#Prompt: Crying

[sleepy-bi666]

I had too much fun

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Brucie Wayne gets into a mild accident in public (read-got hit by a car). And Batman would just walk it off (“it’s barely a bruise”), but Brucie obviously… can’t.

So he has to suffer the ordeal of having civilians call paramedics, getting fussed over, and having-

Having his dead son get into the back of the ambulance with him.

Oh- oh no. He must have hit his head worse than he thought. He thought he was past this…

[r3ynah]

DANNY NO—

Despite popular opinion, Danny and Paulina did become good friends after graduation, with Paulina not going to college but instead becoming a famous model and actor loved and adored by everyone in Metropolis, and Danny being able to study Aerospace engineering at Gotham passing with flying colors a real contrast when they were in junior high and while also interning at Wayne Enterprises, and it was working unbelievable well for the both of them.

They would try to meet up once a month, with being miles away from their hometown Danny was the only person she could rely on when something went downhill, they floated towards each other in search of any sort of comfort and normality—well what they consider normal that is.

They would pick between Gotham or Metropolis just to meet in a cafe and just chat about anything, Paulina asks about Sam and Tucker, but mostly Sam (the both of them had enemies to friends to lovers to enemies phase and no one can change my mind bout that, and the both of them are still yearning for each other).

after all these years she sees Danny more as a brother rather than a dorky weirdo who is uncharacteristically obsessed with space, but she loves him—but don't tell him that, and Danny also loves and sees Paulina as family, he knows that even when she complains about how he dresses she will always be there to accompany him shopping( with the excuse that'll she'll die if she's seen by anybody near him, in her words she said that he looked like he dressed himself in the dark, which is fair) and keeping him sane by forcing him to sleep when Tucker, Sam, and Jazz were too busy with their jobs and studies.

Most importantly Danny is there to protect her, sometimes she even offers to pay Danny to be her Bodyguard at galas which he refuses, this is also the reason why she sometimes gets protective of Danny, because if you won't let her pay then she'll just do the same but tenfold— she knows Danny can protect himself but the amount of time she gets emergency calls from the man when he gets injured by the GIW really puts her off.

And it certainly doesn't help when one of there meet ups at Gotham, vigilantes seemed to be around every corner and overly nosy 'civilians' who at first she thought they were there for her, well they did use her as an excuse to get close with the request of signing an autograph but she knew better.

with the way their gaze are fixed on Danny, and their stances always stiff like they're prepared to attack if the skinny man in front of her pick up a butter knife, this was the same in metropolis it bothered her that they were eyeing her friend with such skeptical stares, but at least she knew that the heroes that resides in metropolis won't do anything rash after all, she is famous and with one bad tweet of them from her on twitter she can definitely turn half of the population against them.

But in Gotham? she doesn't really know how the people and economy work, she has supporters there she knew that but they weren't so keen on turning their backs on their vigilantes which were the only ones that really tried protecting them, she's just an actress from another city she knew that she won't have the upper hand here, so she just keeps her head low and make sure that Danny is safe and doesn't get harmed.

It's not like Danny is some sort of rogue, yes his parents are mad scientist and all— but Danny knows better than to follow their steps, for Ancients sake Danny was the beloved vigilante of Amity Park he was there when it all went bad, when no one was there to save them he was there, he was the hope of their town—their god.

So she will rain hell upon earth if ever one of the people that named themselves 'heroes' try to lay a finger on Danny— Fuck her reputation she couldn't care less.

So why? Just Why did he get the attention of vigilantes? and the bats nonetheless, she couldn't keep her curiosity at bay, so she asks.

"Oh them? well, I kinda made my way to their watchlist when I decided to pass my half-assed research all about: 'travelling different alternate universes with the usage of Lazarus waters' " he causally uttered as he picked off the cherry tomatoes out of his plate and onto Paulina's

"did you know ectoplasm here is more commonly known as Lazarus waters? cause I didn't, and when I tried to research more about it online I was stopped by a fire wall, which was embarrassingly easy to get through, and you know what was more embarrassing? it wasn't even worth it, the collected data I gathered was not even 1/4 of the things my parents researched, and I'm speaking about the scientifically correct things"

WHat. Paulina looked at him speechless, "Danny no…"

"Danny, yes.." he cheekily answered, amused by Paulina's stunned face "Boy— you better be joking because I will actually call Jazz"

"Please don't—" poor Danny he looked like he was one second away from passing out and sleeping on the table, who knew being watched by vigilantes has a much bigger toll on his body than when he died.

A/N: Oh noo… Danny being seen as a god by overprotective and devoted Amity Parkers, Oh no…. Guys— I didn't know what happened i was just listening to random things and then Hozier started playing, and now we have this.

[lotus-pear]

horrendously late entry for @luneariann’s dtiys!! congrats on one million ely i’m so proud of you <3

[emacrow]

The baby god.

The world was in panic as Justice League couldn't do anything, a glowing green metorite ball the size of Neptune was heading directly toward Earth.

The green lantern corps couldn't do anything to move the direction of the metorite, Superman couldn't even get near without feeling faint, believing that there was kyptonite on the metorite stopping him.

Not even John could make any deal that involved that metorite at all.

Many city panic, started fighting, crying, and broken down. Many religious groups accept their fate.

Gotham City refused to go out quietly as everyone was throwing a simultaneous party. Even the villains went all out, even Joker didn't cause harm to anyone, much less made a joke at all..

Joker tremblingly held a very old playing joker card that Batman had since their first fight years ago while his eyes, one still black from earlier look to the last live being recorded with Batman's voice speaking on the live, He stayed along side in gotham even when end of the world was here.

Clark Kent stayed with his ma and pa house, lois Lane, holding her hands.

The world stood still as the seemingly the end was close by.

Only for the glowing green metorite was rapidly slowing down, nearly the same length by as the moon even if it was gigantic in comparison.

A gargantuan hands seen to have grasped it, the hands itself were covered in stars and dust as a loudest chirp could be heard around the earth.

Bright bluish green eyes the size of the sun slowly blink with curious, a gigantic toddler the twice size of Jupiter, a chubby face covered in dwarfs star made freckles, a glowing green necklace that held the tiny dwarf pluto, hair the covered Most of the darkness that was the night sky like strains clouds made from the heaven themselves.

A massive deep blue puff escaped the gargantuan being's mouth, raining down all over the earth, where tiny pure crystalized ice was the size of a baby pearl that never melted.

Everyone who was watching the live or was watching outside could see the being clearly.

The metorite threatened to end all life on earth as they knew it was stopped by a god.

The god slowly turned, the bright white hair swaying star dust everywhere in the sky as they were turning to someone and floated away, the joyous young laughter of a toddler echoing on earth.

[gomzdrawfr]

Based on @laswells-ashtray's post here

[cameronsbabydoll]

currently my favorite writer😫goshhh thinking about rafe with babydoll reader locking her inside the room cause she’s having a tantrum ! :( (lwk that one scene with him and sarah)

It starts with a no.

Sharp and final, the way Rafe always says it. No room for argument, no space for negotiation.

And you try, anyway.

You bat your lashes, tug on his arm, press your cheek against his shoulder. “Rafe,” you whine, stretching his name out all pretty, soft, the way he likes. “Please?”

His gaze flicks down to you, unreadable. “I said no.”

That should be the end of it. Normally, you would pout, sigh, and let it go—because Rafe’s patience only stretches so far, and you know better than to pull at it.

But today, something in you pushes.

Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at his phone instead of you, attention elsewhere, thumb lazily scrolling while you’re practically begging him. Maybe it’s the boredom, the way the walls of the house feel too close, like they’re pressing in on you. Maybe it’s just that you want to win.

So, you try again. “You’re being so mean,” you huff, crossing your arms. “You just want to control me.”

That gets his attention. His jaw ticks, the muscle feathering, and his phone slips into his pocket.

"Careful," he mutters, voice slow, heavy, laced with warning.

You should back down. You know you should back down.

But you don't.

Instead, you turn your back to him with a dramatic little huff, arms crossed so tightly your nails dig into your skin. “I hate you.”

Silence.

It lasts one, two, three seconds before he moves.

You hear it before you feel it—the scrape of his shoe against the hardwood, the sharp inhale through his nose. And then—his hand.

Big, strong, unyielding.

It latches onto your wrist and yanks, spinning you around so fast your breath catches.

"Yeah?" he taunts, voice eerily calm as he drags you forward. "That right, babydoll?"

"Rafe—" you whine, your free hand grabbing at his arm, trying to pull away. He doesn’t let you.

Instead, he starts walking, and you stumble trying to keep up, feet barely keeping pace with the force of his grip.

"Let go!" You twist, squirm, nails pressing into his skin.

He just grips you tighter, dragging you up the stairs, down the hall. You claw at him, reach for the railing, anything to ground yourself, but he rips you away from it like you weigh nothing.

"Rafe, stop!"

He doesn’t. Not when he shoves open the bedroom door, not when he all but throws you inside, not when you stumble back, wide-eyed, heart thudding.

And then—click.

The lock slides into place.

You freeze, staring at the door like it might open if you look hard enough.

Then, you lunge.

"Rafe!" you cry, rattling the knob, yanking at it with both hands. “Rafe, open the door!”

Silence.

Your chest rises and falls in short, shallow breaths. Your bottom lip trembles. "I—I didn't mean it," you sniffle, pressing your forehead to the door. "Please, don't leave me in here."

Nothing.

Your knees buckle, and you sink to the floor, curling into yourself. The room feels colder, emptier, without him. You hate it. You hate when he does this, when he makes you wait.

Minutes pass—maybe longer—before you hear the lock turn.

You lift your head, vision blurry, sniffling as Rafe crouches in front of you. He leans forward, forearm resting on his knee, eyes dragging over your trembling form. All cried out.

His fingers curl under your chin, tilting your face up.

"Done bein’ difficult, huh, babydoll?"

You nod frantically, eager, desperate.

He hums, thumb swiping beneath your damp lashes, and smirks. "That’s my girl."

[whumpitisthen]

Characters that are out of it. Cannot see past their anger, their fear, their conditioning, their confusion. Maybe they're drugged, maybe not. I need to see some characters so completely lost and causing problems, be it a whumpee begging their caretaker not to hurt them because they think they're still with whumper, or whumper seeing red and going too far even for them, or even caretaker having their own issues and not being able to properly caretake and scaring or even hurting whumpee.

Put your characters into the spin cycle. Confuse them!! Make them lose sight of their surroundings and make them do shit that makes no sense!!! Make sure they hurt someone they didn't intend to!!! Confused crying!!!!!!! Do it!! To them!!!

[stars-obsession-pit]

“No, I don’t need to ‘move on’”

Danny is staying in a shitty, run-down apartment in Gotham with Sam and Tucker, having been forced to flee from Amity Park due to the GIW.

An apartment that happens to share a building with one of Jason’s safe houses (or some family he checks on fairly often, or etc). So while Jason may not be like, close friends with the trio, he does know that they exist.

Then a rogue attack takes the lives of Sam and Tucker, and Jason notices how badly Danny seems to be taking the loss. He catches glimpses through the window of the younger boy still setting three plates at the table, holding conversations with thin air, and even talking about the others in the present tense as if they were still around.

Jason’s no therapist, but he knows that level of denial can’t be healthy.

So he asks the other Bats for advice in how to get through to the kid. Gotham’s mental health resources may be… lacking, but there has to be something they can do to help Danny process his losses and recover.

…what Jason doesn’t know is that Danny doesn’t need to. Sam and Tucker did die, yes, but they very much aren’t gone. They’re ghosts. It’s just that most people—Jason included—can’t see ghosts outside of ectoplasm-rich areas unless they were born with the special ability to do so.

[awhumpityblog]

You know what? A whumpee who never cries. Maybe they came from an unstable or stressful background. No matter how much whumper screams at them, humiliates them, tortures them, they're just taking it all not necessarily stoicly, but they sure aren't reacting as strongly as most would.

And then they're rescued. Caretaker sees the stress and pain written all over their face. Wordlessly pulls whumpee into their arms.

And whumpee just breaks down.

[cute-sucker]

being rafe's girl meant giggling along to his jokes, as his hand was possessively wrapped around your waist.

being rafe's girl meant sitting in his lap during important meetings, bright eyes, and whispering in his ear every single time you didn't understand something (50% you were just looking at him confused)

being rafe's girl meant wearing your wedding ring, and whenever someone got too close - flashing it in their eyes so they knew who you belonged to

being rafe's girl was seeing him in his worst, and best, as his bleary eyes called out for you, you cooed at him like he was the prince in your fairy tales

being rafe's girl meant going to the beach, before shrieking going into the water, and then jumping out with a cute pout on your face, demanding that rafe buy you an ice cream

being rafe's girl meant that he would smile at you earnestly, from ear to ear, and someone people would be so shocked seeing you - a cute thing that was hanging on his lap

being rafe's girl meant going to his work and accidentally getting mistaken for his worker, and ending up doing some work at his firm before him coming to find you

being rafe's girl was getting special attention the minute rafe found out you had been mistaken for his worker, and getting that very same person who forced you into the job fired

being rafe's girl meant playing the piano for him, and then shly asking rafe to join, as you watched his trembling hands reminisce of a time that was better than all

being rafe girl was jumping into his arms every single time he came home, kissing his cheeks, and then telling him how much you missed him,

being rafe's girl meant many things <3

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

After some very eventful weeks of Jason’s debut as the Red Hood he takes a well deserved night off and decides to crash in one of his safe houses.

He did not count on one of the Bats finding him there.

So to keep his plans from being torpedoed entirely Jason goes with the split second decision of pretending he was held captive by the Red Hood.

[heartorbit]

the narcissist fools himself

[crow-crystal]

DP x DC PROMPT

Waylon didn't plan this. He didn't plan to meet a kid in the sewers, and he certainly didn't plan on adopting the little tyke. Then again, the toddler kinda adopted him first. Danny was obviously a meta or something. No normal kid looked like a strange mix of fae and animal. Though the kid was happily calling himself a crocodile anytime someone asked what he was nowadays. It wasn't too long after Waylon adopted (Danny refused to leave and started calling him dad, so he gave up and accepted his fate) that another kid appeared. She was a spitfire, that was for sure, a little red-headed werewolf named Jazz. She was only a bit older than Danny, too.

Tucker is a meta (You decide the powers) and visits the family in the sewers with new random tech he makes. He was reborn in a nice (eh) part of gotham. His family chose to reincarnate with him, so they knew everything. They're just happy to enjoy trying things and jobs they didn't get to last life.

Sam is rich, again, much to her loathing. She's the daughter of a couple owning a company that is mostly focused on making things clean the earth (only reason she isn't seething), and also, she's a meta with control over plants. Her parents are infact ghosts that the group had befriended that happened to be planning on reincarnating anyway. They don't remember everything. Not everyone was allowed that, (ghost king Danny had privileges to ensure he didn't ignore infinite realms issues. Stupid Observants.) So Sam gets along swell with her new parents, and Tucker does as well.

Danny and Jazz end up being the reason Waylon gets an apartment. Its in crime ally, but hey, it's better than the sewers. (They still go down to the sewers. It's still their territory, their haunt. Plus, Uncle Grundy is there!) It makes it easier for Tucker to visit. (Tuck and his parents' visit for Thanksgiving and Christmas, Waylon has adult friends now, yay!).

Yada Yada, after a year or two passes, Danny gets summoned, and the Justice League is too late to stop it. Baby Danny is in ghost king regalia, confused, but before the Justice League can do anything, Jazz has already ripped open a portal (thanks wulf and cujo) and the heroes are facing a VERY angry werewolf pup and a PISSED Waylon Jones who's too busy picking his tired and disoriented ghost kid up and letting Jazz climb up his back while growling at the heroes to do anything else. Batman, in a rare sense of smartness, let's them leave without a word.

Batman may or may not be arguing with Jason about interrogating them, but eventually doesn't as a way to appease Jason and bc he knows the tired dad look waylon has.

[emacrow]

Cass secretly brought home a cardboard box during Mr. Freeze attempt to freeze gotham again after patrols.

Problem being is nobody knows that she brought home a creature until things started going missing.

First it was Damian's favorite katana, then dick's nightwing mask, Tim's personal coffee mug that he still accusing of Dick taking it, Duke's special sunglasses, one of the Barb's purples USBs, one of alfred's cookie mixing batter spoons, Jason's old Robin cape during a few months or so..

It came to Bruce attention the moment his batman belt went missing when he went down the batcave...

Someone brought something home that taking their stuff and mostly all point to Damian who swears on the lararus pits themselves that he didn't do it.

Cass is quiet the whole time.. until Tim noticed and pointed out that in the board of missing stuff and clues that She didn't get any of her stuff stolen..

Her face went still before a tiny adorable dust of pink went across her face as she handed signed that she may have.... found a abandoned creature during patrols... a couple of months ago.

Cass leading them to her room to her closet that look iced cold yet able to function still where a makeshift nest of sort of soft blue space related blankets, and all the stuff that were stolen along with other items they didn't even noticed were taken.

And the culprit behind it all was a tiny little looking 8 year old boy with pale skin, glowing defying gravity like black mixed white hair, with pale mixed greenish blue eyes. The kid wearing one dove hoodie Jammies, staring wide eyed at them.

Before the batfam can speak, Cass made a shushing motion with her mouth as she signed that he can't really control his voice that sound much like a banshee.

Part 2

[thechaoticfanartist]

Things about crying I'd love to see in more whump:

- Being tired. Even if they weren't tired before they're tired now. Crying takes energy. Sometimes they sleep easier after crying.

- Eyes hurting. It may just be me but sometimes eyes can hurt after crying. It's not talked about enough.

- Dried tears!! Whumpee who has cried but can't/ doesn't wash their face and so now they can still feel where their tears have dried and their skin is uncomfortable. Perhaps hurting/burning to tie into the last one.