When People Complain About Slowburns

There is no absolute way he is that big! ⚡🦇 Absolute Batman & Flash

While Bruce is a tankiest of the League, Wally is the smallest of the all.

Wally’s Favorite 2

Nightwing: *walks in as Batman and with a new Robin-its Damian. Damian is the new Robin.*

Tim: *in shock and heartbroken* You didn’t even ask me…

Wally: *twitches* Kids bed. Now. I want to talk to your brother.

Nightwing: *flinches in fear* No kids, stay. Please stay.

Wally: *points to the stairs leading back up to the mantion* Go. Go!

Nightwing: *starting to panic* Stay. Stay!

Wally: Now! *starting to get angry*

Nightwing: *knowing this is going to end badly without any witnesses.* Cass, don’t move!

Cass: *looks between the two, shifting feet*

Wally: You go!

Nightwing: *grasping straws* Jason, stay!

Jason: *having a blast, snorts and slowly backs away with Tim*

Wally: *near the end of his rope* Get out of here!

Nightwing: *full panic mode* Don’t leave me!

Wally: You get out of here! *left angry behind and how is furious*

Steph: *is sending Barbara a text while cackling as she drag the newest bird out with everyone* Come on guys. Momma’s gonna beat dad’s ass.

Wally: *lets out a snarl once everyone is gone* RICHARD JOHN GREYSON!

Nightwing: *shrieks in fear*

Barbara: *is recording from the safety of her nest*

Wally’s Favorite

Wally & Alfred: *exchanging stories, going over mission reports and how much medical supplies is use by the Bat Family*

Bat Fam: *enters the Bat Cave, taking off their mask with verity of wounds. From a large gash on Jason’s chest to Cass’s broken nose*

Wally: *lets out a loud scandalous gasp* My baby!

Tim: *with only a tiny scrap on his chin, lets out a squeak as Wally picks him up and carries him away*

Bat Fam: *Blinks in confusion*

Jason: *looks at Cass* You see me?

Cass: *nods*

Jason: *looks at Steph* Can you see me?

Steph: Hell yeah, I can see you.

Damian: *looks at his competition in tired disgust before running after Wally and Tim* Wait West, I require medical assistance! My arm has been broken!

Dick: *stands frozen next to Batman* ….I thought I was the favorite?

Alfred: *raises a brow elegantly* My apologies young Master Richard but since when?

Dazatsu Month Day 10 and 26 WIP

~.~4 years ago~.~

“Then who the hell is this?”

Dazai Osamu felt as if the world was coming down on him when he looked at body that was not Dostoevsky Fyodor. It was nothing but some dried up mummy of a man that had no defining features. An urge to throw himself onto the ground (this time not out of worried confusion) and roll around until the dirt scrap every inch of his skin off. He wants to grip his greasy, dark, wavy brown hair tightly in his hands and pulled and pull and pull. Pull so hard that it lend to his scalp bleeding from the force.

“During the prison break race….Dostoevsky was frantic.”

Atsushi was in danger.

“He was frantic…because death at my hand or by poison wouldn’t do. What he needed was to be killed by a vampire.”

He was in danger and Dazai was stuck here in Meursault.

The agency was without its dagger in the shadows.

Letting out a snarl, the rust brown eyed man pivoted on his broken leg and ran back into the building. Ignoring the knives carving themselves into his legs.

”Oi! Mackerel! What the face?!” Chuuya barked like the dog in his ear. “Dazai!”

”He’s not dead!” The said man gritted through clenched teeth to stop from shrieking like a banshee. “His ability! We were wrong! I was wrong!”

Those words felt as if he failed. As if all the energy, sweat, and blood he put into his plan meant nothing. Chuuya could be heard stomping right behind him, cursing a storm. From the corner of his eyes, he watched as the shorter scoop up the sleeping Sigma and chased after him. Dazai close his eyes tightly in gratitude that his old partner followed without a second thought. Reopening his eyes, he pushed himself harder to get to the control room.

He had to get in contact with Ango Sakaguchi as fast as he could. Atsushi’s time was running out. Who knew what was happening all this time he was just lying on the ground. Every minute he does nothing was a minute that his best friend loses. A lost minute that his Atsushi gets closer to wha that fucker has planned.

Bump

Thump

Pain shot throughout his body making him gasp and stumble. It was like he was being shot at. Another wave crashed into him as if Kenji struck him full power. It was far worst then a gunshot as he fell to his knees. Chuuya skid to a stop with a shout. Pain clawed its way into him as if it was a tiger mauling its teeth into the soft belly of its prey. He vomited up what little dinner he had eaten earlier as he tried digging his fingers into white tiles.

“Son of a bitch.” The orange lovelock haired man cursed as he put his cargo on the ground. He raced towards the pain-in his ass of an ex-partner, worry sketching itself on to his face. “You took the antidote right? Hey shithead! Did you take the antidote?”

Practically coughing up a lung, all Dazai could do was nod his head. He wanted to snark at the idiotic slug because he was there when the ex-demon stabbed the needle into his skin. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. He thought as he grabbed his throat and started to rake his short nails into skin wasn’t covered by bandages. This cause the other to freak and try to pull his hands away.

Watery Rust brown eyes peered deep into wide bight ocean blue eyes. (He could see hint of green swirling around like a full moon tidal wave. For a moment he couldn’t help but wish that his personal little moonlight that is his sweet little Atsushi, would never meet the tsunami that is Chuuya Nakahara. Only to remember that they had met and both could never look away from each other. As if they were the moon and sea locked in a dance no human should witness. Dazai had never once felt the need to raze the city to the ground until the day he found them trapped in the elevator.)

“Osamu!”

The world went black.

,,,,,, so yknow how kageyama sucks at compliments,,,, and hinata thrives off praise and often looks for his approval,,,,, which leads to a lot of funny haha moments but like. what if,,, what if it actually became a problem at some point ,,,, like one day, for some reason, hinata's mood & energy at practice starts getting lower each day. and he seems uneasy & stuff. and the guys start to notice its worse when he's around kageyama, so they ask if something's going on between them and Kageyama's like "of course not lmao everythings fine what r yall on about". until at some point it gets too much and hinata ends up telling him he thought the reason kageyama never complimented his abilities was bc he thought hinata sucked and was gonna drop him. which leads to an Emotional Team Speech and to kageyama having to learn how to express himself a bit more explicitly cause apparently calling hinata a dumbass wasn't gonna cut it anymore

(Edit: lmfao i made a fic about it)

I saw a tiktok about Ron yelling at Hermione and embarrassing her in public (he would never), and Draco punching him in the face and I am so. Tired.

Like. We’ve already established that once Ron is committed to his relationship with Hermione, he’s peak husband material. He’s lovely. Househusband extraordinaire. But the idea of Draco Malfoy beating him up???

I like Draco as much as the next person, but we need to acknowledge that he’s a lil bitch. Every time he pisses someone off, he eats shit. Ron beats that twink into the ground on the regular. Come on people, let’s be real.

Samu has a booboo :(

The Golden Light

Suddenly the sound detector picked up on a low frequency. Jamie’s eyes widened. Something was coming directly towards him – and coming fast. “Oh gods, oh gods, uh.” Jamie’s hands fluttered in the air. He wasn’t wearing Frostbiter’s bracelet. He didn’t know whether to reach for his camera, or grab his gear and bolt, or lie down and give up, and his window of opportunity was closing by the second. The entity decided for him, picking up speed as it barrelled straight at him. Camera it was then. If he was going to die, then he would die vindicated.

Carny voice: Get ya OTNWAS Spinoff Ghost-Hunter Jamie one-shot here! We got ya ghost hunting shenanigans, we got ya 18 year old Jamie being a badass, we got ya healthy dose of Hijack. We even got a Percy Jackson-esque fight! But most importantly, we have a story about two big brothers and their little light.

This fic started off jokey-jokey but quickly ran away from me and got really sentimental. And long. I’m happy with how it turned out! I highly recommend that you read OTNWAS ahead of this, but it should be accessible to new readers too! Thank you to @jjackfrost for writing the OG parent fic, beta-ing, and helping patching up that massive plot hole! And a huge thank you to @destinyisagift for your incredible design and headcanons for Jamie’s “Frosbiter” sword!

I posted it up on Ao3— ((there’s now a fic I wrote on my account??))— which I linked in the title or you can click over here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40207104

Have fun!

BSD Headcanons # whatever

Says Fuck but sparingly: Dazai, Jun’ichiro, Ranpo

Says Fuck all the time: Yosano

Has accidentally said Fuck before and regrets it: Kunikida

Has not said Fuck before but can if so desired: Atsushi, Fukuzawa

Has not said Fuck before and refused to say it: Kyoka, Haruno

Legally can not say Fuck: Kenji

Would have said Fuck but died before saying it: Naomi, Katai