Hello! You can call me Hoffman, I'm an autistic writer currently hyperfixated on DC. I'm an avid self-insert fan, so that's about all I'll write on here.
Please note that my attention flips from one fandom to another kinda quickly, and while I hope to stay here and write semi-consistently I definitely can't guarantee anything!! (This is a side blog)
Please also note that I'm very iffy on where I consume my DC content, I've only watched a few of the shows and have only recently started reading the comics (Absolute DC), I apologize if any character is ooc.
My Marvel Rivals blog: @rivalswrites
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Requesting rules and boundaries under the cut!
Basic DNI is applied to all my blogs (pedophilia, beastiality, proshipping, etc.)
This is an open and safe space for queer, neurodivergent, and disabled people, and if any request pertaining to anything of the sorts do get priority in my writing queue. But do keep in mind that if you request something super specific to a disability (physical or mental) I might not get to it right away due to doing research, or not doing it at all because I don't feel like I could properly portray it properly!! I want everyone to be included, but I worry that I'll accidentally mis-write someone's disability and I don't want to do that to any of you!
I am comfortable writing...
x readers (basically all I will be writing)
Queer friendly (trans reader, mlm, wlw, etc.)
Platonic relationships
Semi-suggeative (no actual smut)
Fluff
Angst (though I'm not great)
Canon typical violent
Polyamorous relationships (character x reader x character)
Headcanons, blurbs/images, oneshots
Small descriptions of reader (clothing styles, personality (to an extent), afab/amab/nb, sexuality, going through something, music taste, etc.)
Disabilities
I am not comfortable writing...
Basic no's (pedophilia, rape, abuse, etc.)
Any sort of discrimination against minorities
Yanderes (not usually my cup of tea)
Proposals/weddings (seems weird to say but I've gotten requests for them before and I'm not great at them)
Bringing other fandoms in (ex. Reader who acts like (insert character))
Religion
The Joker (I'm his #1 hater)
Extreme descriptions of Reader (this is a SELF-INSERT blog, no specific descriptive things to change that please (clothing styles okay!))
Extremely suggestive stuff (semi- fine, but I'm not good at it)
I will not be aging younger characters (Damien, Jon, etc.) up EVER, so they will stay platonic if involved in a fic.
Unsurprisingly, Shiptember did not work out LOL. I'll probably just release the fics in a random order whenever I feel like it. Anyways, possible super special once in a lifetime fic releasing tomorrow for October- iykyk?
Shiptember Day 8: Teaching them your favorite hobby
Edward Nygma/The Riddler x reader
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Edward was a man above cooking, he tells you, that a mind like his doesn't belong in the kitchen when it could be used in his laboratory. The truth is that he doesn't have a clue what to do and hides his embarrassment with arrogance.
When you invite him over to your place, he doesn't reply but shows up an hour later anyways. He almost always does this, saying that you should just know when he is and isn't going to accept your offer. He complains when you open the door surprised to see him, like it's common sense to show up unannounced- well, in his case it is.
"Baking? Really?" He side-eyes the ingredients sprawled on your kitchen counter, poking at a bag of apples. "At least these are good." You brush off his comment and pick up the bag of flour.
"I was going to make a pie, care to join?" You ask, ridiculously batting your eyes at him with fake begging. He looks at you as if you told him to never tell a riddle ever again. "Oh please, Eddie? Just this one time, you won't even have to do much." You set the bag of flour down and walk over to him, grabbing his hand to hold. You can see the conflict going on in his mind, slowly he relents and gives out the most dramatic sigh of the month. "Fine, I will help you bake a pie..."
With a hug, which he reciprocates lightly by patting your arm, you get to work. He's put in charge of cutting the apples, which he doesn't complain about since it's better than making the dough- though he takes pauses in between apples to watch as you skillfully make the dough yourself. Yes, he mocks you for not using measuring tools, but to himself he thinks it's slightly cool you can measure just by eyes alone. He'd never say that out loud, especially not to your face.
When you two are done and put it in the oven, he sits himself down on one of your bar stools, laying down on the counter like he just made a house. "I don't know how you do it." He mutters, resting his head on his arms as he watches you rinse the dishes. "It's easy!" You reply, embarrassing him for having you heard what he said, "First I get all the ingredients..." He scoffs at your teasing, pushing off the counter and sitting up.
"I hate you." He groans, twirling the stool around to look over to your living room instead. It's a bit messy, but he doesn't mind, taking the time to memorize things he's seen and new stuff- like the pile of books on your coffee table, that's new, perhaps his habit of reading is rubbing off on you. He chuckles to himself at the thought.
His vision is obscured when you stand right in front of him, arms crossed. "What are you giggling about?" He looks up at you and smiles, "Wouldn't you like to know?" sass dripped from his tone. You hum and lean in, resting your arms around his shoulders and resting your forehead against his. "Keeping secrets, are we? I guess you don't want to try the pie we made together." He gasps and grabs onto your biceps, "You wouldn't." He accuses, narrowing his eyes at you. "I so would." You challenge, pressing a kiss to his lips before standing up once more.
Okay just an update, I'm skipping days 3-6 on Shiptember, just because I couldn't think of anyone/good moments to write about. But after that the next few days are STACKED.
Just a reminder you can recommend characters for undecided days if you want! ❤️
Obviously, Arthur had seen life on land- lived in it at times when he did hero work- but never did he truly get to explore the wonderful world of land-dwellers. So, when presented an opportunity to do so, he gladly took your hand and told you "Lead the way my beloved!"
When you made the offer to take him out to the park- mostly because you needed to walk your dog- you weren't expecting him to be so enthusiastic. The most you would do is sit on the bench while your dog ran around had the time of its life like it's never been outside before.
Nonetheless, Arthur's enthusiasm was appreciated. So you two walked to the park, hand in hand, following your dog by the leash.
Introducing Arthur to your dog was funny- sure he had seen dogs, but never shared a space with one, it was a new and exciting adventure. They got along well enough to where you could leave them in the living room together without worrying about it, Aurthor adored your dog while it tolerated his existence.
He tried to curry favor with your dog by bringing it toys and food, but he didn't have much experience with land animals as he did underwater animals. The connection was there, but very faintly, he couldn't us his powers to control like he could fish or whales. Not that he would!
"So you land dwellers created parks just for your animals to run around? Why not let them out in the city? Surely they'd return home after wearing themselves out, like all loyal pets do." Arthur was still grasping the differences from his home to yours, but he was trying and you appreciated that.
"No, sadly. Usually when pets get free their owners don't see them again..." You looked down at your dog who was running around chasing a butterfly. "It's a sad truth; there's just too many issues with us land dwellers to be as trusting as you Atlanteans are." The leash in your hands felt heavy with the truth, thinking about how you would react if you were to lose your dog in the city; never to see them again.
Arthur set his hand on your shoulder, pulling you into a side hug and resting his head on yours. "I know a sweetheart of a dog who would always come home, even if it took until the end of the world to find you again."
"Oh, J'onn it's gorgeous..." You mutter, looking down the street of Mars. The alien architecture surrounding you along with Martians in their natural form, going about their daily life.
J'onn looks down at you with a smile on his face, gently reaching his arm under yours to wrap around his, intertwining your arms in the most caring way possible. He always loved doing that, one of the few instances where he initiated physical contact. His smooth skin meeting your jacket and brushing against your hand.
"I... Appreciate your compliment of my home." He says, and while his voice is just as stable as ever and his face was stoic you could tell he genuinely felt happy about it. Showing you his home was a very important step in your relationship, by both Human and Martian standards and culture.
It didn't take long for the two of you to start walking down the roads, J'onn pointing out places he remembered visiting when he was younger- translated to human terms such as 'restaurant' and 'theater' because it was the easiest way for him to describe it all. You knew this was hard for him, and so every step of the way you leaned onto his arm more and more- in hopes that you gave him some comfort.
When you stopped at a home, big, empty, and away from most of the city, he lets go of your arm and stares at it. Loneliness filled his mind as he looked at what you assumed was his family home. "J'onn..." You reach for him, resting your hand on his shoulder and grabbing his hand with your other.
"Thank you." His head turns to you, his body following suite, "Your home is beautiful, Mars is beautiful. I'm so honored for you to share this with me, I wish I could have seen it for real." Your comment makes his face tighten, his eyes looking down to the ground before closing.
You bring your hand from his shoulder to his head and bring it to yours, resting your forehead against yours. "I'm grateful you trust me enough to show me." Your eyes close as well, and you stay in that position for a while, him in the comfort of your hold- your presence.
When you open your eyes again, the terrain has turned back to normal, from Mars back to the training room you two currently reside in. "Thank you, J'onn, your home was beautiful."
Before you read, please keep in mind that my media consumption of DC is very limited- mostly pertaining to shows, as well as fan created content.
Music Meister x Deaf! Reader
No specific pronouns for reader, short fic- fluff
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The irony of a man who loved music and attention falling in love with someone who couldn't hear his singing. Well, in the traditional way at least. It was hard for him to come to terms with this predicament, someone his heart was singing for being unable to hear his sonnets of love, like a concert that no one showed up to.
But none the less, he would figure out a way to portray his love even if he couldn't sing. For you, he feels like he could go a day without singing- a huge feat for him, he'll have you know.
It took some time, but he was able to figure it out- taking his time to learn and practice sign language to rather than sing a song for you, sign a song for you. Obviously, he wrote and composed the song himself. Imagine his surprise when he learned you could technically hear the music, but only when very close to the source.
Thus, sparked the idea for your now nightly routine. After the two of you prepared for the night, snug in your pajamas and rested on the bed, he would pull you up to his chest. Your head resting in a way to where your ear was pressed up against his neck, as close to his vocal cords as possible.
He sung his songs, poems and confessions of love for you in a hushed tone. The vibrations of his voice reverberating into you and allowing you to not only hear but feel his love as well. He always sung from the heart, making up little ballads on the spot about his affections over you and how lucky he was.
Though, these moments aren't always reserved for before bed. Often when you came home from work, tired from people being idiots and needing some sort of escape- or even just something to relax to- he's there waiting hand and foot for you. Most of his... business.. is usually handled during the night, so he's happy to take a break from planning to hold you close.
His arms are warm and inviting, allowing you to destress from the day as he hums a tune, probably a song he associates with you- a favorite song of yours or one he made himself.
While he isn't able to fully convey his love for singing and that sometimes gets on his nerves, because singing and music is his entire life, he remembers how much of an effort you put into listening to him, even when it puts a strain on you. The way you lean in closer when he sings to himself, or show up to small performances he does, leaning your head on the speakers or instruments if it's big enough. Your dedication to his passions makes his heart sing louder than it ever has before. A choir of butterflies singing in his stomach.
The love that connects the two of you is a beautiful love song, he tells you often. A melody that could never be duplicated, a one-of-a-kind record that the world would never hear.
So the reader has a medical degree, and decided to use it for good (in their book at least) by working at Arkham Asylum in the infirmary. They'll meet all the villains, knowingly or not, and maybe some heroes too.
I'm not sure if there will be any huge plot other than "Reader meets villains, patches them up from fights (from Batman or other inmates), the villains like how reader treats them like people, sometimes they meet the Batfam".
Would anyone be interested in a series like that? Just something simple, not plot heavy perhaps?
Before you read, please keep in mind that my media consumption of DC is very limited- I've mostly consumed the animated shows
Barry Allen x Reader
Happy Easter everyone, I hope everyone gets to enjoy some yummy foods, sugar fueled or not!
Summary: Barry indulges himself in the holiday with too much sugar for a normal person, and shared some with his beloved
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Easter Holiday, a day where people come together and celebrate… something- family? Who cares, certainly not Barry. The holidays, for him, meant big sales on limited time candies; and while he did still care about having a healthy diet- could you really blame a man with super enhanced metabolism for needing some sugar in his system? Certainly not.
The coffee table was stacked with a couple shopping bags, full of nothing but Easter chocolate and some gummies scattered around in there. Though mostly chocolate. Barry has promised himself to set aside a bag for Wally, having put it in the freezer to keep his promise. God forbid he eat it all and leave the poor kid with nothing, and knowing that Wally liked his candy frozen he just did himself a favor immediately putting it away.
“Having a good day, are we?” You mutter behind him, laughing when he turns around. His face wore a look of surprise, mouth practically stuffed with jelly beans. Walking over you rest your hands on the back of the couch and raise a hand over to his mouth, whipping leftover chocolate from the corners and rubbing the residue on your pants. What was a little mess anyways.
With an almost dramatic gulp, his mouth and throat are cleared from any sugar. “Sweetheart! I thought you were working today.” His smile was nervous, like a child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He turns even more and raises his hands to grab your head, pulling you down to press a brief kiss on yours.
You reciprocate the kiss, resting a hand on his hair and scratching at his scalp. When you pull back you stand back up to full height and set a bag down next to him on the couch. “I figured since it was a holiday I'd leave early and make dinner.” Barry turns to rummage through the bag, raising a brow at you when he pulls out a few boxes of chocolate. “And I wanted to get my favorite speedsters something sweet, but it looks like one of them beat me to it.”
You shrug and grab the bag, pulling it back to you without even bothering to wait for Barry to take his hand out. It resulted in him dropping the chocolate back into the bag so he could pull his hand out. “Wait, does that mean you won't give me any? Speedsters? Plural? You got Wally some too?” His questions rapid fire as he quickly gets up and follows you to the kitchen.
“Yes, Wally too, the kid's working all day in school and his little superhero team. And I haven't decided yet.” The bag hits the kitchen counter and you start pulling out the recently bought ingredients for dinner. “Haven't decided yet?” Barry cries out, laying his body on the kitchen bar counter dramatically, “what do you mean by that?”
“Well,” you start, setting a container of paprika on the spice rack “you bought yourself so much already. Not to mention you never texted to see if I wanted any, maybe I'll just keep it for myself.” Barry slumps more into the surface under him as you talk, a fake pout plays on his lip.
His hands come up to intertwine, holding them together as he raises his head slightly to look at you more, “please forgive me sweetheart, you know I'd never intentionally do something so rude.” His head raises more and now he's leaning on the counter, “I was gonna share when you got home, I swear.” Before you can even turn back to look at him he's already behind you, hands on your waist and his head on your shoulder.
“I'll share with you right now, anything you want from my pile on the coffee table.” He murmurs, his hands moving to hug you more than just hold onto you. It takes you a moment of playful thinking before you rest your head on his, hand coming up to caress his head.
“I'm just playing with you sweetheart, it's all yours baby.” You say, scratching at his scalp again and he buried his head into the crook of your neck with a smile.
“I'll still share with you,” he says, moving one of his hands to grab a chocolate bar from the bag.
thoughts on spidey in gotham fics? funnily enough thats how i got into batfam/dc and i was wondering if you’ve read them or are interested in them as a fellow dc & marvel fan
I think they're pretty decent! I've read some of the ones that float around and I've got no issue on them, though I can't say they're my favorite?
I'll be honest though and admit I'm a little nitpicky when it comes to fics I read, but I do love me a DC & Marvel crossover! I don't think I'd mind writing one if it were to be requested, but I don't think I'd write one on my own- y'know?
What is it with batfam x reader fics and making the reader neglected? I read them on occasion (mostly because they're about 99% of BATFAM fics), but I really don't get it. Why would you willingly want to be treated horribly? Aren't fics supposed to bring comfort?
Maybe it's just a me thing, but I will never understand it
