Goodness knows 🫧. IRL Glinda, writter, artist and roleplayer My blogs are completely SFW, for everyone. Just keep in mind that im 21 years old, when interacting witth any of my blogs plz
You can call me Silvie, my pronouns are She/her, I'm Bisexual. I am an adult. I'm Mexican (still live here). And I was bitten for a radioactive spider now I fight crime and I'm almost always injured or beaten tf out, I'm still in college so I try to balance it with my night patrols. In my head I'm married to Matt Murdock, so in my blogs I am too. Welcome to this silly blog!!
I run the following blogs:
@babsggordon
@gothams-daredevil
@grayson-dg
@gotham-bob
@sillybigrobin (stasis)
@nimissions
Muses or f/o's:
Dick Grayson
Barbara Gordon
Zatanna Zatara
Matt Murdock
Peter Parker
Wally West
Interests:
DC (Comics)
Marvel (MCU pre-multiverse saga and Comics)
FNAF
Minecraft QSMP (mostly Philza, Tubbo and Etoiles)
Art, comics and graphic design
Detroit: Become Human
Writing ( @/Grayson_lightly both in wattpad and AO3)
Kpop bands like Loona, stray kids, Red Velvet, Stay C, Twice, New Jeans, TXT, GOT7
Musicals like Heather's, Rent, Hamilton, Mamma mia, Grease, Mean girls the musical, Anastasia.
did you abandon the matt murdock blog? It was probs like my fave matt murdock blog lol
its okay if you did cuz you lost interest/were overwhelmed or anything else thoughh i was just curious
Well, not abandoned i just dont know what to post. I barely keep alive the babs one. But its good to hear it was someones favorite, might reconsider posting something
Actually making your selfinsert overpowered and friends with all your faves and a hybrid of the coolest species and in a relationship with your crush and the long lost sibling of the villain is called having fun and its cool as fuck
How do you think the djolings would propose to Reader? Like where would they choose to do it, what kind of ring would they buy, etc
I loved your first djolings post! It was literally so perfect!!
Agh thank you so much! ❤ Was pretty nervous about that first Djolings post 😖😖 Really had to put my brain meats together for this one because I'm so detached from anything wedding/marriage related irl 🤕 (No really, this prompt beat my ass BAD.)
Marriage Proposals in the JKCU
So, in my mind, there's a classification to how these guys go about a proposal and general wedding planning. At the top, we've got the guys who go about it with tact and appropriate effort.
Steve Harrington
He's been dreaming his whole life about having the white picket fence and a gaggle of children running around it. So when Steve realizes that you're "The One", he's hurrying to lock that shit down. He plays it by ear, somewhat lamentably, since he doesn't have any married friends in his circle to tell him how to go about it. One day, as he's driving you two back home from a trip to Robin's, Steve deviates from the usual route to head towards the quarry. Says he wants to catch the last of the sunset from there. You think nothing of it, too engrossed in eating a pack of Chips Ahoy cookies while singing along to your favorite cassette mix blaring from the car's audio player (the songs of which do not help ease Steve's nerves in the slightest). A little while later, you're out the car and instead engrossed in the streaks of pink and indigo in the sky. Your darling boyfriend says he wants to take a photo of you against the gorgeous scenery, and as you turn around with a smile ready to go, you see him already kneeling on the ground looking up at you. Only, it's not a disposable camera he's holding—it's a little box with an ever-so-slightly outdated engagement ring nestled in its velvet interior. You feel as if the wind has been knocked from you, and your expression change must've mirrored how Steve felt, because he immediately furrows his brows and recites his proposal. That you're perfect, his dream come true, the woman he wants to wake up next to every day for the rest of his life. He doesn't even get the chance to make it through the heavy four-worded question before you're falling to the ground, tearfully kissing him as you just say, "yes," over and over until you're both smiling happily.
Walter "Keys" McKey
Keys strikes me as the kind of guy who'd prefer to thoroughly discuss marriage with you rather than spontaneously propose. He has a natural inclination towards probability over possibility, finites, binaries, and frankly, the thought of taking such a big step forward in your relationship without your input twists his stomach into knots. You, on the other hand, make no effort to hide the happy butterflies fluttering in yours as you participate in these ensuing talks about engagement. The timing seemed so right, so perfect to enter this next chapter of your lives...and then the COVID Pandemic hit. It's a concentrated effort between the two of you to not give into the malaise of the situation and remain hopeful about the future (although it for damn sure felt like the universe was testing your "readiness" for marriage). Randomly over dinner one night, Keys says that he was considering replaying Ocarina of Time since a remaster had just dropped. You sheepishly say that you've never played, and about an hour later you're moving Link around the Kokiri Forest while your boyfriend contentedly watches from over your shoulder. As you gradually make your way through Hyrule, he not only rediscovers his love for video games, but his love for you. The day you finally beat the game, you're gushing about how much you enjoyed it, eyes bright and smile wide as you tell Keys that you want to jump into Majora's Mask right away. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, saying there's something important you'll need before you do that. He reaches into his jean pocket and pulls out a satin drawstring bag. Upon opening it, he takes your left hand and slides a ring out of the bag onto your finger. It's a white gold band with three stones resting in some pretty foliage. Only, you realize it's not actually foliage—it's fairies. Your excitement to play Majora's Mask is pushed aside for a different kind of excitement that night.
Baron Lamram
You've discussed the future a couple of times in your relationship. It's never anything concrete, just general fantasies of a being called by his name and having a kid or two. Truthfully, you were happy to be with Baron in any capacity. A ring and some papers weren't going to make him any more or less of the man he'd been to you thus far. Some of the more gossipy townsfolk disagreed, however, often lamenting to you in passing what a "shame" it was to "waste" your more youthful years unwed and childless. To that you'd just smile stiffly, excusing yourself to visit your boyfriend's terminally ill mother (this usually had the nags flustered, muttering their apologies as they went back to minding their business). It's only when you're out with Baron one day and the judgmental comments are made directly to him that you put your foot down, calling it out for being incredibly disrespectful and highly inappropriate. There's a subtle shift in your boyfriend after that encounter. Despite reassuring you that he doesn't care what people say, he's a bit more quiet. Restless. Out for the day before you even wake up. It all comes to a head on your four year anniversary, when he says that he wants to go for an afternoon walk. You end up at a gazebo at the nearest park, the Spring breeze gently cooling you and rustling the surrounding rose bushes as Baron insists you take a seat. You open your mouth to ask him what's up, why have things been so "off" lately, but the question dies out on the end of your tongue as you watch him get down on one knee and hold out a little black box with a vintage engagement ring inside. "My mother's," he explains, searching over your face to gauge your reaction. "She gave it to me about a year ago 'cause she really likes you. I've been holdin' out for the right time and I, well, I mean I think it's—" You're quick to cut him off with a kiss, seeking out his hands with yours. "I think so, too," you mutter against his lips.
In the middle, we've got the casual, maybe too casual approach, and that belongs solely to one guy.
Teacake/Travis Meacham
You’re watching TV in your sweats with a face mask on one day, about to pop a greasy potato chip in your mouth when you hear Teacake blurt out, “God, I’d wife the shit outta ya.” He blanches as you turn to him, hazel eyes averting as he tries to think up an appropriate topic change, when you calmly reply, "Okay, so do it." "Wha—Okay? What d'ya mean 'okay'? Weddings are, like, a big friggin' deal, ain't it?" Teacake asks, bewildered and somewhat insulted. "Doesn't have to be," you say with a shrug. "Could always elope and skip the whole thing." "...Elope?" Apparently, your boyfriend had no idea that people could just get married at courthouses (although to be fair to him, he tried to stay out of the loop on anything law-related that had nothing to do with his parole terms). So after a reassuring conversation that you didn't need him to drop as much money as a new car to want to "husband" him back, you two book an appointment to get married at City Hall the following Thursday. Naomi happily agrees to be your witness. You thrift your dress and your rings, although Teacake has a tough time deciding between two for you: one that looks"wedding-ish" and one that reminds him of Sailor Moon. So you close your eyes and pick one at random. Neither of you really believe in the old superstition about it being bad luck to see each other beforehand; Actually, you have a giggly time getting ready together the morning of as you share the excited sentiment that, fuck, you're really doing this. Naomi meets you in front of the courthouse carrying her daughter, who's holding a modest bouquet for you (you pluck a flower out for her to keep). There's an electricity burning under your skin the whole ceremony. It's like you're on autopilot throughout the ceremony, your hearing taking a fuzzy backseat as all you can do is (lovingly) lock eyes with Travis. Unsurprisingly, the second the judge says "You may now kiss the bride," your new husband's got you scooped up in his big arms for a big ol' kiss.
And at the bottom, we have the guys who didn't even try—Well, they did, but in the only way they know how.
Kurt Kunkle
Kurt falls in love with you fast, deciding after just three months that he wants to marry you. In his pursuit to save up for an engagement ring, he starts to drift away (in a sense), dedicating more hours to driving for Spree and streaming outdoors. He insists that you not tag along his rides or even watch any of the content he was uploading in that time (in fact, you randomly discover that he'd actually blocked your accounts on all platforms). Kurt shows up at your place at odd hours, crawling into your bed and tiredly whispering how much he loves you. When you try to discuss his confusing (and hurtful) behavior, Kurt gaslights you so well that you feel guilty for thinking that someone so puppy faced could be capable of malicious behavior. You're brushing your teeth one day when you hear your boyfriend walk in, erratically talking about "the big day." You turn to him, curious, only to find that he's got his phone out and he's livestreaming you in your t-shirt and underwear. Yelping, you pull the hem of your shirt down to cover yourself and tell Kurt to get out. Ignoring you, he kneels on the floor as he continues to address his small audience. With a large smile, Kurt reaches into his frumpy hoodie pocket and presents you with an incredibly tacky ring, saying, "I think I've waited long enough, so, will you marry me?" You're left stunned and concerned, unable to say anything more than, "What?" Your boyfriend opens his mouth to repeat his question when a $1 donation comes through, robotically announcing, "L+Gay+Ur girl mid." Your face twists in discomfort, prompting Kurt to get up quickly and pull you in for an awkwardly aggressive one-armed bear hug into the camera's frame. You start sobbing out of embarrassment as another negative donation comes in, which he ignores as he props the phone horizontally on your sink counter. Kurt picks up your left hand, kisses the back, and then slides the ugly ring onto your finger. “We’re gonna be the total power couple,” he says with an even bigger smile, completely tuning out your protests to focus back on the stream. "It's gonna be a new era over here at Kurtsworld, guys. Stay tuned!"
Gator Tillman
For Gator, marriage is a vague concept reserved for a future that he's never actively planning for (see also: having kids, moving out of his dad's house, etc.) He was perfectly content being Lehigh's most available bachelor, hitting and quitting as he pleased...until he started sleeping with you. It was a little more than unmanly for the lone Tillman son to admit that he caught feelings, but he did, and he wasn't sure how to navigate these "girly" emotions since he'd never had an actual relationship before (hell, he didn't even know he was capable of these emotions). The biggest problem, though, was that both of you had vastly different labels for your situation. You thought it was purely "casual," just good old fashioned sex whenever one of you was horny and the other was free, whereas Gator was getting his bearings together to propose to you, the girl he'd been "dating" for a little over eight months now. His old man was starting to get on his ass about finally settling down, so why not do that with you, the only girl capable of making him feel like this? The day that the emotionally constipated deputy shows up on your doorstep, down on one knee, shoving a simple pear cut ring into your hands while hurriedly saying, "I want ya to be my wife," you laugh. Gator looks up at you in a mix of anger, embarrassment, and hurt. "Fuck are ya laughin' for?" He growls. "Is this a joke?" You ask, inspecting the ring from the tips of your fingers. "You can't be serious." "But I am." You look him in a pitying way he quickly decides he hates. "I dunno how to tell you this, Gator, but even if I was your girlfriend, you're not exactly marriage material." You try to give the ring back, but he doesn't budge. "I'm tryin'a go 'bout this the nice way," he lowly says. "'Did'ja forget who exactly yer dealin' with?" "Oh please," you reply with an eyeroll. "I'm not scared of some entitled daddy's boy who cries when he hears 'no'." You close the door on Gator, thinking nothing of his mumbled, "Alright, be like that then." The scorned Tillman shows up on your doorstep again the next day—his father in tow. Roy leans against your doorframe with a deceptively pleased smile as you clench your hands by your sides to stop them from shaking. "So, this is the daughter-to-be I've been hearing so much about. Where's your ring, darlin'?"
High school was great. I can recall a lot of fun stories even if I lived my high school through a pandemic.
Like one time a teacher said he'd fuck a classmate if he could just because my classmate was (and still is) fine shit.
Or like, one time that a friend was sleeping drunk facedown on the football field bc another friend brought alcohol to school.
Or the time they took us to a ranch, some friends ate magic brownies and my best friend hold me back from doing it too. She said I looked like a chicken I was holding.
Or maybe all the afternoons spent with my ex-bestfriend. Even if it was pandemic, I loved her so and I was so shocked when we suddenly grew appart. I still think there was something there.
Or that one time everyone say my ass on accident, we were playing in a inflate water castle and I was wearing a dress. My male friends threw me and my dress rised up.
I have good memories of that place and sometimes I miss it. Specially in how delusional I was. But I'm still glad I left, that hellhole left with some serious anxiety problems.
