#young justice shifter

[cutekindacrazy]

That's so cool! I totally get the DC thing don't worry. I pick and choose what I like for my DC Dr haha I'd love to hear more! Like when do you join and who are you close with? And I love to see pictures if you want to share! 💖

Also I get the phobos thing ngl haha I was more into the comics so I'm not sure how much they differ from the show but I love you chose wind as your element that would probably what I would choose too!😊

I join a few episodes after Artemis does. And I end up being close to her (my whole idea is the team does a secret Santa event every year and she got me so she hangs out with me to see what I like and we start to genuinely become friends.) Most of the team is iffy about me because my mom is a villain especially Wally (it totally has nothing to with our enemies to lovers arc). I also see Kaldur being the most neutral because he gives the whole 'strong leader can see from both sides. I have mostly made sketches of my suit. Also I use bing ai for some solely because I sometimes need the inspo but I only use it for drs! So I have my usually mission suit and my goddess arcane form I use because I also like to be op.

I have always loved air! I feel like it matches my vibe so well too! I have read the comic and watch the show and I personally prefer the show I just like the vibe. Also these have different styles cause I was experimenting with my art style.

[evangelineshifts]

yall imma start writing fics based on my drs so if you want to pic a dr from my list and send in prompts ideas i would be very happy thanks!! (im a slacker tho so dont expect much now 😭)

[chaotictoon]

Shape Shifters

Cartoon girls + with shape shifting powers

[tayshifts]

I don't think I've talked about my Young Justice dr here before so have some lore

Name: Taylor Queen

Meta Ability: Canary Cries

Hero name: Amplifier (s1-s2), Overtone (s2-), though I might stick with Amplifier

Parents: Oliver Queen and Dinah Lance-Queen

Age: 20 (s2)

Affiliation: The Team

Best Friend: M'gann, they can never make me hate my bestie 💛💚

I am going undercover with Kaldur before Artemis joins the mission. I agreed so I could look for clues to find Roy and save him. I will be blowing my cover to save M'gann when she's captured, claiming to hate Kaldur for "killing" Artemis, so I don't give them away to the Light

I considered shifting to a reality where Roy was never captured, but ultimately decided to go with the plot because he needs better support than he's given in the show. I want to make sure he gets that support

I also scripted that Wally never died because fuuuuuck that. His death still gets me. I skip Endgame on my rewatches of the show

[brucewaynehater101]

I personally am not a fan of romantic/sexual a/b/o but I do have a headcanon for Tim.

I believe that Tim, regardless of gender, wouldn’t have the scents of his parents on him since they’re gone so frequently, essentially making him packless. Maybe the elites of Gotham prefer to wear scent blockers so there would not be anyone aware of Tim being rejected by his parents.

Taking into account Tim’s distant relationship with the bats when he first became Robin it wouldn’t be a surprise is Tim wasn’t invited to cuddling sessions where they would scent each other. As vigilantes they also frequently would wear scent blockers to avoid identification.

All this is to say that I would find it comedic if one day Red Robin takes off his scent blockers and instead of smelling like the rest of the bats pack if instead you could tell that he had bonded with young justice, romantic or platonic is up to you, since many of the young justice members would have also been rejected from the other packs around them.

-abo anon

Hi!!! Definitely agree on not a huge fan of romantic a/b/o. There's some cool stuff with platonic a/b/o, but shifter and/or creature fics tend to have most of those cool features.

Let's get into the hc/au, though!!!!

Does this AU have anything to do with pack bonds or nesting? For the sake of it, we will say that it does.

You're right that Tim probably wouldn't have his parents' scent on him. In fact, he probably thinks this is normal.

Is it nice when his parents are home, he gets scented, and then he feels safe, secure, and loved for a bit? Yeah. However, that's a luxury, not a need. It's nice, but Tim can live without it. He has everything else he needs (Tim, buddy, no).

We tie this mindset into the Gotham elite one as well. Tim knows it's improper to just have proof of scents wafting around. Everyone wears scent blockers (perhaps this became a norm due to rich people having affairs, marrying for money, etc). Therefore, Tim thinks it has to be common that the upper class just doesn't scent, or doesn't scent often. It's like those weird sitcoms Tim sees on the TV.

Then he becomes Robin.

At first, due to Dick and Bruce fighting, Tim doesn't see much of the cuddling, nesting, scenting behaviors. They still do it, but not as often or openly.

As the family starts to heal, the Waynes aren't purposefully trying to exclude Tim or anything. In fact, Dick (and maybe Bruce too) want to engage in those familial/loving activities. However, it's very intimate and only done with people you consider family. Dick does consider Tim to be his brother, but Tim has his parents. Also, how would the Waynes explain scenting their son to the Drakes when the Drakes go to do a similar thing?

Even after the Drakes die, Tim has his "uncle." They can't really explain away the Waynes scenting Tim, so they keep refraining.

While all of this is happening, Tim has fond his place with YJ. He's learned what scenting really means, how it's healthy and vital to them, and how horrid it was that his parents weren't around enough to do it. Tim has complicated feelings on that matter, though.

He found YJ and, even with retired members, they make sure to visit often for scenting purposes. Everyone in YJ is part of the family.

As anon said, you can hc a romantic poly for the core four or do a qpr. Either way, they are everything to each other.

Since YJ core were the first to consistently scent and bond with Tim, Kon and Bart's deaths particularly burned.

Anyways, he gets them back and everything. The Waynes are settling down. Things are good.

Then Tim takes off his scent blockers, which, for plot purposes, he's never done in front of the Waynes (maybe something about propriety's sake and YJ being the only ones he takes them off for). Chaos ensue when the Waynes realize that Tim doesn't smell like them, not one bit. He does smell heavily of YJ, though.

Also, perhaps YJ didn't wear blockers, but the batfam didn't know what Tim smelt like (due to the blockers), so they never connected the dots.

[arjwrites]

— Hiii!! I wanted to ask if you could write a angst/comfort Castiel x Winchester!Reader (She's she older sister🥹). Where basically the reader is hunting nonstop to try to vent her anger and Castiel is trying to make her get a break or smth? (Make them cuddle please <3!!)

And I'm so happy to see an active supernatural account omgg‼️❤️‍🩹 (And sorry if it's difficult to understand my request, English is not my first language and it's a little confusing for me </3)

Numb- Castiel x Winchester!Reader

A/N- HI ANON! Thanks so much for being my first ever request! I hope I did this ask justice. Thank you so much for reaching out, feel free to let me know what you think (and don't worry, your English is fantastic!) <3 Summary- Reader is Sam and Dean’s older sister. After a series of unfortunate events, she finds herself separating from her brothers to deal with her own shit the only way she knows how. Castiel, however, has a few things to say about it.  Warnings: Not a whole lot- less than canon level violence, some angst and hurt. A little bit of Cas love <3 -

It had been a hard few years for your family- let’s face, it, a hard few decades. After watching your brothers go through more trials, more heartbreak, more loss than anyone should ever go through in a lifetime, you were weary. Your sweet brothers, so young when they were thrust into this fight. You all were, of course- you were only 6 when everything changed on that fateful night in Kansas. The three of you had grown immeasurably close over all the years of hunting, and it was always your job to keep a watchful eye over the boys. 

You never could have expected what was to come for your brothers. They had faced so much more than you could’ve ever imagined. You were at their side every step of the way as a fierce protector and frequent caregiver. But Sam and Dean were always the eye of the storm- the chaos of the world circled firmly around the two of them. You were a side character time and time again. And that was okay- you played your role, you did everything you could to support your brothers as they went to hell and back. But when one too many demons started chirping in your ear, taunting that you were useless, that you being there only slowed them down, and when your brothers did a less-than-convincing job of assuring you otherwise, you decided you’d take a step back- get out of their way. 

The only way you could describe the feeling was numb. For nearly as long as you could remember, your whole purpose was to protect Sam and Dean, to do anything for them, to keep them safe. And now, you were cast aside, left without a role to play in their big fight. 

It took about a month for you to find your groove. At first you were lost, dodging calls from your brothers, holing up in dingy motels and dirty bars, unsure of what to do with yourself. That was until you heard of a case in the town over from where you were staying- a vamp nest that had been picking at the local population. So, armored only with your own recklessness and loss of purpose, you went in swinging, taking down the nest without so much as a scratch. That was the first time the numbness subsided long enough for you to feel anything. The pure unbridled hatred that coursed through your veins in that moment was the fuel that had been carrying your broken body for nearly six months now. 

Case after case after case. Hauntings and demons and vamps, a shifter, a werewolf or two. You had slashed through every adversary you could track down, careening down the coast and leaving a path of supernatural destruction in your wake. There was no time for breaks, and no need for them. If you let yourself sit with your thoughts for too long, there was no telling what you would do. 

Most recently, you had tracked down a demon with a particularly smart mouth. After being thrown around like a ragdoll and acquiring your fair share of bumps and bruises, you had trapped the demon and begun to exorcise him- but not before he could start talking. 

“Little brothers are lost without you, you know.” The demon gazed down upon you, flashing black eyes and a spreading grin. His tone was taunting, spiteful, designed to confuse and disorient you.

“You shut your goddamn mouth,” you retorted, dousing him in holy water. “You don’t know my brothers.” The latter half of your sentence came out as a whisper, and it was unlikely he had heard you over the sounds of his own screams. 

With the demon exorcised and thus the hunt complete, you soldiered back to your motel room for another night of restless sleep. The anger from the mention of your brothers was still coursing deeply inside of you. Were Sam and Dean really lost without you? Was the demon just saying that so you’d go home and get in their way again? Along with the deep gash that lined your left side and the likely dislocated shoulder, your body also carried with it a confusion and weariness you hadn’t felt since striking out on your own. Yet again, you were letting demons get into your head. 

Arriving at the motel, you unlocked the door and flicked on the buzzing fluorescent light to see a figure standing with their back turned from you. The presence felt deeply comforting and familiar, yet you still drew your gun in anticipation of attack.

“They’re looking for you, you know.” The low, gravelly voice rumbled, traveling slowly across the room as he turned to face you. Castiel. 

Your response was stalled as you processed his arrival. 

“I doubt it, Cas. It’s better to be out of their way. And you know it too.”

“You don’t understand, they were just trying to protect you, but it was not-”

“That’s MY JOB, Castiel. I protect THEM!” Your outburst took the angel slightly aback, drawing a look of concern to his face that you weren’t sure you had seen before. Still, you continued. “But if they don’t want me there to save the world with them, that’s fine. I’m still going to take out every other goddamn thing I can find in the meantime, to protect them the only other way I can.” 

“Y/N. Who protects you? What good do you do to anybody if you’re dead?” Castiel seemed desperate, growing heated in a way that felt out of his nature. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you protested as you cast your gaze away from him.

“Y/N, I have been watching you. I have been here with you many more times than you have realized. But you were too blinded by your own rage and hurt to see. I have done everything I could to protect you for this whole rampage, but this time I could not, and you got hurt.” The angel closed the gap between you as he spoke, grasping a hand around your arm and letting his grace seep into the wound. His proximity was close, and his grip was tight- it felt like he was holding on to you for fear of what would happen if he let you go. You felt the warmth of healing radiate through your extremities, and though it probably wasn’t from the grace, you could feel the comfort reach your heart.  

Your numbness had shifted. Before, it had always been cold and empty, sharp in a way. It was a numbness that begged to be filled, to be pushed away and stifled. But now, with Castiel’s presence, numb felt soft and warm. It relaxed your entire body and relieved you of tension stretching back further than you were even sure of. 

“Y/N, it is time to rest. You have been a soldier since you were only a child. You must let yourself be. You need to come home.”

This was a softer Castiel than you had come to know before you left. It was still Cas, of course- everything you had always loved so dearly about him, but he felt much more human. The concern in his eyes, the poignancy of his words, the way he so clearly loved and cared for you enough to watch over and protect you for months, all while dealing with his own world of problems. 

And he was right. You had run for too long, drowned out your problems and destroyed yourself in the process. All of the exhaustion, aches and pains seeped into you at once. There was nothing left in you to protest. 

“Okay,” you succumbed. “I’ll rest.”

“I’m glad. You can let me know if you need anything. I will listen in. Perhaps I can bring you home tomorrow, after you sleep.” Cas stepped back, getting ready to blip away, when you used the last bit energy in your system to reach back out to him.

“Wait.” You knew what you needed from him, but you were scared to ask. The room stood painfully still, Castiel’s blue eyes locking with yours in confusion, his gaze as intense as ever. 

“Will you please stay?” 

The broken whisper of your voice left nothing for you to hide. You had crumbled right in front of Cas’s eyes. Something inside him hurt, a sharp feeling in his stomach he hadn’t yet felt before. 

“Yes. I will stay,” he nodded with a deeply furrowed brow. 

So the two of you climbed into the motel bed, Cas hesitating but following your lead. Once you both had settled, he found himself melting into your touch. It felt much more natural than he ever would have thought. He had propped himself slightly upright, while your head met his chest and a leg wrapped one of his. His arm draped over you, rubbing gentle circles into your back, keeping time with the rhythmic heave of your breathing. It was peaceful, he had to admit. He understood why humans did this. 

Your own thoughts echoed that same satisfaction. Though there had been a guardian angel watching over you all along, you could finally rest now that you could feel his presence. It didn’t take long for you to drift off- the chance to just lay with Cas lulled you to sleep much faster than you had ever anticipated. As you slept, your grip around the angel tightened from time to time- like you subconsciously feared he would be gone when you woke up. 

Thankfully, Cas wasn’t going anywhere. It was about time someone was there to protect you.

[cutekindacrazy]

Hii!! Omg can you tell me about your young justice Dr?? And maybe w.i.t.c.h. too because I loved that when I was younger and I barely see anyone talk about it!! 💖

Omg I don't think I have ever heard anyone talk about W.I.T.C.H either! Okay so first I'll talk about my young justice dr. So my only knowledge of the DCU is from young justice and a few other of the animated shows so if your a hardcore fan don't come for me lmao. Anyway so in that dr my name is Nokomis Le Fay and I'm the Enchantresses daughter (I wanted a villain parent for the drama.) who left my mom because I have a conscious unlike her and ended up meeting wonder woman who took me under her wing. She eventually put me on the young justice team. Thats the gist of it but if you want me to go more into detail i can.

As for my W.I.T.C.H dr I take Hay Lin's place as the air guardian (mainly because we have the same personality and hobbies so it makes sense anyway.) My dr follows both season one and twos plots but imma fulfill my childhood dream and make be withPhobos because I can totally fix him.

Anyway those are the basic plots I guess lol if you want more specifics I can! Plus I love to draw myself in my drs so i can show some of my sketches if you want.

[aesiraa]

young justice dr <3

1. atalanta

2. cancer!

3. zatanna <3

4. yes :) dick grayson <333

5. wally

6. wally

7. thirteen 😭😭 (dr starts in season 1 😭😞)

8. could have been me by the struts <3

9. …don’t judge me but the new car smell

10. dickie boy lol

Answer Questions As Your DR-Self

I wanted to do one of these like i saw on tiktok bc i think theyre so fun hehe, and its a good way to connect w ur DR - you can answer these to yourself, or in the comments/tags whatever, don't worry about spam ♡

What is your name?

What is your astrological sign?

Who is your best friend?

Do you have an S.O.? If yes, who? If not, are you interested in someone?

Who causes the most trouble in your group?

Who is more likely to to crack a joke at an inappropriate time?

How old is your DR-self?

What song makes you think of 'Them'?

What scents remind you of 'Them'?

Who knows you best?

[definitelynuwonhere]

REDACTEDTOBER DAY 22

MILO

—

“My Hero”

“What about you Milo? Which superhero are you dressing up as?”

The young boy perked up. Sitting himself upright before he spoke. Costume Parade was one of the only two things he looked forward to during this month and he was particularly excited about who he chose to go as this year with the theme being superheroes and all that.

“I’m going as SuperMa!” He announced cheerfully.

The kids squinted in confusion, “Did you mean, Superman? From DC?”

��No? SuperMa! It’s my Ma as a superhero” He clarified, showing them a drawing he’d made of his Ma in her classic blue stripped apron, gingham cape, and light beaming ladle.

“That doesn’t count!” The basic tyke protested, “Your mom isn’t a superhero”

“She is to me!” Argued the young shifter. Milo knew his costume choose didn’t necessarily fit the ‘classic’ superhero style, but as far as his 8 year old mind was concerned, his mom was his superhero.

—

Soon, Milo has arrived home. Kicking off his shoes and shutting the door with his heel. “I’m home” the boy announced, scanning the living room for any sign of his parents. He noticed the driveway had been empty, that means his dad wouldn’t be home for dinner, again. Which isn’t new. Milo barely saw his father, except on weekends, though he usually wasn’t sober during those. He gave a low sigh before making his way down the hall, where the growing smell of riped tomatoes filled his nose. A growing smile tugged on his lips as the sight of his Ma making dinner slowly came to view. And from the smell of it, tonight was gonna be spaghetti and meatballs, his absolute favorite.

He scurried his way over, peeping his little head over the counter to get in on the action.

“Hey bud, welcome home” She greeted, a warm welcome smile spread across her cheeks. “How was school?”

“It was ok” the bot replied, letting out a grunt as he pulled himself up to sit on the stool. “Made you something”

“Did you now? Well let’s see it” Her expression expectant as she turned to face him.

The boy’s face lit up, eager to show his Ma the drawing he made. Placing his backpack on the counter and pulling out his drawing, handing it to his Ma.

“Awe Milo, is this me?”

He nodded, watching his Ma place his work on the fridge, his little heart swelling with pride as his Ma gave him a proud smiled before walking over and affectionately ruffling his hair, which he responded with giggles.

“Do you like it?” He asked, his eyes practically glimmering with childlike enthusiasm, looking up his Ma expectantly.

“I love it, Sweetheart.” She praised, placing a soft kiss onto his soft curls, earning another giggle from the boy.

“Thank you.”

Milo smiled, the two of them falling into a comfortable silence as he observed his Ma work. And as he watched, he couldn’t help but think just how much of a superhero his Ma really is.

Like Superman, she was strong. Carrying anything, from groceries to overflowing laundry baskets, and anything that stood in her way, especially when she was vacuuming. She also has super speed, always managing to get all of us out the door, on time, not to mention how she always manages to swap out any junk he tries to sneak pass her with carrots and celery, that wasn’t fun.

But that was his Ma, constantly maintaining justice and peace over the Greer Household, and barely getting recognition for all her hard work.

Milo’s gaze soon switched to one of gratitude, realizing just how much of his mother’s sacrifice gets taken for granted. He continued to quietly observed, enjoying the quiet moment they shared, one of silence, where none needed to be said to know just how much love circled the air.

“Hey Ma” He spoke, his voice quiet and small.

“Yes sweetheart?” She hummed, briefly turning from the stove to face him.

“You’re my hero.”

—

This was really rushed cuz I wanted to get it out before the day ended so it’s a lil wacked, i’m not really satisfied with it but I’m just glad I got the idea out and It didn’t rot in my head. I hope you guys still like it - N

[gretahayes]

You know if a shape-shifter ever turned into Tim and they did the classic "no shoot that one, I'm the real one!" The amount of utter bullshit sounding stuff any of the young justice crew could whip out to find the real one. Bart asks what the final score was in the basketball game to save the planet Myrg and the real Tim says, "actually it was baseball-" or Kon could mention the time Cissie got into the Olympics and "got second place" and the real Tim just instantly goes off for 10 minuets about, "fuck you she got FIRST PLACE. SHE IS AMAZING. SHE IS-"

Tim's like "the girl that got second place was really sweet though, she was a little kid and really helped us out, I wonder how she's doing" and they're like yeah that's our Tim

[evangelineshifts]

realest ever

my horny ass could NOT live in gotham 🤣

[juchily]

Random bot idea so please bear with me,

Hear me out..

If the supernatural is possible within YellowJackets, then thoughts upon a Shapeshifter reader?

They can keep a form yet it mentally hurts them to do so. Such stress piled upon the events that have occurred. Originally, they only joined the YJs to fit in within the town as their form was that of a teen.

So after the crash, they can no longer take a break to shift between forms. They end up going deep into the woods to just, break down, yet little did they know that one of the team members followed them, involuntarily buddy system if you will.

So as they break down, the forms shift and shift, form to form, and it’s shocking. Gradually that one member tells the others and as the trips deeper into the forest continue, so does the advocations for their powers until the whole of the team knows.

Then a confrontation is planned.

And it occurs.

I don’t know why I wrote this, cute little concept and all that!

Toodles!!!

frothing at the mouth I love shape shifters, you can do so much cool stuff with them. DO NOT start that talk with me unless you want a ramble on my sharp shifting OC

If you've watched Young Justice I feel like reader would be like M'gann, like they hold a stark resemblance to a young Helena Bonham Carter, or Winona Ryder, or Angela Basset, or Naomi Campbell, etc, just copying the looks of whoever they first saw on TV when they crash landed on earth (we're going alien to be particular) but they could even be an ancient species that's been asleep in ice in the pits of the ocean for the last few centuries.

Thinking about their autonomy not being the same as a human's, they have heightened senses so they have to play off their good hunting skills as just being taught by their made up human father when they were younger... Or them not sleeping much, at all, or at different times than humans so they have to fake being asleep, doing some stupid "wee-ne-ne-ne huaaagh" ass snores.

Sometimes they'll switch between other forms, they'll sprout little pinfeathers, and they're *so* annoying but they just have to hide it under their clothes and bare it all day until the other girls are asleep, watching birds during the day to learn how to properly prevent the pinfeathers that sprout from their body from all the stress, baby just needs a good bath and some back rubs (two things they're probably barely aware exist) ❤️

They'd probably thrive up to a certain point out in the wilderness (if we ignore any thoughts on the dark parts that come to be and stick to the actual survival stuff), they wouldn't give a shit about washing in the lake half of the time, theyd be like a muddy, providing dog to the group, only washing up to please the other girls or whatever

Away from the headcanons— little trips into the forest to just let themselves exist in their natural form outside of their fleshsona. I want to be self indulgent and make them a full on harpy with snake attributes and the tail of a raccoon but idk. They begin taking them more often as the stress piles up and it becomes noticable. Because after that first time they went into the forest to deflesh themselves their buddy (they were not aware there was a buddy system being put in place in their defense...) caught them, also something they were not aware of despite their heightened senses for plot related reasons.

I'm thinking maybe it was Lottie who was their buddy, and like she went to Laura Lee for her hallucinations, she goes to her being like "Did you know (blank) has wings?" And then the two delusional queers they are thinks they're an angel from heaven literally sent to be their guardian angel, and in a way they are

They get WAY too loud about them gossiping and oogling reader all day and somehow it becomes public knowledge to everyone (minus reader) that Lottie and Laura Lee are stupid mf who think reader is some angel or something. And it's becomes a running joke.

Thinking about while hunting with Nat, reader's true form flashes for a second or so while they're standing over a buck that they shot, but not a lethal shot, so they had to put the thing out of its pain. And so now Nat thinks she's insane like *Lottie and Laura* are.

Until, one fateful day, while dinner is cooking a strau Coyote comes yipping at the cabin and reader, like the guardian-angel-but-not they are, throws the cabin door open and hisses at the thing, and the girls swear to god they have talons as nails. Not to mention the suspiciously bushy limb of fur coming out of their lower back, what is that— raccoon stripes???

And then the funny delusion that reader is a angel isnt *so* far off. Reader is oblivious to the bewildered stares while they eat, suddenly quite sharp teeth tearing into the meat of their earlier hunt.

And then at night when reader has snuck off for another one of their deep forest trips, Nat's like "guys this mf is some biblical bitch or some shit idk more like eldritch god, bro had wings and shit" (ignore that dialogue it's a horrible paraphrase of what I imagine she would say not what she literally would say). And it's like, Nat's is the most realistic person on this team and they've all seen reader look weird as hell.

So, late at night, when reader comes back from their deep forest trip, when they expect everyone to be asleep still (they never were, they pulled a reader and pretended to sleep and the oblivious fuck reader isn't didn't notice one bit)— are jumped with a bunch of questions about "are you an angel", "am I on the naughty list" that one from Van, because honestly the way Nat described your form and your teeth when you ate, you looked like Krampus— and then the obligatory "are you the new jersey devil?!?"

I'm just now realizing writing this that maybe reader is just... the New Jersey Devil but if it could shapeshift?? Which one could say all cryptids can with the varying descriptions of their looks.

Uhm, anyways do with this info what you will based on the bot. I'm going to link another post with the bot and info for the bot here

[the-traveling-poet]

Hello again! 😆💗,

Thank you very much for fulfilling my request!😩. I did not expect you to fulfill it so quickly, and this made me very happy. It was funny and CUTE 💗.

Well, I have a lot of ideas, but Idk how to write them but I think it will not be as fun when I read it from someone else’s writing. 🫳🏻

It is the same idea. Fem!TitanReader X Levi, The events take place when Annie kidnapped Eren, and the reader chases her in her titan form, but Annie was able to escape after leaving the reader with dangerous injuries, and she was left alone because there wasn’t enough time to treat her until the mission was over, and Captain Levi didn’t find her among the soldiers or treatment tents, so he decided to go back to look for her, and when he found her, she was still in her titan form. She fainted and half of her limbs were still trying to regenerate.

💗(Thank you for fulfilling my first request. If you have some time, I hope you will fulfill the second request, so I can be silent in peace. Lol)

Shifting Scares

During the 57th expedition beyond the walls, everyone was on edge. While Commander Erwin hadn’t specified all the details for their plan, a select few knew the danger this put young Eren Jeager in. In order to use him as bait to draw out the ‘abnormal’ titan hiding amongst their ranks, they’d need all the protection they could get. So naturally, they’d tasked you; their secondary titan shifter, to stick close to the young boy. As plans shift and fail, you’re left with no choice but to take on the threat single handedly until help could arrive. But no one knew the danger this would place you in, until it was nearly too late.

Pairing: Levi x Titan shifter! Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries, language, fluff, s2

taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe

A/N: Awe ofc lovely! I’m so glad you enjoyed the first one, and I hope I did part 2 justice! Sorry for such a long wait. Work got in the way and I had some personal issues that really took me for a turn, but here I am!

Enjoy ~

Part 1/ish

“Eld, you’re taking the lead from here. Tether the horses and get Eren out of here until I give the signal.”

The second in command gave a brisk nod in return, then turned his attention back to the front.

Just behind him, you gripped the reins holding you to your horse tighter and grit your teeth. It had been a close call, for the past several minuets. Really, it had felt like hours; galloping at top speeds to escape the grasp of the titan behind you all. You’d lost count of just how many times you’d felt her ginormous calloused fingers brushing your back through your cloak.

You’d understood why you had been placed at the rear or the Special Operations Squad. You knew it was to cover the flank and provide even more security for the young boy in front of you. But damnit if you hadn’t been scared shitless the whole time despite your agreement.

Chancing a glance back towards the front, you caught your Captain’s eye. He stared seemingly into your soul from the front of the small formation, as thought he was looking past your gaze and into your very mind. After assessing you a moment longer, he gave you a small nod. One you had a hard time returning.

“L/N, you know the drill. Watch their six. Should anything happen, you’re to act as defense.”

“‘Course, Captain,” You mumbled, trying to shoot him a smile. Though it looked more panicked than reassuring in his eyes.

Looking you over one last time with a flash of what you could have sworn was concern, he turned back to the front and crouched up onto the back of his mare and gripped the handles of his odm gear and shot off up into the forrest surrounding your path. A moment of silence accompanied his departure, and you couldn’t help but worry for his safety above your own as he returned to the Commander’s side.

Humanity’s strongest or not, the lot of you had never gone toe to toe with another shifter.

The silence followed you all up until you came to stop near a large oak, where you dismounted your own mare at Eld’s call and prepared to tether her to the tree.

“Don’t worry sweety, you’re well out of danger here,” you murmured to your loyal steed, petting across her forelock gently before shooting up into the trees with the rest of your squad.

Grappling onto the first of many branches that would bring you nearest the top of the large tree, you glanced over at Eren with a smirk as you pressed down on the lever of your gas containers; a wordless competition for a race.

Sensing your mischief, Eren rolled his eyes. But he couldn’t quite hide the interest he took in your silent challenge.

Racing through the thick limbs, you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself despite the dread this mission had placed the entirety of the Corps in. But a little fun far away from the danger might help ease the boy’s mind, right?

And maybe yours, too.

The two of you touched down nearly in synch, catching your breath as you playfully shoved at one another’s shoulders with mumbles of disagreements for who’d won.

Hearing someone clear their throat, you both stopped and stared ahead with wide eyes. The rest of the SOS had made it up to the top before the both of you, much to your disgruntlement.

“Oi, you shifters…or whatever they’re calling you now; you’re more trouble than you’re worth,” Oulo grumbled out, folding his arms loosely across his chest.

Shrugging your shoulders with a careless smile, you strode past him and jumped over to an adjacent branch and took a seat with your back propped against the trunk.

“Just lessening the tension,” you sighed, closing your eyes a moment.

“Lessening the tension, my ass. You act as childish as Jeager.”

“Hey!” Eren scrunched up his face and jutted his chin, squaring his shoulders as though ready for a fight.

“Oulo that’s enough!” Petra cried, shooting her companion a glare. “Captain Levi said that Commander said this was of utmost importance, so you’d better act like it!”

“Of course it’s of most importance dear Petra, I just don’t see why Captain placed me here among you children instead of taking me with him for assistance.” Oulo clicked his tongue in annoyance, his posture aloft and dismissive.

“Assistance in what? Impersonations?” Gunther scoffed from his place leaned against one of the thick tree trunks with a humored grin.

“Wh-I do not…”

“You do, Oulo.”

You smirked to yourself on the opposite branch. Their banter never failed to boost your moral. Especially now with so much clouding your mind.

You listened in as Eren jumped into the banter, and observed how the conversation took a more somber mood a moment later. With a grunt you stood and brushed yourself off, waltzing your way closer to your companions.

“Eld’s right, we’re in some weird shit right now. But don’t you worry Eren, we’ve got this under control,” you comforted the younger man with a grin.

He returned your smile, seemingly more at ease now with the reassurance of his friends. His shoulders were less tense now, and his hands finally fell from their fists.

With a frown you lowered your gaze to your boots. You understood his rage towards the beast. A devil, really. Another shifter in Paradis; only, this one was bloodthirsty and dangerous.

Hearing all those strangled cries behind you on the trail, accompanied by sickening crunches from bones snapping into pieces and tearing through flesh…It sickened you, made you see red as your hands shook. You’d had to restrain yourself as much as Eren from breaking formation then and there to take her out.

So many lives lost…So many you had to repay…

A sharp crack off in the distance startled you from your thoughts.

Turning to face the direction your comrades all stared off at, you saw a plume of black smoke shoot up over the tree line.

“A flair signal,” Eren gasped.

“That’s our cue. It’s gotta be Captain’s signal to regroup. We’ll head that way immediately,” Eld addressed you all, finally a small smile tugging at his thin lips.

“This’ll all be over soon. Gunther, watch the rear with Y/N. Petra, Oulo, stay at Eren’s sides. I’ll take the lead.”

“Sir yes sir!” You chirped, already clipping your handles to your blades. Taking a stand beside Gunther, you shot him a grin as you watch the others shoot off into the forrest ahead of you.

“No crazy stunts, L/N. Not till we’re back in HQ.” Gunther chuckled, loosening up more now as he shot off ahead of you.

Rolling your eyes, you leapt from the tree to catch up. “Yeah yeah. You keep Oulo and Petra under control, I’ll keep Eren and myself sane.”

As the forest flew past you in a blur, and your friends in front of you continued to banter back and forth through the air, you allowed yourself a deep breath of relief.

So far, everything had gone to plan…

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“Levi, restock on your gas and blades then regroup with your squad. We must get Eren out of here as soon as possible.”

Scoffing under his breath, Levi watched as the carnage below nearly drowned out his Commander’s order. As the titans ravaged the unknown shifter’s steaming corpse only meters below him, the Captain ran a hand down his face in frustration.

“My tanks are full, and my blades were replenished earlier. I’ll be fine,” He countered, shooting a raised brown over at the tall blonde.

Erwin didn’t budge, his sharp gaze fixated on the scene below. “That’s an order, Levi. Restock, then regroup,”

Assessing Erwin only a second longer, Levi clicking his tongue in annoyance.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

With that he shot down to the ground some ways away from the titans and quickly topped off his gas containers and placed new blades into the metal scabbards at his sides, before loading up a flair gun and taking off the way he’d come.

No matter how fast he flew through the trees scanning for any clues as to where his squad had gone, he couldn’t escape the rush of worries running through his mind.

If she escaped, she could be ahead of me…with them. If she didn’t, then we threw lives away for nothing yet again.

If she did manage to escape, and I don’t reach my squad in time…

Levi shook his head and grit his teeth, pressing down harder on the gas trigger.

No, I will reach them in time. I haven’t given the signal yet, so they haven’t moved from the trees. They shouldn’t have…They haven’t. They’re still there. She still there-

Levi’s train of thought was quickly interrupted as a shape came into view amongst the trees. A deafening crack bounced off the trees around him, with a light akin to lightning illuminating his surrounding more then they already were. A shift had occurred, no doubt, but from who, he had no way of knowing.

Through the yellow hue, Levi came to a brief stop near the object and sucked in a breath.

Twisted in his own wires, the lifeless gaze of Gunther’s eyes stared back at his face.

With newfound urgency, Levi was once again shooting through the trees.

I was too late. She did get ahead of me…

A second crack lit up the forrest, making Levi’s hands grip his handles all the more tightly as he listened to the undeniable scream of Eren’s rage resonating through forrest. Damnit, where were they…

Grunted curses flew from his lips nearly as fast as he shot through the trees, desperately scanning both the tree tops and the floor below for any sign of movement. Or dare he think, any sign of what might remain.

A scream he knew all too well filled his ears as he entered a clearing in the wood, knocking him from his line of focus. Whipping his gaze this way and that, he was unable to see where she might have gone. Instead, all he saw were the broken remains of his squad lying about in heaps across the trampled ground.

Goddamnit Y/N…Not you too…

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What felt like days might have only been hours. Or even just minuets. Every second that passed you by only reminded you of the pain that coursed through every limb.

And still I failed…

Of course the flair signal had been a trap. You should have seen that coming. As Gunther fell victim before your very eyes, and the figure weaving in and out of sight to your left finally took form in the shape of the dreaded shifter, you’d lost yourself to panic a second longer than you should have.

As you were corned in the clearing, it took Eld’s spine snapping into two for you to shake yourself out of your panic. You’d failed to act as defense before now, but you’d be damned if you let this devil claim you all.

You shifted quickly, screaming at Eren to run. Your transformation distracted the female titan just long enough for Oulo and Petra to blind and immobilize her.

But not long enough for them to completely escape.

You’d charged her with a shriek, determined to avenge your fallen squad. Blow after blow you delivered and received, but never once did you waver.

Even when her stronger jaw bit clean through your arm, severing the limb halfway up the humorous. Even when your legs were clawed from your hips and your face torn nearly in half.

Even then, you didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop.

Briefly you registered Eren charging in behind you as you clung to the female titan, ripping through the skin of his hand to kickstart his own transformation. You could do nothing but watch as he tackled her, and in turn you. With your broken body flung to the side, you were unable to dodge the next blow thrown your way. The hardened skin of the titan’s heel came crashing down only a foot away from your nape, making your world go completely black.

Now, unable to claw your way out of your titan, you were left steaming in the woods. Unable to move, unable to call for help.

Whether Eren had defeated her, you feared you’d never know. Regardless of the outcome, you started to think that maybe this fate that had befallen you was well deserved.

What good was a shifter like you when you couldn’t even complete an order?

The sound of wire cables anchoring into the trees somewhere around you caught your attention. Though you couldn’t see through titan’s eyes, you could still hear. Straining to listen, you heard the zipping of cables cease, only to be replaced by rushed footsteps and a panicked call.

Another moment of silence followed, in which you were only slightly aware of a presence standing on your titan’s back. Blinding light filled your senses, and you felt your body being forcefully removed from the wreckage.

Finally able to see, you turned your head with a grunt to see just who had pulled you out.

Forehead damp with sweat and evaporating titan blood, hands shaking as they held you up into a seated position with a pained grunt. You squinted your eyes and furrowed your brow.

“L-levi?”

“You don’t have the energy to talk, brat. You’re not healing as fast as you normally do.” Levi grumbled, observing your steaming body.

A raspy chuckle escaped your chapped lips despite yourself. “Probably cause I got stepped on. Should have seen what I did to her though.”

“I did. She escaped.” He replied bluntly, picking you up with ease as he stood.

Letting your head fall against his shoulder, you let out a shaky sigh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t act fast enough. If I had…t-the squad���she wouldn’t have gotten away-“

“I said you don’t have the energy to talk brat. Focus on healing yourself while I rush us back to the front. They’ve started to depart, and I’ll be damned if we’re left stranded out here alone.”

Humming half heartedly in agreement, you closed your eyes as you felt him shoot back up into the trees. For a minute, you did try to focus on healing. But at the moment, that felt impossible.

No; undeserving.

“I’m sorry…I couldn’t save them.”

“It’s not your fault, Y/N.” The soft tone of his voice surprised you, making you peer up at him.

“You did what you could. And it’s more than any of us could have done. Both you and Eren will be returned to base soon enough. I’m just glad you survived.”

“But the others…Gunther, Eld, Petra, Oulo…”

You felt him physically shudder at their names being spoken. Undoubtedly, you knew he had seen what you had. Shying away from his gaze, you kept your eyes on your steaming skin.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” he sighed, coming to a stop by grappling into the nearest tree and kneeling against the bark with a pained huff. “I wasn’t there in time. Not only did the bitch get away, but it left you injured in the process. I never wished for you to end up in this state.”

You examined his face, what of it you could see as he turned away. The pain etched into every mark lining his furrowed brow only made you feel worse.

“I won’t end up like this again, and that’s a promise. I’ll get stronger, I’ll be better,” you whispered, gently tugging at his chin to make him meet your eye.

“It won’t be like this next time. I’ll train more, prepare more…so that I can save more.”

Finally, his frown let up and his brow relaxed. Cradling you more firmly against him, he caged you in his arms and shot his wires into the next tree. To your surprise, he looked down to meet your eye before taking off again; this time, with a hint of a smile.

“Well unless this training idea of yours involves setting me up in another damned tree without my gear, I’ll be there with you. Every step of the way.”

[dickjayweek]

🎆🎊💞DickJay Week 2024💞🎊🎆 Prompt Reveals!

🌟✨DickJay WEEK✨🌟 is JayDick-centric Bottom Jason event week that will run from March 17th – March 23rd in 2024, with a catch-up (free) week of March 24th – March 30th for works that are late and ones that don’t fit into the main week’s prompts. This is the time to polish up old works and post them!

No need to sign up, and any form of fanwork is welcome! Simply make sure to use warnings properly when posting on AO3 and post to the collection when event dates come.

Rules and FAQs 

This event includes NSFW themes, and the prompt list will show a combination of NSFW and dark subjects. Click KEEP READING at your own discretion!

💕March 17 💕 Young Justice Cartoon Verse | Canon fix-it | Praise Kink | Dick calls adult Jason "Robin"

💕 March 18 💕 "Casual/Public sex is normal" AU | Kemonomimi/Animal Shifters/Hybrids/Wingfic | Bondage | Bratty Jason

💕 March 19 💕 Sci-Fi AU | Hypnos Tech/Mental Manipulation | Somnophilia (Consensual or Otherwise) | Caught on Camera

💕 March 20 💕 Dark Knights Of Steel/Medieval Fantasy | Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics | Robin Panties | "Brothers kiss each other all the time!"

💕 March 21 💕 DC vs. Vampires | Belligerent Sexual Tension | body worship/thighs/pecs | Jason Todd Cries During Sex

💕 March 22 💕 Officer Grayson | Subverted Fanon/Trope | Spanking | Slutty Jason

💕 March 23 💕 Robin Jason | Hurt & Comfort | Scent Kink | Dick's Fingerstripes

Catchup week - This year, we also populate the days with old prompts from previous years, with a bonus prompt that didn't make it during our unofficial discord voting. Feel free to use the assigned theme if you want a taste of past events that you might have missed, or completely ignore them if you have something completely new you’ve been working on!

🌟Catch-up week (optional) prompts🌟

💕 March 24 💕 - Cockwarming

💕 March 25 💕 - Arranged marriage/Promised to Dick

💕 March 26 💕 - Intersex Jason/Jason with a pussy

💕 March 27 💕 - "So I'm your dirty little secret?"

💕 March 28 💕 - Virgin Sacrifice Jason

💕 March 29 💕 - Dick Grayson was a good older brother for all the Robins... except for Jason

💕 March 30 💕 - Wayne Family Adventures

Hoping to see you there!🥳

Rules and FAQs are still the same from past years, just with the dates changed to March 17-23 (main week)/ 24-30 (catch up week), 2024, and the new tag being #DJW2024. This is a bottom Jason-centric event, but platonic works are also welcome, as do works in non-English language and Poly ships where Dick and Jason are both involved.

[ambcass]

yall do not know how many scripts I have or plan to make to shift to... (they are the same DR..)

i have like 18 scripts and i always plan to shift to the same two drs or make new ones

[docgold13]

Heroes & Villains The DC Animated Universe - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

The Ultimen

A group of genetically engineered metahumans, the Ultimen were the creation of Project Cadmus; designed as a team of superheroes to counter the Justice League.  Developed by Professor Hamilton and his team of scientists, the five beings were accelerated in age to their late teens and provided with implanted false memories that led them to believe they were normal people who just happened to possess fantastic abilities.

The team was composed of Wind Dragon, who possessed elemental powers that enabled him to create and control torrents of wind; Juice, who had electrokinetic abilities; Long Shadow who possessed augmented strength and size-altering powers; Shifter, a changeling who could transform into various different animals; and Downpour, an aquamorph who could change into massive amounts of controllable water. 

The team was managed by Maxwell Lord whose public relations firm ensured that the Ultimen remained popular and trusted among the general public.  The heroes teamed up on a number of occasions with the Justice League and the Ultimen were themselves offered membership into the League.  Persuaded by Lord, the young heroes declined and remained under the thumb of their benefactors.

This changed when the engineered heroes began to experience increased cellular degradation.  The process that created them proved imperfect and it was determined they did not have long to live. This quickly resulted in the Ultimen discovering the tragic truth about their origins and rapidly approaching demise.  

Frightened, angry and feeling horribly betrayed, the Ultimen set about destroying the Cadmus facility where they had been created. The Justice League were forced to intervene and managed to defeat the Ultimen.  Afterwards, they were remanded to governmental custody with Cadmus director, Amanda Waller, stating her people would do all they could to help the young heroes or at least make their final moments as comfortable as possible.  

Although the initial batch of Ultimen were deemed a failure, several new batches were created to act as foot soldiers in an attack on the Justice League’s Watchtower headquarters.  These new Ultimen were not given false memories and were little more than powered automatons tethered to Galatea’s control through a neural link.  

Actors James Sie, CCH Pounder, Gregg Rainwater and Grey DeLisle provided the voices for Wind Dragon, Juice, Long Shadow, and Shifter/Downpour respectively.  The tragic figures first appeared in the ninth episode of the first season of Justice League Unlimited, ‘Ultimatum.’