#maybe i'll make a fic of this...

[sinsmockingbird]

Been absolutely obsessed with the idea of a Beauty and the Beast!AU with Zoya because of @sea-lanterns. Zoya being Beast while your Belle has me rolling around on the ground from giddiness. There's a few specific scenes that I keep thinking about with her.

Imagine Zoya saving you from a pack of wolves. She's relentless and feral as she tries to scare them animals away, keeping her huge body between you and them. She's obviously injured, and once the pack is driven away, the extent of her injuries finally hit her as well as a wave of exhaustion. She collapses onto the snowy ground, her massive form breathing heavily as her adrenaline wears off.

You're half tempted to just leave her because, after all, this is your chance to escape, no? But you don't, because how can you leave this beast of a woman like this after she saved you. So, with the little strength you have, you try to haul Zoya up to her feet. It's difficult, but she tries her best to help you by moving, just until you get her on the back of your horse.

You take her back to her castle, and there you tend to her wounds. She makes a fuss about being fine despite the blood crusted on her fur and the deep gashes and bites that litter her large form. You, of course, talk back, something that she finds quite attractive, not that she'd voice it out loud. Despite Zoya's fussing, it's the first time you both have had a moment like this, hinting to the love just beginning to blossom.

After that, you both spend more time together, and the situation slowly turns from you being a "prisoner" to a welcomed guest within the castle. Because of the clear love beginning to blossom, Earl and other Legion members (who are our lovable living furniture) begin to orchestra a night filled romance for you both.

The first time you came walking down the grand staircase, all dressed up was the first time that Zoya was speechless. She took your hand in her large one, complimenting the way you look while leading you to the ballroom. You both find yourself dancing, and for the first time, you both allow yourself to soak in the love you both have found for the other.

[stemmmm]

FINALLY the part 2 of my Theseus' Guide chapter 8 animatic is done!

maybe i merge the two later, but for now, part 1 is right here

[shouyuus]

lifehack for fic readers who don't know what to comment on fics -- if you just like copy-paste like... 2 lines that u liked in the fic u just read and comment that with the simple prequel of like "i rly liked these lines" ???? brother.

the way a fic writer would CARVE THEIR OWN HEART OUT and MAIL IT TO YOU FEDEX EXPRESS.

[1-marigold-1]

When your best friend is a bilblically accurate angel

They are all in the same situation guys (Yes I headcannon Pix as a watcher, since the Empires x Hermitcraft crossover hghgh)

They are three stages of one expierience

Mumbo: confused, shocked, kinda uncomfortable when around Grian in his full form, starts getting used to it

Impulse: Used to it

Sloy: Literally. Doesn't care. "You're a watcher? Cool."

Also this meme

That's the vibes I get from them

Ngl "My best friend is a biblically accurate angel" sounds like a good movie/book title

[getindumdums]

I finally binge read "Fuck It, We Barn", and HAD to draw something from chapter 10. There were so many to CHOOSE- but this one I could get out. (I referenced my Usagi design for this-)

LOVED, everything about it- Jr-Usagi-Jei-THEM- Please update-

@butterfilledpockets

[kedreeva]

OC Askbox Game

I'm avoiding writing and you probably are too, so let's at least think about our characters while we do it.

You know the drill- send me a number (ONE number, you can come back for more) and I'll answer for an OC of your choice (if you know their name) or my choice (if you don't know their name). Feel free to name some of your OCs in the tags of your reblog, if you want to be asked about them.

How did you choose their name?

Were they created for the story, or was the story created for them?

Do they have a love interest, and was that their choice or yours?

Do they have a best friend? If so, how did they meet? If not, have they ever/why never?

Did they have a pet as a child?

What catalyzed their introduction to the plot?

What attribute of them (some facet of their personality, their history, their look, or whatever etc) would you find most important to somehow preserve if they were transplanted to an AU fanfic?

If your character's financial situation were to suddenly flip (someone poor becoming rich, someone rich becoming poor, etc), how well would they handle it? What would be the first thing they would do?

If your character could have handed their role in the plot to someone else, would they have?

Free Space #1: Which of your OCs would be most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse? Which would die immediately?

Does your character have a pet peeve?

Has your character committed any crimes (per their universe's laws)? If not, which crime would your character most likely commit?

Who is your character's closest (by relation, fondness, or distance) blood relative?

How does your character feel about riding horses (or your world's closest approximation of a horse if it lacks horses)?

Is your character's first instinct fight or flight? Is there something that could force them to do the opposite?

What is your character's favorite leisure activity?

Is your character holding any grudges? Are they likely to stop?

If your character were trapped on a deserted island, what three things would they want to have with them? Which person would they absolutely hate to be trapped there with? Which person would they enjoy being trapped there with?

Does your character have any health issues, whether they're aware of them or not?

Free Space #2: Which of your OCs would you most like to meet in person, if they could become real (or you could visit them) for a day?

Final Question: Ask me your own question about my OC

Remember: play nice! Send an ask to the person you reblogged this from, and try to send a few to folks that reblog from you!

[preblacksmith20]

Two + One

pairing: landoscar x reader

genre: breakup reconciliation, they'll be fine I swear

content: Without knowing, your boyfriends breakup with you on the same day. You haven't seen or spoken to either of them in six months until you run into Lando. When things start clicking, Lando finally reaches out to Oscar and they both realize their mistake.

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You stared at the street; your hands clenched by your sides. It wasn’t the leaving that bothered you as much as it was the returning. You could leave with everything you had but return with nothing. That’s what had echoed in your head before the night even began. And now, shaking in the alley, you felt justified.

Your therapist said those thoughts could be steered towards a more productive end. But she hadn’t been dumped out of the blue by both her boyfriends - on the same day.

Your boyfriends had been everything to you. You had loved them with your whole heart, fiercely and passionately. They had loved you in the same manner just with different ways of showing it. Lando always held you tightly when you returned from work, his hands framing your face easily. Oscar stayed up late just to keep you company while you read some new manuscripts. Lando prepared tea for both of you - kissing you both as he went to stream. Oscar bought you chocolates so you could taste test them after dinner.

They had loved each other. Oscar always trying to get Lando to eat a normal and healthy breakfast - or any meal some weekends. Lando always made sure to ask Oscar about his favorite music - finding ways to add the most obscure orchestra piece to a new dj set. They knew exactly which muscles the other one needed massaging - even if you were the one that did most of the actual massaging.

But, and you still blamed yourself for not seeing it sooner, they loved racing more. It was in their blood; it was their dreams. Time passed effortlessly on the track for them. Every second spent on their passion was worth it. That was the one thing they couldn’t live without.

Tragically, racing didn’t always love them back. It took their hearts and ripped it up. It took their souls, covered them in fuel, and lit a match. And your boys were happy to watch themselves burn. All in the name of racing.

Fruitlessly, you wondered if things would have been different if the team, the media, and the fans hadn’t pitted them against each other. Or if it had rained a little less. Or a little more. If someone else had crashed, at least a safety car would have been called.

But no. That wasn’t their fate. It wasn’t your fate.

So now you had to mentally build yourself up every time you got out of bed - a feat that had seemed impossible six months ago. You dressed, went to work, and survived. Things were better - you had told your sister. You weren’t lying, but you weren’t being as vulnerable as your therapist wanted. There were just less horrible days and more normal days. The joyous and warm days felt like so long ago.

The nightmares didn’t help.

You dreamt he couldn’t get out. You dreamt it was both of them in the car. You dreamt it was you flipping the car over and over again. The flames burnt your skin, they hurt your body. You would wake up screaming, crying, or just staring blankly at the ceiling.

So, you worked. You poured everything you had into your job - hoping if you gave it as much as the boys gave racing, it would feel like love. It would feel like something. Anything. Anything but the overwhelming black hole in your chest.

Seeing Lando at the club felt like a cruel prank. As if the world hadn’t done enough to use this man to torment your heart, it deposited him in your life as you were beginning to heal. On a friend’s bachelorette party, no less.

You had seen him across the club, nestled safely in a VIP section. The distance was more than enough, and he hadn’t seen you, but it was like all the air had been sucked from the room. He was sitting in some lounge with a girl seated next to him, beautiful as if made from starlight, and a guy standing in front of him, lean and dangerous as if molded from the god of War himself. It was outer body. It was like you were seeing a different timeline play out. It was everything you had missed and lost. It set your body on fire.

Gesturing to your friends, you stepped out into the fresh night air – or fresher than the inside. The cooler air hit your lungs like ice, and you took a deep breath.

It’s fine. It’s fine. You’re fine. Inhale. Exhale. He’s moved on. It’s time to accept that.

But you didn’t feel fine. You felt like you were back six months ago hearing him tell you he was leaving – that he couldn’t do it anymore. You were shocked, but you still understood why he felt that way. Secretly, you knew it would be fine. You would all be back together. He just needs space, you told yourself.

Then Oscar had wanted to talk.

Inhale. Exhale. You are fine.

He didn’t see you. You could get through the night. You go to step back into the walkway when a body collides with your own. Jostled, you fall back a step. Cautious hands instinctively reach out and steady you.

Lando had in fact seen you. And from the flush on his cheeks, he had run to catch you.

You step back out of his hold, and he lets his hands fall to his side.

“Hey.” He started to raise his hand and thought better of it. “There you are.”

You stare at him blankly for a long time. Enough for him to look away awkwardly and clear his throat.

“How have you been?” He asks, voice cracking. You glance up to see pain evident on his face. He always wore his emotions on his sleeves - something you loved about him.

“Better.” You answer honestly, your traitorous heart squeezing as he winces. “You? How’s your wrist?”

“Same.” He nods. Looking down at his wrist, he clenches his fist and rotates it. His voice is almost a whisper. “Healed. Thanks for asking.”

He opens his mouth, closes it, and looks away. After a soft exhale, he looks back at you. Tentative. “How’s Osc?”

You would have been better if he had just shot you through the chest. It would have hurt less. But you reacted as if he had, your pain bleeding over your chest and splattering on the walls.

“‘How’s Oscar?’ You’re going to ask me that? Really?” Your voice is too high, you sound like someone wrapped their hands around your neck. “How f***ing dare you.”

Lando jumps at your outburst. Now it’s his turn to look like he’s been shot. His brow comes together. “What? I hadn’t talked-,”

“You both left me.” You snap, so much for the therapy because this pain and anger feels enormous. Stepping forward, bold in your anger, you stab a finger at his chest. “You don’t get to ask me how he is doing. Breaking up with me - fine. I can put those pieces together one day, but let’s not pretend we are all on speaking terms.”

Lando’s brow somehow gets even closer. “What are you talking about?” His voice softens. “Wait, I didn’t-,”

“Please just leave me alone, Lando.” You plead, a stray tear trickling down your cheek. You hastily wipe it away. You push past him and walk down the street. He’s smart enough not to follow you. When you get back to the hotel, you text your friend you’re not feeling well – a truth – and cry in the shower.

—-

Later that night, Lando calls Oscar for the first time in six months. When Oscar doesn’t answer, Lando never expected him to, he calls again. No answer. Lando sends him a text.

emergency sos

pick up

“Lando what the hell do you want?” Is how Oscar greets him on the fifth try. He sounds tired. Lando checks the clock and does the time math. Oscar had to have been sleeping. He wants to feel bad but can’t, not when the feeling of guilt and fear are strangling him.

“Did you and her break up?” Lando asks, he can’t give him a second to delay.

“What the f*** are you talking about? Is this why you called?” Oscar snaps. “I’m going back to bed. Don’t call me.”

“Wait wait wait,” Lando pleads. “I’m asking because I broke up with her. Six months ago.”

Silence.

Lando checks and sees Oscar hasn’t hung up yet.

“Osc, please. Tell me you didn’t break up with her.”

He hears Oscar curse. “Yeah, I did.”

Lando covers his mouth to keep from screaming. “Osc, please tell me it wasn’t after Bahrain.”

“It was.” Oscar’s voice is barely a whisper. Lando barely hears it over his heart pounding. “Lando, did you-,”

“Yeah.” Lando sighs, running his hand through his curls. “I just spoke to her-,”

“Oh god,” Oscar’s voice sounds clearer, and he sits up. “That’s why she acted that way when we broke up. Is she okay?”

Lando thought back to their meeting. Her smaller frame. The hurt. The way she had flinched away from his touch, from him.

“Would you be?” Lando asks knowing Oscar will get it. Lando had been inconsolable after the breakup. He hadn’t been able to sleep leading up to the conversation. Afterwards, you had spoken so softly and told him to get some sleep. You didn’t patronize him or try to talk him off the ledge. You just gently lowered him back down.

He slept like a baby only to wake in the nightmare.

“No, I wouldn’t.” Oscar says and the weariness in his voice sounds independent to him being woken up at an ungodly hour. “I had no idea – I mean I should have guessed from how the breakup went, but I couldn’t fathom you would have done the same thing.”

“Pair of idiots, we are huh?” Lando tries to lighten the mood, but it falls flat when Oscar says.

“We weren’t always.”

“If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have called.” Lando admits. He doesn’t know why he needs to say it. Maybe it creates space. Maybe, just maybe, Oscar will hear the remorse in that sentence. “I just figured you should know since, ya know, you loved her.”

“I loved you both.” Oscar’s yawn stops halfway, his brain catching up to what he said.

“How could you not?” Lando replied instantly, it was how he always responded to Oscar saying that. Except they didn’t use past tense back then. It was present, full-force, overwhelming love.

Silence.

“I’ll let you go Osc..Oscar.” Lando says softly, not wanting the conversation to end. It’s the most they’ve said to each other in months. The paddock tense with knifes disguised as words being thrown around. But, Lando realizes, they were both hurting from the same thing. And probably being resentful for something – someone – that was no longer in either of their lives.

“Lando.” Oscar says as Lando’s finger hovers over the red button. “Thanks for calling.”

“Thanks for finally picking up, you muppet.” Lando smiles, hoping Oscar knows he means it gently. He means well. He still misses him.

“Um yeah.” Oscar sounds like he’s about to say something when he coughs. “Anytime. I’ll talk to you later. See you.”

----

You thought you were in the clear when your doorbell rang. You had gone home and put the incident in a box in your thoughts. You put Lando’s confusion away. You tucked it away nice and neat next to your breakup.

You open the door ready to tear into your comfort dinner when two figures stare back at you. One of which is holding your dinner in his hands – looking into the to-go bag with mild curiosity. His curls the only part of him you can see – but you know who it is. The other snatches the bag away.

“What are you doing?” Oscar snaps at Lando. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed but you do. The angry words the two had exchanged leading up to the breakup aren’t there. He sounds more amused than angry. “We are here to talk, not steal her food.”

“Talk about what?” You say. Both of them stare at you. You stare up at them and take them in, thinking maybe this is your Last Supper. A snapshot that captures your final moment surrounded by people you love. Loved.

“You.” Oscar speaks directly, eyes on you for a moment. He gestures to the two of them, standing together on the other side of the threshold. “Us.”

“And how stupid we’ve been.” Lando adds, hand squeezing his neck.

You feel like you’re back in one of your nightmares. Everything perfect. Until it isn’t, you think bitterly. But it’s them, the part of you that loves them wholeheartedly whispers, they’re home, just like you hoped.

“Fine.” You give a little but cross your arms and jut your chin. “But you can do it from out there.”

“It’s actually a really long story.” Lando looks between the two of you, catching Oscar’s glare. “What? Am I wrong?”

“No.” Oscar admits. He gives you a look. “But I’m sure we can give just a small run down from here first.”

“Go ahead.” You hold yourself tighter.

“Oh, easy.” Lando cracks his knuckles. “I’ve got this. We were pissed for the same reasons. Blamed each other for the crash and how the other one handled it with the media. We were making the relationship shit. We both decided to leave to try and preserve the other two’s happiness. Didn’t coordinate. We both thought the other one was pissed at us for hurting the relationship, not realizing we were both nuking you in the process. Did I miss anything?”

“Nice.” Oscar rolls his eyes, but there is a small smile, as if he missed this too. “Lando called me after you two ran into one another. We both talked to the race engineers, rewatched the on-boards, listened to the radios, and explained our statements to the media. The team essentially let us cannibalize ourselves – our relationship – by letting the other believe the other had done it all intentionally.”

“Why didn’t you do this before?” You asked, the easiest question burning your stomach. “I feel like you could have dodged most of this if you had talked to me! Or each other!”

“I don’t think either of us had watched anything beside the outside sources. I know I was too mad. I was caught up in it and Mclaren only fueled it.” Oscar sighs. “Until Lando called.”

“Darling,” Lando begins, eyes somber. “I’m so sorry. We are so sorry.”

They both blinked and you had thrown your arms around them both, crushing them closer to you. Having them close again, it felt like home. Your heart still hurt, you were still mad, angry, and deeply aching. But you didn’t want another second to go by where you didn’t get to hold them.

“You are not forgiven.” You say, tears streaking down your cheek. Both of their arms come to pull you closer. Oscar passing the food to Lando behind your back so he can put it on the window ledge. “I’m still so mad.”

Oscar looks at Lando and thinks about the second call they had in six months. Lando had called him at an appropriate time thankfully. It wasn’t as tense now that they were on the same page. Weird, but not combative. It was a start. There had been cursing, but also a promise. A shared mission.

---

To no one’s surprise, you cave. You let them come inside and take up their favorite spots on the couch. They don’t get to have any of your food – a small penance – but they make do. It’s weird when they sit on the couch. You had avoided using it for so long. Without them, it felt like an ocean.

None of you know what to do. How do you restart this again? Do you restart?

“I don’t think you should date either of us during the season.” Lando says over some noodles Oscar had heated up and shoved into his hands. “No don’t give me that look, Osc. I also don’t think you and I should date during the season.”

At some point, you fall asleep to the two of them finding a master plan. You think back to the tense evenings you had all spent before your relationships crumbled. No one was happy. No conversation productive. So, you all chose silence. It was easier. It was corrosive.

Piastri has gone off the line. Oh my god, he’s off the track. The turns. God someone get the safety team out. Can we see him? He’s not coming out. What’s going on down there? So sorry to the viewers.

You are somehow on the track. You’re running to the burning wreckage. Screaming his name. Nothing comes from your voice, but you’re sure if you get it out, he will be fine. You just have to reach him, and he will be fine. Faster and further. The car is somehow further away.

Your eyes fly open. Your hand clasped on your chest. Thankfully, the room is quiet.

How did I get on the couch? You think, a thick cloud over your head. Putting your head in your hands, you exhale. Getting up from the couch you stumble to the back door and push it open.

Staring out at the night sky, you try to shake the images from your head. That had been one of the worst parts of the breakup. You couldn’t tell anyone that crash still haunted your dreams. The two people you wanted to talk to most about it had made it clear they didn’t want you in their lives. It ate away at you.

“You okay?” Warm arms wrap around you and a kiss lands on your cheek.

Both you and the other body freeze. The night comes rushing back to you. Oscar’s eyes widen as he realizes what’s happening. He had been caught up in his own dream, waking to see you rather distraught walking out the door, and instinctively followed you – think he was still very much dreaming. How could he not? You were back in his life – the one thing he had been wishing for for months.

Your dream has you in a vice grip. But Oscar is okay. He’s in front of you. Before you realize what is happening, your hands are in his shirt and you’re pulling him close, crashing your lips to his with a soft, “Oscar.”

[lenabobina]

1989 — Deutsche Demokratische Republik (x)

[unknownhyperial]

But the prey won’t be caught twice.

You guys ever read Prince of a Thousand Enemies on AO3? I have and I love that fic series. Decided to draw something based off of a section in the first story. If you're able to handle heavy topics and like Jax I suggest checking the story out. :]

[amogus-real-not-clickbait]

part 1 of a little comic / art sequence that i've been working on! :D it's part tribute, part experimenting with brushes n colors and trying new thingz :]

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and thus continues my endless quest of spreading the carrot fics like a plague! if you've seen my art floating around you probs already figured that this au holds a very special place in my heart, forever and always!!

if you haven't heard of it, it's a fic series by @crowned-ladybug called carrot soup!! it made me wish i could speak colors and i need more people to share my struggle xd

go check it out if you're into sweet voice lore and qpr level gayness and just wanna feel warm and soft and warm (hurt/comfort my beloved) <333 there are some heavier themes cos everyone's traumatized but they're working through it! be sure to check the tags and stay safe! <3

[italyveneziano]

Obsessed with what America and England have going on in HetaOni. America's like "I keep having to watch my dad die from overusing his magic in past timelines and not knowing how to stop it is killing me inside but I'm not going to talk to him about it" and England's like "I can't seem to hold a conversation with my son without insulting him but I won't hesitate to use my dying breath to ensure I can protect him from beyond the grave"

[hokusu]

#dabihawks Hawks, who spends so little time online and socializing when he flits from one heroic duty to the next, he doesn't understand any of the hip young slang that fills the streets... and Dabi just happens to live chronically online.

//

dabi: damn birdie, saw the hero billboards last night... the way you called them all out and flaunted your ratings, endeavors never looked stupider 👏👏

dabi: you ate and left no crumbs

hawks: what crumbs? ugh i haven't eaten anything today

... 

h: just saw the most embarrassing stunt at the hero gala 

d: spill the tea

h: um ok? 

h: not sure they have tea, but would wine work? 

d: what

h: [sends an image of spilled wine on the red carpet, the dark stain making its way across the floors, a feather in the backround resting innocently against the tablecloth] 

...

d: [sends an article of a headline: Pro-hero Hawks caught red-handed, forgetting to pay for lunch] 

d: you really are in your villain era huh?

h: pretty sure we've been in the same era for the past hundreds of years, hot stuff 

h: and hey! in my defense I was distracted by your text, they just love to make a big scandal out of nothing 

... 

d: if shigaraki ghosts me one more time I'm never answering a msg from him again 

h: woah ...is that like part of his quirk? being a ghost? 

d: wtf are you on

...

d: got the plan down yet? 

h: give me a few more hours 

d: a'ight, I'll let you cook

h: um, is this a safe space for me to admit I've never cooked a day in my life? 

[three hours later, Hawks sends his detailed plan for their upcoming ambush] 

d: straight fire

h: there's no fire involved the plan

... 

d: swear to god everyone in the league needs to go touch some grass

h: oh my god I know you guys are on the run, but they never touched grass before? 

... 

h: this line was made for you lol

[image of Hawks posing before a mirror, golden locks all spiked up with a smirk on his face as he sticks out a tongue. He's got some grunge black band tee on and a too-tight black ripped jeans, complete with a few chains of silver hanging off his neck and black leather bracelets and rings]

d: 🔥🔥 fuck yeah birdie slayyy

h: I didn't kill anyone

d: forget a snack, you're a whole ass meal

h: is eating ass a meal

... 

d: the new recruit really asked if id give him your number lmao

d: bro really be fucking delulu

h: who's delulu?? Is watching them fuck a kink of yours? 

d: you're fucking sending me

h: sending you where???

... 

h: found a chicken nugget in my pocket, think it's my lucky day

d: christ hawks, you take me out 

h: you want me to take you out???

d: that's not... I mean... is that an offer

d: I wouldn't say no

h: it's a chicken nugget date, hot stuff

[renirae]

Tim Drake and stalking as a love language

I have this idea that Tim has been stalking people as a love language actually years before he ever discovered Robin's identity.

It started when he was six and his parents were visiting. Tim was already being taken care of by a live-in nanny, so he rarely saw his parents - even while in Gotham, they were still usually out of the house, going to galas and dining with important businessmen.

However, one night they actually did stay home, and Tim was so excited to finally spend a day with them before they flew out the next day!! ...Until he learned they were only home because they were having a dinner party.

Now, it was clear that Tim wasn't a part of the guest list; but Janet made the mistake of not telling Tim to go to his room. Instead, she specifically said "Timothy, I don't want to see you for the rest of the night".

Tim, of course, realized the loophole; they weren't allowed to see him, but he could watch them. And as long as he wasn't caught, he'd be following his parents' rules AND spending time with them before they left!

So before the dinner, he found somewhere to hide in the dining room, and he watched his parents the entire night. And it was great! They even talked about him to some of their guests, called him a "smart and independent young man". They'd never said that to Tim's face, but he glowed with pride from the compliment for days after. His strategy had worked perfectly.

For the next few visits he did the same thing. Every time his parents were home but didn't want to see him, he simply watched them instead. It was basically spending time together!

Eventually though, Tim grew older, and visitors to the mansion started to ask why their son was never a part of the dinners. But rather than adding Tim to the guest list, his parents simply stopped ever hosting events.

Tim at this point had already started stalking Batman and Robin, so he had a genius idea; he could follow his parents around Gotham to watch them too!

So yeah, this continued until Janet's death; whenever his parents came to Gotham and went to go, for example, meet a colleague in a restaurant, Tim would find a way to sneak in or otherwise watch over them. Obviously by this age he was now aware just how... not-normal this behaviour was, but it was also basically the only time he ever saw his parents interacting with each other without Tim around. And again, they even sometimes complimented him! He would never have known that if he hadn't kept watching them! So... yeah, no matter how creepy he knew it was, he couldn't convince himself to stop.

Of course, the canon stalking of Batman and Robin continued as well - after Robin switched hands, Tim even sometimes went to Bludhaven to stalk Nightwing around too, although those trips were much more few and far between given the necessary added amount of planning and travel.

That, of course, continued until Jason's death... and then Tim's mother and later his father died too, so you'd think Tim would have nobody else to stalk, right?

...Well, old habits die hard.

Even after getting friends and family, Tim couldn't quite stop himself from stalking them. Perhaps it was because his parents always got annoyed when Tim tried to spend time with them, so he grew paranoid that his new friends and family were the same way - if he was too clingy, they would stop wanting to spend time with him. So if he wanted to see a certain family member but he'd spent time with them too recently, he ended up just hiding and watching them instead. Just like with his parents, he could spend time around them without them getting annoyed at him. It was a win-win!

(Of course, he now lived with a bunch of other stalkers (even if most of them did it for vigilantism reasons and not to their actual friends and family like Tim did), so this couldn't last forever. I imagine they slowly caught on, one by one, and once the entire family was aware they all worked together to stage an intervention.

And since I refuse to write unhappy endings - during the intervention, it takes some prodding, but Tim finally opens up. He tells them about his parents, and admits he stalks people because he's worried he'll be seen as clingy like they did. And after many many reassurances that his parents were wrong and everyone loves him the way he is, they all hug him and have a movie night or something and it's happily ever after :))

[void-of-unparalleled-chaos]

Custody Battle (dpxdc prompt)

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When Jason Todd died, he formed a ghost in the Ghost Zone. Danny Phantom, at this point a good few hundred years old, comes across this tiny, freshly dead ghostling that reminds him a bit too much of himself when he first died. Like any good adult ghost, Danny's core immediately latches onto Jason's as his Son, and bada bing bada boom! Jason now has a ghost dad!

When Jason is resurrected, Danny is in complete distress and immediately goes running across dimensions to figure out where the HELL his baby went. When he finally finds him, Jason is no longer a scrawny little thing but a gigantic brick house of a crime lord with his very own haunt. They grow up so fast!

Jason apparently also has a ton of siblings. It doesn't matter that they aren't ghosts, Danny has decided that he is now the father of all the batkids. Cool! The only problem is... Batman.

What proceeds is the world's weirdest passive-aggressive custody battle as the two compete for the title of Best Dad. The batkids can't decide if Danny and Bruce genuinely despise each other or if they just really, really need to fuck and get the tension over with. Either way, the kids are reaping the rewards.

[little-pondhead]

Danny moved to Gotham.

Freakshow is touring in Gotham.

Freakshow knows Danny is in Gotham.

Danny knows Freakshow is still after him.

Danny's faith in heroes has been shattered.

Danny turns to the only person powerful enough to run Freakshow out of town, hopefully for good.

Danny turns to the Joker for help.

The Joker is looking for a new punching bag sidekick after Harley Quinn left him.

Danny is just the perfect person to be shaped by the Joker's hands.

Danny becomes the new Joker Junior.

[tastytoastz]

idk if you have a twitter but @/tobyvul made fanart for your merfolk au :D

I have twitter but i'm just a lurker there/ I don't use it much (i find twitter scary lmao) ! So thank you so much for telling me! :D