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Bye y’all!
I’ve decided I’m shifting out of here tonight. I won’t be updating anymore.
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Idk if anyone else thinks this too but I'm pretty sure that those random ideas you get for your dr aren't actually just random ideas, it's you accidentally channeling your dr self without even knowing you're doing it. that one really specific scenario that randomly popped into your head? That actually happened in your dr and you just remembered it. I have so many scenarios, quotes and little quirks that I scripted about people in my dr but they're so specific and they came to me out of nowhere and I could not have made half of those up by myself
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𝟐𝟓 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒. ❆ ⋆⁺₊❅ .



a series of questions for the days leading up to christmas for shifters!! Some of these questions are Christmas specific and others aren’t, feel free to answer what you want and how you want, ex. moodboards, short answers, longs answers. And if you’d like, you can reblog so it reaches more shifters. Merry Christmas and Happy Shifting :) post tags are #shiftmas #shiftmas2024 tagged: @arishifter
⌗ 𝟏. christmas caroling ; What are a few songs that remind you of your dr? Why?
⌗ 𝟐. gingerbread houses ; What does your house look like in your dr? Who do you live with? What is your favorite aspect of your house?
⌗ 𝟑. eggnog ; What is some drama going on in your dr?
⌗ 𝟒. sledding ; What does a hang out with you friend group look like? Where do you go? Who is your friend group?
⌗ 𝟓. snowman ; What is your OOTD? (outfit of the day)
⌗ 𝟔. stockings ; What is your family like? What are your relationships with different members? Any extended family? Who is visiting for Christmas?
⌗ 𝟕. candy canes ; What gives you dr euphoria? (like gender euphoria but for your dr…)
⌗ 𝟖. mistletoe ; Who is your s/o? What is your dynamic and how do you spend time together? Are you two doing something special for the holiday?
⌗ 𝟗. snowflakes ; What are some headcannons you have about people in your dr?
⌗ 𝟏𝟎. icicles ; What is your occupation in your dr? Your coworkers? (Or if student, your classmates?) What is your favorite and least favorite aspect of your occupation?
⌗ 𝟏𝟏. tree skirt ; How did you find out about shifting? What was your first dr and what is your main dr now?
⌗ 𝟏𝟐. ornaments ; What are some objects you have in your dr that you don’t in your cr? Why do you have them in your dr?
⌗ 𝟏𝟑. sleigh bells ; Are there any priveleges you have in your dr that you don’t in your cr? What are they?
⌗ 𝟏𝟒. cookie cutters ; What are some smells that remind you of your dr? Why?
⌗ 𝟏𝟓. elf on the shelf ; who is your main wingman/women/person? What is your dynamic? What do you guys do when you hang out?
⌗ 𝟏𝟔. wrapping paper ; What is your favorite way to script? Why is it your favorite way?
⌗ 𝟏𝟕. gift tags ; What is your camera roll like in your dr? (photos or just describe it)
⌗ 𝟏𝟖. snowballs ; What is a silly scenario you are looking forward to in your dr?
⌗ 𝟏𝟗. mittens ; What are your hobbies in your dr? How do you usually spend your down time?
⌗ 𝟐𝟎. ice skates ; What is your ideal date in your dr? (friends or s/o)
⌗ 𝟐𝟏. coal ; What is something unpleasant you have/have to experience in your dr? Why are you not looking forward to it?
⌗ 𝟐𝟐. tinsel ; What is something fun or random you have scripted? (ex. Thundersnow is more common, you have a ring that allows you to read minds, you have good luck with thrifting, you’re good at gambling.)
⌗ 𝟐𝟑. fir tree ; What are some traditions you have in your dr but not your cr? Why?
⌗ 𝟐𝟒. hot cocoa ; put together a moodboard of your dr or you in your dr
⌗ 𝟐𝟓. christmas ; How are you spending your christmas? Who with? What might be some gifts you are giving and to who?
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would anyone be interested in participating in a “shiftmas 2024” it would be 25 shifting relating questions/script prompts for the month of December up until Christmas
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Girl this is so embarrassing because I don’t even want him anymore- why was I so cray-cray
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HE TEXTED ME.
FOUR YEARS NO CONTACT IS NOTHING COMPARED TO THE POWER OF THE LAW OF ASSUMPTION
I AM SO HYPEDDDD
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Jason Says No
by Meowmix21 Tim comes to Jason almost starving, sleep deprived and paronoid after the older bats started using sleeping meds on him without his consent. After tucking Tim in Jason goes to talk with them to make his opinion known. Words: 1182, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 69 of Meowmix's Red Hood Works Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain Additional Tags: Tim Drake is Robin (DCU), Jason Todd is Red Hood, Past, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Sleep Deprivation, Starvation, Enabler Alfred Pennyworth, Bad Parent Bruce Wayne, Bad Sibling Dick Grayson, Good Sibling Jason Todd via https://ift.tt/NKQnBYo
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Wayne Family Adventures isn't fanon it's a separate canon
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I know Jason was dead-set on revenge and sticking it to Batman in UTRH but now I’m making myself sad thinking about a Jason who finally sees Bruce as Batman again after so many years, and he sees Nightwing and another Robin but he can’t hear them. For the first time ever, he’s not on their comm frequency. He’s locked out of Bruce’s quiet field orders and status checks. He can see Bruce but he can’t hear him. All he gets is the mask.
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Your hand moves lazily across Jason’s taut back, tracing circles over the muscles that coil like overstretched ropes, each slight movement sending waves of tension rippling through his form.
A persistent throb pulses at the base of Jason’s neck, radiating outward into his shoulders like an invisible weight, pressing down with every breath he takes. Your fingers gently untangle the knots, gliding upward from his spine to the sensitive curve of his neck.
“Why are we even doing this?” He mumbles into the pillow, his voice muffled by the fabric.
You hum above him, your palms moving with a practiced grace over his shoulders. “You need rest, baby—and this is the only way I can get you to listen.”
He snorts, his voice low. “So bossy.”
“Shush. Enjoy it,” you tease, a quiet smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
Jason melts under your touch, his body surrendering to the soothing rhythm of your hands. You work his muscles like a familiar melody, your palms spreading the oil across the expanse of his scarred back. The liquid flows like golden rivers, tracing the crooked contours of his body.
His eyelids flutter, heavy with the weight of sleep, as your fingers weave deeper into his back. The softness of your touch, the warmth of your palms, drapes over him like a gentle cocoon, lulling him toward a peace he hasn’t known in weeks.
Your fingers land on a knot in his back, and with a subtle pressure, it unravels—like a tightly wound coil snapping free. Jason exhales in a soft rush, the sound of relief music to your ears.
“You sound heavenly under me,” you murmur teasingly, your voice low as you hover near his ear.
“Shut up,” he groans, burying his flushed face into the ivory pillow, his embarrassment hidden beneath the soft fabric.
“Look who’s blushing. Do I make you nervous, baby?” You can’t hide the smirk in your voice, amusement dancing in every word.
In response, he swats your bare thigh.
“Hey!” You squeak, surprised, but then give in with a playful surrender. “M'kay, fine. No more teasing.”
Jason hums, a small, content sound, his hand reaching back to gently squeeze your thigh, a quiet reassurance.
“Wanna try a different oil next? Or maybe body butter?” You murmur, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his skin.
He doesn’t answer, and you pull your thoughts away from his warmth, noticing how deeply his features have softened as he drifts further into slumber.
He’s asleep. The realization brings a quiet smile to your lips, and you lean down to press a soft, chaste kiss to his forehead. Laying down beside him, you let the embrace of sleep pull you in as well, your mind quieting in the peace you’ve both found in this moment.
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shares part of my angsty fic with no context
Bruce didn't give a speech at his parents funeral. Alfred had offered it to him, crouched at the threshold of his parents wardrobe, peering through the trousers and dresses and long coats Bruce had hidden himself in.
In those days Bruce often hid in his parents wardrobe. He'd been a people-shy child, had often spent dinners and events hidden in his mothers skirts or clutching his fathers pant leg. Martha used to gently tug his hair, tell him to 'go say hello bumblebee' and always welcomed him back to the shelter of her skirts with a laugh and a cloud of rich perfume. Thomas used to haul him up by his jacket, tuck him under his arm like a football and gently squish him until Bruce was laughing too hard to be shy.
Years later Bruce will remember the texture of his fathers favourite dress pants clenched under his hands better than the sound of his fathers voice.
So Bruce hides in the wardrobe, pretending that it's just another boring dinner and he's safe in the shadow between his parents.
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some books we know jason has canonically read:
the entire works of jane austen, especially pride and prejudice (his fav so far as we can tell)
the works of alexander dumas
the works of sir arthur conan doyle
hamlet by william shakespeare
richard iii by william shakespeare
1984 by george orwell
little women by louisa may alcott
the prince by machiavelli
fight club by chuck palahniuk
the art of war by sun tzu
these are just the real ones btw; he’s also read at least 2 self-help books, some entirely fictional series, books on japanese history, the napoleonic wars, and 19th century england, and in-universe superman comics.

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Jason Todd with sharp canines that he accidentally nips you with all the time. At some point you kinda just have to shove your hand in his mouth to take a look and find out what the fuck he has in there that could possibly be doing this shit. He just sort of lets you without question and complains in muffled gibberish around your hand.
He does apologize profusely every time he knicks you though (and depending on what he was trying to do, he’ll lick or kiss it better). Unfortunately he refuses to do it on purpose.
But if you distract him enough with your hands tugging on the roots of his hair while he’s trying to leave a hickey… let’s just say he has a hard time focusing on being careful.
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