When Thomas Wayne dies, everyone feels it.
It doesn’t matter that it’s late at night. It doesn’t matter that most people are asleep or that some are so hopped up on caffeine they can taste color or that some are so drunk they can barely remember if they’re wearing shoes or not.
None of it matters.
Because suddenly, without warning, every single person in Gotham, from the poorest urchin to the sleaziest mob boss to the richest philanthropist, hears a sound like a gun going off right before something snaps.
It’s like the world stops.
Suddenly, breathing is impossible, throats caught on nothing but the shocking feeling of loss. Suddenly, skin becomes freezing cold, like all the warmth has been sucked from the room. Suddenly, knees buckle and eyes shoot open and heads turn unerringly towards the same place, looking to where there is now a hollow space in countless chests.
And suddenly, everyone knows.
Thomas Wayne is dead.
Gotham’s Sky is dead.
Someone killed their Sky.
The world stands still, breaths caught and fingers freezing and Souls screaming.
And then the world burns.
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Because if DC and Katekyo Hitman Reborn! existed in the same universe, you know everyone in Gotham would have Flames and you know the Waynes would be their Skies.
You know, I think it would be fun to have an Omegaverse concept where an Omega's height is based entirely on how safe their environment is when they present.
Like, yeah, most Omegas are small and delicate, but it's not just because they're Omegas that they're short, it's because they were safe when their first Heat came along and smacked them in the face. They're small because they didn't need to be big.
But the world is fucked up and sometimes, kids just have shit lives. And kids with shit lives who present Omega get fucking big, because they body recognises that they're in danger and grow as big as they fucking can to keep themselves safe, plus get their instincts rewired to focus on protection and aggression rather than being nurturing and submissive or whatever other stereotypes there are.
I just really want an Omegaverse fic somewhere where, instead of whichever big person is an Omega getting mocked or looked down on or thought of as less desirable for being a big 'mega, everyone looks at them and immediately knows not to fuck with them, because that right there is an Omega who's wired to attack first and ask questions later, so get the fuck out of their way before they get hurt.
The perfect protector, basically :D Or, you know, an excellent setting for angst, whichever floats your boat >:3
Hey everyone, it's Shadow.
As you might know, my home life is rocky and currently I'm not in the healthiest environment. My parent recently smashed my tablet, destroying any safe and private way for me to talk to friends, family, or for me to write, draw, or listen to music safely.
I have a Gofundme that is aiming to raise enough cash for me to buy myself an IPod (small, I know) so that I can Safely be able to talk to others and pursue the things I love Safely.
If you can, please donate, as any small bit of money helps. Otherwise, please reblog or share this elsewhere. I need as much help as I can get.
Thank you all so much, and hopefully I can reach out again soon.
-Shadow
It do be like that
Hi friend! Came to follow from ao3! Hope you like it on tumblr!
It's been a bit strange, but also very fun! :D
Drown me in OCs, I’ll die of happiness before I can suffocate
Go for it. Draw my OC. If you want, I’ll even give you reference posts. Go to town on it.
You are welcome to draw my OC and surprise me with the result. Seriously. In fact, I encourage it. I will proudly display whatever it is you submit to me regarding my OC. There is a chance that I will squeal about it for several days.
Even if you feel you aren’t good at whatever artistic adventure it is you do, please feel free to submit it to me. I want to see what you have done.
The latest version, V5
I continue to torment my platonic spouse
Credit to RosaNRoss
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.