Owl Brain

Hi, i'm a brain, and welcome to my random thoughts! (●’◡’●)ﾉ

[justarandomart]

i had a dream where we made a meme. whenever a character would "miss their wife", Tails would just automatically be summoned to witness it. no matter who or where, Tails would pop into existence, there was no way to stop it from happening, heres some examples what it looked like:

[quietwanderingowl]

Was rambling in my head so I produced this.

It's a batsis!reader with healing power that requires skin to skin contact. Her mother died and she knows that the Batfamily are vigilantes but they don't know that she knows. Feel free to point out any mistakes that have to do with appearance!

Otherwise, please enjoy!!!

The Unnecessary Coffin

Ch. 1: Count on Me

It was only a few hours after the funeral. She wasn't supposed to be here. No one was. It was becoming dark, and in Gotham, that meant she could lose her life. Although, she supposed, graveyards were kind of the safest place to be since it was considered sacred and no one would mess with ghosts.

It was just unfair. One night, a typical Gotham night, and he was gone. Jason, her brother (he was just a kid), was gone. What was she supposed to do? She hadn't even known he was gone until her father announced (to the public; he didn't even tell her personally before telling them). That wasn't fair.

So, here she stood. At his grave, thinking on repeat that maybe she could've saved him. If she were there, if she had just been there, if she had told him about her magic, if he had told her he was going somewhere—

It didn't matter. She wasn't there. But, she was here now. She could do something now. 

Her knees met the ground and her fingers dug deep into the mud. Her hands moved as her mind refused to stray from a single thought: she could still save him. She knew the risks; she knew that it was unethical and probably some sort of great sin or crime to revive save—she's not dooming him, she's not—someone days after their death.

But risking everything to prove he wasn't gone was worth it all right now. She'd deal with the consequences later, her brother is more important (he always is; he always will be).

The coffin was practically out now, all the mud now in some pile that had managed to form while she was out of it. All she needed to do now was lift the coffin door. Then, she could grab his hand and bring him back. It would be a little scary, but her power needed contact to work and so it didn't matter if it was scary.

God, she had gone too far. What was she doing? She was in a six-foot deep hole about to open her brother's coffin just because she couldn't handle his—she needed to stop. But, she needed to try saving him too.

Her nails had just caught onto the door's edge, barely even lifting the thing, when she'd heard a light thud. It had come from inside the cage coffin. The thud had been from where Jason's head was; it was like he had somehow lifted his head and bumped it on the door.

Her mind blanked. The coffin was open. She had opened it before she could understand what she was doing. It was like watching the rain in slow motion; inevitable and chaotic.

She blinked—slow and heavy like a lizard of some sort. Her knees hurt, her fingers hurt—she should've brought a shovel.

Who cared? Her brother was alive!

She leaped at him right as he sat up. She barely even got a look at him before she began using all her power to heal him from whatever injuries he had. Her head was tucked into where his neck met his shoulder. All her limbs clung onto him for dear life, it wasn't even about the contact anymore it was about the idea of not holding on tight enough. Almost like he would just decay into dust if she loosened her hold or took a good look at him.

“Please don't go—please stay, Jason. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Just please don't go, just don't leave. I need you; I love you—just please. I'm begging you, please please, Jason, stay with me. Please don't go, I don't want you to leave, I don't want to say goodbye. I don't care if you're a zombie or a vampire; you can even sell me to a demon—you're my brother, I need you please.”

Jason had told her she was an ugly crier but she sobbed like she was watching her mother die in a hospital bed from cancer all over again. She had no idea how she was even crying so much, she hadn't drank much of anything since he'd disappeared. Also, her chest kind of hurts now. Probably from the really shaky breaths and the way her body refused to unsqueeze itself. (She hoped she wasn't going to wake up; she didn't need to wake up.)

The rain—she forgot it was raining. How long had it been raining again?—continued to plink and murmur as she wailed. Additionally, her magic never stopped pumping itself into Jason despite the fact that it was no longer doing anything meaning he was all healed up. 

She was on the cusp of fainting when she felt two arms hover on her back. It wasn't a hug, it wasn't even close. Especially not when she compared it to any hug she'd gotten from Jason in the past. But, it was comforting. It was the sign she needed to confirm that he was alive and there. That he could see and feel her—and probably hear her too.

No one knows how much time passed before Jason's arms actually wrapped around her. But by the time she finally looked up at the sky, it was clear and the sun was high.

【<—–- Chapter 1 Finished! -–—>】

A/N: Chapter 2 will hopefully come out within the next seven days. Idk, I literally didn't plan this ahead of time. This might end up a oneshot. Wish me luck!

[blackthemiller]

Does anyone does this?

I haven't read any DC comics nor watched too much movies. I watched a few Marvel movies and read a few comics (My brother has them). I seriously want to write a fanfiction or draw a fan art but I'm holding myself back.

Why? Because I can't call myself a fan, can I? I read other fanfics, look at fanarts and stuff. But I don't do them myself even I have the urge to. İt holds me back like a morale code, like Batman'da no killing rule. I just feel guilty 🤷‍♀️ does anyone feel like that as well?

[quietwanderingowl]

I know exactly what you mean. There are few fandoms I can actually say I'm a part of. Otherwise, I'm more of a spectator and so my opinions/critics feel invalid.

HOWEVER! You are absolutely still allowed to write and make fanfics and fanart. You just have to be willing to accept the criticism that comes with not being fully integrated with the fandom.

At least, that's what I believe. And hey, you don't have to share your fanfic/fanart. It can be for your eyes only!

[quietwanderingowl]

Choose your favorite creature

(one of these is technically real. Ifyky)

[nifrequerne]

I often wonder what happened to authors of unfinished fanfictions.

[everyoneinspaceisgay]

I hope they’re having a nice life

[ts-virgil-angst]

we absolutely are not and that unfinished fic haunts us to this day

[sensiblereblogifposts]

Reblog if that unfinished fic haunts you to this day

[quietwanderingowl]

This is the Robert Robertson III x pregnant!reader I ran a poll on.

Original family edition!

It's Get-Away Time

You stepped out of the car after paying the taxi a good amount of money. Your feet ached a little bit but it was whatever. Step by step, you made your way towards your family home before knocking on the door.

"Surprise!" You shouted at your brother.

"What the heck! What are you doing here? Where's Robert?" Your brother looked all around crazily.

"I ran away. He was too clingy y'know." You said with a straight face.

"What?!"

"Jack, who's at the door?" A voice from behind your brother echoes.

You made your way in, "Hi mom!"

"Oh my God what are you doing here? Where's Robert?" Same as your brother, your mother frantically looked around.

"I made the journey by myself. Robert doesn't even know I'm here."

"What!" Both of them shouted.

"I mean I get it, I'm gonna pop anytime now. But also, he literally refuses to let me step on tile because he thinks I'll slip and fall. And, hey, I thought, I haven't visited my family since we announced the pregnancy. So, here I am." You cheerily ended your explanation as you watched your family members panic.

"You came here alone?! Who drove you? Was it a stranger? Did you at least bring your hopsital bag?"

"Ah, don't worry about that. This little one won't be popping out today. Maybe tomorrow though…" You pat your belly pondering.

“Sometimes I wonder where you get these ideas from…”

"Aw, you love me. Besides, I get my craziness from dad, you know that."

"Speaking of your father, he'll be back with Cameron and Lynn in a few minutes. He just went grocery shopping."

"Oh God," Jack stared at you with dread, "How long are you staying? I don't think dad's bought enough food for you. I'll go!—"

You stopped your brother before he could finish putting on his coat. "Don't worry! I'm only visiting for a day. Robert's gonna find out any second now that I've disappeared and then he's gonna come get me after his shift." You took off your brother's coat and put it back on the coat racket.

"I wish you'd at least told us beforehand so we could pick you up instead of having yoh ride in a taxi." Your mother sighed.

"Ah c'mon, I was perfectly safe." You giggled a little bit before settling on the couch where your mother sat.

Right away, your brother went to the kitchen to cut up some fruit for you all to share. While he did that, you and your mother chose a show to watch while waiting for the other three to get home.

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.

.

"We're home!"

Your father walked out from the garage carrying three bags. Following behind him were your other brother and sister whom each carried two bags.

With a slice of fruit in your mouth, you happily greeted your family. "Hey dad! Guess who came to visit?" You pointed to yourself.

Shocked at first, it took but a second for your father to come stumbling over to give you a hug. "There's my kid! Springing up random visits just like your old man."

"You know it!" Happily, you hugged your father before your siblings made their way to hug you as well.

"Finally divorced Robert?" Your sister asked.

"Haha, very funny. I've already made that joke."

"Alright, alright. So, what're you here for?"

"Just a break. Robert's been too paranoid lately. Thinks I'll go rock climbing if I'm not at home." A small maniacal giggle left your mouth. After all, Robert's behavior was just ridiculous to you. Completely incomprehensible.

"I dont know. I've known you my whole life and that seems totally plausible…" Lynn slyly looked around.

Before you could respond, Jack asked you, "Remember when you climbed that tree when you were six?"”

"Oh gosh, yeah! That was fun."

"Then you threw yourself off the tree and chipped three of your teeth."

"Oh. Yeah. Wasn't that bad though." You gave a slight shrug at the memory before placing another slice of fruit in your mouth.

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.

.

For a while you reminisced on your childhood adventures and experiments before you felt a buzz from your phone. You picked up the piece of tech and saw that it was a text from Robert.

I'm finally on break. How are you?

We're doing great

Absolutely fine? 100%?

Well now that u mention it 😈

Please don't say you've slipped and fell.

NO 😟

Nothing like that 😤😒

Have u so little faith in me husband? 😤

You're stressing me out, sweetheart.

Check my location 😘

Where r u

R U AT UR FAMILYS HOME

Uh oh

Ur not using proper grammar

Im picking u up rn

DONT

PICK ME UP AFTER WORK

Ur in a different town

U could go into labor at anytime

I'm picking u up

Boooo let ur spouse spend time with their family

Ur so CEO rn its not cool

What the hell are you saying?

Im literally visiting just until ur work ends

Pick me up then or dont pick me up at all

Honey, please, you can't be serious

😐.

OK

Tell your family I said hi

I will

Love u 🥰😍😘❤❤

I love you too

"Was that Robert?”

"Yeah."

"What'd he say?"

With a cheesy smile, you replied, "He says hi.”

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After spending hours laughing and talking with your family, you thought about your feelings. After all, you hadn't realized how much you missed your family. Although you made sure to visit often before you were pregnant, life had gotten derailed after the pregnancy announcement.

First, there was a sickness going around that you had to avoid. Then, your diet had to completely change. There was also that one criminal who happened to rob the store you were in. Also, that time you avoided getting in a minor crash. Plus, you had to make all those arrangements for the baby's health and education. Lastly, you stepped on a banana peel (without slipping) which gave Robert nightmares leading to his current paranoid state.

It was all kind of crazy and so getting to spend time with your family was just the break you needed. You got a nice dinner, could talk to then face to face rather than over the phone, remember bits of your childhood, and arrange a babysitting plan.

At around 8 PM, the doorbell rang. It was pretty obvious who was at the door. with a bit of a wobble, you made your way towards the door and opened it with a small smile.

"Hey handsome, lose something?"

In a blink, Robert was holding you tightly. Beef was just as fast running to you with only a few slips here and there. You could hear Robert choke up a little bit while he spoke, "Thank goodness you're okay."

"Robert, I wasn't gonna let anything happen to me and our baby.” You stepped backwards a little bit to get them fully inside.

“I know. I know.” He closed the door behind him and let out a sigh of relief.

“I thought you wanted us to go.”

“I do. But, I also know that you haven't been feeling great recently and now that you've visited your family, you look healthier. So, we can stay for a little while longer if you want.”

“Thanks, Robert.” With a little kiss to his cheek, you lead him towards the backyard where the rest of your family awaits.

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.

.

“Well, I guess visiting my family really was what I needed to do huh?”

“This is not the time to be joking, you are in labor.”

“I am employed, yes.”

Robert was not amused.

But you just smiled at him and continued to talk. “Guess pop-rock's all excited to meet everyone face to face.” You took a deep breath. “Must've been just as bored as I was staying home all day.”

“How far are the contractions?”

“About six minutes apart, lasting a minute. Which means we can still wait until we get to the hospital.”

“Absolutely not."

"Alright alright...can we get some food?"

Your husband didn't say anything but you knew he'd take the detour since he didn't want you going hungry while recovering.

After handing you the food, he started up the car again and drove (albeit more slowly to prevent the drive from disturbing your eating) to the hospital. There, you and your husband checked in before waiting a bit. While waiting, you messaged your family. They congratulated you and your husband as well as put in a few words about wishing for your health to recover quickly. You and Robert thanked them as you entered the room where your child would be born, then you finally put it away.

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.

.

You had spent thirteen hours in labor before your baby was born. Your little family spent two days in the hospital before going home. Finally, you spent a month with just your husband and baby before inviting the family to meet them.

Just like you thought, your baby absolutely adored being surrounded by your family, even sharing their first laugh with them all.

[quietwanderingowl]

That moment when you outfreak the freakiest people you know (different versions of yourself)

[quietwanderingowl]

For Dispatch! I want to write a oneshot about a pregnant reader spending time with her family without telling her husband (Robert) because he's been too overprotective (she's literally eight months/40 weeks pregnant).

So, who should I make her family (e.g. original characters, Flambae's family, batfam, superfam etc)? Hmmmmmm...

(Also what perspective should I use?

Examples: I stepped out of the car. You stepped out of the car. She stepped out of the car)

write fic

original family

flambae's family

batfam

superfam

other (comment)

yes + all the versions

Voting ended onMay 17

[quietwanderingowl]

Idk why I made this post when I decided on writing all the versions anyway

Why did I do this to myself

But honestly, continue voting.

It'll help me focus on which versions to finish faster/first.

[quietwanderingowl]

Can't believe I'm posting this kind of fic but it's for fun so

Here's a fluffy streamer/gamer!boyfriend x reader

Stomach to the bed, feet in the air, and a book to enjoy. You were on a new chapter, the main character had just met his new vassal who was also a completely new character. Obviously, the main character was suspicious of this new vassal since the previous one had tried to kill him. Page after page, you were halfway through the chapter when a familiar scream came from downstairs.

Despite the interruption, you couldn't help but laugh. After all, you were used to this and honestly found his screams hilarious. They had a particular point where the scream would sound like a very loud microwave and then it would crash into what could only be described as a husky disguised as a man screaming.

Anywho, you loved your book but being with your boyfriend was far more fun (despite all the screaming and whatnot). So, down you went. You went past the dining room and into the hallway, entering the first door on the corner, then you entered the shared office. (Weird layout, you know, but when life gives you lemons...)

The doorway was out of chat's view so you could have sneaked if you'd wanted to but that was for another time. Instead, you knocked on the door, alerting your boyfriend of your presence.

He put his headphones down and paused the horror game he was playing. "Babe!"

"Hey," you walked forward to swipe his hair back and kiss his forehead, "I just wanted to see what you were playing."

His lips quirked up. "Chat recommended me a game called The Deadseat. It's about...Actually it's best if you don't know."

"How bad is it?"

"Forced voluntary cannibalism."

You clicked your tongue, "Ah, gotcha. I'll steer clear of that game. Thanks, babe."

"Anything for you." He pressed his lips to your hand and stood up. He stretched his arms and legs before giving a final kiss to you.

"Where you going?"

"Bathroom break." Your boyfriend turned to his monitors, "Behave for my girlfriend, chat—and that means no flirting as well."

You lovingly watched him walk away before deciding to sit in his seat and greet his chat. "Hey, guys! It's been a while, huh?"

BibIdol414: We missed you! 💕❤️

PickALadder: Where have ypu been? We were sp wprried!!!

Creator9000: MY WIFE IS BACK YAYAYAYAYAY

GreatToastGod: OUR wife

Blast: KEBDOHDOABDKFBSIHFNWVSIFHWJFBFGZJWBSIHFIDSJBFIDHSJFBIDHSD

LadyDStepOnMePls: I can finally stop praying to the gamer gods! 🙏😃

HdlsChkn: EVERYONE GET OUT MY QUEN IS BAC

You laughed and talked with them for a while. After a minute, you spaced out before looking directly into the camera. "Don't tell anyone but—" you glanced around just in case, "—I think he's the one for me. I'm thinking of proposing next year but don't tell him, okay?"

You managed to give out two thumbs up before popping out of the gaming chair as your boyfriend entered the room.

"How was chat? Did they behave?"

You giggled. "Same as usual. And they're always on good behavior."

Your boyfriend huffed. "You are such a liar, they never behave when you're in the room."

"Hm, I wonder where they get it from..." You put on a thinking face as you obviously stared at him.

He dramatically gasped. "Are you accusing me?"

"I didn't say that." You playfully rolled your eyes before the both of you burst into laughter.

Once you both calmed down, you said goodbye to chat and gave your boyfriend a quick kiss before going back upstairs.

[quietwanderingowl]

For Dispatch! I want to write a oneshot about a pregnant reader spending time with her family without telling her husband (Robert) because he's been too overprotective (she's literally eight months/40 weeks pregnant).

So, who should I make her family (e.g. original characters, Flambae's family, batfam, superfam etc)? Hmmmmmm...

(Also what perspective should I use?

Examples: I stepped out of the car. You stepped out of the car. She stepped out of the car)

write fic

original family

flambae's family

batfam

superfam

other (comment)

yes + all the versions

Voting ended onMay 17

[quietwanderingowl]

Sometimes I think about Sanji and Usopp parallels. Mostly about how Sanji sees Usopp and Kaya and wants them to have a happy ending.

Yes, because Usopp is his friend and crewmate but also because despite the differences Sanji sees his past in them. He sees two people comforting each other despite one's sickness and the other's loneliness.

And I think it's a relief for him to know that she's just sick from worry.

[quietwanderingowl]

This is the best art I have ever produced without a doubt

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

[yogi-bogey-box]

this is a common phenomenon. the better you get, the more you recognize flaws. the good thing is you can strive to get better. but the bad thing is that you see nothing but flaws. you are actually getting better, but your editing/critical brain is getting tuned up and can see more things to improve. someone post the graph, I can't find it

[yogi-bogey-box]

nvm I found it myself:

"art" can mean any creative endeavor and it definitely applies to writing.

[quietwanderingowl]

I know why it's always "Crocodile is Luffy's mom" but why is it NEVER "actually Dragon is Luffy's mom (and Crocodile is his dad)"

[quietwanderingowl]

Just found an interesting fanfic for a fandom I'm not in but the concept is so interesting I feel like I have to read it

It's pwp/smut, btw

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[1000-life-hacks]

[archeologist-prophet]

Lovely to see we have spaces where you can gain access to so much literature!

[arielluva]

"OR WOMEN IN GENERAL"???? HELLO

[sailatina3]

Reblog to bully people who don't like female characters or women in general off the internet.