High Ponytail Diluc!

When he wakes up in the morning from nightmares or dreams that frighten him, he sees you. Either awake, candlelight illuminating your familiar features as you read, or snuggled beside him. Damian readjusts his hold on you gingerly, a small smile growing as you cuddle into him unknowingly. There are times that he worries that he may break you. A clawed grasp on his past may extend to you, and he fears that one day, all the patience you’ve shown him will dwindle. He’s like a cat in that way. Even when cornered, he’s instance to attack, claws sharpened, lips curled into a sneer, to hide what he thinks is scarred, ugly, and undeserving. But somehow, you make him retract those fears, heart softening, touch, soft. You make him want to bend to your every whim, you make him soft. You see every part of him he thinks is flawed. You always manage to make him feel that he is indeed worth it. >> One more from the daydreams! My main's too empty, do as you will with this blurb, *tips hat* >> 🐈

anon .anon baby. please. what is ur @ idc if u send it to me on anon please can we be moots please please please please please please

Damian waking up from a nightmare as you unknowingly squeeze him and ground him from his fears? That he's reminded that he's in the same room as you and is safe? I would explode personally

438 words, pining idiots to slightly less idiots. Dick doesn’t know how to tell you, the person he does patrol with, the girl he’s grown from sidekick to solo hero with, that he kind of, actually, loves you. So, when he finally considers the idea of confessing, he’s a nervous wreck, and you become a nervous wreck by extension. >> No names mentioned, just soft nickname variations of 'star'. Open ending (?)?? You tell me how you want it, and I'll continue.

There’s something about how you ground him in fights. Soft tap on his shoulder as you take out a sharpshooter about to take aim. You may be wearing gloves, but it’s still your signature warmth. You know each other better than you know yourselves. So much so, that he knows all your tells and you know his.

He knows of the rare times when you need to fall to your knees and cry. You know when leadership takes its toll on him, weariness hidden behind a facade of confidence and smiles. Tonight's not much different. It's one of those strenuous patrol nights with Dick. You can tell he’s worried about something as you handcuff another pickpocket to a lamppost, eyebrows furrowing as he fiddles with his escrima sticks.

You give him a silent look, your own eyebrows raising as you stand and face him. Oh. You know that look. “Talk to me.” You plead quietly. This may be the one thing that breaks that small daydream you've had since your teenage years. That dream where you both are together.

But dreams, as you've long accepted, are still dreams. You can settle for loving him from afar. And either ways, why ruin a perfectly good dynamic? “You know I couldn’t tell you. It’d make things awkward, star.” It’s always been this way, cat and mouse, kitten and robin, whatever you want to label it.

It’s been a game of chicken, awkwardly, tooth-rotting sweet actions and words. Until one of you decides to back away. Childish squabbles have always ended with picnicking over the rooftops of Wayne Manor, a game of how to admire the view.

The familiar nickname flows from his lips, coined after your first meeting, a shooting star lighting the rooftop when you first met. It’s softer this time though. Almost gingerly said, as if he himself is unsure of his next steps. Unusual with the charming and coy boy wonder you’ve grown up with. You hum, letting it slide as you notice the sky breaking in hues of the rosy oranges and pinks. A giveaway that your nightly patrol is up. "Tell me when you can, 'kay?" You pause, tacking on carefully as you walk past him, hand on his shoulder. "I'm always here to listen, boy wonder." He simply smiles, and even if you can't see his eyes, you know that the blues of his irises are smiling with it. It's real and genuine, and it makes you feel at ease like it's always been.

"I will. See you soon, star?" He questions, a hopeful smile working its way onto both of your expressions. "Always." >> This is what happens when I get 30 minutes of a good nap accompanied by a craving to see open endings. Additionally, this is a reworked version of the asks I've sent @idyllcy. I'm still so sorry for the inbox spam WHAHAHA. Thank you as always, hope you enjoy! 💙

THE GORGE (2025) dir. Scott Derrickson

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This is a new section to my new intro post, but please be patient with me as I navigate a mix of using tumblr, and burnout.

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P.S. I’m forever in love with songfics, and usually write with a song or three in mind. If you ever want to know those songs, let me know and I’ll gladly yap about them.

Looking for something specific? I’ve written for Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Jaime Reyes, and more recently, Logan Sargeant.

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Logan Sargeant:

Angst; based on @/disneyprincemuke’s writing

↳ Part 1 / Part 2

Fluff; Fourth of July with Logan

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Pining idiots; Part 1

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