writings-of-a-confused-girl

[writings-of-a-confused-girl]

Dear Writers

Okay I saw part of this question going around, and I think a poll might be easier, but also I was ridiculously curious about whether writing linearly or not affects the outcome of single vs multi docs, as well as

[writings-of-a-confused-girl]

[writings-of-a-confused-girl]

Arcane Masterlist

Please read my rules before reading anything else! I write a mix between Y/N imagines and my own OCs. Mostly the incorrect quotes will have Y/N in them, unless I have a well thought out OC for the fandom. I will specify in the imagines if my OC or Y/N will be involved. If the links are not working on mobile, please let me know. Thanks! Enjoy! And bye for now!

Masterlist | Rules

Incorrect Quotes Same Fear

#Arcane

[writings-of-a-confused-girl]

Lego Ninjago Masterlist

Please be aware of my rules before reading anything, thanks! Also, if the links don’t work on mobile, please let me know! Enjoy! 

Masterlist | Rules

Incorrect Quotes  Movie Theater Popcorn

#lego ninjago

[writings-of-a-confused-girl]

Movie Theater Popcorn

(Yes it’s based off of that one tik tok sound, and I say tik tok sound bc I don’t know where the sound is from as in who’s speaking)

Nya: Alright important question for our relationship. When you go to the movie theater, do you ask for extra butter, or regualr butter, or no butter?

Jay, excitedly: I put skittles - not skittles - M&Ms with the popcorn!

Nya: Mm alright, I’m gonna remove Jay from this call. 

Jay: Hold on, Nya, ple-

...

Zane, Cole, and Kia: [laughing]

Cole: You didn’t give mans the chance to explain himself!

Zane and Kai: [still lauging]

Cole: At my movie theater when you get your popcorn, there’s like a thing on the side where you can add your own butter.

Kai: Bro! My movie theater took that away!

Zane: I wonder why?

Nya: Yeah, they were like ‘Oh, here comes Kai again!’

[Everyone laughs] 

#I'm at like season 3 or 4 #whenever cole and jay are fighting over nya and she can't choose between them #i orignally had this be a conversation between the og 4 but thought adding nya would be funnier #besides it made sense for her to be asking about adding butter to the popcorn since she and kai couldnt do it themselves at their theater #and then of course she gets to mock her brother at the end #ninjago #lego ninjago #kai #nya #jay #cole #zane #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #ninjago zane #oh i also changed a few words to make it fit obvisouly

[writings-of-a-confused-girl]

Witch Hats

Minty Magic Store on Etsy

[writings-of-a-confused-girl]

Same Fear

Ok so this is based off of this headcanon about Jayce being scared of cockroaches and Victor being scared of moths that’s been living in my head rent free, and my room bc that’s just how I imagined it. I’ll try to be as vague as possible.

I also can’t remember who had the idea of Jayce being scared of cockroaches and Viktor moths, but if anyone knows pls tag them! I’ll try to find them as well. But yeah Jayce is scared of cockroaches in this

Y/N, sitting on the floor of their messy room, while their phone is charging, and sees a cockroach: !!!

Y/N, scrambles up the ladder to their loft bed, leaving their phone behind and still plugged in to the charger.

Y/N: Jayce! JAYCE!!!

Jayce, a little annoyed: What? What is it?

Y/N from atop their loft bed, looking at the floor and not him: I need you to do two things. One, grab my phone, and two, come up here.

Jayce unplugging the phone: Ok??? But why can’t I just hand you the phone??

Y/N: Because it’s important for you to sit up here. Like now.

Jayce; thinking this is another one of Y/N’s shenanigans Y/N, I -

Y/N: Climb the stairs, Jayce.

Jayce sighing and rolling his eyes: Fine.

Jayce, now on the loft bed with Y/N: Ok, now what? Why do I need to be up here?

Y/N, calmly: I saw a cockroach on the floor.

Jayce, panicking : WHAT!? WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME!?

Y/N, matching his panic: BECAUSE THEN YOU WOULDNT HAVE GOTTEN MY PHONE!

Jayce: DAMN RIGHT I WOULDNT HAVE! I DONT WANT TO DIE!

Y/N: I TOLD YOU TO CLIMB!

More panic arguing ensues.

#Viktor doesn’t realize even realize Y/N and Jayce aren’t at the lab #which is weird #bc now the lab is finally quiet #arcane #incorrect arcane quotes #jayce talis #viktor #yes I thought of this while sitting on the floor in my messy room while my phone was charging #I heard a rustle in the mess next me and thought it was a cockroach

[writings-of-a-confused-girl]

[writings-of-a-confused-girl]

[2 a.m. in Wayne Manor]

Jason, throwing open Tim’s door and skidding into the room in pajamas and bare feet, breathless: TIM

Tim, rocketing upright with massive bed head, blinking in confusion but ready to Fight: WHAT, WHAT

Jason: do you think. do you think you could hula hoop and skateboard at the same time.

[several seconds of silence. Tim blinks.]

Tim, out of bed and sprinting for the door, Jason hot on his heels: you’d better record this or I’m making you eat all my green vegetables for the next week

Jason: I’ve already got three GoPros ready, who do you think I am

Tim: dude.

Jason: dude!

Tim: this is gonna be SICK. how do you even come up with these things. we gotta get Dick in on this, let’s go, I’ve already got my board in the foyer he can meet us there

Bruce, elsewhere in the manor, blinking awake from a deep sleep: my dumb & dumber senses...they tingle. WHICH children is it tonight. who has woken up with a stupid idea this time and how much property damage is it gonna cause before sunrise. and how much is one of my children gonna sell the footage to Buzzfeed for tomorrow in a flagrant breach of literally every privacy measure we have in place. These are life’s real questions and I have no answers. but I know when it’s time to ask them.

#batfam #tim drake #jason todd #dc #not mine

[writings-of-a-confused-girl]

To Be A Robin

[the batboys +steph bc she too was a robin, arguing about what it takes to be a Robin. You’ve seen the fanfics and other incorrect quotes.]

Duke, at the opposite end of the table watching the dinner turned show: I’m so glad I’m not a Robin

Y/N, sitting between him and Dick: Oof. Don’t let them hear you. They’ll suddenly turn on you and you don’t want to be on that end. There are only 3 people who can survive that.

Duke: Who?

Cass, sitting on the other side of Duke: Me.

Barbara, sitting across from Cass: Me.

Y/N: And Alfred respectfully, of course.

Duke: They all turned on Alfred and survived?

Barbara: Only because it was an accident. Plus they immediately stopped arguing once they realized what they did.

[the argument between the Robins is getting heated]

Y/N: Dick cried before restocking the entire kitchen for him and replacing anything old or broken.

Barbara: Tim washed all of his coffee mugs and cleaned the kitchen.

Cass: I caught Jason doing the dishes. He snuck in every night.

[Jason’s chair has tipped over from him standing up so abruptly. In fact they’re all standing now, and accusing/reminding everyone what each of them as done as Robin.]

Y/N: And he got Alfred a collectors edition of every Shakespeare book.

Y/N: And Damien followed Alfred around, not allowing him to do anything. It got to the point where Alfred had to tell him to stop.

Duke: Wow.

Y/N, standing up: Anywho, I’m about to end all of this. [to the boys] You’re all wrong.

[the Robins all looked at Y/N frozen in a middle of a dog pile fight. You’ve seen cartoons (and the webtoon)]

Jason, with Tim in a choke hold: Uh, excuse me?

Y/N: You’re all. Wrong.

Tim, sarcastically, now chilling with Jason’s arm around his neck: Uh and how would you know? You’re were never a Robin.

Y/N: True true but I Timmed my way into having a vast knowledge of you all-

Tim, in the background: Did you just use my name as a verb?

Steph: [snickers]

Y/N, ignoring him: - cause ya know [points thumbs at themself] big fan from another dimension. Kind my whole life. My comfort characters.

Y/N: Anywho, as I was saying, to be a Robin you have to be ready to throw hands 24/7.

[All the Robins letting go of each other, sitting back down at the table (and picking up the fallen chair, grumbling some variation of ‘Yeah, you’re right,’ ‘True,’ ‘I’m down to get into a fight,’ and casually going back to eating dinner as if nothing happened]

A/N: Yes, I reference John Mulaney. I often do that. Reference people and stuff. I’m fluent in it. Oh and I also reference the webtoon comic. I love that comic.

#me: I have never met a Robin who wasn’t ready to throw hands especially at Batman or for his defense #Bruce: please don’t remind me #yes #he was there the entire time #just trying to enjoy his meal #and yes Barbara had to be there too #batfam #incorrect batfam quotes #duke thomas #cassandra cain #barbra gordon #Stephanie brown #dick grayson #Jason Todd #Tim drake #damian wayne #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth

[writings-of-a-confused-girl]

you only gave us rights because we gave you riots. 2021 pride.

[writings-of-a-confused-girl]

lonely without you

PLATONIC JASON TODD x READER

late-night writing with jason todd as a muse, and voila, here we are, with this dumb lil fic…

anyway, i call this THE SNARKENING™ – that’s it, that’s the relationship between jason and his close friend (you, the reader): just a bunch of snark, between two people who love each other so much that they kinda also can’t stand each other sometimes.

re-uploaded. unedited. but i finally named it, ayyyy~

thank you for reading, loves! xx

The first time Jason fell asleep in your bed, it had been unintentional. His patrols that night had ended in a rain of bullets, and although what blood was shed in that fight wasn’t necessarily his own, the man still had enough bruises and a dislocated shoulder to tire him the hell out. Ignoring your insistent pleas, brushing off the very thought of a hospital, Jason sat on the edge of your bed, and snapped his own damn shoulder back into place.

And then, he was tapped out.

You were left to stew in your puzzlement – how the hell was this guy even real, did that not hurt like shit, and god, how were you two even friends?!

Then, as quiet as possible, you had attempted to pull some blankets out from under him to take to the couch. Although your friendship was long and filled with history enough to write a book on, sleeping in the same bed together wasn’t a norm anymore. Once, when he had lived with Bruce Wayne, there was always enough room in Jason’s bed to fit at least four people, without even topping-and-tailing. On your single bed, one of you were bound to be pushed off sometime in the night. And that was something you did not want to risk.

You were grumbling within a few seconds. Under all that muscle your blankets barely budged. Huffing, you wished the man was still that scrawny kid you remembered from a childhood long gone.

But still, no one could say you weren’t perseverant.

It wasn’t until your tugs became near violent that Jason awoke, turned to look at you with a glare – “Asshole,” you might have said, if he weren’t so injured and fatigued, “this is my bed, not yours remember?” – and tugged the blanket, still gripped tight in your hands, so hard that you toppled over on top of him.

“Stop before I make you stop.” His speech was slurred from sleep. “Go the fuck to sleep, [Y/N].”

You grunted in annoyance now, and shoved him. “That’s what I’m trying to do, Todd. If your heavy ass would just scoot over a little, I could get one of my blankets and finally go to sleep in the living room.”

He seemed to consider you a moment. Blue eyes now dark as he fought to stay awake. Then, he was holding you, almost smothering you to death beneath him as he snuggled you a little too close for comfort.

“Just sleep here, dumbass.”

He was already almost drifting back to sleep. An awful predicament when you could barely breathe under his weight.

“The hell, Jay! Get off!”

He chuckled, amused; you would have hit him if you could move your arms.

“Go to sleep, [Y/L/N].” And like that, he was gone again.

You glared up at the ceiling. Great, you thought. Now I’ll get no sleep at all.

He started coming to your apartment more often after that night. Even without bruises, cuts, bullet wounds – nothing to self-treat while bleeding out in your bathroom as you’d fret with crossed arms in the doorway – he’d show up. Now he’d just climb in through the window with a little, “Sup?”, take off his helmet, and head to your room. “I’m gonna take a nap.” It was so casual that you couldn’t even protest if you wanted.

At first, it kind of irked you. Jason had his quirks that at times frustrated you beyond belief, but only if you were around him for extended periods of time; which, now that he seemed obsessed with your apartment, was suddenly all the time. It was natural between the closest of friends to sometimes hate each other’s guts, after all. Sometimes, he’d even complain that you didn’t have enough security in your place for living alone in Gotham – which only ever led to bickering over the smallest of things, including how he left  spoons in the sink for days without washing them, or how your taste in cereals is just appalling and he hates how you won’t let him cook in your kitchen (“You won’t even clean one spoon, Jay. One spoon. You think I’d let you make a mess of my kitchen? Back off, Todd, I’m not cleaning after you again.”).

Then, you came to accept it. He even started coming back with milk and any other groceries you might text him to pick up along the way. Always climbing in through the window – a tradition he didn’t seem willing to break.

It had been a month and a half since he started sleeping over.

“You have dark circles under your eyes,” he said.

“You pushed me off the bed last night.” You weren’t mad.

Waking up to Jason deep in a nightmare you’d never dare ask him about was too sobering of an experience to ever be upset with him.

You had been to his funeral. Visited his grave often enough for the memory of his death to still feel fresh in your head. But now he was here, sitting on your couch with the building’s stray cat on his chest, not in his coffin – Jason Todd was very much alive, though, perhaps a little beaten and blue.

From the tense shrug of his shoulders you knew he was aware he had been having a nightmare. In fact, he was surprised he hadn’t had one sooner. “Sorry,” he murmured.

The oven was warm when you opened it. Heat spewed forth in a wave and lifted your hair back. Your back was to him when you said, softly, “It’s okay, Jay.”

A beat of silence passed. Then, straightening, you turned to him and smiled, “I’m craving your spaghetti, to be honest…”

Jason understood. He lifted a brow. “Sometimes you don’t even let me use your microwave.”

You shrugged, then pointed a finger at him with narrowed eyes, “We’ll trial this. But if you mess up…”

It was stupid; you, a civilian whose skills with even a knife sometimes proved a failure in the kitchen, could not fight the damn Red Hood and expect to win.

You were smiling even as you said it.

Jason jumped up, cat still in his arms. “Step back. Let the professional show you how it’s done.”

The slap of a wooden spoon against his arm sounded ridiculously loud in the apartment. “Bitch, it’s my kitchen. Don’t make me Gordon Ramsay you.”

“Funny. Gordon Ramsay has big dick energy.”

“And I don’t?”

“Nah.”

He laughed and took the next hit with a grin. “Nice moves, [Y/L/N]. You could make a pretty decent sidekick.”

“Like hell. You’d be my sidekick.” You jumped up on the counter to watch Jason work.

“I’m done being a sidekick,” he mumbled. There was a sudden air about him that screamed of a vulnerability you seldom saw, often covered up by snarky comments and quick humour.

You didn’t dare ask why, or even when he had been a sidekick. Hell, you never even asked him how he came to be the Red Hood when he climbed in through your window that first time. You’d thought he was the strangest (most extra) burglar ever, until he took his helmet off, and even with that grown up face, you still recognised his blue eyes. Even as children you swore he was keeping secrets from you. Back then, you had asked and asked and asked, and had come to learn that, sometimes, the truth was just out of reach, and you’d have to wait for it – even if it meant waiting a long time.

So, you punched his arm lightly, smiled when he absently pulled the material of your pyjama bottoms at your knee, and said gently, “Yeah. That’s fine. You’d make a hell of an annoying sidekick, anyway.”

It took a while, but, finally, he smiled – though, it was more of a scoff. “You’d be lucky to have me.”

It became such an integral part of your life – having him around – that when he stopped coming, it was odd. His absence stuck out like a sore thumb. The bed had too much room all of a sudden. Spooning out peanut butter became such a lonely memory that you started eating it from a butter knife instead (sometimes chucking it down into the sink to clean later, and grumbling that Jason Todd had become a bad influence). Without him, even the cat stopped visiting your fire escape.

Having to get your own milk became such an irritating chore when you’d gotten so used to Jason getting it for you. The TV at the counter was tuned in to the news whenever you’d visit the store, and all the fresh crap about drug-lords and gun dealers, vigilantes and captured Arkham inmates had you biting your nails in apprehension when you’d go to pay. Jason hadn’t turned up in so long that sometimes you worried he was… gone. Again.

That night, when you grabbed milk and bread and the bag of spicy chips Jason had made you obsessed with, the woman at the register seemed nervous.

“You all right?” Concerned, you watched her gaze dart to the TV screen.

“I’m fine, dear.” She wasn’t, but you didn’t push. She adjusted her glasses on her nose as she waited for you to scan your card. “I’m fine. But it’s just…”

You glanced up, and she gestured to the screen. ESCAPED ARKHAM INMATE. REPORTS SUGGEST IT IS THE JOKER.

“Fuck.”

That was not good news. He was the maddest of the mad, the very manifestation of chaos.

“I’d call it an early night, ma’am. Just in case.”

She was nodding. It didn’t take much convincing for her to close up. You walked out together, and you watched her lock the door before running home.

You were in bed scrolling through your phone when the first thud came from the living room. Holding your breath, you listened close. Again, another thud. You were dialling 911, just in case, when the door to your bedroom creaked open, and you screamed, the sound causing the figure in the doorway to flinch and drop a red object to the floor.

“Shit, [Y/N], do I really look that bad?” Jason trudged inside, feet heavy in each step towards your bed. He flopped down beside you. “I’m gonna take a nap, okay?”

“It’s eleven.”

“An extended nap.”

“So like… sleep?”

Jason grunted. You noticed there was an ugly bruise forming fresh on his cheekbone. You frowned at it.

“Anything dislocated tonight? Broken? Cut?”

He let out a breath. “I think a rib is broken. Maybe two.”

“Jay, what the fu—”

He slapped his hand blindly over your mouth – it hit your nose more, a finger almost poking into your eye. “Ssh. God your voice is annoying sometimes. I’ll go see Alfred tomorrow, [Y/N]. If it makes you shut up, I promise I will. Now… go the fuck to sleep.”

Your arguments died on your tongue at the relaxation of his facial muscles, each tense pull slipping away, until he looked as if he were in a state of peace. It felt wrong to stress him out any more. You quieted even the question of why he would go see Alfred, his childhood guardian’s butler of all people, to tend to his wounds. But when you tugged at the blanket beneath him, he opened an eye, and frowned at you.

“The couch is uncomfortable, [Y/N]. Trust me, I know.”

You huffed, tugged harder. “I’m… trying… to tuck you… in.”

He lifted himself up so suddenly that you fell backwards off the bed. His chuckles would have irked you if you honestly hadn’t missed him so damn much.

“Screw you, Todd.” But still, you got up and threw the blanket over him. “Where’d you get the shiner, by the way?”

You noticed his jaw clench. “Batman.”

You froze. “Huh? Jesus, what did you do?”

“I tried to kill The Joker.”

You relaxed, but only a little. “Oh. I see.”

“You’re not mad? Uncomfortable? You’re not afraid of me?”

“Nah…” Crawling in beside him, you began to tuck him in. “I know well enough the hell you get caught up in as a vigilante. That Bat-guy doesn’t use guns. But you do, Jay. So, I kinda knew…”

Jason went quiet under the blanket. His hair was so dark that it painted the white of your pillow. When his eyes creased in thought, it reminded you of childhood sleepovers at Wayne Manor, when he’d think so hard sometimes while in bed talking that you’d sometimes lose him for a couple of minutes to his head. He shifted, then pushed the blanket down to his waist, armour still on, gun holstered at his side.

“There’s a lot, [Y/N], so much to tell you. So much that you don’t know. That I’ve hid from you.”

You’d waited. All those years you had waited for this moment – for your best friend to confide in you, to unburden himself of some of his pain, to truly trust you. It had finally come to that.

You pulled the blanket back up to his face. His words were muffled when you hugged his head (A mumble – “Your soap smells nice.”; “It’s new. You can use it next time.”), careful not to disturb any broken ribs.

“Sleep,” you said. “There’s time for that later, Jay. For now, sleep, you dumbass.”

my love for jason todd knows no bounds and i could honestly have gone on and on and on. but, it’s time for nap-nap everyone. goodnight~

might edit sometime. stay tuned :)

#dc #jason todd #red hood #imagine #imagines #one-shot #dc imagine #dc imagines #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #not mine

[writings-of-a-confused-girl]

Remus: so the hairdresser shows up at noon tomorrow

Sirius: great and while you do that I'll check on the ring bear

Remus: I'm sorry you're saying ring bear-ER right

Sirius:

Remus: I need you to look into my eyes and say 'I promise I'm not bringing a dangerous wild animal to our wedding'

#sirius black #remus lupin #moony #padfoot #wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #moony x padfoot #padfoot x moony #harry potter #not mine

[writings-of-a-confused-girl]

Luna Lovegood Headcannons ft Remus Lupin

Luna is only in her second year when Professor Lupin comes to the castle

She’s incredibly lonely and finds solace in learning, reading every book in the library

And then there’s Remus Lupin who indulges her outlandish tales and asks questions and doesn’t judge her for a moment

And suddenly she’s stopping by at the end of each day to discuss some new creature she’s read about or dropping off a new edition of the Quibbler

He is the coolest person she thinks she has ever met

And the kindest

And for a year, she’s not so alone

She has a friend

And perhaps he sees a bit of himself in her

He would have been just like her if James, Sirius and Peter hadn’t wrangled him into their group

He shares a bit of his time with those boys and all the good times they shared within the castle walls

Through these stories, and his monthly absences, she figures out his “furry little problem” quite quickly, but never brings it up or alludes to the fact that she does

There’s no reason to, it just helps her understand him a bit more

She simply hides all of her silver jewelry away and doesn’t touch it for the rest of the year

She actually never really wears silver jewelry again, just out of habit, and it always makes her think of him when she sees it in stores

It crushes her when he’s forced to resign at the end of that year and she makes him swear he’ll write to her whenever he can

And he does

And for the a while, she writes to him way too much

He never expresses annoyance

Then she becomes friends with Ginny and Neville, and later Harry Potter and the letters exchange much less frequently, but finally for a good reason

When the second war begins to truly involve Harry and co., Luna is brought along to Grimmauld Place

Where Remus Lupin and Sirius Black are

A Sirius Black she has heard about from to A to Z, just... not by name

But she’s so incredibly astute, she figures that one out in two minutes flat too

Of course she doesn’t believe a word of the Prophet, she instead takes Remus’ every word for fact and accepts Sirius as innocent

But as is to be expected, she does not get along well with Sirius at her 16 years old

He doesn’t have even an ounce of Remus’ patience and is quick to negate her claims on creatures and conspiracies

But upon that first time being in headquarters, she lets herself tear up in Professor Lupin’s embrace, reunited with the teacher who truly changed her life and made her first good memories at Hogwarts

A bit of a father/daughter bond

Over that next year or so, she watches him happy and healthy with Sirius and then...

Utterly destroyed

She watches as he’s sent to spy on the Werewolves and stays a shell of himself

Never quite recovering, just trying to mask his pain and put on a good face for the kids

The kids that he has to watch repeat history, and are somehow younger than he was when the first war took place

So while Luna is back at Hogwarts, she writes to him frequently again, just to reassure him that they’re all still alive. They’re fighting each day, but they’re relatively okay

She hopes it eases his mind

She thinks it does

When the Battle of Hogwarts inevitably comes, she never gets to say goodbye

She finds that to be okay in her mind, their goodbye came in the form of exchanging “be safe” at the beginning of the end

She doesn’t dare look when the night settles and comes to a whisper of victory

She tucks that grief away and let’s it come to her in due time

She speaks the longest at his funeral, as every other one of his closest friends have gone on ahead of him

Luna is left to tell his story and remember him and the stories of his glory days, lived long before she came along to know him

She feels as if she was there too from the way he had told them to her

And the bits Sirius had filled in for her

She never forgets Remus Lupin

The first person, outside of her parents, to accept and encourage her

#don’t make this a ship thing #or else #no remadora either #this is wolfstar canon #luna lovegood #remus lupin #harry potter #headcannon #fic #list #not mine

[writings-of-a-confused-girl]

Remus: can I be frank with you guys?

James: I don’t see how changing your name is going to help

Peter: can I still be Peter?

Sirius: shh, let Frank speak

Remus:

#james potter #incorrect marauders quotes #marauders era #sirius black #marauders #sirius orion black #wolfstar #remus lupin #james & peter & remus & sirius #james fleamont potter #not my quote

[writings-of-a-confused-girl]

Harry: Remus! My favorite dad. You look so young!

Remus: What do you want?

Harry: A new racing broom.

Remus: How young?

Harry: 29

Remus:

Remus: Go get Sirius’s wallet.

[writings-of-a-confused-girl]

*on a nature hike*

Lily: It’s beautiful out here

Remus: And quiet

Lily: too quiet

Remus: Did we lose someone

*cut to James and Sirius trying to befriend a bear*