Hello(^^) my name is; traiaad but you can call me J.
I am 20 and I have been in the app for 3 years.
I am just a starting up writer so pls dont be too harsh with your critique of my work.
I am interested in making friends on this app^_^ or moots as ppl call it.
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Pls daminika fans/damijon fans please dont hate on me for not liking the ship since I dont like any ship(besides raven and beast boy) and do not send hate to me or any followers I have or dni at all.
And you can interact and like but pls avoid commenting your opinion or political argument of why ur ship is better.
Things I will write!
Dead dove🕊️🪦
Fluff
Yandere
Wholesome content
Head cannons
Canon x oc(or reader)
Character x character(mostly bbrea)
Fantasy
Thriller(romantic or horror)
Domestic fluff
Domestic smut(🌝)
Smut✨
Angst😢
Gore🩸
Hybrid AUs
Things I will not write
Skatt fetish(the kink of enjoying sh1tting on or in someone) 👁️👁️ you ppl usually scare me most in this app
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Scenario!; highschool sweethearts au, teen au, highschool bs, damian being overprotective
Warning!; stalking, voyeurism, breaking an entry, kidnapping, murder&burying the body, reader 100% supportive/enabler, shit dialog, tracking device, sweet teen shit, reader also a yan! Fem!reader
Yan!damian who kisses you like you're the only thing keeping him together, its surprising with how cold and indifferent he usually is(like a damn tsundere)
Its raw, deep and passionate it usually gets you all hot and bothered with how he does it so seamlessly, how his tongue and scent hit you like a truck. It's a force of habit he does since it's what he needs rather than a want, he wants to feel you, hold you. It's like the end of the world since for him it probably is, with his vigilante work and all that being exposed to more larger and stronger opponents, and you know how much he enjoys pushing his physical limits.
Yan!damian who holds you like a lifeline whenever you two cuddle, especially at those cold afternoons where you two aren't doing school work or anything. Usually he has you on top of him since it's easier to trap you that way, it doesn't matter if you're heavy or not since he probably could lift a damn closet and chuck it at someone.
"do you know I love you right?"
Now that isnt to be taken lightly for him, he dedicates life, loyalty and anything he has to you. Like what you do to him, it's not a match made in arkham more like hell with how he acts. Always stalking you in the school halls if he could, whisking you away from your friends whenever he has time or its lunch.
Its usually harmless.
Till his jealousy got the best of him, but this was Damian we were talking about. His emotions always had a vice on him, now he stands there in your room, with a human shaped bag that smells of death.
"he deserved it hayati, we need to get rid of it." He stated matter of factly.
"of course you're dragging me into this, and don't put that on my bed."
Pushing off the bag letting it roll like a limp sushi on the floor. He really needs to check his manners, and it didn't help that he came when your parents were asleep downstairs!
"your lucky Im your girlfriend."
Already getting up to get the hand held saw and rubber gloves since you didnt want to be messy, and you were probably going to have to wear a shirt you dont like so it could be burned.
"damn right, I'll be waiting for you in the car."
"yeah but bring that shit with you, I dont want it stinking up my room." Reminding since he seems to forget your just a civilian who cant lift 50+ pounds.
Yan!damian never felt this in love before, he know it is with how his heart is always thumping hard against his ribs like a bird trying to escape its cage, his eyes dilated and everything you do seem to capture his attention.
You're literally covered in blood, the cleaver hacking away at the upper part of the guy's body whilst he did the bottom half since it would be quicker. Maybe he enjoys doing this because he could see you in that red substance that makes you more alluring, this man deserved it. It repeated in his head over and over, trying to justify his own sick actions. But he has been doing this for years, you seemed to not care but still heavily scolded him for doing so.
The nerve of him.
You thought, he was always so casual with this but it was annoying how he couldnt even wait a full year! Sure this was a one time thing but truly you thought he might have gone a whole year without killing anyone.
Maybe its because you expected too much, well your helping him now so there is no turning back...
After doing that you both drove out of gotham with those parts, 30 minutes. Thats all you both had before having to go back so after a good drive he stops at a random area and starts digging three inch holes to let nature decompose the body faster.
You dragged the upper part of the torso trying not to trip on the veins around the area before putting it in the biggest hole, and he did the rest in putting the other parts away.
Yan!damian is now in your apartment just finished up showering, and of course he is wearing one of your clothes. A plain black fitted top and sweats you rarely use now because of how you had many types of nighties, of course you were tired with all the dragging and driving so immediately you passed out when the pillows hit your head after cleaning up.
Damian knew police wouldn't really look anywhere outside gotham and usually 24 miles so the body wouldn't be found, it would probably rot and be eaten by bugs and create mushroom spores since the location was filled with trees and greenery so it would fit right in.
Time skip
Its been a few months from that on so you had probably forgotten about it but its somewhat still fresh on his mind.
Yan!damian always checking up on you, walking you to your classes and giving you food(?) he always says "I just thought you might have forgotten breakfast, take it." Or "I heard you like this candy/drink/food so I bought it since I passed by 711."
Trust me this man doesnt eat anything he doesn't find fitting, gummies? That's not halal, chocolate? But its not dark chocolate so no.
It is hard to read him and know what he liked but you managed, he liked art but that one was too obvious and the animals part too. He's a sucker for sweets but only the good stuff.
Of course yan!reader also keeps tabs on him, all in the hopes of keeping track, spiking the food you made for him with a nano tracking device so it would stick in his esophagus. It's small enough he wouldn't notice but could at least track him inside or outside of gotham which was worth the effort on making it.
Yan!damian holding your hands when you complained of being cold even though you had three layers on, a shitty excuse he obviously indulges since he likes to hold you in some way.
"do you want to check out the new cat cafe with me?" He just suddenly asks, he cant help it. Usually on patrols he keeps track of stores and quiet places that might be perfect for a date, his rough warm hands somewhat tightening on your softer ones.
"sure damian, what time?"
"3pm in the afternoon, dont be late."
Ngl I made it a sweet ending bc I was kinda stuck in the whole murdering people part so I made it a little wholesome(even if its not, stop looking at me weird😭)
Its not like my other content because its about the DC community and how I view some of his fans, I literally hate it when they baby-fie his character to the point where is this even dick grayson? How in SOME reddit posts, twitter posts and even tumbler post have the same fucking description of him as this dumb himbo who is just 'oh look at me I got abs and a slutty waist'.
He is literally being objectified more than being understood as a character! Yes he is canonically attractive and dramatic but he isnt so dumb to the point where its cringe to read(and yes I do know those 'headcanons' are just what others personally think of him but its literally undermining him entirely and his own complexity like what they did with cass!)
And yes I do believe that him being happy and this ray of sunshine is rather a comping mechanism since he avoids conflict naturally and how emotionally stimulated he is to the point of not even wanting to fight or do anything specifically negative in the first place!
And I dont really like the whole sexualization of him when he was literally raped in a comic and its just the fact that him being not aware of his appeal is headcannoned when he literally is conscious of how others perceive him thats why he acts the way he does. Its a little annoying for the people who are his fans and how they undermine a the psychological damage that does to a person especially one who was the first robin who got the brunt of bruce's inexperience with children and with a rowdy assistant.
And personally the DC fans dont fail as hard especially if they have a big fanbase for that character and I do understand some fans dont do that but Im especially talking about those fans who make those headcannons where they only see the characters in the fanbases lens than the cannon character itself and how I do believe. I might not be a personally big fan of him but I do understand the character well enough to realize that its an irony that the fans do him dirty, from fanfics I read and comics I also read because I also enjoy delving into the characters psyche because I can relate and empathize with them as a person wholy than something the fandom makes them out to be.
Warning; damian in your closet, clothes stealing, shit dialog, feet fetish(?) aka shoes. Reader is unhinged, she likes hellokitty😬
Yan!reader; *just staring intently at Damian literally in her closet.* "What the fuck are you doing?? *She wasnt even shocked, the only thing she was shocked about was how he holding up your favorite top you got in a thrift store probably good will.*
Yan!damian; "your fashion is as dry as your come backs beloved, Im getting you a new wardrobe." *Because as beautiful as you look in these clothes he cannot fathom how his future wife is shopping for second hand clothes, it is absurd!*
Yan!reader; "first off rude, second of all. GET OUT MY DAMN CLOSET!"
*You literally doing the most random day to day thing.*
Yan!reader; "I wish you were big enough to make me fit inside if I skin you as my birthday suit."
Yan!damian; 👁️👄👁️ what the fuck, no seriously Im considering sending you to arkham one day.
Yan!reader; kinky, I always wondered what its like to be in a straitjacket whilst being fu–
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Busty!reader who enjoys watching Damian's face turns hot and red whenever you hug him on the front, how your arms locked around his body and pressing yourself deeper into him on purpose.
He watches ever time he is in your room, how ridiculous he is getting flustered over globs of fat? He has seen breasts before in a none sexual manner(because he is an artist)
Busty!reader specifically saving low neckline or fitted tops to see his reaction(especially if he was the one who bought those clothes) obviously you cant help find it cute whenever you dressed up for him and watch his lips twitch to not form a smirk.
Busty!reader of course doesn't always tease him since it would lose its effectiveness on him, she sometimes wears his hoodies or pyjamas. But its weird sometimes when he grumbles about how you're trying to 'tempt him' or 'seduce' him with wearing a stupid teddy bear onesie.
"how dare you vex me you succubus." He grumbles whilst at the same time cuddling up next to you.
"I'm going to take that as a compliment."
Busty!reader sometimes forgetting how she has a large chest so she randomly knocks things over accidentally, it was a little funny to Damian watching you get irritated because of it too but he tries to not make it obvious.
Busty!reader forcing damian to have a matching onesie set and taking a picture of you two together without him knowing, of course he counts that as blackmail(which is so dramatic of him🙄)
"I'm not going to post it, and it's not 'black mail' youre just being dramatic."
"No I am not, I dont want any of my brothers getting a hold of this; especially my father."
Its a rather small blurb but I hope you guys enjoyed(^^) I just ran out of ideas putting on this since Im working on other stuff.
I'm contemplating on sharing my oc with you/see what you think and such (I'm free with any feelings you like to share)—mostly because I've been working on her for awhile and sharing her with someone (whose writing is really neat btw ✨️ :)) is making me both giddy and nervous. Plus! I saw you wanted to make friends here! And you seem pretty friendly! Sooo, I figured... that'd give me more of a reason to engage (warning: I'm a bit awkward so I apologize if I sound weird/ramble-y by any chance 😭)!
And! I MIGHT have some Damian content involved with her too? You'll find out more when I show her! I find it fun when others make analysis' and whatnot on these kinds of topics!
Okay. Maybe a bit too much for an ask. 😅😆
Is this okay??
Ofc💖 its okay to be a little awkward bc me too! I do want to be friend w you and i enjoy writing fics in the process so you can send me any request without paying(^^)
And as long as its possible for me to write i'd do it as well, and thx for liking some of my fics even if they are a little weird😅 honestly i hope i'd meet more ppl here to be friends with and also because i dont have much to do besides work and making fanfics too(and also making drawings/paintings)
My platform is free for weirdo's like me(^^) honestly this account is mostly for making fanfics about damian because this year i was a little hyper fixated on him specifically because im reading about him mostly through comic(but sadly some of the writers and artists did him dirty with tbh)
Yay!! 🎉🎉🎉 First of all, thank you so much! 🥰 Second, this is just for fun! So do whatever you think suits best! Third, weirdos stick together! 🩷🩷🩷
Okay! I've been working on her for... a few years actually! 🤔 So they'll definitely be a lot to see! And the other information including Damian will be at the bottom. Anywho!
Meet...
EDEN SAOIRSE aka “Servant of Bliss”!
[ CREATED BY REDACTED ]
🦌 👁🗨 🍎 🌳 🗡 💛 🌾
Artificial Martyr.
15-years-old (currently).
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PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Eden is a frail, emaciated girl with warm skin doting dark freckles and various scars, empty eye sockets, and thick eyebrows. Her hair is unkempt, chestnut, and back-length. Oftentimes when she's wounded, Eden's blood glows a bright gold.
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HEIGHT : 5’8
WEIGHT : 110 (18.6) lbs.
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WARDROBE
In the cult gardens, she wore a simple green celtic dress with rolled up sleeves, a flower crown on her head, and walked barefoot. When she lost her eyes, she adopted a green cloth over her sockets (formerly).
When Fionn took her in, Eden wore a dark-green walking cape with a green long-sleeved t-shirt dress underneath, brown leggings, and brown dubarry boots. Her old cloth was discarded for another one with a golden Tree of Life emblem (which is the attire she wears currently).
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ORIGINS
[ TW // Self-harm, attempted s*icide ]
[ CHAPTER 1 : PARADISE ]
Eden was made in Wicklow, Ireland by a cult of green martyrs and The Witness—an entity whose divine, sacrificial blessings promised the cultists eternal happiness. The creature would entrust its “kin” to nurture its creation to fulfill the happiness they desired. When Eden's health was in fruition, she was placed into isolation in the cult gardens, where her Martyr nature flourished and happiness thrived. Young Eden served as a blessed gardener whose inherit sacrifices nurtured the gardens; her spilled gold blood like a mist that carried warmth and bliss; her every breath spread fertility and growth wherever she walked; and her presence alone was a field that protected the gardens from corruption and evil.
The cultists would visit her on rare occasions with lessons about labor and self-sacrifice; extending them not just for the gardens but the people who cherished them. This was tested when a weeping mother brought her newborn into the gardens, and pleaded for Eden to help her child see—prompting the girl to make a painful but unwavering choice to sacrifice her own eyes; giving up her sight for the child to see and experience the world happily. Eden's sacrifice earned the cult’s adoration; they revered her willingness to sacrifice, endure labor, and unwavering innocence to believe her pain was necessary for others’ happiness.
When Eden was isolated, she would befriend and care for animals who wandered the gardens—and were drawn to her edenic presence. From them, she learned to use her remaining senses to further spread and fertilize the gardens for visitors. One of the animals she learned from was a deer, whose delicate pace taught her to approach her work with equal delicacy. But what struck her was the deer's instinctive and playful nature; she would replicate its behavior and attempt to match its pace to play and interact—eventually creating a quiet bond of two creatures who were like kindred spirits.
One day, when playing with the deer, Eden would discover an old chamber door that she never saw before—covered in twigs and moss. She felt an unexpected pull to see what's inside but was quick to hesitate, and felt the door was abandoned for a reason, despite the deer’s encouragement to get closer. This hesitation would override her wonder and leave the door be—but would be followed by dreams about an unfamiliar girl drawn to the same door afterwards. These dreams went on days after her discovery to a point she couldn't ignore the door's importance. Eventually, Eden accompanied the deer to finally open the door and enter the dark chamber, forced to navigate its cold walls and decaying smells.
This old chamber leads Eden to accidentally cut a finger from a rust dagger and activate a moment of unnatural sight, while revealing a horrifying scene: the room she stepped in was covered in bloodied remnants, where rotting corpses, old tools, and documents for sacrificial rituals were scattered. Eden would explore this horrific room—prick her finger again—and realize these rituals were orchestrated by The Witness and her community. Another scratch would trigger Eden's heart to pulse with a misplaced but familiar memory; the girl in her dreams was Croía Saoirse; one of many sacrifices lured by The Witness and whose heart became Eden's to give her life. More memories unraveled the more Eden explored the chamber; each from a different person; a different sacrifice; revealing secrets about the cult’s actions, and forcing her to witness the brutal truth behind her existence: the paradise she embodies came at the cost of unwilling lives taken in gruesome rituals.
Eden would flee the chamber in utter horror and disbelief, unwilling to reconcile the truth about the cult despite the evidence she witnessed. Yet she couldn't ignore a nagging feeling that the gardens felt more like a cage than a paradise, a place filled with bloodshed and betrayal, even when she struggled to accept it. Following Eden's discovery, her nightmares became more frequent; more brutal and vivid than the last; forcing her to relive the fear and suffering those sacrifices were forced into—all so Eden would exist. Every waking night from these dreams forced her to question everything she had known and believed about her nature, her purpose, and her community.
To Eden, these sacrifices were given no choice nor an ounce of mercy; they needed peace from all the horrors they experienced, and she too, needed an escape from the fake paradise. Eventually, Eden took action and made a painful choice—not one of giving but taking: she burned the gardens she nurtured and the cult grounds with it, spreading the flames everywhere the cult had touched. Eden found her escape and would leave the community and their horrors to die in the flames.
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[ CHAPTER 2 : FALLEN ]
Sometime after escaping the cult, however, Eden would discover that a majority of cultists were once civilians who disappeared without a trace—lured away by The Witness's promise for happiness. Connecting these missing individuals from her dreams brought Eden immense guilt and dread; forcing her to realize the cultists were just as manipulated as she was; fallen stray by their own desires being taken advantage of. Eden would have the grim thought that she acted no better than the cultists; she took away lives and their potential for freedom so she can gain hers; without thinking about the consequences for the world beyond the gardens.
Eden subjected herself into isolation some time after this discovery and struggled to adapt to her environment—unfamiliar with the outside world nor its inhabitants and realized that she became more exhausted since her escape. Fortunately, a gruff man named Fionn Saoirse would discover Eden and invited her into his home. However, their relationship started with a quiet tension; although Fionn never said this out loud; he saw so much of his missing daughter—Croía Saoirse—in Eden’s appearance. When Eden learns about his grief, she would decide to help ease his pain by attempting to do his chores, despite not knowing how to do a majority of them. Fionn would realize the girl's obvious inexperience; stop her from unnecessarily exhausting herself; and convince her to let him teach her how to do his chores if she wanted to help. Fionn's teachings encouraged Eden to realize that kindness is a two-way path; receiving care is as fulfilling as giving care. In turn, Eden helped Fionn to experience happiness again and reconnect with the world.
However, Croía's death would interfere with their bond again when Fionn revealed that she was his daughter. Eden had felt responsible for the girl's life that was stolen for hers. And now, thinking about the bind Fionn and Croía had made her wonder whether it was best if she didn't exist at all—and if the world would be happier without her. Eden ran away before she could confess to Fionn about the truth, fearing that telling him would cause more harm than healing.
This would follow with Eden attempting to end her own life at a point after running away. What had stopped her was another life in distress—that life was the same deer in the gardens; now pregnant and in labor. Eden would help the deer find shelter and give birth to a newborn fawn. However, the deer dies just after the fawn's birth. Eden stabbed herself in a desperate attempt to use her blood to save the deer’s life only to fail and realize she can't bring her back. Another reason that stopped Eden from attempting to end her life was the fawn in her arms; who she decided to hold close as she wept for another life that died for her sake—promising to take care of this one innocent life in her place.
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[ CHAPTER 3 : REBIRTH ]
Eden would set herself into isolation again, this time, with the fawn—deciding to care for him alone. She was reduced to her original self in the cult; starving and subjecting to labor for the fawn's sake rather than her own. Eden neglected Fionn's lessons about self-preservation because she felt she didn't deserve to be taught by someone who she had hurt. Second, she felt like she had failed so many lives because she chose herself over others—and felt responsible for their despair. But the fawn would remind Eden of the innocence she thought was lost; that she can live and thrive too; and that she doesn't need to let pain define her existence—and she is allowed to learn from her mistakes and accept freedom. Eventually, when the fawn grew, Eden would let him go—echoing a release of her own pain.
And their departure would encourage Eden to reunite with Fionn. During their heart-to-heart, she realized that he had made his own discovery; Fionn's time with Eden had helped him reflect on his loss in a similar way she had—Eden would never be Croía, he knows now, but no less his daughter. And so, Fionn and Eden found closure. But Eden's journey was not the end.
Eden planned to leave again—only this time, she wanted to continue growing—to honor the memory of all who sacrificed for her. While she felt unsure about where the world will take her, she knew the experience would help her connect with the world while helping others. Before she left, Fionn gifted Eden with a handmade walking stick; a reminder to be grounded amidst turmoil; and to remind her that Eden Saoirse will always have a home in Wicklow, Ireland.
And that home is with Fionn Saoirse.
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PERSONALITY
Eden is known for her unwavering steadfastness and selfless instincts; she often puts others needs before her own and is quick to shoulder burdens without needing to ask (or be asked). This instinct is evident throughout her growth; she starts as a sacrificial gardener who chooses to bleed to keep the gardens thriving; giving up her eyes so a child can experience the world through sight; to taking on Fionn's chores despite not knowing how to do them—all because they were suffering and she had the ability to ease said suffering. Eden never asked for anything in return and found happiness in helping others. She's willing to endure the worst of pain if it means others are protected and happy.
Eden is a very detailed and practical person who cared not just for the gardens or people, but also animals alike—always reliable and hard-working in all kinds of service. Her care is extremely attentive; she notices small cues and shifts through her remaining senses; such as the deer's instinctive and playful nature; and responds to them with quiet, immediate support.
Eden prefers structure and routine, finding comfort in her everyday lifestyle as a sacrificial gardener. When she discovers the cult’s horrific actions, she's shaken by the unexpected truth and initially struggles to process and adapt from it. Even after her escape from the cult, she struggled to adapt to the outside world and was quickly exhausted with the unpredictable terrain of her surroundings. Eden prefers to plan and uses past experiences to make careful decisions—she treats the past as a sacred teacher to her present; choosing to honor her experiences and from the sacrifices; to avoid repeating mistakes—to restore harmony and protect others from further harm.
This caution can get thrown out the window with her selfless instincts; Eden can be stubborn when it comes to supporting and protecting others, resorting to endangering her own needs and preventing her from backing down. She can be willing to carry a lot of responsibilities to a point she's burdened from the load, especially if it's led by moments of guilt; such as leaving the cultists to die when burning the gardens or caring for the fawn after the deer's death. Even worse, her kindness can risk being manipulated or taken advantage of similarly to the cult.
But Eden isn't ignorant and is more than willing to be vulnerable with others—unafraid to admit her mistakes and express her feelings even quietly; giving her a moment to feel when she suffers and share her burdens with others. Her approach is gentle but unassuming; she seeks to understand, share experiences, and be present in others' moments of need. Eden acknowledges the risks that come with her deliberate vulnerability but is willing to risk this and trust that support is mutual.
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MARTYR PHYSIOLOGY
Eden is an Artificial Martyr who inherits a sacrificial nature blended with edenic effects—a product in the practice of human sacrifice and divine blood from an extinct race of Martyrs; angelic accidents whose divine, sacrificial nature doomed them into a meaningless existence and continuous suffering. Her powers come at a personal cost: the more she sacrifices, the more she benefits others. Similarly to Martyrs, Eden has high pain tolerance, can rapidly regenerate blood, and can involuntarily adapt with each act of sacrifice; after giving up her eyes, her body responded with an alternative to give better sight but is accessed only through pain.
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EDENIC BLOOD EMISSION
Eden's blood is blessed with edenic effects when spilled, flowing as not just a liquid but a shimmery mist that wafts through the air—it's almost invisible but carries healing and transformative effects when it reaches others within her vicinity: mending wounds, alleviates physical agony, neutralize toxins and illnesses, even reversing physical deformities and scars. This mist causes others to experience a blissful sensation with their physical beauty enhanced; giving off a sweet fragrance as it passes through the air. The cost comes with each drop of blood Eden spills, which drains her vitality and leaves her physically strained. Losing a lot of blood often leads to exhaustion and if severe, can cause potential death as well.
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OUCH BONUS
Eden can experience irregular heartbeats and chest pains the more blood she loses, forcing her heart to pump harder to work. If toxins enter her bloodstream, it's best to remove the blood so she can purify it and recover.
SACRIFICIAL FACTOR: Blood.
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WOUNDS OF KNOWLEDGE
Each time Eden gains an injury—whether from violence or exploring—she activates a moment of vivid sight. Her surroundings become very detailed and allows her to see the world's tangible secrets; she notices minute details within her surroundings; like a particle of dust or a crack in the wall; gains a visual observation of movements to anticipate; informing her when and where the person will move next; and witnessing a person's physical cues with startling clarity; to a point she can know if someone is lying. This sight is fleeting and relies on how severe her injury is: minor wounds only give a moment's glimpse while severe wounds extend the effect but can overwhelm her senses very quickly. Overusing her brief sight can cause sensory overload; dizziness, migraines, and even mental strain.
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OUCH BONUS
This ability activates only through physical harm. Severe wounds leave permanent scars and carry lingering echoes of knowledge she obtained, which can be misleading sensory-wise.
SACRIFICIAL FACTOR: Eyes.
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MARTYR’S EMBRACE
When Eden brings another person into her arms; like a firm hug; she shares a shred of her own field and transfers all harm meant for them onto herself; physically and willingly putting her life in danger and baring the person’s pain and suffering instead. This is her physical manifestation of selflessness, where her Martyr instincts are pushed to the limits. Each embrace is physically battering but also emotionally draining; forcing Eden to experience echoes of physical and emotional anguish from the people she protected. This power also activates involuntarily during physical affection, albeit it'll drain her less.
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OUCH BONUS
This ability activates only through physical closeness. Severe wounds from this ability also leaves permanent scars; usually on her back.
SACRIFICIAL FACTOR: Skin.
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LIVING PARADISE FIELD
Eden's very presence is a living field for paradise, with each step spreading edenic effects within her environment; oftentimes with a brief golden light underfoot—transforming grass in a lush green, cleaning polluted waters from waste, even calming distressed and hostile animals. People within her vicinity experience inner replenishment; minds feel weightless and clearer, bodies feel healthier and energized, while their spirits become cleansed from corruption. This power is passive and cannot be turned off: Eden's presence spreads these sanctuaries further so long as she is physically present in an area, but risks her body to strain and become fatigued over time.
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OUCH BONUS
This ability requires her life energy to drain to sustain paradise but can cause drowsiness, slower activity, and internal bodily pains. Her weight loss involuntarily contributes to her sacrificial energies. Eden can fall asleep the longer she sustains the paradise and stays in one area for too long.
SACRIFICIAL FACTOR: Soul.
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FURTHER LIMITS / NOTES
Eden cannot resurrect the dead. She tried that with the deer but failed.
Absorbing Eden's pain or powers isn't a good idea. To take either or both means taking on the agony that gave her life; metahumans and empaths with absorption abilities will experience self-sacrificial urges, relive memories from the sacrificed, and bear the emotional and physical burdens she carries on a daily basis.
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TOOLS / SKILLS
ENHANCED SENSES : Eden grew up relying on her remaining senses to navigate the gardens and later the outside world. Her senses sharpened over the years and made her very good at finding details in her surroundings others might miss. Sometimes she can tell when someone's lying with voice alone.
CELTIC KNOT DAGGERS : Acquired from the cult chamber, Eden usually keeps these daggers as tools; whether it's for gathering resources or to navigate her surroundings, even sharpening them when they've chipped. She won't hesitate to inflict harm if the situation calls for it; usually for self-defense but also to protect others.
WOODEN WALKING STICK : A gift from Fionn, Eden uses this handmade walking stick to travel and navigate unfamiliar places. Sometimes it can be used as a weapon or a simple grounding tool.
HERBAL REMEDIES : Collected during Eden's travels, she often uses these herbs for various but specific purposes; some for healing; some for food; some as a fragrance to keep her grounded.
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QUOTES / DIALOGUE
“This place… smells like [cue very specific detail]... tastes like [cue very specific detail]... sounds like [cue very specific detail]... feels like [cue very specific detail]...”
“Paradise is not just a place, my friend; paradise is the happiness we give… even when it will cost us everything.”
“Your pain is very real, and you never have to carry your pain alone.”
“I am not always strong… but I will always try to be there for you.”
“Never forget yourself. Even I learned compassion is a delicate balance. Serve for them and you.”
“I care about you. But I need to protect myself too.”
“Pain can teach us… but only if we are willing to listen.”
“The past will hurt… but it never has to define us. We can honor our past and grow a new path.”
“You can be vulnerable. Releasing your shame and tears takes courage… I know this far too well.”
“I can never take back what was done… but I can choose what I do here and now.”
“Their lives may have been taken, but their stories will never be forgotten.”
“I carry their stories with me—not as burdens, but a reminder of why I have to keep going.”
🌳
Now that you got lore dump, I introduce you to head(canons) that I think would make this fun:
EDEN SAOIRSE CANONS :
NIGHTMARES : Eden dreams about the people sacrificed for her creation; through their eyes, she relives glimpses of their lives and their horrific final moments. She won't mind talking about them but will try sparing others from more graphic details. On some days, she experiences an instinctive deja vu during a specific moment and remembers about a similar situation in very vivid detail—like she's experienced it herself. In response, Eden tends to act and intervene in situations where she realizes a mistake is about to be repeated. It's her way to honor those killed for her existence and protect others from further suffering.
🌳 Eden finds herself to be very attached of Croía's memories the most. She thinks about the joys she once experienced with a bittersweet happiness, recognizing that she at least had a good—while short—life. In a way, they're one of the many things keeping her grounded and remind her she can experience happiness too.
SENSORY COMFORT : Eden's got a habit of sleeping outdoors whenever she stays in some unfamiliar place; laying on the ground—green grass and flowers flourishing underneath her—or the porch while listening to her surroundings with silence and her senses. If she's confined in a new indoor space, she gets nervous and will eventually stress without nature’s “noise” to give her stability.
🌳 Best thing to do is give Eden an object to grab/touch or at least open the windows for hearing the environment she's in.
EATING PROBLEMS : Since Eden focused more on the gardens and community, she grew up never having a need or craving to eat—which was also a part of her Martyr Physiology. It was post-cult, however, where Fionn introduced her to foods; but Eden's first experience with eating made her very, very sick—experiencing intense nausea and stomach aches; her body not at all accustomed to receiving sustenance—becoming a moment of immense horror and pain for her. Fortunately, Fionn responded quickly and took Eden to have medical examinations, where doctors would advise her to take limited and healthier foods to adjust and improve her digestion. Over time, this worked! Unfortunately, because Eden's Martyr Physiology is continuous in draining her reserves, even by bit, her weight loss hasn't changed very much.
🌳 Yes, Eden has emetophobia: she gets very anxious from experiencing sickness, especially when urged to throw up.
DANCING : Eden learned a few traditional dances from Fionn—who would allow her to accompany him in social gatherings; he introduced her to his long-time folk, encouraged her to try different (but healthier) foods, even included her in storytelling circles about folklore or everyday life. To her, it's the dance floor that made gatherings precious; Fionn would encourage Eden to dance with him while teaching her a few moves; a practice which would occasionally come with lighthearted disaster and his folk even being amused/in awe by these innocent moments. Eden misses their dances and hopes to relive them again one day.
🌳 Doesn't stop her from dancing though; sometimes she'll engage in lively dances for groups/especially friends (who help pull her out of her comfort zone)—only because they asked and she felt nostalgic.
HAIR : Eden hardly does anything with her hair nor is she good at caring for it—usually leaving it down or in a loose braid to keep wild strands away. She doesn't see the need to do anything with it. She'll still accept offers for those who want to help or style it for her, but it often comes with difficulties from how knotted it really is.
SLEEPING PATTERNS : Eden is a deep sleeper and is hard to wake on her most exhausted days; especially when her senses become inactive. Don't bother using anything loud—because that usually ends up with near failure. Sometimes you just gotta let sleep take its course.
🌳
Now for Damian... 👉👈☺️
I had a VERY guilty pleasure of shipping these two while developing her (still do)—they gave me the vibe of ride-or-dies, willing to die for each other (and prevent each other from doing so), their physical and emotional differences being so different yet tell a similar story—I was GUSHING! 💛🌳💚🐦
BUT! I've been leaning towards Damian/Eden having a more platonic dynamic! Simply because I think it's better for them and makes things less complicated—since their lives were already oh, so complicated! And you know what?? I love it! Plus! I don't think Eden is ready for that type of relationships/nor would she get it very much... she's still has a lot to learn from before she gets time for any of that! Lol!
Headcanons/shots would be fun regardless!
CREDITS TO GOOGLE DOCS, CANVA, AND SLIGHT TO ARTBREEDER for giving me ideas on putting this together! I hope you enjoy and... well, have fun! Again, thank you so, so much for this! Lemme know and we can engage/talk about this more on the post/or even dms! 🥰🥰
Gawd dam thats a lot(but fun fact I am also christian! Its a little boggling but I will try my best to do her justice as much as I could since my y/n's and reader are more INTJ like me and a bit crazy but still nice to be around.
ALSO! the story telling of your oc is delicious 😋 so i'll maybe write a small blurb headcannon if its okay because Im getting rather busy these days(mostly personal stuff)
But I'll be sure to add you when im finished(^^)
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I'm contemplating on sharing my oc with you/see what you think and such (I'm free with any feelings you like to share)—mostly because I've been working on her for awhile and sharing her with someone (whose writing is really neat btw ✨️ :)) is making me both giddy and nervous. Plus! I saw you wanted to make friends here! And you seem pretty friendly! Sooo, I figured... that'd give me more of a reason to engage (warning: I'm a bit awkward so I apologize if I sound weird/ramble-y by any chance 😭)!
And! I MIGHT have some Damian content involved with her too? You'll find out more when I show her! I find it fun when others make analysis' and whatnot on these kinds of topics!
Okay. Maybe a bit too much for an ask. 😅😆
Is this okay??
Ofc💖 its okay to be a little awkward bc me too! I do want to be friend w you and i enjoy writing fics in the process so you can send me any request without paying(^^)
And as long as its possible for me to write i'd do it as well, and thx for liking some of my fics even if they are a little weird😅 honestly i hope i'd meet more ppl here to be friends with and also because i dont have much to do besides work and making fanfics too(and also making drawings/paintings)
My platform is free for weirdo's like me(^^) honestly this account is mostly for making fanfics about damian because this year i was a little hyper fixated on him specifically because im reading about him mostly through comic(but sadly some of the writers and artists did him dirty with tbh)
Warnings!; murder, cursing, throwing objects, damian being a little bit yan(?), smut, groping, somnophilia, damian being a little perv(bc this is for my own satisfactory want) married at 16 btw! Read at your own discretio⚠️⚠️⚠️
Its a marriage of convenience.
All for the family.
It seems as if you were in deep thought, fitted perfectly into a dress meant for royalty; this life wasn't meant for you. This life, it was what you were trained for since the day you shed your first breath.
The league trained you to be perfect, to be wanted to be something. Of course just like the few selected girls, you were picked to be supervised by talia and you only overheard from the other girls that she was trying to find a suitable wife for damian.
Of course many girls fawned over him, he was handsome and powerful, also strong. Of course you also had a bit of a liking to him but you'd never dream of it. It seems so out of reach.
Only at night the girls seem to be trained, the ones she picked and took out because of some fault or something that she liked. It was all in her favour, she made sure to take note that not only does she want you to be strong but also beautiful; your hands shouldnt be so rough so vaseline is put there in a nightly bases in the many years, how she saw beauty in every woman and made sure to make it truly shine without over shadowing the natural beauty of every girl.
Those years seemed like a haze and now your here.. your hair done in a way to show off your face, the lightness of the makeup and how the dresses neckline was rather low to show of your collar bones and soft skin, unlike the other assassins who were trained harshly there was some extent the luxury of the woman that were picked like resting periods and making sure no scar was on the body etc.
So you didn't know why in the seven virtues you were picked, you tried to not stick out yet it didn't mean you'd slack. In her eyes you were perfect, able to mold to whatever her son wants...
His heart pounded on his chest watching you walk down, it was a traditional arab wedding. Your dress was made to outshine everyone, dripping in a red silk fabric and gold from your ankles to your head dress.
You both couldn't help steal glances whenever the other was distracted, sitting together with you made his heart thump a little quicker, out of a nervous beat as he didnt think he'd even get married this young.. but he wasnt complaining either.
Back when you two were little kids, he'd always sneak into the training grounds where he knew you'd train. So that your skin wouldnt be touched by the harshness of the sun or the blistering heat that could melt anyone's brain. He was specifically smitten with you, out of all the five girls he was a bit curious by you. Not because your your strength or knowledge, but your empathy, no matter how heartless you try to be there was a softness he only knew which made him feel a bit special to think he would know without you even noticing.
He would watch you feed a kitten in a specific route in the forest where you always trained no matter the weather, talia deemed it as perseverance and loyalty but with how he saw it you were just trying to take care of a life that would have a better chance of living a happier life than you. He was honest with what he wanted, but he would only give bits of it to his mother. In the 'first' meeting you had where all the girls were lined up, you were uniformed like the rest but he always seemed to only enjoy viewing your training. He wonders how someone seemingly so cold and calculated could be so kind to something seemingly insignificant in his eyes.
Maybe thats what he liked, how you both were so alike yet so different at the same time. He would never admit he admired you from afar as the years passed till the wedding.
The first night you were a little embarrassed and terse, it was a little cute watching you fumble and seem so shy.
"good night." You said, before awkwardly crawling towards him.
But he didnt move away.
Which was a good sign in your books.
Finally crawling in front of him before giving a soft yet quick peck on his forehead, leaving him a little disappointed. Why didn't you want to kiss him? His breath doesn't smell bad... Besides, he brushed his teeth three times just to kiss you in the altar.
"good night to you too, beloved."
He said under his breath watching as you went to the side of your bed far off from him, like a plague you're afraid to catch. He'll make sure of having you fall for him.
Days seem to go by and he tried to be 'affectionate' which failed a little, maybe you were just a bit paranoid in the new house.. he wondered, it was beautiful though. Somewhere in asia, a cool mountainous region yet your home was located in a long vast grove of land. A dowry for your hand, he did everything he could until he couldnt. Having forced to go back to gotham in the urgent request of his father, but he had an idea; why not bring you with him?
He had read in your notes you really wanted to explore the world, not just because of assassin work. It was the perfect time to flaunt you to his brothers and to explore the city, maybe even spoil you with a shopping spree you never got to have.
Time skip
And so he had made up his mind, it was a little cute watching your face look around in awe at the city whilst the cab drove you two to the manor. He compared you to a curious little dog sticking their head out of the cars window, of course he was pleased with how curious you seemed. He wanted that curiousity to turn into happiness which he didn't know why, it was an urge he really wanted.
Of course Bruce wasn't expecting you, neither did his brothers. They thought you were some servant girl he brought since damian said one butler wasn't enough when he first came here like the sassy child he was.
Of course it was a strange sight, especially for bruce, how did his blood thirsty arrogant and almost self-centered child be so gentle especially with this girl? Mind you they both were teens, so how does he even know how to treat a woman kindly? But he isnt complaining, seeing them together was refreshing and how damian nearly did a 180.
He was actually soft spoken yet the stern authority was still there, but he clearly wasnt the very affectionate type sure lingering touches here and there but he would never kiss you in public or better yet in front of them.
"I seriously dont understand why my family is so keen on me being 'different' now, I'm perfectly fine back then." He said gruffly whilst you were sitting on his back counting his push ups.
"maybe its because you always look mean." Not helping to comment, he couldnt help huff in amusement since you actually listened to his command about being honest.
"I do not look mean."
"of course, whatever you want to believe dear." If he could give a glare he would, but you were literally on his back acting as weights since he made a rather shitty excuse of the weights slipping off or something.
"oh what is that supposed to—"
"I cut some fruit for you, its in the fridge if you want."
Of course he wanted to talk more, enjoying the bit of banter he had with his wife but then again chilled fruit does sound nice..
"the one with a bit of condensed milk?"
"yes."
It was a bit annoying how you knew he liked sweets, he was irritated how you knew his favorites and how you always seemed so calm.. your voice never even raised, he rarely sees you being excited besides being curious.
He wants to spend time with you, but he doesn't know how... He enjoyed those small things; lingering touches and heated gaze, but he understood you didn't want to do anything yet. You were still too innocent for him to truly ruin.
He watched as you slept, beside him on his twin sized bed. You had insisted on always staying beside him(much to his delight) his gaze lingered on the calmness that washed over your expression. How peaceful you looked out of the league...
Maybe all you needed was him.
He wanted to take care of you, love you, feel you against him. But he doesnt know how...
His own thoughts were cut short as his eye lids grew heavy, maybe tomorrow he'd talk about it more with you if he saw the chance...
"I love you." He heard your voice called, like a siren luring him into the depths of the cool water she lurked. He could feel you, how suddenly you were bare a top him, your desperate mewls filled his ears watching as you bounced on his cock, wet squealing noises whenever your hips smacked down into his, he watched your cock drunken expression before his widened eyes trailed down into your breast bouncing within the rhythm you were in, how they bouncing on circles, like they were trying to seduce him. it was so tempting to just grab them and suckle on them like his life depended on it, he felt your walls clenching and how the bulge on your lower stomach pokes out. "Do you see that dear? I can feel you–" moaning out, pouty lips being bitten by your teeth trying to muffle all the sounds you were making. The thin sheath of sweat and musk wrapped around you like a glazed doubtnut, his body lurching upward to take your lips into his. "Its s'much damian–" it was a soft pathetic cry he drank into that kiss.
The soft rumble grows in something deep within his chest.
He wanted.
No.
He needed to feel you.
All of you,
He called out your name like a prayer, his hands gripping on your hips and watching the fat poke out in between his fingers where he grabbed you. "That's it— go hah, go faster beloved. I want to feel all of you." He couldn't believe what he was saying– but it wasnt a lie.he did want to feel you.
It feels so real, how his hot tip pressed against your cervix and how those tight untouched walls felt like it was trying to keep him stuck inside you for as long as you wanted.
He saw you smiling, it was sultry and pleased.
Before anything could even happen he woke up, in a cold sweat heavy laboured breathing as he turned towards the time; it was 3;04. He then turned to you.
Good.
You were still asleep.
He was somewhat relieved you didn't wake up with any noise he made, your back turned as he watched your steady breathing for a few moments before the familiar dull heat making him look down at the obvious tent that formed on his sweat pants.
"dammit."
It made him feel so needy, which he didn't like. It was supposed to be the other way around, it made him feel like a loser hiding away in the bathroom to beat it using your dirty panties.
When did he start becoming this desperate? He is the son of batman, heir to the League and his own damn wife is making him do this.
He let out a sigh, the soft silky material in his palms. He needed to focus, his throbbing cock pointed upward on his lower abdomen, the reddish mushroom tip greeted him as he carefully collected the leaking pre-cum on his tip, the rough pads of his thumb. It was embarrassing how much it was, his movements grew bolder as the slick built up along his shaft, it didnt matter how heavy and hot it felt on his rough palm.
He was thinking of it.
How much sweeter your voice sounded whenever your flustered or embarrassed, how much softer your hands would be when you'd stroke. He wondered if your mouth could even go all the way in or would you be rather sloppy at it? Those things make him feel things he hasnt felt, to desire someone.
He felt his cock twitch in his palm as he started to speed up the pace, the soft fabric of your panties growing wet on its seam with how much his tip was leaking.
He wants you more than anything, but he needs a strategy to not scare you off since he's acting like a dog in heat right now.
Rutting his hips on his own hand like his life depended on it.
"what a mess.." he murmured, looking at his palm and dirty underwear he was still holding onto.
Well this was going to be hard to explain.. well not unless he did the laundry for you, it'll be something like simple domestic house work.
He cant let you see his shame.
Not yet, not when he was so close to getting to know you for you.
It might take years but he can wait.
Im a patient man, I just need you to stick much longer.
And so he did your laundry and his that night when you were still asleep, of course you'd sleep so peacefully when you knew that there was no danger in the house of the Waynes.
His beloved wife.
One he will never let go until death.
He was content with it, with you. He was even a little glad this arrangement happened in the first place even when he was a little upset at first.
Well that was a long ass yapping session👁️ I was a little embarrassed writing this but the closing was better than I originally wanted which is great(^^)
Damian becoming the Doctor of the family, treating the Bats when they're injured, and taking care of them... But doing so in the most evil unhinged ways possible.
Damian, injecting something into Bruce's arm: I'll give you an anesthetic but you are in no condition to fight, Father. You'll be on bed rest until I clear you.
Bruce, already standing up, no fucks given: Thanks, Damian. But I really need to catch these people, they are– They–
Bruce: *Begins to stumble in place* They– y-you–
Damian:
Bruce, falling to the ground: W-what did you–?
*Evil boss music starts playing in the background*
Damian, slowly approaching: Oh, sorry, did I said I would give you anesthetic? I meant to say a paralyzing agent.
Bruce:
Damian: Don't worry, Father, Black Bat will take care of the case...
Damian, carrying Bruce back to bed:And you, as I said, will be on bed rest until I clear you.
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Lowkey dislike nika and Damian being together and idk what to do abt it cause ppl are shipping it left and right and my TikTok is showing me them as if I just didn’t press not interested like bro wtf 💔😭
And ppl are right to have their opinion but not when it shows on my fyp like lease bro leave me alone 🥀
And if you don’t like this post you don’t have to like it it’s just my opinion
Not a fan of Daminika but I'm neutral about Nika overall. I've already list my criticisms about the ship (you could probably see them in my blog/some I plan refining with time) but I'll say that its shippers are unreasonably confrontational and mean—especially if others express a different opinion about the ship or Nika herself. Some are even willing to take screenshots and send the post to Twitter (instead of interacting on the post? I don't understand why they couldn't have a discussion instead of talking to their groups without the users knowledge? Knowing they might not be aware you're talking low on them? ON ANOTHER SITE?? Are we serious???). I'll also add not all Daminika shippers are like this. It's a majority. Not everyone but a bunch.
I also think of them as... I dare say... hypocrites? I'm no Damijon shipper. Yet I see Daminika fans say Damijon fans are toxic yet they turn around and attack them just as badly. It's like they're no different than the group they say are bad! Those who don't ship either get caught in the mix too! Surprisingly, the Damijon shippers I've interacted with were pretty nice and more accepting, imo.
I'm slightly becoming nicer about Daminika but their shippers attitudes to criticism and those with different feelings ruins some capacity to change much of my mind about the ship.
I don't know. These are just my feelings and my feelings alone based from what I've observed and experienced (not much than what others experienced I guess). 🤷♀️
No because facts! Like the daminika fans act like they are the most 'normal' ship because they say that "oh but there is a three year age gap between damian and jon—" or just generally bash other ships that arent even canon and the creator to the video literally had an argument with them abt it😬 i just somehow happen to be in the middle of it.
I cant help but rant because nika(no hate to her) she literally was made to "humble" damian, by quotes of the writer even though I feel like there is more to that then to just exist to literally humble damian.
Damian is already growing in the comics, as a person and hero so I dont see the reason to her being attached to damian even. And the whole comic I first read made me cringe, bc what do you mean she had suddenly became a leader and death man being so 'terrified' because she went crazy?? I had to read it twice to even get it.
And to be honest flatline fans are becoming so much horrible than the wonderwoman fans or literal mha fans💀 and not to mention the comic(yes again)
Like wym they all had a beach episode like its a fucking anime?? First off the reason for hawke trying to kill damian is somewhat valid but to be honest flatline is literally just there.
I just commented how hawke and damian have a better enemies to lovers vibe and then suddenly im but attacked. Like calm down I was just trying to comment and not start a whole war bc damn😭👁️👁️