#TAKE EM BACK TO THE ORPHANAGE

[jasmines-library]

Hii! Sorry idk if your okay with this, if your not, feel free to ignore! <3

So I was wondering if you could do youngest batsib reader, who’s not really part of the family yet? Okay so, they’re a criminal like catwoman, they only steal from people who deserve it and just kind of a troublemaker around Gotham. They have electricity powers. They’re parents died at a young age and they ran away from the orphanage because they didn’t want to get adopted. They’re actually really smart, and know a lot of martial arts to help them get by. Anywaysss, I was wondering if during a place they were trying to rob, blow up for some reason. And it lead to them being knocked out and injured. Someone from the batfamily came across them and instead of turning them into the police, they take them to the batcave and patch em ip before putting them in a cell. They wake up and the batfam interrogates them, they find out they’re a kid and knows their secret identity (because he’s really smart) and after a bit, Bruce offers to take them in, and train them to be a vigilante. Reader is reluctant and doesn’t really trust them but they’re getting really tired of sleeping on the streets so they reluctantly says yes.

My Way Home Is Through You

Note: This was fun to write, thanks for the request anon!

Warnings: Minor undescribed injury, theft, none really, fluffy found family fic.

Word count: 1.7k

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You slunk along the sidewalks, clinging tightly to the walls as though a small child might do to their mother in a crowd of people. Hiding away in the shadows was nothing new to you, you had been a nobody for years. Constantly running, never settling in one place for too long before you were slinking off again and finding a new corner of Gotham to call your home for a few miserable days before the cycle started again. At first you had tried to cling onto the last shreds of your parents that you had left. You hung onto your name but soon that began to get you into trouble when the orphanages kept trying to pursue you and ‘bring you to a new and loving family’, so it was back to being just another face in the crowd. Just another ordinary kid trying to navigate their way through a big city.

Except…you were more than that. In your time alone you had discovered you had quite a knack for stealth. It started off when the nights became too cold and the growling in your stomach was so overbearing that it drowned out all other senses. You were still small, which you used strongly to your advantage, weaving in and out of the sea of faces before slipping small pieces of food under the hem of your raggedy sleeve that was far too long for you and dangled below your fingers. After that it soon became easy enough to steal other things. Just enough to get by. A ring here, a gold watch there. Small items from the cruel and the unworthy that you could pawn off for a little extra cash. 

There was something else about you though that helped out just a little bit. It was one of the reasons that you had spent so long trying to hide away. See, when you were young you discovered that there was something different about you. When you focused hard enough, you could feel the electricity channelling through your veins and sizzling at your fingertips. You learnt to manipulate it, to bend it to your will and it quickly became very useful when picking locks. You used it to fry them seamlessly before sneaking in and if worse came to worse, you could stun the police when they came thundering after you shouting profanities and threats and they ran, never to catch you with your nimbleness. They had tried to set the vigilantes on you more than once and you knew very well that their eyes were always on you, following your every move just waiting for the perfect moment to strike because you had seen them. Sometimes in the uniform. Sometimes not. As much as they tried to be they were much less subtle than they thought. 

When you reached the complex it was dark. All of the lamp posts nearby had flickered sporadically before burning out completely, so you hopped up the steps blindly before crouching down in front of the locks. You then outstretched your hand and took a deep breath, letting your body relax to feel the current dance in your veins and settle on your fingertips. You then directed the current towards the lock watching as it fried before swinging open. You darted in pushing it shut behind you and then set to work around the house. It was small and shabby with mould growing in some of the corners by the windows. It crawled up the walls, a darkened stain that emitted a putrid smell when you got a little too close. The floorboards cracked and groaned as you moved around the plot, weaving in and out of the furniture that had been strewn across the room. It was clear that someone had left in a hurry. You were shuffling around the unmade bed, reaching for the safe when you heard it. 

Tick. Tick. Ticktick. tickticktick.  

The sound was daunting, getting faster and faster as you scrambled to find the source, overturning chairs and throwing them to the floor as though they were nothing then tearing up floorboards. It was too late when you found it ticking away impendingly. The timer blinked by quickly as it neared zero and you were neft with no choice but to try and get as much distance between you and the weapon. The meagre metres you had out between yourself and the bomb hardly made any difference at all as it ignited flinging you across the room. Wood splintered around you as the concrete cracked and crumbled in heaps which you skidded to a halt on. You felt like you were going to hurl as your head thudded against the debris with a sickening crack that made your vision swam before all of the colours merged into one and you knew nothing more but a dark and heavy silence. 

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“Move it! Go!” 

Nightwing shoved his little brother rather harshly in the shoulder to urge him forwards. Word had just reached them that a small house on the outskirts of the city had suddenly exploded and the number of casualties was currently unknown. Dick always seemed to get a sudden adrenaline rush whenever an emergency came in and not matter how fast he moved he always felt as though he could never get there fast enough even if he was hurtling through the city at an alarming speed. 

He had to swallow back his alarm when they skidded to a halt at the scene. There was nothing really left of the building besides a few odd shaped pillars of concrete and pipes that were strong enough to survive the blast. The rest of the building was a dismal load of ash and dust that rose in ribbons as the wind lifted up the pieces that were small enough and carried them away into a cloud of sky.

Nightwing pushed his way through the crowd that had gathered and ducked under the police tape despite their protests. His heart nearly stopped when he inched his way around what used to be a bed but was now a cluster of broken timber buried under a pile of rubble because he spotted your figure sprawled out across the floor. He skidded to the ground and began to pull the pieces of clutter away from you, grimacing at the sight of the blood that came away on his fingers.

Red Hood dropped down beside him just as Dick Grayson brushed some of the dust from your face and sudden recognition washed over him.

“Hood.” He said over his shoulder. “I think you better call B.”

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Your head felt like it was going to explode when you woke up and there was a stabbing pain in your side but when you moved your hand to slide the hem of your stop up you were cut short by a metal handcuff securing you to the wall next to the bed you had been placed in. Shuffling around awkwardly you managed to push yourself up into a sitting position to gauge your surroundings better. The cell you were in although small was rather well lit and surprisingly homely. Too bad you had no intention in staying. You had planned to use your powers to fry the handcuff, but when you tried to summon the electricity you were left high and dry when nothing happened. 

“That’s not going to work.” A figure you hadn’t noticed in the corner of the room told you when you began to try again. 

Frowning at him, he folded his arms and leaned against the wall. “Power suppressing cuffs.”

Rolling your eyes you slumped defeatedly. You should have figured as much. 

“What were you doing in there?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you from behind his infamous cowl. 

“That’s none of your business.”

“I think it is, kid.”

You turned your gaze away from him and picked at the skin around your thumb. “It’s not that I wanted to be in there. It’s what I had to do.”

The vigilante stepped forwards and took a seat next to you. “Go on.”

“I needed the money. I can’t go to anyone so I have no choice but to find my own way around problems. I was gonna pawn the jewellery off. And besides it’s not like the guy owned it in the first place. He was the one that stole it from the jewellers last week.”

“How’d you know that?” Batman frowned. That information had only been revealed recently.

“I get around a lot.”

He pursed his lips. “What else do you know?”

You could have grinned like the cheshire cat right there and then as you began to list things you had learnt. 

“I know that you still haven’t caught that guy who escaped from Arkham last month. I know that you’ve all been watching me. Oh and I know that you are Bruce Wayne.”

The man faltered. “What? How?”

“You’re less subtle than you think.”

“Or maybe you’re smarter than you think. What d’you say your name is kid?”

“I didn’t.”

He sighed, watching you in silence until you eventually gave him your name. 

“You’re something, Kid. I’ll give you that much.”

“Thank you…?”

“How would you like to stay? We would train you to become a vigilante like us.” The question was so sudden that it made your head spin.

“I can’t ask that of you.” You told him. It was more of an excuse really. You weren’t sure if you could trust him or not.”

“You’re not. I’m offering. A warm place to stay, a family to care for you.”

A smile twinged at the corner of your lips. That was something you had longed for for so long but had never seen that it had slipped to the back of your mind forgotten. 

“So, what do you say, Y/N?”

“I think I would like that.”

#batfam x reader #Batfamily x reader #batfam x gn reader #batfam x sibling reader #batfam x little sibling reader #batfam x little brother reader #batfam x little sister reader #batfam x injured reader #nightwing x reader #dick grayson x reader #Tim drake x Reader #red Robin x reader #red hood x reader #Jason Todd x Reader #Damian Wayne x Reader #whump #fluff #found family #hurt/comfort

[em1e]

big mouth | meeting shin's half-brother

⿻ mini series ft. you dating shinichiro and whatever chaos that comes from that !! ✕ fluff !! manga spoilers? ♡ series m.list

“there’s someone i want you to meet.” 

shinichiro mumbles the sentence as he exhales out the smoke from his cigarette, turning his head so that what passes his lips doesn’t get blown straight to your face. 

parts of it drift in the air, caught by the wind only to be scattered back towards you. you scrunch your nose and he mutters a small apology, waving away what remains with the hand not holding the cigarette. 

his apology is met with a small s’okay from you, fingers tapping at his knee and tucking yourself into his side when the wind blowing again leaves you shivering on the steps you’re seated on. 

“is this where you tell me you’ve had a secret kid this whole time and you’re finally ready for us to meet?”

your comment shocks him enough to leave him sputtering out a cough, inhaling from the cigarette far too quickly from gasping. he waves away another cloud of smoke, and paired with his fit of coughs leaves you to move away from him with a laugh until he fully recovers. 

“no,” he says with a little more emphasis than necessary, clearing his throat and putting out what remained of the tobacco onto the cement steps at his side, “not mine at least.” he added after only a moment, and that has your eyebrows shooting up in surprise. 

“who’s then?” 

he stands and stretches, offering you his hand in favor of answering, “let’s go visit ‘em.” 

shinichiro parks his bike in front of an orphanage, to your surprise. 

he helps you hop off the seat, fingers tangling in yours as he leads you up the steps of the brick building with a comfort that tells you he’s visited it on multiple occasions. he greets the person at the front desk with a nod, signing in on the sheet she provides for the both of you while she says something about it being good to see him again. 

“you come here a lot?” you ask when he’s guiding you down the hall, though you can guess the answer from the way he knows exactly where to go. 

“when i can.” 

left, right, right at the rainbow colored trash can in the hall, up the stairs, third door on the left. 

the door number is 292, the name izana carved into the plastic just under it in a small font. 

shinichiro knocks, once softly, then another time with a bit more gumption when he decides the first time wasn’t loud enough. 

“one second!” someone calls out from behind it. there’s some shuffling, the sound of cursing as something falls, a small argument about who’s at fault, before it’s being pulled open just a crack. 

orchid eyes meet your own first, naturally wide as they take you in, before shifting to your boyfriend. the boy's head tilts, eyes trailing down where both of your hands meet. 

“hi izana,” shinichiro smiles, nodding his head towards his room, “can we come in?” 

izana’s head turns to look into his room for a second, taking in its state of disarray and his friend who stands dumbly in the middle of the mess, before he nods and pulls the door open. 

“thought you’d come next week.” he explains as you and shinichiro carefully step around clothes and balled up pieces of paper that you can assume are parts of his homework from the numbers that stare at you from the crevices. 

he makes space for you to sit on his bed, messily pulling up the blankets to make a nice spot, and you and shinichiro plop yourselves down while izana and his friend push some stuff away on his floor to make room for themselves. 

“wanted to surprise you,” shinichiro says with a shrug, “i can still come next week, if you want.” 

izana’s friend leans over to him, nudging his side and whispering something you can’t quite make out from behind his hand, but if you could guess you’d say whatever it was is about you from the way their eyes never leave your form. 

“who’s this?” izana asks after a moment, head tilting. 

you mock his tilt, “'m shinichiro's partner. who’re you?” 

“his brother.” he says easily. the response has you straightening, looking at your boyfriend with furrowed brows. 

“half-brother,” shinichiro adds as explanation, but izana is just as quick. 

“semantics,” he waves off easily, the short attention moving from shinichiro back to you, “this is kakucho. he thinks you’re pretty.” 

you feel yourself flush at how blunt he is, and kakucho seems to be just as unaware to what his friend was going to say, because a blush fights its way onto his own cheeks as he shoves at his shoulder. 

“i do not.” kakucho defends, in the process of putting his hand over izana’s mouth to stop him from saying anything more incriminating. 

“so you don’t think they’re pretty?” shinichiro pipes in, arm coming around your shoulders protectively. ever the instigator - you can see now how the two are related. 

“n-no!” kakucho, mortified and cherry red, looks at you, “you are very pretty b-but not in a weird way!” 

izana pries his fingers from his face with a scrunched nose, “that’s what i said. you’re the one making it weird.” 

“it wouldn’t of been weird if you could keep your big mouth shut-” 

their argument is cut short by your laughter, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle it. kakucho seems to glow brighter at the sound, while izana’s shoulders square with pride, looking at shinichiro. 

“they are cute.” 

#salmon rowe #shinichiro sano x reader #shinichiro x reader #sano shinichiro x reader #sano shinichiro #shinichiro sano #sano x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #x reader

[starlightshadowsworld]

My new favourite lil headcannon is Atsushi and Piano man being related.

And I get why this exists because Piano man looks similar to Atsushi. He's dressed completely in black and white. And his hair is white with a streak of black.

Even on the same side as Atsushi's own black streak.

And it's a fun headcannon, imagining Atsushi getting adopted or taken from his parents to live with his eccentric relative.

And gaining a family with the Flags and Chuuya.

Or angst ridden where Atsushi was happily living with them only to be sent back to the Orphanage.

I just love people's versions and interpretations of Atsushi's past, particularly his family. And this might be my favourite concept.

Also it means more Flags and more Atsushi, two things I will always want more of personally.

I have the image in head of Atsushi being taken to live with Piano man after his parents abandon him and him introducing him to Chuuya.

Chuuya despite being the former King of a gang full of children not knowing how to interact with Atsushi.

And Atsushi hiding behind Piano man's leg who pats his head and leaves them to it.

Next time he walks in Chuuya's telling Atsushi some story, Atsushi's curled up beside him listening to his every word and Albatross tries to sneakily take a photo of em together.

#bsd the flags #bsd flags #bsd pianoman #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bsd atsushi #atsushi nakajima #bsd #bungou stray dogs

[theoccultz]

Who protects you from the unknown ?

A reading to explore who are your unknown protectors

General reading can resonate can not

Intuiative chanelling

Dont read if you are scared of spirit's (: its alright

Decision is always yours ,i'm not responsible for it .

Pics not mine credits to their rightful owners respectfully.

I. ll. lll.

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(If you're scared of spirit or things like that i request you to leave)

Pile l.

Angel number:505

If you're scared of spirits in any way then i'd request you to leave the decision is always yours in the end .

I dont know if you feel drawn to plans or somewhere like deep forest i kept seeing a tree so you may have been some place like this when you were Little and this spirit has been with you since then thats what came through it also feel like like this spirit doesnt let people take advantage of you let near be close to you in any way this spirit feels old and powerful their vibe is very calm yet authrotive ,i' am feeling like its a feminine spirit it could be an spirit animal as well but i mostly see this spirit was very blessed with various sources this spirit used to run an orphanage maybe they were unloved? So they find their purpose in educating and nurturing others ,i feel very connected to childeren this place could be calm people may visit once or twice in a year ..this may be a shed or a museum now? ..

This spirit protect you and give you guidance i also feel like it caution you of things you are unaware of i also heard misunderstanding i feel like this spirit wants you to get to know them better i'm picking up on their life history like it wants to tell me something this spirit could be connected to fire element yeah back it i feel like they were betrayed by someone who was a provider this spirit couldnt see their mask so their intentions were hidden from em this spirit cuts off distraction from your life whether its for good or bad , helps you in your decision making this spirit wants you to learn and assasinste things rather than simply just letting them flow in your life i pick up an eagerness and a depth not gonna lie this is really telling me you have elevated since last year since this guide helps you grow i feel like animals maybe significant here hmm..

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Yeah back to it so they were betrayed and left alone i also think this place was shut down for a while and you visited them i also heard hug a tree so you may have caught their eye and reminded them of their own childerens this spirit feels very nostalgic tbh i feel sorry they have been through this they were left alone i also see l may have connected with them when you were younger and they made you interested in spirituality i heavily sense this spirit was the one to bring different resources for your spiritual journey.

I'm also picking up on wanting to know at any cost so you may be a curious child or you grew up to be exploring certain occult stuff,this spirit doesnt leave people who makes you cry thats for sure , i think it attacks who harm you physically people might feel paranoid i also heard instant karma they are overprotective goodness 😭 i dont know why i'm picking up things so quickly it definitely wants you to be open so they can help you attract new begginings and friends i heard ? So random...

Do u talk with yourself by any chance like not normally but in general at night specifically i think they listen its funny lmfao they feel like you are very talkative they want you to channel your creativity however you want its coming in strong ,i also heard they look tough but you didnt find them so ...very interesting

Messages i channelled:

+Yeah u went there accidentally for sure

+This spirit was very angry but werent for the longest after you came into their space (:

+ "you weren't meant to be there you just got there "

+Can we talk?

-Its upto you if want to establish a connection pile 1 this is a safe spirit or dont but its not my decision .

Things i heard :

Content creation,middle of the night, crazy child , blue, Atlantic Ocean?scrap city ,click photogenic? ,Suffer ,city i keep hearing city .

Song i channelled that may contain message:

Thanks for reading!!

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Pile ll:

Angel number :7804

If you're scared of spirits in any way then i'd request you to leave the decision is always yours in the end .

Its a past life connection 100% i feel like they were unoticed by you throughout their living you never cared for them you might have disliked them or faught with them a lot this spirit protects you from toxic energies this spirit doesnt like when peopke mess with you i kinda feel like they are intimidating ..lol

I think they come when you pray this could be your ancestors who were there on earth but passed away and i'm hearing their aura is healing i feel like this spirit wants you to fall and learn💀sounds like myHint: "you weren't meant to be there you just got there " guides

No dont worry it wants you to understand law of life i feel like they want to see you toigh you may be not feeling very well during this period of time i feel like this spirit is very loving regardless they dont like to see you down they were the type of person who'd train their child for their protection feels a little tough love but they would come back at night to hug them and say sorry ....pile2 ngl they had me in first half but yes they are very nice i feel like they protect you because they want to and they do it without sny worry i feel like this spirit absords nehative energy sometimes thats why their aura feels heavy

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This spirit feels sorry i feel like they carry this guilt inside of em i cant get a scenario it feels like a blurred vision this person feelslike a military person i feel like they have fought a battle for sure they are a masculine spirit btw (:

Theu help you move forward i feel like you are a pure person who has seen a lot but doesn't wish bad for others .. that was random but it hoods a significane i feel like you left them you were dissapointed and they realised late they were controlling but their intentions werent so ...

Hmm i can sense they cant believe they got a chance to guide you they feel eternally grateful and no this isn't exxagerated even the sojg i was listening to has lyrics like its some sort of fantasy to be near someone they lost :( i feel like they are okay with you not acknowleding them they deserve it ... gosh this feels very heavy.

Messages i channelled:

They want you to give charity even if its in a form of smile i feel like you are a moody person but self destruction is never the solution .

They want you to establish healthy routine.

I was always there you never noticed

Dont be angry

I'm sorry i misunderstood you

You are the best thing that has happened to us.

I always paid attention to you .

Things i heard:

Root,ring, restaurant,test,kind,slippers ,pld age home,self destructive,everythings fine,i love you .

Song i channelled that may contain message:

Thanks for reading!!

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Pile lll.

Angel number :2009

If you're scared of spirits in any way then i'd request you to leave the decision is always yours in the end .

People in your life is very insensitive amd freaking energy vampires its what i can see they expect you to just give and live up to their expectation and burden you with responsibilities so they dont have to worry about it i feel like this pile will be very specific this spirit guide can be your old ancestors who are from your blood line seems like even they were given the same treatment from the people who were suppsed to help them bought them down and it made them angry but helpess so they now see you as someone who they "have" to protect cause they dont want to see you same struggles its like they actually dont want to see you in trouble so they try their best to cut people from your life energetically who are just here to drain you and distract you from your purpose now you may have a puroose from their side and they want to protect that as well

You might be a chaneller yourself so you do want to focus on your practices rather than being with these type of people and they exactly help you with it they also keep you away from people who are physically harmful its that strong source ,they also come to your dreams so u may need to pay attention you may notice either your dreams are too soecific or you dont dream at all .

I also feel like you manifested them in some way and its not one but five spirits who really dont care abt others but only you they might create blockages in those peoples life who bring you down whethers its visible or not yeah so as i was saying these spirits werent there from the beginning but they came in just the right time to help you acknowledge"self" they want to see you succeed especially they want your identity to shine amongst all of the other people they were around these spirits feels bettayed pile c they were blindly following traditions and in the process losing themselves now you may have wished for a friend whom you can rely on you can actually ask for their help they might not come in the first them but for this they need your acknowledment and sincerity first so they can work with you for now they only protect you and your visions you might have noticed how your ideas doesnt proceed forward when you share them so you don't need to do that its the first step in contacting them .

They have a greyish aura and they move fast from what i can sense its a feminine spirits who wear traditional red clothes to be specific and they hide their face with some paint ? Seems like ...

Even if you want them to leave it will take time cause their purpose is you,if you want to ask for help great they will be open but you need to cut distractions or even people who seem important but are draining they are very proud of you as well .

Mesages i channelled:

Dont be with energy vampires

Set your goals and describe em

Do not be afraid of judgements it has got nothing to fo with you

Cut distractions please

We are always there

They are stupid and their opinion exist within their shallow mind .

Song i channelled that may contain message:

Thanks for reading!!!

#pick a card #pick a pile #spirituality #tarot reading #tarotblr #intuiative reading #spotify #intuiation

[loveroflewdity]

Thinking about M!Sydney as always...

Thinking about corrupting him, thinking about how it would play out if somehow the chastity belt just broke instead of having to go to the temple..

Like, if he wasn't corrupt before, I'm sure that happening would be such a big purity loss right? Feeling his cock just in the air, unrestrained for the first time in who knows how long...

Imagine if you could convince him to not ask for another one if his purity was low enough...

He'd lay awake in bed at night, hesitantly touching himself, thinking of you, of how soft you are, of how good you feel (if you've played around with him of course), but at first he's still too nervous to do anything, so you give him time...

But every night he's there, thinking of you, slowly getting addicted to the pleasure, the touch, all of his sinful thoughts swirling around...

The next time you flirt with him in the library he's pressing himself against you, telling you that he's ready and he needs you so bad, that he'll bring you back to his place later, he'll sneak you in if he has to...

Or there's entirely corrupted Syd, who's on you in seconds once it breaks, shivering with how badly he wants you, of course if it isn't safe he'll roughly drag you away until you get far enough away but then he's right back at it...

You know he doesn't care about people watching, he loves it in fact, and when a couple people start watching you two from far away he winks at them, making a show of pulling out slowly while thrusting back in as he stares at them...

Afterwards he's taking you back to the orphanage, staying the night even and slowly grinding against you when he wakes up in the middle of the night...

When the morning comes you can feel him rutting against your thigh, moaning as he splatters you with cum, and then he's licking it off you before eating you out...

Anyways having beeg thots about Sydney if y'all have any juicy headcanons or requests feel free to send em

#lover's posts #dol #lovely lil rambles #dol sydney #sydney the fallen #sydney the faithful #degrees of lewdity

[montimer]

Hi! I have a request...

Can you do TNBA Scarecrow adopting a abused child as his own, the child is just like him: dark, mysterious, likes reading, is silent, dosent need much, smart, and dosent make mistakes... Later Scarecrow sees potential in him and makes him his sidekick. Like Batman has Robin he has the child. Take all the time you need. Thanks!

Scarecrow adopting a kid

Platonic ofc

Gender neutral, lil angst ig

He was walking in the alley with his scarecrow costume on. Trying to look for something that he could use for his next project. Maybe an useful tool.

Suddenly he heard something crash, then crying. He walked out of the dark alley way and looked at the closest house.

There was an abused child getting kicked out of there home.

He felt something sink in his chest. It didn't felt right.

The child had some bruises on them, they got back up and walked up to the door, banging on it. Screaming "let me go back! Please...please"

It broke his heart watching this, he stepped out of the shadow. When he speaked up the kid looked at him. "A scarecrow?" Asked the child, tears still running down his face.

"Yeah, I- did your parents do this to you?" He pointed at the bruises on there arm.

This made the kid cry even more. He felt guilty so he slowly approached the kid.

"Its alright kiddo. I promise i won't let anyone hurt you"

He picked the kid up and made his way home, completely forgetting about trying to find a tool.

After patching them up he started thinking what to do with them. Should he send them to an orphanage? Or do something about the parents?

As he looked around he saw the kid reading one of his books.

Oh,this kid must like to read?

Hmm, maybe he can let them stay for a while.

As days went on he started seeing himself more in them.

How they are getting even more smarter, liking to read. They even help him w/ science. Though they are pretty quite which makes them seem mysterious.

When he asked them to bring or solve something little, they never disappointed him. He started thinking, maybe this kid could help him?

So he made a scarecrow costume for them. They looked so happy when he gave it to them. "I look just like you" the child said happily.

He was so proud when they learned to fight and use the toxin. He trusted them.

Being his sidekick. He always keeps an eye on them, to make sure they are fine.He doesn't want them to be taken away from him. He will protect his kid. And tell em what to do when his away in gotham.

Now the two of you will be unstoppable!

Hes just happy he doesn't have to be lonely anymore.

#scarecrow dc #the scarecrow #scarecrow #dc scarecrow #btas scarecrow #btas jonathan crane #btas jonathan crane x reader #btas scarecrow x reader #btas johnathan crane #johnathan crane #scarecrow x reader #the scarecrow x reader #platonic #platonic headcanons

[fruitsoxs]

Okokok I am here with a request:

Hear me out: Wolfwood x Reader where the reader and Wolfwood adopt a little one,,,

I swear to God, it'd be so soft and precious,,,

Thank you :D

ahhhh this is so cute. thank you!!

pairings; wolfwood x (GN)reader warnings; none notes; ive had an idea like this brewing in my brain for a awhile so i'm glad i had a reason to finally write it out! thank you!

His eyes trail across the cobblestone floors, landing on a particular pair who seem to be having the time of their lives. A crooked smile rests across his lips as he watches you play with the little boy that has grown quite attached to you. The kid is hanging off your back as you run around in a circle. The kid is giggling like a maniac, and you’ve got your own smile on your face.

He was sure it would be a mistake bringing you to see his old orphanage. He regretted it the moment the offer left his mouth, and your eyes lit up. He wasn’t sure how’d you react to his old home, or if you’d get along with everyone. You’re his favorite person in the world, and he couldn’t imagine what would happen if this all went wrong. But it didn’t. 

Apparently, you’re really good with kids.

Maybe this was a mistake, because Wolfwood can’t stop staring at you as you play around. He can’t stop thinking that this all feels a little too right. After years of hard work, was it finally time for him to settle down with you? He looks over at your cute smiling face, and his heart clenches in his chest. He wants that. He wants it so bad, he’d drop everything now and adopt that child on the spot.

He pushes himself off the wall he was leaning on, and makes his way over to you. As soon as you see him, your smile breaks out into a large grin. You wave at him as he nears you, the child still hanging onto your neck. 

“You look like you’re having fun.” he chuckles, resting his hands in the pockets of his pants. You smile sheepishly and shrug your shoulders. “This kid’s got a whole lotta energy.” you respond, hiking the kid higher onto your back. The kid giggles and presses his head into the back of your shoulder. Wolfwood finds his heart beating a little faster at the scene.

“Oh yeah?” Wolfwood mumbles moving so he’s eye level with the kid. “And what are you playing?” he asks. The kid grins a toothless grin. “We’re playing cowboys. I’m an outlaw-” The kid explains shooting off a pretend gun. “And I’m a horse-” you add on, laughing. Wolfwood can’t hold back the chuckle that escapes his throat.

“Well you know, every outlaw needs a sheriff to chase him.” Wolfwood tells the kid, grinning. He steps back and makes a gun with his fingers. “Put ‘em up!” He says dramatically, pointing his finger gun at the kid. The kid squeals happily as you start running from Wolfwood.

The three of you play around for a little bit, with wolfwood pretending to chase the boy. You end up putting the kid down and stepping back for a second to catch your breath, watching as the two continue playing on their own. The boy seems to be having more fun now than ever, and Wolfwood can’t help but feel like this is right.

The kid shouts out a few “Bangs!” and Wolfwood pretends he’s hit, putting a hand over his heart and collapsing onto the ground. “You got me kid-” he gasps dramatically. “You’re too good of a shot-” The kid laughs and runs off to continue playing with a  few other kids that have joined in on the game.

Your head appears above Wolfwood, a hand held out offering to help him stand. He takes it and allows you to help pull him back onto his feet. When he’s up, he puts an arm around you and pulls you against his side as the two of you watch the kids play.

“They’re pretty cute, aren’t they?” you point out, resting your head on his shoulder. He smiles and nods. “Maybe we should take one home.” He finally says out loud. There’s a beat of silence before you turn to him with wide eyes. “Don’t joke-”

“I aint joking.” He cuts you off, a soft look upon his features. He reaches out to cup your cheek with his hand. “Seeing you running around with that kid- It had me thinking. Maybe it’s time?” he starts, staring into your eyes. “Maybe it’s time we settle down. For good. Just me, you…and the kid.” He smiles as he traces your cheek with his thumb.

You seem completely awestruck- but your shocked expression morphs into a smile and you nod. Tears  start to gather in your eyes as you lean forward and press your lips against his softly. “I would love that.” You whisper as you pull away. 

He pulls you into a hug with a smile. He can't wait to start a family with you.

#wolfwood x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x you #wolfwood x y/n #wolfwood fluff

[its-your-mind]

Chronic pain Ashton actually means everything to me. This punk rock literally went through more awful shit before the age of ten than most people will deal with in their entire lives. And then they turned into a FUCKING rock.

Raised in an overpacked orphanage, given the same last name as everyone else as a strange unifier. These people aren’t family, but they do share a surname and a piece of their history. In the end though, Ashton’s just one small hungry face among dozens. Alone even when in the crowd.

When he woke up one day and his whole body felt Wrong, felt hard and rough, and calcified like they had spent too much time out in the cold without water, do you think he told anyone at first? Do you think anyone with the power to help would have even cared?

I wonder if it ever stopped feeling uncomfortable to them, or if there’s always this underlying sense that one wrong move will send cracks up their whole body.

Then they’re out, and they finally found people they could rely on, a family that cared about him, not because of obligation, but because he was like them, and because he had strength and skills they needed.

His new family is united by their insignificance, and determined to stick it to everyone whose greed hurts other people like them, the ones left behind, the nobodies. Ashton learns what it really means to fight and to bleed for the people you love. He learns to take his pain and his anger and pours it into protecting his family.

And then. The heist that changed everything. Broke into the wrong house, opened the wrong box, and suddenly… a whole new level of pain, beyond anything they’ve felt before. Broken memories. Flying backwards. Crashing through a window. Falling, falling, falling, then… black. Pain. Flashes of light, of noise. Pain. “He’s dead.” Laying on a stone path. “Just leave em.” Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain.

Milo’s voice. “C’mon, please wake up please, I don’t know what else to do…” and then… ice in their veins. Fireworks going off inside their head. And then… they black out again.

They come back slowly, and it’s not their senses that come back first. The first thing that tells him he’s awake is a shooting pain all up and down his arm, branching like cracks through stone. It feels as bad as the little voice in the back of his mind always told him it would. His whole left side feels… shattered. Broken. He’s certain that when he opens his eyes, he’ll see pieces of himself lying around him.

A flash, as though someone fired a blowtorch at close range toward his head. Another, slightly to the right of the first. And now that they’re aware of it, they can’t stop feeling it. It’s like the worst cluster headache they’ve ever felt, multiplied by a dozen by the burn of each pulse of energy.

Well, if he’s feeling pain, that probably means he’s not dead. They blink open their eyes and move to stand. His arm is still there, so that’s good. They begin to use it to push themself up…

*Crack*

They feel the powerful release of pressure more than they hear it. It travels from their shoulder all the way down to the tips of their fingers and then back.

“Gah, FUCKING SHIT.” They collapse back down to the table they were lying on.

“Ashton? Ashton! You’re awake! Don’t move, don’t move, you’re safe, you’re okay!”

It’s only now that they look around and realize where they are. Their vision feels… off somehow, but they can see it now. Milo’s workshop. They’ve cleared their worktable, and he’s lying on top of it. He turns his head to see where their voice is coming from and… FUCK.

“Don’t… don’t move too much. You’re uhh… you’re hurt real bad.” Milo rushes over from wherever they were and hovers behind his head. “How are… how do you feel?”

“Like hot fucking garbage. What… what the fuck happened to me? Fuck, that hurts.”

“The last job it went… bad. Real bad. You took… you took a pretty big fall, all the way from the top of the mansion.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, well. Let’s check out the fucking damage.”

“No Ashton wait, you need to rest, lay back down…”

They ignore them as they push themself up again… fuck that hurts, but at least they know to expect it this time. They cautiously put their weight on their right foot, then their left. A similar crack as before sends pain up their leg to their hip, and they buckle, grabbing their head as it sparks again.

“Ashton please wait. Please, just take a second to… to catch your breath, at least…”

“Fuck. No. I’m fine, I’m good, I can fucking do this.”

He stumbles over to a big, shiny sheet of metal that Milo’s got hung up for some project or other, and looks at his warped reflection.

“Milo… what the fuck.”

“I… I… I did everything I could, but I’m not a medic, Ashton. I work with metal though, and… and with stone, sometimes, so… I melted down the gold we made on our last job and um… I sealed the cracks. In your skin, I mean. I had no clue if it would work; I didn’t even know if your skin works like normal stone, but I didn’t know what else to do.”

Ashton holds up their hand to their face. Zigzagging along the cracks in his skin, he sees gold, sealing the stone of his flesh back together. He runs the fingers of his other hand up his arm. It’s… huh. They’re used to their skin feeling… alien. Wrong. Not their own. But this is… this one’s new.

Even as he’s thinking that, another flash goes off in his skull, and this time, he sees it in his reflection. “What the fuck…”

They lean close, and when another spark lights up, he can see… through his own head. What the fuck, he can see his brain. It’s distorted, though they can’t tell if that’s because of the imperfections in the metal or because of what Milo used to patch them up.

“Yeah that… that I was less sure of. There was… a hole smashed in your head, Ashton. Too big to fill in with gold. Eventually I was able to fill it in and cover it up with slag glass - I had to do the same thing with your eye.”

And as soon as they say that, Ashton can pin down what’s wrong with their vision. The depth of everything feels wrong, and he can’t see anything on his left side.

“…fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck Milo, you… you saved my life. I… wait. What the fuck happened to the others.”

Milo flinches, and Ashton prepares for the worst. “They… they all ran. Out of the city. We were seen, and…”

“And they figured I wouldn’t fucking make it anyway. Right. So why the fuck are you still here?”

“Ashton I… I wasn’t just going to leave you. Not while there was still a chance to save you.”

They don’t know what to say to that. And so, they pull their shit together, and as soon as they’re confident they won’t collapse on the way, they go back to Hexum’s. He takes on the debt that everyone else was too smart to stay for. He doesn’t tell her about Milo.

They take on easy jobs for a while. They recover, as much as they can. Eventually, it becomes pretty obvious that this… these golden cracks, the hole in their head, the fireworks inside their fucking skull… this is just how things are now.

So he does what he did before. He fucking adjusts. He’d had to get used to discomfort and pain of stone skin; now these harsh cracks become a part of that alien background sensation. The fireworks go off when he gets in a fight, so they learn to channel that sharp pain into every swing of their hammer. This new pain joins the rest in the background noise of his life.

And so, just like he always does, he keeps fucking going. They wear their scars proudly, on display for everyone. They hold their head, cracks and all, high. They say look at me. I’ve already been the collateral damage of an uncontrolled elemental ritual. I’ve been thrown backwards out of a tower and left for dead. You think you scare me? Get in line. I’ve seen shit that would scare your nightmares. You think you’re stronger than me? Two seconds in my body would have you curled up in a ball on the floor. You wanna fuck with me? Just don’t.

#ashton greymoore #critical role #critical role c3 #bells hells #cr #chronic pain ashton means everything to me #listen I didn’t know what I was gonna write before I started writing #this got longer than I expected #sorry??? #I just needed a chronic pain character real bad rn #I love them sm #funky little fucked up punk rock

[nightyelean]

human designs but i am lazy to do a proper referende sheet

*looks at my many many human doodles*

*all of em being unfinished*

Yeah.

Little stuff,

They grew up in an orphanage. (They are not related) Moon was a quiet one, not interacting with anybody. Sun was louder, the kids not exactly liking him, finding him annoying. Sun approached Moon first and even with their differences they got along fast easy.

They have heterochromia. Sun’s eyes being gray/blue. Moon’s being light blue to dark blue.

Their hair are natural sjfkrd. White hair strands team lessgo✋✋

When they left the orphanage, they stuck together, moving in a house and building their own life. They’re daycare Attendants🥳

…Sun is too tired. Even though Moon forces him to sleep, it is not enough. Sun is stubborn and an overworker.

demisexual kings bcuz i say so (and its my hc in general ehcke)

Moon is tiny bit shorter than Sun, but they’re at some close heights.

Moon is still on the more quiet side, but if you get past his walls (which is surprisingly easy if ure nice:) he will turn on his gremlin mode. He is also more like himself when he takes care of the kids, its always a sweet picture to watch.

someone take Sun’s energy drink privileges.

i have a silly feeling that Moon doesn’t really wear rings. its a sensory thing (same🥳). He wiggle wiggle fingers a lot, so i feel like rings would be kinda uncomfy.

Sun probably has many scars bcuz he clumsy clumsy and not very… careful.

if u have silly thoughts or questions dont hold back from asking them🏃🏃

#human au #my art #fnaf sb #fnaf au #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf sundrop #fnaf moondrop #fnaf the daycare attendant #the daycare attendant #fnaf dca #posting for the millionth time #dont ask why #idk too

[wyverber]

Idk if this is apart of your hc but Toby and Tim Fatherly Bonding?

Interesting. It wasn't now it is.

Fatherly Bonding with Tim and Toby

Tim never had a Father figure (Orphan) but he is the Father friend in the Group.

(Ngl he would throw fists with Toby's dad if he was still alive)

So just imagine Toby being 17 at the time when Slender picked him up, awkward with conversation because he never really went to school and when he did he didn't have friends 😔. He doesn't even have smt to talk about, absolutely no hobbies at the time. Just a lonely Teenage boy. Even tho Slender did everything in his power to reduce the Mentally ill part of his mind he just doesn't know how to talk with people.

That's when Tim comes in. He knows how to interact with people like Toby, he was always the kid in the Orphanage who welcomed every new and scared kid and took care of 'em

The first thing he does his introduce himself to Toby, after Toby just stammered his name out he understood that he can't really just throw him in a Conversation.

(Toby was really social awkward)

So, acts of service is the go to for now, Tim is just making small things really!

Toby gets out of bed to work or to what ever that is he's doing? Tim makes his bed:)

Toby didn't eat in the last 5 hours? He makes him food and brings him a Glass of water every now and then.

Toby just said a quick and almost unnoticed 'thankyou' nothing more nothing less. Well that's not true, when he did something wrong or broke something he apologized like there was no tomorrow. Thinking he would get in trouble and that just broke Tim's heart.

The first time Toby spoke more than that was when Tim brought him some sliced up Apples for a snack BC dinner would take longer than expected.

"I don't like the skin from the apple" Toby said quietly. "Could you repeat that?" Tim said softly, the Boy looked at him like he was scared he angered the much older male, not sure if he should repeat that or not. "You don't like the skin?" Tim asked not sure if he got that right, the boy nicked and said "My Mother always tells me that's the healthiest part of the apple but I hate it" he stopped thinking if he should talk more or to stay quiet. "Okay, I'm right back!" Was heard before the older male grabbed the plate and got into the kitchen quickly peeling the apple slices.

From that day on two things happens the first would be Toby talking more and the second thing would be Tim finding out Toby is a really picky eater.

The first few conversations where just about food or rather food Toby hates or just doesn't like.

Tim loves to cook, he can relax while doing it and bond with Toby... So that's what their doing now. Cooking together. Brian always comments about Toby's (like U would say in German) extra sausage type of personality. Tim doesn't care about what he's eating and if it makes an Traumatised teenager happy to eat food he likes than who would he be to say no? Exactly an Asshole.

After a time Tim is not only Toby's friend and 'therapist' but also like a father, you have to know that Toby isn't a shy person he LOVES Talking, he likes cooking drawing and Beyonce! Tim can't explain how happy he is for Toby that he can be himself and that all thanks to sliced apples XD

Well that was if for now if you want more if Fatherly Bonding or something else please feel free to Request! I don't have Rules yet? So you can use that until I close this spicy Request thingy :*

#creepypasta headcanon #Tim and Toby Headcanon #tim wright #tim wright x reader #ticci toby #creepypasta #toby rogers #Toby Rogers Headcanon #creepypasta Headcanons #creepy pasta #marble hornets headcanons

[kaminocasey]

25 Days of Life Day: Day 20 - Volunteering with Kix

A/N: I know this is like 48 hours late lol. I got behind bc of family stuff. Holidays, gotta love 'em. After the holidays, I'll probably go back and redo this one bc I love Kix and wanted to do this better but was just trying to get caught up so it's kinda short and rushed.

Summary: Kix asks you to help him volunteer.

Warnings: 2 idiots in love lol. What else can I say?

“Hey.” Kix catches up to you before you head out for the night. “Are you busy tonight?”

Was Kix asking you out? You’d been pining over the man for the last eight months, like some lovesick puppy. Kix was the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on and every time you spoke to him, you froze up and got all weird. Sometimes, you’d barely be able to get out an entire sentence so you’d just make up an excuse to leave.

“Me?” You look around, confused.

He nods, grinning. “Yes, you.” 

“Oh, no. I’m not. Why?” You feel yourself starting to go warm in the face.

Did he know the effect he had on you? You almost hope not. Because if he does and doesn’t like you, then that’s embarrassing.

“I decided to volunteer at a food bank and thought maybe you’d want to go with me if you weren’t busy tonight? If you don’t want to, though, I completely understand.” He asks. “You want me to go with you?” You ask him, still trying to wrap your mind around the fact that Kix was asking you to hang out. 

He nods, still grinning that heartbreaking smile of his. “Yeah, I wanted you to go with me.” 

You can’t help but grin up at him. “Alright.” 

He leads you out into the cool wintery air to the speeder van that he borrows for deliveries, instantly starting to shiver. The thought of spending a few hours in a speeder with Kix is enough to keep you warm, though. Once you’re in the speeder, Kix turns the heat all the way up anyway and you smile to yourself. He noticed that you were cold. Of course he did, he’s the sweetest person you know. 

“I saw the way you stitched Fives up today. I’ve never seen someone move so fast. Not even me.” He smirks over at you as he drives.

You shrug, trying to hide the warmness in your face. “I try my best.”

“Well, you’re impressive.” He praises you. 

Warmth floods your body and you thank him. 

By the time you reach the last orphanage and drop the last boxes of food and supplies off, your arms are exhausted from lifting so many boxes. 

“You alright?” Kix asks you. 

“Yeah, I’m good. I probably could’ve used a good stretch before doing this.” You smile.

“I’ll remember that for next time.” Kix smiles.

You both look at each other at the same, realizing how that sounded and start getting flustered. 

“I-” He starts. 

“No, it’s okay… I know what you meant.” You don’t think you can hide just how flustered this man makes you at this point.

“I mean, you know maybe after a few more dates…” He starts and you look at him with confusion. “If you wanted…”

“Are you asking if I want to-” You start. “I didn’t know this was one?”

“I- oh… I was not forward enough at all.” He rubs his neck, awkwardly. “I like you…” 

You can’t help but grin. “I like you too.”

“Could I take you on a real first date, then?” He smirks.

“Nothing would make me happier.” You admit.

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#25 days of life day #tcw kix x reader #tcw kix #tcw kix x you #clone medic kix x reader

[n1ghtpers0n15]

Important edit under this character’s background

Okay somebody asked nicely( @icarussmicarus )so here’s the two semi-old ocs that drew a year ago

By they y’all not get to much lore about them, just basically how they got on the (very unnamed) ship in the first place, cause 1: that would probably be spoiler-y for a story that would happen way later, and 2: I didn’t put to much thought into the lore of their past or childhood (mostly for one of them) but hey maybe I’ll make up something as I write this, who knows, not me! Anyways-

Aviva Arun

Aviva was in a chrysalis state under a shrub that her cocoon fell off of after becoming too heavy and was later found by someone who mistook the cocoon for a pretty stone who later traded her for herbs from the market’s herbalist, who then sold her for a small price since they had no use for the pretty “paperweight”

The person who bought her got pickpocketed later by the captain’s younger brother, who tossed her to the captain, who gave her to their first mate. Baby wasn’t even walking about, yet they were travelin’!

Back on the ship, the first mate had just tossed the chrysalis into a drawer and when she was about to close it, she noticed the “stone” seemed to be pulsing which weirded the absolute hell outta the first mate cause ya know, rocks do NOT do THAT- and they definitely have a weird spike repeatedly poking out of them

After stabbing the cocoon from the inside for a good few seconds the basically reborn noodle baby was back out into the world, and immediately not wanting to be in it after seeing the giant pair of eyes looking down at her in shock bolting to the back of the drawer. The first mate didn’t wanna accidentally kill it trying to grab it so she just left the smol in the open drawer and decided to check on it later since she has things to do, she told the captain when she got the chance and the duo decided to keep it around since the tiny critter wasn’t hurting anything by being there

By the way they had not a clue that she was a sapient (I think that’s the right word) child and not a newborn critter, didn’t even question how she seemed to be easier to handle

The first mate as well as some of the crew that were nearby were the first to find out when the cook offered the smol a piece of fruit to which the excited noodle squeaked “FRUIT!” and repeated the word till she got the fruit slice, everyone kinda just stopped and turned for a moment since everyone thought the wiggly thing on the first mates shoulder was a small animal and not a small PERSON. They still kept her though since the crew grew fond of the tiny noodle, there was no way the captain was leaving somewhere, the first would rather sell her own fingers than give her up, and to be honest would an orphanage really take someone in THAT small?

So yeah kept her, gave her an actual name since at first they were all just calling her Wiggles, stopped treating her like a critter and treated her like a person cause that’s what she was, just tiny, the cook’s made her some ponchos, not that she really needed them but he just wanted to make em and she liked what he made so he just never stopped making em, really he does it whenever he gets a chance, it’s a new hobby. She gets shoulder rides almost all day mostly on four specific people, the first mate, the captain, captain’s brother, and the cook, usually the captain since that seemed to be the safest.

When she got older Aviva started wandering around the ship wanting to map it out from a different perspective, course she didn’t do that alone at first, one of the crew mates who was also a tiny person helped make sure she didn’t get lost until she memorized the place, the first mate wasn’t sure about this at first but the captain convinced her that the noodle child would be fine and if they did try to “box her in” the kid would probably find a way to explore anyway, she’s an adventurous lil smol. However she is not to leave the captain’s cabin during raids for a very good reason that Aviva is not aware of, she was told it was a just a trade but she wasn’t really told why she couldn’t be out at those times, she tries not to question it too much though since she was forced to promise not to leave the cabin during raids.

She didn’t really do much on the ship, Aviva kinda just lives there, the only chores she does have is helping the cook retrieve any eggs from the shikiis (a weird alien chicken) or pushing the right ingredients towards him, he doesn’t need help with either of these things but it gives Aviva something to do. She offered to help out the doc too, they said she wouldn’t like what she saw

Fun fact: The captain and first mate DID NOT approve of the shikii egg chore, since those birds are bigger than Aviva and they, were, MEAN, the only reason it’s being allowed is because the cook was right there with her and he was the only person that those feathered jerks seemed to respect or fear

Another fun fact: Aviva’s favorite stones are rubys and pearls and she use’s earrings as pins (I had no reason to say this I just wanted to throw it out there) also her last name came from the captain and first mate

More stuff I forgot to add: The captain and first mate are extremely wary about taking her to places, especially markets since it’s highly possible that someone would swipe Aviva off someone’s shoulder and run, so she’s always on captain when their on planet, specifically either her hat or on the inside of the coat collar behind her hair, which is probably the best choice since the captain’s like 8 feet with a few inches to spare, doesn’t mean they’re not still cautious though

In the picture above she’s 14 years old and she’s 9 inches in length, when upright she’s (probably) 4 inches in height, she’s of an unnamed tiny salamander species that seemed to evolve like an insect from what the doc figured out but they’re unsure if she’ll evolve again

Edit: If you’re currently thinking “I swear there was another character on this post, there was sorry I deleted it, but I am not getting of the character (Darcy) I’m just gonna change the ENTIRETY of his background, cause to be honest I HATED IT

I HATED thinking about it, I HATED writing it, and I STILL HATED it after I wrote it

The background was way too dark, way too long, revealed too much, and I’m sure it made people REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE and I am REALLY SORRY about that

And because of this stuff Darcy O’dair will not be seen for awhile since he really needs a much better background, it would still have some angst to it, BUT it will be nothing like the last one cause it was just BAD

So again I’m sorry if his last origins has made anyone uncomfortable, I’ve should’ve put much more thought into what I wrote, especially for this fandom, and I WILL be putting ALOT more thought into it when I write him again

Sorry

#Aviva Arun #Darcy O’dair #treasure planet #treasure planet oc #tiny oc #alien oc #tiny alien #g/t oc #original species #original alien species #Home’s Calling #Home’s Horizon #my oc #my art #oc lore #furry art #dragon art #pirate oc #oc #night 0’clock draws #n1ghtpers0n15 #artist on tumblr #artist of tumblr #art #digital art

[fluffytheocelot]

Okay, I saw your screencap redraw, and as someone else who's *obsessed* with Carmen's parents, I had to take you up on that offer. So, consider this ask license to infodump your thoughts on them! :)

AGH ok so-

Carmen's parents have a LOT of potential narrative-wise, and I really hope one day we'll see more of them in canon. (Maybe comics like the showrunner talked about before?)

Like how in the world did they meet??? Cause idk i feel like Carlotta disappeared way too easily to have just been a civilian. I think she was a thief too, not VILE, she only steals when she needs to, for one reason or another.

this is getting long oops- under the cut!

I think they happened to be going after the same thing, at the same time, and hoo boy do they not get along lol. Turns out Carlotta (telling Dexter her name is Vera Cruz. He does not believe her) had agreed to steal the whatever-it-is in exchange for an under-the-radar trip somewhere else.

They make a deal: Dexter gets her there, and he gets to keep the prize. Yay, roadtrip!

Cue rivals-to-friends-to-lovers speedrun lmao

Some time passes after that (during which they continue to see each other) and many months later they discover oops they made a Carmen

Dexter begins making his much longer trips away from VILE (wanting to support his partner with their unborn kid as much as he can) and starts the process of leaving. When Carmen is born, his trips away get longer and VILE finally catches wind of what's happening, and you know the rest.

AHH ok headcanons about each:

Dexter

definitely shares a lot of personality traits with Carmen. Even just from what we saw during Shadowsan's flashback, they are so so similar :( The two combined chaos energies probably would've driven Carlotta up a wall lmao

woulda been a fantastic girl dad. this man would have sat thru tea parties and played barbies with little Carmen and LOVED IT

dad jokes. that is all.

probably also a very high energy/troublemaking kid, like Carmen

Seriously I picture him and Carmen being super close if he'd survived.

idk i think it'd be funny that this master thief that is 1/5th of the leadership of a massive and ancient crime organization is an absolute dorky dad lmao

bi

was gonna ask Carlotta to marry him after he escaped. but. well.. yk.

Was gonna pick Shadowsan to take his place on the faculty anyway

knows guitar, and probably would've taught carmen how to as well.

is it a universal dad thing to enjoy Jimmy Buffet music or is that just my dad??? Idk either way he vibes. Carlotta has a video of him softly strumming a guitar with baby Carmen in his lap and singing "Little Miss Magic" to her ;-;

also enjoys AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Guns n Roses, all that kinda stuff. Probably projecting my own dad a bit but oh well

As much as he'd hate he couldn't be there for Carmen when she was growing up, I think he'd be glad she at least had Shadowsan looking out for her :)

He would be so proud of everything Carmen has done and accomplished ;-;

Carlotta

its probably been said before, but Carlotta definitely started up the orphanage in Buenos Aires hoping Carmen would end up in it at some point.

Carmen inherited thief skills from both parents idc. Carlotta definitely gave Dexter a run for his money lol

looks a lot like carmen, but with green eyes instead of gray, and more brown hair than Carmen's red/auburn.

also the parent carmen got her freckles from (BC Carmen had em when she was little, and she spent a lot of time out in the sun!! I will die on the Carmen having faint freckles hill dangit!)

also bi. idk these two give bi4bi vibes.

more likely to get into a fistfight out of the two of them ("Carlotta, no!" "Carlotta YES" *cut to Dexter desperately trying to hold her back* "CARLOTTA PLEASE WE'RE TRYING NOT TO GET CAUGHT")

Upon reuniting with and getting to know Carmen, she's very much reminded of Dexter. She'd be all too happy to tell her stories of Dexter.

definitely also has a bit of a mischief streak too.

absolutely did NOT put up with Dexter's nonsense at first lol

was initially terrified of what Dexter would think when she told him they were gonna be parents, but was quickly reassured when the next time Dexter came back from VILE he had armloads of baby stuff from around the world.

Probably has a big extended family but after Dexter's death and Carmen disappears, she gets distant with them. After reuniting with Carmen though, accidentally runs into a family member with her and they're like "wait is that her?? She's alive??" and just like that Carmen has managed to acquire ANOTHER family lol.

Absolutely thrilled to learn Carmen wasn't alone all those years and immediately just adopts Zack, Ivy, and Player lol

Probably a little hesitant about Shadowsan at first, given that he was supposed to assassinate Dexter and did actually take her daughter to VILE, but eventually they're chill and he tells her stories of Black Sheep's antics. Meanwhile Carmen is in the background begging him not to lol.

I think once she got over her distrust of Shadowsan and got to know him, and sees how close he and Carmen are, she'd be glad that he was there for Carmen when Dexter couldn't be.

ARGHSH I have plans for them in many AUs lol. I'll get around to actually enacting em someday XD

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Armed Detective Agency headcannons:

Fukuzawa has left Dazai in charge once, and only once.

Kenji has a cow plush that looks identical to his actual cow. And he tucks it in bed every night.

Kyouka went back to that arcade and won Atsushi a tiger plush. With a note that says "I'm not a cat. I'm a tiger."

Kunikida has let kids plait his hair while he's speaking to the police or their parents after a case has been completed.

Atsushi takes good care of all his poessions because he's never been allowed to own anything before.

Dazai doesn't ruin Kunikida's schedule enough to actually send him into a panic. He knows his limits, he abides by em.

Junichiro has gone to Kunikida for help when he's been struggling with his lessons.

Ranpo doesn't directly share his sweets but he'll randomly drop some he knows are the others favourites where they can find em.

Yosano is a legal doctor, she went to med school and crushed it without using her ability just to show she could.

Katai doesn't set an alarm he just gets dragged out of bed by Kunikida everyday.

Kyouka teaches Junichiro how to be steathly because she can sense his blood lust from a mile away.

Atsushi went to the zoo and a tiger tried to kidnap him. It picked him by the scruff of his neck and walked back into it's den.

Dazai just stood their laughing his ass off while Kunikida went to go help.

Ranpo will read all of Poe's novel even if he's already figured out the mystery.

There's pancake batter on the ceiling of the kitchen, no one knows how it got there.

Dazai stubbed his toe and just laid on the floor for 3 hours saying it was the end for him.

Kunikida had an emo phase and Katai has proof of it but won't show it to anyone.

Fukuzawa makes sure to spend time with atleast one member of the agency each day.

Junichiro is terrified of horror movies while Naomi loves them.

Atsushi learns to bake and whoever has a job with him gets a lil packet of their favourites.

Kenji has told his whole family and than some about his friends at the agency and tells the agency they'd love to meet them some say.

Ranpo has sent threatening messages to Atsushi's old Orphanage along with a whole bunch of evidence of their crimes and says he'll send it all to the police if they ever try and hurt him again.

Everyone has Fukuzawa's personal phone number and knows if they ring him he will show up no matter what.

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bobo rage comp

ft @lgbitties 's grace 🍇❤️

You are in the main hall of the orphanage.

You hear a flurry of almost silent footsteps before you are accosted, thrown against the nearest wall. You look up at your aggressor. It's Bobby. Her look is that of pure unfiltered rage- Eyebrows wrenched with anger as she stare daggers into you.

'You keep trying to take what's mine, thief.' Her voice is low, rumbling in your chest, and her teeth are gritted so hard you can hear them creak.

Before you can reply, she raises her fist. You brace, preparing for the worst, and it hits, hard. Her fist collides with your face as she releases a primal growl, a seering pain spreads across your nose and cheeks. You feel blood on your upper lip. You slump to the ground, stunned by the force of her punch. | ++Pain

(1) Call for Bailey | +Stress | +Pain

(2) Try to calm down | -Stress | -Pain

(1) Call for Bailey

Bobby freezes. Her rage turns to fear. You can hear her shaking breaths, shallow and erratic, as nearby residents turn in response to your call. Some rush over to make sure you're okay, while others whisper amongst themselves, but the room falls silent as Bailey's office door creaks open.

'You better be dying out there.' The mans voice echoes through the quiet hall. Bailey's heavy boots thump against the wood floorboards with every step he takes, each more foreboding than the last. Your head turns back to Bobby. Her face is pale and sweaty, her mouth trying desperately to form words but failing.

Bailey turns a corner, and groans when he sees her. He stops infront of you both.

'Bridget.'

She squeaks, Bailey never calls the orphans by their first names.

'M-Mister Bai-'

'I told you specifically to keep your temper under control. My office, brat.'

'Bridget' hangs her head in shame as tears fall, traipsing to Bailey's office.

'And you,' He continues. 'Get yourself cleaned up.' He leaves swiftly. | +Stress

(2) Try to calm down

You can hear her shaking breaths, shallow and erratic, as nearby residents begin to notice the commotion. Some rush to check on you, while others run to get Bailey. You see a familiar figure approach. It's Grace. She saunters over, a grin on her face as she latches an arm around Bobby's waist. Bobby looks at her, still shaken.

'G-Grace, I-'

The woman shushes her, taking her bloodied knuckles to her mouth and running her forked tongue along them.

'Looks like you had to teach 'em the hard way, sunflower,' She teases.

Her eyes rest on you as her tail sways.

'Shouldn't have been so clingy, huh?~ My little sunflower doesn't like to share,'

She laughs before effortlessly hoisting Bobby into her arms and walking off. Bobby stares at you until they're out of view. You fear that won't be the last you see of them. | +Stress

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[sebstan2020]

The Sharpest Lies

Chapter 15

Pairings: Max Burnett x Original Female Character

Summary: Violet was an expert. She could pick em, play em and win em. She was taught by the best. Conning was an art to her and she had a taste for it. But when she comes to visit her father and his new partner, she aims for the biggest mark she's ever seen.

Warnings: Underage in the past, Controlling, Dom/Sub, Light BDSM, Daddy Issues, Mentions of medical conditions, Con Artists, Daddy Kink

Violet groaned softly as she woke to the pigeons squeaking on the window seal. It was a change from the usual shouting and banging from the kitchen in the orphanage, waking up to a freezing room and the grumpy workers groaning at them to wake up. Violet hadn’t slept this well since she was a baby. All curled up in her duvet, wrapped up like a pancake, her body achy from the deepest sleep she’s ever had. The curtains were slightly open, a peak of snowy New York could be seen through the small gap and Violet didn’t want to leave this bed. She could stay there all day, just wrapped up like a newborn baby, quiet and peaceful.

But the sound of a kettle boiling and pans clanging had her curious and she decided to leave her warm nest. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes and brushing back her bushy hair, she slipped out onto the soft carpet, a change from the hardwood floor of the bedrooms. There was a cramp in her neck from sleeping so differently and she hissed softly to click it. Before she ventured out into the kitchen, she padded over to the big window, pulled back the curtains and stared at the scene in front of her. It was like something out of a Christmas film. Snow covered the high buildings, yellow cabs beeping on their journeys, and people wrapped in long fur coats and hats, making their way to work. By now she would have been shivering just from getting out of bed but the warmth around her made her cosy and safe.

It was a sight she would remember forever. Never had she been this high up. Violet padded into the main room of the apartment, arriving in the kitchen area and Max was already there. He was at the stove, cooking up what looked like pancakes and bacon. The smells were delicious and made Violet’s mouth water. Never had she had pancakes before. Every day on her way to school, she’d pass this breakfast shop and the smell of pancakes was something she wanted to experience before she died.

Max glanced over his shoulder, giving her a soft smile before turning his attention back to the food.

“Good morning,” he said cheerfully.

“Morning” Violet answered, standing like a snowman in the middle of the room, unsure what to do.

“You hungry?” He asked and she nodded but then realised he couldn’t see her.

“Yeah, starving,” she said and Max turned, holding two plates. He nodded his head over to the small dining table and placed one at a spare seat whilst he took his. Violet was a little hesitant. The orphanage was so strict on when the children could eat and despite knowing the fact that Max wasn’t anything like them, she still hesitated to sit. Max noticed her still standing and nodded in clarity.

“Sit” he simply said and Violet obeyed. The pancakes were to die for. All fluffy and drizzled in syrup with rashes of bacon laid over top. A glass of orange juice was in front as well and Violet practically downed it, gulping it down and taking a huge breath after. Max didn’t say much, he didn’t need to after that performance. It was clear she wasn’t treated well at the orphanage and he wasn’t about to take that away from her.

“How did you sleep?” He asked.

“Good, thank you, I’ve never had a bed that big before, or pyjamas” she chuckled under her breath and Max smiled.

“You don’t know how awful something is until you’ve had better,” he said and Violet nodded. He was exactly right. She knew the orphanage treated the children like shit but now she knew how shit they treated them.

“So what are we doing today?” She asked and Max looked up from his plate, chewing slowly as he looked over Violet.

“I have some work to do today, you’re going to stay here and do some reading until I get back,” he said simply.

“Again, I already read all those newspapers yesterday” she argued.

“I know, but there’s more for you to read” he shrugged and Violet scoffed.

“I don’t exactly see how this is me working for you” she grumbled, poking her bacon around with her fork like a child.

“You’ll see, you need training first before you can get into the action… and don’t play with your food” he scolded as he stood, taking his plate to the sink and washing it. His zero-tolerance attitude somehow affected Violet and she instantly stopped playing with the bacon, proceeding to eat it instead.

“I’m going to be gone for a couple of hours, and when I get back I want you to have read all these” Max dumped a load of books on the table. Violet glared at them. Some were very thick, that would at least take her a day to read.

“Seriously… fuck sake” she murmured but Max heard loud and clear. He raised a brow and sighed, casually walking over to the wad of money left on the counter. Violet forgot to stash it in her coat and she raced from the table to get it before he did. But Max was quicker and he yanked a fifty-dollar bill.

“Wait, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to swear,” she said with puppy dog eyes and her lips pursed as if she was asking for forgiveness.

“Good girl” he smirked but took the money anyway. Violet was going to have to watch her mouth around him.

“Be good while I’m gone” he reached up and cupped the side of her face, stroking his thumb on the side of her cheek before swaggering over to the door and leaving her in the quietness of the apartment. Violet sighed and snatched the money, deciding to hide it before any more could be taken away from her. But she couldn’t help but lift her hand to her cheek and feel where he had just laid his thumb, a soft tingle rushing through her.

Violet knew she should have stayed in the apartment and read the books but she couldn’t help the rebellious nature inside her. Sitting there and staring at those books made her eyes go funny and she needed a break, she needed fresh air and seeing as there weren’t any windows to open, she took a trip outside. Max had taken the liberty of buying her a new coat, new boots, a hat and a scarf. These new york winters could be deadly and the last thing Violet wanted was to freeze to death. The large coat hugged her tightly and kept her cosy underneath, the fur inside soft against her back. The scarf was just as soft and the hat kept her ears from falling off. She felt different, as if she had come from a well-off privileged background and even the people were looking at her differently.

Before, people would scowl and turn their noses up at her. One look at her appearance and they knew she was a girl of trouble. But now, barely anyone gave her the time of day. Amongst the other pedestrians, she was a normal girl dressed in clean clothes and not looking like she was up to something. It was strange. As she walked down the street, the snow crunching underneath her new boots, she had a sudden taste for mischief. She was intrigued by Max’s abilities to con. Somehow she wanted to prove herself to him, show him that she didn’t need to read old newspapers and books to know how to pull a con. She’d done them before and she could do them again.

So she picked her victim. A wealthy man dressed in a suit and tie, a long trench coat and leather gloves. The perfect person. He oozed money and was a simple target. She took her place, running up to him in a fluster, hands waving and puffing.

“Please you have to help me, someone just stole my wallet and it had my train tickets that I need,” she said in a rush.

“I’m sorry I-“.

“Please I’m going to see my sick mom and the train leaves in like thirty minutes” she pleaded and the guy sighed.

“Alright, how much?” He asked.

“Fifty dollars, it's in Seattle” she said and the guy pulled out his wallet about to give her the money. It was just in reach and Violet grew excited at the sight of the green bills being counted in his hand. He was about to hand them to her when a voice made them both look up.

“There you are Violet, I’ve been looking for you everywhere” She turned abruptly, eyes wide as Max came jogging over to her. She was speechless. He came over, holding a hand up to the man to stop his actions.

“Sorry about this, you don’t need to do that, I’m her father,” he said and the man nodded, tucking the bills away. The disappointment on Violet's face wasn’t subtle and Max placed his hands on her shoulders turning her to him.

“I said wait for me, I’ve been looking everywhere for you sweetie. I’ve got the tickets don’t worry… sorry about that” Max apologised to the man.

“It’s okay, I hope everything works out for you,” he said politely before moving on his way. Violet was too stunned to speak. She couldn’t believe what she just witnessed. She was about to get fifty dollars out of him until Max showed up. But then she remembered that she should have stayed home, doing as she was told. Before she had a chance to argue, Max took her hand firmly and dragged her back home. He didn’t speak a word to her and Violet groaned as she tripped to keep up with his speed. It was clear he wasn’t happy with her. He pulled her into the apartment, slamming the door behind as she stomped inside.

“I nearly had him there until you showed up” she grumbled, throwing her coat to the floor. Max hung his up on the coat rack by the door and padded over, a stern look on his face.

“Pick that up” he ordered and she glared at him but obeyed, hanging it by his.

“Come here” he ordered again and Violet stepped over, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. His hand reached through and grabbed her arm, releasing her safety position and dragged her over to a small closet. He pulled open the door and gave her a shove. The closet was empty except for a hoover and broom.

“Hey!’ She argued.

“You’re going to stay in there and think about what you’ve done” and with that the door shut firmly, a lock clicking.

“Hey, let me out… what the fuck” She kicked the door, slammed at it, punched it. How dare he lock her in the closet. It was dim but not completely dark and barely much room for her to move. Violet smacked her body against it hoping it might break but her size and strength compared to the doors was nil. She huffed, glaring at the door as if she was glaring at Max. Why would he do that? Locking her in the closet like a naughty child. After five minutes of pounding at the door, she finally gave up and slumped against the wall behind her.

She felt like a child being punished. Never had she experienced something like this. Growing up with no parents, the orphanage didn’t care too much to discipline the children or care enough to have them learn from their mistakes. But Max was different. It was as if he was punishing her, punishing her for disobeying him. It was like her being put on the naughty step except she was in the closet. She did disobey him, going out when he told her to stay put and read. She didn’t quite get it. But sitting in the dimly lit room made her realise he wasn’t joking around when he said she will do as she was told.

Violet hadn’t been given any discipline in her whole life. She was free to do what she wanted as she pleased and never face the consequences. But now she was. She was in charge of her life since she moved to the orphanage. But now, Max was in charge. He called the shots, and he decided what she could and couldn’t do. And there was a tiny part inside her that was like that. Free from responsibility, from making decisions. Someone to look after her… like a father would. She sighed and stared forward, calm and quiet.

It wasn’t long after when she heard his footsteps coming to the closest and she stood quickly, waiting as he unlocked the door slowly and pulled back the door, the bright lights of the apartment blinding her. Max stood tall and proud, staring down at her as she stared timidly up at him.

“Do you have anything to say?” he said softly and Violet took a deep breath. She had never apologised for anything, never backed down and showed weakness.

“I’m sorry I disobeyed you” she murmured and Max stared for a moment studying her before he released a smile.

“Are you going to do as you are told?” he asked, raising a brow and she nodded.

“Good girl” he whispered. What he did next shocked Violet to her core. He pulled her out of the closet into his arms, hugging her softly and tightly, resting his chin on her head. Violet went rigged for a moment. She hadn’t been hugged like this, ever. Never felt the touch of someone so lovingly and caring. His hand came up and stroked her hair, pushing her face further into his warm chest and Violet sucked in a breath. A warm feeling radiated in her body and she pushed closer into his body heat. Max felt her arms move to wrap around his waist and hug him back and he smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and Violet closed her eyes, relaxing.

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