sir, i like my animals to talk 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

14!! leo valdez’ sweetheart 🦌

[poutiestdolly]

intro!! ۶ৎ

leo valdez’ princess ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

hellooo im scarlett and im vv pink as you can telll!! i think ill probably write for percy jackson maybe zero day and the walking dead. im 14 rn!! gross men dni plz

cabin 10/7, infp-t, hufflepuff, district 8 <3

i actually adore nerdy boys with braces like cal gabriel so if u know any in movies pls send recommendations my way!!

also fem4fem for jackie taylor 🐇

autistic, she/her

requests: open! ✉️ inbox: open!

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sorry about the delay in writing!! tumblr keeps putting labels on my posts and im not too sure why!! if anyone has any requests pls send some! im hoping to write again and it not be content labelled again

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halloween special! 🍂

in which user takes a toddler damian trick or treating for the first time! batmom!user au 🎃

You’d practically begged Bruce to let you show Damian how fun Halloween could be. It was just basic childhood stuff — you’d throw a sheet over your head, grab a pillowcase, and go collect tons of candy from strangers. At the end of the night, you’d dump it all out, trade with your friends, and fall asleep with a tummy full of candy corn and M&Ms. I mean, the kid had never experienced normalcy before, so why not?

Surprisingly, Bruce eventually agreed. You wrestled the toddler into a tiny Robin costume and a pair of sneakers, told him to hold your hand the whole time, and even took a few pictures to frame later and tuck into your wallet.

At first, Damian was confused by the concept — knock, say “trick or treat,” and get candy? For free? While he didn’t enjoy talking to strangers, he definitely loved the candy part. And he was adorable, which earned him quite a few little fans, especially among the older ladies.

By the end of the night, he’d received about a hundred cooed compliments, had sticky fingers, a chocolate-smeared mouth, and a pillowcase full of candy.

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swan!reader & jason todd .ೃ࿔

‘I caught the l-o-v-e, how do you do this to me?’

tw- mentions of blood

You stood in the kitchen, carefully piping heart-shaped macarons onto a baking tray. A milky white babydoll dress and a frilly polka-dot apron, tied in a bow at the back, framed you perfectly. Smears of flour marked your cheeks, and a record player hummed softly in the background — serenity.

Then, as always, a body rolled in through your window and bang!—onto the hardwood floor with a groan.

“Hi, Jason,” you called out, not bothering to look up or pay him any mind. This was routine by now. You’d be baking, oh so peacefully, when one of Bruce’s kids would barge into your apartment, eat your food, use your band-aids, and leave.

Jason would wrap his arms around you, peer over your shoulder, and inevitably bloody up your fresh pajamas. You’d complain—fresh blowouts were no joke—but you’d still dote on him. You’d clean each cut with a warm flannel and a gentle kiss, reassure him it was okay, feed him macarons and tea, and tuck him into bed lovingly (only once he’d bathed; your sheets were fresh, after all).

Sometimes, you’d draw shapes and letters on his back—little messages he’d never receive or understand, but you knew.

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barista user & jason todd 🍵⊹ ࣪ ˖

‘I watched you break, like glass, you shatter’˙

Every day at 9:30, like clockwork, the same guy would come in and mumble his order at you. Some tall, scarred-up, grumpy guy — paid and left. You had regulars, sure, but most of them stayed to chat, show you pictures of their grandkid’s fifth birthday party, and ask how your day was.

But Jason got a basic cappuccino and dipped.

It started simple, really — a comment on the Batman pin you kept on your apron. Then he asked about the Sonny Angel on your phone, mocking it almost. Something like, “Why is there a naked baby on your phone?” with a huff of a laugh. Then, once he noticed you reading on break — Pride and Prejudice — the next thing you knew, he was quoting it at you. Quoting Pride and Prejudice.

This quiet guy was... a Jane Austen fan?

You began writing niche little references on each coffee cup, and he returned them with a slight grin. Once you got bold, you added your number and a big smiley face — maybe a cat doodle too, just in case he wasn’t interested, so it seemed friendly. Merely platonic!

Maybe you did some internet stalking, but the guy was almost a blank slate. No sign he even existed outside of the coffee shop — and he was a recognizable guy, with those scars.

Your first date? A coffee shop, ironically. You ordered some matcha thing, and he got a basic old cappuccino. You offered him a sip, and he accepted — the closest you’d gotten to a real kiss so far. It was progress.

He asked you out first, indefinitely — a crumpled bouquet of your favorite flowers and a half-prepared speech. You were just... slow and steady. Felt no need to rush or force things, especially not when he slowly opened up — tiny comments here and there, maybe the secrets that spilled about his nighttime activities. And you stayed patient while he told you everything.

The scars — which you reassured him weren’t disgusting or an issue. Maybe you told him some of your deepest secrets too. And you sat in the feelings together — a silent understanding. Not an uncomfortable hand on the shoulder or a forced reassuring smile, but just genuine care.

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lamb!reader & clark kent ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

the images do not represent reader! imagine her how you’d like

Lamby is the sweet new intern — she comes in every morning with lattes and croissants for everyone. Teddy-bear coat, pencil skirt, and buckled Mary Janes. She has a sort of gentleness and genuine sweetness that leaves him yearning for a normal life with her forever. No, a week of knowing each other wasn’t too soon.

Her desk is exactly what you’d expect: Polaroids blu-tacked to her computer screen, a baby-blue keyboard and mouse, a floral mousepad, neat highlighters and multiple spare pens, even cans of coffee and cute washi tapes.

They started talking through Superman — yes, his super secret identity she had no idea was him. After Clark had “done another interview” with Superman, she asked, “What’s he like? Is he really as tall as he seems? Are the abs real?”.

Then it was dinner and brainstorming together at her apartment. Then dinners at restaurants downtown. Then a kiss one evening. Like it was the most natural thing — he walked her home, as always, and she planted a kiss on his lips.

After that, it just became routine: her memorizing his coffee order, their pinkies locked as they walked, him making her stay on the inside of the sidewalk — “just in case,” he’d insist.

[poutiestdolly]

bambi & harry 🧸🧋

⋆.⌗₊ ♫ ⊹.⁠ hey there delilah - plain white t’s

🐾 bambi and harry met in second year when she transferred from Ilvermorny, her being all american and rather lost

🐾 he realised he was crushing in fourth year; practically drooling at the sight of her. thankfully bambi found it amusing as anything

🐾 ron and hermione found his pining absolutely ridiculous i mean he hardly even spoke to her apart from to compliment her jumper one time in which she just blinked at him and replied ‘oh! sweater?’

🐾 he got the courage to ask her to the yule ball in the library one time to which bambi of course agreed to

🐾 they dance to records late at night in the quiet of the common room, clumsy steps and tangled limbs

🐾 they sneak off late at night using his invisibility cloak hands interwoven running through the corridors, looking out for prefects

🐾 they’re so similar to james and lily at that age no teacher can scold them for messing around, it melts remus’ heart.

🐾 they visit his parents grave together occasionally; insisting they wouldve approved of bambi

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swan!reader & rafe 🍦

how they met ⋆˚࿔

Rafey met Swan when she’d babysit for Wheezie. She’d come over after ballet, her hair still in a bun and leg warmers on. She’d bake cookies, paint nails, and answer all of Wheezie’s questions about being a teenage girl. Obviously, Rafe would be home, but he’s not trusted to babysit, and Swan is an old family friend.

their dynamic? ⋆˚࿔

Swan is everything elegant and clean: vanilla cashmere perfume, peacoats, pearls, shiny Mary Janes, bows, soft cardigans, knee-high socks, knit sweaters, and lace.

Rafe is... Rafe. He’s spoiled, bossy, a total control freak, rude, snappy—and somehow, they work. He calls her darling, my love, and any other sweet pet name ever.

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I think they’d last. Rafe’s never experienced love like Swan before, and Swan likes the balance of being proper while also acting like a carefree teen

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angel!reader & leo 🐇

Angel is a daughter of Aphrodite. She holds so much love for everything and likes her pretty with a purpose. She insists on matching pajama sets for bed and can’t sleep without her silk sleeping mask.

Leo wears corny T-shirts from the thrift store and pajama pants from three Christmases ago. She insists on wrangling him into her pink bonnet with Strawberry Shortcake on it. (I mean, hair health is super important!)

She makes him watch Legally Blonde, and he makes her watch Spider-Man. He gets her to read comics, and she makes him read Twilight — and he pretends he doesn’t care, though he’s totally Team Edward!

Even Piper can admit they’re cute together. You can hear them laughing across camp, clutching onto each other and cackling.

In her world, they’re like Lara Jean Covey and Peter Kavinsky; in his, they’re like Peter Parker and Mary Jane.

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lamb!reader & percy 🌙

Lamb is a child of Hypnos—the type of girl who smells like baby powder and lavender, and who can hardly ever drag herself out of bed to join in with camp's activities. Hell, she can hardly even acknowledge that she’s there at all. A bed is a bed, whether it’s in New York or London, England.

Percy, on the other hand… a little too hyperactive for his own good. Every activity of the day? He’s there, bright and early, ready to start. If he just lies in bed, he’ll go nuts.

So when the two somehow start dating, they clash—a lot.

Lamb is always begging him to let her stay in bed and sleep, claiming that thirteen hours simply isn’t enough time in her warm, cozy sheets, dotted with milky clouds on a baby blue canvas. That whiny morning voice and a stuffed animal tucked under her arm.

As much as Percy wants to go join in with archery or whatever arts and crafts Cabin Seven is holding, he finds himself lying there—extremely bored, but compliant—as Lamb snores away.

it seems sea-salt and lavender go better together than we thought.. <3

[crimsonprose]

daydreaming about masc Nat again. Sigh. he’s so handsome.

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babydoll & natalie 🧁

Nat meets Babydoll through Jackie — vaguely, one time after practice. Jackie makes some comment about “just that stoner girl” when Babydoll asks who that blonde with dark roots and smudged eyeliner is.

Babydoll, the sweetheart she is, decides to get through to Nat with cupcakes. Everyone has a sweet tooth, right? But duh, she had to play it cool. She brings them to practice, insisting they’re just for Jackie to share with the team — but in actuality, she asked around for Nat’s favorite flavor.

Cupcakes turn into hangouts, and hangouts turn into makeouts after baking club at the end of the school day. Longing glances at parties. Sneaking off together. Sneaking back in through Babydoll’s bedroom window, giggling.

Suddenly, Nat isn’t so drunk all the time. And maybe — just maybe — the scent of cigarettes on her clothes starts to mingle with Impulse vanilla kisses.

hmm.. <3