. he makes better every situation. it's so fucking infuriating. he wants to share that joy, he wants to be part of it, he just wants to have no stakes in it. he doesn't want it to depend on him because he can't take it because so much already does. and you don't deserve that. so don't ask him for what he can't!!!! give you!! please this could be so good if it doesn't end

(but he wants you to be vulnerable with him. he wants to matter to you. he wants to be there for you, and give you his shoulder to cry on, and comfort you. he wants you to appreciate him and love him, and to some extent this is the performer in him but it is also the lonely child under the spotlight, completely abandoned by the world in the snap of a cord. he wants the stasis of it being suspended in the air, where you're submerged in the thrill of soaring and unconcerned about the landing.)

"he's simultaneously kicking himself for being a distant asshole for so long and thinking nostalgically about when you had no claim to him and he could disappear on you with no explanation for weeks." IM COMMITTING MURDER. WHAT THE FUCK. he WOULD be fucking wistful about not having the obligation. because it was just... easier. he LIKES the happy look in your face, the reassurance, the being there for you. but it is bothersome. his natural flightiness... oh my godddd i know the feeling entirely. dick grayson. jesus.

thinking about it morphing into a real relationship is so fSDFJS you're going to have to crawl on your knees through the desert my man. i cant even blame him for being cowardly all this time. i think frankly at least half of the transition has to happen without him noticing. he has to get caught off guard with how comfortable he is with you now. and a lot of it has to do with the gradual change of you not caring. i think when you relax and stop trying to get him to stay, a subconscious part of him goes oh it's safe now we won't be smothered and latches onto you. there's also a certain degree of competitiveness like. of course he can win you back.

i think your disinterest is the sharpest weapon in the world. it really makes him suffer lmaoooo but it does have to come after he's sort of settled into your company. if it happens too early, he'll just let you slip away. he has to be invested enough, but unaware of just how much until he wants you to act a certain way and you're... not insincere about it, but just. kinda superficial. not really looking to go too deep. it's not that you don't care--of course you care! you are friends :)--it's just that... well, this has nothing to do with you. wasn't that the point he was making all those months ago?

[cacciocavalloblu]

A Hello Neighbor Fanfiction: 31th October 1954,Raven Brooks

Note:Contains Death,Abuse and things like this

Summary:Gerda hadn't Always been the local baker and Forest protectors.Before that she was one of the bullies of the inventors club...and even before that...she was just a normal girl, that was forced to deal with big stuff,too big for her.

Principal's office-12 a.m

"Please sit down,Ms Baker" said the principal

She could tell by his voice's tone that she was in bigger trouble than usual.Not that she could really blame him for that after all,while he was a kind Person he was still a principal and that was the sixth time she was sent at his office in Just a month.New record.

Gerda sit in silence,just hoping she won't hurt him too

"Ms Baker,i hope you know why are you here" said the principal cleary dissapointed,instead of angry as she thought at first,that only made her feel even more guilty.

"i broke the nose to Andy Johnson and i have almost choked him" she said with a tone of voice between shame and guilty

He nods,now cleary more frustated "Gerda… you are a really smart girl for your age,and from what i heard from your teachers you are also very kind and polite… however your "angry issues " are a real problem.We have talked multiple times Gerda,but everytime you Always come back here.Please Gerda…tell me…why are you doing this? Why do you have these angry issues?…And if don't worry,this conversation will stay between me and you,i won't tell anything to your parents" he adds quickly seeing the girl scared expression

"I…I don't know for sure sir" Said Gerda still nervous. "Gerda…please, everytime i ask you this question you Always avoid to answer…i won't force you to answer,but i think it could be help you a lot" Gerda took a breath. "I…i… sometimes i just feel an uncontrable rage…this is clear to everyone but…i feel it's problably worse…my rage… doesn't matter how much time i supress it…i am not enough strong to control It…when someone hurt me…or my Friends…i lose control…i Just wanna hurt…make them suffer…" Gerda explained.Fortunately for her holding back the tears was her biggest skill cause she could tell she could have easily cried right now.

"From what i heard mr Johnson had made fun of your family and Mr Rossi's one too for your,humile origins…is that true" Asked The principal with patience.

Gerda simply nods,praying in silence that the principal kind soul didn't left him right in this Moment

"Listen Gerda,i had the chance to see you are really nice girl and i have no intention to give up with you.However i hope you understand that your rage is a serious problem.I Will help you if you need, however if this happens again next time there will be consequences…hope you understand Gerda" He said slowly and calmly

"Thank you sir,this is even more than what i deserve." Gerda said meeting the eyes of the principal for the first time.

The principal gave her a comforting smile and,hoping to cheer her up,he gives her some candies "You can go Gerda,i don't think any kid would like spend the halloween night at school.Even if i bet the math tests are scarier than any other monster"

That made Gerda giggle a Little, She accepted the candies and slowly got out from the office

Gerda's house- 7:pm

"SHUT UP YOU STUPID MAN AND CLOSE YOUR FUCKING MOUTH"

"LEARN YOUR PLACE IN THIS FAMILY WOMAN!"

Gerda was hiding herself under the table, trying to avoid being hit by a flying plate again,her scars were already enough.Her parents were fighting and She has no intention to be in the middle of their brawl ever again, especially not with her halloween costume that risked to be broken.Arlo and Wally would have arrived soon.When she heard the doorbell,she ran outside before her parents could yells against her for every possible reason.

"Ehy guys" said Gerda at her two best friends.Arlo was wearing a pumpkin as a mask, with some farmer shirt that he proudly said have stolen from His dad old wardrobe.Wally instead,as every year,decided to wear a costume based on the Raven Man, the stupid local legend

"seriously Gerd? We already looked stupid without your stupid alien costume, didn't you have anything better?" Asked Wally annoyed

"Oh shut up already Wally,not all of us have enough money for waste them in some other costume" She rolled her eyes

"guys,guys, guys,PLEASE!i skipped dinner just for have enough space for the candies.Can we stop arguing and start our research before someone else steal them" implored Arlo

"Yeah sure Arl,we need to move"

So the trio moved to the first house.No candies for them.So they moved to the second house.No candies for them.So they trued the third,the fourth,the fifth,the sixth, and all the houses in Raven Brooks.Still no candies.

"Oh Come on,HOW IT IS POSSIBLE?" Gerda kicked a trashcan in frustation.

"The other kids must have did Trick or Treath before us,i bet it was Marvin,That dirty bastard" responded Wally.

"EHY WALLY!I told you my mom doesn't like swearing so please stop it" said Arlo. "Your mom isn't here." "Still doesn't want me to listen swears."

While Arlo and Wally continued to argue about swearings Gerda noticed Something…or someone…in the woods.

"Ehy,do you see that person over there too?" Asked at her friends. "uh…Oh yes,it's look like have a similar costume to mine,what is he doing in the woods?" asked Wally

"Do you think they could have some candies to share" Arlo cheers filled with new hopes,That made Gerda giggles a Little.

"Well there is only a Way to find out"She tried to lead the way but Wally stopped her" "Woah Gerds,do you seriously i think it's a good idea? Go during night in the forest i mean…." "Wow,the Great Wally Smith is scared of some trees?" she friendly teased her friend. "What?I am not!Never mind,Let's Chase that man!" "Said like that seems we are making a crime" "Shut up Arlo! You want the candies so bad? Then let's go!" Gerda couldn't help but chuckle to her Friends discussing. "Come on Raven and Pumpink kids,If we move fast enough we should be able to reach him"

…

They weren't fast enough, they had lost too much time talking,and as it wasn't enough Arlo got stuck between the poison ivy two times.

They had even reach the new church that will be build pretty soon.However the person was nowhere.

"great,we Lost it.Say goodbye to pur chance to have candies" Said Gerda dissapointed.

"AHHHHHHHHH" "Arlo i swear, if you sre stuck again in the pois-" Wally stop talking,Arlo wasn't anywhere.The two Friends started to panic.

"Arlo!Arlo!" Yelled Gerda, feeling the anxious growing quickly. "Ehy look!" Wally pointed a very deep hole in the floor "GUYS!GUYS! DO YOU HEAR ME? HELP!" Arlo's voice arrived from below.

"WE ARE COMING!" Gerda took Wally's hand and they jumped. After their fall, they found themself in a strange room.It was full of golden shining coins,Arlo was in the floor in pain. "Gerda,give a look at the room, I try to see if Arlo can walk at all" said Wally with a serious tone in contrast to his normal personality,that didn't matched at all. She stand up and look at the coins,then with a quick move put it some in her bag.She felt like a thief but after all her family had too much financy problems while whoever owned these coins was problably rich,he wouldn't have mind.

she decided that only if she would have find the owner she would have give them back.

Then her eyes moved on an old broken door

"Guys i think i have found the exit,Arlo can you walk?" "Y-yeah,it hurts a Little but i can"

The trio slowly opened the door but they then stopped at the sight of the person in costume before… with many many others

"Seriously, is my costume so unoriginal?" Wally Whispers.

But then they all stopped,they were trying to listen what they were saying but it was very difficult.However the few words they listened… were only making them feel worse.

"genocide" "Our lord" "Flood" "Physical form"…every word worse than the other...

"Guys,we must escape from here,let's return back and find another exi-"

"KYAAAAAH" A raven were looking and screaming at the trio.All the creepy weirdos turn around to look at them "RUN"Gerda screamed.

They tried to return back,but Arlo's leg was too hurt for running,He strumble making all the children fall on the floor,and the weirdos in Raven Mask had took Wally,and one of them put their hand on his Neck

"please… please…please stop it" implored Wally,his breath was rapidly faiding and the weirdo grasp was becoming stronger

"L-Let him g-go…p-please" Gerda implored but no one them gave her even a look

"p-please… please…" She tried again,her frustation growing.But they still ignored,And Gerda was Just even more in panic,until…her rage and frustration took over her mind. She push the weirdo against the wall.

"LEAVE" Gerda punched so hard the weirdo that the mask fell off, revealing she had made the man's nose bleed "US" She gave him another punch,his face was becoming purple and he was looking at her like he was praying her mercy "ALONE!" Without control Gerda…broke the man's neck,she realized what she did just too late.She had killed a man.

The room turned in silence,.Wally,Arlo or even the other weirdos didn't said anything,and Gerda could only imagine in fear what her Friends's faces could be under the Masks.What was worse Is that…she felt powerfull for the first time in her life, and this strange feeling was now mixed with her sense of guilty.She started to cry.

As the situation wasn't enough tragic a new voice shattered the air

"LET HER STAY! FEED ME WITH THE OTHERS''FRESH" the voice said.Gerda turned pale,looking at her Friends and at the raven weirdos.in panic she tried to find a way to escape,but there was any other door. "HERE" Wally took Gerda and Arlo by their hand and they quickly entered into vent.They moved faster than they could in that Little place and then After some minutes…they were out.Again in the woods. "WE ARE ALIVE" Yelled happy Arlo. But it was too soon to talk…A storm… One of the worse storm that Raven Brooks would have ever seen…arrived.The skyes turned quickly purple and the clouds covered the starlight.And before anyone could say anything the wind's Strenght separate the three Friends. "GUYS" was the last thing Gerda had said before she hit her against a tree, making her feel unconscious

????-????

She woke up, don't knowing where was she…but it looked…like an hospital

"you are a tough girl i see,you woke up pretty fast"A man in a police suit was at the right of the bad

"W-what happened? Who are you? Where are my friends" Gerda had millions of questions to ask Fortunately the young police officer didn't look bored

"Pleasure to meet you Gerda,I am Keith.You fell unconscious during the Storm and i rescued you.As for your friends…the police department Is still looking for them" Keith said with patience. Gerda turned pale…Arlo and Wally…where were they?did that strange group of people…

"Listen Gerda,i won't force you to speak with me…but if you are comfortable, please,i need to know what happened the last night"

Gerda started to sweat in panic at the Question.

She stayed in silence.

She was scared of every possible consequences.

She had killed a man and in part enjoyed it,she had found a some type of creepy cult,she had stole coins… She was scared…it was her fault,she had convince them to go to the woods…and now they were missing.Her skin turned pale.

As if Keith could read her thoughts,or at least her emotions,left the room giving her personal space.Now All Alone Gerda started to cry,and cry,and cry… without realizing…a raven was looking at her from the hospital Window.

[starwalker03]

angst brain worm. AU of WMLP where due to magic or soulmate stuff when one of the original team gets injured, all of them get scars or a mark where the scar is. The cast getting a back row seat to see horrible things happening to each other but can't pin point who got what scar. Someone is getting whipped no one but Dick knows who. The possibility to communicate with self harm. Wally getting out of the speedforce and seeing all these scars.

listen here you little shit-

I love the energy but I just considered my dark au wherein the whole team is one poly group of soulmates and took psychic damage. I need to go lie down.

okay i laid down and then didn't come back. anyway.

that is. horrible. knowing that one of their loved ones is going through something, not even knowing from pain how bad it is, only having a scar/mark. watching it shift and change as the injury heals.

there's probably a while where Kaldur is so confused because he keeps getting so many that heal way too quickly. they can't be Conner's, he isn't so easily wounded nor does he have a healing factor (as far as I'm aware? someone fact check me lmao. certainly not one as quick as Dick's) but it can't be Artemis or M'Gaan. finding out Dick is alive by science experiment means and realising that was all being done to Dick. the team always knowing if something is happening to Dick because those marks heal the quickest.

Wally getting them all at once is horrific to think about. especially cause he's just come out of the speed force; for a moment he thinks they're his own scars. he doesn't know what happened. and then he realises they're not real scars they're soul marks and his stomach drops.

Oh my god. everyone would have the brand from Slade. they would all know that Slade had branded Dick. not just marked him as something Slade owns, but specifically with such a barbaric instrument as white-hot metal. the knowledge as they watch it settle into their skin that Dick must have smelt his own burning flesh.

the scar on Dick's eye. seeing it slowly but surely track its way across his face, knowing that it's purposeful, not an accident, that there is probably something very bad going on right now while Dick takes this cut.

Okay I have to stop thinking about Dick. who else has had the shit kicked out of them.

man. M'Gaan's first field mission. she doesn't get a lot of them, but Bee would have sent her on at least one before letting her work with Renegade. the team seeing these injuries and panicking because it's not Dick. and it can't be Conner. and surely not Kaldur, he's locked up tight.

which leaves Meg and Artemis. Artemis is the only one who can logically surmise it's M'Gaan. fucking hell. M'Gaan was pretty much only hurt by fire or force in the show, she never dealt with stabs and genuine blows. she's a support fighter, really, until at least season two. and the whole team had a sort of thing in their heads of babying M'Gaan. knowing she's going through something, no ideas as to what, but that this could be the first time she's dealing with real genuine inescapable pain, without anyone by her side to help.

I can't handle this shit right now.

(Wally asking Dick which marks are from Dick, which ones are from other team members. Dick looking at his own scars on someone else's body and realising exactly what he's gone through and reliving it anew through Wally's eyes)