Hihi!!
I'm Jelly!! (Or you can call me any nickname you can think of)
I'm a writer, though I'm not sure I'll be the most consistent poster due to personal life outside of the internet.
My main interest at this moment is DC, specifically the batfam!! Though this may change, or i will sometimes get inspiration and post for another fandom.
My asks box is always open!! So please feel free to send in requests or say hi!! I promise I don't bite, and i love the interactions. (Feel free to become an emoji based anon!)
Reblogs are recommended and appreciated!! It is the best way to get me to post more since it will better motivate me!!
I will not write; detailed full-on smut and yandere. I'm just not really good at it. Batcest is a hard NO
But I am open to everything else unless stated otherwise!!
we ignore my self imposed hiatus i had surgery and then my laptop broke BUT I'M BACK
working on things in my inbox and they'll hopefully be posted in a couple of weeks, not rushing myself this time
Sneak peak of what's cooking:
Unlike most worlds, people here were were born with clean skin and no strings. No, here, peoples fated grew as they did, maybe starting as a freckle, maybe a mole, before growing into a birthmark, and then something beautiful and intricate.
cassandra x a reader who mimics the body language & habits of those around them....
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Cassandra Cain x Reader
Cassandra was one to normally come to rehearsals and ballet lessons early, typically being one of the firsts to arrive.
Though, if she isn't the first person, then it's definitely you.
You were one of the reasons Cass didn't mind coming in early- watching you talk to your fellow dancers, the way you would mimic the person you're talking to- a habit she sometimes has herself. It was as if you weren't even fully aware you were doing it, but it made they way you copied the instructor's moves easy, one of the firsts in the class able to get the correct posture.
But when you weren't copying the mannerism of others- the rare moments Cass got to witness you just- being yourself? It felt like a breath of cold air- a welcomed shock to her airway that she feels completely as it fills her lungs. Even when classes got dull- you were always there for her to draw her attention to, a sort of reminder of why to stay.
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Hi!!! Ignore that this took forever- I got logged out and forgot my password ;-; also this was meant to be much much longer but more than half of it deleted itself and I really couldn't be bothered rewriting it so now it's just a drabble more than anything else
For the mer au, what about a neglected child reader who gets adopted by a mer version of the Waynes?
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Oooo, that’s a good idea!!! Might have to store that one for a future one shot though because i have decided a plot :3 though it may end up being similar! Who knows?
At least- Clark had planned for it all to maybe be perfect-
Today was meant to mark your six month anniversary, and tonight he was hoping to make it special. He had planned an entire dinner, using the spare key to go into your apartment- with permission to come over of course- to set it all up.
Clark had made dinner- using a recipe you had mentioned loving but hadn't had time to cook- set the table and everything. But now he was starting to doubt himself, second guessing himself every second the watched go by on the clock you had.
You were meant to be home an hour ago, and you hadn't sent any form of message to say you were running behind or staying at work, nothing. Clark checked his phone again, seeing the messages he had sent over the pass hour still marked as unread.
Worry was creeping up quickly within him, but he done his best to keep a clear head. You ran late sometimes, it happens. he still remembers your first date when you had come running in fifteen minutes late- drenched to the bone and spewing apologies, nearly in tears at being so late.
Turns out work held you back, then it had started to rain- not a good sign when but you had your car. At least, you did until you popped a tire and didn't have a spare.
That night, everything that could go wrong on the way to where you were meant to meet up with Clark, did go wrong.
But Clark had only smiled at you and offered you a jacket, telling you it could be postponed so you could go home and get changed, he didn't want you getting sick after all.
That date went from a night out to a night in- getting food to go before returning to yours, where you both curled up watching crappy reality TV.
So Clark knew that, sometimes, life gets in the way.
Before he could further worry about your well-being, he heard the tell-tale signs of you approaching your door, and he stumbles to stand behind his chair- only to blink as the front door swung open.
In your arms were two cats who blinked back at Clark, and it took him a few moments to zone back in to hear you explain why you were so late as the door swings shut.
"-ally so sorry Clark- I was planning on coming straight here after work but my phone died and Jess needed those extra reports- and on the way home I saw these sweethearts begging for scraps and had to yell at some sleaze for trying to kick the ginger one and-" Your rant comes to a halt as you finally take in the dinning room table- set with candles, wine, and the meal you had been wanting for weeks now.
Any words you had were stolen from you as you look back up to Clark, only to see him staring at you with the same awed expression, just for a completely different reason.
For Clark, he was just awed at how kind and genuine you were, at how much love you had for the world and how much he loves you.
And as soon as the words he had spent weeks questioning if he should say enter his mind, the reason he spent so long on this dinner, he can't help but let them gracefully slip from his mouth, said with the same type of care one would have for handling fine china.
