#you can request i draw for other series/fandoms too

[vxnillabxn]

hey! can i request an x reader with all of the li’s (or just caleb if all 5 are too much ;;) abt an mc who is a bit embarrassed abt having ‘nerdy’ or ‘weird’ hobbies (anime, figures, otome games, etc.)? i’m into lots of those things like many other people in the fandom, but i’ve only recently become more embarrassed abt them TT

love your writing as always 💕💕

𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x nerdy gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚embrace whatever makes you happy! (as long as it doesn't hurt others ofc) ᵎᵎ also, i'm not sure if the word "nerdy" is considered bad... at least i use it all the time to describe myself, so uh, if it is, i'm deeply sorry! ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ i added some cute ideas of how they would share those hobbies, too! hope you like it, and thanks for the fun request, pumpkin~ ♡

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he's a nerd. you can't look at him and tell me he isn't. he is obsessed with planes, he will rant about them nonstop, he even has a collection of plane models, okay?

﹙♡﹚so, if you collect figurines, or have posters, dolls or even plushies of your favorite shows, animes or games, he won't mind at all. in fact, he won't get why you feel embarrassed about your favorite stuff!

﹙♡﹚he will ask what you're currently watching, and he will catch up just so you have someone to talk about it with, because he wants to understand why you like something so much, and he loves seeing your eyes lighting up.

﹙♡﹚and yes… even if you're 700+ episodes in, he'll binge-watch them and then talk to you, but don't you dare show him any spoilers, or he'll likely do the same with shows he knows you haven't watched yet.

﹙♡﹚he would actually love to have lazy days with you, just watching or rewatching animes or series with you, because seeing you so entertained and happy makes him happy too.

﹙♡﹚if you are into cosplaying, you can bet he'll ask for a couple cosplay. he gets to be the big, tough character, though, only to show off his biceps.

﹙♡﹚if you feel shy about admitting your favorite shows, games or comics to other people, he'll chime in and talk about his nerdy likes first, so you too feel reassured to share.

﹙♡﹚do be careful around otome games, though… he'll find out about them, and he won't be thrilled, especially since you literally have him? right there? not on your screen? pipsqueak please—

﹙♡﹚if you do play them, however, expect him to be looking and clenching his jaw, talking about how corny the characters are, and how he's sooooo much better.

﹙♡﹚—he'll celebrate with you if you get SSR+ cards, though, especially if he sees you spending lots for it… but act blind. you didn't see anything.—

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚oh man. even if you try to hide your hobbies or favorite things from him, he'll find out. he'll want to know what makes you smile so much, what makes you squeal, cry, scream… let him in!

﹙♡﹚i feel he wouldn't understand the hype at first… unless he sees the artwork or if you accidentally show him the art forums. if he understands the vision, the colors, the animation/drawing style… then he's in.

﹙♡﹚he's very likely to become famous on patreon for his fanarts, too. make sure to manage his earnings well, hehe. (exploit him if you must)

﹙♡﹚he'll also draw you in different styles, whether you want him to do so with one of your favorite games or one of your favorite animes, he's got you.

﹙♡﹚he'll find himself putting on your favorite shows as he paints as background noise, or have you spoil him about what happens; he loves when you feel reassured and ramble about the things you feel passionate about.

﹙♡﹚and no, he can't wait two seasons to find out the ending, nor will he wait for the manga/spoilers to be leaked online. tell him now, or make up something.

﹙♡﹚also, i know he would adore dressing you up and helping you with your makeup and wigs if you cosplay. he'll go with you to different conventions to help you touch up, and also to help you feel confident. he's such a sweetheart.

﹙♡﹚buuuut, he'd love for you to ask him to cosplay with you! the pictures he would take of the two of you? endless, majestic, museum-worthy.

﹙♡﹚if someone dares shame you for your hobbies, he'll give the shadiest side-eye ever, because what do you mean people are still shaming others to this day…? get a life.

﹙♡﹚do not let him play the same games as you, especially if they are competitive. this fishy boy will not let you rest, and if you win against him or surpass him? you'll face his tantrums for days.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚his attention is piqued when you start hiding your figurines, posters or favorite comics whenever he's around.

﹙♡﹚is there something you don't want him to see? trust me, no genre, game, show or comic you're into will scare him away, nor make him feel like you're ridiculous.

﹙♡﹚he wants to know everything, he wants you to share things with him, even if you feel like he won't like them. —he'll end up being a shoujo fan, i know he would.

﹙♡﹚if you play games until late… he also plays video games, and he doesn't sleep at night, so you quite literally have the perfect partner, and he is very good at playing, too.

﹙♡﹚also, you'll soon become one of those gaming accounts you hate. yeah, those that have all the skins, all the guns, all the cards, all the collectibles… those that are leveled up to the max, and that you just know spent thousands to get there.

﹙♡﹚or even worse; one of those fans that has all the books, all the plushies, all the figurines, posters and even the VA's personalized signatures.

﹙♡﹚because his credit card is yours, and he'll encourage you to spend on games and hobbies with no shame. indulge yourself a little, kitten.

﹙♡﹚he'll also let you have a room for all of your collectibles or mangas/books. display your most precious treasures, sweetie. he'll be proud.

﹙♡﹚if you feel embarrassed about being seen at anime conventions, or any events regarding your favorite things, he'll definitely organize something private for you and your friends to still enjoy without the unnecessary attention.

﹙♡﹚but truly, you don't need to feel embarrassed, not when your boyfriend will happily indulge in what you like, and will always make you accept what makes you happy, unapologetically so.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚baby's an avid reader, just slide a manga or comic into his hands and he'll start reading and looking at the pictures, too.

﹙♡﹚or, print the lore and theories from one of your favorite games and hand them to him. he'll link everything up and, without noticing it, point out the flaws or debunk some fan theories in no time.

﹙♡﹚that is probably the best way to get him into the things you like, without him saying he's too tired to binge-watch or to understand what's going on.

﹙♡﹚he's probably the most calm about your hobbies. he won't understand why you feel embarrassed about them, if they make you feel so happy and distract you from those stressful days.

﹙♡﹚he will, however, throw a fuss about otome games. yes, he's jealous. no, don't laugh at him. what do you mean they can “call” you? and why are characters saying lovey-dovey things through your screen? not on his watch—

﹙♡﹚if you play your cards right, you can get him to play video games with you. especially if they are rpg or medieval-coded.

﹙♡﹚yes, give him those knights, dragons, kings, queens, elves, castles… he'll be in a trance, making sure to skill up aggressively —if he remembers to log in.

﹙♡﹚although, he'll also just enjoy being by your side whenever you are watching, reading or playing something. he'll curl up against you, even if you shift too much, scream, yell or squeal in joy.

﹙♡﹚seeing you being so carefree and happy whenever you do something you genuinely enjoy makes him incredibly happy.

﹙♡﹚so, even when he doesn't necessarily participate as actively as you do in your hobbies, just know you have someone to rant with, and who will always consider them just as valid and important as you do.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚give him some time, okay? he's trying his best to keep up with your hobbies and all the things you like.

﹙♡﹚obviously, he'll smile like a fool whenever he sees you enjoying a show, a game, or if you are actively reading something with so much passion. why are you so cute?

﹙♡﹚but slow down when talking about characters. he is still getting the hang of it, and he is also mentally relating them to their corresponding fandoms.

﹙♡﹚he's totally the type of man to add an “s” to things, like… “is he one of the kaikyuus?” or “is that one your shingekis?” an old man at heart, truly.

﹙♡﹚he remembers every single thing you mention, though, and he'll surprise you by buying some things for you here and there, just so you feel further validated about your likes.

﹙♡﹚during his free time, if you're not there with him, he'll watch a show you like, so he can talk about it when he comes home to you. also, it reminds him of you, and doing something that makes you so happy fills his heart with warmth, sugar, flowers, and everything in between.

﹙♡﹚if you collect figurines or plushies, the man will look up how to keep them clean. he'll use some tools to dust them off, and leave them shiny or good as new.

﹙♡﹚he'll make space for your comics, mangas or books in his bookshelves, and you can definitely fill them up if you must. after all, he only displays important and meaningful books for him, and yours are exactly that.

﹙♡﹚and feel free to decorate his office, too. put posters up, cardboard figures, keychains, drawings, anything.

﹙♡﹚he'll never feel embarrassed to explain that's what his love likes, and therefore, he enjoys it too. no, it's not childish nor embarrassing; it's part of you, and there's nothing about you that he doesn't like.

[dullorangepulp]

im bored and i dont know what to draw. send doodle requests to my askbox so i can stave off my boredom.

its not even my bday i was just searching for random gifs and i found this

[fluentmoviequoter]

Matching Scars

The Bradfords Series Masterlist (Part 7)

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!wife!cop!reader

Summary: While engaged in a high-speed car chase, Tim and Lucy watch as the suspect runs into your shop. As Tim pursues the fleeing driver, he can only think of you and his fear of losing you. The comfort and the scars that follow remind Tim why he fell in love with you.

Warnings: angst, car accident, injuries/scars, fear, nonsexual partial nudity (Tim helps r change clothes), fluff and comfort

Word Count: 3.1k+ words

Masterlist | Tim Bradford Masterlist | Request Info/Fandom List

A heavy hand dragging across your waist pulls you from your sleep. Tim is getting out of bed, his arms stretched above his head when you open your eyes. The expanse of his bare back draws you in, and you press your hand to his lower back as you move toward his side of the bed. You brush your finger over a scar just above his hip bone, the memory of an incident in Afghanistan that lost its power over him when you touched him the first time.

“Morning,” he greets lowly, leaning into your touch.

“Good morning,” you reply. After yawning, you ask, “What time is it?”

“Quarter ‘til four,” he answers.

“Ugh. Better you than me.”

Tim chuckles, shaking against your hand. He was called in for an early shift, and though your schedules are no longer aligned, you’re glad you don’t have to get out of bed yet.

“I’ll make dinner when I get back,” Tim offers, though you suspect he’s finding something to say just so he doesn’t have to leave your side yet.

“Don’t worry about it,” you murmur into the pillow. “I can pick something up. You’ll be tired, if not asleep, by the time I end my shift.”

“See you later?” he asks.

“Of course. Be safe.”

“You, too.”

You’re asleep again by the time Tim returns to kiss your cheek and tell you he loves you. You’ll be at the station in a few hours, and he’ll hear your voice on the radio as always. It doesn’t make leaving you any easier, he thinks as he places a fresh glass of water by your side of the bed and double checks that your favorite drink will be waiting under the Keurig for you when you wake.

“7-Adam-12 responding.”

Tim sighs when he hears you speak over the radio. He’s already getting a little tired, and it’s not even mid-morning. Knowing you’re nearby helps him calm down slightly, something Lucy is sure to appreciate.

“That’s the fifteenth traffic call in less than an hour,” Lucy muses. “I think the phase of the moon is making people act different, drive faster.”

“Chen,” Tim begins, “people speed because they think they’re stupid, not because there’s a waning crescent in the sky.”

 “If that’s what you need to tell yourself.”

“7-Adam-12, requesting Bradford switch to channel 4,” your voice says over the radio.

Tim flips the dial to 4, then lifts the radio toward him. “Bradford, go ahead.”

“Guy I just picked up for going 70 in a 35 says there was some kind of contest,” you say. “Heard anything about that?”

“Contest? To do what?”

“See who- shut up.”

“Bradford?” Tim asks, drawing his brows together.

“Talkative bunch today,” you sigh tiredly, and Tim imagines you scrunching your nose before you continue. “He said someone posted an anonymous message in a chat room promising a Lamborghini to whoever could get the highest speed without getting a ticket.”

“Do you think there’s any merit to that?” Lucy asks Tim.

“If my wife thinks the guy could be trusted, there’s enough merit,” Tim answers. “One of the tools you always have as a cop is your character judgement.”

“I didn’t want to believe him,” you continue, “but he has texts from other people talking about the bet. He insisted on showing them to me… amongst other things.”

Tim rolls his eyes, no longer surprised by the actions of people trying to get out of a ticket or being arrested.

“I haven’t heard anything, but I’ll pass it on to Nell and Angela, see if they’ve got anything,” Tim offers.

“Great,” you answer. “Thank you.”

Tim places the radio back in the console just before a noise disturbance call comes through. It’s been a busy morning, he thinks. Maybe it is the phase of the moon.

“Hey, stranger,” you call, smiling as you wave over the rolled-down window.

“Mom!” Lucy exclaims. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“We need to get coffee soon and catch up,” you tell her. “Ooh, or you could come over and we could do that 24-hour reading challenge you keep sending me.”

“You need to leave my wife alone,” Tim grumbles, leaning toward the wheel to see you.

Your look is enough to make him shake his head and offer a half-hearted apology.

“If you want an invite, just ask,” you joke.

“You want pizza for dinner?” he asks.

“That sounds good,” Lucy interjects.

“Chen,” Tim begins.

“All units, reports of a drunk driver – identified as a male driving a white 2010s Nissan Altima - speeding on West 3rd Street, traveling westbound. Latest call places him east of La Brea,” Nell alerts over the radio.

You and Tim look up simultaneously, similar expressions on your face as you mentally plot a route to intercept the driver.

“What are the odds he’s not drunk and is another one who took the message seriously?” you wonder.

“LAPD posted a bulletin that the guy was a fraud, and the message was taken down,” Tim reminds you.

“People are stupid,” Lucy says, quoting one of Tim’s favourite ways of explaining human behaviour.

“Suspect vehicle turned on Hauser,” another officer adds.

You immediately pull your gear shift down, and Tim is less than a second behind you.

“Go back, I’ll get behind him,” Tim tells you.

Nodding, you press your gas pedal to the floor as you turn on your lights and sirens. You reverse, then turn onto Dunsmuir Avenue. You’ll cross Wilshire, then cut down 8th or 9th Street to cut the suspect off. It will require a lot of speed and impeccable timing, but Tim Bradford is with you, and you trust him more than anyone else in the world.

Lucy notifies dispatch and the other officers in this patrol area that you’re pursuing the car as Tim speeds toward Wilshire behind the suspect car. He slows long enough to ensure that cars will remain stopped, then crosses. Lucy grips the door handle as Tim steers into a wide turn, speeding down 8th Street.

“Tim,” Lucy shouts, moving her hand toward the roof of the car.

He doesn’t have time to hit the brake, doesn’t have time to reach for the radio, doesn’t have time to warn you. As you cross 8th Street, likely planning to cut him off before he could reach Olympic, you don’t see the Altima you’re looking for. The man drives directly into your shop, swerving after his front bumper collides with the tail end of the shop.

Tim slams on the brake as your shop flips. He grips the wheel as the tires squeal, unable to look away as your shop rolls again, slamming down into a front yard after two complete flips across the road.

“He’s bailing,” Tim says suddenly, throwing his door open as the man jumps out of the Nissan and runs north, back toward Wilshire.

Tim’s chest tightens as he runs behind the man. He hears Lucy’s hurried voice through the radio on his belt, hears her footsteps against the pavement behind him. As pain like fire spreads through him, Tim pushes himself to run faster, desperate to stop the man who may have killed you. He needs to go back, get you out of the shop, do everything he can to keep you with him. By the time he catches up with the man, shoving his hands against his shoulders, Tim doesn’t hear Lucy behind him. His radio is filled with overlapping voices as he drops his knee between the man’s kidneys, ignoring his pained yell.

“Shut up!” Tim barks, pushing his hand down onto the man’s upper back before securing the first cuff around his right hand. “That cop you just hit? That’s my wife,” Tim seethes, shifting more of his weight onto the man beneath him. “If you took her from me, this speeding prank will be the least of your worries.”

A patrol car pulls alongside Tim, and the moment the door opens, Tim stands and runs down the road. He barely feels the road beneath him, feeling as if he’s moving through molasses, hyperfocused on your totaled shop littering someone’s front yard. When he slows, approaching the corner, he hears someone crying. The windshield you smile at him through every day is crushed, lying in a mangled mess in the nearest driveway.

An officer looks up at Tim, an expression of sympathy he’s too familiar with on her face.

“Lucy,” Tim whispers, because he can’t bring himself to hear your condition yet.

“She’s right here,” the officer says, gesturing around what’s left of the back of your shop.

Tim holds his breath as he takes the final steps separating him from your seat. Lucy is kneeling on the ground, tears streaming steadily down her face as she holds your hand. You’re lying in the grass, not moving.

Then, just as Tim is thinking about everything he should have said but didn’t, Lucy whispers something. And you laugh, squeezing her hand.

“Where’s Tim?” you ask, a little breathless but otherwise seemingly fine.

“Dad’s probably trying to kill the driver,” Lucy mumbles.

Tim takes another step toward you, then falls to his knees. You open your eyes when you hear him, your gaze softening when you see the fear on his face. Tim doesn’t see any injuries on you, but he moves slowly as he places his hands on you. When you nod, sending tears cascading over your cheeks as your lower lip trembles, Tim doesn’t hesitate.

He pulls you against his chest, raising his hand to cup the back of your head as he cradles you in his arms. Lucy releases your hand before you press your palms to Tim’s uniform shirt.

“I’ve got you,” Tim whispers.

You let all of your feelings in then, not caring that you sob against your husband’s chest. The fear you felt, the uncomfortable sensation produced by adrenaline draining from your system, and the reality of your situation collide in your mind, making you emotional. Tim only holds you tighter, pressing his forehead against your hair as he whispers to you.

When your tears slow, your breathing evens despite the echo of sirens approaching from every direction. Tim removes one arm from you, nodding when you glance up at him.

Lucy takes Tim’s invitation, colliding against his side but careful when she wraps her arm around you. The group hug leads you to sigh shakily, but you cling to your family, as dysfunctional as it is.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Mom,” Lucy whispers. “I’m making whatever you want for dinner tonight. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Lucy,” Tim says with you.

“Wait,” she murmurs, pulling back from the hug to look at Tim. “Can I come over and cook for you both? Check in on everything before I leave?”

“You already invited yourself over, Chen,” he points out. “No point asking permission now.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t keep procedure,” she says. “I should have stayed with you, but I couldn’t stand not knowing, and she was alone.”

“Lucy,” Tim interrupt firmly. “Thank you for checking on her, for getting her out.”

Lucy opens her mouth, then nods. Sergeant Grey slams a car door, leading Lucy to excuse herself from your embrace and approach him. Tim moves his arm down your back, freezing when you hiss in pain.

“Get a medic over here,” Tim demands of a nearby officer.

“I think it’s just a scratch, Tim,” you argue.

He pulls his hand from your back, nodding when he sees there isn’t any blood on his skin. It’s not enough confirmation, though, and he still wants to hear it from someone who knows what they’re looking for. The EMT that jogs over laughs at your insistence that nothing could possibly be wrong.

“Well, you are what we call miraculously unscathed,” he announces after a moment. “Other than a scratch on your lower back that I bandaged, there’s no sign you were in that car. I’d recommend getting a few x-rays and scans to ensure there’s no internal damage, but I see no reason you’d need to be admitted today.”

“Thank you,” Tim says, nodding as the man stands.

He turns toward Grey, who lifts a set of keys from his pocket.

“I took the liberty of driving your truck over. Your bags are still in your lockers, of course, but I thought you’d want a way to leave on your own… no matter what happened,” Grey says. He looks down at you and sighs. “I’m glad you’re okay, kid.”

“Tim would have been insufferable if you weren’t,” Lucy adds, successfully lightening the mood.

You lean away from Tim and take a deep breath, preparing yourself to get up. He clicks his tongue as he moves forward.

“You don’t-“ you begin. Tim cuts you off when he hooks one arm under your knees and wraps the other around your waist. Pushing himself up, he moves effortlessly, holding you against his chest as he moves toward his truck.

“I’ll be by later, Mom,” Lucy calls after you.

You wave as Tim buckles the seatbelt over you. The dozens of officers that have gathered around you stand at attention, saluting you.

“Wait,” you request, lifting your hand to Tim’s chest. “I want a picture with the shop.”

“I know we all have a dark sense of humour, but… are you sure?” Tim checks.

“I walked away from that. Well, I would have if you hadn’t carried me,” you point out. “Please?”

Tim nods and takes your hand as you slide from the seat. The first picture is just you, but then every other officer finds a place around the shop, smiling as an unsuspecting neighbor taps the camera shutter with a shaking hand.

“There’s the station Christmas card,” Grey muses, glancing over Tim’s shoulder to see the photo. “Now go home. Get some rest and keep us updated.”

Tim closes your door, glances at Lucy, and stops.

“Are you okay?” she checks.

Tim pulls Lucy into a hug, whispers, “Thank you,” then steps back and joins you in his truck.

“Are you alright?” Wade asks, watching Lucy stare at her boots.

“I know it was just the relief talking,” she begins, “but that felt like progress. And he let me call him Dad.”

Wade pats her shoulder stiffly. “Don’t get too carried away.”

Tim kneels at your feet the moment the front door closes. He unlaces your boots, tugs them off, and tosses them into the bin by the door before he stands and cups your face in his hands.

“I’m okay,” you promise softly, spreading your fingers over his chest.

Tim nods before he leads you into your bedroom. Carefully, he removes your uniform, leaving you in a t-shirt and your underwear. He’s gentle, reverent, respectful, and quiet.

“Why aren’t you talking?” you ask, your voice tight.

Watching Tim’s back, your concern about the answer shifts, worried that you did something or said something you don’t remember. When your husband turns toward you again, tears have pooled at his waterline, his jaw is clenched tightly, and his hands are gripping his pants so hard his knuckles are white.

“I thought I was going to watch my best friend die today,” he says, looking up when he blinks. “When I got back and everyone was just standing there, not wanting to talk to me, I thought it was too late. I never should have left you, not after watching what happened.”

“Tim,” you sigh, stepping forward to take his hands. “You were doing your job. You did exactly what you were supposed to.”

“You wouldn’t have done it,” he argues, pressing his tongue against his cheek.

“No,” you agree. “But you’ve always been a better cop than me.”

Tim shakes his head, but you tighten your grip on his hands, and he understands your instruction to stop arguing. He kisses your forehead, then pecks your lips.

“Do you want to finish changing?” he asks.

“Please,” you answer, releasing his hands.

Tim lifts your favourite pajama set out of a drawer and sets it on the bed. His fingers find the bottom of your t-shirt before he looks at you, asking for permission to remove it.

“Yeah,” you murmur, familiar with his need for verbal confirmation.

Tim pulls the shirt over your head and throws it over his shoulder, sending it directly into the hamper.

“Show off,” you scoff.

He rolls his eyes, but you see the smile on his face as he pulls the pajama bottoms open. You place one hand on his shoulder for balance as you step one leg in, then the other. Tim pulls the fabric over your hips, spreading his hands over your waist when they’re set where you like them. His finger brushes the bandage on your back before he reaches for your shirt.

“Did you realize it’s in the same place as your scar?” you question. “The scratch?”

“I guess it is,” Tim responds.

You raise your hands to Tim’s jaw and kiss him, not caring that he drops your shirt to the floor so he can hold your waist. You’re both breathless when you pull back, but you keep your hands on his cheeks and hold his gaze.

“Stop blaming yourself,” you demand.

“Yes, ma’am,” Tim whispers, smiling when you close your eyes and scrunch your nose.

Someone rings the doorbell, so Tim opens a drawer and pulls one of your favourite t-shirts out.

“She has an hour,” Tim says as he pulls the shirt carefully over your head.

“Be nice,” you murmur.

“To you,” he agrees, pushing his hand under your shirt to trace the skin around your bandage.

You shiver at his touch, already imagining the inevitable moment when he kisses that spot. Lucy rings the doorbell again, so you separate yourself from Tim and follow him into the living room. He points at the couch, so you take your place there and wait for him to invite Lucy inside.

That’s my best friend, you think as he nods along to Lucy’s rambling as soon as he opens the door.

“Wait, tea?” you ask, interrupting Lucy’s explanation of what she brought. “That sounds amazing.”

Tim assures Lucy he can follow the instructions on the box, leaving you to talk to Lucy. And comfort her, you realize quickly, because she was more scared than she let on when she helped you climb out of the caved-in shop door earlier. Tim walks behind the back of the couch after he finishes making the tea, dropping a kiss to the top of your head before he takes his place beside you.

[akikohanasaki]

If it's ok to request-

Yandere eltingville with reader who makes fan content of their favorite types of media (like ex: edits, animation, ....amvs...) like they find it through YouTube?

I saw the one where Reader can draw and I thought of this scenario lol

Now THIS is original 🤭

Yandere!Eltingville Club x GN!Fancontent Creator!Reader Headcanons

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Jerry Stokes

🗡️ "Gentle Yandere who spirals quietly"

Jerry is the first to stumble on your channel late at night while searching for some obscure anime VHS rip. Your AMV starts playing: beautifully edited, perfectly timed, and—wait. That’s a clip from his favorite bootleg anime from '82? No one talks about that show.

He’s instantly entranced. Not just by the video but by the sheer understanding behind it. You get the tone. You feel what he feels when watching it.

He starts deep-diving into your entire catalog, binge-watching every video you’ve made while writing you long-winded, unsent messages about how incredible your work is.

He fantasizes about you—not even romantically at first. Just the idea of being understood in fandom. Eventually, this quiet admiration twists into obsession.

“They’re so talented… maybe if I reached out? No, they’d never talk to someone like me…”

But he does reach out. Using a throwaway account. It starts with a comment:

"The way you layered this track with the 'Demon Blade' clip was genius. I've never seen it edited so emotionally raw."

It gets lost in your inbox, of course. Jerry notices. Jerry becomes agitated.

He begins collecting clues about you. Pausing videos frame by frame to see any reflections in the screen. Does your voice ever slip in? He starts recognizing your editing style, finding it on other fandoms you never linked.

“That’s them. I know it’s them.”

Jerry doesn’t tell the others. You’re his personal comfort shrine. He daydreams about the two of you watching anime on a couch in the basement, editing together, his arms lightly around you as he helps "correct the render settings."

If someone like Bill ever discovered you and started trashing your editing choices? Jerry would snap. Quietly. Deadly.

“You don’t understand them,” he’d whisper. “You’re ruining everything.”

---

Bill Dickey

💢 "Violent Gatekeeping Yandere"

Oh no. Bill hates your videos when he first stumbles on them.

"Ugh, another poser making AMVs with goddamn Linkin Park and Sailor Moon clips. No understanding of real pacing. These kids wouldn't know an Eisner Award if it bit them."

But he watches. Again. And again. And again.

And then he realizes something. You’re smart. You don’t just make edits, you curate deep lore. Your videos on comic book continuity are flawless. You're citing obscure B-grade villains from the '60s like it's nothing. You corrected some popular YouTuber who misquoted a Crisis timeline—and you were right.

He’s infuriated. Aroused. Addicted.

"They’re the only one worth a damn online. No one else gets it. Everyone else is fake. FAAAAKE!"

Bill starts mentioning you in arguments.

“Actually, ___ broke this down in a three-part series, and if you weren’t too busy drooling over Snyder’s garbage cut, you’d know that!”

His obsession is loud. Possessive. He joins every Discord you're even rumored to be in. He starts flame wars defending your honor—even when you don't want it.

You become a symbol to him. The last real fan. The only person in a rotting fandom worth saving. He prints your YouTube banner and tapes it to his bedroom wall like a shrine. If he found out where you lived, he’d mail you a custom comic he wrote where you two are protagonists, killing fake fans together. (It's not that good believe me)

If someone ever flirted with you online? He’d dox them. No hesitation.

“If I can’t have you as my fandom equal, no one can.”

---

Josh Levy

📼 "Delusional Parasocial Yandere"

Josh doesn’t just watch your videos—he believes you're making them for him.

He discovers your channel while on a sci-fi forum. You posted a Star Trek-themed fan animation, and he went feral.

He immediately assumes you’re the most logical, cultured, and worthy person online. You like his kind of sci-fi? You understand the political subtext of 'Trek '66?? Marriage. Now.

"We’re connected. Spiritually. That edit of Kirk saying goodbye to Spock? That was for me."

Josh creates fake convos between you and him in his head (crazy freak), sometimes even typing out long forum posts as if he’s responding to you—though you never actually spoke.

He starts mirroring your interests. If you suddenly post an edit about mecha anime, he’s “always been into it.” If you drop a horror animation, he binges the whole franchise and makes a theory video trying to impress you.

Josh brags to the Eltingville Club about you constantly.

“___ and I are mutually respectful creatives. They favor classic narrative over post-modern dreck.”

He has never spoken to you.

Starts compiling a "Fantastic Josh and his Intelligent Co-captain" comic where the two of you are ship captains in a dramatic space opera. It's like 300 pages. It's deeply embarrassing.

When he finally DMs you, it’s with a 10-paragraph essay about your cultural impact and the state of fandom purity. If you don’t respond? He spirals.

“They’re being controlled. They’re not ignoring me. Someone—some fake fan—is manipulating them. I have to save them.”

---

Pete DiNunzio

🔪 "Intense, Repressed Yandere with Violent Tendencies"

Pete finds your channel during a horror binge. You posted a creepy fan animation about a 1980s horror slasher and it scared the hell out of him—in a good way.

“Who the hell made this? Who the fuck understands Argento these days?”

Your videos are dark, raw, and precise. You edit gore scenes in ways that show a true understanding of practical effects, not cheap CGI slop. Pete falls hard.

He's quiet about it, though. Keeps your videos downloaded. Watches them alone with headphones like a secret ritual.

He doesn’t even realize he’s obsessed until Bill trashes one of your horror edits in front of the group. Pete lunges at him.

“You don’t know shit about horror! They understand it better than you ever will!”

Pete starts drawing fan art of your content. He posts it anonymously, hoping you’ll repost it. When you do? His brain short circuits.

“They noticed me. They liked it. Holy sh—”

If anyone online disrespects your work? He goes on a warpath. Hacktivist mode. Finding their IP. Crashing their computer. Anything to “clean up the space you deserve.”

He imagines you making horror films together. Late nights editing blood splatter scenes. Sharing VHS tapes under the moonlight.

“You’d get me. You’d never tell me horror’s too much. You’d love it.”

His room becomes a chaotic shrine. VHS tapes, burned DVDs of your content, drawing of you with horror villains. (He practices what he’d say to you in the mirror.)

If someone threatened to hurt you? He wouldn’t just fantasize about defending you. He’d do it. No hesitation. No witnesses.

---

That's all for todayy. Had a pretty hard leg day today but it was worth it ✋🏻🙂‍↕️

Hope you are having a cool and not too hot summer so far :3

Akiko's out 👾

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Not Your Classic Vigilante [Ch. 17]

Alternate Dimension AU TW: Language, Heavily Implied Animal Cruelty (Lab Rats), Mild Body Horror, Implied Anxiety, Implied Depression, CW: OC Use, See the OC Guide [Here] Genre: Drama, Action, Angst, Light Comedy Pairing: Batfamily & Batsis!Reader, OC x Reader YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 9.0K

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Notes: I told y'all it wasn't going to take long this time LOLOLOL although no promises for the next one, classes are ramping up a bit so I cranked this one out before I got on that grind lolol but, as always, I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: This series is originally by@fandom-meanderer who is a close friend of mine, but she has since fallen out of her Tumblr days and asked me to finish a few series for her, hence why I am now in ownership of the Not Your Classic Vigilante series, I hope I can still live up to her writing as I rewrite this series! (I promise not to change too much, hehe)

2022

The silence was tense. No one dared to say a single word and, while you usually enjoyed moments like these, the sound of the papers in your hand being the only noise in a room filled with six people was unnerving at best. A few hours ago you had finished the physical examination with Dr. Bronte and at your request the tests were expedited, with the recent attacks, you couldn’t afford to sit still. You tapped the corner of the map with your pen, watching the inkblot the paper under it. In your hands was a rough drawing of the kingdom and all of its military bases, you had circled the ones that were decimated by the attacks and you’d annotated the remaining ones with how many Knights were assigned there. The map was filled with scribbles and flaws, but the information was still readable. The sudden decrease in Knights was a whole other problem you’d been pushing to the side, and the Knighthood was spread thin as a result. All of the key players were moved to the Capital to surround the Royal family while the newer recruits were sent to the further sections.

Despite this, you could just barely make out the hushed conversations.

“Is that really…?” Dick’s voice was quiet, trained.

“Yeah, it has to be, it is,” Damian’s, natural.

“But you saw her on the field, it hasn’t been that.…”

“You don’t…”

“But I do, if no one else, I do…”

“Where’s Jason? I’m sure…”

‘It’s just… something isn’t right.”

You took a deep breath and focused. Keeping your hands busy to avoid suspicion, their voices became clearer.

“Some things just aren’t adding up,” Dick mutters. “Why and how are the major things.”

“Of course those wouldn’t make sense, Grayson.”

“Bruce, what do you think? You’ve been quiet this whole time,” Dick probes.

“There’s not enough information, we’re missing too much of the big picture,” he answers, his gaze matching yours for a second before breaking. Would it kill them to just ask you? You were right there. But you couldn’t blame them, a family of detectives, it’s only natural that they want to save their pride and solve the case that is you before you could even figure it out yourself.

“Hey, if you’re done hyper-analyzing me can one of you toss me those painkillers?” You asked loudly.

“Yeah, here,” Dick grabs the bottle from the shelf and hands it to you. “What dose are you supposed to take?” You ignored him, opened the bottle, and took the whole thing. “(Y/N)!”

“Relax, bird boy,” you waved him off and closed your eyes, the pain finally subsiding. You’d been ignoring it since you woke up, but it messed with your focus too much. You weren’t too much of a fan of them, expectedly once they wore off you felt like you were in more pain than before. But this was a new kind of pain, you think, it felt like everything was threatening to rip open at the seams if they weren’t already. “It’ll take nine of these to make any effect,” you reassured him. “I wonder if the lingering effects of the serum have anything to do with this,” you thought aloud.

“We’re not analyzing you, (Y/N), we’re just trying to find out how this is possible.”

“Little sister almost dies again and still her family ignores her, fun.”

“(Y/N),” Dick’s voice takes a new tone and you turned away from him. You didn’t relax again until you noticed him return to the others.

“Some family reunion,” you scoffed quietly, spinning the pen in your hands while you skimmed over the map in your lap and the pages of survey notes in your other. In a world filled with technological marvels, old habits still seemed to die hard, memories of the stacks and piles of papers in your room came back to you, painstakingly recreated and re-detailed notes from your classes and constant observations and findings from your research, some would call have called that the lowest point of your life. Even now, to avoid their whispers and stares, you buried yourself with work.

~

2018

The alarm clock ticked menacingly in your room, a constant reminder of upcoming due dates and the steady yet glaringly short amount of time. You bounced your pen on your thigh while looking at the spread of loose papers pinned to the cork in front of you. Mathematic equations have been written, crossed out, marked over, scribbled through, and rewritten across a canvas of loose pages with haphazard arrows and messily drawn circles around key information, and even then some were violently crossed out with red ink. Sticky notes littered with barely legible writing were sometimes pinned or taped in place. But you couldn’t toss anything out, what if a previous calculation was correct and you had tossed it out on accident? No way, and so those papers were gathered in a stack lining the floor underneath the board.

You were so close to cracking the formula, you were certain. With no reasonable way to ask Bane about the concoction himself, you were stuck in a cycle of trial and error, a secretive one, that only your professor knew about and approved. To your lab colleagues you were studying stem cell regeneration and repurposing, but in truth, your search for a new and improved serum was at a standstill. Maybe you should have just bit the bullet and accepted the grotesque body trauma that came with drinking the serum, but… 

“Maybe if I adjust this amount…” you muttered quietly, running through the quick calculations in your head.

You didn’t want to be a monster.

You’re not one. You’re different. You had to look the part of the hero. You had to match the legacy somehow if you truly were going to go through this. You could argue day and night about your noble intentions but that wouldn't detract from what everyone would see on the surface. You had to be sure. You had to be perfect. And, most of all, you had to have the insurance.

“But then I’d have to account for the-” your head snapped to the window of your room, causing Tim, in his Red Robin uniform, to pause his movements.

“You look… bad,” he says, a look of concern settling on his features.

“Ever heard of knocking, Tim?” You know you said he could drop by whenever he wanted, he was more than welcome always, but you weren’t expecting him to actually do it. At least, not after that nasty fight with your dad. And definitely through your front door.

“Sorry, sis, uh… I brought a snack if you want some?” He pulls his mask off and shows you the paper bag. You could only sigh at the telltale grumble of your stomach.

“Sure, let’s eat in the kitchen,” you left the room first and he stepped into your room, closing and locking the window behind him. He took a brief pause, a small moment, to look at the state of your mind. On top of your dresser was a line of emptied coffee mugs and energy drinks, some showing signs of having been there for weeks and some brand new. Your bed wasn’t made, but that wasn’t a new from the manor. Aside from the general stuffiness of the room, there was the modest wall plug to combat it, but it paled to the pile of unfolded clothes piled up on your desk chair.

Your desk. Tim looked at the large corkboard in front of it.

What were all those calculations for? He knew you to be an exceptional student, a brilliant one actually, but he couldn’t figure out what was in front of him. Not with your handwriting, and not with how the information was laid out. Only you could’ve understood your own madness.

Worse than the corkboard had to be the stacks of paper. They were all on the floor, but why was it that the shortest stack was as tall as he was? He pulled the first paper from the top and skimmed over it, but his eyebrows scrunched together. It was just… scribbles. Whatever was on it before was indiscernible now. But, he swears, he could see the faint outline of a bat in the scribbles.

“Tim? What’s the holdup?” You called him out and with one last glance, a quick and well-calculated grab of all your mugs, Tim walked out of your room.

“What’s with the freak calculations?” You watched Tim place all your mugs in the sink before sitting down.

“CAPSTONE Thesis, why?” You finished cleaning out one of your many mugs and placed it in front of Tim, pouring the freshly brewed coffee into it.

“Real funny, (Y/N),” Tim snorts when he sees the Robin-themed mug.

“It’s a collectible!” You defended. Tim looks into the mug for a moment.

“Did you need any help with your thesis? I have a lot of free time these days,” he says.

“No, all good, I want the satisfaction of saying it was all my work,” you told him. “You’re all amazing, don’t get me wrong, and I appreciate all of your help, but I want this to be my thing, you know?” You explained and Tim could only nod. “I just…” you look at your mug now, Tim notices the dried coffee drips along the sides of it and the chip on it’s rim. Tim looked at his mug and noted that it was pristine. “I want to have something like all of you. Dick’s the acrobat, Jason’s the man of the people, you’re probably the smartest kid in the world, and Damian… well, he’s still trying to figure his thing out other than ‘the product of his upbringing,’ I just want to have something other than ‘the normal one.’” You explained. He didn’t realize it until now, but the dark circles under your eyes almost made you look dead.

“I mean… you are the named heir to Wayne Enterprise,” Tim says.

“Were,” you corrected.

“Are,” he corrects you again. “Bruce can’t be mad at you forever, (Y/N).”

“I know, Tim, but…” You hesitated. “It was bad,” you didn’t say anything more.

No one was there. No one saw or heard the argument. It was just you and him. He didn’t talk about it, and you didn’t talk about it either. You’d never argued like that before, it was so intense it almost didn’t seem like it was him and when he wore that fucking cowl he’d might as well be a stranger to you, hell, that night he basically was. Never had you argued like that, and never had he spoken to you in that way. But you knew that recently it was just argument after argument between the two of you, and usually one or the other would give up and settle. But this time?

Nothing. Radio silence on both ends. You shouldn’t have instigated the way you did. Now so much more was on the line than just your name.

“It’s been a month.”

“Has it?” You looked at your phone. It has. Barbara’s swearing-in ceremony was coming up soon. It was on the same day as your thesis presentation and you’d long told Barbara that you wouldn’t be able to make it. You had plans the next day for a girls’ trip with her, Steph, and Cass after though.

“You know… Alfred still sets a plate for you.”

“That’s nice of him.”

“You’re welcome to come back,” Tim says carefully. You don’t answer, instead, you begin tapping the bottom of your phone against the counter, which is enough of a sign that you weren’t going to answer.

“Is that a new phone?” Tim asks.

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded. “I left the old one at home and figured I’d get myself a new one before I got cut off,” you half-joked with him.

“Can I see it?” You handed it to him, unlocked, and he seemed to tinker with it for a short while before handing it back to you. “I added the distress call app on it,” he says.

“Oh, you didn’t have to,” you looked at the app on your screen, the icon sporting Barbara’s famous insignia on it.

“What do you mean? Of course, I had to,” he says. “Did you want me to bring your phone here?”

“No, it’s fine, that data’s not important anyway. I’ll just drop by in a couple days to get the last of my things. I didn’t want to go earlier while I was still royally pissed off,” you mumbled. Tim hummed quietly. He looked at your hands, it was evident that you’d been chewing on your fingernails. 

‘That’s new,’ he thought.

“Stop it.” Your voice cut through the silence like a knife. Tim blinked out of his thoughts and shook his head.

“I’m sorry?” He looked at you now and felt his heart stop. Had he ever seen your expression like that before? What was it? Fear? Concern? Shock?

… Anger?

You shook your head, running your hand down the side of your face.

“Sorry, I’m just tired,” you muttered. You grabbed the bag he brought and pulled out its contents. “And… hungry.”

“Yeah,” Tim looked down. “Are you sure you’re okay, sis?”

“I’ll be fine.” You took the empty mugs and stacked them in the sink. “I think you should go now, Tim. These deadlines… they’re catching up, you know? I love you, I do, but…”

“No, I get it, I’ll get out of your hair,” Tim stumbles off the stool. “Just… let me know if you need anything too.”

“Sure.”

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I should be saying that to you.”

“Then it’s likewise.” You stood up and opened the door for him and he stood at the doorway for a while.

“I’m fine, Tim, really I am, you don’t have to worry about me,” you repeated. “So stop studying me. I hate it when you guys do that.” You finally said it. You knew he’d been doing it since he got here, that’s why he spent so long in your room, why he was so quiet while you were preparing coffee, and even why he’d asked for your phone. You grew up with this kid, you knew exactly how his mind worked, and yet you could easily tell that he couldn’t read you at all.

Good, to some extent, at least one of your mother’s teachings has stuck with you past these years.

“I didn’t mean for it to come off like that,” he was quick to defend.

“I know. Just be aware of it now,” you held your hand out to stop him. “Bye, Tim.” You closed the door and he heard the locks fasten. He stood a while longer, wondering if he should knock or come back around the window.

He had to, just a quick glance. The way you paced your room, the way you stacked papers and tore them off the wall, it was like you were in a manic state. What were you trying so hard to find out? All this over a thesis? Just what did you and Bruce argue about so much that it left you like this? Again, he is pulled from his thoughts by a sudden sound. He looked up into the window and saw your disappointed face.

“Go home.” He couldn’t hear your voice through the window, but it was clear enough what you said. You pulled the blinds down and he jumped down the fire escape. He looked at his phone, a text chime coming in at almost too perfect a time.

‘How is she?’ A text from Bruce Wayne.

‘Fine, working on her thesis.’

‘Did you tell her to come home?’ Tim stared at the message. Why couldn’t he do it himself? Why go through the trouble of having a middleman?

‘She’ll drop by to grab her things later.’ And the conversation ended there. There was this strange feeling in his chest. Dick couldn’t convince you to come home, Jason didn’t agree with forcing you to come back when you clearly didn’t want to, and Barbara was too busy focusing on everything else and could only offer her support in other ways. Maybe it was too prideful of him to think that it would’ve been his words that convinced you to come back.

Or, maybe the falling out was just that bad.

~

2022

“Could I help you out?” Tim chimed next to you, pulling up a chair and waiting expectantly. You shifted so he could see the map.

“It’s already done, but I can walk you through it. Knight allocation. Right now we have to keep the castle fortified, so that means all of us in the Brigade and our usual squadrons. As a result, we have this number left to move around,” you pointed at the numbers as you explained. “I was planning on dispersing them evenly, but with new intel for predicted daemon attacks, I want to fortify those military bases more.”

“Makes sense,” Tim nods. “In that case, these inner forts can be kept at a minimum,” he points at them. 

“That’s the plan,” you scribbled in numbers. “It’s not ideal though. With everyone dying no one wants to enlist anymore,” You sighed.

“A couple people went home already,” Damian adds. You leaned back on your hospital bed, staring at the muted news feed above you.

Captain Wayne Hospitalized. Brigade on Standby.

Standby? Whoever said that? You were working them half to death trying to find anything on these monsters.

“How do you feel, (Y/N)?” It was still such a foreign feeling to hear Bruce talk to you.

“Fine,” you answered him while placing the clipboard on the side table. “I know you have questions, I see the cogs turning, so just ask me already.”

“It’s… it’s not that we’re trying to theorize, sis, we’re trying to find out what to ask first.” Tim to the rescue. “We have no idea where to start.”

“Let me say the basics then,” you crossed your arms. “I died in 2019. Official cause of death was severe blood loss. I woke up here, somewhat together and sitting in the middle of a field. Shortly after I was found by a couple, around the same age as you, Bruce. The woman was a baker and the man was the then Captain of the Knights. After a few months of them helping me get back on my feet, I wanted to repay their gratitude. I either worked for their bakery, or I put my near decade of observing all of you to good use. I went with the latter, joined that year’s class of cadets, took three advancement exams, and now I’m here as one of the leading captains of the knights.” You gave the facts only, that’s all they needed. “After my third advancement, the royal family handed out “blessings” to those who survived the advancement, enhanced powers that were supposed to help us out in the field. It’s why you’ve seen Carter make fire from nothing, Alex pull people from themselves, it takes a great deal of energy since they’re synthesized, but in last-ditch efforts, they’re quite helpful. But to avoid droning on about the theory of it, I’ll stop there.” You leaned back now, waiting for them to ask anything.

“So that skill of yours.”

“Not reattachment,” you shook your head. “That was because of some weird black magic shit that Alex cast so I wouldn’t die during my last advancement mission. Apparently, it was royal decree so he couldn’t say no,” you looked at the scars on your wrist. Maybe you were just imagining it, but they seemed to be stretching, as if you were falling apart at the seams.

“So then…” Damian now. “What is your ability?”

“Control over—”

“Captain?” There is a soft knock at the door before it slides in. Marion and Dr. Bronte enter swiftly, the former holding a grim expression, ending the conversation prematurely. “We have your results,” she says while handing the chart to Dr. Bronte. His head shifts slightly, acknowledging everyone in the room.

“They can stay,” you assured him. He responds with a nod. “Everyone, who hasn’t met him, this is Dr. Bronte. He’s been my primary care since landing here.” Bruce extends a hand out to him.

“I’m her father,” he introduces. Marion clears her throat awkwardly when Dr. Bronte makes no moves.

“You’ll have to excuse him, Mr. Wayne. Because of the accident, he prefers not to come into contact with strangers,” she explains.

“Understandable,” he steps back just as Marion moves to be next to you.

“How are the wounds?” You looked under your hospital gown.

“Healed, but with no sign of reattachment.” 

“Could I see your hand?” She asks. You stretch your arm out and she gently grasps your arm just above the scars. She brushes over them carefully and observes their connecting points. Dr. Bronte and Marion share a look, and she places a semi-spherical device on your lap. In seconds, it buzzes to life showing an array of images.

“We took a few samples from the open wounds earlier, Cap,” she starts. “These are the videos of your reattachment abilities from your previous physical after we added a shallow cut to your palm. Notice how the red blood cells and your skin cells stretch to cover and compensate for the lost ones while some reach out toward stray drops like magnets, and at the same time notice how fast the platelets react to the injury and cauterize the cut. This next video shows how fast the surrounding skin cells interweave together to close the wound.” This was all information you already knew, but your siblings seemed to listen carefully in their own ways. “Now, these are your current labs. There are no sudden increases in RBC count and the cauterization process is now at an average speed. But, there is a sudden decrease in overall cell activity. A majority of your cells have gone into a stage known as autolysis, they’re breaking down at a rapid rate which is causing the delays in your reattachment.” The video plays as she explains it.

“So, I’m a normal person now,” you tried to put it in layman’s terms.

“Not necessarily, autolysis at this rate doesn’t occur until…” she trails off and Dr. Bronte clears his throat.

“The open wounds, they’re specifically centered around those existing scars you had before entering the Knighthood,” Dr. Bronte steps in and you nod to confirm the information. “To put things bluntly, you’ve entered a state of decomposition, Captain Wayne.” 

Now this caught your attention.

Decomposition?

“So she’s a zombie?!” Dick was the one to break the silence.

“You could say that, yes,” the masked doctor nods. “Ironically, it was that chemical that almost ripped your body apart that’s saving you right now, Captain,” Dr. Bronte hands you a small box and, upon opening it, you found several small vials of the βα-V serums you’d so painstakingly researched and, later, painstakingly ingested. 

“Just like you had intended, βα-V compound is inherently an enhancer. While you had ingested it, the rate of cell division increased ten-fold and the rush of it all is what sustained your adrenaline levels for so long. If you hadn’t taken it, then it’s no exaggeration to say that you’d be counted among the casualties of that attack,” Marion explains. “So, Dr. Bronte and I ran the calculations and separated what we had left into these dosages. Twice a day, consistent, and twelve hours in between. I’m not completely sure yet, but my fear is that those old scars will start opening again without it, I’d rather err on the safe side,” Marion advises. “You’re going to need this,” she hands you a syringe and you let out a small laugh. “Injection straight into the bloodstream is advised over ingestion.”

“Got it,” you took one of the vials and loaded it into the syringe. You lined the needle against one of your veins and pressed it into your skin. “Should I do it quickly or gradually?”

“Whichever you’re comfortable with,” Dr. Bronte answers. You ripped off the bandaid and pushed the entirety of its contents into you, pulling the empty syringe out and wrapping it in a tissue. You watched the green appear for moments before dissolving into your bloodstream.

“I’ll have the remaining syringes sent to your office, Captain.” She takes the syringe and disposes it into the proper bin. “We’ll run a few more labs now that you’ve started the treatment and we’ll continue to monitor your cell count. You’re welcome to continue doing your duties as Captain, but you need to dial it back. The βα-V serum isn’t as effective when your body is in shambles.”

“Right, right,” you sighed and looked at the vials in your lap and handed it to Marion. “Leave this there too then, please,” you told her.

“Do you have any theories why you’ve stopped reattaching, Captain?” Marion asks. “Anything at all. Any changes to your daily life? Exposure to dangerous chemicals?”

“Nothing has changed except for the fact that there are now destructive monsters destroying the continent,” you answered. That and… You looked around the room.

Them. But they couldn’t have caused this, right? You were certain that there weren’t any meta-viral strands you had to be wary of from your original earth, but in terms of changes they’d have to be the only ones.

“If you can come up with anything at all, Captain, let me know immediately,” Marion says.

“Of course,” you nodded and Dr. Bronte stood up.

“We’ll take our leave,” he says with a stiff salute. Marion responds in kind and you dismiss them.

Again the room falls into silence, and luckily it didn’t last long.

“Captain, brought you a pick me up,” Alex enters the room with Constantine, handing you your drink and placing the rest on the table. “There’s some for everyone, feel free to help yourselves,” he says. 

“Reeks of magic all over the place,” Constantine exasperates. “For somewhere that relies so much on tech, seems like magic’s just as important.”

“They are warring factions,” you hummed, thinking back to the war that had embroiled the continent just a few years ago. “Well, how’s the search?” You asked Constantine.

“Your daemons might be magic,” Constantine answers. You drank your coffee.

“Better than nothing,” you sighed and handed another paper to Alex. “That’s next month’s assignments, since you’re acting Captain I’ll trust you to disperse everyone,” you said.

“Certainly,” Alex nods. “Sorry to contribute to the crowd, I’ll leave after discussing one more thing with you,” he says.

“It’s fine, just ask away,” your hand gestured toward him.

“Are you alright?” He asks. You paused your movements and looked at him.

The whole time they’ve been here, they haven’t spoken to you once aside to ask why, and there they were in their little corner filled with questions that you probably had the answers to, and yet they still didn’t ask you. That wall that separated you from them, after all these years, it was still there. Higher than ever. Even if Tim was sitting right next to you, even if Damian was sleeping next to you just minutes earlier.

You’re still a stranger to them, and they to you.

“I’m fine,” you muttered. “I should be asking you, you look horrible, should I ask Henry to fill in more?”

“Please, Henry can’t do half of what we do. I’ll take a day off tomorrow though if all’s in order.” Despite his reassurance, your worries only grew. The dark circles under his eyes, the hallowed cheeks, and the overall sallowness worried you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so drained, actually, he almost looked dead. And here you were, properly rested and looking more alive than ever disregarding the worrisome scars. And it wasn’t just you either, you could see the way Constantine noticed your worry, and you could tell he felt the same.

“Granted,” you finally answered. “Anyway, isn’t there a rule about how many people can come in during visitation?” You asked aloud.

“Doesn’t apply to family,” Alex answers. The door slid open again with a slam and this time your poor assistant came in.

“Cap, it’s an emergency,” he looks around with frenzied eyes, “the Colonel's back and he’s—”

“Where is she?!” A voice boomed down the hospital corridors and, somehow, it seemed to shake the very walls. “I swear to fucking god if she’s missing any body part I’ll destroy the lot of you! The fuck kind of report is this anyway?! Captain Wayne in critical condition, don’t make me fucking laugh, she reattaches faster than I can even say the goddamn word, how badly must you all have fucked up for her not to?!”

“Oh god, here comes the cavalry, open the window for me, Aldryn,” you shook your head just as a new person entered the room. An overbearing aura fills the small space in an instant, it's the same feeling one would feel when they realized they’re outclassed, outnumbered, or outplanned. And the only thing that changed was the addition of this one individual. Then again, it was understandable. Anyone who marched into a hospital room covered in blood, riddled with scars, and with a just lit cigarette would be shocked.

“Beat it, Aldryn,” the man juts his thumb over his shoulder and the other rushes out. “Jesus Christ,” the Colonel grimaces while putting the cigarette out in a nearby potted plant, “aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he shifts his weight onto one leg and looks at the state of you. “Been a while since you had to stay in a hospital room.”

“Colonel MacLennan,” the nurse finally catches up with him, “visitation… is full,” she huffs. He holds his hand up and gently urges her out of the room.

“I’ll be in and out.” He takes the liberty of closing the door. The Colonel was originally away on another continent for a foreign aid mission and recently returned back after its conclusion, however, despite his distance he had also been keeping an eye on the monster problem. “So, what the hell happened? Tell me the good part so I know what to tell Claire, then tell me the bad part so I can find out how to kill the bastards.”

“Oh, yeah, your rifle was so helpful,” you scoffed. And just like that the tension broke.

“The hell do you mean?!”

“Go figure bullets don’t work on mutated monsters.” You pick up the clipboard back up and feign boredom.

“That rifle saved thousands of lives in the war!”

“And yet it hasn’t taken a single one since its reinstatement.”

“You little,” Allistor takes a deep breath before continuing. “And you, you see your old mate after years and you don’t say anything?” He turns to Constantine.

“You looked like you were busy,” he raises his hands in turn and you push yourself off of bed.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” different voices chimed and you found yourself being pushed back down by Tim.

“We still don’t know how your body is reacting to the chemicals, take it easy,” Tim advises you.

“Actually, I think I might be the only one who knows how it reacts,” you corrected. “Relax, I just wanted to sit up is all,” you brushed him off and adjusted the pillow behind you. “As you can see, I’m perfectly fine, it wasn’t an injury to warrant a return to the Capital.”

“Of course I had to come back, did a daemon hit you over the head so hard you forgot how to take care of yourself?!”

“You couldn’t have at least, I don’t know, showered before coming in? You’re going to attract minor monsters here, you know.”

“Like you couldn’t just step on them and have it over with,” he argues. “Have you even seen the mission report?” Allistor grimaces. “It was gruesome, that’s what it was, you know I’m still your guardian, right? What would I be if I didn’t check on you after reading that,” he shakes his head. “Anyway, why the hell’s this room so stuffy, it’s crowded in here,” he complains.

“You could say that again,” you groaned. “Allistor, this is my family. My older brother Dick, my younger brothers Tim and Damian, and the man who raised me, Bruce,” you pointed at each of them as you introduced them. “Family, this is my boss, Allistor MacLennan,” you introduced him last. “Apparently you know Constantine already so there’s no need to introduce him.”

“We shared a drink a few years ago,” Constantine corrects.

“An oversimplification of what happened, but whatever. What’s your prognosis?” Allistor presses. “Your boss who took you into his family is worried,” he snarks back.

“What do you think? Bedrest until my body reattaches properly again,” you grumbled, looking down at the stitched wounds along your scars. “You can tell Claire that I’m fine, she doesn’t have to come over too.”

“Christ, kid,” Allistor drags a tired hand down his face. “You really know how to make someone worry. I only approved that weird chemical you and Mary were working on because I thought it gave you something to do outside of training, I didn’t expect it to put you in a hospital bed,” he says.

“So you’re pulling funding from it?” You asked.

“No, it’s too far in development anyway,” he shakes his head. “Plus, looks like you’ll be needing more of it now.” The conversation dies out, and you finish your cup of coffee in the meantime.

“Any other questions?” You ask him.

“No, I’ll leave now that I’ve seen you in one piece,” he says. “Alex, take a few days, you look like you’re about to keel over there. I can pick up any of (Y/N)’s tasks.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Don’t mention it,” Allistor looks around the room one last time. “About that thing you asked, Alex.”

“Hm?”

“You were right. Cosmo never returned his watch.” You looked up from the clipboard now. Then you turned to Alex. It wasn’t Constantine he called that day. “Makes sense, he went straight to the first subjugation from his mission in E-34. And since there was no body to recover the watch never made it back either.”

“I see, thank you,” he nodded.

“Yeah, but… Figured I’d mention it now since I would’ve told (Y/N) anyway,” Allistor rubbed the back of his head harshly. “But don’t take it as an invitation. (Y/N), don’t poke your nose into anything too dangerous.” 

“I know,” you answer him in a way to cut the topic and Allistor catches on easily. “Just quit nagging and go already, Aldryn will give you the rundown.”

“Would you rather me nag or Claire?”

“This whole thing is going to drive me insane,” you slammed the clipboard on the table and Alex sighed.

“Want me to keep looking into any dimension fluxes?”

“If you could, that would be helpful, do it after your break,” you told him. ‘When did you ask the Colonel to look into Cosmo’s gear?”

“After Damian landed here. There’s no other way to get into this dimension without it so I figured that one of them had to be missing, but it still doesn’t add up,” he answers. You took the tablet now and opened a file. A debrief projects and you turn it so your siblings could see it. 

“Allow me to explain. If you haven’t noticed, the knights primarily work in trios. There were six of us in the Brigade until the daemon attacks started. The first time we ran into a mutated daemon was on the outskirts of the town Helio, where frequent wildfires had been reported. All six of us went, but we got too cocky, didn’t have a good plan against a daemon we had no info on, and so one of us stayed behind to fight. Fire took everything, all that was left behind was a necklace and a sword,” you explained. “We assumed the watch melted in the fire, they’re not very heat resistant, you see, even Carter has to be mindful of his temperature with the newer models. So your theory is that someone got their hands on Cos’ watch and now they’re wreaking havoc,” you finish with a question and Alex answers with a nod. 

“It’s all I have to work with,” he says. Tim looks over the details carefully.

“Sounds right to me, but you know more than us in this situation, (Y/N),” Dick says. “All I can tell you is how we found it in the first place.”

“I’ll take anything.”

“I assumed it was yours only because it was on your seat after you left,” Tim says. “But now that I think about it, there’s no way I can know if someone dropped it off while I was knocked out, and your friends made sure to cut all the cameras during your escape too so we can’t even fall back on that.”

“I see.”

“For what it’s worth, it’s the same watch that sent us here too,” Tim adds on.

“Do you still have it?”

“No, Zee zapped it to the manor while she was trying to bring Jason and Tim back,” Constantine answers. “Did you need it?”

“It’d definitely help track who used it last.”

“Hypothetically,” Tim clears his throat.

“Hm?”

“Could it also do that if it was broken?” Tim asks quietly. You blink.

“Which one of you broke it.”

“For the record, I was trying to get it back so we could study it more. I have no clue what Jason wanted it for.”

“Well, there goes the main lead,” you shrugged. “Gotta look around for a different avenue then,” you turned to Alex, who leaned against the table next to you.

Then, for the final time, the door opens.

“Your Highness,” you fixed your expression quickly just as Allistor and Alex stood at attention.

“At ease,” he says, seemingly reading the room quite quickly. “I have a message for you from the Queen,” he looks around. “I’m afraid it can’t wait.”

“Just say it, your highness.”

“You’re ending your bedrest early, your services are required.”

“Does the Queen know her perfect soldier’s not reattaching anymore?”

“You’re not reattaching?” The Prince is shocked.

“Nope, Dr. Bronte wanted me to wait until the wounds are healed over before doing anything intensive,” you explained. “‘Fraid I can’t do work right now.”

“That’s…” the Prince swallows harshly. “It can’t wait,” he says with a more serious tone.

“Look, Your Highness, I know your word is law but what good will (Y/N) be if she worsens her condition,” Alex cuts in. The Prince glares at him and he matches his look. “Whatever it is—”

“The Queen is demanding for the Dark Knight,” Calvin blurts out. Your jaw clenches just as you feel the attention turn to you.

“That’s out of the question. Even for our normal operations we need to be in top condition, going on a special ops mission could put so much strain that I might actually lose a limb.” You chanced a glance at your hand, the scars more prominent than ever.

“Please, you know as well as I do that this is just a formality,” Calvin argues. He looks you over. “You’re fine.” You’ve never heard him take that tone before.

“Take it up with Bronte then,” Allistor argues.

“It’s a royal order.”

“Doctor’s orders can overwrite those if they believe the patient’s health is not in the best interest,” Allistor cited. “How long are you going to argue, Your Highness?”

“Give me a few days then, I’ll report in as soon as I can, and I’m not stupid enough to disregard Dr. Bronte’s diagnosis,” you finally answered. If you said no the Queen would’ve come here herself to tell you to do it anyway, and you didn’t want her crossing paths with your family unless absolutely necessary. As long as you don’t strain yourself too much it should be fine anyway, you think. Calvin seemed to relax at this.

“We’ve sent the details over.”

“Figured. Is there anything else you need, Your Highness?” You open the file on the holoscreen and start to read the details.

“No, that’s all.”

“Actually, perfect timing, Your Highness, I’ll give you the debrief on my mission,” Allistor kicks off the wall and approaches the prince, urging him out of the room. “Top secret stuff, we should leave.”

“Ah, yes—” Allistor shuts the door behind them.

“Is it… is it really just a formality?” Tim asks after a short pause. “You’re really fine?”

“You saw the labs, and you see me now. If anything I should just be more mindful of just tanking my way through enemies,” you say.

“I was just thinking… they haven’t even set up a heart monitor for you, how would they be able to tell if you’re stable?” Tim looks at the unplugged device with its wires wrapped around the base. “I haven’t seen another doctor or nurse walk by aside from the ones who’ve been helping you…”

“Drake, I could use your insight, actually,” Alex interrupts him. “All of you could help, really. It might speed up this whole daemon process faster,” he clears his throat. “You’re outside sources, and Constantine and I are gathering as much information as we can from the daemons, if you’re okay with answering a few questions. Might get you home earlier if we can crack it,” he says.

“Yes, we should focus on the pressing task,” you push yourself up and feel the scars stretching. “Unnff,” you winced and held your hand up, already feeling Tim’s hand hovering behind you. “Just need air, this room’s stuffy,” you moved toward the window and looked outside before settling on its sill. “Anything else you need from me?” You looked around the room.

“Nothing too pressing, Captain,” Alex answers.

“Good, I’ll take my leave too then,” you cleared your throat. It was silent for a moment and you looked down the window before glancing at the clock. You leaned backward and the first person you saw halfway out the window was Dick.

“Are you crazy?!” He shouts.

“Relax! I got her!” Jason shouts under you, catching you easily and setting you down. “I’m not gonna die for helping you break out of hospital jail, right?”

“Nope, let’s go,” you ran off as soon as the door slammed open. You both took off, seeing your motorcycle parked and at the ready.

“Here, you be backpack,” Jason shoved the helmet in your hand and you pushed it back.

“What? No! You be backpack!” Jason pushed the helmet back into your hands.

“Hell no, I’m bigger therefore I need more space.” You groaned and pushed it back to him.

“And I’m shorter therefore it makes more sense for me to be in the front! And you’d have less space in the front!” Jason tries to pull the helmet from your hands and you pull back.

“Womp womp, you’re backpack.”

“It’s my bike!”

“I’m older!”

“Fine! Just give me the helmet!” He tries to tug it harder and you pull back, seeing him lose his footing for a second.

“No! You’re just going to shove it on my head and make me backpack!” 

“When’d you get so strong anyway?!”

“Shut up and let me drive!”

“Busted,” Dick pulled the helmet from between your hands. You and Jason paused.

“Bruce says we’re both hardheaded anyway,” you climbed on the motorcycle and Jason was quick to follow. You revved the engine and left dust in your trail.

“You two, I swear!” Dick shouts from far behind.

“So where are we going anyway?!” Jason shouts over the air.

“Keep your mouth shut, you’ll catch a bug,” you grinned, revving forward and completing your escape.

You read the mission details. You really did have to deal with this now. The daemon problem was bad enough, and you knew that you couldn’t deal with another war on top of that.

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Earth - 617

“Thank you so much, Cass,” Zatanna smiles as the former hands her a warm mug.

“Sure,” she crosses her arms and continues to watch Zatanna work away.

“I still can’t believe it, was (Y/N) really here?” Barbara asks. “We didn’t even get to see her, I bet those boys said something stupid and chased her out,” she shakes her head. “She… she was really going through it those last few days, I can only imagine how her mind spun when she returned,” she frowns.

“Cass, what do you think?” Stephanie asks. “You were closest to her.”

“I don’t understand why it affected her so much,” Cass mumbles. “Almost all of us aren’t blood-related,” she says, “I don’t understand why she…” she stumbles over her words and falls silent.

“It’s okay Cass, you don’t have to force it,” Steph says.

“Oh! I think I got it!” Zatanna finishes tinkering with the watch and holds it up, the piece now put back together. “The only thing is, I’m not sure if the enchantment on it would still work,” she says, placing it on the console of the bat computer. “I’ll look into it more tomorrow, I don’t want to accidentally trigger it without fully understanding how it works like those other two did.”

“Fair enough,” Barbara nods. She had been trying to send a message to any of the boys’ comms all day but hadn’t had any success. Luckily, her distress signal to the League was answered and soon enough they’d have a few extra support from other heroes in Batman’s absence but she was worried that it wouldn’t be enough. The region was down five vigilantes, and soon enough the villains will take notice.

But the conversation fell on deaf ears. Cass hadn’t stopped thinking about that night since it happened, and it bothered her that nothing made sense about it. She knew that Tim wasn’t the type to let anything suspicious slide, so why did he let you stay for so long without confronting you? Why did you act the way you did? 

“So frustrating…” she muttered, now alone in the bat cave and staring at the mocking watch. True to Zatanna’s words, it had been hastily put back together and looked to be in shape. Whether it worked or not was yet to be seen, however. She picked it up, the chain threading around her hands, and with extreme caution, she opened it up. Just the same as before she saw the layers of clock hands atop a starry watchface. “Hm…” she closed it and turned it around again before focusing on the watch cover. She squints carefully and sees another opening on it and, out of curiosity, she pried it open. This time it sported a normal watch face, well, semi-normal. She pulled up on the attachment and hummed again. Not often you see sundials as big as your hand. But, perhaps even more curious, was the picture on the backside of the cover. A blonde woman who she’d never seen before with a smile as warm as the sun. Handwritten in small print were the words ‘Come home safe, Cosmo.’

“Cosmo, huh?” Cass closes the watch and stares up at the bat computer, watching the figure talking to Damian over and over again. But distractions were just that. Distractions. And soon she once again felt that foreign emotion climb up inside of her. She truly should have tried harder that night three years ago. All of this, all of this had to be some kind of sick karma.

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2019 - Gotham University

“(Y/N)? What is all this?” Cassandra asked quietly. You stumbled to your feet, dropping the syringe in your hands, then knocking over the other syringes on the lab table to the ground and the shattering glass caused you to jump. Cass looked around the lab, splotches of red on the tables and floors, unknown serums were mixed into beakers, and syringes— so many syringes— in the glass waste cans everywhere.

“Cassie, I didn’t hear you come in,” you picked up the glass from the ground and disposed of it, then you wiped off the blood on your hands while ignoring the fresh drops that came from the small cuts that littered your palms. “Just my thesis, no worries. I’d never seen it get this crazy though,” you laughed quietly. “Then again, rats aren’t exactly supposed to blow up so there’s that too,” you sighed. “What’s wrong?”

Cass freezes in her spot, her mind overwhelmed by all the signals you were throwing at her, signals that just weren’t supposed to come from you. They were so powerful that she could almost feel them herself.

Dilated pupils, shaking hands —> Anxiety

Tense shoulders, clenched jaw —> Stress

Even breathing, controlled movements —> Understanding?

Why were all of your movements conflicting?

Bloodied hands, chipped nails, whitened knuckles —> Stress

Hunched posture, shifting eyes —> Stress

“Cassie?”

Quiet voice.

“Sorry, must look like a crime scene in here.” She watched you pick up the carcasses from the tables and drop them into biohazard. “I must have gotten too excited, I thought I finally cracked the code.” You washed your hands off after scrubbing the blood from the tables. And all the while, Cass watched you.

You scrubbed the blood off the tables so harshly that the pads of your hands lightened from the pressure. You scrubbed them over and over again as if you didn’t know the blood had been cleaned off already. Then you repeated it with your hands.

Conclusion —> Something is very wrong.

“What…” she muttered.

“Hm?” You rubbed the towel over your hands repeatedly.

“What were you about to inject there?” She asks. You shake your head.

“Ah, don’t even worry about it,” you shook your head and tossed the towel before shoving your hands in your labcoat’s pockets. You were lying. You always hid your hands when you lied. “Just a little project, is all. I felt like the syringe wasn’t working so I was testing the tip on myself.”

“Right over your vein?” You fell silent.

“What are you doing here, Cass?” You asked monotonously. “Dick and Tim have already asked me to come home. I won’t. I can’t. Not until I finish this. He won’t let me come back there until I’ve proven myself.”

“Proven what? Come home, (Y/N). What are you doing to yourself?” Cass couldn’t stop it. The signals kept coming. “You’re going to work yourself to death, (Y/N), and for what? You and Bruce fight all the time, just come home and apologize!”

“I’m not in the wrong, Cass! It wasn’t my fault but he kept saying it was!” Your hand smacked your chest now while the other held onto the table for support. “How was I supposed to know that I wasn’t his daughter?!” Your shoulders slumped and Cass’s expression dropped.

“What are you talking about? You’re (Y/N) Wayne.”

“I thought I was too,” your whole body seemed to sink. “How was I supposed to know I was the cuckoo bird…” you mumbled.

“You can’t be talking about that article that came out, (Y/N). That’s just gossip and you know it,” she says.

“I know, I know but I looked into it anyway. You know I always did wonder why I was so ordinary compared to my parents,” you looked at your hands, convinced there was still blood on them. “I know Selina and I aren’t related. She was just the unfortunate soul who my mother found first. But I was so convinced that Bruce was my father that I didn’t even consider the possibility that he wasn’t.”

“Why does that matter, (Y/N)? None of us are his biological children except for Damian.”

“Because…” you mumbled the rest, clutching your head and digging that hand into the roots of your hair to stop the incoming headache.

“Because what?” Cass took careful steps toward you.

“He told me that I couldn’t come home until I proved that I had some value to this family,” your voice was hopeless. “If I’m not a blood Wayne then I have nothing else.”

“I’m sure that’s not…”

“Then why did he say that to me then, Cass?” You squeezed your eyes shut. “It’s too late for me to become a vigilante, I don’t have the time or the luxury for that.”

“What were you planning to do?” Cass looks around the lab again. “(Y/N)?” She knew that the syringe looked oddly green.

“Nothing, I wasn’t going to do anything,” you straightened your posture as if nothing had happened. Carefully, she took another step toward you, and now you stood at arm’s length.

Dark circles, sunken cheeks —> Sleep deprived

Chapped lips, dry eyes —> Dehydrated

Thinned hair, pale skin —> Deficient

“Cass?” Had your voice been so hoarse? She took a step forward and pulled you into her arms. Slowly, you relaxed into them, a shaky sigh leaving your mouth as you carefully wrapped your own around her. Your hug that was so famously warm was now the opposite, the tightness of it that your family sought after was missing, but the love behind it was still there. “I love my family, Cass. I don’t want to leave you all,” you said into her shoulder.

“Then come home,” she says against your head.

“I can’t.” Cass could feel your tears drop onto her shoulder. “Cass, he won’t let me,” you insisted.

“That doesn’t sound like Bruce,” she says, pulling away just enough to look at you. But soon, and once again, her expression falls when she sees your face.

“I know.”

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pinecones and pokemon - a silly Pokemon AU where voices are Pokemon trainers. A vessel variant "princesses and pokemon" is also in the works!

sharper edges au - a post-Stranger Unknown Together AU where Hero and Contrarian discover that other voices are stuck in their respective Chapter 3 cabins, and are now have to find a way to rescue everyone

humanization - temporary tag that features art of my human voice designs, plus some lore/headcanons; this tag will update once this AU has an actual name!

voice shipping - any art/writing/etc that features shipping between voices

skeptunist - Skeptic / Opportunist, my main voice ship, I am exceptionally normal about this ship 🙂‍↕️

To find something for a specific character, the tag is "stp X", where X is a one-word name for the character. For example, Voice of the Hero is tagged under stp hero, while Princess and the Dragon is tagged under stp dragon. The only exceptions to the one-word rule are Moment of Clarity (stp moment of clarity) and Happily Ever After (stp happily ever after).

Thank you for stopping by! I hope you like what I make and decide to stick around :]

Last updated: July 12th, 2025

[birdversary]

What is Tanabemas?

Tanabemas is a Christmas event for fans of Yellow Tanabe’s works, including Kekkaishi, Laughter at the World’s End, BIRDMEN, and Kai-Hen Wizards!

Participants will post a wishlist containing prompts for fanworks they would like to receive. During the holiday season, everyone will receive at least 1 thing on their wishlist, courtesy of the moderators! Gifts can be drawings, fics, moodboards, playlists, gifsets, or anything else your gifter can think of.

You do not need to create gifts for anyone to receive something, but if you would like to participate in gifting, all wishlists will be available for public viewing. Happy gifting!

Important Dates

Wishlist submissions will be open from October 18th, 2024 to December 6th, 2024. While you will still be able to edit your wishlist after that, gifts may not reflect changes made after November 15th.

Gift posting will begin on December 20th, 2024, and run until January 10th, 2025. Feel free to post any gifts in this time period. The tag for this event is #tanabemas2024.

If you do not share a social media website with your giftee, you may contact the moderators, who will share your gift with your giftee.

Writing Your Wishlist

Please format your wishlist like so:

Name: Your name

Gift Address: Social media accounts where you are accepting gifts

Wishlist: 

(Fandom) Specifics about your wish

(Fandom) Specifics about your wish

…and so on.

Do Not Want: Things you do not want to receive, such as blood, gore, suggestive art, etc.

Additional: Additional information that may help your gifter make you the perfect gift

Please include at least 3 wishes (at least 5 recommended, but the more the merrier), but feel free to be as vague or as specific as you like.

An example of a wishlist can be found on the Padlet where wishes are posted.

What can I wish for?

You can wish for anything! I want this to be an event where you receive fanworks you have always wanted.

That being said, if your wish makes gifters uncomfortable, you may not receive a gift of that prompt. Please don’t be too disappointed. 

NSFW will be allowed in this event, but please make sure at least 3 of your wishes are SFW. If you are a minor, please do not request or fulfill NSFW wishes.

You may wish for original fan characters or specific AUs, but please provide visual or written references if applicable. 

Posting Your Wishlist

Post your wishlist on this Padlet: https://padlet.com/karaeishi/tanabemas-wishlists-2tg12ibinnn1vyjj

You can create your own post by clicking the “+” button at the bottom right corner.

You do not need to create a Padlet account to make a post. You can also come back to this link at any time to edit or add to your wishlist by clicking on your post. Please refrain from editing the wishlists of other people.

Frequently Asked Questions

Do I have to keep my gift a secret from my giftee?

Not at all. This is not a Secret Santa event, merely a Santa event. If you would like to reach out to your giftee to make sure they are okay with aspects of your gift, go ahead! If you want to post your works in progress, feel free to do that as well. I just ask that you finish any works in progress you post.

Can my requests all be from 1 fandom?

Yes, of course. This was originally a BIRDMEN event, but I wanted to include the long-neglected Kekkaishi fans, and the new Kaihen fans as well, so it was broadened to include all of these series. But I know many people are only in one or two of these fandoms. There will be someone to fulfill your wishes even if you only request from one fandom.

What if someone else has already fulfilled the wish I want to fulfill?

That’s okay! Then your giftee will receive two gifts! How wonderful!

I’m going to be too busy to make any gifts this year. Are you sure it’s okay to wish for things, even if I won’t be able to give anything in return?

YES! I want you to get a little gift just for existing! It would be cool if other people participated in gifting as well but I have zero expectations for anyone else to do so! I just want to do this!!

What if my head is empty and I don't have any wishes? Can I still make gifts?

ALSO YES! Sometimes there is just nothing in particular you want but you still want to gift things. That is okay too!! You are important to the ecosystem as well!!

Moderated by: Soh (Tumblr: @birdmenmanga, X: @arsquare3) and Kitsoa (Tumblr: @kitsoa)

Any additional questions can be sent to our askbox!

[asherashedwings]

INTRO / MASTERPOST

‼️I AM A MINOR‼️

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COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!

Intro:

Hi! My name's Ash, but I more commonly go by Wingz. I'm a self-taught artist with a passion for creating and admiring character designs. This is my main blog where I post art relating to my interests. Nothing but pure brain rot and self-indulgence here!

Do not follow me if you're just wanting to see one fandom; I am very unreliable when it comes to my fixations and am very likely to switch it up within a month 💀

ABOUT ME:

Name: (As stated before) Ash/Wingz

Age: 17

Sexuality: Fictoromantic asexual

Pronouns: They/he/it etc. Basically anything BUT she/her. I really don't care much

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INTERESTS:

CURRENT FIXATION(S): Deltarune

Main fandoms: Newgrounds, FNaF, Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, TMNT, Cult of the Lamb, Warrior Cats, Sanders Sides, Regretevator, Dandy's World, Hatchetverse, Creature Commandos, Marvel, The Gaslight District, Deltarune, The Amazing Digital Circus

Other interests: Plants vs. Zombies, Monster Hunter, Little Nightmares, Generation Loss, Wings of Fire, Pokemon, Undetale, spiders, character design, robots, clowns, dinosaurs, Amber Isle

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TAGS:

General tags:

#Ashedwings post: Any post made by me #Ashedwings art: Any art posted by me #Ashedwings design: Designs I've made, fandom or otherwise #Ashedwings ramble: My long posts that contain a lot of me talking or rambling #Ashedwings fic: Fics I've made and posted here #Ashedwings reply: Any responses I've made to asks #Ashedwings request: All the requests I've made

Fandom tags:

#Ruins Rebuilt AU: Posts relating to my FNaF SB AU

#Wingz!HH Rewrite: Posts relating to my Hazbin Hotel rewrite/AU

#Wingz!NG AU: Posts relating to my Newgrounds AU (Mainly Pico's School and FNF related, but other Newgrounds series may also be relevant at some point)

This video is very important in understanding my NG AU:

#Darkness Gates: Posts relating to my OC story known as Darkness Gates

#Overexposure AU: Posts relating to my Dandy's World AU

Also, the long ass Addison info dump I have, I need to put it somewhere:

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DNIs:

Basic DNI; No homophobes, transphobes, zoophiles, pedophiles, ablists, fatphobes, racists, etc. Other than that, as long as ur not a dick, we should be fine.

BOUNDARIES:

Tone tags are appreciated, but not mandatory.

DMs are fine, just don't expect me to respond immediately. Or at all. I’m really bad at talking to people I don’t know. I’m working on it

Simping for my designs is fine. Just don't get too wild. I am a minor.

I'm completely fine with being tagged in stuff!

Please do not genuinely pressure me to make art. I am not obligated to draw you anything unless I am being paid and actively agreed to draw said thing

[slimyalienfreak]

(REQUESTS CLOSED)

(FYI: If you want to request please put in some detail about what you would like. It’s kind of hard to write stuff with not a lot of information to go off of. Thanks :D)

(Changed username because why not. Previously multifandomsfreak)

Masterlist

Selfshipping Masterlist

Sona Body Reference

Pronouns.cc

~ INTRODUCTION ~

🧢📘

💻 MAIN NAME: Gummi

💻 ALIAS/NICKNAMES: Squid + Thorn + Dawn

💻 AGE: 190 alien years (19 In Actuality)

💻 Birthday: 30 August

💻 GENDER: Genderqueer (AFAB) + Pronounfluid + Aliengender

💻 PRONOUNS: Any (Changes Depending On What I’m Feeling But For Now It’s He/Him Or Whatever Alien/Space Neo Pronouns I Can Find 😋)

💻 SEXUALITY: Omnisexual (Pref 4 Women) + Poly + FictoAroAce (Possibly Semi)

💻 HOBBIES: Drawing + Writing + Gaming

💻 WHAT I’M CURRENTLY OBSESSED WITH: Forsaken

💻 MY FAVOURITE CHARACTERS ATM: Knuckles + Blaze + Shadow + Silver + Scourge + Sonic + Metal + Mario + Peach + Luigi + Rosalina + MX + Mr Virtual + Costume + Mr L (Too Late.exe) + Promotion Mario/Stanley + KiloByte + Mario The Immortal + FRIENDLYPLUMBER +"Sonic"/2017x + 2011x + Curse + NormalCD/Habit + Lord X's Guardians + All Father Sonic + Grey + Dawn + Hypno + Mike + Steven + Boyfriend + Girlfriend + Nene + Bive + Folly + Unpleasant + Pilby + FleshCousin + Melanie + Infected + Teagan + Toodles + Glisten + Rodger + Astro + Shrimpo + Connie + Bobette + Ginger + Rudie + Yatta + Bassie + Cocoa + Flyte + Yuri + Sayori + Stocking + Bloom + Tecna + 007n7 + Chance + Noob + 1x1x1x1 + C00lkidd

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WHAT FANDOMS YOU CAN EXPECT =

💻 Sonic Series

💻 Mario Series

💻 EXE

💻 Horrorbrew

💻 Pokepasta

💻 FNF + Mods

💻 Regretevator

💻 Dandy’s World

💻 DDLC

💻 Cookie Run Kingdom

💻 Danganronpa

💻 Forsaken (I don’t really play the game much but I am aware of the characters and their lore.)

Other Fandoms I’m In But Don’t Write For ATM =

💻 Panty & Stocking

💻 Winx Club

💻 JJBA (Somewhat)

💻 Squid Games ( Kind of contemplating on writing for this fandom)

🧢📘

WHAT YOU CAN EXPECT ME TO AND NOT TO WRITE =

💻 Fluff ✅

💻 Romantic ✅

💻 Platonic ✅

💻 Angst ✅

💻 Smut ✅ (As long as it’s with an adult and not a child even if you request the child to be aged up)

💻 Violence ✅ (To A Certain Extent)

💻 Selfshipping fics (most likely for my own selfships but I may do yours if you give me some details about your f/o + your s/i. Just keep in mind I only write for the fandoms posted above.) ✅

💻 Character X Character ❓(Depends on the ship)

💻 Basic DNI Things e.g. racism, child x adult, assault ❌

Links to other socials:

AO3

ART FIGHT ACCOUNT

BLUESKY/BSKY

DISCORD SERVER (Account Name slimyalienfreak)

SONIC.EXE OC RP ACCOUNT

TOYHOUSE PROFILE

🧢📘

[aziraphales-library]

Heya! Thanks a lot for the work u do for the fandom!!

I'm looking for fics that explore crowley relationship with church/priests/nuns maybe?/etc... The only thing i found was Crowley and Jo's friendship in The Tales of Eden Cottage and I've loved it so much!! It's kind of very specific but i hope u can help me out with these!

Thanks a lot in advance and pls continue your lovely contribution to this fandom! I found so many fics i love thru this blog and started to love so many tropes i didn't even know existed! This blog is heaven especially if you're new to the fandom so thanks a lot for that <3

Hi! We have some fics involving Crowley and/or Aziraphale having conversations with religious figures here, so check those out. Here are a couple more Crowley ones to add...

5 Conversations Overheard in an English Village by chellefic (G)

When Crowley and Aziraphale settle into their new home, they draw the attention of their neighbors, including the village vicar.

Getting it Sorted by lucky_spike (T)

Aziraphale's book-sorting strategies are maddeningly obscure, Crowley's got snake eyes which are tragically bad at reading, and the local vicar is a little bit bored. When the new retiree at the end of the lane asks Father John for a hand in solving a mystery around his house, it seems like a benign enough offer. Read some books, gather some intel, occasionally attend a clandestine meeting in a leaky old garden shed. Surely nothing can go too wrong.

Four Cups of Wine by borealowl (G)

Crowley is terrified of losing Aziraphale again, but unable to confess his feelings. He follows Aziraphale on an errand to America, where they end up invited to a seder and spend the next year being invited to other holidays and gatherings on both sides of the Atlantic. Is Crowley's pining painfully obvious to everyone but Aziraphale? (Yes.) Are the rabbi and her wife going to try and get them together? (Yes.) How many Jewish holidays will these two ineffable idiots be invited to before they finally admit their feelings to each other? (Read it and see!) (And because someone requested it, there is now a link to brief explanatory notes about the various Jewish terms at the beginning of each chapter.) Part 1 of Four Cups of Wine and related stories series

And the one you mentioned...

Mysterious Ways by Jupiter_Ash (G)

Jo Barton had never planned to become a vicar. She had definitely never planned to become a vicar of a motley cluster of rural churches. But here she was, in the middle of the beautiful, peaceful, picturesque South Downs. Didn’t mean she had to like it though. Part 7 of The Tales of Eden Cottage series

- Mod D

[coilgut]

📍 Hi People!

This is my first post here! Let's go

Let's start by clarifying a couple of things:

🚩QUESTIONS: I accept questions! It doesn't matter which one, i am prone to talk about any topic, including suggestive ones (in a good way). U can ask about requests, my OCs, characters, fandoms etc. Or just to leave a message. I accept art requests too, i only do simple things like sketches/doodles, not so complex drawings with many details. But yeah i can paint them decently. If you want to do it, do it. I love any kind of questions, but there are limits so, be respectful. If you send me a question/request that makes me feel uncomfortable, i kindly ask that you keep that on your own blog. Otherwise, i'll either politely decline and just simply delete your ask out of my inbox. Or i didn't understand your question 100% (or i have nothing to answer if it is something specific) so i prefer not to answer it for the moment. AND DO NOT ASK ME TO DONATE MONEY, i don't have any money either lmao. Violate or disrespect my blog rules or DNI, you're blocked. Thank u!

🔖DNI LIST: Against LGBTQ+, necrophile, pedophile, zoophile, plushphile, ableist, anti anti, radqueer, proshipper, incest supporter, objectum, narcissistic abuse believer and things like that etc.

🧩CONTENT: I probably upload content from my ocs or other characters like drawings. Although i'm terrible sometimes (all the time) drawing poses or anything like that without a base or guide. I'll also upload videos and stuff that i find funny.

🪅FANDOMS: I'm in a lot of fandoms, especially series. I'll upload something from those smtimes but not very often because my content has been mostly Cars. But a day you can see me uploading art from a totally different fandom yes,,

📎 EXTRA THINGS: English is not my first language, but ik enough to talk with all of u!

CARS oc side blog acc for questions, info ect;

probably with slow updates/posts..!!

Twitter/X acc (although i haven't posted sm there yet):

https://x.com/coilgut?t=bXHSnsk64OUhk3aDZ3rirQ&s=09

ao3 acc (i mostly upload oc stuff):

https://archiveofourown.org/users/issj1/pseuds/issj1

Roblox acc bc yeah:

I must emphasize that i just want to have a good time sharing art, ideas and other content on this app without getting into controversies or problems with other people. So don't try to look for trouble or say anything nasty because it will be in vain. If you just don't like it you can leave my blog or block, and please don't leave bad comments. Hope everything is clear!

I won't make this text longer, bye!

Last edited: 02/08/25

[my-soul-sings]

the days of us: ch 1 - jealousy

Fandom: Love and Deepspace Characters: Zayne, Caleb and MC Genres: Family, Comedy, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst

Summary: The three were pretty much inseparable, until it was time to say goodbye.

// A collection of stories about Caleb, Zayne and MC until they part ways.

ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4 | ch 5 | ch 6 | ch 7 | ch 8 | ch 9 | ch 10 | ch 11 | ch 12 (end)

*See replies to this post for the AO3 link.

A/N: I'm a sucker for childhood friends fluff so I've been meaning to write a Zayne & Caleb & MC one for the longest time! This series acts like a sort of filler between canon events and also what I imagine their childhood might have been like, so there is some overarching plot linking the chapters together.

Just a note that I refer to them as "oppa" bc I listen to the korean dub when playing the game. I hope you enjoy!

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As far as first impressions went, Caleb didn’t like Zayne. Not one bit. 

The older boy quietly stepped through the front door, trailing behind his parents who were speaking with Granny. He was taller than Caleb, wearing thick-rimmed spectacles and holding a book in his right hand. Caleb couldn’t understand the words printed on the worn cover, but he could guess that it was something to do with medicine; Granny had told him that they would be having a new friend visiting a little more frequently now. Apparently his parents were both renowned doctors and he would probably one day become one too. 

It was impressive for sure, but Caleb had expected someone a little more outgoing and smiley. The boy before him was quiet, somewhat gloomy, and honestly seemed like he’d be a downer at parties. His face was stoic and it was like looking into the face of a robot; Caleb couldn’t guess what he was thinking. 

Their eyes met briefly then, and Zayne looked away first, bringing his book up to his chest like it was his only shield in this very awkward and uncomfortable situation. Clearly, this guy didn’t do that well in social settings. Or was he too smart for them or something? Sheesh. 

MC, on the other hand, seemed quite excited. The shy girl was half-hidden behind Caleb’s frame, but she was peeking out to steal not-so-subtle glances at their new visitor, wide-eyed and curious. She tugged on the hem of Caleb’s shirt, drawing his attention to her. 

He leaned down, and she cupped her hands to whisper directly in his ear. “Is that our new friend?” 

Caleb nodded. “Yeah.” 

“But he’s older than us, right?” 

“Mhmm.” 

“So does that make him our oppa?” 

Caleb felt his heart sink like a rock in that instant. He was always the only person she ever called oppa — and now this punk would be coming along and stealing his title?

Still, he couldn’t show his jealousy or annoyance; Granny had reminded him to be nice because Zayne had just moved into the neighbourhood. So he forced a smile, and ruffled her hair, much to her displeasure. “You can just call him—” 

“Come here, you two. Say ‘hi’ to Zayne. He’s your hyung and oppa,” Granny said, gesturing to Caleb and MC in turn. 

Zayne’s parents ushered him forward, and he cleared his throat before extending his hand to Caleb for a handshake. Caleb found it weird; what happened to a simple wave and a smile? Still, he accepted it firmly, and was mildly surprised to find that Zayne’s hand was ice cold, even though it was in the middle of summer. 

“I’m Zayne. It’s nice to meet you.” 

“Nice to meet you too… hyung.”

“I’m MC!” The little girl dashed out from behind Caleb — so much for being shy — and linked her arm through Zayne’s, almost causing him to lose his grip on his book. He seemed flustered, unsure of how to deal with the girl who was so enthusiastically greeting him even though they had only just met. 

“H-Hello… I’m Zayne.” 

“Granny said you have an Evol too! Can you show us?” 

Zayne seemed rather taken aback by the sudden request, and he turned to his parents who nodded back at him in approval. Then he returned his gaze to the little girl before him, as his cheeks began to turn slightly pink. 

“It’s nothing impressive…” 

Light blue crystals began to form in his hand, and the air around him started to feel cooler. Everyone watched in anticipation as the crystals gradually came together to form a little white seal in his palm, which he then extended to MC. 

“H-Here.” 

MC stared at the object curiously, her fingers poking at the seal to see if it would come apart like the snowmen in the backyard usually did. But this one was firm and cool to the touch. She accepted the snow seal from Zayne, and then her lips formed a wide grin. 

“You’re so cool, Zayne oppa!” 

Caleb’s chest felt heavy, suffocating, and as he watched MC gluing herself to Zayne’s side and asking him to make more snow figures, it didn’t take long for him to realise what exactly this emotion stirring within him was. 

His eyes met with Zayne’s briefly, and this time, he was the first to look away. 

Jealousy. 

[callofwinter]

Better pinned post!

Call me Winter, she/her!

I'm quite new to Tumblr and am still trying to figure things out on here!

I will mostly be posting my art and the occasional craft on here, but be prepared for other shenanigans, too :)

Interests/Fandoms!!

-Star Wars (live action, animation, some books)

-MCYT (Hermitcraft, the Life series, Empires, SOS, Misadventures, plus a few other scattered ones)

-DDVAU <3

-How to Train Your Dragon

-The Magnus Archives

-EPIC: The Musical

-SIX

-Theatre (actor and techie (aka tractor))

-Wings of Fire

-Warriors

-Arcane

-The Dragon Prince

-She-Ra

-Percy Jackson

-Cosplaying

-Bracelet making

-Dragon puppeteering

Favorite music artists!

-The Crane Wives

-Sparkbird

-Rabbitology

-Yaelokre

-The Oh Hellos

-The Arcadian Wild

-AJR

-Chappell Roan

+many more!

Tags

#your honor the blocks are dragons - MCYT dragon design series

#the winter's hand - for posts directed at/for my moots

#the winter's battalion - for posts directed at/for my followers

#winter's response - answering non-request asks

#galactic ramblings - incoherent Star Wars rambles

#howlofwinter - random updates/ramblings

#the winter's canvas - my art :)

Do not repost, trace, copy, steal, or use my art in edits. If you do so, I will be forced to send Evil Kate to live in your basement. /threat

Random Info, PSAs, etc below!

EVERYTHING I post on here is ALWAYS about the characters, not the content creators, unless stated otherwise!! We don't theorize about real people here :)

Requests are always open, but there is no guarantee that I’ll see/get to drawing them! I’ll probably save them for whenever I have art block and tag the person who requested it if/when I do.

Please don't be afraid to tag me in things!! It can be anything, even if it's just a silly thing you think I'll like! I love getting tagged :)

‼️ PLEASE DO NOT SEND ME DONATION ASKS! I am not able to donate and cannot tell what's a scam or not, so I will delete all of these asks! ‼️

I really hope this doesn't need to be said, but because some people suck: DO NOT STEAL MY ART OR IMPERSONATE ME. Tumblr is the only platform I post on. If you find my art anywhere else please tell me IMMEDIATELY. It is NOT me.

Everyone is welcome on this page as long as you are kind and respectful to everyone! I don't care who or what you are, where you're from, what you believe in, what you look like - you are valid and loved, and you are welcome here. Take care of yourselves! <3

Also, to add onto that last part - in order to make this a safe space, I've tried my best to tag all of my posts appropriately with the proper tw's and cw's. Please let me know if I didn't get something and I'll fix it asap! I am also currently working on adding image/video descriptions to all posts that have images or videos to make them more accessible to all.

(more userboxes under cut, flashing lights warning!)

(evil Kate blinker by @justa-opossum, kingdom and flower valley userboxes by @booitsjelly!!)

(I believe that the other userboxes I used don't need credit, but if you happen to come across this and they do need credit, just let me know and I will!)

[jessiarts]

Trying to help these Palestinian Families!

There are two verified Palestinian GFMs in my linktree, and I want to help them meet their fundraiser goals.

To do this I hope to donate my art and time to raise the money.

How this will work is you donate directly to one of the GFMs in my linktree, and then send me a screenshot of your donation receipt as proof (via tumblr ask or email) and I will draw the fandom character(s) prompt you request based off the donation amounts in the graphic below.

Both GFMs are verified by Operation Olive Branch.

First GFM is organized by Tasnim Alhamss (on line #663 of OOB's spreadsheet), who is still trying to evacuate her sister's 3 children as well as her brother's 3 daughters. They're just a little over $2K from their goal. They're so close!

Second GFM is organized by Layal Qudaih (on line #844 of OOB's spreadsheet), who is trying to evacuate newlyweds Hala and Abd Al Aziz, as well as Hala's elderly mother, Amal. Hala was 7 months pregnant when the GFM was created in February. It is now August. That means there is now a baby, just a few months old, who needs evacuating too. They have only achieved 67% of their goal as of writing this post.

Below is the graphic detailing the type of drawing I'll complete in exchange for the amount donated.

I encourage other artists to take this idea and run with it for their own adopted families. Operation Olive Branch has a whole spreadsheet of family fundraisers you can sponsor if you are able!

Hopefully together we can help more families meet their goals and get to safety!

I've included a list of fandoms and shows I'm most familiar with under the cut, but feel free to ask about others!

Again, this is not an exhaustive list, but I did try to put them in alphabetical order to make them easier to look through.

Avatar the Last Airbender

BBC Sherlock

Cartoon Network- Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, Ed Edd & Eddy, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Kids Next Door, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, Johnny Bravo, Powepuff Girls, Dexter's Lab

Child's Play franchise

Coraline

Defiance Series

Doctor Who - mostly 9th Doctor through current Doctor, but I have seen a little bit of Classic Who too

Disney Movies- again, pretty much all of it- but some of my favorites were the Pirates of the Caribbean movies, Hocus Pocus;

classics like Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Tarzan, Emperors New Groove, Lilo and Stitch, etc;

newer stuff like Brave, Encanto, and Coco, Moana, Frozen, etc.

The Hobbit

House MD

Jurassic Park

Looney Toons

Lord of the Rings

Marvel- pretty much all of it, but especially familiar with Guardians of the Galaxy, Thor movies, Loki series, The Avengers, Deadpool, etc

Nickelodeon- Fairly OddParents, Spongebob, Danny Phantom, My Life as a Teenage Robot

Once Upon a Time

Pokemon

The Princess Bride

Scooby Doo

Shrek

Supernatural

Tim Burton Films - Nightmare before Christmas, Corpse Bride, Alice in Wonderland, Sweeney Todd, Beetlejuice, etc

Unus Annus

X-Files

[nymphbroadcast]

𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙉𝙮𝙢𝙥𝙝 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩!

✦ Welcome to my Radio Show! You can call me Nymph!

✦ This is a small presentation about the content of my Blog, Come in and enjoy, if you want to always leave comments with respect!

About my writes:

Currently I write Scenarios, Headcanons and small Incorrect quotes.

All of 1 or 2 characters per Reader, they can be platonic or romantic.

I also write: Fluff, Romantic and Spicy, I don't write Angst for the sake of my mental health :'/.

I DO NOT write: Z**philia, Ped*philia, Inc*st, N*cr*philia, Too Explicit Vi*lence, nor do I accept "Kinks" that are disgusting.

ALL characters who are minor in their original works, in my writings "Spicy" and others will be over 18 years, there will always be a warning.

Fandoms I write for:

Twisted Wonderland. 👑

Genshin Impact.

Hazbin Hotel.

Poppy Playtime.

Five Nights at Freddy's.

Chainsawman.

My Little Pony.

Miraculous Ladybug.

Epic: The musical.

Ever After High.

Monster High.

DC Comics.

K-Pop Demon Hunters. ✨️

And many others like movies or series...

RULES FOR A REQUEST:

Be polite and patient if I don't respond, I will eventually.

If you are a mentally ill person who requests writings of the aforementioned (On things I DO NOT WRITE) be warned that you will be blocked and reported.

Always be respectful of other people's requests, as well as those who are not.

If you are a minor, you enter my writings at your own risk.

I don't write Angst because it makes me emotionally depressed, I'm sorry.

I don't write any kind of canon char x canon char, just Reader or OC x Character, most usually Fem Reader type.

DO NOT REPOST OR STEAL, ONLY REPOST WITH CREDITS!!!

Additional:

I'm also an "Artist" so you'll probably see me posting fanart or OC content here.

Maybe in the future I will do writing or drawing commissions!

I'm in Collegue, so my free time is VERY short, but I promise to write as much as I can!

I'm a Woman/Female, so don't worry if you are embarrassed or ashamed to ask me about any request with your kink/romantic/confort ideal! ♡

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