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jasmines-library · 2 months

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hello darling🤭i live here now, hope you don’t mind🤭🙏

I was wondering if you would mind writing smth with the batfamily having a danish sibling, or maybe jason or dick having a gf who knits/crochets a lot, and then the gf shows up with personalised gifts for everyone?

this is oddly specific and you don’t have to do either but i’m addicted to your writing😞🙏

love, ur robin <3 !!!

Arts and Crafts

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Note: Hello my lovely! sorry this took a hot minute...I have so much in my inbox right now it's insane, but you guys are awesome. I hope this is okay, I tried my best with the Danish words, there aren't many of them and I also had to use online sources so I hope they're correct. Please tell me if they're wrong. I hope you enjoy!

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“Move out of the way!” Dick barged past his brother who was clearing up the room much too slowly for his liking. He took the pile of books out of Damian’s hands and began placing them back on the shelf, making sure that each of the spines lined up perfectly.

“Tt.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I really don’t think she's going to notice if the spines aren’t matched up, Grayson.”

“You don’t know that.” Dick practically snapped as he darted across the room to adjust the curtains for the fiftieth time that day.

You were coming over for dinner, and Dick felt the need to make sure that everything was perfect. It's not like you hadn’t met his family before. In fact, you often asked after his brothers and had spent countless hours chatting away to them over a good book or a movie. However this was the first time you had been around: you had caught a rather nasty cold and so had decided to stay home. But, being the perfectionist he is, Dick felt the need to make everything perfect for you. It was overkill in Damian’s opinion, but he just shrugged and let him get on with it.

The doorbell rang and was shortly followed by the sound of Dick’s shoes against the wooden floorboards as he raced to beat Alfred to open it. When he did open it he was greeted by the sight of you smiling. You were bundled up in a coat and a scarf that covered the lower half of your face as you sheltered from the biting cold, but as you gazed up at him, he could see the corners of your lips turned up in one of your smiles that he loved dearly.

"Min elskede.” You greeted him as he removed and hung up your coat as you unwound your scarf to hand beside it.

“Hi my lovely.” He placed a kiss on your forehead softly. “What’s all that?” He asked, gesturing to the neatly wrapped gift parcels that were poking out of your bag.

“Gifts.”

Dick turned it head. “You didn’t have to do that.”

You shrugged, picking up the bag with one hand and lacing the fingers on your other with Dicks. “I know, but I wanted to. Besides, I had plenty of time to do it.”

He kissed you again as he led you into the living room. “You’re too good for me.”

“Y/N!” Tim called out from across the room, standing up to hug you. He had grown rather fond of you. “How have you been? It’s so nice to see you again. I was beginning to think that Dick was going to go mad if he had to go another day without constantly seeing your face.”

“Hej, Tim. It’s good to see you too.” You chuckled.

Deciding to take a seat next to Dick after he informed you that dinner would be a little wait, you settled the bag between your legs, propping it up with your feet so that it didn’t fall over. At your arrival, the rest of the Wayne’s slowly made their way to the living room to catch up.

You pulled out the first gift from the pile. It was oddly shaped, wrapped in brown paper and adorned with a silk ribbon tied into a large bow. The gifts caught the boy’s eyes and they leaned closer as you handed them out: First to Damian, then Jason, Dick and Tim. You even had one for Bruce and Alfred, who were both out of the room for the moment, so you made a mental note to make sure you gave them theirs later.

Damian tore into his first, peeling away the paper to reveal a black scarf, neatly stitched together with rows of red and green in interlocking loops. He unravelled it to reveal its full length and grinned at the delicate handiwork.

“You made this?!” Damian exclaimed, turning it over in his hands.

“Yep.” You hummed “I hope you like it.”

“I love it!” He ran over to embrace you in a hug.

Then came Jason who pulled out a red beanie you had crocheted, and Tim who you had crocheted a pair of fingerless gloves and a sleeve for his coffee cup to keep it warm. They were also both very appreciative and their smiles warmed your heart.

Finally, Dick took time and care to untie the ribbon and peel open the wrapping paper. Inside was a black jumper that you had crocheted for him, on the top was his nightwing logo which you had surface crochet on the top of it. Along the sleeves, you had also added a strip of blue to add a pop of colour. You had been working on it for a little while now and had had a hard job trying to hide it from him whenever he came over.

“You made this for me?” He asked.

“Of course.” You nodded. “I hope it fits-”

“It’s perfect.” he told you, slipping it on. It fit like a glove. “You didn’t need to do this, Y/n/n… you’ve outdone yourself.” he tugged you to his side tightly.

“I’m so glad you like them.”

“We love anything you make. They’re amazing.”

“Tak.” You smiled, settling into his side, savouring the feeling of the soft wool against your cheek. He held you close, not quite believing how he had come so lucky to have a girlfriend quite like you.

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casualpersonapersonpeach · 2 years

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It's art and crafts night, here's what the Slashers are making (headcannons)

Brahms Heelshire:

He makes macaroni art 💀😭 he's a little too proud of it. It is depressing how gratified he is from it. Brahms will make you hang it on the fridge.

Jason Voorhees:

Crocheting clothing. Jason loves making cosy sweaters and warm hats. He's even made a pair of gloves!. He will definitely start learning how to make little blankets etc.

Michael Myers:

Finger painting. He would definitely paint a dumpster on fire, but he would also paint a sun in the corner and a field for his inner childs sake. Michael is absolutely the master of painting stick men.

Thomas Hewitt:

Beaded jewelry making. Thomas loves the intricacies of making jewelry and wanted to try something a bit different from sewing. He loves making pearls.

Bubba Sawyer:

FLOWER. ART. He would be creating really cute bouquets and would be tying it off with ribbons that suit the colour scheme.

Jesse Cromeans:

Candle making. Jesse would create the most delicious blends for his candles. He'd make floral scented candles. They'd turn out surprisingly good. He will threaten Asa if he annoys him one more time, he will pour wax on him-.

Asa Emory:

Yarn weaving. Asa likes yarn weaving because it's pretty relaxing for him. He will create friendship bracelets. He might make a rope to threaten Jesse back with (i swear he's joking 😭).

Vincent Sinclair:

Handmade pottery making. Vincent is the overall king at crafts (aside from Hannibal, they're pretty neck and neck). He will create such beautiful pieces of pottery. Vincent would also create plates and bowls for Lester to paint on.

Bo Sinclair:

Wood burning. Bo would be spending the evening with pieces of wood etching in designs and maybe learning to write a bit of cursive too. Bo will threaten anybody with his heated tool if they try taking his favourite spot in the craft room 😭.

Lester Sinclair:

Decorating ceramics. Lester would be painting all sorts of designs onto bowls, and plates. He would paint frogs, mushrooms, and,, well, bugs. It's cute tho.

Leslie Vernon:

Rock painting. Leslie would pick rocks from his garden and paint designs or faces on them. He'd even stick googlie eyes on them too. Leslie names his rocks also and creates plotlines for them.

Hannibal Lecter:

He is would show off and gloat 💀😭 Hannibal thinks he is above it all. He's extra and will somehow complete an intricate mosaic vase in one night.

#brahms heelshire #jasom voorhees #michael myers #thomas hewitt #bubba sawyer #jesse cromeans #asa emory #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #leslie vernon #hannibal lecter #headcannons #craftnightgoingupinflames #house of wax #friday the 13 #halloween #texas chainsaw massacre

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intimidating-fettuccine · 2 years

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Yandere lj and Jason with an s/o that shows effecting with handmade things like baking and crochet gifts? Aka they are spoiled by s/o

Laughing Jack:

At first, he thinks you're just incredibly bored and looking for hobbies to fill your time while you're stuck with him, which is fair. He'd watched you from a distance, making sure you weren't going to hurt yourself with the crochet needles or try and poison yourself with the brownies, and then he went on his way, carrying out a few things in an attempt to give you space and not dislike him any more than you might for kidnapping you. What he wasn't expecting, however, was for you to eventually seek him out with a plate of brownies and a freshly crocheted gift, he assumes you're just showing him what you've done, and he assures you you did amazing and he's proud of you. When you shake your head and tell him they're for him, they're gifts, his non-existent heart shoots into his throat and he feels like he can't breathe. It's like he just fell even harder for you, and I can guarantee you that giving him gifts is a golden way to satisfy him if you're not good with physical things, as it gives him the same special feeling all the same.

Jason:

Suspicious. When you ask him for baking supplies and things to crochet with, he's incredibly suspicious of you. Are you going to hurt yourself? Are you going to hurt him?? He feels as though he can't trust you, so he hovers close to you at all times, or if he can't be there, one of his toys is staying close beside you to look after you. You spend days toiling away with all the yarn he's provided you, and then spend all of one day stuck in the kitchen baking away, and he gives in to curiosity, watching you from the corner of the kitchen to see what you're up to. When you notice him, turning around with a big smile and presenting him with a freshly baked cake, iced beautifully, he feels himself grow warm but hesitates. Providing him with a slice and the gifts you'd been making over the last few days has him growing even more possessive, pulling you into his lap and clutching onto you as he eats away at the admittedly delicious cake you've made him. If this is what your love feels like, he doesn't want to give it up.

#yandere #creepypasta yandere #yandere laughing jack #yandere jason the toymaker #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #laughing jack #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack headcanons #laughing jack headcanon #jason the toymaker #jason the toymaker headcanon #jason the toymaker headcanons #jason the toymaker x reader

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krysalla-archive · 3 years

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geborgenheit (to feel completely safe, like nothing could ever harm you; security, comfort, trust, satisfaction, acceptance and love from others) with mister jason todd would be so somft....... 🥰

He looks up from the array of gun parts and cleaning supplies on the coffee table to look at you and ask just a simple request, for you to hand him the rag hanging on the corner of the table closest to you, but he stops himself, mouth still open in the middle of forming the words. You’ve abandoned your own task of making a new pair of matching sweaters for you and him, instead you hold his leather jacket and patch up a hole in the arm. After cleaning his guns, he was going to fix it himself, but you’ve beat him to it.

Jason smiles. It’s nice to have this with another person, to care for another so well that you would put off your own task to help them, to alleviate whatever stress or burden from their shoulders. He helped you with your garden once, just a small little plot in the community garden right down the street, a little reluctantly, fearing the feeling of dirt beneath his nails and the stench of damp earth. You just fixed him with a pair of glove you bought just for him and told him to think of the life that grows from the earth. His resurrection is still a mystery, but he doesn’t think on it anymore, doesn’t think about digging his way free from a casket and breaching the topsoil, he thinks of your careful explanations of caring for your flowers and growing vegetables.

Without a word, you tie off the thread, fold the jacket and place it on the coffee table. You pick up the yarn and crochet hook and continue your work.

“Thank you.”

You just hum.

For a few minutes, you both continue on in silence, the only noises coming from him picking up and setting down various items. The radiator rattles to life to his left and he looks to you again, expecting you to perk your head up and look to the source of the sudden noise, but you never come up from creating a neat row of stitches. You’re always alert, always watchful, but now, there’s nothing, just your peaceful humming on a loop as you lose your place in the melody and begin all over again.

It’s always been the same, always an alertness and then a hand on your shoulder or arm or anywhere he could touch, just to let you know that he’s there and even if there was something to be afraid of, he’d be there.

Oh. Oh. He has that brief little spark that nearly sends him spiraling. It’s him. You feel safe enough around him to let your guard down. You have that trust and security in being around him. It’s him and you. A private pair who feel warmth and safety and love, and whatever room you’re in fills with it, none so like your home. He thrives in this little hole in the wall because you made it a home for him. Jason doesn’t know what to do with this unnamed feeling, all he can do is set his work down and lean back on the couch.

That realization has taken it out of him.

“What is it?” your hands have stilled, halfway through making a new stitch in the sweater, interrupted for him.

“Nothing.”

#nobody talk to me i know its a little :/ but i havent written for jason in a while LMAO #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #dc imagine #jason todd x you #red hood x you #req tag #my writing

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 4 years

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8/50 Wordless Ways to Say I Love You

“Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.”

Jason Todd x reader

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At first, your mind didn’t really register what your eyes had just seen. It was one of those times where it takes a few extra seconds for your mind to really process what it’d just witnessed. But once it had, you were immediately doubling back so you could study it.

There on the street corner you’d just passed was a little stand that had every inch of space covered by homemade crafts for sale. What it offered included little plaques with designs painted skillfully onto them, crocheted scarves in the color themes of Gotham’s local heroes, and umbrellas for the unlucky person that inevitably forgot their own in the face of the city’s frequent rain. The thing that caught your eye, though, was a little crochet doll in the form of the one and only Red Hood.

“Excuse me?” you called to the little old lady that owned the stall. “Can you tell me about this?”

“Of course!” She grinned widely at you. “That’s Gotham’s own Red Hood. Our best hero, as far as I’m concerned. Such a nice young man. He’s the only one that seems to give a damn about the actual people of this city.”

“The others don’t?”

“Oh, they stop all the big problems, but he’s the only one that stops and asks after us and takes care of the working girls down on Park Row.”

“So you don’t make any of the other heroes?” Jason would fucking love this.

“Nope! They get enough publicity already.”

“Ma’am, you are amazing. How much are you wanting for it?”

“Twenty.”

“Thank you so much!”

“And have a lovely day!”

Needless to say, Jason was howling with laughter by the time you finished the story. The next chance he got, he would absolutely be bragging about this to his family. And of course, he dropped by to visit the little stand as both Red Hood and Jason Todd as often as he could from that night on.

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