#the willpower of space

[rin-may-1103]

The Master Post.

Please actually read this, I can't keep up with all the comments. 🥲

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Stories and Summaries:

The Wrong Robin Au (DP x DC):

Tim Drake saw Danny do a quadruple somersault, which resulted in him believing Danny was the first Robin for years. He still figured out Bruce but thinks Dick is in the dark. Now with the second Robin dead, and Batman quickly reaching the end of his sanity, Tim takes it upon himself to get Robin to come back. Danny is very confused when this random kid tries to blackmail him into becoming Robin.

Badger Day Au (DP x DC):

Danny is stuck in a Groundhog Day kinda situation and he would like to be let out now, please. The league is very worried.

Delilah's language (DP x DC):

Bruce Wayne approaches the Fentons because Damian is a big fan of Danny for his work in the conservation of the purpleback gorilla. So now Danny is going to the birthday of this random kid so he can teach him gorilla sign language so he can talk to the purple-back gorilla as well.

Just a Bite (DP x DC):

Danny's homeless on the streets of Gotham, when he gets a terrible idea from some passerby. Three weeks after living with the Waynes, they still haven't noticed he's not supposed to be there.

72 hours (DP x DC):

During a battle with the rest of the league, John Constantine is accidentally sent into the palace of Pariah Dark, Tyrant of the Dead, and Bane of the Living. Danny just wanted to have a simple spa day.

Biggest Regret (DP x DC):

Danny Had been optimistic when he created The Email. Three days, that's what he gave himself. Three days to fix or get out of whatever problem he was dealing with and open his laptop to restart the timer. Three days. Past him had thought that If he ever got caught they'd just kill him; it's what they said they would do this whole time, so why wouldn't he think otherwise? It's been more than three days, and at this point, he's just glad someone could fulfill his last wish.

The Disappointment (DP x DC):

Ra's has stated his disapproval of one of the twins, now Talia is rushing to get them out of there and to Bruce to be safe. Danny has other ideas.

Black Retrievers and Golden Cats (DP x DC):

He remembered how it took two hours for his mind to catch up to what he had done, two hours for him to realize he had just killed his brother. It took another two days to realize his brother was never coming back, that the pits had not worked. Damian stared at the camera footage infront of him, his family's voices buzzing with theories and analyzing everything they could. He remembered his brother's bright carefree smile just minutes before Damian had killed him. So, why? Why was he seeing it again?

College Rivalry with the Genius Toddler in the First Row. (DP X DC):

Tim doesn't understand how he's losing at university to a toddler. Danny's not having a great time, but it's fine because now he can terrorize Red Robin.

The Willpower of Space (DP X DC):

A faulty green lantern ring wakes from it's accidental eon long sleep due to how powerful Danny's willpower is. It decides that Danny is a worthy wielder and grants Danny the ability to use it. There's just one problem; Danny keeps dying. and the ring doesn't understand what's going on. Oa is very concerned.

The Weeping Boy Au (DP X DC):

Opening a portal to a dimension between dimensions always leads to some sort of accident; for instance, Danny's death. It just so happens that at the exact moment the portal opened, his earth and another had overlapped, leaving his death to loop repeatedly in the other for as long as the portal stayed. This wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for the fact that Danny just accidentally turned the portal off and is now in the other dimension instead of the zone. (The Batfamily, who have been watching this kid die over and over again, are very concerned.)

The Eyes of Death Au (DP X DC):

In an attempt to prevent a cult from causing problems, Danny accidentally convinces the Justice League and Co. that he's possessing himself. Damian is not happy that his boyfriend is apparently the new June Moone.

Aspiring escape artist (DP X DC):

The new foster kid might be a little more traumatized than the other kids they usually take in for a while, but it's not like they can't handle it. That is, until Danny started sneaking out, past the bat-grade security system, without getting caught and without using his powers.

Through Your Eyes (DP X DC):

Sometimes, soulmates randomly switch bodies. It doesn't always happen; in fact, it's actually more common to not switch. Danny hadn't really thought he'd ever switch, doubly so after his accident. So you can imagine his surprise when not only does he switch, but he switches with Damian Wayne, aka Robin.

Cabin 18 and the Missing Kids (DP X DC):

Vlad is planning something, unfortunately, Danny's stuck at camp and can't sneak away. But maybe that's ok, because what's this about missing kids? And who does his roommates think they are fooling with their 'normal' kid acts? They're obviously vigilantes. And hey, maybe Danny might actually get a break for once, it's not like his parents can't defend themselves.

Turn back the Frozen Sands of Time (DP X DC):

Danny wakes up in his nine-year-old body; no memories of how he got here or why. All he knows is he needs to stick to the timeline, figure out what happened, and fix it. So, why did his mother just merc his grandfather, and why are there a group of vigilantes (who, for all intents and purposes, shouldn't exist as a team yet) yelling at her and his brother?

Perks of Being Half Dead (DP X SPN):

It was too dangerous for Danny to go back; he doubted it would ever be safe again, not after what they did to him. But it wasn't as if he had a choice at the moment anyway; the likelihood of his getting home from this new dimension was looking slim to none. And now he's being mistaken for some hunter's kid, what the hell, Clockwork?

[rin-may-1103]

The Willpower of Space

{this was just me leaving a note to myself so I could write the story later, but it got away from me and it's actually good, so....please ignore the spelling}

do somehting with what's writen in the post AND the reblogs, I'm literally dying right now lol. just, this would be so gooooood. like, danny's oblivious to most of the things going on with the green lanterns and Oa, and just wants his new ring to stop flying away.

(it's going to be so chaoticly angsty, you just know it will. all your stories are that way)

start it off with something like Vlad or the GIW (or his parents) OH! go with a new ghost with some stolen fenton tech, they shoot him while he is phantom and he crash lands in an abandoned building and detransforms. realizing that what he was shot with basically chained his ghost half away, (which means his healing is shot(ha) so he's basically bleeding out, kind of like how vlad's plasmius Maximus works but like modified?)

which means he has to stop them as Fenton not phantom. so he's hurt, the towns in danger, he just wants to go to sleep he's so tired, but he has to save them. he can't let anyone else get hurt.

so, he forces himself to get up, he forces himself to walk out of that abandoned building, and he forces himself to face them head on. he fights them tooth and nail, blood and tears blinding him as he desperately fights. and he gets knocked down. again and again and again.

but he keeps fighting, even when he swears his arm is all but gone, and his ribs are mush. he keeps fighting, his determination lighting his eyes green even with his powers locked away, and then

BAM!

danny looks down at his hand, holding himself up from the small dirt crater his body had created, he's holding a dark almost black ring with a glowing green symbol.(is that how the rings appear? idk, research later) his ears are ringing, and his head hurts, but his core sings behind the chains locking it away. put it on, if he put it on he could finish this fight.

put it on and he could win.

so he slides the ring on, pushes himself up to his knees, glares at the ghost and growls: "you can knock me down, you can break me a part piece by piece, tear me limb by limb, but I will win. it might take me time, but I'll do it." (or something along those lines, Idk)

he can feel energy rushing up his arm, swirling around his heart and core, rushing through his veins and through his brain.

the ghost laughs, they've been fighting him for hours at this point. danny looks like he's about to drop, how could he possibly think he could win? he taunts him, he threatens the town, he threatens to kill every one and seaze the world for himself.

it his greatest mistake.

danny's only thought in that moment is; he will protect them.

the ring lights up, his familiar suit crawling up around him, no it's different, but he doesn't pay it any mind. no, he feels the power rushing through him, stands, and with a new sense of strength, he charges.

the ghost is caught off guard, Danny punches and kicks and bites with everything he has. his mind screams for him to seal the ghost away, but he lost his thermos a few hours ago. he can just imagine the thermos laying on the ground, somewhere in the city, ignored as people run away. Suddenly, a green replica appears. he's too tired to question it.

he soups the ghost.

it's silent.

the wind blows by, rustling his hair like his mother used to do when he was sick. he can finally feel his body again, all the achs and pains. the blood still streaming down his side.

he can't die.

he knows this. he's unwillingly tested this.

he knows even with his powers locked away, he would still remain.

but he still feels that fear grip his chest tight.

he doesn't want to die, not alone, he'd do anything to not be alone.

His knees give out, and the power vanishes. His body collapses backward. He's tired; he wants to go home.

The chains wrapped around him break, and he's suddenly filled with all the ectoplasm from his core—an ice-cold void flooding his body rapidly. He doesn't question what happened to the green thermos or the ghost inside. He just knows that finally, he can go home.

he transforms.

he overlooks the ring blinking. he doesn't notice it fall off and start flying in small circles, then bigger ones.

he floats up off the ground, grasping his sides in pain, and dazzedly flies home as fast as he dares with his injuries.

He collapses on his bed, not bothering to bandage himself, knowing jazz is out for the weekend and his parents are busy in the lab. no one would be coming up and checking on him anytime soon.

he detransforms and stares up at his ceiling. the glow in the dark stars star back at him. his phone buzzes, the familiar ringtone pulverizing the hazy fog in his brain.

it was tucker, his best friend, who he had left to fend for himself more than five hours ago. his friend who could be hurt or need his help. his core flares in need. he needs to check on him. to speak to him.

pushing himself up, danny grabs his phone and quickly answers the call. he would go out and find him right away if tucker so much as hinted that that was what he needed.

just outside of town, the ring flashes and twists around, it's found a new holder, someone whose willpower shines and echos so brightly the ring can do nothing but rush towards it.

no one notices the added log under one of the green lantern rings back on Oa; [xx/xx/xxxx 17:34:28: new holder, species human, age adolescent, strong will, sector 2814...] [xx/xx/xxxx 17:46:13: holder deceased... searching new holder.... holder located....] [xx/xx/xxxx 17:59:52: new holder, species human, age adolescent, strong will, sector 2814.]

{I will be writing this as an actually fleshed-out story, but I just had to share the note ^ I left for myself like I really didn't have to put so much detail???}

Next (first) Part (to be written)

Due to his unrelenting determination to keep his town safe, Danny is bestowed a green lantern ring. Which on one hand: Yay! He gets to explore space full time. But on the other hand: Ew! he's a space cop now.

He had to rectify this immediately or he would never hear the end of it from his ghost friends. Or his regular friends for that matter. Sayyy, it'd be a shame if he.... bent a few rules. Maybe even broke some of them every now and again. And it would surely be a tragedy if say.... random pranks started happening around Oa?

[vaguely-concerned]

there's a self-help/mental health adjacent post that's going around and it seems to be really helpful for a lot of people which is very good. I also personally hate it with all my fucking heart

[maddening-music]

i wonder,,, canto is a talented musician, but are they any good at singing? + how would they feel about a partner [read: instrument] who likes singing normally... as in. not particularly the screaming during the maddening music. but just singing to themself around the house... im so normal about them trust

canto is alright at singing! they definitely aren't classically trained, but i think just through their own singing and humming around the house to fill the silence they definitely have skill through time spent alone

likewise they would ADORE listening to their partner sing. that sort of reverent silence that would be kind of embarrassing for some but they just love music and their partner so much they can't help but stop and listen lovingly. no thoughts only their beloved's voice

[fifteenpoundsofpissedoffbees]

Been playing a platformer called Symphonia and its good but I keep swinging between "this game is pretty easy" and "1846 deaths" the last time I checked the counter

[crazyhickofftheirrocker]

Carla Connor, you are a far braver woman than I

[occknow]

[hauntingofhouses]

hi, it's me. the fic writer that uses culturally-specific idioms in a very different cultural time setting and keeps confusing words like reign and rein. this is my story.

[rin-may-1103]

The Willpower of Space

The Master Post

The Willpower of Space:

A faulty green lantern ring wakes from it's accidental eon long sleep due to how powerful Danny's willpower is. It decides that Danny is a worthy wielder and grants Danny the ability to use it. There's just one problem; Danny keeps dying. and the ring doesn't understand what's going on. Oa is very concerned.

Part zero, part one(to be written).

[anadorablekiwi]

So. I did some research and I have a date for when I think I will have enough money saved up to buy a gaming setup!!

The goal is to have ~$2000 in savings (or a bit less; the pc setup is about $1750ish and ill be buying the monitor next paycheck) by October 6th

If i have the willpower, I might even be able to get it sooner 🤞

[wrang1er]

🤠

[gotta-bail-my-quails]

the american(tm) consumerist mind cannot comprehend me because i wear the same like. ten outfits repeatedly and half my pajamas ive owned since i was 6 and still wear and also I would eat a plain steamed rice bun every morning if i could.

[min-pathologica]

dude dude dude i’m so fucking serious rn i want 2 astral project

[pearlymel]

"Do i look like i can work right now?"

Summery : he's needy for you and he's not afraid to show it <3

wc : 2k

Warnings : NSFW, fem!reader, ōral (f! recieving), bit of dry humping, making out, protected sex. Petnames used (honey, love, sweetheart.) No plot.

He was so done for.

Zayne exhaled shakily against your neck, his hands squeezing firmly at the dip of your waist for stability. He sounded needy, he looked needy, it's taking everything in him to not rip your nightgown off.

"You should be resting, but you occupy my every thought." He uttered in a hushed tone, but made no real effort to take you off his lap, instead pulling you even closer using his knee and burying his face on your chest.

"You're practically latched on me, Zayne." The words just rolled off your tongue it was almost infuriating.

Zayne wrapped one arm around your hips, keeping you firmly on his lap as the chair kept rocking back and forth with your combined weight. His other hand traveled up your back, up to your shoulder and neck, pulling you further down so he could nip at your collarbone with a sharp canine.

"You're one to talk, sweetheart. You're not being very cooperative with being treated properly, always gambling your life away—" he sounded frustrated, the last few words coming out in a low grumble.

You ignore his words, instead bringing your hand to playfully pinch at his earlobe before whispering, "is this how you usually treat your patients, doctor?"

"This is..." Unprofessional, he almost said, he knew well there wasn't anything professional about how he was acting with you at the moment. "...An exception."

He then continued to litter your skin with open-mouthed kisses, his hand trailing up to find your nape, tangling his fingers into your hair, playing with the textured strands.

"Is it because I'm that special someone?"

You really have no idea what kind of effect you had on him. Zayne's teeth grazed against your pulse point lightly, his tongue darting out for a brief taste of your skin. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't very affected by you.

"My special someone," he murmured, and can't help the low gasp that escapes his throat when you start rolling your hips against his, feeling himself going dizzy.

"M-my love," he protested weakly, a visible growing tent forming in his bathrobe, making it harder for him to stop himself from pulling you harder against his lap.

He grabbed you by the thighs and leaned back into the backrest, giving you less space to move but a better angle to straddle him instead. "Don't stop," you whisper next to his ear while you try to continue pushing yourself further into him that he had to suppress a moan.

Zayne was sensitive man, being pent up most of the time, so touch straved. "You're a terrible patient, you know that? Insatiable." He managed to get out.

"I'm a different kind of patient," you hum, trailing your fingertips along his visible bare skin of his chest.

He was going to combust if you didn't stop touching him like that.

"You're dangerous." he almost whimpered, his hands moving back to grip your hips, as if to steady them on his lap, but it took every ounce of his willpower not to grind them against his crotch.

God was he done, Zayne finally wrapped a hand around the back of your neck and pulled you back down for a crushing kiss. It was less of a kiss and more of a possessive mark, hungry and rough.

He wanted you, needed you, he couldn't get enough of you. His tongue delved into your mouth with a greedy swipe, tasting you, as if he was drowning in you and the only thing keeping him alive was your kiss alone.

His breathing grew erratic as his hands slid down from your hips, grabbing the backs of your thighs and squeezing at the flesh, pressing you more firmly against his lap so his obvious hardened cock was rubbing between your legs.

Your sounds were unforgettable, Zayne could never forget them, the gasps and small whimpers of pleasure. He was already gone.

"Goddamn it..." he cursed hoarsely against your mouth, his hands clenching tighter under your thighs, guiding your motions on his lap before bucking up roughly, letting out a quiet groan of his own in the process.

"such a foul mouth, doctor,"

"Don't push it," he grumbled, lifting you up to his waist, "Push it?" You ask while wrapping your arms around his neck as he walked you to his room, and upon the realization, tap on his shoulder, "wasn't i supposed to rest—"

"That doesn't mean you can't rest after, does it?" he responded, moving over to the edge of the bed before slowly lowering you down onto the sheets, his body caging you in between his arms and legs, his form hovering over you.

He wasted no time sliding his hand underneath your silky nightgown to feel your skin, pulling the fabric above your head, guiding your arms up.

Zayne was a weak, weak man. Weak for seeing you like this, glossy eyes, lips slightly swollen from his kiss and the way your chest rose and fell heavily with every breath. Just being able to see you like this alone was a privilege.

He let his hands roam over the curve of your stomach, "so pretty," he muttered, his eyes raking over your form.

He leaned down to graze your neck with a trail of open-mouthed kisses, his lips lingering and nipping the skin, he then slowly traveled down your collarbone and to the valley of your chest, his fingers fiddling with the clasp of your bra the entire time.

"Lift your hips." he commanded quietly, sending a shiver down your spine and heat pooling down as you obliged to his words.

The last thing on you, and Zayne was pulling the fabric out from underneath you, throwing the bra somewhere on the floor, his eyes dark as he raked his gaze over your soft mounds, "I'm never getting tired of this view." he whispered breathlessly, Upon holding your wrists down and claiming your lips again, it was impossible to not be sent into the next cardiac arrest.

Well good think your doctor is always here to tend to you.

"I've.. missed you,"

How was he supposed to hold back when you sounded like that? Your voice coming out in a low, needy whisper that drove him over the edge.

"You need me." he groaned, releasing your wrists so both his hands could run down your sides, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties before giving the fabric a tug. He reached over, grabbing one of your legs and hooking your knee over his shoulder before pressing a gentle kiss on the inside of your knee, He continued to make a trail kisses up your thigh until he reached right infront of your wet folds.

Zayne looked up when your hand came in contact with his hair while letting out a shuddering breath and a whisper of his name, your gazes heated as he moved his head further down to your core, using one hand to keep your thigh pinned over his shoulder before his eyes fixated on your clit, leaning down to kiss it.

You gasp. His tongue flicked out, tasting you, before he began to suck on your clit, his fingers trailing up to play with your hardened nipples, rolling and pinching them gently with his thumb and forefinger. He hummed when you start squirming, his tongue skillfully flicking and rolling around the bundle of nerves, Zayne didn't stop at just your clit, though.

He trailed his tongue lower, teasing your entrance, and you couldn't help but tug at his hair, hips coming to slowly grind against his face. "Stay still, you're doing well," he praised, his voice low and soft, you best know he's trying so hard not to rut against the mattress from how achy he felt. His tongue sliding in and out, coating it with your arousal. You could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building up inside you.

And you think you might pass out when he starts sucking down. It was hard to stay still when you're so close to orgasm, that it was making your head blank, eyes half-lidded and heavy breaths coming out of your lips as you arch your back when you taste the sweet pleasure of your release.

Zayne lifted his head from between your legs, licking his lips appreciatively and giving your stomach a few fluttering kisses. "You okay there, honey?" He asked in a low, hoarse voice as he watched how your eyes were still half lidded, and how your draped your arm over your face.

You only nod in return, letting out a low "Mhm,"

He couldn't wait until he was on his knees positioned between your legs, throwing his bathrobe off from his body before reaching down to his painfully hard cock, stroking once, twice, and he had to stop himself because he could most definitely jerk off just by looking at your face, especially when you're naked like this.

Zayne swallowed thickly, shaking his head to himself from any other thoughts before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a condom, tearing it between his teeth then rolling it on himself, making sure it was on securely before moving between your legs.

He pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, staring into your eyes, waiting for you to give him the go-ahead. You nodded, your eyes still heavy with need, and he slowly pushed into you, his cock filling you up inch by inch.

Your jaw hanged, your body adjusting to him, your walls gripping his shaft. He continued to thrust in slowly, "you're the only thing..." He panted breathlessly into your neck, "the only thing i need in my life—" and he continued to rock against you with his thrusts slow and deep.

Zayne was taking his time now, slowly and with intent, he wanted to show you how much this moment means to him, how much you mean to him, how everytime you both have sex, it would feel like the first time every single time.

He lifted his head so that he could look at your face more clearly, his hands running over your sides, tracing the curves and the softness of your body, his fingers touching your skin as if to burn the feel of you into his memory.

His hand then trailed to your left wrist, taking your hand into his to interlace your fingers together, while his thumb brushed over the empty spot on your ring finger.

He internally cursed at himself for not getting you that ring he saw when he was on the way to the hospital. The beautiful gem resting on the window display, calling for him even.

Why didn't he just get it so he could make sure no one would ever look your way when they get the hint of the shiny ring sitting at your left ring finger?

Zayne then picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, your voice growing louder, accompanied by his frustrated grunts.

He could feel himself getting close, his thrusts becoming more erratic, "Come on, my love," he urged you desperately, "a-ah, Zayne—!" With a loud moan, you came, your body shaking and your legs convulsing around his waist.

He followed right after, slamming deep into you, his cock pulsing as he came, filling the condom with his hot seed. He held you close, both of your breathings heavy, taking a moment to hold you both close before slowly pulling out to dispose of the condom.

"Still have enough energy for cuddles?"

"Mm, I'd want nothing more than cuddles right now."

A smile formed on his face at your words, gently shifting himself back on the bed so that he was beside you, pulling you into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around you, and he let out a content sigh, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin, his head in the crook of your neck again, inhaling the scent of you, and he realized that he could stay like this forever. "Just a bit more before i clean both of us up.."

[aeolianasio]

it's genuinely the funniest fucking thing to me that Ahriman continues think he's physically unaltered by living in the worst place in the universe.

Visualising in the mirror the man I want to become

Was supposed to be funny but ended up kind of sad

[justthatspiffy]

so much wanting to have the house back