#why do i not space things out and instead feel like i must complete it all at once

[burntoutdaydreamer]

Things That May Be Causing Your Writer's Block- and How to Beat Them

I don't like the term 'Writer's Block' - not because it isn't real, but because the term is so vague that it's useless. Hundreds of issues all get lumped together under this one umbrella, making writer's block seem like this all-powerful boogeyman that's impossible to beat. Worse yet, it leaves people giving and receiving advice that is completely ineffective because people often don't realize they're talking about entirely different issues.

In my experience, the key to beating writer's block is figuring out what the block even is, so I put together a list of Actual Reasons why you may be struggling to write:

(note that any case of writer's block is usually a mix of two or more)

Perfectionism (most common)

What it looks like:

You write one sentence and spend the next hour googling "synonyms for ___"

Write. Erase. Write. Rewrite. Erase.

Should I even start writing this scene when I haven't figured out this one specific detail yet?

I hate everything I write

Cringing while writing

My first draft must be perfect, or else I'm a terrible writer

Things that can help:

Give yourself permission to suck

Keep in mind that nothing you write is going to be perfect, especially your first draft

Think of writing your first/early drafts not as writing, but sketching out a loose foundation to build upon later

People write multiple drafts for a reason: write now, edit later

Stop googling synonyms and save that for editing

Write with a pen to reduce temptation to erase

Embrace leaving blank spaces in your writing when you can't think of the right word, name, or detail

It's okay if your writing sucks. We all suck at some point. Embrace the growth mindset, and focus on getting words on a page

Lack of inspiration (easiest to fix)

What it looks like:

Head empty, no ideas

What do I even write about???

I don't have a plot, I just have an image

Want to write but no story to write

Things that can help:

Google writing prompts

If writing prompts aren't your thing, instead try thinking about what kind of tropes/genres/story elements you would like to try out

Instead of thinking about the story you would like to write, think about the story you would like to read, and write that

It's okay if you don't have a fully fleshed out story idea. Even if it's just an image or a line of dialogue, it's okay to write that. A story may or may not come out of it, but at least you got the creative juices flowing

Stop writing. Step away from your desk and let yourself naturally get inspired. Go for a walk, read a book, travel, play video games, research history, etc. Don't force ideas, but do open up your mind to them

If you're like me, world-building may come more naturally than plotting. Design the world first and let the story come later

Boredom/Understimulation (lost the flow)

What it looks like:

I know I should be writing but uugggghhhh I just can'tttttt

Writing words feels like pulling teeth

I started writing, but then I got bored/distracted

I enjoy the idea of writing, but the actual process makes me want to throw my laptop out the window

Things that can help:

Introduce stimulation: snacks, beverages, gum, music such as lo-fi, blankets, decorate your writing space, get a clickity-clackity keyboard, etc.

Add variety: write in a new location, try a new idea/different story for a day or so, switch up how you write (pen and paper vs. computer) or try voice recording or speech-to-text

Gamify writing: create an arbitrary challenge, such as trying to see how many words you can write in a set time and try to beat your high score

Find a writing buddy or join a writer's group

Give yourself a reward for every writing milestone, even if it's just writing a paragraph

Ask yourself whether this project you're working on is something you really want to be doing, and be honest with your answer

Intimidation/Procrastination (often related to perfectionism, but not always)

What it looks like:

I was feeling really motivated to write, but then I opened my laptop

I don't even know where to start

I love writing, but I can never seem to get started

I'll write tomorrow. I mean next week. Next month? Next month, I swear (doesn't write next month)

Can't find the time or energy

Unreasonable expectations (I should be able to write 10,000 words a day, right????)

Feeling discouraged and wondering why I'm even trying

Things that can help:

Follow the 2 min rule (or the 1 paragraph rule, which works better for me): whenever you sit down to write, tell yourself that you are only going to write for 2 minutes. If you feel like continuing once the 2 mins are up, go for it! Otherwise, stop. Force yourself to start but DO NOT force yourself to continue unless you feel like it. The more often you do this, the easier it will be to get started

Make getting started as easy as possible (i.e. minimize barriers: if getting up to get a notebook is stopping you from getting started, then write in the notes app of your phone)

Commit to a routine that will work for you. Baby steps are important here. Go with something that feels reasonable: every day, every other day, once a week, twice a week, and use cues to help you remember to start. If you chose a set time to write, just make sure that it's a time that feels natural to you- i.e. don't force yourself to writing at 9am every morning if you're not a morning person

Find a friend or a writing buddy you can trust and talk it out or share a piece of work you're proud of. Sometimes we just get a bit bogged down by criticism- either internal or external- and need a few words of encouragement

The Problem's Not You, It's Your Story (or Outline (or Process))

What it looks like:

I have no problems writing other scenes, it's just this scene

I started writing, but now I have no idea where I'm going

I don't think I'm doing this right

What's an outline?

Drowning in documents

This. Doesn't. Make. Sense. How do I get from this plot point to this one?!?!?! (this ColeyDoesThings quote lives in my head rent free cause BOY have I been there)

Things That Can Help:

Go back to the drawing board. Really try to get at the root of why a scene or story isn't working

A part of growing as a writer is learning when to kill your darlings. Sometimes you're trying to force an idea or scene that just doesn't work and you need to let it go

If you don't have an outline, write one

If you have an outline and it isn't working, rewrite it, or look up different ways to structure it

You may be trying to write as a pantser when you're really a plotter or vice versa. Experiment with different writing processes and see what feels most natural

Study story structures, starting with the three act structure. Even if you don't use them, you should know them

Check out Ellen Brock on YouTube. She's a professional novel editor who has a lot of advice on writing strategies for different types of writers

Also check out Savage Books on YouTube (another professional story editor) for advice on story structure and dialogue. Seriously, I cannot recommend this guy enough

Executive Dysfunction, Usually From ADHD/Autism

What it looks like:

Everything in boredom/understimulation

Everything in intimidation/procrastination

You have been diagnosed with and/or have symptoms of ADHD/Autism

Things that can help:

If you haven't already, seek a diagnosis or professional treatment

Hire an ADHD coach or other specialist that can help you work with your brain (I use Shimmer; feel free to DM me for a referral)

Seek out neurodiverse communities for advice and support

Try body doubling! There's lot's of free online body doubling websites out there for you to try. If social anxiety is a barrier, start out with writing streams such as katecavanaughwrites on Twitch

Be aware of any sensory barriers that may be getting in the way of you writing (such as an uncomfortable desk chair, harsh lighting, bad sounds)

And Lastly, Burnout, Depression, or Other Mental Illness

What it looks like:

You have symptoms of burnout or depression

Struggling with all things, not just writing

It's more than a lack of inspiration- the spark is just dead

Things that can help:

Forget writing for now. Focus on healing first.

Seek professional help

If you feel like it, use writing as a way to explore your feelings. It can take the form of journaling, poetry, an abstract reflection of your thoughts, narrative essays, or exploring what you're feeling through your fictional characters. The last two helped me rediscover my love of writing after I thought years of depression had killed it for good. Just don't force yourself to do so, and stop if it takes you to a darker place instead of feeling cathartic

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[the-modern-typewriter]

Hi, I love your writing! Are you still taking requests? What about a villain finding out his fav hero is actually an robot?

The hero went missing briefly and in their reunion his systems start to panic, the villain attempt to help? And finds out there is grey metal under his mask? Not skin?

"Oh," the villain said, soft. "Oh, I see."

"See what?" The hero stayed turned away, head bowed, frantically trying to shield his face. "Don't look at me. Just - what are you doing here?"

"I came to rescue you."

"R-rescue me?"

The villain stepped closer into the hero's cell. Heat radiated off the hero's back and, well. The villain pressed a finger to the back of the hero's neck; where the skin had burnt away, revealing the cold grey of metal and circuitry.

The hero gasped and whirled.

His face was - well, it was fried from the few short days he'd spent missing, captured. Where his enemies had tried to bruise him, bleed him, there were caved in spaces that revealed yet more metal. The hint of a perfect silver skull. Veins which throbbed with electricity instead of blood. Even one of the hero's eyes were gone, replaced by the startling blue of a machine staring back. Well, they were always blue but...so muffled, before, compared to what the villain looked at then.

The two of them stared at each other.

"You can't tell anyone," the hero said.

"I always thought you were too impossibly good to be true," the villain replied. "Too flawless."

"Don't," the hero whispered.

The villain took the hero's jaw, carefully, tenderly, in their hands. "Look what a mess they've made of you. I'll kill them for it."

The hero closed the one eye that he could. He trembled, so exquisitely life-like, so exquisitely alive, in the villain's palms.

"They must have been so angry when they found out what you were," the villain said. He let his finger stroke over the ruined curve of the hero's cheek. "I'm glad I got here before they destroyed you completely."

"Why? What are you going to do with me?"

The hero took a step back.

The villain let him go, for now, studying him with fresh eyes. More and more puzzle pieces clicked into place. "Do with you?"

"I'm not human."

"You're beautiful."

"I'm not - if people know -"

"I've never heard you talk like that before. System overload?"

The hero shook his head. Something sparked. "You're d-dodging the question."

"Well," the villain said, evenly. "I was going to take you out of here. Clean up your wounds at my place. That sort of thing. I could probably makeshift the kind of specialist support you currently need in my lab, but I imagine you have a much better set up at home. So I guess I'm taking you home. If that's okay with you."

"Home," the hero echoed. He stood frozen.

"Home."

"You're not mad? Mad? Mad?" The hero managed to jerk to a halt. He heaved a ragged, shuddering breath.

"No."

"I'm not human. You came to rescue a human. Human." The hero shoved a hand over his mouth. The tremors were more forceful than before.

If the villain touched him again, he would be fever hot, wouldn't he?

The villain shrugged.

"I don't understand," the hero said.

"Unsurprising. You're not running at full capacity right now, are you? So shall we pick this up again when you're out of here? And feeling a bit better? It would be tragic if I came all this way just for you to overheat in front of me."

The hero stared some more. The blue eye contracted and expanded, whirring noiselessly. The villain wished he knew what kind of diagnostics the hero was running. How it all worked. He wanted to know everything.

His brain, such as it was, must surely be the most gorgeous thing.

He'd always wanted to know how the hero ticked but this...oh, this. He held out a hand and smiled.

"It's a relief, actually," the villain said. "I'm not mad. Now. Let's get you back in your mask, shall we?"

By the time the repairs were done, it was impossible to tell. It was extraordinary. Giddying. A love letter to the best that people could be.

And the hero looked shattered by the truth of it.

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[axailslink]

You must think me a fool

Dark!Shuri Udaku x Princess!Warrior FEM reader

Synopsis: Her people fear her she slaughtered a community just to save them but has she also lost her humanity? Can she force the image of a domesticated lifestyle with you who wants nothing to do with her? To do with a murderer?

"Marry? what reason do I need to marry?" Shuri doesn't take her eyes off of her past projects trying to find some sort of flaw something to update so that she doesn't let herself get completely drowned in her royal affairs. "They fear you Shuri. Do you not care?" Shuri rolls one of her kimoyo beads around in the palm of her hand "of course I care Okoye but I can't parade as if I am not upset my mother-" "your mother would want you to continue your life not sulk and-" "-you are not dora milaje anymore why do you insist on giving me guidance?" Okoye is silenced in this moment because she is right she's not Dora milaje "I am family that's why I persist but please keep acting the way you do and push the only family away you have left. To be the smartest woman I know you surely make the most idiotic decisions when you're upset. Umntwana (a child.)"

~

Shuri has a point to prove so here she sits in the middle of common folks equivalent to a living room but nothing in comparison four pillars on each corner of the room no doors but instead large arched paths that lead you to the next room or a hallway that leads to the next room. Candles light the room instead of lights so it's dimly lit not a lot but enough to see whoever resides in said room. You're nowhere in sight because this meeting as your mother said is "none of your concern" even though you're sure when you hear the truths behind it you'll disagree.

"You want my daughters hand in marriage?" The older lady sitting across from Shuri is astonished because what in the mother of above has possessed Shuri to ask for such a thing? "I don't understand you've disappeared from her life and now you want her hand?" "I'm begging for your daughter's hand I need to fool my people and she is one of the few women I've ever been interested in as a friend or as a potential queen." Shock reads the woman's face and the candles only deepen the creases on her face as she makes a contorted facial expression as she forces her next words "as much as I am willing to do so I don't think she's as willing as I." Shuri keeps her face straight unsure why a friend would not be willing to help her in such a time of need "could I speak to her?" The hesitation reaches the woman's voice before it even spills from her lips "she's... She's sparing maybe another time princess?" Shuri cocks her head at being called the wrong title but it's only momentarily "queen my title is "queen" it hasn't been "princess" in a very long time and I wish to speak with her." Before the conversation can continue and Shuri is given more time to disrespect your mother she goes to say her final piece to her "your people are dying from sickness, your animals too, your greenery can't be taken care of if the people who care for them can barely stand. My people are healthy and strong I wouldn't be opposed to lending you a hand if you lend me her hand." Your mother would never make a decision like this without your knowledge and Shuri knows it but it wouldn't hurt to tip the scale a bit in her favor before she spoke to you.

Shuri doesn't give her a chance to give a response before she wanders out of the dimly lit space into the dark hall feeling her bare feet on the rocks as she approaches the sparring room. She watches for a while as you seem to annihilate some kid with her own weapon when caught off guard you kick the tiny dagger out of the little girl's hand and Shuri is quick to grab it. "You must think yourself a worthy opponent Shuri" Shuri let's her eyes scan you and the white thin cloth that she can't believe you would call a dress "no hugs?" You smile "now why would I hug a murderer?"

"Using the common words I thought the term was a "warrior" I guess you no longer think me a friend?" You gently sign to the child to leave you both be and she does running off on the tips of her toes. "You slaughtered a community Shuri I don't think I can forgive you for that" Shuri nods as approaches you but you still your stance barely noticing the cuts lined upon your arms leaking blood onto the granite floor "it was my people or theirs I was sure you of all people would understand."

"We aged together but I would never murder you know this... You killed. Since when have we done that?" You both circle each other wondering who will pounce first? It could be you with your perfect stance ready to throw Shuri off if she does or it could be Shuri ready to attack if you so far as think to jump. "I was protecting my people!" You shake your head "you were looking for a reason to mask your revenge!" Shuri sighs the breath being the moment of letting her guard down that you just seemed to be waiting for because you grab Shuri by her neck and turn her so quickly she can't get a hold of you. Crouching behind you bring her down with you your knee pressed firmly into her back uncomfortably behind her spinal cord as the other hand stays firmly on her neck "What brings the murderer to my palace?" Shuri gasps carefully her Adams apple bobs beneath the feel of your rough fingers.

"Marry me" you grip loosens just for a moment at the shock of her words and she takes advantage sliding the dagger up your leg and breaking herself free "awukwazi ukuba serious (you can't be serious)" Shuri nods. "I simply need a favor and I shall give you one in return." You shake your head as you hold your leg "no whatever it is no. Absolutely not."

"Your people are dying"

"No"

"Yes"

"Your people are sick"

"No"

"Yes"

"Your people are vegetarian yet I see no greenery what are they eating?"

"Get out." Shuri sighs "let me help" "I don't want your help I don't even know who you are" "I am your friend" Shuri begs you with her eyes but you don't want to hear any words coming from her lips. "Marry me put on a facade and I will feed your people so well they'll be fat. I will help grow the greenery and get rid of the sickness that has consumed you all just fake this one thing for me. Don't be selfish." You sigh and stand up letting the blood drip down your leg "you move different Shuri Udaku..." Shuri says nothing now letting you get your turn to speak "it's not elegant it's not queenly you move like you care for nothing but yourself I'm sure that's true."

"I care about you..."

"You must think me a fool."

~

Within a few hours you're with Shuri on her way back to the kingdom you don't put up a fight after the conversation earlier. The faster you do this the faster your people get better it's sick of Shuri to cut a proposition like this really but it comes to surprise to you that she'd do something so evil. You're right she does move differently. She moves like a queen who doesn't deserve have her throne.

A/n: this took a big turn not even going to lie this was supposed to be some enemies to lovers y'all wasn't even supposed to know each other but once again I took a plot and ran with it. Also very unedited I have some military related stuff just wanted to give y'all something because it's been a very long time and I do apologize for that.

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[shirefantasies]

Hey ! 🌻

I really love your writings and I saw that you take requests ? 👉🏻👈 What would your headcanons be about each Thorin's company members taking care of you if you were injured during a quest while trying to defend them?

Heck yeah! Thanks for your patience as I go through the many I got 🥰 I love this request!

Warnings: minor blood/injury mentions, suggestive jokes

Thorin’s Company Taking Care of Your Injuries

Balin

✧ Sadness overtakes his dark eyes, but he knows you- you’ll pull through.

✧ Gives Oin his space to work, waiting instead where you’ll be lain afterward as he’s asked permission to help clean you up afterward. If he wasn’t so level-headed, in fact, he’d have demanded it.

✧ Can’t help but ask you what you were thinking pulling a daring move like that, but you just give him a weak smile and tell him he’s worth taking an arrow for.

✧ Pulls you into his embrace, kissing the top of your head and telling you he thinks you’re much more worth it, but thank you from the bottom of his old heart.

✧ His touch is the second gentlest beyond the healer’s, so you have as little complaint as you could at how often he changes your bandages and sits you up to make sure you are clean.

Dwalin

✧ The most stubborn. Confident you’re fine, he shakes his head at you for being reckless as he lays you down in your healer’s tent. He knows you’re a fighter- too much of a fighter, if this is any indication.

✧ Gets right in there and helps bandage you, completely unafraid of a little blood. Or a lot of blood. Nothing he hasn’t seen before.

✧ Sits beside you with his arms crossed, asking what possessed you to do that. Softens considerably when you tell him you barely thought, your love for him took over.

✧ Cue Oin walking in on his comrade passionately locking lips with his patient like life was ending that very moment.

✧ Comes across dry with his care to you, but it’s because he’s struggling to forgive himself and doesn’t know how to say it. “Don’t do that, you’re bleeding. I said stay down. Take it up with Oin, not me.”

Thorin

✧ Will be the one to carry you all the way to the healer’s bed no matter what it takes, no matter what injuries he himself sustained.

✧ Lays you down so gently, cradling your head in his hand as he searches for any light in your eyes. When you smile faintly up at him he pulls your head against his chest.

✧ Gives you space, lets Oin work on you, but the moment you’re back in bed he’s at your side with your hand in his, all but snapping at anyone who tries to take him away from you.

✧ Curses his own lack of attention that led you hear, forcing you to shake your head and tell him no, you did what you did out of love and care for him.

✧ Does everything in his power to help you in return, keeping your wounds clean and checking your temperature and staying knelt there as long as he must, telling you how much he loves you again and again.

Oin

✧ Would have been the one to do it anyway, but believe me when I say he will not let a single other soul touch you. You’re under his care and his care alone.

✧ Talks to you even if you’re unconscious, shaking his head and tutting and asking why you’d do that even as he smiles and thanks and blesses you.

✧ For nearly the first time, he finds his hands shaking as he works. If you’re awake and feeling up to teasing him about it, he just uses the moment to reiterate how much he cares for you… and tell you to hold still with a quick but firm kiss.

✧ Pulls out all the stops for your treatment, even using scarcer ingredients he’d hoarded for a long time if he thinks they’ll help.

✧ Rewards all your good behavior, whether it’s taking medicine or gritting through the pain of having things set or bandaged, with a peck on the lips.

Gloin

✧ Oscillating between cheering with pride over your amazing moves and pacing with the stress of knowing you’re hurt.

✧ Tells you how strong you are and how you’ll be back and your feet in no time!

✧ Worst thing for it, though, is just to be laying around just thinking about the pain, so he brings his games in to distract you and keep himself busy when you fall asleep.

✧ Reminds you what a perfect team you two are, for you may have taken an orc’s slash for him, but he ended up taking it down just for you.

✧ Tells you to squeeze his hand if you feel any pain. Regrets that immediately when you practically crush the life out of it, but he’ll never give that fact away for anything!

Bifur

✧ Visibly distraught, knowing how one wound can change a life. Probably demands to watch Oin the entire time.

✧ Needs a hug the moment you’re done just to feel you in his arms and reassure himself, and you cannot deny the comfort it brings you, too.

✧ If you’re the type to pick at your wounds or bandages, know that Bifur will be right there to wordlessly smack your hand away and give you a chastising look.

✧ He becomes clingier, though, in your time of infirm, not only staying by your side but always connected in some way, whether it’s a hand on yours or stroking your head or even him taking you into his arms and resting his head atop yours.

✧ Insists on some very odd herbal remedies that Oin unfortunately backs him up on, nodding and giving a gleeful grin when you reluctantly agree.

Bofur

✧ Refuses to let go of your hand unless Oin physically has to move or handle it for your treatment.

✧ Holds your face in his hands, telling you you’re the bravest most wonderful fool he’s ever met, punctuating every compliment with a kiss.

✧ Sneaks you a flask, saying taking a few sips will surely ease the pain you feel!

✧ Sings you lullabies to help you get your healing rest. Even if you aren’t trying to rest he’ll sing you comforting songs or even silly little uplifting ones complete with even the most ridiculous dance moves. Laughter is the best medicine, after all!

✧ It’s as if he knows what you need before you do. You’ll think of something that might ease your recovery and moments later there is Bofur offering it to you, saying he was thinking you might need it.

Bombur

✧ Paces back and forth outside Oin’s tent in a panic, practically flying into the flaps the moment he is allowed.

✧ Both his hands go to yours, holding it as he asks if you are all right.

✧ Starts to yank you into a hug the moment you day yes, stopping only at Oin’s reminder that that may not be the best idea right now.

✧ Brings you bowls of the best broth he could make, feeding you spoonful by gentle spoonful.

✧ Holds you in his arms and kisses you so softly as if you could somehow break beneath his loving touch.

Dori

✧ The last thing you hear as your tired eyelids flutter shut is Dori scolding you for jumping right into danger.

✧ He picks up again when you awake, but the moment you smile at him he’s lost, pulling you into a kiss with a hand on either side of your face.

✧ Tucks you in your blankets the coziest you have ever been, asking if there is anything else he can bring- anything in the world and it’s yours.

✧ Can be heard arguing with Oin about his methods, especially if they dare hurt you or are more experimental. Healing hurts sometimes, but bless him, he wishes he could take every single ounce of pain from you.

✧ May dodge a bit from the blood your wound oozes, but he certainly isn’t afraid to listen to you describe your pain or what you need in any detail.

Nori

✧ You’ll wake up to him practically pouncing you onto the bed asking what you were thinking pulling a stunt like that.

✧ Kisses you again and again, uncaring of who might be watching.

✧ He has…very creative ways he suggests as attempts to ease the pain depending on the nature of your injury. And, of course, if you’re up for them.

✧ If not, a few rounds of cards’ll keep you busy just the same, and he’ll admit it’s a lot less effort.

✧ Sleight of hand skills come in handy sometimes! He can entertain you with magic tricks, deftly change your bandages with you barely noticing, steal some of Bofur’s whiskey for you to share…

Ori

✧ Constantly asking if you’re going to be alright, which would annoy your company healer if it weren’t so blasted sweet.

✧ Tries to jump in and help, forcing Oin to remind him that he never has set a bone before, has he? He, in fact, has not.

✧ The moment you’re released, you bet he’s right at your side doing everything else under the sun he can. Covering you up with blankets, bringing you water or food and feeding it to you, fetching water and a cloth to keep you cool and clean.

✧ “Don’t scare me like that,” he all but whines your name, “besides, I almost had it!” “Keyword there being almost,” you shoot back with a half-smile, half-wince. “Alright, fair. Thank you. Really.”

✧ Brags about how amazing you are and how there’ll be all kinds of stories about you. You snort and refute this, to which he replies, grinning and holding up his book: “There will be, too. I’m writing them.”

Fili

✧ Wild horses could hardly drag him from your side.

✧ Hovers over Oin the entire time the older dwarf sees to you, even going so far as holding onto things he’ll probably need and handing them to him like an assistant.

✧ Sets up his bedding adjacent to yours in case either of you falls asleep, and of course so you can cuddle him. Oh, all right, he wants to cuddle you too, you got it out of him!

✧ “You’re wonderful.” Kiss. “Brave.” Kiss. “Mad.” Kiss. “Quite the terror to those orcs, even if the one did catch you in the end. Saw some heads fly thanks to you, love.” A much longer, more appreciative kiss.

✧ Can’t sleep? Don’t fret, Fili is there to share stories of his family, of adventures with Kili, their mother, maybe even something funny about Thorin his uncle wouldn’t particularly appreciate him telling you…

Kili

✧ Carries you to bed himself. Every night if need be, he’ll be there for you or even throughout the day to support you and help you walk.

✧ When you’re being worked on, he wants to look away, but he keeps his eyes on you throughout every moment, your hand firmly in his.

✧ Definitely jokes about kissing your wounds better. Teasingly makes to lift up your clothes ‘to see the scar’.

✧ Runs for Oin the moment you express any pain; he knows the feeling, after all, and as he tells you he cannot help the guilt he feels at indirectly causing this, even if you insist it was your choice.

✧ Holds you close, resting your foreheads together as he thanks you for loving him enough to put yourself in this state. “I would do the same for you, you know.”

Bilbo

✧ Deeply insistent that you eat and drink to maintain your strength, even if he has to feed you himself.

✧ Exasperated beyond anything if you tell him you’re fine or try to get up. Gives you the look. You know the look.

✧ If you have bloody bandages, he will help you change them, just looking away and trying not to gag most of the time.

✧ Piles a near-comical amount of blankets on you, forcing you to remind him he needs to keep at least one for himself. Bilbo refuses, thus you invite him into your sickbed with you. He only accepts because you’re ailing and that overrides the impropriety of it all.

✧ Seeing you in pain is so hard, but the one thing that helps Bilbo get through it is realizing it’s emboldened him to tell you just how much you mean to him. It’s a little awkward to get it out, but as he holds your hand and looks into your eyes it is nothing but worth it.

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[dreamwritersworld]

The chore. (Sully family x reader)

hey! this is my first story so bear with me this is gonna be a slightly sad one 💕 also this does have scenes from shows i definitely was inspired by and used some of the situation to go based off of the story :)

Being the overlooked sibling was a difficult role to hold. Only time I was ever acknowledged was when I was constantly being yelled at and told what to do even if it wasn’t my fault. I am the twin of lo’ak but with his crazy antics it just makes it even harder to get the approval of my father.

I had to teach myself everything. Observing others actions and having to figure it out. Even with the sly compliments I’ve received, my parents just brushed it off. As you can imagine it only got worse when I got older but when Tuk came it was like a light was brought to me. I was always distant with my siblings no matter how hard I tried to just have a relationship with them they were so tight I couldn’t find any space for me to be included. Dad constantly held me at a higher role saying “y/n you need to be strong! what don’t you get? stop being so reckless and bringing your siblings into things.” Majority of the time I was yelled at for things that weren’t my fault, I just was caught in at the wrong time or blamed for not watching them. It all didn’t seem fair. It was not fair.

I notice how my parents treated me differently from my sisters and to say it didn’t hurt is a complete lie. It hurts all the time, constantly being put on the back burner hurts. Even Lo’ak and Neteyam got off easier than me. I don’t know why my father holds so much resentment to me or why he puts me to the side like I’m a stray but it wasn’t only him I’m silently mad at, it’s my mom too. Why? How could she sit there and witness it , not see it. I can’t even be fully upset I just must sit there and smile and just try better or as dad says “you need to start using your brain and do better, for THIS family!” I just wish I got the dad my sisters got. I wanted the dad who tended to me and my feelings instead of the dad who told me to suck it up saying it wasn’t ok to cry or show emotions.

Now thinking of it, the only time we talk or well when they talk to me is when they order me around or when dad yells at me. It’s become a daily thing that I take care of Tuk every since she was a baby it became my job. Not that I wouldn’t want to take care of my beautiful sunshine , it’s just keeps me tired sometimes but she’s the only one that truly knows me.

Today I actually have to go look over the war and observe from a far with my brothers but that’s in a couple of hours.

I decided to take a break from practicing and teaching Tuk new things for a quick game of hide n seek. This will only improve her quickness and alertness so it’ll help her. Only it’s been a while since I last saw her run in the forest so I whistled out for her, patiently waiting for her whistle back, something I taught her in order to hear that she’s ok! When I did hear a whistle I looked down and quietly went into the bush to catch her. “THE TICKLE MONSTER IS HERE!” Hearing her sweet giggle kept me strong. I need to keep her safe and it was getting harder to be around when she ran off with our other siblings getting into trouble. It was coming near the time to head with the war party so I hopped on my Ikran and flew to where I had to meet my brothers. We WERE spotting until Lo’ak decided to stupidly go down. Neteyam and I quickly went down for him with zero hesitation and tried to get him to get out. “Lo’ak cmon this isn’t funny I’m not kidding. we have to go. you don’t know what your doin-“ I said trying to stop my brother from doing anything more reckless, that was until we got hit.

All I could hear was ringing , trying to gasp for more air feeling blood rush down my body. I slowly opened my eyes seeing my dad take the boys and hearing Lo’ak “Dad! Dad y/n was with us! We have to get y/n!” He’s leaving. He’s leaving me. Knowing I’m down here. “She shouldn’t have been down there either. She’ll find a way home. We have to go.” In that entire moment my heart shatters. I wanted to just give up right then and there, everything that I’ve feared being true, that he didn’t give a single shit about me. I looked down to my side having a slight gash and my arm having a even larger gash. As I was escaping I can feel everything burn and my entire body fighting to even stay awake until I wasn’t. I decided to just take a break before I’d fall off my Ikran from exhaustion. Once I woke up it was already eclipse so I made my way to the healing tent and decided to just stitch myself up in order to avoid the trouble of pulling anyone out or getting more in trouble.

I never did this before. I mean I have observed and learned from a far since no one wants to teach me but stitching is new. Yelping in pain every once and awhile the needle pierced through my skin but once I was done I was only fueled by anger. So much pent up anger I didn’t even know I let go on for that long, just sitting in the silence trying to calm myself down before having to be yelled at once again for something I tried to fix not even that just that but, for not coming home before eclipse even when my own father left me in pain when I needed him. Actually considering the thought of leaving the forest and finally finding a place I can call home. I had already planned an emergency bag…this isn’t the first time I have had these thoughts, but this might actually be my last straw. Only reason why I didn’t leave was because of my baby sister. My thoughts were soon interrupted.

“Y/n you were ordered to SPOT. LOOK AT THE MESS YOU MADE-“ For a moment, for a slight moment. I actually was gonna take all the hits he sent my way but my anger, frustration towards him. towards his voice. towards his stupid orders. towards everything about him. “I’m. Still. Not. Home. I was injured and YOU left me out there to die.” silence was the only thing there as I stared at my parents resisting ever urge to cry tears of anger something I got used to as a kid being told crying was a weakness and it wasn’t ok if I cried, it wasn’t normal. “I-I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t see you, I-I-“ now hearing the ashamed feeling in my dad’s voice, but I didn’t feel bad because I KNOW he saw me bloody lying on the floor. I KNOW he had enough time. I KNOW he didn’t hesitate to leave me. And I KNOW he’s gonna deny it.

“HOW?! I heard it all dad. I heard Lo’ak calling for you to come back for me. I saw you look at me and you were completely fine in leaving me. You’re a liar and a shitty fucking dad….why tf would you leave me?…You are fucking dead to me.” Hearing my mom cut in “y/n no you don’t mean that!” I looked at her smiled and looked back at my dad “I mean every.fucking.word. You’re dead to me “Dad”. You know I have a lot of regrets…in my life but I gotta tell you Dad being your daughter is at the top of my list.” I took a moment to finally see his emotions…he was crying… to this I scoffed and laughed. “oh now you want to cry? yea you’re just draining. You just like going around to suck the spirit out of everyone.”

I try to stop myself , I try to hold back but the more I do the more bottled up feelings come out “no no y/n i see y-“ anger erupts even more “no don’t say that! Stop saying that! You drained me. And it fucking hurts dad. You. Don’t. Love. Me. You left me. When I needed you! And a real father someone who cares would never throw me to the side the way you did…you always had your favorites. You always blamed ME. It didn’t matter if I was there or not I was the one to blame. You don’t even know anything about me. You don’t care about me. You do not love me.” Tears fall. tears that I didn’t even know I had. So I laugh at them. I witness the regret and guilt rush to my parents head realizing how they truly forgot they even had y/n as a daughter instead of just a baby sitter or someone who just followed their orders. This was the moment they realized something inside their daughter was broken and it can never be fixed.

“I gave you all. Every part of me, I have given to you. Hoping that one day you’d open your arms to me and until that moment I held a patient smile. I know now that, the idea I dreamed of will never happen. Even when I would TRY talking to you, all your ever did was push me away. So while I did everything you asked of me and more. You considered me the chore, the job you didn’t want to do. Don’t worry now, I do not want your excuses because up until you left me to die, you WERE my everything.”

I walked out but not without noticing my siblings on the side I could see the realization hit their faces, realizing that they too forgot they had a sister. The sister that took care of Tuk, handled everything she was dealt with, and more importantly the sibling they also pushed away, the sister they didn’t even want to hear stories about when Tuk was talking. Then I see Tuk my sunshine, I smile taking in her baby face one last time.

Then I rush to “home” to get my bag that I packed, I’ve been waiting for this very moment, just waited for the bandaid to rip. I hoped that a moment like this would never occur, something in my heart broke knowing that it didn’t matter anymore it was bound to happen. I called for my Ikran, crying my eyes out realizing this was really it, and that I would have to tear away from all I knew in order to finally grow and be happy. That was until I felt a tug on my leg stopping me from getting on my Ikran. Tuk. “please y/n don’t leave. Don’t leave me. You have taught me everything please y/n don’t leave home. Or just take me with you.” My heart breaks all over again looking at the child that I practically raised even if she always returned to my parents arms at night or held by them in the evening. She’s the only thing that held me here, my baby sister, my sunshine. “Tuk I see you sister but, I can’t take you with me, I can’t let you leave your home.” I can only hear her heart shatter even more. “No sister. you will take me. your all I need right now. It’s always been us please. I won’t do anything without you.” I look back and forth contemplated for a little and then…agreed. I held her close and wrapped a blanket around her, preparing for the ride.

Again this is my first story so please be understanding! :) hope you enjoyed it 💕

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[thetriplets3]

"you never have to worry about me leaving" w matt?

like, reader had just gotten into it w her parents and they said something along the lines of, "you're unlovable, just wait till that little boyfriend of yours leaves." or smth like that

please and thank you !! 😊😊

❝𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠❞

again i hope this makes sense and that it’s what you wanted

warnings: bad relationship with parents arguing with parents, negative thoughts, relationship doubts, i think that’s all

my parents and i have never seen eye to eye on things, they constantly find things to start arguments about but they never go this far or personal.

“you’re insufferable how does that boyfriend of yours deal with you? you’re exhausting to be around i’m shocked he hasn’t left you yet it’s only a matter of time!” my parents yell, faces red with anger.

this has gone on for so long i don’t even know why they started yelling in the first place, i just zoned out, my thoughts wandering to their words.

how could my parents say that to me? if i’m so insufferable and unloveable to be around why am i even here? am i that much of a burden on everyone? why does anyone keep me around? they probably just feel bad for me. does matt even love me or is it pity? is he just playing me? when will he leave me? why hasn’t he yet?

without thinking i quickly stood up and made my way to my car not even thinking to put shoes on, my mind solely focused on getting out of here. silently i drive to matt’s house, no music, no tears, no thoughts just feeling numb.

i could see matt watching me as i sit in my car with my head slumped against the steering wheel trying to collect myself before going inside. he never left his window, sensing something was wrong he allowed me space to come in when i was ready to.

getting out of the car i let out a sigh and take a deep breath of fresh air in as i make my way to their apartment, letting myself in. giving nick and chris who were in the living room a small hello i headed straight for matt’s room. softly i knock on his door waiting for permission to enter.

“come in baby” he calls out.

he had closed the blinds and turned on his LED lights to blue, knowing i prefer softer lights. he was sitting in bed with his back against the headboard, duvet pulled back, and arms open ready for me to crawl into.

“i’m glad you’re here, i missed you, love. i was gonna text you to see if you wanted to come over and cuddle you must have read my mind” he said, keeping his volume low to match to softness in the room.

with my head on his chest i stayed quiet not know what to say or how to bring it up. he knows about the arguments with my parents but he doesn’t know how intense they’ve gotten and i’m scared to tell him in fear that what they said will be true. he feels my breaths becoming fast and shaky as tears start falling. opting to calm me down instead of forcing me to talk, he runs his fingers delicately up and down my back for a bit before settling in my hair gently massaging it.

“you don’t have to tell me anything. i just need you to calm down you’ll make yourself sick sweetheart” he reassures, taking deep breaths himself, encouraging me to match his breathing as he whispers gentle encouragements in my ear.

this goes on for quite a while before i feel calm enough to tell him what happened.

in the quietest voice i explain what they said, “i don’t even know what i did to make them start yelling at me in the first but they said i’m insufferable and exhausting to be around and they don’t know how you put up with me and they’re shocked you haven’t left me yet” i take a shaky breath. “why are you even with me why haven’t you left me already?” tears pool in my eyes.

“hey hey it’s okay, breath baby. i’m happy you feel safe with me to tell me that” he sits up straighter and pulls me to sit on his lap so we’re face to face. “you are not insufferable and you are not exhausting to be around. you’re the complete opposite i can’t spend a second without you and when i do you’re all i think about. i’m with you because i love you, i love the way you care for people, how gentle you are, how giddy you get when you pass a dog on the street. there’s nothing not to love about you. i’ll spend the rest of my life showing you you deserve to be loved. you never have to worry about me leaving. i’m in it for the long run your stuck with me”

“thank you matt. i’m sorry i questioned our love for me. i love you baby i’m glad you’re here, forever”

“i love you sweet girl, get some rest i’m never leaving”

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[f10werfae]

Titty Comfort

pairing: Frat!Tom Holland x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: When Tom can’t fall asleep, he turns to his girlfriend’s breasts for a lot of comfort (Breast play) (lowkey subby tom?)

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“C’mere love, need you closer” Tom whined, his arms wrapped around the woman in his arms, his semi-hardened cock resting against her ass cheeks. “How much closer do you need baby? we’re already spooning naked” Y/n giggled shuffling up against his cock, his hands situated on her warm tits, squeezing and kneading them every so often; coaxing small whines and whimpers from her lips which were currently swollen due to their sleepy, sloppy make out session.

Tom only whined in response, tugging on her perked up and hardened nipples, nuzzling his face into her neck, kissing and licking at the coconut scented flesh. This whole relationship started when Tom had walked into his bedroom during one of their crazy frat parties, to see a sleepy Y/n nuzzling and cuddling herself into his spider-man bedsheets. Granted he didn’t know the girl but he had a sudden urge to protect her, knowing damn well that he would now protect his sacred bedroom with his life due to the sleeping angel right in his bed.

“Oh- oh shit- you must own this room huh?” Y/n shot up, her eyes glazed and lazy, still holding Tom’s pillow in between her arms to hug it dearly. “I- uh got a bit tired and I was told I could take a room by David, who is currently busy eating my friend’s face off” She chuckled explaining why she was suddenly in his bed, of course David the head frat brother would say something like that, inconsiderate arsehole. “O-oh no sure it’s okay, I guess, just a bit shocked love. You can stay” He laughed walking closer, “We can share the bed if you want?” She smiled gleaming up at him, her arms inviting as she opened up the blankets showing a space just for him, who the fuck was this girl?

Well Tom soon found out the day after when he woke up to a (colour) headed girl on his chest, her body still clad in her dress, her legs intertwined with his as she tried to hug herself further into his warm wide chest. His own arms tugged around her too. Her name was Y/n L/n, she was taking a completely different major from him, which explained why he had never seen her before. She was outgoing, confident and not afraid to get things her way. Had he really just slept with (literally) some girl who he found already snoozing in his bed? Yes, yes he did and he wasn’t going to regret it one bit.

Now two months later, the once infamous frat boy on campus had been tied down to the one and only Y/n L/n; whenever they are on campus their hands are permanently intertwined, his head seen to be dipping down and whispering filthy and sweet things in her ears to make her laugh bashfully and hit his chest. With some people even commenting that he had heard him say that he “couldn’t wait to take her ass tonight”

Any chance he’d get he would walk her to her classes, choosing to hold her books and even like right now, missing out on his own frat activities to instead sleepover at her cozy little dorm room. Now decorated with a multitude of their polaroids together on her wall, some being a little inappropriate considering the nudity, but who else was going to see them?

“You keep tossin’ n’ turnin’ honey, are you feeling alright?” She frowned turning around in his arms, his hands slipping to her waist, her chest flushed against his as he felt her hardened nipples against his skin; Jesus how did he bag someone as gorgeous as her? His lips raining kisses all over her face, feeling her breath quicken and shake each time he got closer to her sweet spot, which already had hickies littering the length of it. “Just feeling a bit restless baby, nothin’ for you to worry about, pretty” He smiled finally kissing her nose, watching it wrinkle adorably in response before she leant in and pressed a featherlight kiss to his pink lips, not one full of lust but one full of adoration and passion for the man right in front of her. The man who showed her what love was, and how to love in such a short amount of time.

“But it is for me to worry about, I want you soft and snuggly with me, sleepy and hazy whike being undeniably horny” She laughed nudging his nose with hers, his lips pouting out to kiss hers lightly again, his hands groping her breasts tightly in his palm; she knew what he wanted, no, needed. Whenever Tom found himself needing comfort or some sensual loving, he turned to his lover’s breasts, suddenly finding them the most alluring thing in the world.

“Can I uh- ya know, play with them a little?” He whispered just staring at them blatantly, smiling childishly when Y/n replied, “Of course you can baby, they’re all yours babyboy” She giggled kissing the corner of his lips, noticing how his eyes were just fully trained on her tits more than anything else. Shifting herself up a little, he started moving her warm fleshy tits in circular motions, his lips greedily licking and sucking on the flesh surrounding her areola and nipples. Y/n’s fingers raked though his brown curls gently, planting small kisses to his hairline, her lips pulled into a small smile; Tom sat with his eyes closed fully enjoying sucking and pulling at her tits.

His tongue licking a stripe up the underside of her boob until he reached her nipple, wrapping his mouth around it like a suction, suckling on it affectionately; his eyes closed calmly. “You taste so good baby angel” He whispered kissing each of her nipples lovingly, letting his lips collect spit before dribbling it onto her hardened buds, lubing them up with his tongues flicking at them softly. “Thank you honey bun, even used some of that new body wash ya got me for no reason” She moaned out half asleep, Tom’s suckling had calmed her to a point of sleep, her eyes threatening to close any second now. The sound of Tom’s hums and his tongue flicking, giving a weird sense of a comforting atmosphere.

“Well it was in your wishlist and you told me your wishlist was empty” Tom hummed annoyed, shoving his face between her breasts, kissing the valley of her tits; knowing damn well he made it his responsibility to make sure everything in her basket was bought on a weekly basis. “Your tits are beautiful Y/n, not in a sexual way, but the fact they’re part of you just makes them so sexy”

He spent the next 15-20 minutes just loving and kissing on her breasts, her other hand softly pumping his limp cock, not with the intention of getting his hard but with the intention of showing him the same type of affection he was showing her. Undivided unconditional attention.

“hmm” Y/n hummed turning her head to the side, her hands dropped to rubbing his back soothingly, her nails raking up and down slowly. “You sleepy love? Want me to put the girls away?” He questioned pulling away from her tits with a pop, looking up at her with a crazy type of love, a love they both knew would never burn out. “No no keep going hun, feels good n’ warm” She yawned letting her eyes close for the final time that night, her hands resting on his back as he continued his own adventure. His lips licking, kissing and sucking on her tits until he himself, fell asleep undoubtably with her tit in his mouth; like a lovesick idiot.

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PSA: Sorry this was short but I found it so cute and lovey!! Just a bit of comfort for those who are going through finals/any tough situations

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[shigayokagayama]

The Beach Omake And Authorial Intent

initially i was going to save this for a big teru analysis i had cooking however i eventually ended up deciding that it would feel like a really long tangent in its original context and probably deserves a separate post.

when it comes to the whole "teru's parents" thing i generally see two competing ideas on it

a. terus absent parents are the real villains of mob psycho and are the direct cause of everything wrong with his life and any and all teru analysis must center around this fact

b. terus parents being absent in the first place is only revealed in an omake and only exists for plot convenience and is not something that should be focused on at all when writing him

and whenever i see either of these my mind always drifts to the question of authorial intent. i know how people are reading this information, but how are we supposed to? i know death of the author is becoming more of a common thing in fandom spaces (albeit usually misused) but i feel like a better understanding of why this omake exists and how we're supposed to read it might help to better synthesize two takes that seems to be completely at odds with each other.

okay first i want to go over the actual placement of the beach omake in the update schedule of the manga because, unlike most other omakes, i feel like this ones placement in the schedule of page releases is actually super relevant

the vast majority of omakes come at the end of weekly updates. you finish reading the usually 15-20 pages ONE put out and then you get a little bonus comic at the end, usually something funny or a slice of life but but occasionally more serious. multi part omakes are usually spread out over multiple updates, making you wait a couple weeks for a punchline.

beach omake is not that. between chapters 99 (mob gets hit by a car) and 100 (the whole rest of the omake) there was a 6 week hiatus from normal pages and in this hiatus is where we get beach omake. reading it all together immediately cuts away the sort of "slice of life sunday paper comic" tone other multi part omakes have and make you read it as a part of the actual main story, since that's how you're used to reading these weekly updates.

now the actual tone. generally the multi part omakes exist to be long punchlines and the rare emotional ones are a single page for maximum impact. beach omake has a very different structure compared to, say, the haunted doll omake or the pot of happiness.

off the bat from the first two pages there's not really a joke. the tone mostly seems kind of melancholic. mobs expression for the middle section of the second page (maybe purposely) is obscured by the panel breaking off, it's hard to tell his reaction, all our attention is directed at teru. with all of the panels taken up by dialogue (primarily his own), we're being asked to focus on what he's saying:

-teru lives alone

-he lives alone because his parents live overseas

-he hasnt seen them in a while

-he doesnt like having nothing to do

-he doesnt like being alone

all of this information is delivered with an extremely casual expression from him, implying that it's not something that seems ll the out of the ordinary for him. mob, on the other hand...

the hesitation before he says anything and the way his expression is obscured seems to imply something is... off... about this information to him. this isn't a handwaved "oh mob is walking home from school after passing out because he needs to for plot reasons", we're reacting to this information like it's weird.

the next two pages are, mostly, a lot more of what we expect out of a mob psycho omake. the first one works as a standalone joke page, teru is bad at identifying animals which leads to him showing reigen a roach, something reigen is terrified of, instead of a beetle.

the second page starts similarly, we get a dumbass joke about reigen trying to pick up women at the beach (note: i think this is the singular time we get an indication reigen is even into women) but then the next two panels take on a more melancholic tone again. we get a small panel of mob and ritsu playing on the beach and a much, much larger panel of teru sitting on the beach, watching them. the dialogue bubble forces us to pay attention to the fact that he is silent.

the ending of this omake is where we bring it home. generally the last panel centers the punchline of the page, or of the whole omake, but the final panel of this isn't really what was being built to in this case.

we start our second page on teru. his expression is obscured, reigens speech bubble is shoved to the side so we can see that teru's hat is being held in his hands.

when we see his face in full view he looks... confused. he looks like he doesn't know how to react to someone going through all this trouble for him. teru is a character who, up to this moment, we have seen as extremely independent. he always rushes into things alone, he always has to be the hero, he always has to be the one to save the day. hell, this omake is immediately followed by the confession arc. where... you know.

so what are we supposed to get out of this omake?

teru's been doing everything on his own up to this point

but he doesn't have to anymore

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #teruki hanazawa #pic #edit: even though the hair makes this difficult to date timeline wise #i like to picture this as post confession arc #i feel like it makes the most sense

[mimising]

Summer with stranger | Carlos Sainz

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Carlos x (she)reader

Little angsty with sweet savoury.

--- It's my first time to write something like this. I have NO idea what I'm actually doing. Do enjoy if it's enjoyable.

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“Please don’t cry.” Her head sifted from her hands. Big watery eyes looked up to him. He squatted down in front of her. “What’s the matter? Who made a pretty girl like you cry?” She sniffed. “Some arsehole.” The girl took a closer look at a man in front of her. His skin was golden brown, fluffy hair sat just right. Only she couldn’t look the man in the eyes. 

 Carlos put his hand on her shoulder. “I’ve heard that hugs make everything go away. Would you like to try it out?” His voice sounded sincere. She didn’t say anything but sifted her hands. That was all he needed to see and took the girl in his arms. One hand caressed her hair while the other held her tight against his chest. Head pressed against his neck and shoulder. He could feel her warmth and heartbeat. Tears started to slowly soak his shirt. Her smell was divine. 

 Slowly the girl started to feel a sense of comfort. The arsehole was forgotten for a minute. She felt safe. Although her nose was blocked from the crying she could smell his strong cologne wrapping her in a heavenly space. 

“Would you like to go for a walk?” Suddenly the comfort was gone and cold reality was back. The girl nodded. “Ye-yeah, I would like that.” 

He stood up and held his hand out to her. This was the first time she really looked up and saw the man's eyes. Soft brown eyes which matched with his fluffy hair. 

“I was on my way to the beach. If you're interested then we could go there for a swim.” He did have a towel on his other shoulder. “I don’t have a towel.” All she could come up with. The part where she didn’t really know how to swim was left out. “No need to worry about that. They must have plenty to rent.” 

If he hadn’t been so sweet she would have declined but for some reason she just couldn’t. “You are right. Will figure something out.” She smiled at him and looked away when their eyes met. Blood rushed to her cheeks. 

As they walked he asked if she was local but learning that she was just visiting and didn’t know much about the city did he start talking about the beauty of it. She enjoyed listening about cafes to visit and roads to walk through. 

The girl was quiet and he didn’t even know her name. “You are visiting for the first time. Is there a particular reason why here or?” 

“I was meant to pay a visit to my boyfr- ex’s summer house. Things took a darker turn and now I’m just here to leave.” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep-” “It’s completely fine. I should be the one apologizing and thanking.”

They walked side by side, almost close enough to hold hands. Occasionally catching sights of each other.  Her face started to light up. Teares long forgotten. 

The sand was warm under their feet. She soaked in all the warmth and hid the fear of the sea with smiling. 

“I never got your name..” As he was taking off his shirt he said “Carlos. Carlos Sainz. And you?” For a second the dictionary was forgotten. The man was ripped. She couldn’t stop blushing. After saying her name she held out her hand. He snickers but shakes it. Even his hand was twice her size. 

He tried to be polite and not check her out. What a naive idea. She looked like heaven. Her skin white like the milky way. It didn’t go unnoticed by her.“I’m from a colder area. That’s why my skin is so light.” He took a sharp turn to the sea. 

 “Run to the sea?” She really would have liked to run the other way. Without saying anything she started running to the sea instead. He was hot on her tail. “I’ll catch you, you little-!” 

 She cried out when he caught up with her. Easily running past. She cried out with laughter while adding speed. 

 Once in water, she slowed down. He went head into the water. She stayed back and watched. When Carlos didn’t see her beside him and almost on the shore he screamed “oh no, you are coming in the water!” And swam back to her. “Nono, I’m happy right here.” 

 Carlos didn’t slow down which concerned her and she tried to run back. “You are not going anywhere!” Playfully he pulled her into the water. The water was only to her hips but scared her nevertheless. She screamed with horror and held onto him with her dear life. 

 He pulled the girl against him. “Everything is ok. You are safe with me. I won’t let you get any deeper, cariño.” She caught her breathing back and opened her eyes. 

 “Are you scared of the sea? You should have told me.” Lustful face was washed from his face and replaced with concern. “I didn’t want to ruin your plans. Already ruined your shirt with some mascara.” He chuckled. “This is the least of my problems.” 

 Her hands were still holding tight around his neck. Eyes roaming to his lips. They looked so kissable at this distance. 

 “Actually I have to confess something.” “Go on.” She looked away. “I don’t know how to swim.”

He took her chin into his hand and made her face him. “Then I can teach you. Maybe the sea isn't the best place to start but some other day. For example a pool. How does that sound?” She nodded. “The pool it is then. But right now we can just stand here and feel the warm water. If that’s fine with you.” Once again she nodded. 

 They stayed like this for a few more seconds when she realized their position. Her hands let go of his neck. He cleared his voice. The hands slid away quickly. 

 “You’ve helped me out a lot today. Would you like to grab some lunch together?” She had tried herself with his towel and was putting clothes back on. Carlos tried himself with the same towel. It felt a little erotic to know that just minutes ago the fabric ran against her smooth skin. 

 “Sure. I can take us to somewhere nice.” His meaning of nice ment somewhere fancy at first but the woman didn’t seem to know who he was and he’d love to keep it that way for as long as he can.  “That would be smart. I only ever visited a few places where they mostly served coffee and sweets.”  

 As they were both dressed, they took a turn back to the town. Sun was burning extra bright and finding a shelter with a cooler seemed mandatory. “Do you have a place to stay tonight?” She turned around, looking at him. “Uh, to tell you the truth, not really. I mean, I can afford one more night at the hotel but that’s it. And my booked flight isn’t until next week.” 

 She had forgotten all about her ex and her situation. But the weight was back on her shoulders. He saw the change on her face and regretted immediately what he had asked. “If you’d like, you could stay at my place until your flight back home. Not that I have a big apartment here but some arrangements could be done.” First it sounded a little too good and creepy to her. She had known Carlos for only… a few hours. In reality it felt much longer. And she didn’t have a plan B. Maybe he isn’t trying to kidnap her for her organs and genuinely felt sorry for her. 

 “If I did take your offer, what would you like back? There are no free lunches as they say.” She was shivering. Carlos thought for a minute. He just didn’t want her to go just yet. Moments where someone didn’t know him were rare. She as a person felt rare. “You come to me to the pool to learn how to swim.” First thing that came to his mind. She laughed. “That's beneficial to me. What about you? I could do your laundry for that time period or run errands.” 

 Carlos didn’t need those things to be taken care of. He did enjoy doing them himself after a long season. Just something a normal human can do. “I guess you could help out but I do enjoy doing these things myself.” 

 As she was throwing ideas at him and Carlos tried to decline, they had reached main streets. He had a particular smaller business in his mind where to take her. “Right this way. Even Though it’s out of the main street, the food is delicious.” 

 He stopped in front of a big old door that didn’t have any signs near it. “That? Are you sure? I don’t see any-” she was saying before he opened the door. “Yes, ladies first.” Carlos smirked as she stepped in. The interior was mind blowing. High ceilings, huge windows with a view to the sea. You couldn’t really see it all from the grand entry. 

 “Table for two please.” said Carlos and the waitress took them to one next to a window. Carlos held her chair like a gentelman. “I’ll be right back with your menus. Would you like something to drink?” She sounded sweet but held back for some reason. “Some water with lemon. Is that fine with you?” Carlos was asking that from his companion. “Of course.” Waitress nodded and went away. 

 “This place looks way too fancy. Look at the wallpaper they have. This is either Jane Claytons or I don’t know…” Carlos was a little shocked. He had a wide grin. “How or why do you know about wallpapers?” He was genuinely interested. “I'm a little into interior design and just like to know about history and products.”  Carlos put his elbows on the tabbed and held his head in his hands. 

 She told him more about her interests and job back in the other country. He would occasionally ask one or two things about her work. Finally the waitress came with water and menus. She told them about today's dishes and left. 

 The food was not on the cheaper side and made her anxious. How could she say no if she had asked him to choose the restaurant. She’ll live off noodles for the next few months. Nothing new really. 

 She had chosen the cheapest dish from the menu. Carlos had noticed that.“You know, if you’re concerned about the food then don’t be. It’s on me. Choose whatever you like.” She shook her head. “Mkm, no way. You have helped a lot today. The food is on me.” This went on back and forth til their food arrived. Carlos had convinced her in some circumstance–she would pay for the ice cream after lunch. 

“I haven’t allowed myself a cheat day in a while. Thank you for the ice cream.” He was one of those who bite his ice cream instead of licking. She was licking it. While she did that Carlos would glimpse looks. They were walking without a destination. Mostly him showing her around the town while talking about facts about thing or two. ---

Part 2

#carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader #formula one x reader

[littlemymyohmy]

After reading on some Welcome Home x Human Reader, I’ve come to the conclusion that these stories are mostly centered around the puppets figuring out what the heck Reader is. I think by now we all know what they think about Human Reader, but Home is a neighbor too.

So what does Home think of Human Reader? He is a house, maybe he feels sympathy for Reader not having a “home”. Or maybe he feels intrigued. I’m sure he loves Wally, but Wally doesn’t need much since he’s a puppet. But a Human. A Human almost completely relies on a house to keep warm and safe. Rooms for different needs. A kitchen to store food and to feed themselves. I’m sure Home has a lot of empty cupboards and a lot of space to fill. Heck maybe Home wants someone to cradle and protect while he sleeps (Since Wally doesn’t sleep). The little things we don’t think about might be greatly appreciated by a house: like loose hair falling to the floor from a brush, or how our hands turn bronze doorknobs into gold. Repetitive movement is engraved into the floor, walls and doors. Maybe Home longs to be “lived” in.

I think we often see our homes as a reflection of our selves. How we upkeep and decorate our homes. Home would love the different phases we go through. One second you want your walls to be blue and then next pink or maybe even green, or a picture you hung up here will go there and a different one will go here instead. He’d love learning about your friends and family this way. Home would love when you decide to hang up string lights, LED lights etc. So exciting! He must feel like a different house! Think about the excitement he must feel when you come back home and you have a gift for him. Wind chimes to sing for him or a funny little garden gnome to keep him company. Home feels so deeply for Human Reader. If he didn’t have Wally, Home would 100% take Reader in.

I’m Implying that when Reader is off visiting the neighbors, and Home is left with his thoughts, maybe he daydreams about a life with us. Our laughter from elsewhere creeps it’s way into his daydreams. Daydreams about how he’d greet you with a happy creak every morning when you wake and a happy creak every night when you sleep. He thinks you fit right into this neighborhood quite nicely. Every time we help Eddie early in the morning with packages, Home’s eyes follow until we are out of site. He’s heard from Frank’s boisterous lectures that Humans are warm, he wonders how different your hands must feel compared to the cold felt he’s used to. He’s seen you caught in the rain before and oh how he wished he could’ve swung his door open and called for you to hurry up inside before you catch a cold! He wonders which cabinet would pile all the different kinds of tupperware as you hurriedly toss a spare lid in and quickly shut the door before it all comes tumbling out.

There are some things he’d have to get used to if we took the place of Wally. Midnight bathroom or snack breaks would startle the poor house awake. Why are you up walking around so late for? He’d open and close his cabinets trying to help make up your indecisive mind about what to eat. Should you be eating this late? He’d rack his mind for any information he’s heard from Frank. I’d imagine him having to constantly remind you to wash the piling dishes. He’d probably do it himself if he could. Every time you shower he’d memorize the exact right temperature you like. The list goes on and on.

I think we as a fandom don’t include Home a lot, especially how he must feel about us unexpectedly entering the neighborhood.

Home is a neighbor too.

Note: Maybe I should write. Let me know if I’ve made grammatical errors.

#[my writing] #welcome home #welcome home x reader #welcome home x human reader #home #welcome home arg #wally darling #frank frankly #eddie dear

[7-wonders]

The Nightmare

Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x reader

Summary: Your daughter has a nightmare, and Morpheus is the one to soothe her.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Just a short little something to get back into writing after my unexpected break. This is in the same universe as "Fatherhood," where you're a single parent with a daughter named Caroline. I just love unexpected parental relationships, okay? (no this certainly doesn't say anything about me and any childhood trauma I have)

It’s been a long day by the time you’ve finally gotten Caroline to go to sleep, and you fall back onto your couch with a heavy sigh. You love your daughter, truly–she’s the light of your life. But good god, why do children not have an off switch? Why do they have to be “go-go-go” from the moment they wake up until they literally pass out from exhaustion?

“Long day?” Morpheus asks, having appeared from thin air. 

It’s so familiar now that you don’t even flinch when he occupies space that, moments ago, was empty. You can hear the teasing in his voice, but you barely even have the energy to open your eyes and look at him.

“You have no idea.”

Morpheus joins you on the couch, and you lean your head against him with a sigh. He smiles down at you softly, brushing a couple of stray locks of hair behind your ear. “Might I help you relax after your long day, then?”

“That would be greatly appreciated,” you say with a smile.

Instead of actually doing any sort of relaxing, you somehow end up making out with your primordial, all-powerful boyfriend on the couch like you’re a couple of teenagers. Par for the course, you have to admit; though Morpheus may not seem it, he’s extremely affectionate, and you’re more than willing to accommodate him.

When crying starts up in earnest from Caroline’s room, you frown against Morpheus’s lips. She’s historically been a good sleeper, sleeping through the night since she was a baby. To hear her crying concerns you, though most things regarding your child concern you. It just comes with the territory of being a parent. Still, you try to ignore it and continue kissing, hoping that she’s just restless in her sleep.

You’re already up and heading to her bedroom by the time she calls out for you, Morpheus completely forgotten.

The light from the hallway illuminates her tear-streaked, flushed face when you open up her bedroom door. She has the blankets pulled up all the way around her, with only her face peeking out of the opening. 

“Baby,” you coo, sitting down on the bed and letting her crawl into your lap and bury her face in your neck. “What’s wrong?”

“I had a nightmare,” she whimpers.

“Oh, that must have been so scary,” you commiserate, feeling her nod against you. 

“I looked and I looked and I looked, but I couldn’t find you!” she cries out, devolving into sobs that shake her entire body. You hush her and rock her, reassuring her that you’re right here and that you aren’t going anywhere.

“It’s okay though, you know that nightmares aren’t–”

You stop yourself before you say what you’ve always said to comfort her, which is that nightmares aren’t real. If there’s one thing you’ve learned since you began to see Morpheus romantically, it’s that dreams and nightmares are very much real. How are you supposed to help your daughter now when your normal placation is a lie?

You panic, your eyes searching the air as you try to think of something to say. They land on Morpheus, who stands silhouetted in the doorframe. He enters the bedroom, which you hadn’t expected. Even more unexpected, he kneels down next to you and places a hand on Caroline’s back.

“Dweam,” Caroline says when she realizes he’s here, in the little kid way that always makes your heart ache.

“I heard that you had a nightmare,” Morpheus says in lieu of a greeting.

“A scary one,” she insists, not that either of you needed any convincing.

“Sometimes they are, yes. Though, a very reliable source has informed me that they are far more scared of you than you are of them.”

Caroline looks up at Morpheus with wide eyes. “Really?”

“Oh yes. Especially when you growl at them.” 

Caroline giggles against him, and you stifle your own laugh in your hand. “You’re silly.”

“It is true. Show me your best growl?” 

She scrunches up her face, bears her teeth, and roars like a little bear. Morpheus nods seriously, while you hide your face in his shoulder so that you can laugh in peace.

“Very frightening.”

One of the many things that you love about Morpheus is that he doesn’t treat your daughter like a child. No, she’s a person, only small, with thoughts and emotions that deserve to be taken seriously.

“Would you like to hear a story?” Morpheus asks when it’s apparent that any sign of tears is long gone.

Caroline perks up and nods. She loves Morpheus’s stories; he’s not called the Prince of Stories for no reason. If you’re being honest, you love his stories too.

Only at her say so does Morpheus maneuver his long legs to fit onto Caroline’s toddler bed, with you shifting effortlessly to the floor to allow the two their space. Caroline snuggles into Morpheus’s embrace, and her thumb goes to her mouth as she looks up at him. After he thinks for a moment, likely flipping through his mental arsenal, he decides on a tale of a little nightmare that didn’t know what her purpose was. 

By the time he reaches the climax–the little nightmare was actually a little dream, whose purpose was to comfort children having nightmares–Caroline is snoring softly against him, and she has been for a few minutes. You’re a little in awe of just how easily Morpheus got her calmed down and back asleep, with no magic other than his voice. You wish you had your phone with you, so you could capture this memory forever.

He disentangles himself from Caroline, taking extra care not to jostle her any more than absolutely necessary. You pull the covers back up over her, kissing her little forehead as you do so. Morpheus smoothes a gentle hand through her tangled curls—you pretend not to notice, instead waiting for him at the bedroom door.

When you’ve successfully shut the door without waking her up, you look up at Morpheus. “Thank you.”

His strong brow furrows in confusion. “For what?”

“Getting Caroline back to sleep. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Nonsense. She was disturbed by one of my own creations; it was the least I could do.” 

You almost laugh at just how much of a non-issue this was for him. In his mind, it makes perfect sense that he would obviously comfort his lover’s daughter. For you, though, it means the world, and you tell him as much.

He shifts uncomfortably under your praise, and you’re practically waiting to see him blush. Alas, not this time. “She is your daughter,” is all that he says in response.

When he tries to kiss you again, you yawn. “Sorry,” you apologize. “I actually am tired.”

“Shall I see you off to my realm as well?” Morpheus asks smoothly, kissing at your jaw instead.

“Hmm, as long as I’ll see you there?”

“That can certainly be arranged.”

You know how much Morpheus’s realm means to him; it quite literally is him. It’s not lost on you, what it means for him to so easily shift things around just so that he can spend as much time with you as possible. 

You’ll never take for granted just how much he loves you and, much to your surprise and delight, your daughter.

#dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #morpheus imagine #morpheus #the sandman imagine #the sandman

[ghouljams]

I am starving, famished, shriveled up and dying for more fae!Gaz, por favor sobra pero un pedazo 💔💔

Noooo mi novioooo, Gaz I'm sorry I have been neglecting you!! 😭

Gaz spots you from across the street. You radiant happiness shines like gold through the rest of the dismal crowd. He smacks Soap's chest to shut him up and earns a smack in return. After a minor tussle Gaz is following after you. Sliding through the usual 5 o'clock rush like water. You're easy to keep track of even if you weren't such a beacon he'd be drawn to your smile, the light in your eyes, the way you laugh with your whole chest when the person you're with tells some crappy joke.

He can feel the streets starting to twist. Your friend drifting away as you pull something up on your phone, the crowd thinning and thinning until it's just you. Just you walking alone down the cobblestone. Gaz breathes in the scent of you, the soft tinge of amber and salt in the air, the warping confusion that's starting to build as you look around at the buildings on either side of you. He can almost hear you asking yourself: have they always looked like that, did I take a wrong turn somewhere, did my friend? Easy prey. You must want something now, right?

You turn on your heel, start your walk back the way you came from with a shrug. Gaz pauses, that's- where's the panic? This is what he gets for taking a page out of Ghost's book. Low results that one. He's not used to thinking like a hunter, shit, what would Price do?

He'd use what he already has on you to get more. Intelligence begets intelligence.

Gaz catches your arm when you pass him, eyes still glued to the map on your phone. He tamps down your suspicion, your guard at being touched by a stranger. You look up with curiosity instead of annoyance. Gaz smiles and you smile back, a little unsure.

"Did you need something?" You ask, always careful words from the humans in this city. He says your name like a question, and you nod. Tethers between you light up, slick his words with your assent.

"We met at the bar?" He feeds you the memory, the good bits of it at least. He's always been rather talented with memory work. Recognition crosses your face.

"The cherry stem," you smile, like you can't stop it. He returns your smile with a nod, feels you shift a little on your feet invading his space. It's cute the way you step just a little closer to him.

"Come on, that can't be the only thing you remember," he teases. It is. He knows it is, but you'll blame the alcohol for any losses in memory. Pretty, stupid, thing. You are stunning the way you lie to him.

"Of course not."

Gaz hums, feels his teeth itch as you look to your phone again. He couldn't forget your face, but seeing you in the light of day like this feels like seeing you for the first time. You're positively radiant, bursting with life and light and everything he's never wanted more. No dim club lights to drown out the spark in your eyes.

The distorted map on your screen makes you shake your head, lock your phone and pocket it. You attention falls fully onto him. All that gorgeous gold that you drip with. He gets it. He knows why Soap eats his artists like candy, why Price chases one little Witch when there are easier prizes to be won, why Ghost wrapped himself in so many tethers there's no start or end to them. He knows why humans seek him out.

Moths to a flame.

What can he give you, what do you want? How can he hold a piece of you no matter how small?

"Are you lost?" Gaz offers, "I know the area pretty well if you want some help."

"That would be great actually, thanks," You sigh with relief. Gaz feels a tether settle, liquid and bright. Some small part of you, he thinks to himself. He wonders how many more he can get on you, how completely he can hold you before you notice. You said it would be nice to fall in love. He can do that. What's love but a few good coincidences?

#cod x reader #x reader #kyle garrick mw2 #kyle garrick x reader #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x oc #gaz modern warfare #gaz x reader #gaz mw2 #gaz cod #gaz x oc #I still don't have a name for this darling! #another de selby part 1 and 2 fic tbh #I'm just listening to it on loop since the concert

[orionsangel86]

I have been doing this meta analysis thing for a long time now and one thing that I have always tried to make clear in meta analysis is that for it to be taken seriously you must keep your personal biases out of it. You must come at it as objective as possible.

Rant under the cut

Its not always easy to do when you are dealing with difficult topics, or shining unfavourable lights on characters you love, or coming to conclusions that you werent expecting (recent meta discussions about Morpheus in the Sandman comics would fall into these categories).

What meta analysis should never be used for is to back up ship wars or specifically to shame fandoms for liking certain characters. If the meta isnt providing valid evidence to support the interpretations, and instead has fallen into name calling and mockery of fandom, its no longer valid meta.

I got this ALL the time in SPN fandom. Destiel was a huge fandom but as meta writers we stuck with what we were given by the source material and interpreted it with valid evidence. We understood that multiple interpretations were possible but we made sure that whatever we were analysing made sense and had some source backing. This wasnt always the case because meta writers are not a monolith, but the bigger blogs who wrote meta frequently at least understood this and would not be stretching to support their own claims if canon didnt back it up. Now no one is perfect of course, but the point is, proper meta writers understand that where they make a claim or interpretation of the source material, they have to site examples and evidence to back up their claims and also take into consideration any evidence to the contrary.

The people who hated destiel and made that their entire personalities didnt do that so much. I read a lot of their meta out of curiosity and every time I was baffled by where they were getting their claims. 'Destiel is necrophilia" was a big one which canon disproved almost straight away in season 5. "Destiel is rape" was another because Cas was using Jimmy as a vessel and yet canon confirmed Jimmy died at the end of season 4. Cas' body was remade by God in season 5 and has remained his own ever since. These are just two of the ridiculous examples supposed "meta writers" among the destiel hater communities would come up with and still use today.

I find it extremely infuriating when I see character/ship hate loosely disguised as meta analysis. I can give people the benefit of the doubt a lot of the time, as fandoms are usually highly emotional spaces, but when there is zero canon evidence to support the claims, when connections are being made on the absolute thinnest of threads, and when far more obvious interpretations are being clearly ignored to support certain viewpoints in such a stunningly obvious case of confirmation bias I have to throw in the towel and stop taking said meta seriously.

One thing I have loved about Sandman fandom so far is the meta. It's such a rich text to analyse, and the show adds an entirely new level to it which makes it all the more enjoyable. I've made no secret of my support for Dreamling and I wrote a very long meta series on Dreamling and how the show in particular uses certain tropes, symbolism, visual storytelling cues, and music, to name a few, to overload a 25 minute sequence with queer coding. It is completely understandable to me why anyone going into the show even without thinking about shipping, would feel like Dreamling hit them like a brick to the face. The creators weren't subtle with it.

Its also totally valid to find romantic interpretations of other pairings within the Sandman. I personally think Morpheus x Johanna was laid on pretty thickly. Morpheus x Lucienne is equally an interesting ship to analyse. But heres the thing, if you ship these other ships and are frustrated that Dreamling has "taken over" thats valid. I get it. I would like more focus on the other characters too. I would particularly like to talk about Lucienne x Gault and have a meta piece in progress about them.

Whats not okay however is for other shippers and people frustrated with Dreamling to go the way of the Destiel antis. Dont make shit up that has no basis in canon just because you need some moral high ground to shit all over the ship you hate. Don't call fans that see Dreamling "deluded" for seeing it. They aren't deluded. It's right there in the subtext. Dont resort to name calling and "gotchas" and use inflammatory language to bait people. And please, I'm begging you, stop claiming that people who ship Dreamling are somehow all overly fragile white racists. You're wrong.

The racism discussions about Hob's past have their place, but these things ARE being discussed, if anything I feel this fandom has done a far better job of handling the issues of slavery than another popular fandom has (looking at you OFMD). No one is forgiving Hob for his slaver past. But you have to acknowledge that the entire point of the story in The Sandman is about change, and growth, and how we can become better people. As another excellent short meta post stated recently "we are more than the sum of our transgressions". The Sandman is all about the shades of grey. No one is morally righteous, but most characters are not completely morally bankrupt either.

Hob Gadling is a controversial character who is often misunderstood by fandom but anyone with proper critical thinking skills and a decent understanding of what meta analysis is, should understand that Hob is a metaphor for humanity first and foremost. He is the average everyman from the perspective of an Englishman and therefore above all else to understand Hob you have to look to England, to Englands history, and to its current status in the world. A lot of blood on its hands yes, but also at least a century of trying to make up for it, a leader in the world in human rights and trying to do better. I have to believe that about this country, so I believe it about Hob too. Whilst I'm not interesting in getting into huge geopolitical debates about England, I hope that we can all agree that the average Englishman today is not a blood thirsty evil slaver/rapist/murderer or whatever else ive seen people accuse Hob of being even in his modern era.

We can argue the faults of the show downplaying slavery for sure. Its a valid criticsm. We can argue that not enough time was given in the show to show that Hob had changed and regretted his former actions. We can critique these things based on what the show has and has not told us, and also pepper in information provided in the comics and what we know about future Hob panels as well.

But when it comes to the blank spaces in between frames, in between cut screens, we can do whatever we like. Because that is where meta analysis ends and fanfiction begins. You wanna write about Hob joining the abolitionist movement and fighting hard to end slavery? You can. You wanna write about him ignoring Dreams advice and continuing to be a brutal slaver right up until slavery was ended in England sure, you go for it. But don't call either of these "headcanons" meta analysis.

Dont use meta analysis as a cover to shit on fandom. The minute you resort to name calling and mockery its no longer meta. No matter how frustrated or upset you are with the current fandom situation. There is always space to criticise fandom. But ask yourself what your end goal is here? What are you trying to achieve? Is it truly because you are on a righteous path to end fandom racism? Or do you just really hate a popular ship and want people to stop shipping it? If it's the former, then focus on that, ask what solutions we can put in place? Where we can truly tackle it on a larger scale, raising awareness of things that people may not realise are racist but are common tropes in fandom (like how making female characters all mothers or sassy gay best friends is misogynistic or how certain stereotypes in fantasy creatures are anti semitic) but if its the latter, then its disingenuous to use racism in fandom as a shield to hide your ship hate. It reduces an important topic to something shallow and irrelevant.

In ending this rant I will just say this. I'm not interested in engaging further on this topic. I'm legit gonna start blocking if anyone attempts to twist my words here. The civil discussions on this matter ended when people started name calling and flinging around accusations without basis. I am more than happy to engage separately in ways to improve fandom spaces for poc, because thats important, but ship hating has no place in that discussion. Drop that aspect, and there'll be less resistance in these topics.

#rant #fandom discourse #the hob gadling matter

[dairy-farmer]

Don't know about you? But you know what one of MY favorite multi set ups is? The sandwich. Just? "We are going to MELT YOUR BRAIN" from sensory onslaught and leaving you drooling.

And I'm just sayin >.> bet Damian? Would TOTALLY have a "do I hate you or am I desperately horny for you" complexe towards Tim? Maybe some sort of team up? Verbal jabs leading to physical as they are changing at a safe house. And suddenly they are wrestling like feral little shits.

Nearly naked. Writhing and grappling. Until Damian manages to land himself straddling on top of a suddenly frozen Tim, who lost because he became Hyper Aware of what he was DOING. And of course he is smug in his victory. No, no he doesn't think he SHALL get up.

Beg.

And Tim is trying so, SO hard not to reveal that that he's gotten, well, HARD. But of COURSE the little nightmare notices. This is it. Tim's life is over.

But instead? It's more mocking, challenging, goading. Oh, so you DO have taste. And such.

As Damian rocks his hips. Grinding and teasing. How? What!? Who TAUGHT him these things!? Tim can't think. It's been a WHILE. The friction is amazing. Damian is smug, finally, HE is the one with the undisputed upper hand.

Drake, at HIS mercy. Flushed and panting and a mess. To hell with undressing, he uses a batarang to cut their remaining underwear OFF. Grabs the lubricants from both their belts.

Has he done this before? No. Even EXPLORED that area? Perhaps. Out of medical curiosity, he assures you. But NOW? Now he NEEDS it. Wants to see Timothy fall APART beneath him. Be completely under HIS control.

So he stretchs himself with clumsy, inexperienced fingers. Rocks and rocks his hips, never enough, but always enough to torment and tease. Fascinated by the way Timothy flushes, shakes, claws desperately at the floor like it will grant him SOME form of control. Damian feels... POWERFUL.

And Tim? Is losing his MIND. What is he DOING? With DAMIAN of all people. He should stop. Needs to stop! But... but, ah, it feels? So GOOD? How is it so GOOD? Hot and rough but not hurting, teasing but not too light. Why the FUCK is he GOOD at this? Why is Tim LETTING him do this?

Yeah it's been a while, and his really horny, but this is-!!! Oh!

And... listen. Tim? Never really... Topped, before. Not that this FEELS like he is. Kon always wanted to put it in, and Tim was cool with whatever. Same with his other partners. So he's never... never...

T-Tight.

Hot and tight, fluttering like a slick vice around the tip of his cock. Slowly rocking and sinking DEEPER. Swallowing him alive. Ripping the air from his lungs. He couldn't be silent if he tried. He's gasping for air. Whining. Shaking as he tries desperately to hold still, to not buck into that amazing heat.

Then Damian's MOVING and he can't shut up. No wonder Kon was obsessed. He's babbling. Anything to make it continue. More. More! Please. God it's so TIGHT. Milking him. Wet and hot and greedy. His hips bucking franticly in the little space he's allowed, to meet the controlled rocking of the body above him.

But! Of course, you cant leave Tim and Damian ALONE too long. That always leads to violence, even if the ARE getting better. So Dick has to check on them, you know? Make sure things are civil. Be that needed buffer.

But? Huh. No shouting? No crashing? Just panting. Did they already tire themselves ou-...? And what should he walk in on? Damian. RIDING Timmy. Gasping and rocking as he takes his pleasure, like Tim was his own personal dildo. Timmy clearly LOSING it. Whimpering and neglected as he's used for pleasure but not givin enough.

It... it should NOT as instantly rock hard hot as it is. Damian and Tim, expressive and needy, where they are usually so closed off and withheld. Panting and moaning, limbs shaking, all but BEGGING to be held tight and...

His eyes drift to Tim spread legs. He's overheard enough conversations to know... Tim likes to TAKE it. He must feel so EMPTY. And, really, Damian's going to get NOWHERE awkwardly bouncing like he is. All he's doing is teasing both of them.

They really do... need someone... to show...them.......

He's undressing before the thought even fully develops. Swiping the actual lube from the bedroom and a pillow. Time to be a good big brother. Teach his baby bros how to REALLY do things.

Tim down right near sobs, when clever, LONG, fingers slide into his body. Expertly avoiding where he really, REALLY wants them. Mean. Please! Ah! But no, they stretch and slick. Rubbing him deep but not where he WANTS. It's almost too much.

And then it IS too much. Thick. Strong thighs and familiar hands, pushing his legs open, dragging him back to be IMPALED. A familiar face hooked over Damian's shoulder, smiling down at him. Dick is-? AH!

Tim's brain feels like it's short circuiting. He's gripping Damian's waist. Lifting him and rocking him down in time with his own movements. Tim cant..can't... too much! Dick is pounding his spots! HE'S pounding Damian's. Who keeps getting so tight, twitching and fluttering, like his trying to rip the orgasm right out of him! They're whining and sobbing and all Dick does is coo that they're doing so GOOD.

Then Tim is FILLING that tight hole above him. Watchs limp and fucked dumb as Damian is pulled off him and finished by Dick. All but squeeling at the sudden increase in thickness and his orgasm is pounded out of him. Tim's not sure he has bones anymore.

He definitely doesn't by morning.

Dick has clearly decided he LOVES their "get along" method. And won't hear anything to the contrary. Is already planning to invite Jason over for "family therapy". Tim blames Damian. Damian blames Tim. Both of their asses are probably bruised and they can't move.

At least the Dick cuddles are nice.

-🐼

tim being squished in the middle of a sandwich where he's getting fucked 🥰🥰🥰🥰!!!!

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #damitim #dicktim

[meyousing]

𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒, 𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝: prompt 18 with illumi "why are you shaking, love? i was only joking."

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: illumi threatens to hurt your loved ones if you refuse to give him what he wants. though it shouldn't have gotten to that point to begin with, should it?

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: mentions of depression, mentions of past kidnapping, nsfw, yandere, non-con/coercion, penetrative sex, implied needle usage, manipulation. all dark content will be below the cut :)

a part two is here! | part three

You sat before the vanity that Illumi had provided upon your request, lacing your fingers through your hair as you observed the dark bags puffed up beneath your eyes. 

It was funny. You had nothing to keep yourself busy in this mansion, nothing to do aside from taking rests or wandering the halls aimlessly, restricted to Illumi’s bedroom and a few spare rooms that were mostly barren. Any “rest” that you were able to get was not restful at all, though. You constantly felt on edge, never knowing when Illumi would come home, or what he would want from you when he did; his “perfect wife.” 

You were fully aware of what Illumi and his family did for work, if the dangerous training room that he had shown you during your first week here wasn’t enough of a clue. You, on the other hand, had only been working a stepping-stone part-time job before Illumi had taken you away. This perplexed you in the moments where you’d try to think of the reason behind your kidnapping; you’d further confuse yourself when asking him about how long until he planned for you to start training, like him and his fellow assassins did, so you could keep up. All he would say was anything along the lines of  “That won’t be necessary.” 

So then what was it? At this point, you thought that Illumi must have chosen you randomly. His entire family was active in their business, yet he didn’t seem interested in involving you any time soon. At dinner, you would prod at your food and keep your head down, remaining silent while everyone else presented their reports for the day; whether the elimination of their target went well, or if it was completed with difficulty and obstacles. This was the only time of day where you would be around Illumi’s family, your interactions brief when they would condescendingly ask you the same thing you had been asking Illumi. He would speak for you then, giving them the same “She won’t be training” response, which would prompt them to leave you alone. (You could still feel Kikyo’s scrutinizing visor trained on your every movement thereafter…like you were her next target). 

Thinking about this only ever amplified your emotions and gave you a migraine. Not only the puzzlement, but the sadness and longing to return to your actual home; the boring day job that you took for granted and the bothersome coworkers who you’d give anything to have come and bother you right now, like old times. You sighed softly, eyes panning down to a blank space on the vanity’s surface as your fingers stilled, becoming lost in your thoughts as you tended to do nowadays when left alone with them for too long. Gentle but firm fingers abruptly wrapped around your shoulder, and you jumped upon seeing Illumi in the mirror behind you. When did he get in here so quickly, and so quietly?

“Y/N? I called your name a few times. Are you feeling alright?”

No, you never felt alright anymore. But you nodded your head anyways, putting your hand over his in false reassurance so he wouldn’t read too much into your inattention.

“It’s time for bed.” he stated plainly, pulling his hand out from under yours and turning his back to you as he strode away. If you actually felt anything genuine for Illumi, the immediate cut in contact would have saddened you, but you simply didn’t care. Instead, you wordlessly followed him to the bed, traipsing over to your side to slip under the covers and face the wall. As you listened to the sound of Illumi switching the lights off, you let your eyes fall closed, glad to be concluding such a boring day. You dreaded the next one to come though, which would surely be the same.

“Y/N.” 

Of course, you couldn’t sleep just yet. 

��Yes?” the word was slightly muffled by your pillow. Your eyes opened disorientedly when Illumi pulled your shoulder down, forcing you to lay on your back. He was upright, and somehow in the darkness of the room you could still see his eyes peering down at you;  piercing through you. A chill slid down your spine at the sight, subtly wracking your body. 

“Have you been feeling excluded?” His head dipped to one side, inquisition evident in his tone. He could always read you; he would know if you were lying, it all depended upon the answer you gave. 

You pulled your body up, seating yourself against the pillows. Was this worth lying about, for the sake of trying to get the conversation over with so you could fall asleep sooner? At the very least, if he didn’t believe you (he wouldn’t), you’d have a short talk, something that would count as some of your only socialization of the day (the week, actually. Those dinner interrogations never counted as socializing to you, and Illumi had been keeping your interactions before bed very curt these last few days). 

“No, I’ve been fine.”

If you blinked, you’d have missed the miniscule shift in his otherwise blank expression. Was it perhaps vexation at your blatant lie? You realized that was not the case when he reached for your hand–affection? He had barely touched you since your arrival here. This was certainly out of place for him, and you did not like where things could be going if this was where he was deciding to start. 

“I know your potential, Y/N.” His thumb rubbed across your knuckles–your breath hitched. “Because of that, I think we can prioritize something else that is much more important than your training.”

You tried to ignore his odd intimacy, forcing yourself to focus on what he was saying instead.

“What could be more important than that?” you shrugged, clueless as to where he was headed. Genuinely…what else was more of a priority  for you right now than training to keep up with those you were surrounded by? 

“Creating an heir.”

Oh. You weren’t sure what to say to this, not knowing the extent of what he meant. Thankfully, he continued before you dwelled on it for too long, though perhaps dwelling would’ve been better than hearing the blunt truth moments later. 

“Training would only hone capabilities that you already have, and that would waste time in the grand scheme. It’s better to ensure that we produce a child who will inherit our capabilities as soon as possible, to start them early.” 

You blinked then, like a clueless student listening to their master who could ramble on about some topic that was generally lost on others. You wished that what he was saying was lost on you, but you understood exactly what he meant. What you hadn’t expected to happen next was the swiftness as he moved to hover above you, his lengthy hair falling to one side of his body like a curtain, shielding you from the muted moonlight that shone through the window. Instinctively you shoved your hands into his chest (which did nothing, his body was too solid to be moved by someone with your strength), trying to create distance after such brazen words had been spoken. Did he want to do all of that now? You certainly didn’t want to!

“I-I’d like to go to bed” you mumbled shakily, your fingers curling into weak fists as your efforts to push him away were becoming more and more futile. He grabbed your hands with one of his own, pressing them back down against your own chest.

“I’ve waited long enough for this” he uttered, not even allowing you a second to react before he leaned down, kissing you harshly; his hunger evident in the force of his motions. Your breath hitched once again, but now his smothering made it so that you couldn’t breathe at all. Your heart began to race, and you tore yourself away from him by desperately whipping your head to the side, gasping in as much air as you could once freed. Given the uncharacteristic brashness Illumi had exhibited up to this point, you fully expected him to grab you by the face or your neck, enforcing eye contact so he could continue what he was doing before. But he didn’t, he allowed you to regain your breath, simply observing as you did. 

When you seemed to have calmed back down, he advanced again–slower this time–releasing your hands in favour of placing his on either side of your head. You still weren’t reciprocating, sinking as far away into the mattress as you possibly could while he proceeded. He could see what you were doing, and he actually let out a huff, displaying his annoyance clear as day.

“What makes you think that you can disobey me?” 

Uh, everything? You didn’t ask for any of what he had done for you thus far. Kidnapping you, now trying to have a child with you. You had only been in the mansion for a few weeks, and this was where he decided to take things so soon? You didn’t even want to be here, you wanted to be with your real family! It was as if he could read your mind, because his next words made your blood run cold.

“If you continue to disobey, I’ll kill your other family.”

Your eyes widened as what he said truly sunk in. There was no way he wasn’t being serious, he never had sympathy to spare those he was hired to kill–why would he care about your relatives? The thought of him going after them, for such a stupid reason, made you submit immediately. 

“I’m sorry” you whispered, voice cracking softly as tears brimmed your lashes. 

“That’s better” he said simply, letting minimal time pass as he reached beneath your nightgown to tug your panties off. The sudden exposure made you whimper, anxiety flooding your veins as he removed his own pants and undergarments in record time. You tried to calm yourself down and avoid the inevitable, counting the seconds of each breath you took. 

You had not expected Illumi to push his cock into you immediately without any kind of warning, so when this happened you lost count entirely. You cried as your hands automatically flew up to grip his back, fingernails digging into his porcelain skin in some sort of attempt to alleviate the burning pain in your lower body. With the lack of prep on your part, you were shocked to look down and see that this one thrust was enough for him to be pushed inside of you to the hilt. You felt so full, he was surely in your guts. Your body began to tremble (whether this was from the pain or from fear, you couldn’t tell), and Illumi made no efforts to console you as he pulled out, pausing for maybe a second before pushing back in. You cried out once more, and Illumi let out a sigh.

“You need to relax. You’re making this more difficult than it needs to be.” He brought his thumb down and pressed it into your clit, keeping his cock buried in you as he gave shorter, slower thrusts. His thumb moved in tandem, rubbing firm circles against your bud as the tip of his cock rocked into your cervix. It still hurt, each thrust made you whimper and hold onto the sheets beneath you for support, but he continued to do this until your muscles started to loosen. Whether he was just able to tell that you were starting to relax, or if your muscles were wound so tensely that he could feel them softening, you didn’t know. But when the searing pain below started to dissipate into something more tingly, more pleasurable, Illumi’s thrusts maintained their slower pace, but he began fucking into you a bit harder, more earnestly. Each press drove you deeper into the mattress, your whimpers transforming into desperate moans as delectation replaced the dread that once filled your veins. 

Illumi’s hands found yours as he continued this way, but the sudden hold surprised you and had you clenching around him, causing his hips to stutter for a moment. 

“It’s good that you’re enjoying yourself now,” he respired, his tone almost the same as usual if not for the newfound breathy quality to it. “I’d like you to come for me soon, I’m getting close as well.” 

He sped up his pace then, gripping your hands tighter and still pounding into you as strongly as before, though with the quick succession of his movements you felt your orgasm creeping up much faster than you had anticipated. His expectation for you to come was something that you felt was not going to happen so soon, since it was taking you so long to warm up to his advances. Yet the changes of his motions seemed to have struck something inside of your core, making you whine his name yearningly as a knot of rapture wound up within your abdomen. 

He squeezed your hands hard, suddenly shoving himself into you as deeply as he could, stilling for a moment. When he did, your vision went white and your body froze as you felt a sharp, pricking pain in the back of your head. It lasted for only a second, because once that second passed, you came instantly, the only feeling you could register now being the burning-hot satisfaction from releasing the tension your orgasm had built up. You had forgotten about that piercing ache as soon as you felt it, your mind only repeating a mantra of telling yourself to “let go,” which had helped your climax along. Illumi came at the same time as you, and you hadn’t even noticed how he released inside; massaging his cum deeply into your womb with sensual rolls of his hips. 

He allowed himself to press down on top of you as his motions ceased and he came back from his high, his hot chest burning through the material of both your clothes, warm against your breasts. Your skin was oddly cold following such a physical activity, and rather than experiencing a pleasant euphoria following your orgasm, you felt… amnesic. And dizzy. Your body began to tremble from all of the unpleasant feelings, and Illumi caught on quickly. He lifted himself up, peering down at you inquisitively. 

“Why are you shaking, Y/N? I was only joking. Your relatives are safe, I wouldn’t do that to you. But your behaviour will need some work, you were being unruly. Go to sleep for now, we will talk more about our heir in the morning.” He then pulled his softened cock out of you, moving to lay back down and turning to face away from you. 

Oh… had he threatened something against your family before? You couldn’t recall, but at least he wasn’t being serious about it. You watched as he distanced himself from you (you could have sworn there was a trace of a smirk on his lips as he did), feeling empty inside. Empty, except for one feeling; subservient.  

“Okay. Goodnight” you whispered, rolling onto your own side of the bed and finally falling asleep for the night, excited to get rested up for whatever events had been planned for the next day; another day in your utopic life alongside your beloved husband Illumi. 

© meyousing 2023. do not share/export my work on to any other platforms. do not translate my work. 

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[spookytragedyshark]

Jason Todd and The Ghost Zone

Danny just wanted to have time to be a kid. Ironically the closest he could act like a real kid was in the zone now. So, when he looks like a teen everyone respects it and gives him his space, but it is not the same. There is no one like him.

Now Ghosts know he is their king instinctually, so they cannot treat him like a kid not truly. However, the child ghost Infront of him who looks to be a few years younger is deafeningly out of touch with instinct and Danny can see why. He is absolutely covered in scars and seemingly unaware crying for his dad, Bruce. The kid is covered in what Danny can only descried as rotten ectoplasm.

Grabbing the kid Danny rushes to his ghostly home and summons for anyone who might know what to do. As it turns out the "scars" were wounds that the boy died with. Danny feels sick noting all of them. There are whispers among the ghosts before one steps forward.

"The corruption will be purged over time as long as he remines in the zone, but it will be more affective to stay with you as you are the very start of the zone."

Holding the boy helps a little bit but it takes days before he stops wailing and almost a week and a half before he is awareish.

The first thing the boy asks for is to see his dad. Danny is not sure if the boy is actually awake or not. "I promise as soon as you are healthy enough I'll look into finding your dad."

Through some misunderstandings Jason comes to believe Danny is a servant of the king of the ghost zone and has been lent kingly power to help in situations like his because "why would a king have time to deal with someone like me?" Danny almost corrects him but instead decides this is his chance to have a friend.

Danny trains him to use his powers and learns about who killed him. This joker must be sending off the corruption in waves. Ironically with corruption ingrained like that the man cannot die or be brought to the ghost zone. Danny explains everything to the boy and how often people change names after dying. So Jay has mostly healed, has control of his powers, and knows his obsession.

At first Jay hates it because rebirth and second chances really? How could he forgive the joker? Danny sits beside him "That man has had more than a few second chances you should not feel bad for not giving him another." The being that is the joker might not even be in his original body they discover. Danny knows that he will have to do something about all this but Jay needs him first and foremost and there is little he can do other than clean up the after math.

Jay does not tell him about being Rodin or how he died. He feels fiercely guarded on those things. Danny explains that it is normal to feel that way and that he only needs certain details to help him and to go to the right dimension and time period to see his dad and brother. Jay freaks out about the multiverse for a bit.

When Jay is recovered enough Danny brings him to his funeral. Jay sees them morn for him. They stay there well after the funeral..

Long enough to see Tim climb down from a tree and place flowers on his grave..

Jay asks Danny if he would also like to visit his own grave. Jay knows how important they are to ghosts. Proof they were alive and that they meant something.

"I do not have one. No one really knew or at least accepted I died. We sould look after your family for a bit something does not feel right" Jay would have cried at that but he had been crying the whole time anyway. He could not make himself visible not now at least. Danny said once that there was a possibility after he was completely healed.

Jay convinces Danny not to fallow any of the secret passages. Danny agrees to respect their privacy since they clearly are not evil. Jay panics and says that Bruce is Batmans sugar daddy and that his brother is dating nightwing. Danny just mumbles something about fruitloops. "You are well enough to say on your own for a bit. I'm going to go investigate the corruption do under any circumstances leave Gotham and always be back in the mansion by day light."

This becomes their normal every days they come to Gotham. Danny finds the voice of Gotham when looking for the source of corruption.

"you have greatly helped one of my knights. You my child will always be welcome here. What are you searching for?"

It is from Lady Gotham that Danny learns of the artificial ectoplasm. He destroys the artificial ectoplasm corruption from Arkham and immediately the patents get better little by little but the joker is not there so he can not stop him yet.

Jay sees Tim force his way into Bruce's heart. Jay sees how Tim views himself and wants to tear his hair out. Of course, he gets a baby brother, and his own death is what messes up Bruce's communication skills this time. Jay follows Tim home a few times and honest to God thinks Tim is an orphan for a few months because who leave anyone unattended that long.

"Danny I know there is no way for me to interact with the human world but is there someone, maybe the king who can?"

After Jay breaks down and explains the situation. "He checks their flight records to know if they are coming home and they never are." Danny sighs because explaining he is only half dead and kinda abandoned his home reality because of the government is not something he wants to do. but that's how all the cameras in the bat cave stopped working and Batman found his computer open to the Drakes flight records. Tim was adopted and Jay was almost ready to let go of his human life. Danny was so proud.

Then Jason was thrown in the pit literally ripped away from Danny. It was agonizing to be filled with corruption after almost being completely healed. Then there was his body always filled with rage. Then the old man and the ticktack that tried to convince him he was not avenged and to turn on his family. He saw what nightwing did to the joker. The joker was alive somewhere but had also been killed at lest twice since his death. The only reason he stayed and pretended to go along with it was to see if Danny would find him and get information on the artificial ectoplasm corruption in liquid form. Then there was their heir. He looked like Bruce. It took a while, but he found out yeah that kid was his brother. He slowly drove the kid away form the mindset that they put in him. He told the kid about the constant rage.

Then one night him and Damian disappeared.

Danny was livid. Jay was in pain. he saw what it was doing to him as it was ripping him from the ghost zone. Jason Todds grave was empty and Lady Gotham could not give him much information. Danny searched the planet, but he found more pits as they called them, and it was overwhelming even if they were thousands of years old. So when redhood and demon make it to Gotham and start taking out multimer offenders Danny does not find out till he feels a pull. In Wayne cemetery were Jason Todds grave used to be. They are holding a funeral for Danny Fenton.

The relief is Immedient because there is Jay, but then there's the flowers and acknowledgement. He did not even know he wanted a grave that much, but here he is so overwhelmed by his emotions. He accidently changes into human form and is crying. Jason older now the same age as Danny hugs him. Why is the 10-year-old glowing green...

Bonus:

Jason breaks into Titans tower.

"You are coming with me"

"why would i do that"

Jasion puts phone on speaker

"Come with me or the kid gets it!"

Damien in the tiny scared kid voice Jason helped him perfect

"Help me Help me Mr Robin"

Jason carries Tim like a sack of potatoes back to Gotham and throws him on the couch beside a chilling demon.

"were is the kid" He says

Damien giggles "Help me Help me Mr Robin'

"I thought you were a tiny adult what the hell"

"Nah he like 10 and its movie night. I assume you hit your sos botten so dick and Bruce and maybe Barbra should be here soon. Damian is picking out the movie first then you and then me and so forth so on." Jason takes off his helment and Gets a snack plater from the kitchen.

"Big bro do not hand Jay anything during the movie mk cuz the pit takes over if he gets emotional and just look at that" Damian points the corner with at least 12 TVs impaled by increasingly strange objects. "we have extras but the last one was the old care bears and he got to sentimental."

Bonus Bonus:

every bat ever to Damian "NO KILLING UNTILL YOU ARE 18"D

Damian never actual takes up being an assassin again.

#danny phantom #batpham #dp x dc fic #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc fanfic #batkids #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake #robin damian