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pixxievomit · 5 months ago

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† the gentle art of cat-like courtship : tim.

♦ request: not really, just fighting burnout ♦ beta’d: nope ♦ a/n: this whole set is taken from an oc background - if y'all want that background, i can post it as a like.. adoptible oc type deal, so it's easier to imagine as reader. tiny bit of info under the cut, just for context.

+ reader is from a different earth and was brought back to life via lazarus pit after some nefarious bs. she has no memories at all but still has trained instinct. jason finds her and takes her in, attempting to help and all that. anyway- moving on. ( the oc is a she/her - i did do my best to make it gn otl if there are spots fucked up --- welp. )

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jason had grown used to your presence in his life. months had passed since he first found you; months filled with quiet companionship, late-night sparring sessions, and countless hours of sitting in comfortable silence, watching as you thumbed thoughtfully through the books he'd bring home. neither of you had anticipated it but you'd somehow slipped effortlessly into his routine, as if you'd always belonged there. even without memories, even without a past to anchor you, you'd carved a comfortable place in jason's life.

but tonight, something felt different. off, somehow.

he stood quietly at the kitchen counter, arms folded loosely over his chest, watching you carefully as you sat curled up at the far end of the couch. your legs were pulled beneath you, your eyes unfocused and fixed vaguely on the page in front of you. you'd been like this for days - distant, distracted, withdrawn - and jason had been patient, waiting for you to talk to him first. but clearly, that wasn't going to happen tonight.

finally breaking the silence, jason set his coffee mug down gently and fixed you with a pointed stare. "alright," he said slowly, his voice cautious but firm, "what's up?"

your gaze snapped up to meet his, startled as if he'd jolted you from deep thought. "what?"

"you heard me," jason said, folding his arms as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "you've been acting weird all day. hell, you've been off all week. you're either mad about something or you're thinking way too hard. either way, i need to know if i should be worried."

you hesitated, fingers tightening instinctively around the edges of your book. silence fell again, thick and heavy between you, and jason felt the subtle shift in the air; the quiet tension he'd learned to recognize in you whenever something serious was on your mind.

"come on," he prompted gently, voice losing its playful edge. "talk to me."

at last, after what felt like an eternity, you exhaled softly and closed the book. your fingers traced nervously over the cover as you set it aside, your eyes drifting downward. it was clear you were trying to find the words, and jason gave you the space, patient even though he was dying of curiosity.

"i think…" you began slowly, your voice so quiet jason nearly had to lean forward to catch it. "i think i might like one of them."

jason blinked slowly, trying to parse what you'd just said. "wait, like - what?"

you drew a shaky breath, clearly uncomfortable with this admission. "i think i might have a crush," you clarified quietly.

jason stared at you, completely frozen. of all the things he'd imagined you saying, this had honestly never even crossed his mind. he'd prepared himself for just about anything - flashbacks, doubts about your past, questions about your place here - but never this. not you, of all people, quietly admitting to developing feelings for one of his idiot brothers.

his mouth opened and closed once, twice, before he managed a coherent response. "i…wait, what?"

you looked down quickly, embarrassment flooding your expression. "it's not that big of a deal."

jason's brain, however, was vehemently disagreeing. "not a big deal?" he repeated incredulously, running a hand through his hair and pacing a few steps across the room. "are you kidding me? you.. you barely even talk to people! you still avoid using their names half the time. forgive me if this is a bit of a shock."

your brows knitted together defensively, your posture tensing. "i'm working on it," you muttered, clearly displeased with his reaction.

he stopped pacing and turned back toward you with an exaggerated sigh, raising both hands in a placating gesture. "okay, fine. fine. you're right, you're working on it. whatever. but seriously, who is it?"

again you hesitated, clearly conflicted. the anxiety radiating from you was almost palpable, and jason felt the beginnings of dread clawing at his chest. he narrowed his eyes suspiciously, bracing himself for the worst.

"oh god," he muttered, watching you carefully. "i'm going to hate this, aren't i?"

you sighed deeply, resigned. "probably."

jason let out a dramatic groan and slumped onto the couch beside you, tilting his head back against the cushions and staring up at the ceiling. "please," he pleaded softly, "please tell me it's not damian. i swear to god, if it's damian-"

you snorted despite yourself, breaking the tension just a little. "no, it's definitely not damian."

jason visibly relaxed, his entire body slumping back into the cushions with relief. "oh, thank god," he breathed, pressing a hand dramatically over his heart. "kid's already territorial enough. i don't need him acting like a jealous guard dog."

but your silence lingered, heavy and telling, and jason tensed again, realization dawning across his face. his gaze turned sharp and searching, his tone cautious but resigned. "it's one of them, though, isn't it? it's definitely one of my dumbass brothers."

you didn't respond, your face heating rapidly as you avoided his eyes. jason groaned loudly, dramatically flopping backward onto the couch and covering his face with both hands.

"this is actually the worst thing that could have happened to me," he lamented, voice muffled through his fingers. "i finally got used to you being this mysterious, cryptic little stray, and now i have to come to terms with the fact that you've gone and developed a crush on one of them."

"you're being dramatic," you muttered, trying not to smile.

jason removed his hands just long enough to shoot you a wounded look. "yes. yes, i am being dramatic. because i just got comfortable with you existing quietly and broodingly in my space and now i have to deal with feelings? and crushes? it's too much."

"you act like i planned this," you replied defensively.

jason groaned again, finally sitting up and shaking his head. he gave you a sidelong glance, resigned but determined. "okay, fine. let's just rip the band-aid off. which one is it?"

you looked at him cautiously, biting the inside of your cheek. his expression shifted slowly from confusion to realization, and then finally, to absolute horror.

"oh my god," he whispered, voice filled with disbelief. "it's tim, isn't it?"

your cheeks flared hot, and you immediately looked away. jason burst out laughing again, though this time it was equal parts disbelief and astonishment. "tim? seriously? of all my brothers - wait, of all the people in gotham - you chose tim?"

"shut up!" you groaned, half-heartedly pushing at his shoulder. jason dodged easily, still wheezing with laughter.

"i just don't understand how this happened!" he gasped out between fits of laughter. "what was it? did he ramble about some obscure computer software or historical trivia? did you imprint on him like some kind of baby duck?"

you buried your face back into your hands, regretting every life choice you'd ever made. "i hate you," you muttered miserably.

oh, it wasn't even close to over.

jason was still laughing, though - so hard, in fact, that his sides had begun to ache, and tears stung the corners of his eyes. he'd never expected this day to come, not in a million years, and certainly not under these circumstances. of all the revelations, of all the possibilities, this was the very last thing he'd imagined happening. he had been ready for anything else: resurfaced trauma, existential crises, maybe even your sudden decision to abandon the vigilante life. but this? this took the cake.

"you-" he paused, wheezing as he struggled to catch his breath, "oh, god, please tell me you're messing with me, because i cannot wait to see his face when he finds out."

he expected some sort of sarcastic retort - at worst, perhaps, you'd throw a cushion at his head, or at best, you'd roll your eyes and threaten his life. that was your way, after all; stoic, quiet, but certainly never passive when provoked. instead, the silence stretched on for longer than felt comfortable, and when jason finally regained his composure enough to glance your way, he froze.

you weren't laughing. you weren't even glaring at him with mild annoyance or irritation. your face was hidden behind your palms, shoulders drawn tight, the entire curve of your spine rigid with tension. the atmosphere shifted instantly from playful teasing to something deeper, something more serious. he could practically feel the anxiety radiating off you in waves and suddenly, all amusement drained away, replaced swiftly by concern.

"hey, wait," he said softly, lowering his voice into something careful and gentle as he shifted closer. he tried to get a better look at your face, tried to read you as carefully as he had learned to over these past few months, but you refused to lift your head. "hey. come on, look at me. what's wrong?"

you swallowed hard, your throat tightening painfully as you shook your head. "i'm sorry," you whispered, your voice barely audible, barely there, as though speaking louder might make it all somehow worse. "i shouldn't have said anything."

jason blinked in confusion, caught off guard by your sudden and unexpected remorse. this wasn't at all what he'd intended. "wait, wait - sorry?" he asked incredulously. "for what? what do you have to be sorry about?"

your fingers curled tightly into fists, knuckles turning white as they twisted into the fabric of your sweater. the silence stretched painfully between you again, heavy and suffocating, until finally you spoke, your voice trembling and uncertain. "i just.. i don't know. is it bad? did i.. did i mess things up?"

jason's chest tightened painfully at the vulnerability in your tone. it was suddenly clear to him just how deeply this was affecting you. to him, it had seemed hilarious, harmless - just a silly crush, something to tease you mercilessly about, something to hold over your head for years to come. but to you, it was serious. it was real. it was terrifying.

"you really think liking tim is something to apologize for?" jason asked gently, shifting closer until he could rest his arm lightly against yours. his voice had completely lost its earlier teasing lilt, replaced entirely by genuine concern and compassion. "look, i was just messing around. i was laughing because, well - because that's what brothers do. i never meant to make you feel like you'd done something wrong."

when you finally lifted your gaze, your eyes were wide and filled with a raw uncertainty that made jason's heart twist sharply. you drew a shaky breath, visibly struggling to keep your voice steady. "it just feels…weird," you admitted, your eyes flickering away quickly, as if afraid you'd see judgment reflected back at you. "he's a sarcastic asshole, and sometimes he's frustrating. but he's kind of sweet. and he remembers my favorite snacks.. he remembers my coffee order, even though i never told him. he just knew, somehow, and that means something. it means something to me."

jason sat quietly beside you, absorbing your words as he felt the weight of their meaning settle over him. he'd been so busy teasing you, so absorbed in the shock and humor of the situation, that he hadn't stopped to consider how deeply you must feel. you'd spent months without memories, months without an identity of your own, desperately searching for anything real and tangible to hold onto and now here it was, your first genuine connection, your first real feeling. of course it terrified you.

he let out a long, slow breath, reaching over carefully to nudge your knee with his own until you finally looked back at him again. "listen," he began softly, "is it weird? yeah, okay, sure.. it's definitely a little weird. i mean, it's tim. but liking someone - especially someone who treats you well and makes you happy? there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. you deserve to have something good, especially after everything you've been through."

your shoulders visibly relaxed at his words, tension slowly melting from your frame as though you'd finally been granted permission to breathe. jason saw the subtle shift, the relief washing through you as you absorbed the sincerity in his reassurance, and he felt the heaviness in his own chest ease slightly.

"besides," jason continued after a moment, his tone carefully shifting back toward the lighter side to ease the last lingering discomfort, "if he ever screws up or hurts you, even a little, you know i'll kick his ass, right? no hesitation. brotherly duties and all."

the tension shattered abruptly as a small, genuine laugh escaped you, soft but unmistakably real. your hand came up quickly, brushing away the lingering moisture at the corners of your eyes as you shook your head in mild amusement. "i still hate you, jason," you muttered, though the warmth in your voice betrayed the lie.

he grinned widely, looping an affectionate arm around your shoulders and squeezing gently. "nah," he retorted easily, leaning back comfortably against the couch, "you love me."

you didn't bother to argue this time, just smiled faintly and shook your head, exasperation warring with reluctant affection in your gaze. jason chuckled quietly, satisfied. he knew, deep down, he'd never tire of this—never tire of being the annoying, protective big brother you'd never known you needed.

and judging by the tiny, barely-there smile that lingered at the corners of your lips, you felt exactly the same way.

tim drake was genuinely confused.

you had been acting strange lately, though admittedly, "strange" was a relative term. it wasn't as if you were usually predictable - far from it - but lately your behavior had taken an unexpected turn, one he couldn't quite figure out how to interpret.

you weren't doing anything wrong or unpleasant; just something…out of character.

first, there was the hovering. tim noticed it subtly at first, because you'd never exactly been the type to actively seek out company. normally, you preferred your solitude, keeping to yourself and rarely initiating interactions. but lately, he'd find you sitting nearby whenever he worked at the batcomputer. you'd position yourself at an adjacent console, your presence quiet yet undeniably there, a silent comfort that he'd grown accustomed to without even realizing it. even getting coffee had changed. now he'd glance up from the counter to find you standing there quietly, as if you'd materialized from nowhere, comfortably existing in his orbit.

then there were the touches. small gestures, innocent enough to overlook at first: a gentle bump of your shoulder against his as you passed him in the hallways, the soft brush of your knee against his when you sat beside him. each time was brief, subtle, almost accidental - except tim was too observant not to notice the frequency and consistency of these small acts. they happened far too often now to simply dismiss as chance.

but it was the snack that truly threw him off.

it wasn't even the snack itself, really. people brought each other food all the time. it was the way you had dropped it so abruptly in front of him, eyes downcast, before promptly retreating without a single word. the entire exchange had felt oddly meaningful, as if you were trying to communicate something tim was too oblivious to catch. he'd stared at the snack - a bag of his favorite chips, no less - and felt utterly lost.

finally admitting that he was completely out of his depth, tim had sought out the one person who might offer clarity: dick grayson. dick always seemed to understand these sorts of things instinctively. relationships, social cues, the complexities of people; dick was good at it all. if anyone could translate your behavior into something tim could grasp, it would be him.

he'd found dick lounging on the couch at the manor, scrolling lazily through his phone. when tim had awkwardly described your recent behavior, carefully trying not to sound too confused or desperate for answers, dick had initially just stared at him blankly. then, as realization slowly crept across dick's face, he'd broken into an enormous grin.

"oh my god," dick muttered, eyes sparkling with sudden amusement. "y/n's a cat."

tim blinked, utterly bewildered. "…what?"

dick burst into laughter, loud enough to echo through the room. "no, seriously," he said between chuckles, clearly delighted by this revelation. "they're literally acting like a cat!"

tim frowned, trying to puzzle out what exactly dick meant by that. "wait - hold on. what does that even mean?"

dick's grin widened impossibly further, and he threw an affectionate arm around tim's shoulders, squeezing tightly. "buddy," he said warmly, voice thick with amusement, "they like you."

tim froze completely, eyes widening, his thoughts spinning rapidly in circles as he tried to process what dick had just casually tossed out into the air. "they.. wait, what?"

dick laughed again, giving tim's shoulder an affectionate shake. "come on, tim, think about it! they're hovering around you, nudging you for attention, bringing you gifts," he said, ticking off each point dramatically on his fingers, clearly enjoying tim's growing embarrassment and dawning realization. "they're basically courting you like a stray cat!"

tim stared straight ahead, suddenly remembering every small moment; the soft brushes of your shoulder, the silent comfort of your presence, and the snack left pointedly before him like an offering. slowly, the pieces clicked into place, each subtle action suddenly infused with clear meaning.

oh.

he'd never even realized you were capable of expressing yourself in such quietly affectionate ways. and now that he understood, now that the implications were becoming painfully clear, he felt his cheeks warming dramatically, his pulse quickening as his heart raced.

dick must have caught the look on his face, because he erupted into fresh peals of laughter, patting tim's shoulder sympathetically. "oh man, you're completely gone for them, aren't you?"

tim opened his mouth to protest, but the words died instantly on his tongue. instead, he simply stood there in stunned silence, the truth hitting him like a ton of bricks. he swallowed, trying - and failing - to calm the rapid fluttering in his chest.

because dick, annoyingly, was absolutely right.

the next day was nothing short of torture for tim drake. you, of course, were acting completely normal - normal by your standards, at least. that meant quiet, thoughtful, and unmistakably cat-like. you moved through the batcave with your usual quiet confidence, seemingly oblivious to the internal meltdown you'd inadvertently caused.

but tim? tim was absolutely losing his mind.

now that dick had so kindly pointed out your subtle affections - your feline gestures, your quiet offerings, and your gentle nudges - tim couldn't help but notice every tiny movement you made. every action felt meaningful, every brush of contact deliberate. his senses were dialed up to eleven, hyper-aware of you in a way he had never been before, and he felt entirely unprepared to deal with it.

when you walked into the briefing room that morning and lightly brushed your shoulder against his as you passed, tim nearly short-circuited on the spot. he'd been staring blankly at the computer monitor, completely focused on a set of data points, and suddenly your quiet, casual touch was enough to send sparks dancing beneath his skin, jolting him from his thoughts and leaving him utterly speechless.

and it only got worse from there.

later, when you approached him holding two cups of coffee—one for yourself and one precisely matching tim's usual order—he froze entirely, eyes wide as he stared down at the offered cup in shock. he blinked slowly, utterly stunned by the realization that dick had been completely right: you'd memorized something as simple and seemingly meaningless as how he took his coffee. something warm and sweet bloomed deep in his chest, and he barely managed a quiet, stunned "thanks," before retreating to the safety of his work once again.

but the final blow came when you stretched lazily near the batcomputer, your arms rising slowly above your head as you arched your back slightly; just like a cat waking from a long nap. tim, completely unprepared for the sight, felt heat rush to his face so rapidly he was sure he'd spontaneously combust if he didn't remove himself immediately. he quickly turned on his heel and walked away, practically fleeing the room before he embarrassed himself further.

jason, of course, noticed instantly.

"you're acting weird," jason said smugly, leaning against a nearby table, clearly amused by tim's discomfort.

tim shot him a fierce glare, though it lacked real heat. "no, i'm not."

jason chuckled, folding his arms across his chest with a knowing look. "oh, you absolutely are. you're practically twitching."

tim scowled and pointedly turned his attention back to the stack of files in front of him, determined not to engage further. jason laughed softly to himself, entirely too pleased with the unfolding drama. but jason's amusement was the least of tim's worries. he had a far bigger problem on his hands:

you liked him.

and the truth was, tim liked you too.

but acknowledging that openly - expressing it directly - felt overwhelming and complicated. he knew you weren't the type of person to declare your feelings outright. in combat, you were direct and efficient, but emotionally? emotionally, you spoke through subtle actions, gestures, quiet touches and thoughtful gifts. that meant if tim wanted you to understand how he felt, if he wanted you to really know… he'd have to learn to speak your language.

tim swallowed nervously, glancing back toward you across the room, still casually leaning against the batcomputer, reading through mission notes. his heart sped up, nerves tangling uncomfortably in his chest as he made a quiet decision.

he was going to have to be a cat too.

tim had never been the physically affectionate type. he liked his personal space, often keeping a careful distance from others unless closeness was absolutely necessary. it wasn't personal; it was just who he was. but with you, he found himself willing - no, needing - to make an exception.

he waited until later that evening, when the cave had grown quiet and calm, the soft glow of monitors illuminating the space in shades of blue. you were seated on one of the chairs, legs curled comfortably beneath you as you silently scanned through documents on a tablet. summoning every ounce of courage he possessed, tim quietly settled into the seat beside yours, his pulse loud in his ears as he deliberately brushed his knee against yours, just gently enough to seem accidental, but intentional enough to be noticed.

you paused, your eyes briefly flickering away from the screen, landing curiously on his face as you assessed the situation. tim kept his expression neutral, forcing himself not to react outwardly even as his heart raced wildly in his chest. for one nerve-wracking moment, you said nothing, clearly processing what he'd done.

he nudged you again, a little more confidently this time, meeting your gaze with a calmness he absolutely did not feel inside. your head tilted slightly to one side, eyes softening with cautious curiosity, your attention fully shifting from the tablet to him. tim continued to casually sip his coffee, feigning complete nonchalance even as he waited anxiously for your reaction, afraid he might have misread everything and humiliated himself.

then, slowly, deliberately, your lips twitched upward into the barest hint of a smile, and without breaking eye contact, you gently nudged him back.

tim's heart nearly stopped entirely, relief and joy flooding him so strongly he was sure you could sense it. he had done it. he'd taken the risk, spoken your language, and finally bridged the gap between you.

and now?

well, now there was no going back and honestly, tim didn't mind at all.

it began quietly. so quietly, in fact, that at first neither of you even realized it was happening. the subtle gestures between you and tim unfolded slowly and gradually, small moments building layer by gentle layer into something unmistakably meaningful. you weren't one for grand declarations, and neither was tim; instead, your affection took the shape of quiet touches and thoughtful gestures, a shared language only the two of you understood.

tim discovered quickly that the simplest things could hold deep meaning. he'd be hunched over the computer late at night, shoulders tight with exhaustion, eyes gritty from too many hours staring at screens, when you'd appear silently at his side, setting down a steaming mug of coffee exactly how he liked it. no words spoken - just quiet acknowledgment. and tim, feeling warmth spread steadily through his chest, would respond by sliding one of your favorite protein bars wordlessly across the table toward you, watching from the corner of his eye as you accepted it with an almost shy tilt of your head, a quiet smile tugging at your lips.

this was flirting now, apparently. this careful exchange of snacks and drinks had become your language, your gentle way of acknowledging something neither of you was quite ready to speak aloud. it became a comforting routine, these small gestures exchanged daily, the quiet affection underlying every small offering becoming a foundation upon which your relationship slowly, naturally grew.

but it didn't stop there.

tim quickly learned to anticipate the small brushes of your shoulder against his, those casual little bumps you'd give him whenever you passed by in the batcave, training room, or even just in the hallways. after a few times, he decided to test his confidence, bumping you back gently but firmly - just enough to draw your attention, enough to coax that amused smirk onto your face, the one he quickly discovered he liked far more than he should.

the physical interactions grew bolder, though never losing their subtlety. after particularly grueling training sessions, you'd collapse onto the couch in the lounge area, your limbs tired and your eyes half-closed, and tim found himself staying put instead of politely moving to give you space. at first, you'd both remain motionless, carefully gauging each other's reactions out of the corner of your eyes. but gradually, you'd allow yourselves to relax into that shared space, the distance between you growing smaller with every passing evening.

and then came the night you fully tested the waters.

it was quiet in the manor, the air peaceful, almost serene. tim was curled on the couch, engrossed in case files, hair tousled from hours of concentration, glasses sliding slightly down his nose. you appeared suddenly, silent as always, but instead of simply settling near him, you boldly dropped onto the cushion directly next to him. he glanced up, startled but pleased by your sudden proximity, and his heart immediately started racing when, without hesitation, you shifted closer and carefully leaned your weight into his side.

tim froze. every muscle in his body stiffened, his pulse roaring loudly in his ears. he felt certain you must be able to hear his heartbeat thudding against his ribs, betraying his attempt at calm. for one fleeting moment, tim was convinced he might genuinely die from sheer nerves.

but he stayed still - utterly still. he'd learned enough from you by now to understand the significance of moments like these. you'd taken the step closer, testing, waiting to see how he'd react. tim forced himself to take slow, steady breaths, gently allowing himself to relax into the warmth of your touch, quietly savoring the soft press of your shoulder against his own.

seconds passed by painfully slowly, and when he finally felt you relax fully against him, he allowed himself a small, relieved exhale, warmth flooding his chest as he realized he'd done the right thing. he had passed your quiet test. the intimacy of the moment was delicate, precious, and fragile and yet it felt perfectly natural. right.

no words needed to be exchanged. instead, he adjusted his position subtly, just enough to give you more room, inviting you silently to settle deeper against him if you wished. and when you did exactly that—breathing out a contented sigh, your head gently tilting until it rested comfortably against his shoulder; tim felt the tension drain fully from his body, replaced instead by a quiet, powerful sense of joy.

this was their language now, your mutual understanding crafted through quiet gestures and gentle touches. this was the way you communicated, careful and intentional. neither of you rushed, neither of you pushed. you simply waited, patient and observant, watching and responding to each other's small signals, your affection growing naturally through a quiet, mutual understanding.

and as tim sat there with you leaning softly against him, warmth blooming steadily in his chest, he realized that he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

the batcave was strangely peaceful tonight, bathed in the familiar glow of the massive computer monitors, the hum of their cooling fans the only ambient sound. it was the kind of quiet that rarely existed in gotham; a calm without tension, a silence that invited peace rather than caution. jason was out with dick on patrol, damian was off handling a lead of his own, and even bruce was absent, leaving the cavernous space solely to tim.. and to you.

tim had been working steadily at the computer for hours, fingers flying rapidly over the keyboard as he typed his reports, but his mind refused to fully focus. his thoughts continually wandered, drawn inexorably toward the warmth beside him, the gentle presence of you quietly seated just inches away. every now and then your arm brushed against his, causing a warmth to settle comfortably beneath his skin, making his heart quicken in ways he wasn't quite ready to admit.

neither of you spoke, but that was hardly unusual. silence had become your shared language, comfortable and familiar. tim didn't need words to know you were watching him, just as he was acutely aware of your breathing, steady and calming beside him. tonight, though, your closeness felt more deliberate, the small touches more intentional, as though you were both inching toward something inevitable.

tim forced himself to focus on the files in front of him, desperately trying to keep his thoughts in line, but it quickly proved impossible. he paused mid-keystroke, feeling your presence more keenly than ever, and finally gave up the pretense of work. slowly, he turned his chair toward you, meeting your quiet, watchful gaze head-on.

your eyes met his immediately, steady and calm, betraying no hint of uncertainty. it sent a jolt through his chest, because you'd never looked at him quite like this before - openly, gently, yet deeply serious. for a moment, neither of you moved. neither dared break the silence, afraid it might fracture this delicate, perfect moment.

your head tilted slightly, curiosity and something deeper sparkling in your eyes. tim felt his pulse speed up, the gentle tension between you stretching almost unbearably thin, until finally it snapped not with a sudden break, but with a slow, gentle surrender.

without thinking, tim leaned forward ever so slightly, and you mirrored the movement with quiet confidence, meeting him halfway. your noses bumped softly, foreheads brushing gently together in a gesture you'd both grown quietly accustomed to. it was your gesture now; an intimate, cat-like acknowledgment you'd both come to treasure. it spoke of trust, understanding and everything that had brought you together. this silent gesture had become your personal confession, your quiet way of admitting all the things neither of you could say aloud.

you paused there for a heartbeat, your breath warm as it ghosted softly against his lips, eyes half-closed and uncertain. your fingers twitched at your side, as if unsure whether or not it was safe to reach out to him fully. tim didn't rush you, didn't move to push or pressure. he waited, offering you the patience and gentle acceptance he knew you needed.

finally, you seemed to make your decision. your nose nudged softly against his once more; delicate, playful, sweetly affectionate. and tim, heart racing, tilted his face just enough that his lips brushed softly against yours, a whisper-light kiss filled with the quiet certainty he'd longed to communicate. it lasted only a second, yet it carried the weight of everything you'd both felt for so long, everything you'd tried to say without words.

when you slowly drew back, your eyes fluttered open, your expression vulnerable but unmistakably happy. a soft smile played at the corners of your lips, teasing yet warm, filled with gentle triumph. "well," you murmured quietly, voice barely above a whisper, though still rich with soft amusement, "i think that counts."

tim let out a breathless, slightly dazed laugh, the sound barely audible in the quiet of the batcave. he couldn't quite tear his gaze from yours, feeling strangely weightless, his usual composure completely gone. "yeah," he finally managed softly, "i think it definitely does."

a faint smile tugged at your lips again, softer and warmer this time, as you nudged your nose lightly against his one more time before pulling back. neither of you retreated far, just enough to comfortably settle into a new reality. your knee bumped gently against his, casual but deliberate, affectionate and unmistakably yours.

"obviously," you teased gently, a smile tugging openly at your lips now, warmth radiating from you.

tim felt something shift deep in his chest - peaceful, sure, and powerful. without hesitation, he nudged you back, the gentle push slightly firmer, enough to earn another soft, genuine laugh from you. your quiet acceptance, your simple confidence in this unspoken language of yours, filled tim with a quiet sense of wonder and happiness he'd rarely experienced in his life.

and just like that, with silent gestures and soft glances, you'd solidified everything you'd quietly built. with one gentle kiss, one careful touch, you'd transformed everything you shared from something quietly unspoken into something real, tangible, and beautifully undeniable.

neither of you needed to say another word, because from that moment onward, there was no question:

this was your language. this was your love.

this was simply you.

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ch5rr1 · 5 months ago

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Eltingville club OC

as of somewhere in like April-may 2025 this oc now belongs to vix (@/sleepingcloudhare)

her name is Stephanie and she is 17, she loves clothes, music, and comics and all that basic stuff

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more info + lore + rant below

She loves writing smut and reading, particularly comics and dark literature. She also draws a lot, her backpack being filled with art supplies, notebooks, and comic books. she’d definitely be a fujoshi if she knew about the big bright world of BL lol

Because I love Jerry Stokes so much obviously this will be oc x canon with him!!! I’ve come up with the origins on how they met off the top of my head and it goes something like this:

Stephanie goes to the comic book shop (disguised with baggy clothes and a hoodie over her head to avoid harassment by the boys considering she is a chick) with the intention of seeing— maybe even stealing— any new stuff that may have been put up on the shelves and wtv.

She doesn’t go there often to not risk detection, so she’s always fascinated by the things she sees in there (like she is with everything honestly). she bumps right into Jerry becuz she is distracted, and they apologize and talk for a while.

Jerry is retarded (because he is blonde) so it takes Stephanie pulling down her hoodie outside the comic shop for him to realize she’s a chick and he gets nervous and dips lmao but Stephanie really likes him so she kind of just follows him whenever she spots him. Neither have confessed to the other yet.

yesss ok that’s the lore but I may edit if I want to make any changes (if anyone cares I’ll also post if I make any updates so ppl know)

Out of every OC I’ve made for a show, this is probably the one I’ve projected onto the least. Usually they’d be white with red(ish) hair but this one is neither of those things and I’m glad I finally broke free from that cage and I can make my ocs their own person lmao (although her fashion is definitely projected onto from me)

note that I am FULLY AWARE she looks weird for her timeline but I could not care less because she’s just a fanmade character in a fictional comic so I don’t wanna hear any complaints. She dresses and expresses herself how she wants and if she doesn’t look 90’s enough then it sucks 2 suck. I’ll still match her interests with the time the comic takes place tho

I also hate drawing in this art style so I cannot guarantee you’ll see her looking like this very often but who knows?

This song is definitely her I feel like

#oc #eltingville club #welcome to eltingville #info #rant included #I’ve been stalling with posting this for the past two days #if this doesn’t get any attention I’m gonna be pissed #oc x canon #with Jerry obviously I mean come on #thank you to someone in my first oc post for the name suggestion I really like it #Spotify

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thewinter-eden · 8 months ago

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psycho | han jisung

Pairings: Han x OC, Minho x OC

Summary: Anna finds herself trapped in the captivity of a psychopath with numerous other prisoners. The other girls who have been there for a while have been starved and abused, and Anna is obviously headed for the same fate.

Han Jisung, one of the prisoners, a sweet and handsome boy, serves as caretaker for the girls after sessions of abuse. As he and Anna grow closer, struggling to find their way home, the truth about her captor and his plans unfold in the worst ways possible.

cross posted on AO3 under the_winter_eden and Wattpad under alone-at-last.

Genre: horror, thriller

Rating: mature, explicit

Status: ALL CHAPTERS POSTED (20 chapters)

Content warnings: explicit descriptions of violence/torture, mentions of sa, mentions of rape, hurt/comfort, heavy angst, lots of sadness, death, murder, mentions of suicide, starvation, fear, insecurities, hopelessness.

PLEASE READ INFO BELOW

Chapters

1 : hannie 2 : blood soaked cloth 3 : virtues and vices 4 : missing persons 5 : the first one 6 : the knife 7 : the new girl 8 : stay with me 9 : punished 10 : moments in the dark 11 : the pink door 12 : he already knew 13 : the society 14 : I already did 15 : i've got you 16 : here's looking at you 17 : master of levity 18 : never again 19 : all over soon 20 : nothing you can do

THE END

note :

I suck at summaries - they're my kryptonite.

characters :

disclaimer : age manipulation and ambiguity for sake of story.

[the man I'm a little bit afraid of] Bang Chan

??yo, captain of police

[the man I would work out with but never spot on bench press] Seo Changbin

??yo, police lieutenant

[this freaking muse of a man] Hwang Hyunjin

??yo, shop owner

[the other man I'm slightly afraid of] Kim Seungmin

22yo, police officer

[the guy who tricked me into SKZ cult] Lee Felix

??yo, shop owner

[this mini mafioso of a man] Yang Jeongin

??yo, prisoner of Cain (Han's little brother)

[the man who literally haunts my dreams] Han Jisung

22yo, prisoner of Cain

[the man who hurts my feelings regularly] Lee Minho

24yo, police officer

[fill in your own mental image, guys, idk] Anna Park

18yo, prisoner of Cain

[fill in a second mental image ig] Cass Young

20yo, prisoner of Cain

a/n :

don't come for me. I know this is dark but I had to motivate myself to write this story as a backstory for one of my other projects, so I had to transpose SKZ over it or I would never get it done. In ten years, if any of you see this plot in a sucky indie book on a random Goodwill bookshelf, no you didn't.

a/n 2 :

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Or something like that.

so...I don't actually know SKZ? [If I personally knew Han and Lee Know well enough to accurately represent them in a story like this I would—] so, yeah, anyways those guys are real people who do great things in the entertainment industry and the characters named after them in this story are fake people. Hope that clears things up.

tag list: (Comment a request to be added or removed)

@kayleefriedchicken @eastjonowhere @mysterysold @velvetmoonlght

#skz #skz x oc #lee know x oc #Han x oc #han jisung #han jisung x oc #horror #fanfic #writing #ao3 #angst #romance #suspense #thriller #stray kids

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saintslewis · 2 years ago

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𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 — 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

— pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!oc

— trope: fake/arranged marriage

— summary: the Browns and the Hamiltons have been neighbours for many years, Nadia and their oldest son, Lewis, not being as close as the families had hoped they would be. Years later, everyone drifts apart into different neighbourhoods, some others becoming one of the best drivers to ever grace the sport of Formula One however being a man of his stature, fame came along with it and so did the scandals.

can a fake marriage to a complete stranger help keep his image alive? let’s find out!

✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ———————— let’s meet the lovely couple!

👩🏽‍🏫 —— nadia brown!

“the coolest teacher ever”

⸰ֺ⭑ - a south african native who moved to stevenage with her mom when she was 8 and gosh, her character development is one for the books. from being the shy one for all of her school years, university changed everything and made her the social butterfly that you will all grow to love soon. fav colour is pink. fav artist is beyoncé. she teaches history and knows jack shit about f1 except that the cool guy that her parents support used to be their neighbour. absolutely loves the moon and is a part time stylist. will fight for you even she met you a second ago.

🏎️ —— lewis hamilton!

“the goat.”

⸰ֺ⭑ - a literal superstar. the stevenage driver who i would describe as the coolest person ever and many would agree. an adrenaline junky with a heart of gold and filled with positivity (and sass but you didn’t hear it from me). thee fashionista and he knows he’s fine, he just does. father to roscoe. fav colour is purple. loves discussing space and its beauty. did i mention he’s the coolest guy ever? super supportive of everyone around him and he’s knighted. ladies and gents, mr mercedes!

✧༚ ˎˊ˗ info abt renaissance!

˖ ࣪⭑ - warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions, a bit of angst, mentions of alcohol, a talk of ad21, south african slang, slight hints of smut (18+ MDNI), not much of a slow burn lol, lots and lots of brand names, slight themes of sugar daddy! lewis at some point lol (think of it as him spoiling her!)

˖ ࣪⭑ - inspo: this idea just spawned into my head as well as a few of my wip’s mushed together to make this masterpiece. i absolutely love beyonce so using RENAISSANCE for a project so special to me just make wanna do a couple cartwheels. i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did making this!

˖ ࣪⭑ - saint’s team radio: omg hi everybody 🤭. first oc on tumblr woohoo! not a lot of the song lyrics will relate to the plot of the chapter but more so the beat of the song or the vibe? hope that makes sense lol. i hope you guys like the humour i’m gonna add in here. there isn’t a schedule for this yet but hopefully i’ll be more organised in the future. let’s get this party started!

˖ ࣪⭑ - taglist: @thisismeracing @goldsainz @folkloresthings @flowerchild-96 @userlando (i read your blogs as if it’s my morning paper so i hope you like this 😭) @non-stop-imagines @royallyprincesslilly . let me know if you wanna be tagged in this or future fics!

˖ ࣪⭑ - dividers by @cafekitsune 🫶🏽

˖ ࣪⭑ - pictures from pinterest and twitter

˖ ࣪⭑ - nadia faceclaim: @/unclewaffles_ on ig!

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 !

1. I’M THAT GIRL

- the first meeting.

2. COZY

- imagine having dinner with your family then they announce that you’re getting married? you better get cozy for this one!

3. ALIEN SUPERSTAR

- first “date”. gotta show the world the newest married couple!

4. CUFF IT

- didn’t Lewis say he was a professional dancer? well now he is 🕺🏽

5. ENERGY

- first day in the paddock, let’s gaurrr

6. BREAK MY SOUL

- ooohhhhh, the school’s calling for a meeting with Nadia 😟

7. CHURCH GIRL

- party time activated ‼️

8. PLASTIC OFF THE SOFA

- a rainy afternoon in the kitchen with the both of them dancing? literally screaming!

9. VIRGO’S GROOVE

- catching feelings there?

10. MOVE

- a visit to Nadia’s work place isn’t so bad, right? …right?

11. HEATED

- time to let the world know who exactly Nadia is and why to not mess with her or her husband. period.

12. THIQUE

- party time pt 2?

13. ALL UP IN YOUR MIND

- how about a little vacation? :D

14. AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM

- seems like it’s more than just america! 😃

15. PURE/HONEY

- coming soon!

16. SUMMER RENAISSANCE

- coming soon!

BONUS!

17. BE MY SUMMER

- a little valentine’s day gift to you all from me + lewis’ (proper) proposal!

status: ongoing

saintslewis 🫶🏽

#f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one x black reader #x black fem reader #formula one x reader #x black reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x oc #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton fanfics #lewis hamilton fic #lewis hamilton x oc #fake marriage au #☆ ‧₊˚ saint’s media pen

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polysucks · 2 months ago

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The thing I really don't get about indigenous!Stark haters is - okay, let's agree with them and say it's not canon at all, there is no author intent, there is no textual evidence, yada yada - but why would you actively choose to interpret the characters with a LESS rich narrative? Like, indigenous!Starks makes the characters even deeper and more complex with the way they relate/interact with/exist in the world of Westeros and their dynamics with other kingdoms/houses. And not only that, but it fills in gaps/blanks that make what IS objectively canon and explicitly on the page make more sense and snap all together. It's like having puzzle piece A and puzzle piece C - and indigenous!Starks is puzzle piece B that makes you go 'ahhh, now I see the full picture'. And that feels so GOOD and SATISFYING.

(also that pinned anon that called you the r slur and forgot the INTEGRAL word to make their message make sense is the single funniest piece of anon hate I've seen on this site in YEARS. How do you fuck up that bad lmao)

i missed this ask during sansagate 2025 bc i was dying of a blood infection also thank you i think the hard r typo kill yourself anon is PEAK and I need to figure out how to keep it pinned forever when I redo all my info and pinned posts.

back to my regularly scheduled ndn starks nonsense

yes. I have to hard agree with you. Because it doesn't fuCKING MATTER.

Let's continue to ignore textual and canon context for this exercise, and instead focus purely on the sociological concept that is broader fandom as a whole. I've been genuinely thinking of writing a whole fuckin book (large essay let's be real aint no one publishing my dog diarrhea writing no one cares that much) about how fandom is looked down upon but it's everything we have built our social interactions around as human beings.

We literally live on this planet and experience everything through fiction created by other humans.

Football/gridiron fans? a fuckin fandom. Next time your uncle wears a Packer's shirt tell him how cringe his blorbos are.

Anyway. Where I'm going with this is that I'm old.

I was on tumblr during the beginning, peak, and downfall of Superwholock. I was so deep into the Sherlock fandom that I remember how the entire fandom created a tulpa oc out of thin air and loose ACD descriptions and we just accepted him as canon and casted him as Michael Fassbender. I was there. I was on omegle. I was in the trenches. This video, when it released, personally victimized me. Much like the Lindsay Ellis A/B/O lawsuit video did. but i digress.

So, continuing to ignore textual context:

brown northmen haters, I have a question for you:

Where's your fuckin whimsy?

You're willing to accept the bastardization of Sansa's 3-dimensional, very human, very real, morally grey book depiction via Notorious Woman Haters D&D in the Horrible Year to Be A Woman Doing Anything 2011 HBO adaptation, but not willing to think for a moment that she could possibly be super white passing brown?

Just say you're racist. Just say that. It's allowed. You're fucking stupid, but it's allowed. Just say that. Come off anon and say that :3c

#sansagate 2025 #personal #askbox #ndn stark #house stark #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #sansa stark #asoiaf meta #asoiaf discourse #sansa is brown die mad

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finniestoncrane · 3 months ago

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🩷 Connie (OC) x Riddler x Boomerang, multi-part fic 🩷 constance dorothea drum (connie/conundrum) is my sorta self-insert OC who i like to put into situations!! i'm finally getting around to writing out her backstory and her love triangle and it is filled with fluff and angst and good old smut based in the arkham!verse in terms of character/place design, but divergent as far as the timeline goes fic masterlist • AO3 link • tag: auc fic • plushie doodles by @/march-harrigan

💚 Chapter 2: Perfect Timing, word count: 2.8k 💚 10 years ago: connie and harley spend an agonising day in the library trying to solve connie's thesis problems. luckily, she comes up with the perfect topic, one that ends up grabbing her attention in more ways than one. request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: we finally see how mentally ill connie is for eddie, even at these early stages of her career, and there's a bit more harley and connie friendship to absorb because they're cute ok

“I’m really cutting it close now, Harley. My meeting with the advisor is in ten minutes, and if I don’t take an actual concrete idea to my supervisor today, then I might as well drop out now.”

Of course, Connie could be as vocal about how stressed she was all that she wanted, but she was also very aware that it was her own fault for leaving things so late. She was one for getting distracted, unable to start things, unable to keep her mind focused on one train of thought. Undiagnosed ADHD, that’s what Harley had said while she was practising her clinical work on her, although how much of that was truthful could be argued, given Harley was studying psychology and not psychiatry. Whatever was wrong with her, though, she had to try and overcome it or all of her years of study so far at Gotham State would all be for nothing.

“Bubby, I don’t know what you want me to say. We’ve been trying to come up with a topic for your thesis for… years now. Literally years. You just gotta pick one from the pile of rejects and go with it, that’s what I think!”

“But I want to believe in my idea! I want it to be something I can write about confidently, passionately. I want a good grade.”

Harley tossed the book she was absent-mindedly reading to the ground, kicking her legs up on the table and leaning back with a sigh that turned into a groan before she spoke.

“What does it matter anyway, really? All of this studying? I mean, have you ever thought about how many criminals lately have doctorate degrees? Real life actual doctors, people who studied their tight little asses off like you’re trying to right now, driven eventually to a life of crime. Good grade or not, if you really think about it, we’re just here studying to end up as Batman and the GCPDs punching bags.”

“Huh… you’re right…”

“I am!?” Harley sat up straight like a dog hearing their favourite word, grinning wide at Connie’s agreement. “So does that mean we can blow this dump and go to the pier?”

With an expression of disappointment, Connie raised her eyebrows, exasperatedly dropping her hands to the table as she renewed her patience for Harley before bursting her bubble.

“No. I mean that you’re right about the doctorates. The list must be pretty long. Let me think… you’ve got… Oh, Freeze, he was a doctor, wasn’t he?”

“Oh yeah, he was a babe, too.”

“Another one�� Langstrom!”

“Babe.”

“Sartorius.”

“Babe.”

“Hellfern!”

“Spooky babe!”

“And Isley, of course.”

“ Super babe.”

“All of them, intelligent people with ambitions and passion, driven to criminality because of… what? There must be some relation to super intelligence, a correlation between super intellect and… maybe a lack of stimulation? Or perhaps they have a greater understanding of the unfairness of society? A clinical mind that can compartmentalise morals in the name of the greater good of humanity of science? Looking for an outlet of their genius? And just a little sprinkling of autism?”

“Well, you would be the expert there.”

“I would… But I’m still not sure what it is that definitively pushes them…”

“Maybe you find out when you study it for your thesis then? You ask the question, you find some evidence. Sounds like as good an idea as any of the others we’ve talked and talked and talked and talked about.”

“Hmm… Yeah, I think I like it!”

“So now can we get out of here? I hate the library. It’s too quiet! Which really tests my need for chaos .”

“It’s not exactly quiet when you’re in here.” Connie shoved Harley’s arm playfully, watching as she very intentionally, and very dramatically, fell to the ground with a ridiculous groan. “Ok, ok, I have my meeting in five minutes and then once I’m done we can leave. Wish me luck!”

Harley offered a smile and a salute, her way of sending positive vibes to Connie as she left for her meeting, but she really didn’t need any luck or good will at all. When she posed the question to her advisor, he had smiled knowingly, satisfied with the proposal and definitely intrigued by it. And that was despite her unprepared stammering and lack of any preliminary research to accompany it. She assumed the enthusiasm would bode well for her once she actually got to the meat of the project.

“There’s just one thing, though…” he had said, smoothing his fingers over the stubble on his chin, a self-satisfactory move from the proclaimed intellectual, who Connie hoped would soon enter his own criminal phase and be swiftly beaten to a bloody pulp. “Do you intend to only focus on those with doctorates? Or would you be interested in intelligence which hasn’t been professionally recognised, so to speak?”

Connie tilted her head slightly, trying to understand the question.

“Do you mean like… Emotional or social intelligence? Like how Roman Sionis seems to be able to charm or threaten his way out of, well, literally everything and anything?”

“No, no. God no. We’d be here forever discussing that kind of thing. I mean, every criminal must have an ounce of charisma or muscle to back up their actions. No, I mean those who might not necessarily have a professional title, or even a formal education, but who still exhibit, or present themselves as having, the same level of intelligence as your aforementioned doctorates. Perhaps there might be some who are even smarter?”

“Like?”

“Well, I’m thinking of people like Jervis Tetch, the Mad Hatter as he was perhaps better known. Incredibly intelligent man, talented in so many different skills, but not necessarily renowned for his intellect, and I’m sure he will have a degree, but not necessarily an academic ranking.”

“Hm, interesting.”

“Or take, for instance, Garfield Lynns. Are you familiar?”

“That’s Firefly, no?”

“Indeed. He worked with highly dangerous chemicals for a living, and for fun. Pyrotechnic work, bombs, explosives. Jobs which require an advanced degree of training and study and knowledge, but don't necessarily need a doctorate. And his engineering skills were admirable too, even if they were being put towards his criminal activities.”

“Oh! Or Bane!”

“Precisely! His work with chemicals and the study of his own sickness and addiction are fascinating on their own, even putting aside the fact that he had no formal teaching during his upbringing in prison. I’d kill to take a look at his research. Someone like him would make an excellent case study! That’s what I’m talking about, people like that. There’s always a modicum of intelligence behind being a successful criminal. The stupider ones get caught far too quickly. To last a while, to be a pain to the criminal justice system, you have to be able to outsmart it.”

Connie nodded, her eyes wide with excitement as she felt the inspiration flowing through her, her advisor continuing to lecture on the point which he wished he was making under his own name.

“Of course, bring up the doctorates too. Bring up as many examples as you can. But I would advise you to have one star of the show, as it were. Just something to focus the research on. An example that can relate to all the examples. Got it?”

Connie left the room feeling lighter than she had in months. Although the last thing her advisor had said did cling to her chest, a little nugget of anxiety in itself. Sure, she had the plan, but now she needed a star to pull everything together. Someone to focus on, someone interesting, appealing, intelligent and an example of criminality. Someone, preferably, without a professional title since that felt like an interesting angle to her. As she pondered, deep in thought, she could make out Harley ahead of her. She was face down at one of the tables at the end of the shelves of books, impatiently waiting to leave the library and forget about her studies for a moment, the complete opposite attitude from Connie.

That was understandable, Connie thought. She was planning on getting her masters in Library Science, finishing her degree in Psychology this year without the intention of becoming a doctor or a researcher or a therapist or a professor. Those seemed far too daunting to her, she’d realised in her studies. It was too much for her to have that kind of responsibility, she had learned. She was far too gentle, far too manipulatable. She was leaving all of that to Harley, who was the kind of person that Connie was certain could speak to a criminal and not be afraid, and definitely not be sucked in and swayed by their charms. So for Connie, there were only two and a half more years to go of the relentless essays and exams and presentations. For Harley, it could take anywhere between six and nine, and that was if she could sit still for long enough to actually apply herself. She was intelligent enough, but she was so easily distracted, always in need of excitement, of something new. So regular breaks were a necessity. But Connie just couldn’t commit to that today.

“So? How did it go? We off the hook for the day?”

“It went great, actually. He liked the idea a lot, and he gave me some really good notes too.”

“Then why do ya look like he told you he slept with your grandmother and now he’s getting your share of the inheritance?”

“... Because I can’t come out with you.”

“Aw, c’mon, Bubby, I-”

“I know, I know. But I really need to get started on this. I’m so sorry! I just really need to find someone to be the focal point of this stupid thesis and then find my bearings with it. I am really sorry, Harls.”

“Urgh…” Harley tossed her head back, her flexibility pushed as she seemed to completely curl backwards on herself before springing back to attention. “Fine! But you owe me, Bubby! I just wanna get out of here more than anything else, so you’re lucky! Have fun finding the perfect criminal. I would suggest checking today’s paper if you want a head start!”

The last part she spoke in a sing-songy voice before picking up her backpack and heading out, keychains jingling, flipping her fingers up to Connie on her way out, followed by her usual call of “LOVE YA!” and then she disappeared from sight. It was odd of her to mention the newspaper, given how unlikely it was for her to actually sit down and read one. “She must have been really bored…” Connie thought, as she settled herself down at the table and picked up the paper. The edges had been torn, some of the articles outlined in doodles of love hearts and smiley faces, all the work of Harley’s nervous, fidgeting fingers. But it was easy to look past them to the particular article of interest.

“Oh… Oh!”

As Connie read the article, pieces of the information rang a bell in her memory. Edward Nigma, previously known as Edward Nashton and Enigma, who had a while back begun operating under the moniker The Riddler , was now free again. High-priced lawyers will get a man anything, Connie mused. She remembered him, and she definitely remembered Enigma for sure. That was one of the first times that Gotham had really heard of Batman in a positive light after being touted for so long as a menace, a criminal vigilante. And Enigma seemed to be the same thing, just written in a different font.

And then, of course, there was his work as The Riddler. He’d been under the radar for the longest time, all through her studies it seemed, after being apprehended by Batman in Arkham City. Since then, he’d been unusually silent, behaving himself during his time at Arkham Asylum. So he had sort of disappeared from everyone’s minds, an easy feat in Gotham even for big name criminals, given the onslaught of entirely ubiquitous criminality that found its home there. But she remembered him now, very clearly, as she gazed at the old image of him being dragged from his lair by Aaron Cash.

And she remembered how she felt at the time of his arrest. It had been difficult for her to reconcile herself with her feelings, knowing what crimes he committed and still being unable to deny the fact that he was actually quite cute. Those feelings stirred themselves up again as she read the article describing his release with excitement.

“Egotistical, egomaniacal.”

“Superiority complex, God complex.”

“Intelligent, superior intellect.”

“Self-assured, irritating, compulsive, obsessive.”

No mention of a degree though, no doctorate, no title. After a records search, she pulled out the few newspapers that mentioned him, noting that none of them mentioned his schooling, his degree titles, where he might have studied. And then, the jackpot. One which actually explicitly mentioned his lack thereof.

“Edward Nigma, as he now prefers to be called, refused to attend university. He claims his school life was boring and a test of his patience, and that levels of intelligence such as his cannot be measured by peers, as he has none.”

“Wow. What an ass. He’s perfect .”

So perfect, in fact, that Connie had no concept of just how much time had passed while she read everything she could about The Riddler and his crimes. That was until Harley was smacking her on the back, causing her to choke and splutter on the soda she was sipping. She’d been caught in the middle of reading yet another report which barely even mentioned Edward except in passing, but which she was intent on reading anyway in order to satisfy her desire to find out more, and more, and more.

“Jeez, Harley! You scared me!”

“ I scared you!? You terrified me! Have you been in here this whole time!?”

“Yeah! You knew that! I said I was going to stay here and study for a little bit.”

“Bubby, I left you eight hours ago. Eight hours! And you’re not answering your phone!”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, shit! Have you been sitting here studying this whole time? And is that… OH, I see you picked up the paper then? I mentioned that as a joke .” She looked to the piles of reference materials littering the table and the floor. “Oh… Connie, Bubby. Is he who you’re focusing on?”

Connie tried to conceal her embarrassment, scrambling to cover the sheets of paper, knowing it was pointless now that the secret was out.

“Are you blushing ? Oh my god . Connie, you’re supposed to be studying him like the nasty little loser bug he is. This is a psychological deep dive, not a… well, you’re not supposed to have a crush on your patients!”

“He’s not a patient!” Connie reminded herself to keep her voice quiet, rushing to clarify the second part of Harley’s statement. “And I don’t have a crush on him! He’s just… fascinating, that’s all.”

“Oh, yeah. Sure. Fascinating . Next you’re going to be telling me he’s dreamy, so clever, a handsome face for someone so much older than you.”

Desperate to change the subject, Connie closed her notebooks and began packing things into her bag as she spoke.

“And I’m pretty far ahead with where I wanted to be, so now we can do whatever you want this weekend if you can promise to drop this and not make fun of me.”

“No can do, Bubby. But we are leaving this place, I gotta deprogramme you before you go completely wacko for some puzzle-brained doofus. Pack up your things, say goodbye to your boyfriend and let’s GO!”

Harley was right. Time to relax, let the idea simmer, and then come back to it with a fresh mind on Monday. But it was easier said than put into practice. Surprisingly, it was not all that easy to stop thinking about Nigma. He really was just fascinating . And as her studies continued, the crush developed, to the point where she had considered thanking him in the acknowledgements of the finished product, thought about him as she walked across the stage to get her diploma, wrote about him in her application for her masters, and almost, though luckily she saw sense at the last minute, sent him a copy of her thesis to read.

But by the time she had finished her masters she was far too focused on the looming threat of real life. There were bills to pay, apartments to rent, work to be done at her new job in the Asylum, a place where Edward had been free of for years. In the back of her mind though, he always lingered, it’s just that there was so little opportunity for her to actually think for herself that he remained just a shadow, a memory of her past life. But not entirely forgettable.

#finnie writes #auc fic #the riddler #riddler #edward nigma #arkham riddler #arkham verse #oc #oc fanfiction #captain boomerang #george harkness

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angelic-waffles · 6 months ago

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Thought everyone’s lotf ocs were cool so I plugged my girl Angie into the book ^^

Three hour drawing of her pre and post island- I think she would thrive lmao. Info on her bellow

She’s a bit of toxic honestly which, yk unsurprisingly makes island life a walk in the park

Pre crash- She lived with her dad Alexander who’s 28 (yeah fill in the blanks) Her mom left when she was a baby because she never really wanted to be a mom but Alex was an amazing dad for Angie, even if he was young, working two jobs and studying law all while raising a wild child. Her dad also had a habit of doing her hair every morning. For him, it was a way to bond. He’d always do it up in pigtails with yellow bows.

Post crash- She doesn’t have any strong convictions or connections. She makes herself useful to whoever is currently most powerful so they’ll return the favor. She doesn’t particularly like anyone, but she doesn’t particularly dislike anyone either. Naturally, she uses this neutrality to her benefit. She’d survive pretty long. Assuming we follow cannon and they get saved, she would survive the whole book. Assuming we go from the no rescue angle, she’d definitely get killed, just later on. The only person (or people) on the island she’s really loyal to are the littluns. She thinks they’re too young to be going through all they are, and she really just wants them to be able to have a life one day after all the chaos of the island. She doesn’t show this though. She calls them brats and plays with them, but sometimes she’ll put some fruit on lower branches, or make sure all the littluns are safe and without major injury.

General info- Angie is 12 years old, Latina, and uses she/her. Personality wise she lies almost compulsively. Sometimes about big things, sometimes about small things, but it’s an urge she has that she has a really hard time controlling. She’s also very energetic! She bounces from wall to wall and afterwards still has energy to do things like listen in on people’s bs or instigate something. Bringing me to another trait of her’s, she’s a terrible instigator. If she smells even a little bit of drama she’ll find out as much as she can. And if nothing is to be found? Well she doesn’t tend to lie here and there… But she’s not just some lying asshole, she’s very dedicated to things and people if you give her a chance, she also has a strong interest in fashion and music. Back home her walls are absolutely covered in posters or drawings of her favorite pop stars from the radio. All of them do seem to be women though, hmmmmm. I think of her sort of as an unholy blend of Regina Gorge and Kokichi Ouma

Aaaand as a little thank you for sticking around, here’s a screen shot of this hand because I love drawing pudgy baby hands but I can only justify it for my I’m so not Going to Heaven characters or kids, and thankfully she’s a kid! So yay chubby little baby hands

#I kind of dislike the drawing but I spent too long on it not to post haha #art #my art #drawing #artists of tumblr #artists on tumblr #oc #oc art #illustration #lord of the flies oc #lord of the flies #lotf oc #lotf

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helgiafterdark · 8 months ago

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if you have a dragon oc (that is, you have an oc who is an elder scrolls/skyrim dragon) please tell me who they are. i want to write a poem about them.

i'm writing a selection of small poems for an in-fic book about dragons. i already have written about many dragons i invented, but i'm thinking maybe i could use some "variety" since i lean toward a lot of the same themes over and over.

even if so far you have only thought of their name or maybe you haven't thought of this at all, this will prompt you to get creative and make something up!

send anything to the replies or reblogs, please. i won't be turning on messaging/asks on this blog bc too many bots send me stuff constantly.

tell me:

their name. MUST be a proper dovahzul name. if they don't have one, i will invent one for you if you want and will work with you to achieve this. otherwise, i'm not writing about them. and NO non-canon dovahzul (semi-canon is possibly fine if you also consider yourself to be a dovahzul speaker)

any deeds they have committed, good, bad, evil, cruel, strange, etc. that may be noteworthy historically

any obscure but major facts about them that could be lost in time. something the ancient nords knew but that 4e people do not and cannot find this info anywhere else

a physical description, such as the color of their wings and scales, what their horns look like, how big they are, etc. if you have made any art pls show me!!

any other interesting/unique abilities they possessed

info that i do not need at this time:

their recent actions after alduin resurrected them, if applicable

if they never died and lived in obscurity somewhere throughout the millennia and what they did during that time

if they weren't in skyrim or solstheim pre- and during the dragon war, or if they would've been unknown to the ancient nords, they can't be included

don't worry too much about what to share/not share, feel free to just yap about your dovah! i'm here for it!

the point of this is that my ldb haela has inherited an ancient family book of poems/stories about the dragons and has passed it on to her children. the poems are scattered throughout the work and referenced by the characters sometimes. i want to put them all together at some point to have a more "complete" set of poems which represent the book of poetry my characters possess – separate from the main work. your dovah will not be mentioned in the fic whatsoever, it's just to fill up my poetry selection and flesh it out more!

i have written many poems in dovahzul and in this specific free-verse style. in fic, the poems are inferred to be written in dovahzul. i, as the author, am kindly translating. i would consider them free-verse, as they are written in a way that mimics being translated from an ancient dialect (dovahzul).

i can't say when i'll finish writing it, as it's a small part in a very large work. but if i end up writing about your dovah i will definitely share it with you :D thank you if you choose to send anything!

*there is no time limit on this and i'll keep this post pinned until i no longer need any more info!

‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋ ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋ ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋

small excerpt as an example:

Horrid blood-seeker

who devours man and beast

tearing the flesh

and swallowing the blood

Fearsome one,

who has ended many mortal lives

And when the battle-horns sound,

when the screams pierce the clouds,

wherever blood should be spilled,

the dovah Volyahsos

would join in slaughter

No pleasure is greater

than to kill in the name

of himself

(this particular poem is in fact translated from a larger dovahzul piece i wrote. it was not written in english and then translated to dovauzul. this is how i write almost all of my dragon poems)

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oftlunarialmoon · 1 year ago

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75 Agere Journal Prompts MEGALIST

Ciao lovelies! The first time I wrote about Age Regression Journals was in 2018, a whole 4 years ago (that feels weird to say omg). So I thought, since I’ve had 4 years to compile it for myself, I would share my MEGALIST of 75 Age Regression Journal Prompts with you all!

For more info about Agere Journaling, see THIS POST from 2018.

For Nightsong’s article about Vent Journals, see THIS POST from 2019.

For 8 Journal Prompts, see THIS POST from 2019.

And finally, for 52 creative writing prompts/quaintrelle prompts, see THIS POST from 2019.

And now, let’s begin this list!

75 Agere Journal Prompts - MEGALIST

*PS* scroll to the bottom, for pictures of examples from my personal journal!

Draw yourself a kawaii bento lunch!

Write down any chores for the day as a to-do list or sticker check off list

Design a smol outfit

Make a playlist for your littlespace

Draw portraits of your stuffies

Write your headcanons for your comfort characters as caregivers

Write down some animal facts from different parts of the world that interest you!

List items that are your favorite color

Make a magazine collage with a specific theme

List ideas you want to do in certain seasons

List your favorite agere nicknames

Write down any agere headcanons you have for fictional characters or OCs

List stuffie name ideas

List all your current stuffie names

List your favorite phone apps for littlespace

Make a tier list of your opinions on different types of candy

Draw what your favorite characters would look like as stuffies

Invent a new kidcore fashion trend

List 5 facts about your favorite sea animal

Design your Jolly Roger if you were a pirate

Draw yourself as a Pokemon Trainer

List how you deal with stress in agere methods

Write out any recipes you can make while regressed

List crafts you’d like to make

Make a page about your morning routine when regressed

Make a page about your night time routine when regressed

Write out any rules or guidelines you have when regressed

What’s on your Agere/Littlespace Movies list?

Write about what you would do on a visit to the beach

List any animes you like when small

List your favorite agere books

Dear Past Me - What would you tell your past self?

Dear Future Me - What would you tell your future self?

List songs that make you regress

List your regression triggers (positive or negative)

Write about how you would comfort a friend in need

Write about your dream vacation

Make your christmas/birthday/holiday gift wishlist

List your fave agere video games

List your favorite stims

Write a letter to your favorite fictional character

Write a letter to a friend or family member

Play I spy and write down the categories and things you find

Make a page of your top 5 agere songs from the last month

List free activities you can do when regressed

Make a collage page from a coloring sheet and stickers

Play scavenger hunt with stickers of your preferred theme

Use a page to write down word games like word scrambles and mad libs

Fill a page with positive messages for yourself to read later

Write down tarot interpretations if you do tarot reading while smol

List ideas for kandi bracelets you could make

Declare a random day a holiday of some kind, write down how you celebrate it

Use a page to “braindump” all of your current thoughts, even if it’s babbling

Make a sticker collage inspired by your caregiver

Make a sticker collage inspired by the seasons

Trace your hand onto the page and give yourself fun nail art, tattoos, or accessories

Draw a race track for a toy car, add obstacles or scenery with stickers

Write a social media profile page for a comfort character

Make a “top secret” file with your stuffie’s secrets >:)

Make a collage inspired by yourself

Dedicate a page to facts about one of your special interests

Write a poem for your pet (or fave stuffie!)

Draw a scene around a sticker of your favorite animal

Draw the inside of a house and use stickers to furnish and decorate it

Draw a scene to play with your toys in

Try a mindful reset page (List problems you’re facing, then list more positive mindset changes to each one)

Document the stories you play out with dolls or toys

Write down “this or that” prompts in one color then answer them in another color !

Use stickers to tell a story or make a fun comic

Fill a page with word art, using any words that make you feel smol

Make a list of all of your OCs

Use a page to document Minecraft coordinates of your favorite builds

Draw the outline of a purse or bag, and use stickers to show what a character of your choice would have in their bag, or-

Use stickers to show what you would put in your dream agere bag!

Draw a face on a page in marker or pen, and use makeup to decorate it! (or face paint :p)

Examples From My Journal:

#agere class #agere classroom #agere daycare #agere school #agere #age regression #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #age regressor #sfw age regression #agereg #age dreaming #sfw little blog #agere blog #Ciao lovelies #Agere diys #Agere diy #Agere craft #Agere crafts

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beauty-beast-week · 4 months ago

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FAQs for Beauty and the Beast Week 2025

Beauty and the Beast Week 2025 is coming in August! Here are answers to some questions I’ve gotten or that you may be wondering about before participating in the event:

Can I join?

Yes! This is an open event with no registration. There will be a sign-up for the optional podfic and beta reading exchanges; more info on those in May. But otherwise, you don’t need to notify me or get my permission. Everyone is welcome.

Do I have to do something for every one of the prompts?

No! Just one is fine. You can do more if you wish, or multiple works for the same prompt, but none of this is necessary. The list of prompts is here.

Do I have to write about the specific animals in the prompts?

No! They are meant to be metaphorical and spark inspiration. Go with the vibe that the animal suggests to you. Some suggestions are shown on the prompt list, but you can interpret each animal however you wish. And if you do wish to depict one of the literal animals in your work, that’s fine too!

What should I do if my work doesn’t fit with any of the prompts?

That’s what day 7, the free day, is for! Anything goes, that day (provided you still follow the rules, of course).

Do I have to create my art/fic/whatever on the day itself?

Nope. Create it now, and just hold off on posting it until the day of the prompt you used.

Does my fic/art need to take place in the Disney BatB universe, or are AUs allowed?

As long as you have at least one Disney Beauty and the Beast character, you can stick them in whatever universe you wish. Make Belle a mermaid in a pirate AU, make Gaston an astronaut in a space AU, give Cogsworth and Lumiere a meet-cute at a coffee shop, or just keep everyone in the canon-compliant universe of the film. Anything goes!

Which versions of Beauty and the Beast are allowed?

Any Disney version of Beauty and the Beast, or Disney product in which their BatB characters appear, is valid. Obviously, the 1991 and 2017 movies are the most obvious, but as long as you use at least one BatB character, you can also make a fanwork related to the spinoff movies (Enchanted Christmas and Belle’s Magical World), the Broadway musical, any TV show (House of Mouse, Castle Quest, BatB 30th anniversary special, etc.), any video game (Dreamlight Valley, Kingdom Hearts, Villains Cafe, Speedstorm, Mirrorverse, etc.), or other media (comics, books, Lorcana, etc.).

Can I include non-BatB characters in my creations?

Sure! As long as you have at least one Disney Beauty and the Beast character, you can include whatever other characters you wish. Characters from other media, OCs, reader inserts, they’re all fine. And remember that there is no bashing of others’ characters or ships! Accounts that do so will get blocked. Review the full list of rules here.

Can I make [fill in the blank]?

Yep. Any type of fanwork you can dream up is welcome, not just fic and art. Crochet a Beast hat and post a pic of it, make a photo montage of yourself doing cosplay, make a music video, we love it all!

Is NSFW allowed?

Yes, with any sort of content and kink you like, but since there may be minors following this account, please tag it appropriately. If posting mature content directly on Tumblr rather than AO3, also use its community labels function and/or hide the content under a “keep reading” link. And minors—do not engage with content that is not meant for you.

Is AI allowed?

Absolutely not. This account will not reblog, include in master lists, or include in the AO3 collection anything that was made with AI involved to any degree. Even if you just use AI to make a banner to go along with your fic that you manually wrote, we will not reblog it. Review the full list of rules here.

How do I post my work so it gets included?

The most important thing to be sure to do is to tag the @beauty-beast-week account in your Tumblr post so we can see it and reblog it from this account. Also, please use the hashtag #batbweek and/or #batbweek 2025. Full posting instructions will be posted closer to the event.

Should I post my fic on AO3 or Tumblr?

Whatever you prefer. If you post it on AO3 and also make a Tumblr post to link to it, we will reblog the Tumblr post. If you only post to the AO3 collection, we will have nothing to reblog, but we will still link to your work in the master lists.

I don’t post my art on Tumblr; can I still participate?

Yes, but you’ll need to send us a DM via Tumblr with a link to your work on Instagram, Twitter, DeviantArt, etc. We will then include it in the master lists.

I’m not going to get my work done on time; can I still participate?

Please do! We’re happy to accept late entries! We understand that life happens, so just tag us when you’ve posted it and we’ll reblog it, though it may not make it into the master list post at the end of the event.

How can I connect with the other people participating in this event?

Building personal connections between those in our fandom community is the main reason @firawren created this event, so while there’s no Discord server specifically for this event, there is the “Frozen Hearts Worth Melting” Discord server. It’s a super chill server for Beauty and the Beast and Frozen fanfic writers and artists; DM @loonysama if you want to join this server. Also, feel free to DM @firawren if you’d like to connect one on one; I’m always hungry for more BatB friends!

Did I miss any questions that you still have? If so, please reply to this post, send me an ask, or send me a DM.

#faq #logistics #batbweek #batbweek 2025 #fandom event #disney #beauty and the beast #beauty and the beast 1991 #beauty and the beast 2017 #beauty and the beast: the broadway musical #beauty and the beast: the enchanted christmas #batb 1991 #batb 2017 #fanfic #fanart

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annabthesolitarywriter · 5 months ago

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The Lost Tale of the Red Book - The Martyred Mother

This is a temporary title for the rewrite of my current WIP The Lady of Ithilien (posted on AO3).

The decision to rewrite the story comes after a lot of thought and after realizing that I have created too many OCs who would have otherwise no space in the current narrative. The moodboard in this post is supposed to represent the themes of the rewrite, the main ones being sadness, love, motherhood, fighting and death.

They honestly haven't really changed that much. They haven't changed at all, actually. The story was supposed to be borderline tragic from the early days of its conception and it will be so in the rewrite as well. Be prepared for a lot of angst and despair with lighthearted, funny and loving moments throughout.

Info dump (Warning for some! spoilers)

If you have read the chapters of the original story which are already posted on AO3, you will already know that the main character is Elenna "Enna" Tindómiel, the (adopted) eldest child of Faramir and Éowyn.

Fancasts for "Enna": Anais Tinguely (toddler); Billie Gadsdon (childhood until 10); Nehir Ada Trabzon (10-12); Mackenzie Foy (teenage years; roughly 13-19); Synnøve Karlsen (20 years old-her death)

She is what one would call a perfect lady and is betrothed to Crown Prince Eldarion as an infant. Due to Eldarion's...troubled personality, the marriage doesn't last and she later marries Elphirion—heir apparent to Lebennin—and then Eönwë. Oh, and there a little storyline with Mairon/Sauron coming back, which will affect her whole life. No big deal, really.

Changes from the original story

Although most of what I've already written is indeed canonical in my universe, I've recently thought of some changes which I think work slightly better. I will jot any new changes here so that I have everything in one single post.

Her whole arc is about persevering through tragedy and trying to grow as a person, which isn't really easy for her.

She's still the old "Enna" in many ways, she just tries more. She still apologizes at every turn, she still does not understand why Eönwë loves her, but instead of questioning his motives, she just learns to accept that she loves him. She may question them when they're courting, but she does show growth. She eventually relapses into her old ways (her teenage phase) after her children die. She loses hope and has to be persuaded to keep going.

Child and pre-teen: completely and fully innocent and confused. This is, of course, generally speaking. Ioreth starts filling her head with ideas of pomp and grandeur and she becomes a bit entitled, although Faramir, Éowyn and Boromir try to lessen Ioreth's influence on her. Will they succeed? I certainly hope so.

Teenage years: era of abuse, assault, trauma and meltdowns ("original" Enna) with a beginning of character development, but only a little.

Late teenage years: she becomes a bit more confident and dedicates most of her time to being a mom (she loves her children)

Adulthood: extreme trauma comes again (child loss), devotes most of her time to charity and helping others, has new laws enacted, tries to make the world a better place, her peace of mind is fully broken.

MAIN PERSONALITY TRAITS: deeply insecure, very little (nearly non-existent) self-esteem, needs to be reassured, kind, a bit impulsive on occasion, but extremely good at heart. One of the kindest people. She sympathizes and cares for all those who suffer. She's VERY STUBBORN, but not unreasonable.

~*~

I've never spoken about it openly, so it's not actually much of a change, but I think her relationship with her mom (Éowyn) is complicated since childhood. Ioreth tells her she is not worth loving and that she shouldn't even bother acknowledging or listening to her. Faramir says the exact opposite. I suppose forgetting about her and choosing to distance herself from Rohan is a natural consequence of that. Elboron resents her because she "left him" and may have learned that from his beloved older sister he loves so much. He has a mind of his own, but he may have internalized that by copying his sister. As an adult, Enna will learn to embrace her Rohan side against (somehow, maybe) because of Princess Idis, whom she helps and corresponds with. Yes, I made up my mind and Idis lives in the rewrite. She exists. She's very secluded and doesn't appear much, but she's alive.

Although the events of chapter 1 do unfold in the same way, Enna does not meet Eönwë in person until FoA 22. He still saves her in FoA 15 when Mairon/Sauron tries to kill her, but she has no idea it is him. She only sees a white, bright light and (maybe) hears his voice. But that's it. I had thought of a very cute scene of Elboron and Eönwë meeting when he's like three or four with Eönwë shape-shifting into an eagle and "taking him to fly" so maybe he meets Elboron not knowing he's related to Enna and that's Elboron that, years later, has them meet. Mmm... that's definitely something to think about. He might also meet several members of the Fellowship.

Maybe they meet in passing and have a few conversations, but it doesn't go past that.

She still insists on marrying Eldarion to gain power to survive but begs Aragorn to speed up to process once she's assaulted by Duinnín, the son of Duinhir of the Blackroot Vale (the same guy who later r*pes one of her daughters and is executed by Eönwë). She tells Aragorn about it but doesn't mention his name (if there's something which hasn't changed is her willingness to protect those who harm her both because it could create scandal, but also because she believes they can be redeemed).

I don't really know when the assault part will take place, but it will happen. Let's see what I come up with.

She is extremely traumatized by the Mairon accident but since no one knows about it (unlike in the original), everybody assumes she just lost her mind. She cannot speak of it and bottles everything up. Rumors go around and her mental health goes down the drain. Some people swear that they saw something and obviously the members of the Fellowship believe her. A few weeks later Duinnín assaults her, having heard others that she's easy. By then only Maira sort of knows what she's been through and Enna has full meltdowns. She'll start getting better thanks to her Uncle Boromir the following year.

She still very much has her haughty, condescending moments but she realizes that she's in the wrong and feels extreme guilt about it (she cries, for instance, after raising her voice at people). Her inability to control her emotions (i.e. screaming and crying in a timespan of a legit second) is also due to her "post-Mairon medications"

She also has hallucinations of "a very pretty lady who talks to me" aka her conscience.

She sucks at comforting people. She means well, but...yep. She can't do it.

She actually loves Elphirion. Elendil (OC; Aragorn and Arwen's second son) arranges their marriage (he and Elphirion are childhood friends) and, if in the original story Enna was supposed to be indifferent towards him, she isn't in the rewrite. She loves him (in a friendly way) and they have a good marriage until he dies. The only problem is that Elphirion is constantly sick and Enna still cries a lot.

She is extremely scared of Elphirion at first and doesn't want him to touch her (she starts shaking and trembling when she sees him), but ultimately decides to trust him. She may not love him romantically, but there's that.

Eönwë is her third husband and she has sixteen children by him (counting miscarriages and stillbirths). She also struggles to trust him at first, but she eventually falls deeply in love (he falls first, I think)

She is still concerned about her husbands taking mistresses and sort of accepts the possibility even with Elphirion and Eönwë. She only asks that they are honest about it and not like (teen) Eldarion.

She was originally supposed to favor her boys over her girls, but she really doesn't in the rewrite. She is an all-around amazing mother. She may still be awkward around her girls from time to time, but she loves them wholeheartedly and wants to protect them so they don't suffer as much as she did. She is a truly great mom, but she doesn't think she is and that leads her down a path of...unhappy choices. But she is there for her children when they need her and if she is hesitant it is only because she feels unworthy of their love, not because she wants to avoid them or because she doesn't love. Her children sense that and they will actually have conversations about it. It may take a while (depending what direction the rewrite takes), but they will have those conversations sooner than later. All the snippets where she is hesitant are still valid, but they are to be looked at in a wider context and they will be integrated in a more positive narrative. We'll see how it goes from there. They will still have some disagreements, but I'll try to balance everything out a bit more. As much as I love angst—and, believe me, I do—I feel like it might get repetitive very quickly.

She does have the "Wyn trauma", but it's more due to the fact that she's afraid she's going to turn out like her rather than spite. She's hesitant to build a relationship with her, but she soon feels ashamed about it and, with her oldest children and Eönwë's support, she manages to be a loving mom to her nevertheless. The "favorite child" thing is more of a running joke rather than a factual thing. She may be closer to some of the kids (it's normal in large families, I think), but she loves them all unconditionally.

She still refers to her unborn children as sons sometimes, especially during her pregnancy with Elendur even she's a scared fourteen-year old who knows that only having a son may help her survive. She may even secretly tell Maira (=her maid, bestie and confidante) and Uncle Boromir. It may take a lot of persuasion, but she may eventually admit that, deep down, she wouldn't really care about the baby's gender if it were up to her. It's all Ioreth and society.

Boromir's role in all of this is expanded and he is the one who immediately sees through her façade in situations such as this one and, when she acts stubborn about it, he encourages her to be honest with him and to, essentially, drop the act. More on this in the Boromir Week stuff.

Even during her teenage years, she is much closer to Boromir than Faramir and keeps her father at distance (both not to have him worry about what happens to her and because she feels more comfortable opening up to her uncle since Faramir can't help but see her as a child).

She intends to keep the people she loves away to protect them (especially after Mairon tells her that all her loved ones will die), but Boromir (or maybe Elendil) try to convince her that if they must die, they'll die anyway. That gives her a lot to think about.

Speaking of children, Elendur (her first child and her first with Eldarion) doesn't die at birth. He dies some fourteen years later in a very stupid accident. Although Eldarion was horrible to her, Enna lies to her son about what happened to her so that Elendur can have a good relationship with dad (surprisingly Eldarion tries to be a good father and turns out to be a fairly decent person when he is sober and not controlled by some *hideous tutor*

In spite of Ioreth's abuse and constant nagging, she is extremely innocent as a child. She is still a bit haughty as a teenager, but her façade crumbles quite quickly (especially around people who know her and read her like the back of their hand) and readily admits it is her own coping mechanism to survive. She doesn't like doing it, but she's forced to do it.

As she grows older and is affected by tragedy, she falls back into her childish innocence (as a comfort and coping mechanism) and this trait of hers is exploited by traitors and people who wish her harm (i.e. the redhead as well as others). Her mental barriers are also affected by the personification of her conscience (she may do dangerous things she does not remember because of it, but she mostly cries into her pillow and tries to atone by helping others).

She also no longer values protocol as much. It was her everything as a teenager because it gave her a sense of purpose and a sense of self, but when she gets truly powerful, she no longer values it as much. She appreciates it when people observe it, but she's more relaxed about it. She's obsessed with the Maiarin salute though and would like for people to observe that.

She also becomes more accepting and open to the idea of women remaining unmarried. In the rewrite, she's no longer stuck in her ways, but actually shows growth more plainly and is more prone to listening to others. She is still very stubborn and defends her ideas, but she is a little less stubborn, I suppose.

She also tries to ask for help if she's sick (especially when she's pregnant—it will happen a lot). It will still very hard for her and she'll still feel very guilty about it, but the first step is what matters, right? She will probably try and communicate non-verbally (through her facial expressions, eyes etc), but she tries. It's a gradual process and she has to be coaxed into it, but she tries.

She has plenty of relapses where she thinks everything is her fault though.

The things she cannot/feels too ashamed to talk about she keeps in her diaries, which will be published after her death. Even though she's more open about her struggles, she still won't tell people everything (no one does) and many things will come to light after her death.

Elendil may not die after all. I have come up with an idea of Eldarion saving him last minute and that could possibly be the start of the two brothers mending their broken relationship. But we'll see.

I will be including facts and things I've spoken of in fandom events and one-shots as well.

As I mentioned, this post is ongoing and I will link my OC fancasts here once the character profiles are all complete (hopefully by the end of the year)

I will also link other moodboards For instance, I have here one of the Faramir and Éowyn's home in Emyn Arnen (Enna's childhood home)

This is how I picture Faramir's palace. The main reference is Palazzo Vecchio in Florence, Italy, but I will also take inspiration from other Florentine palaces. I honestly don't know wether their palace will need to be rebuilt as well. In that case, I think Aragorn will give them another place in which to stay in Minas Tirith. That place could be very well inspired by Villa Medici (Rome, Italy)

It was built in white stone (much like all of Minas Tirith) and it has a garden. Éowyn said she wanted to garden so I suppose Aragorn makes her happy.

Enna will leave her childhood home (wether it is Palazzo Vecchio or Villa Medici is still to be decided, but I think it will be Palazzo Vecchio by then) in roughly FoA 13/14 to move to Minas Tirith full time. She will also live in Minas Tirith (or maybe Anórien or Dol Amroth or even Lindon - see, this is why this post is ongoing) while Faramir's old seat at Emyn Arnen is refurbished and made a lot bigger. The new and improved Emyn Arnen (which will become Enna and Eönwë's main residence) is inspired by Topkapi Palace in Istanbul (although some elements from various Medici palaces will remain. Palazzo Vecchio will essentially be expanded to make room for a lot of Maiar and new training guilds will also be built).

Before & After

The columns remain but the general architecture of the place changes a little bit. Some elements do stay the same (fountains and other things).

You know what? I think Enna and Eönwë's "middle" residence (the one they live in while Emyn Arnen is being renovated) might, after all, be in the region of Anórien, of which Boromir is Prince in my AUs. Eönwë and Boromir have a great relationship (you will get a glimpse of it in my One-shot for day 6 of Boromir Week 2025) and I thought it would be cool for Enna to be neighbors with her uncle. Mírion and the other early children from their marriage could very well be born in Anórien/Osgiliath. That would make me very happy. Elenwë need a place to stay and, since Faramir doesn't really like his son-in-law, I doubt Enna would want to return to Ithilien before her new home is ready and her dad is out. Imrahil will definitely try and persuade her to move in a palace close to his, but I doubt that will happen either. And Eönwë certainly wants to avoid Minas Tirith because of Eldarion and other personal reasons. So I think that, logistically, Anórien could be the only suitable place within the Gondorian borders. They could move to Arnor but...it's probably too far. They might have a vacation home there though. So...I guess...Anórien it is! Boromir will be very happy about it. It will be a bit awkward at first, but maybe Enna will reconcile with her cousins earlier than previously planned, and they'll actually get to have a relationship like a normal family? Why am I feeling so merciful today? I hope I won't regret it later. Don't get overexcited though and don't get too hopeful either. The themes in the main moodboard are still valid and she will still suffer greatly. It's the point of her story. She just will probably no longer have to suffer alone and will be more inclined to confide in her family members, especially Boromir and fam. They sort of stop speaking for a few years, but they get on well again once Enna is free of Eldarion, doing better mentally and married to Eönwë, who encourages her to apologize to Uncle Boromir and to mend whatever rift she had with her cousin(s). Again, why am I being so reasonable? So merciful? It's not in my nature. Maybe I should see a doctor.

I honestly think she will genuinely try to speak about her problems—only when prodded about it though—and their relatives will try and encourage her to open up. The change is that, instead of assuming right away that they want nothing to do with her, she will try to open up before her inner voices prompt her to start pushing everybody away because she feels like a burden. But the main difference between the original and the rewrite is that she will make the effort. At Eönwë's explicit request probably, but she will try.

Since I have mentioned Imrahil in my previous point, I just would like to say that Enna and Eönwë do have their official vacation spot in Dol Amroth. Enna's health is not great (to put it mildly) and she often goes to Dol Amroth in the hopes of getting better (y'know, the warmer climate and such). Their residence in Dol Amroth is based on the Miramare Castle in Trieste, Italy

Enna is friends with Erchirion and Amrothos and is godmother to the the young lady Erchirion and Iorlas adopt. She'll be spending a lot of time with her and will see a lot of Erchirion (and Iorlas). They're a couple (the idea, as far as I know, is originally by @lucifers-legions,so she gets the credit for bringing them together).

Enna will also be vital in ensuring that she gets legally recognized as their daughter and heir (while, at first she is against female succession, she changes her mind later on. It's all part of her character development. At the beginning she is purely against it because...it's against the law. She is not opposed to women ruling per sé, but the law states otherwise so that's her line of thought. She follows the law to a t and doing something which contradicts the WRITTEN LAW is outrageous to her. No spoilers, but you'll get a taste of it in my One-shot for day 7 of this year's Boromir Week).

Her interacting with Imrahil's sons is a change of plans, since I had previously thought she would have no interaction with Imrahil's boys whatsoever. Things do change quite fast, apparently.

I am almost fully set on Château De Chenonceau as Elenwë's residence in their early years of marriage.

Enna loves flowers (roses, lilies and tulips especially) so she'll have a field day in a garden such as this one. Château De Chenonceau for the win? I came across some wonderful Irish castles as well, so I might pick one of those as well. All castles are so pretty.

I wonder what (my) Ioreth will do now that both Boromir AND Eönwë would could potentially kick her out if she oversteps the line. Unless Ioreth only comes back when the revamping of Emyn Arnen is complete and Boromir is longer there to help protect her. See why this post will need further updates!?

I haven't really thought about it that much, but I could see Boromir living in a palace similar to a Medicean one (Sean Bean was in Medici so it would make sense. Nice touch there), but also in a French palace like Versailles or one of the Loire Castles. The Archbishop's Palace of Alcalá De Henares could also be a good reference. I feel like eventually it will be up to his wife 🤣 I'll update this post once again when I have Idhrildin's personality figured out and I have her choose her own house. Boromir is an army man, everything sounds good to him and I headcanon he's not really helpful when dealing with this kind of stuff.

I do like the idea of Boromir and Eönwë being neighbors though so I guess I'll just google whatever Loire Castle is closest to Château de Chenonceau and then add elements of Idhrildin's personality to it. Lis also helps with decorating so I guess she'll have a say in it, too.

Based on a quick Google search three Loire Castles that can be visited on the same day are Chenonceau, Cheverny and Chambord. So, I guess Boromir will get either Cheverny or Chambord? Boromir doesn't strike me as someone who likes opulent things and Cheverny seems to me a little smaller compared to Chambord. But then again, Boromir is the literal Prince of the fief so...if he doesn't live in a grand house, who does? Maybe Chambord is the Osgiliath place and Cheverny the Anórien one? Chambord is the main residence and Cheverny is his wedding gift to Idhrildin which is later turned into headquarters for her charities? Idhrildin, please a decision. You pick otherwise I'll just let you have both castles.

More to follow! (I'll update this post in the following weeks and months until I start working on the rewrite later in the year). I'll update it with several other moodboards and details (and possibly a new title). Other title ideas I've come up with for the rewrite are: A Golden Era, The Golden Era, The Forgotten Tale Of The Fourth Age and A Brief Golden Moment.

I personally think the one I put at the top of the post is still my strongest option, but we'll see. Being a mother is a major part of Enna's identity (she loves having children and loves being a mom) and she's a martyr because...she goes through a lot of things. I think it fits. Mother is also a title to her. Her children call her Valide, which does indeed mean Mother in the Valarin tongue (I am basing it off Turkish) and one of the many titles she is bestowed upon once she marries Eönwë is the title of Validem (=my Valide). That's a title that belongs to Varda as well and that's what the Maiar call her. Just like Varda, she is everyone's mother now. So, Validem is the title and Valide is Mother or Mom.

Please, don't forget to send in more fic requests so that I can develop these points and get the hang of them before I actually start the rewrite! I feel like there's nothing worse than setting one's mind onto a new course and then falling back into old habits. Send in anything! Especially Dol Amroth content (yes, I'm currently obsessed with Dol Amroth and I feel like my obsession won't be subsiding anytime soon. Not going to lie a fic with Enna and Erchirion and maybe even Iorlas would be great. I came up with this thing that they're close and now I need to develop it. I might even introduce their daughter 🫢 she might be Erchirion's daughter and then Iorlas adopts her.

Plot twist: Elendil survives his assassination attempt and Erchiriorlas' daughter (her name is Ellerian) marries him.

Maybe they don't get married because he dies anyway, but they have a brief romance. He may pull an Aragorn because he feels guilty of something or he feels like he's betraying Enna or whatever.

About Erchiriorlas...family drama in Dol Amroth or should I just have them conduct a secret affair and they become public after Imrahil dies? Or Erchirion doesn't really care what his dad thinks and does what he wants? It'd be a first in my writing. Erchirion is not Imrahil's heir anyway, so I suppose he's sort of allowed to do whatever he wants? Ugh. Decisions, decisions, decisions.

And don't forget to dm me or send asks if you want to know more (also, about the asks in my box...I'll try to answer them all by the end of the year.

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