#KINDA ASHAMED TO TAG THAT

[writerquil]

when I go to a ship page for shits and giggles and so I can laugh and internally pick fun at it only to start shipping it myself

[mistymisfit]

Hounds of love

Summary: Jason wakes up from a bad dream, lucky for him he's got you to make him feel better. Based on the song Hounds of love by Kate Bush (and that post I made in april)

warnings: hurt/comfort, established relationship ,I think it's gender neutral but lmk if I missed anything.

wc: 1,5k

a/n: sorry for the --summarized-- psychoanalysis class lol (this has been in my drafts since april idk why I didn't post sooner)

Jason had always yearned for love, any type of love he could get. Ever since he was a child, afraid and hiding in the dark cold streets of Gotham, he's always wanted to be loved- to be so full of love he wouldn't be able to take it anymore. But he's always been a coward, every time someone would get close enough he'd start fighting it, self-sabotaging as if he subconsciously knew he did not deserve it. His own father, his mom, his stepmother, Bruce, he'd been let down time and time again by the adults in his life supposed to protect him. If they couldn't give him what he wanted, love him, who could?

The dread, or rather the certainty he had over being unlovable shadowed over him, as much as he tried to push it down and pretend he didn't need it. His own biological parents left him, they never wanted him. The very people who were supposed to love him, he was their son. They brought him into this world, it was their responsibility. Then he'd say he didn't even like Bruce to begin with, who cares if he chose to adopt him? Who cared if he looked up to him so dearly once as a child? He had died under his care, Jason had almost everything he wanted and went ahead and ruined it-- all because he was too afraid to accept it, because he was too stubborn. You just had to go after him on your own, he'd blame himself.

Now he keeps having this recurring dream; he's being chased by something in some woods, and he keeps running. He wants to ask for help, he really does but his mouth won't open. Then he gets to a lake, takes his shoes off, throws them in the lake and takes two steps on the water. Some days that does it, he feels like the thing is no longer chasing him. But most days he wakes up before he can feel he's lost the thing chasing him.

Tonight he's holding a wounded fox in his hands, attacked by bigger animals, in the midst of escaping. The poor thing looks at him with kind, almost human, eyes. He feels its little heart pounding fast on its chest, the little animal feels familiar. He knows this fox from somewhere else. How else would it let him hold it? Why else would he stop running, too guilty to leave it alone? He feels ashamed of running away, but he has to. He's too scared to be there, he doesn't know what makes him so afraid to leave the poor animal on its own. None of this was real, there was nothing following him, he's never seen what's after him. So why couldn't he stay with the fox?

This night he wakes up sweating, agitated and with his heart kicking his ribs. He immediately kicks off the covers, and takes off his shirt when he feels the cotton starts to itch and stick to his skin. He knows he should try to calm himself down before he wakes you up, you had to be up in a few hours.

"Jay?" You slur, barely a whisper.

"Sorry my love," He apologizes, looking back to you rubbing your eyes "I'll go sleep on the couch"

"mmm, stay" you hum, still groggy with sleep but a hand of yours reaches out for him "bed's too cold"

He takes your hand in his before cuddling back next to you under the covers, limbs getting tangled together once again. And before he knows it he's got his head on your chest as you wrap your legs around him to keep him close.

"Where'd your shirt go?" You mumble, hands softly going across the expanse of his back.

"You complaining?" He teases to distract you and it works because you shake your head no with blushed cheeks. His hands sneaked under your clothes to hold you in a way that was almost a tradition now. He'd reach for your skin just to feel you there, to make sure you're safe and next to him and you weren't some hallucination he'd made up in his loneliness. If Jason had to he'd die and come again, crawling out of his coffin if it only meant he'd get to hold you like this one more time.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask

"About what?" He hums, too comfortable in your embrace to even be bothered with remembering what he was so stressed about.

"Why you are awake" There's a beat of silence after the sentence has come out of your mouth. The only thing that can be heard is the city's never-sleeping traffic in the distance. He doesn't want to burden you with something as measly as a dream, so what if it made him wake up in a sweat? It made no sense so he had no reason to be upset.

"Had a bad dream, wasn't really a nightmare..." He confesses after the silence." 's stupid go back to sleep"

"It's not stupid, tell me about it"

"Baby" He sighs, hoping he sounds pissed off enough for you to drop the subject.

"What? A dream can be your subconscious trying to get something you can't when you're awake"

"Mine must hate me"

"It doesn't, but it may want something youre not aware of"

"Since when do you know so much about dreams? Nerd" He teases, nuzzling his head to you. Realizing you're just as stubborn as him, he accepts defeat and tells you about his dream, "There's a thing chasing me and I'm running through some woods"

"What's the thing?" You ask

"I don't know" He scoffs, quick to dismiss it.

"Just think about it," You hike your leg higher up his waist and squeeze him closer to you if it was possible. "how did it feel?"

Tangling himself with you to the point where he can't tell where you end is where he feels like he can be vulnerable. Only when it feels like he might just become one with you he can let his guard completely down. So he sighs and takes a moment to do what you ask. He knows damn well what is after him, he's always known.

"Me, I think," He hides his face even further into your chest."my feelings"

You only hum in response, so he asks "Is it hard to love me?"

Now you understand where the dream came from. The moment he connected the thing chasing him with its meaning awoke an insecurity, something he was trying to keep buried down. So you waste no time in your reply.

"Loving someone has never come easier to me"

He finally lifts his head up, big blue eyes swelling up with tears. He looked so helpless but at the same time so full of devotion for you. He's loved, you love him, so it must mean that he can be. If he's deserving of your love, your selfless and pure love, then he's not unlovable. He kisses your jaw, and then your neck hearing a soft sigh of his name coming out of your lips. Knowing he's handed you his own heart in a silver platter, that he is yours to do as you please, Jason can rest at ease that you'd never harm him.

"Why do you ask?" You don't let yourself get distracted by his kisses.

"It's just that-" He sighs, maybe he can be vulnerable one more time with you. So he fights against the need to push you away and tries to find the right words "Don't think anyone's ever felt that with me, ever"

"Jay, your father became a henchman to provide for you," you point out, holding his face with both of your hands "Catherine raised you like her own, and believe it or not Bruce loves you, even if he's too emotionally constipated to show it"

He scoffs at that last part, blinking away the tears brimming his eyes, which, in your opinion, made them look shiny like a tainted glass panel in a church.

"Your older brother, loves you too, he calls me to see how you're doing every other week 'cause you won't answer him" You continue, "So does Alfred"

"Let's go back to sleep, okay?" He stops you; the sudden reality check is much more than what he could process at the moment. He's been so deep into his own thoughts, what he believed to be truth, that he didn't even bother to see it from a different perspective.

"You didn't even tell me what happened in your dream" You insist with a pout.

"I'll tell you tomorrow, I'm sorry I kept you up"

"I'm not" You smile, giving him a quick peck on the lips. A hand cups your cheek, making the kiss longer. You know that if he was on a better mood he would've said something along the lines of it not being a proper kiss. You giggle against his lips, and Jason just wonders how was he ever able to function without you.

[ganondoodle]

*lies on the ground*

'does it ever get better?' (<- just spent 6 hours of free time trying to draw the blorbos, failing)

i often feel like i shouldnt even show throw away sketches like these as if it would damage my image somehow (like there is one to damage in the first place lol) but then again i think ... i am trying so hard you guys, it just only works out like 10% of the time, i so wish i had more to show

[trashiiplant]

I enjoy him

[lazleylazarus]

if i saw them irl, i'd be terrified

[cinnamelle]

say my name three times in a row 🪲🪲🪲

[tireddovahkiin]

Rrrrgh I'm having such a love fever right now, and I feel incredibly overwhelmed with it (in a very good way)... My beautiful wife and husband, oh how I adore them so fucking much

I know I don't gush that often bc im shy SHUDDUP SHGDHJSGD but I wanna say sosososo much things all the time, I would write a damn essay for these two beauties omfg AAAAAAAA (and not just for them but for every f/o I hold dear to my heart)

LOOK AT THEM. LOOK👏. AT👏. THEM👏. MY SWEETHEARTS. MINE MINE MINE 🥺🤧❤❤❤❤ OUUUUUGH kissing them sloppy style 'till we're all collective blushing mess

I fucking love being bi and poly YYYEAAAHHHH

AND I FUCKING LOVE RAIDEN AND ROSEMARY YALL

[shinji-hibiki]

horrible mashup that will instantly transport you to a darker time in your life if you were a weeb in the early-mid 2010s

[kosssich]

hazbin birds of prey au, when Vaggie has real food for the first time, is she suspicious of charlie trying to poison her or anything? and when she sees a rat in the hotel, does she try to catch it?

Well, Vaggie is not suspicious of poisoning, that’s for sure. She just doesn’t think that Charlie, after spending so much time and effort helping Vaggie heal would just threw it away by poisoning her. But she is wary…I mean it’s Hell bruh, the most unsanitary place she has ever seen. Who knows, what if she gets salmonella or smth

As for the rat situation, Vaggie is probably the most humane exorcist out of all, so she doesn’t really act like an animal that much. Besides, with no wings and only one eye, she could never catch it, so it’s pointless (besides, with worse eyesight she probably doesn’t even see the rats running around, only hear them)

[pup-pee]

he wouldve saved every1 on titanic

[heliosphere-underthesky]

For the Dwarf Planet’s, what are their opinion’s on Dungeon’s and Dragon’s?

(I watched Solar Balls and I thought it was funny with the Dwarf planet’s playing dungeons and dwarf planets.)

Yeah, it was pretty funny they're all a bunch of nerds in that aspect. I find their dynamics so wholesome and relatable! Here's what my dwarf planets think of it.

Pluto: Give me some more time to come up with a good campaign. (likely class: wizard or sorcerer)

Ceres: Huh... I never played it. But I'm willing to learn! (likely class: ranger... or paladin)

Haumea: (after hearing the others speak extensively about it) I don't understand a word you're all saying! Please stop talkingggg! (likely class if she'd be willing to learn: bard)

Makemake: I'm making some cool sets of dice if you want some! Just a fair warning, they're not edible. Nor are they edibles. (likely class: cleric)

Eris: Up for another round? Let's do this. (likely class: rogue or monk)

[heartbunnymoth]

hes taking a nap

[stormyoceans]

What if🤡

https://x.com/luviltae/status/1859842505963188518

INSIDE OF ME THERE ARE TWO WOLVES: ONE OF THEM IS NOW FULLY CONVINCED THAT WE’RE GONNA GET JIMMYSEA AS INTHU AND THAPFAH FOR THE FORTUNE TELLER NOVEL ADAPTATION DIRECTED BY P’AOF AND JIMMYSEA + FORCEBOOK FOR A MORE ‘GEN’ (?) SERIES DIRECTED BY P’DOME AND IS NOW PROCEEDING TO RECREATE THE ISABELLE ADJANI'S TUNNEL SCENE FROM POSSESSION. THE OTHER IS JESSICA LANGE IN AMERICAN HORROR STORY GOING ‘THERE’S NOT GONNA BE A NEW JIMMYSEA SERIES LET ALONE TWO YOU STUPID CLOWN’

BOTH OF THEM ARE SHAKING LIKE A CHIHUAHUA IN A SNOWSTORM JUST SHITTING YELLING CRYING THROWING UP BLOOD BITING BARKING LEVITATING SPINNING COUNTERCLOCKWISE ON THE CEILING KICKING SCREECHING AT THIS RATE IM REALLY GONNA BE FOLLOWING GMMTV 2025 FROM THE PSYCH WARD BECAUSE. WHAT IF INDEED 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

[matchasantea]

OK SO EVEN IN ARCADIA RELEASED NEARLY 2 HOURS AGO. SO WHAT DO I

A TOTALLY REASONABLE PERSON

DO?

IM GONNA STAY UP AND LISTEN TO IT. THING IS, VESSEL SLEEP TOKEN WENT FUCKING

H A R D

ON THE LYRICS FOR EVEN IN ARCADIA

AND SO I HAD TO PAUSE THE SONG. RECOVER. AND THEN DRAW THIS WHILE LISTENING TO TBE REST OF THE ALBUM

SIR HOW DARE YOU SING SUCH A BANGER LINE AND REFUSE TO ELABORATE.

[i-am-dumb]

Shadow Milk cookie but he's a shitty doodle in panit done on a shitty school computer

[lady-caden]

Tbh i think I'm aro/ace and maybe that's why relationships are so whatever for me and that's why I have a hard time telling between platonic vs romantic. Or at least I'm somewhere on the aro/ace spectrum