This Just Makes Me Wanna Write Something 😩

OKAY sooo!!

May i request a romantic Jax x fem reader, where the reader is a HOTTIE. like baddie vibes LMAO. Instead of a toy ish them to her new body, she got granted with a Jessica rabbit type of body. And lowk Jax is down BADDD. LIKE he melts like putty around her :((

Jax x really pretty!reader !

Debated on if I should do a second request and decided to knock this one out rq!! Typing this up on mobile while I'm trying to stay awake <|3

Okokokok so

Cartoon world physics

He probably makes heart eyes at you, like, his pupils go from being rectangular to being hearts yk

I think he also subconsciously stamps his foot when you flirt with him

I think he also does that when hes mad but that's a general hc, yk, like how bunnies stamp their feet irl

Do NOT grab his chin and make him look at you he WILL explode!!!

Honestly seeing his ego and confidence and "I don't care" attitude just

Disappear

Is a weird sight

But jax is just absolutely smitten with you

His ears probably droop or even curl into a heart shape

Thinks

Yk the dumb mumble characters do when they're deeply in love and swooning over the pretty person, like their words are a bit slurred? Jax would do that, I think.. all sheepish, you know?

I think sheepish is the word??

Waaaay too eager to anything you ask him to do, its actually kind of out of character for him since usually he would pull the malicious incompetence thing

Batman is a bisexuality disaster and all his kids know this and tease them on it, thinking theirs no way they'd fall for Mr. Bisaster's footsteps. Jokes on them... Damian, Tim, and Jason did not expect to meet the Fentons Siblings.

That is not being a bi disaster. It's just a strength kink.

Give any bat someone who can lift them without effort and you give them a minor *error reboot* moment!

Dick is laughing his ass off at them though. They teased him about red heads, and they ALL fall for a set of siblings?

I love a character raised to be a weapon as much as the next guy. But what really gets me is a character raised to be a shield. Who can’t fathom being needed—or even being wanted— beyond keeping others safe. Who believe they are alive only to insure someone doesn’t die. no matter the cost. Characters who self-sacrifice not because they think they deserve it, but because no one else does deserve it, and it’s their job to protect.

Characters who’ve been told that’s why your important. Your worth something because this other person/ thing is important, and you are here solely to keep them safe.

Bonus points if it’s not a legitimate job they’ve been given. Maybe at one point it was, but now that they are free from it, they haven’t given up that mentality. No one is forcing or asking them to do this, but they need to. They need to in order to be deserving.

Yikity yeet ive stolen your sheet(shit)

Holy shit 4 years across many throwaway blogs I've searched and I've finally found it!

what if we took the kid from this post …

AND GAVE HIM THE BACKGROUND/PERSONALITY OF THIS POST

AND MAYBE WE CALL HIM GREG OR SOMETHING.

Shit the Sims are becoming aware!! Quick trap em' in the pool

useless ray of goddamn sunshine

Woahhhh nice doodles! also congrats on passing the permit test.

It’s my 16th birthday today 🤞🤞 Finally caught up with all friends

Here’s some of my personal favorite drawings I made (notice how half are doodles)

I am sick, dizzy, and can barely think but you know what would be WILD?

If the DC universe was an echo of Danny’s world. What if the continents of their planet shifted enough where Amity is now in New Jersey and had then become Gotham.

And when Danny died underneath the portal a part of his death fractured and imprinted itself into those various worlds. One of them being Gotham, where Danny’s home ironically used to be where Wayne Manor used to be.

So just imagine it, you’re coming back from patrol, grimy, sweaty, and with questionable intentions by dressing as an overgrown bat when suddenly the lights dim. It dims and brings darkness, only enough light to catch the beady marble eyes of the bats you fear.

And then electricity jumps in the middle of the room, flinging itself around like an agitated snake in wide open circles.

Everyone is backing away, some weary, some cursing, some just half way out of their own suit.

And then a child — barely as old as your youngest now, flickers to life before you, screaming and screaming, wailing in pain as the scent of burning flesh mingles into the air. You can see the boy, black hair and blue eyes that underneath the bright light that burns them is causing black to turn white, and blue to turn green.

The electricity crackles and when the boy is about the drop, limp, certainly lifeless, he vanishes as if nothing had ever been there.

But he comes back, he always comes back, in the moment of calm and in the moment of despair, echoing that painful wailing of death.

It’s so wrong.

It’s very, very wrong.

It didn’t even matter anymore why the boy showed up, only that this moment of pain continues to haunt the cave of heroes.

Continuously haunting, even as some whispered apologizes when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as some provided songs of comfort when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as stories of Gotham are told and promises (though uncertain and flimsy at best) are spoken to the wailing boy who always drops fast and disappears just as quickly.

Always, it was the same.

Until one day it wasn’t.

The electricity crackled like it always did. A spark, and then a calamity of light. And the boy would be there, uncurling himself into a tense position as he would wail.

But not this time.

Instead the boy curled himself in the air, calm as can be, almost as if he were sleeping. Even the electricity that they have learned to dance away from was calm, gentle, like ocean waves.

And when the electricity vanished, the boy did not, instead dropping to the floor where Dick was quick to catch him, grunting in preparation of weight only to show alarm at how thin the boy truly was.

On that face that has haunted them all for months is just a boy, sleeping, and scarred. A boy breathing very slow, slower than what they would like, but here in the physical realm with them.

Dick brushed back bangs of black hair, and slowly, ever so slowly, glazed blue eyes stared back.