#entity writes dc

[an-entity-i-think]

What if Jason did the whole shtick of "wow another Robin huh? You'd think the old bats would think better of it after the last one kicked it" and then Tim is dead faced pissed and punches him in the face and goes "Don't ever talk about my dead girlfriend like that again" and Jason's just bluescreens cause wat

[starry-bi-sky]

more clone^2 memes because i think they're funny

[tanglepelt]

Run ghost run

second chapter

I had a thought. Danny hiding in Gotham to keep the infinite realm from starting a war. It plague my mind. So now I’m writing it.

A single warning was all humanity had.

The infinite realms would no longer allow the attacks on their people. They assured him that no matter the outcome he would be safe. All ecto beings and ecto contaminated were to be evacuated prior to the attack. As he and his friends were mostly or half human they would be sent elsewhere in time or perhaps a different universe if the need arises

Sam, Tucker and Jazz all knew what their afterlife held. Everyone else was up in the air.

He pleaded not to attack earth and argued that not everyone their deserved a war. He knew they couldn’t destroy the planet to preserve their own dimension as too many natural portals occurred. But the entire human race could be eradicated without impact to this dimension. They did agree to listen to his reasoning but only as upon his death he will be declared king. He had no power to control the realm or make orders until his coronation. The realm would remain under the councils guidance until he was a mature ghost.

They treated him like a child. According to them he was one. He had been half ghost for less than a year. He had only realized his rouges constantly attacking him was part of the culture when Pandora informed him. Them attacking him was to ensure he was well taught and ready for the realm. To them it was play fighting.

When he sealed away Piraha Dark it made them even worse. They wanted to fight him even more. He needed to be a better fighter and there was no better way to learn. They just wanted an excuse to fight him more like it. With the exception of skulker who was just hunting him to be a jerk. He didn’t have the luxury others did entering the realm, he would have to learn the culture not form with the knowledge.

Just as they demanded more fights with him they were over protective as well. One time when his parents were trigger happy in one of their hunts for him, Lunch Lady had used her meat to shield him from the blast. Technus had attacked Fenton works disarming the anti-ghost security system for a week. His parents had to figure out how to ecto proof technology it was funny to watch. While they were still attacking him and getting souped. They would protect him. His parent got so much worse. All ecto beings were scum. They were more determined to get there hands on a ghost. Time and time again saying they would tear them up molecule by molecule.

Clockwork was the only one who stood with Danny saying that one warning should be given. No more no less. The council immediately agreed with the master of time. With that the meeting adjourned and Clockwork gave him a message that when running he should follow the birds and bats as they would help. Clockwork then vanished like the cryptid he was.

When it came time to deliver the warning any hope Danny had of it working was lost. They weren't going to any higher power, not the president or governor not even the press. They would only hand the warning over directly to the GIW. They followed the ant-ecto acts, enforced the policies, it was their fault. They attacked and experimented on the citizens of the realm. It was up to them to rectify their offense.

How could Danny explain to them that the government agency would never turn it over? It wasn’t the norm for the realms, the warning or notice of attack was always given to the opponent. No reason to tell the press or government. They had no issues with the other humans but just the one group . If that group wanted to doom human life it was on them.

Danny managed to con his way into being there when the warning was handed over. He claimed it would be a good learning experience. He had a plan, and it was brilliant when the GIW threw it away he would grab it and hand it over to the news. The public was always antiwar. At least the records in the library said so. He assumed they still were Amity has been a closed off town. There wasn’t much from other cities or states.

Many residents have remained for generations, and no one really had social media. There was no point as everyone had their own cliques. Sam and Tucker had a few outside connections. Sam with activist and her ultra-recyclo-vegetarian group. Tucker was connected to a few tech geeks and video game friends. Personally, he only knew people from town.

He assumed a news source out of town would be the best deal. They shouldn’t have any problems with ghosts and these “supervillains”. An outside perspective could be just what they needed. There would be no bias against the infinite realms.

They were off to give away the warning a portal opening at the GIW in their base of operations. Frostbite summoned a wall of ice around them. The declaration was on a glowing green scroll. It announced the warning out loud, then proceeded to get brighter and brighter unit, it burst into flames and disappeared. There went his bright idea. As the scroll disappeared a glowing green circle expanded out until the light passed through them and continued on. The power it radiated was intense.

When the light passed through he was grabbed, and they went back to the ghost zone. It was certainly a learning experience. Learning the plan he made was no good. Politics were not his thing. He was dreading the days he would be expected to make decisions. He’d rather fight any day of the week. The citizens were definitely rubbing off on him.

At least Pandora and Frostbite agreed to try and keep everyone out of the human realm. They could not guarantee anything. Frostbite didn’t want to see the injuries a war would cause and the potential losses. Pandora simply said there were still people on earth she didn’t want to see suffer. Both knew they couldn’t stop a war, but they could delay it. If the anti-ecto acts were disbanded and those responsible punished no war would be necessary.

With a promise from the two to guard the portal he returned home. He planned to close the portal and erase his parents from the Fenton lock, it would only work for about a day. They would just reprogram it. 24 hours could change everything. He entered the lab via portal invisible. It was empty.

A ring of light

the door slamming open

Stomping down the stairs

He was face to face mid transformation in front of his dad

He really sucked at making plans.

Then it was all black

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #356

Paulina and Dash and their adventures of starting a Ghost Extermination service and encounter the man that every paranormal hunter dreads, as he leaves destruction in his wake; John Constantine.

[naggingatlas]

i think people's takes on jev being this like thousand year old creatura are fascinating and fit even my interpretation of his character and place in the story (as like. a representation of the setting at large. an archaic force being shoved into a simulation/loop/machine. cosmis horror kinda shit) but i also think it's 1. funnier 2. scarier 3. more emotionally scarring to imagine him as like. a 30, 40, 50 year old man. just a quirky little guy. he had a childhood, maybe he got picked up by seam as an urchin and they were a travelling magic act and clownery and judy n punch duo and they stole apples from the market and he climbed trees w his little paws before someone made him wear shoes. he was a brash teenager and he played the accordion and kept all of his trinkets in a little chest he used to sleep in. seam made his suits, from his own crayon drawings. he was a middle aged man disenchanted with his work and he sought shelter from the boredom in bothering others. and he ran away so many times and he slept outside and he helped seam make their own beer and mead and they still played the accordion and the hurdy-gurdy together. isn't it scarier to make him a normal man? who turns into what we see? doesn't that hurt more doesn't that make his character even deeper. he was just like you and this means That can happen to you too, grounding stuff like that is like one of the basic rules of horror. and then he just goes to jail they straight up lock a mentally ill guy with all those horrors in the basement - not an old-as-time-itself demon, not a savage beast, but. a man. jevil russian sleep experiment au.

again im not calling anyone out its just an interpretation ive NEVER seen anyone else come up with and i genuinely wonder why and if my other jev readings continue to be weird as fuck to other people

[msfcatlover]

Hunt-aligned Stephanie Brown, my beloved.

[seehowsupplethespineis]

I’ve been reading a lot of DC lately and thought I should share some of the Transformers references I’ve come across. There are probably many more and if I find them, I shall update this compilation.

(Also, so true, Plastic Man. So true...)

[pencil-for-a-dog]

When dipper opened his eyes he felt lost, burry as he just woke upin the floor. He blinked more, eliminating the fog that stopped him from seeing straight, and once he achieve his objective, he couldn’t stop the feeling. He just couldn’t recognize a single thing that may or not indicate that he’s somewhere near, if not in, Gravity Falls. The floor was some kind of metal, grey at sight and shiny where the light of the bulbs hit on it, the walls weren’t that different, old gray material with vestigios of the reflected light. The roof was some dark color, probably the same material as the resto f the room but it was fullfilled with warm light bulbs that illuminate the room.

Honestly, he can’t remember how, in the beloved name of everything that’s wrong with Gravity Fall’s physics, he got wherever this place is. He manage to sit on the floor, feeling some pain in his muscles and bones, like he had been putting his body in some stressing activies, like running for miles and hours a¡or fighting too much. He closed his eyes, take a long breath just to oprn his eyes and blinked again, thinking it was the fog he felt in his brain the one that stopped him from recognizing anything in this place. Looking aroung waitinng for some kind of answer to appear just in front of him. Like magic.

Clearly, magic isn’t in his side right now, as he is somewhere for something-probably-a-god-if-not-baby-time knows how much. He sighed, it’s clear that it’s summer, this kind of stuff only happens on summer.

He sighed again, this time with more feeling as he went and pulled his hand trough his hair- His hair. Where is his hat?

He moved his head just to find the hat on the floor, probably aside of where his head was.

Then, it became clear.

He remembers the entire day, waking up early, having a messy but fun breakfast with Mabel, left the house while talking, arriving to school just to find out that Pacifica sent a text with “URGENT” in caps. A scream, everything too fast and too slow. Blackness.

Is not summer.

And Wendy’s hat is the one on the floor.

And he has no time to think, to panic, as a masked guy in a red and black costume seems to appear from the shadows.

“Who are you?” The guy asks in a caution tone as he is ready to fight.

“Oh for fuck’s sake” Dipper feeling fuzzy and confused. This is Mabel’s fault, probably. She really should stop dating crazy magic guys.

[sinestrosmind]

Nothing You Do Matters

Summary: “You really should let me hold the entity when you’re not in battle, my dear.” Sinestro says, and Fireclaw shook his head.

“I will never let you go!” Parallax roared, and Fireclaw sobbed.

“He won’t let me go.”

Warnings: Talk of death, Emotional abuse, anxiety attack??? (Parallax attack)

Characters: Topaz Fireclaw, Parallax

Wordcount: 405

     "Nothing you do matters."

     It's that voice again. That dark, menacing, taunting voice. Usually, the entity only reared his ugly head when his host was asleep, as that was the easiest time for him to take advantage of the poor lantern. Though this time, it was different.

     Fireclaw was quick, as soon as he had heard the entity begin to mumble. He moved through the halls, past door upon door, and scaled the stairs. He could've flown, but he feared that tapping into the yellow light in order to fly would allow Parallax a window to take control of him.

     "When you are old and on your deathbed you will look back on your life and see you have wasted it!"

     Parallax's now deafening voice made Fireclaw lose his balance and train of thought, slamming roughly into a wall with a yelp. The cat struggled to open the door, vision spinning with Parallax's influence and blurry with tears, but he managed, stumbling into the room.

     "No!" came Parallax's demanding, deafening voice. "You will disturb him! He will be upset with you!" he hisses. "You are afraid of that, are you not?"

     Fireclaw was. He really was. But he knew Sinestro wouldn't be mad. It may be his day off, but he still cared. Barely managing to open the door and stagger into the room, Fireclaw fought back tears as he called out. “Sinestro!” His voice was broken, pained, and he hadn’t remembered to close the door. He hadn’t noticed a construct close it for him as he entered the livingroom, ears flat against his head.

     Sinestro had already known something was wrong, he’d heard the thud outside his door and, prior to that, he had alerts from his ring, making him aware of Fireclaw’s coming arrival. As soon as he’d heard his name, he stood, and was quick to bring Fireclaw into his arms and hold him tight.

     Once Sinestro had wrapped his arms around Fireclaw, the tom broke, crying into the Korugarian’s chest. Sinestro gently ran his fingers through the feline’s fur, sometimes pausing to rub behind his ear. “It was Parallax again, wasn’t it?” Sinestro gently asked, and Fireclaw nodded before rubbing his face against the Korugarian.

     “You really should let me hold the entity when you’re not in battle, my dear.” And Fireclaw shook his head.

     “I will never let you go!” Parallax roared, and Fireclaw sobbed.

     “He won’t let me go.”

[an-entity-i-think]

*on a mission*

Character A: *ends up in a situation* okay this person is into some Stuff can someone do some research into bdsm or equivalent?

Character B: *cracks knuckles, no hesitation* well you see- *does an entire VERY specific spiel about the different aspects of bdsm* -and that's about the general idea.

Everyone:

Character A:

Character B:

Character A: *swallows thickly* so um. Any first hand experience?

Character B: *completely stoic* Focus on the mission, A.

[yupekosi]

hello dp x dc fandom i have. a concept for u

so one of those 'Phantom meets the Justice League' fics (maybe with Ghost King!Danny?) and Danny's trying so hard to be as Mature and Adult as possible so they take him seriously and he makes a good impression. he's practiced this with Clockwork he can Be Professional he's totally got this

most of the League is ranging from diplomatic to outright suspicious (cough cough Batman) of this powerful unknown entity who apparently comes from an entire species of extradimensional creatures they had no idea about

J'onn J'onnz, local telepath, is watching this go down knowing full well that Phantom's thoughts are swinging wildly between 'holy shit i'm in SPACE this is so cool i get to meet the JUSTICE LEAGUE oh man they're so awesome' and 'ancients PLEASE think i'm a Mature and Capable Adult'.

(EDIT: i don't plan on writing this shower thought into a fic but if anyone wants to, feel free! just plz give credit in the notes or something :3)

[angryricepudding]

I've been wanting to try out writing a dp x dc prompt! This is my first, so it might not be my best!

...

Batman was no magician. He had good perception, unknowingly because of his own liminality, but he couldn't speak backwards like Zatanna, or summon entities like Constantine. He didn't have to, because when a 20-year-old Danny walked into the library lobby, he could...feel him more than he could see him, almost.

Danny felt like ice, like that sort of snow that's so cold it hurts. He felt like the white hot pain of angry grieving, but at the same time, calm and resolve. He felt like an end of life but the beginning of an eon. Of multiple. Like he was a bridge of sorts, a protector, stable yet fickle.

He felt dangerous, but Batman (who was as his alias, Bruce Wayne), felt safe. Something he rarely felt. But like an anxiety struggling to come to terms with the danger and the mortality that life subjected it's children to. That's it. Danny felt like unrelenting life, but at the same time, so quiet. He felt like death, The kind of death that eased the lives that might be overdo or suffering.

Bruce's breath slowed to a stop, as Danny walked up to a girl and a boy who had been sitting at the table near the desk he was standing at. He was checking out a book for Damien, but this...Danny was captivating... Danny's mouth opened, and Bruce's body tensed in anticipation.

"The Barbie Movie is out! Guess who got us reserved seats!"

[spacedace]

So I just read that Bizarro apparently became the King of Hell at some point and just - the beautiful chaos that this mixed with Ghost King Danny's could bring!

Dp x dc writing prompt time:

JL Dark keeps hearing rumblings that some powerful force in Hell is the favorite vassel of the new High King of the Infinite Realms and is deeply concerned over what that says about the new King and his intentions. Pariah Dark was bad news, but he never had the backing of any of the Hells. This new King defeated Pariah Dark and seems to be making some terrifying friends, which can't spell anything but trouble for the living world.

While trying to investigate they end up getting the Infinite Realms' attention. Danny decides this is as good a time as any to try and make a good introduction with the Justice League and see if he can convince them to stop the Anti-Ecto Act & the GIW. And who better to be his ambassador than his new buddy who used to work with all of those heroes? Bizarro said he was missing his friends anyway, he can visit them while doing Ambassador stuff!

Both JL Light & Dark are freaking out at the news that the Infinite Realms is sending some unknown but high ranking and powerful entity from Hell into the living world for what can only be an initial attack of an invasion attempt. They have no idea who is coming or how bad a fight they are in for. They scramble to get as many people on deck for what they assume to be a fight for thr fate of the world - if not the universe itself - if they can't rebuff this initial invasion.

When the portal opens - much smaller than they expected, honestly - no one is ready for Bizzaro to come out, arms full of brightly wrapped gifts for his friends, looking delighted that so many people came to welcome him back.

[river-lethe-tears]

DC x DP Prompt

Sam gets Summoned

So instead of Danny being the one summoned, this time it’s Sam. Like, being possessed by Overgrowth (or whatever he’s name is stupid plant ghost :/ ) , made her get some cool plant powers and stuff. 

So the cult is trying to summon Overgrowth to return Earth to its former green glory or whatever. But instead gets this small goth girl. Who is suddenly looking very pissed off and angry. And oh no. They try to be really respectful and stuff because what if this is Overgrowth putting them through a test? So they toss their sacrifices into the circle because of course the entity is not happy until it gets what it was promised. 

The sacrifices are probably either Poison Ivy who they somehow got (most likely through threatening Harley than knocking them both out to use as sacrifices) or Red Hood since Jason was dead and all plus Lazarus Pits. (Or Batfamily if you’re more partial to that but I did not think of this prompt with them in mind as the sacrifices lol)

So Sam is really confused and pissed off cause she was in the middle of something with Danny and Tucker and both of those idiots are probably freaking out, so she needs to get back as soon as possible. So she just gives a nasty (burger) glare and just waves her hands. Plants start sprouting from the ground and knocking the cult out. Once Sam done she just rolls her eyes in all her goth glory and walks over to the sacrifices to untie them. Poison Ivy then just watches everything play out with amusement as Harley tries to cheer Sam on. If the sacrifices are Poison Ivy and Harley or Red Hood than they compliment Sam on her skills. If it’s anyone else it’s up to your imagination.

So yeah that happens. Depending on who the sacrifices are, after an undetermined time talking Sam just walks back to the summoning circle. She knows all about this stuff due to all the rants Danny goes on and on with about people being so inconsiderate when summoning him. So she just concentrates and taps into either her liminal status, powers due to Overgrowth, or ectoplasm residue in her system and reverse summons herself back to Amity.

The rest of the bats burst in just as Sam starts to reverse summon herself. And are freaking out or shocked before she is just gone. They only get a few glimpses at her and they can’t grasp the colours since the summoning circle starts to glow bright green. Poison Ivy and Harley won’t really tell them anything since they are amused at the bats frustration. (Bats knew to rescue them cause Selena told them that they were missing; Sirens are reformed(?) in this AU)

So the bats are trying to find out more information on this being the cult summoned and the Sirens aren’t really being that helpful. Selena finds it hilarious after Ivy and Harley inform her what happened. 

Just imagine a few months later there’s a Wayne Gala going on and the Mansons were invited so of course they came and dragged Sam along. Who also ended up dragging Danny and Tucker along. And the bats casually freak out when they see this girl who looks kinda like the being they saw in that warehouse a few months ago. Oh gods above. Poison Ivy please pick up. Please don’t let this be another Gala being crashed. They can handle their rouges, not inter-dimensional beings they have no information about. 

Danny and Tucker naturally finds this hilarious.

Until Tucker gets summoned a month later.

~~~ Please excuse the horrible everything. I am writing this very late, but I had to do a brain dump since this was haunting (haha) my brain. I literally had this idea pop up and not go away while trying to fall asleep. There are so many run off sentences, but I can’t bring myself to care anymore. Sleep waits for no man, woman, or in between before claiming their conscience for a few hours (or days). I might come back later to fix this up and fill plot holes. But that’s a huge maybe. Also I couldn’t be bothered to actually searched up Overgrowth’s real name lol or to fact check anything. My brain is gone. Into the wind. :p

[hanasnx]

diff anon but what fandoms did you meet your close moots through? i don’t know if that counts as indy lore

that counts! more under the cut. i wanted to talk about all my mutuals

@its-clockwork-princess one of my best, oldest, and dearest friends. years and years of friendship, roleplay, fanfiction, writing. every time i see a duo on screen or in any media my first thought is always her and my second thought is always “us.” we went through a thousand different fandoms and i can’t remember our first but we definitely bonded heavily over fandoms like marvel, dc, and fnaf at the very early stages of our friendship. her dad was actually dating my mom for a long time, which gave us plenty of time together. literally cant even summarize everything we’ve gone through together, everything we’ve built, seriously been friends for a decade and i plan on staying that way for the rest of my life. i cant imagine my life without her, how bleak and colorless it would’ve been. i’m honored to know such a generous and kind person, and someone who helped shape me into who i am today. a love truly unconditional.

@ohgodmyeyes loved his takes on anakin, thought he was so real and so down to earth even though he could stand to be more egotistical considering how talented he is. i think about a certain post he made about anakin -> vader's dick literally once a day. i'm not even exaggerating at all when i say it was my roman empire. in just that small amount of time i was taught his quiet confidence, his exquisite way with words, and his unapologetic thought process. i maintain a distance from him because i'm playing the long game and from what i've seen on his personal posts i feel like he might be overwhelmed if i come on too strong, as i often do. but that doesn't stop me from grinning every time i see him in my notifs and i get to think, "this message was approved by ohgodmyeyes." very proudly.

@somuchfrstardust we talked in the comment section of anakin edits on tiktok i feel like and then i was like "hey wanna be friends" and we haven't talked in a while but that's totally cool, that's just how i am. i still consider them my friend i think they're a rly cool person.

@banakinbabygirl was one of the first anakin/hayden blogs i followed, i love how they write smut. it's a very emotional way of writing, very heavy on the descriptions and realistic reactions that drew me in and kept me there.

@starmanskywalker is one of my favorite writers in general. anything on her masterlist is an instant recommendation from me, instant like, instant reblog, instant indy review. i'm such a jealous person in general but the way i feel about alanis' writing is beyond jealousy. it's admiration, it's fondness, it's awe. i don’t feel envious i feel fulfilled. i was very proud to become her mutual, her friend, be on a first name basis with her, and write fanfiction with her. we have a collab we've been working on for a while but because we're both so busy and it's such a big project it takes a lot of time and a lot of love, but i'm still so excited for the day it's finished and can be published.

@xstarkillerx is so much more than a person i met on the internet. truly one of my best friends, and i can’t imagine not having him in my life. there’s so much i can say that i have actually already said on this blog before. donnie has a way with seeing the world i just love to hear about. i’ll ask his opinions and experiences on everything simply to hear what he, specifically, has to say about it. when we have conversations inhibitions are left at the door for the both of us instead of just me. i feel skinless, muscle-less, body-less with donnie. an entity obsessed with him on discord as we write novels to each other, sonnets about how we view the world and its fictions. donnie is my bread and butter, and i’m so glad i found him and stalked him and forced him to be my friend and now he’s reliant on me just like i want.

@weixuldo such a sweet person and very understanding of me and my boundaries. i first found wei’s blog through their fanart of darth vader which i loved so much i sent every single one of their posts to my best friend who i mentioned at the beginning of this post. i still go back to look at those works every so often to brush up on my love for them. such a talented artist i’m very happy i’m worthy of a follow back, and that we enjoy each other’s content.

@mcondance i met through hobie brown back in june 2022. i loved how they kept luring me to their page by mentioning me and my hobie works they kept reading, i swear they were using my vanity as bait and it worked. they are, genuinely, so fucking funny. i only have friends that are funny don’t get me wrong, but there’s something about jupie that when i’m talking about them to other people, that person is like “omg jupie is so funny.” like. jupie just transcends my sense of humor to other people’s. they’re funny to the masses. i’m very bad at texting, but jupie is a person i try to reach out to so they know i’m virtually loving on them. they like the attention. another writer i’m so pleased to be mutuals with when they’re so skilled at the part of writing i always feel like i’m most wooden at. the side of smut writing that takes feeling and sensation and even an edge of genuine horniness, jupie is so good at translating that onto a page.

@murdrdocs is another mutual i gained from the height of the hobie brown era and i believe i saw her content through jupie’s page. now we don’t get to talk too much but that doesn’t mean i don’t think she’s not a super cool person. i don’t read much, but the things i do get to read specifically on icarus’ page make me very proud to be her mutual. not only is she an accomplished and gorgeous writer, but her blog designs are always envy-inducing. she shifts her aesthetics so seamlessly—even tho i know how changing a theme can be draining and time-consuming—and it’s always easy on the eyes. her navigation is especially creative and i’ll never forget her newspaper clipping themed announcement for last kinktober.

@princessbrunette another writer i’m constantly in awe of. i met her through her anakin works, and invited myself onto her kinktober taglist when she was still a relatively new blog that’s how much i was instantly attracted to her work. her style is so distinct and so refined, i can overlook non canon work because hers is just that good. she’s also very funny, and has a gifted silver tongue. i’m always impressed with how she’s able to paint a picture in her pieces using nothing but the most concise and visualizing words. it’s not often that i watch something because a friend watched it, but i watched obx for her so i could still enjoy her work that’s how much i love it. our universes we create in our dms are so special to me.

@empiresheir was someone i met through their anakin one-shot about order 66 which i’ve reblogged several times and it’ll never be enough. it was such a good piece i gave live updates to my best friend who was reading it too. i sent those screenshots to her orc cos she deserved to know what i had to say. she was also an essential help when i was writing my kinktober project, kind enough to read my pieces and give me line by line feedback just like i like so i wouldn’t go crazy from lack of attention on pieces i couldn’t post til october. not only another talented and powerful writer (capable of dropping my jaw at how insanely good she is at wording things), but such a sweet person to talk to. and though she’s not active in the fandom anymore i think of her fondly and i hope she’s having such a good time with baldur’s gate.

@darthvvder had a collection of anakin drabbles that i found on wattpad of all places and i was amazed at what i read. thoroughly impressed by the physical reactions her works were eliciting in me. got me to care about smut tropes i hadn’t cared about before simply bcos she was so good at writing them. i posted about a line that gripped me and she commented that it was her, i followed and the rest is history.

@jarebare99 is my boyfriend :) he gets an honorary mention. i wrote him an entire book of poetry and my thoughts on him so he can read that if he’s feeling left out from everyone getting paragraphs. i met him in irl not through a fandom but idc.

@ddejavvu was someone i’d see in my notifications including my inbox every so often and she was very recognizable. i really can’t remember how us being mutuals happened? i’d like to say i somehow discovered she wrote and wrote well and once i began noticing i consistently liked her content then i followed and lo and behold she was following me too. mei is very respectful of my space and i like that she texts me without expecting an answer back bcos i like to read her updates and don’t always know what to say. i have some of her inbox messages i gatekeep and i go back and read them every so often and think about how diabolical it would be if i answered them and floored the world, but i have yet to be ready to share the genius.

@anakincentric technically through anakin. even though we don’t talk much bcos both of us have really similar no-contact ways that doesn’t mean i don’t think she’s real sweet. i like when she pops in, drops a banger, and then peaces out. like a disney cameo appearance.

@harrisonbrainrot i wanna say han/indiana. i feel like i was already following his blog because i got to read some of his stuff when i was in a han mood and was like, “yea, this guy gets it.” and then when we reconnected in the comments of someone else’s post, i told him i was a big fan which was true, and then wham bam thank you ma’am mutuals. i have no idea if he knew who i was before or if he was following me, but he’s cool asf. not only is he hot and chill, he’s also really kind with me about not texting. a very generous soul who let me use his crunchyroll to watch jjk out of the goodness of his heart, which i am kissing him for. one of the rare writer’s on here who’s unapologetic in the shit they say, which i always admire and prioritize in who i choose to follow. love his han characterization, so when he’s reblogged a han work of mine, i believe it’s been christened by the harrison ford pope.

@anitheus tagging this blog bcos it’s what i followed first but i also follow her other account @silxani because i love her art style. i love how she draws anakin every time. her spider-sam fanart, and her nsfw anakin works are my favorite, as well as the fanart she made of us for my birthday. gorgeous art style i could look at all day, and i like her personality when we text.

@ivysangel i wanna say it was dc comics but i can’t remember the character, might’ve been jason todd. she came for the dc, and stayed for the other stuff including my general tomfoolery. she flatters me with kind words about how i’ve influenced her, which always makes me soft. we have a lot in common, which is always so much fun to compare, and i love that she watched batman beyond when i recommended it even though i wasn’t expecting her to a) do it and b) love it. she’s aware and respectful of my boundaries when it comes to sharing my ideas which i appreciate, and i love seeing her in my inbox. we haven’t had enough time together for me to nail down everything i like about her, but i will.

@loveliestlovelygirl eloise caught me by surprise bcos it’s not often i get instantly hooked, or at least it hasn’t been that way for a while. i haven’t been in an anakin mood for a while, but i still reblog her works instantly so i can get to it later because i know i’ll like it even though i haven’t read it. idk much about her, but her theme makes me bonkers jealous. it’s so beautiful. like her chapter HTML for her fallen angel au makes me drool.

@psuedosis newest mutual. her reaction towards me made me instantly endeared, and i loved her jet works. some zuko pieces as well! hit at the right time bcos i just finished atla animated. very excited to get to know her more.

boom. indy lore and extensive thoughts on tumblr mutuals.

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Let Yourself Fall Apart

(Jon Kent rapidly became one of my favorite superheroes recently and, like most of his fans, I hate that DC decided to age him up. What really bothered me was how no one acknowledged how traumatic the circumstances by which he grew were. My boy was literally trapped in a volcano for five years, his sole visitor a sadistic version of his dad. No one who has worked on Jon since bothers to address this in any meaningful way, too intent on shoving Jon into the Superman role. Even aged up, I think he should have remained Superboy a little longer. Anyway, this fic seeks to remedy this disservice to Jon! Take that, DC!)

(Summary: Painful memories send Jon spiraling during what was supposed to be a peaceful evening. Expecting his father or Damian to come comfort him, Jon is taken aback by the shadow of the Batman looming large in his doorway.)

(Warnings: Panic attacks, crying, yelling)

(Note: This fic will directly reference the events of Superman and Robin #1 as well as a quote from Superman (Volume 5) #32. Also, the safe house the Kent family is staying at was established in Superman: Son of Kal-El #10. As of the date I am posting this, Clark is still off world and also died in Death of the Justice League along with Bruce. I obviously don't know how all of that is going to be resolved, so let's just say it was a happily-ever-after situation so they can all chill at the Kent safe house. Cool? Cool.)

(AO3 Link)

The stars twinkled brightly high overhead. Out here, on a mountain in the middle of nowhere, the sky remained untouched by city lights. It was a view Jon was used to, having grown up on a farm and visited space many times. Still, it never failed to comfort him; with the whole world constantly watching his every move, the vast cosmos served as a gentle reminder of how small he really was. While others might find the concept unnerving, sometimes it was the only thing that allowed him to sleep at night.

Not wishing to dwell on that last thought, Jon forcefully returned his attention back to the earth. Absently, he wondered what the citizens of the world would think if they knew that Batman, Robin, and two Supermen were currently sipping hot cocoa while seated around a campfire. Would knowing that their heroes engaged in such mundane activities comfort them? He liked to imagine so.

“...masterfully, we coaxed the creature to trust us and guided it back through the portal. Child’s play,” Jon just barely caught the end of Damian’s story. Raising an eyebrow at his friend, he tried to stifle a smirk.

“Actually, if I remember correctly, I was the one who did all the coaxing. The creature would have torn your hair out if not for me.”

He was rewarded with an annoyed glare from the boy wonder. Out of the corner of his eye, Jon caught their fathers sharing an amused glance.

“Yes, well, I did most of the Nazi butt-kicking,” Damian huffed, “And I was the one to suggest we wear the armored suits.”

“Sounds like a solid team effort,” Jon’s father broke in, “Right, Bruce?”

Wayne side-eyed his comrade and nodded, “I’d say so, Clark.”

Jon beamed at the praise. Damian dipped his head, though not before Jon spotted the small smile playing at his lips.

For the first time in a while, Jon felt at peace. With his father back from space and his best friend returned from his own adventures, he felt tension he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying ease off. He didn’t like being separated from his loved ones. He imagined that was a universal feeling, though it was especially poignant for him.

He went to take another sip of his drink when the fire crackled loudly. Sparks erupted from the flames as the fire leaped. It was hot- too hot. It burned his cape. He patted it down frantically as eruptions continued around him. The magma pooled about his feet. He tried to leap away but it was no use. He couldn’t fly. He was trapped. He was alone. Everywhere, there were only the flames.

His super breath could topple buildings, and yet he couldn’t even catch a breath. As his vision blurred to a haze of red and orange, someone spoke to him. He ignored the voice, knowing full well who it was and what he had to say. He’d heard it all countless times. Ultraman’s sobs landed on deaf ears.

Except, as he listened closer, there was definitely something different. There was a note of…concern. It sounded like…

He snapped back to reality as his dad prompted him again.

“Jon, what’s wrong?” Worry shone in his father’s wide blue eyes. Jon grounded himself in them and in the solid earth beneath his feet. The campfire continued to roar, but it was only a campfire; he wasn’t there anymore.

Suddenly, he could breathe again and inhaled shakily. Three sets of eyes bored into him. Damian wore the same anxious expression as Jon’s father. Wayne’s gaze was entirely inscrutable.

At last, Jon managed to stammer out, “N-Nothing, I…I just…need to use the bathroom.”

Before anyone could say anything, he’d scrambled to his feet and hurried back to the house just a hint faster than a normal human could go. He told himself he just needed some time to calm down. No matter how hard he tried, though, he couldn’t force the memories from his mind. He didn’t understand what was happening to him. He’d been fine just a minute ago!

The front door slammed behind him as he made a beeline for his bedroom. This house was larger than the one he’d grown up in. It was a Justice League safe house paid for by Bruce Wayne, so that was to be expected. He was grateful for the size right now; it meant he could easily slip past his mother’s office and his grandparents’ bedroom unnoticed. As much as he ached for his family, he didn’t want them seeing him like this.

When you came back to us, somehow you were the same compassionate, selfless, outgoing, happy kid you were when you left.

Jon clung to those words like a lifeline as they echoed in his head. He wanted to - needed to - believe them. He could still hear the pride in his dad’s voice.

The resilience that must have taken, Jon. It defies all understanding.

In the safety of his bedroom, Jon allowed himself to collapse to his knees as sudden anger swelled within him. No, his father couldn’t begin to understand. He couldn’t even understand it himself.

Five years. He’d languished in a volcano for five years. Everyone believed he’d somehow bounced back from that; good old dependable Jon, as chipper as ever, like nothing ever happened. Agreeing with everyone’s praise had been so much easier than admitting how broken he was inside.

At least this way, his parents could remain proud of him.

A shadow fell across him. He hadn’t even noticed the door open. At first, he assumed it was his father (the last person he wanted to see right now). The heartbeat was different, though. The steadiness reminded him of Damian, but it was too loud to be his friend’s, meaning it could only belong to one other person. Stunned, he turned around slowly.

Wayne’s broad shoulders filled the doorway. He stood with his arms crossed and his gaze turned down toward Jon. The same unreadable expresson of before sized him up.

Unsure what to do, Jon only stared. His vision swam and he realized - with a start - that there were tears in his eyes. He turned to wipe them away and Wayne seemed to take that as an invitation to come inside.

Wordlessly, the larger man removed something from his pocket and offered it to Jon. It was a handkerchief. Jon took it mechanically as Wayne seated himself on his bed, forcing Jon to look up at him.

The silence that ensued was maddening. Eventually, Jon couldn’t take it.

“Why are you here?” he asked icily.

Wayne didn’t react to the tone, “I assume you were expecting your father or Damian.”

Jon simply glared down at the floor.

“Would you rather they were here and not me?”

Yes, Jon was about to snap, when he stopped himself. If he was being honest, he really didn’t want to see either of them right now. They were two of the people he loved most and who loved him in turn. If they saw him like this, all they’d want to do was tell him everything was okay. They’d say he could get through this, that he was strong enough to get through this. Right now, he didn’t want to hear blatant lies.

“No,” he whispered at last.

Wayne nodded, “I figured.”

Jon felt his nose start to run. Without thinking, he blew into the handkerchief, before realizing his mistake.

“Um, sorry,” he said sheepishly as he folded up the snot-soaked cloth.

“That’s what it’s for,” Wayne replied gruffly.

Jon bowed his head awkwardly, still not sure what was happening. Everything just felt like too much right now. Too many unpleasant memories crowded in his brain; he could feel a headache coming on.

When Wayne spoke again, Jon merely listened, unwilling to meet the gaze of the Batman.

“Your father and Damian wanted to check on you. I told them to give you space.”

Jon didn’t look up as he repeated his question from earlier, “Then why are you here?”

“I’m giving you space,” Wayne replied simply, “To talk.”

That last bit made Jon glance up, “Talk?”

Piercing blue eyes met Jon’s watery gaze and the teenager did his best not to look away. Satisfied he was paying attention, Wayne continued.

“I heard about what happened to you,” he stated plainly, “Clark and Damian filled me in.”

Swallowing thickly, Jon resisted the urge to duck his head, “Okay?”

“Five years trapped in a volcano, alone but for the occasional visit from a twisted version of your father.”

It was strange to hear someone relate his own story back to him. His lungs started to seize again.

“No hope of rescue. No hope you’d ever see your family and friends again.”

His breath came in ragged gasps. Every agonizing moment flooded back to him. The loneliness, the despair, the fear-

“Trapped for the rest of your life.”

“Stop!” The whine escaped Jon unbidden. As soon as the word left his mouth, Wayne stopped. When he could gather enough air to speak, the teen rounded on the vigilante.

“Wh...Why are you-?!”

“I need you to understand how traumatic that experience was.”

“I know how bad it was!” Jon felt his eyes heat up as his laser vision kicked in. Despite the imminent danger of getting blasted to bits, Wayne didn’t flinch.

“I don’t think you do,” Wayne shot back sternly, “And neither do your parents. Not even Damian.”

Jon had to forcefully keep his power in check as he hissed, “And you think you do?!”

“I’m not afraid to understand,” Wayne gritted out, “Unlike the rest of you.”

He pressed on before Jon could take drastic action, “None of you are willing to process what happened. You all act as if you simply aged into a seventeen year-old within three weeks.”

He leaned in closer. If Jon let loose the lasers pulsing behind his eyes, Wayne wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Jon,” his tone was quieter now, yet somehow more intense, “You were gone for years. You were trapped in a volcano for years. None of you can keep pretending that never happened.”

By now, Jon had to squeeze his eyes shut against the energy beams, “Why not?! Everyone’s happier this way!”

“You’re not,” Wayne stated plainly, “I saw you back at the campfire. Clark and Damian might not have picked up on it, but I did: you were suffering a post-traumatic stress induced panic attack.”

There was that word again: traumatic. Jon hated it.

“I’m fine!” his voice rose to a shout, “I…I was fine! It was just…just a fluke...”

Even as he spoke, he didn’t believe himself. This hadn’t been the first of his so-called “flukes.” While this last attack had certainly been more intense, it definitely wasn’t the first time unwanted memories had intruded on his thoughts.

Wayne’s silence spoke volumes; he knew Jon was lying.

Still, Jon felt the need to defend himself, “I’ve been around fire since…since that experience. I helped someone with fire powers without freaking out!”

There was a low exhale before Wayne responded, “Traumatic memories often resurface when we let our guards down- when we feel…relaxed. You didn’t feel relaxed in that situation, but you did tonight.”

With his eyes cooling off, Jon could at last face Wayne again. There was something incredibly open in his gaze, and Jon felt some of his anger dissipate.

“How do you know so much?” he murmured wearily.

It was Wayne’s turn to bow his head, “I’ve known a lot of hurt kids…myself included.”

He glanced up after a moment’s pause, “Everyone keeps telling you that you’re strong- that they’re proud of you for being strong…but even the strong need to be weak sometimes; it’s the only way they can keep being strong.”

With his eyes now cooled, Jon felt tears well up again. There was a pressure in his chest and throat that craved release. He tried to swallow it down, but that only made it worse.

His voice was high and shaky when he could finally speak, “I…I don’t…” Tears trickled freely down his cheeks, “I don’t want them to know…”

Closing his eyes, he buried his face in his hands, “I just want to be a boy again.”

The confession was barely a whisper and yet it reverberated in his ears. I just want to be a boy again.

He wanted to clutch his dad’s cape as they soared through the air. He wanted to lie in his mom’s lap while she typed and stroked his hair. He wanted to patrol with Damian and bicker about nothing. Everyone always lamented that they’d missed him growing up. None of them paused to consider that he’d missed it, too, and maybe they should stop feeling sorry for themselves and just let him be.

“I don’t want to be Superman!” he sobbed, “I just…I just want my dad.”

There was a telltale whoosh and suddenly another figure appeared in the doorway. Jon looked to Wayne, who now got to his feet. He planned this. He had gotten Jon to open up knowing his dad would be listening in. It should have angered him, but right now, Jon was too spent to care. Slowly, he turned to face his father, readying himself for the disappointment he expected to see.

Instead, watery blue eyes met his own. Superman was crying. Just like that, the pressure within Jon exploded.

His father was beside him in an instant. Strong arms enveloped him in a tight embrace. It felt as if all his emotions were being squeezed out of him. His sobs were harsh and desperate, like they couldn’t stand to be cooped up any longer. He thought he might break apart from the sheer intensity. Footsteps thudded in the hallway and soon his mother was at his other side, with Damian and his grandparents crowding into the room behind her. They said something but Wayne urged them all to silence.

“Jon, what’s wrong?” his mother asked urgently. Jon only buried his face in his father’s chest.

“I’m sorry!” he found himself babbling, “I’m sorry!”

“Shh,” A large, warm hand moved to cup the nape of his neck as his mother’s delicate fingers carded through his hair. It felt so impossibly right yet so out of place.

“It’s okay,” his father murmured into his hair, “You’re alright.”

“No, I’m not!” he fairly screamed. A hush fell over the room, broken only by Jon’s continued sobs. He hated the quiet, but it was better than meaningless comfort. If he imagined hard enough, he could pretend he was a kid again and his parents were comforting him after a sad movie.

It’s over now, Jon, they’d say, Let’s get you to bed.

The hand at his neck moved to cradle his face. A gentle thumb scraped a tear-stained cheek.

“No,” The agony in his father’s voice made Jon’s breath catch, “You’re not. You’re not alright.”

It sounded like it broke his heart to admit it. Glancing up, Jon went to say something, though he wasn’t sure what. His dad’s next words forestalled whatever they might have been.

“And that’s okay.”

Jon couldn’t breathe, though this time it was for an entirely different reason.

“You…You don’t have to be okay,” his father reiterated, his voice wobbling, “I sh-should never have expected you to be. Jon, I…I’m so sorry.”

The apology was choked by a sob. Jon couldn’t bear to see his father this way.

“Dad,” he began, “It’s-It’s okay. I know you-”

“No,” His father shook his head viciously, “There’s no excuse. I…I d-didn’t want to…to think about what happened to you. It was selfish and I…I’m sorry.”

He had to pause for air, during which Jon’s mother spoke for him.

“We’re sorry,” she breathed. When Jon turned to her, there were tears trailing down her face. The sheer remorse reflected back at him made another sob escape the teen.

“Oh, Jon,” His mother pressed closer to his side. By now, his parents were the only thing keeping him upright. Exhaustion weighed heavy on his shoulders. He closed his eyes with a shaky exhale.

“I don’t…I don’t want to grow up,” he whispered.

“No rush, kiddo,” His dad planted a kiss on the top of his head, “Take all the time you want.”

“We’re here for you,” his mom added, “All of us.”

A small hand rested on his shoulder as his grandparents moved to either side to join in the embrace.

“We’ve got your back,” Damian pledged.

“We love you so much,” his grandma enthused.

“You’re never alone,” his grandpa promised.

Surrounded by so much love, Jon couldn’t help but cry more. No one tried to stop him. No one told him he would be alright. Instead, they allowed him to fall apart, knowing full well they’d be there later to pick up the pieces.

Lulled by their loving presence, Jon began to slip into a warm doze. As his awareness faded, he just barely noticed that Wayne still hadn’t left, though he was keeping his distance. Shrouded in the corner of the darkened room, his silhouette was instantly recognizable to Jon, making it all the more surprising when the Batman smiled.