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✦ GIFTOBER 2024 (+ @mcuchallenge) | Day 28/31: MESS

CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016) BLACK WIDOW (2021)

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I hope we can finally go on a date with Xiao during this Lantern Rite.

Come on Hoyo, you've been clamjamming/cockblocking us for years, let us have this.

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Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling Masterlist

Okay but imagine when the kids in the Batfam get darlings of their own besides Daughter!Darling and Mother!Darling

Dick and Barbara sharing a darling so when Dick is talking about his girlfriend at breakfast one morning Mother!Darling thinks he is talking about Barbara but then Barbara comes by and starts talking about their girlfriend and Mother!Darling feels like she is about to have a stroke, like god above just stop. She doesn’t even ask or has to because Dick is just gushing about her nonstop and asking her what do she think she would like for a Christmas gift or when they can have a family dinner or if Daughter!Darling can stay with him for a few days in Bludhaven to meet her.

Jason never really brings his own darling up, like they find out about her when there is a crisis state in Gotham and they are talking about the Batcave being the heir safe house and he just brings his darling over and she looks like she has seen a ghost all the time. Cue Mother!Darling looking back and forth between Jason and his darling with a what the hell expression on her fact because when was he going to mention that her had a girl living in his apartment against her will and the best excuse he can come up with is

“Her family was already dead-“

“Jason!”

“What?”

Then Tim, he is casual about his darling, brings her with him whenever he goes back to the manor, probably leaves her there sometimes to spend a few nights when he is covering an important case. So naturally he’ll come back to find his darling with Mother!Darling and Daughter!Darling having a therapy session while doing each other’s nails and skincare. Mother!Darling just waves Tim off, telling him to come back in a few hours when they’re done because this is a lot to unpack.

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the people wanted more youtube worldbuilding ^^

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Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling Masterlist

I’m thinking about Daughter!Darling and Mother!Darling spending the holidays with the Batfam and sure it is quite a nice time of year because all of the parties mean they are out of the manor more, but it also means they spend more time with their family. Dick wants to take her out places, the park for snowball fights and sledding and maybe when she is little take her to go see Santa. Jason just wants to relax, maybe wrap his little sister up in a blanket and watch a Christmas movie or read her a book before bed. Tim takes her out shopping to get her to buy presents for everyone with his money and take her out to lunch after or something. Damian didn’t really grow up celebrating the holidays so he wants to join in on his sister’s and stepmother’s traditions like making Christmas candy, which he doesn’t understand why they would want to make it themselves since it is hot and it could burn them and it could be much higher quality when someone else makes it. Stephanie, Cassandra, and even Barbara take her out shopping for a Christmas dress since that was a tradition she had with her mother and Stephanie and Cass are like her sisters now. Even Kate comes by to take her favorite girls out, and they are over at her apartment, Daughter!Darling snuggled between her mother and Kate while watching a movie. When Duke comes along he takes her ice skating since no one else will since they are scared she will fall and break something, but he’s there to protect her.

Then Bruce takes her to holiday parties and galas with him, her all dressed up in the dress Stephanie probably picked out for her, her mother on Bruce’s arm and in a dress that probably costs as much as a house. When she is little she is fawned over by all the elites, telling Bruce and her mother that their little girl looks just like a doll. When she gets older the parties get a little more bearable, because of her boyfriend sneaking her off during the parties, sneaking off outside and giving her his coat and hiding from her father and siblings.

Then there are the gifts, it’s always things they want her to like, doesn’t matter is she does or not, a set of paints, signing her up for ballet classes, taking her to get her ears pierced, a book of French poetry, you get the idea. There are only three people who get her gifts that show they actually know her, her mother, Selina Kyle, and her boyfriend even as crazy as he actually is.

Her mother remembers her own family traditions from before she married Bruce, and one of them are handing down family heirlooms and that tradition becomes very important to her daughter just like it did with her mother. So every year her mom gives her something that has been passed down through her family, an old necklace, earrings, bracelets, books, you get the idea.

Selina Kyle becomes her mother’s best friend and kind of an aunt to her daughter so on Christmas Eve when she comes to see them she discretely hands her a little box with a silver heart locket inside, she remembered overhearing that she always wanted one but didn’t want to ask her mom because her mom would get it in the blink of an eye and she already gives her the world. Just don’t ask where she got it because she may have broken her clear streak to make her happy.

Then her boyfriend, as rich as he is he knows it’s the little things that matter. So instead of some grand gesture for a present, he pulls her aside at a party and gives her a book, a scrapbook he made of photos of them with little paragraphs, letters to her and what he feels. Sometimes something handmade can be worth more than any diamond necklace. He’ll save a ring for when they get engaged along and a court of owls mask is for when they get married.

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Okay I am thinking about Yandere!Clark Kent

Being his darling would be unbearable because he is so over protective.

Like sure she looks like a perfect housewife, but cooking? No Clark does that, son utensils are sharp and she could cut herself. Cleaning? No some cleaning products have chemicals that could hurt her in them, just let him do it. Shopping? What if someone at the store hurts her or something that was glass falls off the shelf and breaks on her head, he can just handle that after work. She can’t watch TV, Clark is a reporter and there are so many awful things in the world that he doesn’t want her to see. She doesn’t host anyone because Clark is worried they might hurt her, unless it’s another Justice League member and their darling.

She has a garden…

She can knit…

She can read the books he picked out…

She can draw or paint when they have the supplies…

She can eat…

She can sleep…

And that is what her life amounts to…

Well until they have kids that is, and no they will not just be having one, four at the very least, probably more.

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Imagine Daughter!Reader pulls a "I'm gonna fake a crush on my brother's best friend so I can make them ALL uncomfortable" but it backfires and the best friend actually likes her back😭? (obviously daughter!reader's age will depend on the batboys bestfriend so no weird stuff going on in this ask dw) Like for Dick, Wally West. Maybe she asks the question "What else can go fast?" or something odd. Then for Jason, Roy Harper she asks him to teach her archery. Jason probably trusting her(maybe) he let's it go on but then catches Roy looking at her differently. Then for the others the same thing, like Tim- Conner. Something like REALLLLLLLLY kid-ish for Jon Kent if you feel like adding Damian's best friend. (These are all separate so no harem thing going on thank god.) Thank you for reading!!!!!<3

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YES OH MY GOD I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS!

So realistically because she is the youngest, her crush would be on either Jon because he would only be a year older than her, or Connor who may be a bit older (physically, cause he was a lab child) but still within that reasonable age. Then in actual canon she has a boyfriend, who may be a lot little crazy, but they’re in love… right?

But anyway for this let’s say her age differs on each scenario in this okay

Okay Dick is just sitting there the like what the hell the moment he walks back in living room to see his little sister laughing and chatting with Wally, sitting way too close for comfort. Dick tries to show some self restraint, give the benefit of the doubt, but let’s be honest when Wally West falls in love it is head over heels and it is something that happens in an instant, basically love at first sight, she wouldn’t have to say anything to him, she just has to walk into a room. Then cue Dick ending up as a third wheel for the rest of the day, it probably gets to the point where Dick comes up with some excuse of why Wally needs to leave early and then as Wally is leaving he might ask about Dick’s sister and Dick gives him the biggest side eye ever and he just drops the topic. Then Dick goes back inside and his sister’s hair is all messed up, like a strong wind brew by and she is just holding her phone when she wasn’t a second ago…

“What…happened?”

“I think Wally put his number in my phone…”

“Son of a-“

With Jason and Roy, they are going on a mission together and training beforehand. Sister!Darling just handing around because Bruce and the rest of their siblings are gone and Alfred is out running errands that day, so until they get back Jason has to watch her which Roy thinks is weird because she is a few years younger than them for the sake of this post, but okay. So she is just sitting in the cave, reading a book Jason gave her because she not allowed down there so she’s not allowed to touch anything. Jason walks off to go find a different type of bullet and asks Roy to keep an eye on her because she is not allowed anywhere near the weapons or gear, and Roy just looks at her and waves her over…

“Cmon’ wanna try taking a shot?”

“Um… I don’t know-“

“I can teach you.”

So he does, and I really don’t know how to describe it besides this scene from Princess Diaries and just imagine when Jason comes back and found his best friend holding his little sister from the back, his cheek practically pressed against hers. He just loudly clears her throat and tells her that he needs to talk to her and he takes her out of the cave and sends her to her room, locking her in and sends a note to Bruce or whoever going to be home first what happened and where she is. Then he does back downstairs and Roy has the guts to ask if she is single and Jason just can’t…

“Fuck off Roy, she’s off limits.”

Now Tim has a harder time shaking off his friend, and I mean going by Connor in the comics (cause we don’t talk about Connor in Young Justice here) he is a bit of a headstrong personality and cocky, so if Connor and his sister are chatting and teasing each other he doesn’t really think much of it literally until he finds them kissing, a hand on her thigh and on the back of her neck and Connor is slightly levitating. Tim waits until Connor leaves and then he questions his sister about it, and she fesses up to basically trying to get on Tim’s nerves by flirting with his best friend but Connor ended up actually liking her, like a lot and one thing led to another and they were making out and have been texting for weeks and Tim didn’t think of it twice because it was Connor.

So then Tim asks Bruce to try to intervene by asking Clark for help but Connor has already gushed about his situationship with her to literally everyone in the Kent Family, and Clark has already gave Connor advice to ask her out and ideas for dates and it even got to the point where Ma and Pa are asking about when they can meet her because she sounds like a sweet girl. She just dug herself in a hole with this one, platonic Yandere!Superfam anyone?

Then Damian, well this is just kiddy love with his sister and Jon, and Damian knows that but it doesn’t mean he is okay with it. Whenever Jon is is over they are always talking, and Jon is just trying to impress her with his (half) kryptonian powers. Meanwhile Damian is giving Jon the side eye and really it’s nothing but that doesn’t stop him from running to go tell Bruce about it, what if it evolves into something more when they get older. So Bruce goes to talk to Clark about it and Clark doesn’t think it’s a big deal, they’re just kids and this is how kids are and so Damian just has to watch while Jon pushes her on the swings and deal with the fact that she just wants to spend time with Jon Kent and not him. Ugh.

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may i ask if you gonna write the part 2 of the yandere dc, bcs i really like their fit and i really want a part 2, but is ok if you don't want to.

Are you talking about my Yandere Justice League posts? Or a specific post? I’m sorry I just post a lot of yandere dc content

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He would be a perfect golden retriever husband and then the incident happens

Or imagine they have a kid or something, cause less be honest Harvey would want kids before what happened, and when the kid sees him for the first time after what happened and his kid just starts crying, saying that’s not daddy…

And his wife is just looking up at him, absolutely horrified

Anyone up for Yandere! Harvey Dent x Housewife!Reader ?? I'm so obsessed with him he's literally all I ever think about 💋🥰💋🥰

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OMG YES

And just imagine if they were married before he became Two Face and just, ugh!

Anyone up for Yandere! Harvey Dent x Housewife!Reader ?? I'm so obsessed with him he's literally all I ever think about 💋🥰💋🥰

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BRO

the new Superman movie trailer makes me want to write something for Yandere!Clark Kent

Like ugh!

And also the other DC characters in the trailer had me kicking my feet like a little girl, because half of them have only been in the comics or one animation

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Bro I want to write the most culty, dark, horrifying yandere fic but I am scared it will scare away a lot of my readers

And the thing is the scenes I want to put in are for one of my post popular series at the moment

*sigh*

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FED I HAVE BEEN FED!!!!!

⭒ㅤׂ Do You Think We'll Be In Love Forever? ㅤׂ ⭒

⭒⌒★ Yandere!DC Men x Reader ★⌒⭒

゜。♡ 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 ♡ ｡ ゜

​𓆩☾𓆪 Nightwing - Dick Grayson | بالشب - دیک گریسون

He's mesmerized by the sight of you between his arms. Definite little doll smiling up at him through tear-soaked eyes. He floods your essence with saccharine kisses, sweet vows, and anguished 'I love yous' all paying testimony to his sugar-laced obsession. He's desperate to taste your sweetness on his tongue, lick through your flesh like a lollipop, and unravel your bones with his teeth.

He had been so young once, chasing virtue and strength into every dark alleyway, following bats and hope into vicious nights. Back then, he hadn't understood his mentor's desperation for paper-thin kisses and phony love. But now feeling the push of your body beneath his fingertips makes him understand how satisfying real love can be. To observe you in the sun's gentle rays. To feel your body curled next to his on cold nights. He plays hero under the moon's watchful gaze only to return home to you upon daybreak.

❀࿔ Red Hood - Jason Todd | نقاب قرمز - جیسون تاد

He glides your fingers across his scars, shuddering under the weight of your touch. Stardust cauterizes ancient wounds, licking away the rotten grime. Jason clenches his teeth, there's something so intimidating about the softness of your touch. It stings worse than any crowbar or bullet wound, intruding, harrowing. It's almost like you're plucking the constellations of his past from under his skin, trying to rearrange the stars into something cathartic.

He can't help the hapless way his nails scratch across your bones, the gurgling laugh that escapes his throat. You're Elizabeth Lavenza and Ophelia trying to mend a broken boy, with your wry smile and terrified eyes. Jason traces his lips across yours, his kiss is ravenous, frantic. Faux-hero desperate for an inkling of love, of bliss, of softness.

´ཀ` Arkham Knight - Jason Todd | سلحشور آرکام - جیسون تاد

He likes to think he's shed his human skin long ago. Left it to die in that burning warehouse with his old mask and youth. But when he hears your laughter, that haunting echo reverberates off the edifice walls. He can't help but think maybe, just maybe a trace of humanity still lingers beneath his armor. Your smile glares at him in every carmine puddle he treks through. He dreams it's your blood marring his gauntlets, syrupy sweet as he licks them clean. Daydreams about your ethereal face painted in reds and purples by his iron-clad hands.

His kisses are razor blades cutting through your lips, forcing his love down your throat, and watching as you choke on the rust and ache. He's trying to merge two bodies into one void, to engulf you. Mirror his scars upon your flesh with dull knives and jagged fingernails. He kisses you again, you swear you're going to drown in his sea of red. Maybe that's all the love he has left. He

｡♦｡ Red Robin - Tim Drake | رابین قرمز- تیم دریک

He plays hero in the night, little bird chasing villains and evil by moonlight. When he blinks it's you he sees lying on the couch watching TV. He's starting to think you're his favorite show, afterall your window is about the size of a flat-screen TV and he's always too eager to peak through for the next screening. Episode 84, you're hugging your favorite teddy bear, lost in euphoria as your knuckles turn white around the controller. Tim watches heart in his throat as you claw out the boss's eyes. Sanctimonious champion vying to save the holy princess.

Tim bites his fingers, addresses each tooth mark to you. He pens his love letters upon his own skin, sealing them in red when he finally punctures through. Maybe life is just a video game, an endless kaleidoscope of cutscenes. And he's just a besotted hero dying to kiss the precious princess who doesn't even know he exists.

ꨄ︎ Robin - Damian Wayne| سینه‌سرخ - دامیان وین

His heritage pounds between his bones. The deja vu of an ancestral lifetime runs rapid through his veins as he chases you across the rooftops. His father, his mother, his brothers, always chasing, running after things they know they'll never reach. Your blades clash against his and Damian can't help but wonder if this is the closest he'll ever get to kissing you.

You leave him with paper cuts that feel like venom, like saying 'I love you' while chewing on his bones. He ponders, does his father have the same scars, if Damian pulled away Bruce's skin what would he find? Kittycat claws and dragon bites engraved in the nth-wielded ivory. He feels legacy clawing at his throat as he pictures your fingers between his teeth. Tears blooming in your eyes as he uses diamonds and ceremonial knives to engrave his name upon your flesh. Dotting the I with a heart and entwining each letter. God, he's so tired of being lonely...

🦇 Batman - Bruce Wayne | بتمن - بروس وین

He can't help but pick you apart, chip away at the bones and flesh until he reaches your essence. Dissecting your heart with his tongue and savoring the ichor between his teeth. He's the world's greatest detective and yet he can't unravel his own ardor. This mania, this addiction festering within his crux gnawing at his sanity until every thought is consumed by the cadence of your voice and the stars scintillating in your big doe eyes. This desperate need burning inside of him are you really divinity? Will you bleed glod, if he tears you apart with his teeth?

You're so ethereal squirming beneath, kicking and screaming vying desperately for freedom. He's fought this love for far too long, tried to preserve you in the light. Cover your eyes and ears and make you forget about the monsters that roam in the dark. But he can't not anymore, maybe he never could. Maybe the only way he knows how to love is by trickling his darkness like nectar between your lips and watching as it paints you in his shades.

ᯓ★ Superman - Clark Kent | سوپرمن - کلارک کنت

His kisses melt into your skin sweet like molten sugar drizzled on jasmine rice. Like lava smothering roses, leaving a trail of fragranced ashes. Clark smiles and he notices how you cover your eyes. Like you're staring directly into the sun. Like you're scared of being burnt. Clark can't help but bury his head in the crock of your neck, inhaling your ather. Molten roses and floral ashes he likes the amalgamate of your scents. Like how his presence lingers upon you.

You hold you like a doll, like the little straw dolls his mother used to make. It's easy to be gentle, coddling when everything is so fragile compared to you. He kisses down your neck, your jaw, nuzzling his nose into your soft skin trying to earn a giggle a gold star. Trying to wipe the fear from your eyes. He kisses you again, mumbling cloying words between your lips wishing he could just push his love between your fragile bones.

˚✶˚ Superboy - Conner Kent | سوپربوی - کانر کنت

He's fighting back the urge to peel your heart from between your ribs. To trail kisses across it and marr his lips with your ether. He wonders if your heart beats as frantically as his. He wonders if your ribs rattle when he enters a room.

He wants to push little superboy earings into your ears, to lay upon you the piercings he could never have. It'll be his way of telling the world you belong to him, that you belong to Superboy. And yet he settles for draping his leather jacket across your shoulders when senses a shiver run up your spine. He settles for the friendly hugs and airy hello-kisses. He wants to say he's he loves you. he can't. It's all so annoying, tasting the dead words on his tongue.

𓂃✮ Superman - Jon Kent | سوپرمن - جان کنت

He's scaping his nails along the Hershey's kisses re-aligning the red blue and gold wrapping. It'll be obvious, right? If he leaves them in your locker you'll understand the colored metaphor you'll answer the question he can never ask. You'll know it's him, everyone always does, for the byproduct of the world's greatest hero, he's terrible at keeping his identity a secret.

He blames it on the legacy flooding his lungs. On the promises that beat in his blood. He's born to be a hero, to play the role of savior, but aren't heroes promised love too? Aren't they meant to save the girl from burning skyscrapers and crumbling sidewalks, to fly above the skyline and kiss her in tune with the setting sun? He's so desperate for the sweet fairytale ending, so desperate to kiss the girl who always knows just what to say. He leaves the chocolate in your locker before making a dent in the metal door.

˚｡⋆🪙⋆ ˚｡ Two Face - Harvey Dent | دو چهره - هاروی دنت

He can taste your pain on his tongue, swallow the barbed wire, and relish in the familiar sting of hope, expectation, responsibility. Maybe that's why he can't stop himself from chasing after you. Burning the world demanding you stop him, desperate for a silver of your deficit attention. God, you're so ethereal with his gun aimed at your head, his pretty little girl with big starry eyes laced with dread as they follow the cascade of his coin. 'I know' he wants to scream 'I know what it feels like' but the words never quite spill out that way. And Harv only laughs at his foolish attempts to play hero once more. Sanctimonious bastard, the words reverberate in his skull.

You may claim to be a hero but Two-face knows you'll fall, plunder to the ground like all the rest, that's what happens when you reach for the sky, deem yourself Icarus, and let the flames of glory engulf you until there's nothing left. 'You can't save them' Harv screams only for Harvey to hear. They want to get closer, to slip the coin between your lips and make you taste defeat, maybe then you'll understand why he's so keen a fighting you out of your crusade. Maybe then you'll take their hand willingly, letting them sprinkle kisses like dying stars across your knuckles.  

˙⋆☠︎︎⋆˙ Black Mask - Roman Sionis | نقاب سیاه - رومن سیونیس

He wants to cut out your big heart and sink his teeth into it, engrave himself in every vein, and chew on the heartstrings. HIM he needs to be the only one in that plushie heart of yours. The only one with the right to be graced by your ethereal smile. He wants to awaken to your soft nimble fingers tracing hearts and stars across his chest. Pretty pink lips weaving feathery kisses across the scar of his pacemaker. Giggles tickling his neck as you bid him 'good morning' in that all too cheery voice of yours.

Roman almost moans as he hears his name spill from your mouth, each letter cradled carefully between your lips he can't help but want to push his thumb inside your mouth, to feel your purity and shock. There's so much he wants to call you so much he wants to whisper in your ear as he watches your cheeks glow red. To hold you in his lap and trail his fingers across your legs, to dress you in pretty dresses and short skirts and skin-tight tops. To taste the fear and dread on your tongue palpable like the blood he draws with every kiss.

༄✩༄ Scarecrow - Jonathan Crane | مترسک - جاناتان کرین

He likes the stars in your eyes, the mini constellations spelling out your greatest fears. The tears blooming in the corners of your dopey eyes have his lips twitching. You're so gorgeous like this, curled up on the floor trying to make sense of such an eerie world. Jonathan doesn't anoint himself a fool, he knows it's chimeric to think that you'd love him without the toxin, without the heavy drugs he's spilled into your veins. That's why he keeps you like this, scared and depressed. Always in need of him.

What's your greatest fear? He wonders when you tuck your head between your knees and sob all so quietly as to not disturb him. Is it him you see in your grandest nightmares? Is it the mask jumping at you from within the darkness, or is it Professor Crane abandoning you in such a macabre world? Mask on mask off it makes no difference. He just hopes he's the star of every nightmare, as long as you fear him as much as he fears losing you.

｡??｡ Riddler- Edward Nygma| ریدل - ادوارد نیگما

It's frivolous to think he will not solve this riddle. That he will no unearth this plague you have bestowed upon him. This fixation, this obsession, he needs to understand you, to peel away your skin and glimpse at your inner clock workings. To undo your screws one by one and find out what exists between that haunting laugh and those knowing vicious eyes. To rip apart your wires, and feed upon your mind. To understand, he needs to understand you.

He got close once when he had your neck under his shoe, but the evil lith of your laughter rings across the room and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't unnerved. He doesn't know what question to ask first. 'what have you done to me'? 'why do you think you're better than me?', 'Why don't you love me?' Instead, the silence shatters with your voice, proud melody rivaling his own, your eyes lock on him and he can't suppress his shutter. "Well Eddie, riddle me this. What can kill any man, but isn't even alive itself?"

⁺♡⁺ Deathstroke - Slade Wilson | مرگ سکته - اسلید ویلسون

You're like a shooting star, dancing across the night as you stalk his latest kill. Little asssasin, you know your stuff but he finds your thirst for ineage and morality both exhausting and honorable. Most people grow up and spite out their morals with blood and broken teeth. Let the world's cruel realities claw and gnaw at their skin until it's hardened enough to survive. He's yet to see you extend such a courtesy to the world, makes him think that pulling the trigger on you would be some sort of mercy. Bullet through the heart leaving your body coated in his essence and one final kiss pressed onto your paling lips.

He dosen't notice the inkling of you rattling around in his brain until he realizes that this is the eighth him he's seen you smile at the end of his barrel. Pretty little girl chasing after morals and sand, hoping to escape the endless night by spilling just a little more guilty blood. You look like some sort of ethereal doll, immortal in your innocence and vicious in your virtues. He can respect that, truly but Slade isn't naive enough to think you have what it takes to survive. Maybe that's why he wants all so badly to feed you his victim's hearts and eyes and livers, to push them past your pretty lips, staining them the deepest red. Watching your delicate throat constrict as you swallow everything he gives you. Reveling in the sensation of your greedy little tongue swirling around his fingers licking up the access gore. Can almost picture your smile and stupid little head tilt as you thank him for the 'candygrams'.

⭑.ᐟ Respawn | احیا

Respawn drowns in his love. Pulling apart his heart to lay at your feet. It's all he's ever known, broken boy built to harvest spare parts. But you don't look at him like that, you don't even look at him like an assassin. No, you smile fondly as you nuzzle his neck with your nose. You look at him the way his father used to, like he's actually worth something more. He's never quite kissed you, he's not even sure he knows how. Instead, he holds you close to his chest making sure you hear the dull patter of his jagged heart.

He's born from greatness, left to rot in the dark. He refuses to play pawn, anymore. So maybe that's why, when he finally kisses you -with all the grace of a schoolboy's first kiss- it's so desperate and erratic, clumsily licking your lips and nicking his tongue along your teeth trying to think what his father would do. His fingers dig into your arms, preassing prayers into your flesh, screaming 'Don't leave me, you're all I have left'.

⭑☽ Ghost-Maker - Minhkhoa "Khoa" Khan | روح ساز - مینه خوا "خوا" خان

There's nostalgia in your essence, in your presence, something he can never wash away. He's grown addicted to the erratic reverbate of your pulse between his teeth. Kissing the bites he leaves marring your perfect body.

Why can't you just love him, let him haunt your every thought, and erode those pesky creeds, until he is the only thing you'll ever need? Khoa hates to admit it but he sees something in you, something so reflective of the little boy laying in the sand of the gobi desert, shooting phantom bullets and mocking stars. You scream every time he kisses you, recoil your tongue, and cry at the bitterness sweeping in. But Khao loves the challenge, the fight, loves forcing you into submission, even as your knife digs between his ribs. He's only ever content when your pith floods his mouth and your melodic voice rings through his ears. His precious little princess tucked away between his arms forever.

☾⋆ Phantom-one | روح یک

he never shows you his face. He blames it on his upbringing too used to old rules that he can never escape their clutches not even for you. His kisses are always clouds dancing across your skin, so light and airy they may as well be the wind. But tries to leave traces of himself with every kiss. Desperate pleas for you to look at him, to touch him, to love him back. All so he knows he's alive, still real enough to love.

He's always trapped between the land of the living and the realm of the deceased. Always so gentle with the love he's stolen, so careful to not break his lover, as his mentor did to him. He laces his fingers through your hair, sucks gently on the length of your neck, all while pushing 'I love yous' into your soul, marking you as his forever.

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Ahhhhhh I feel so honored

Mother!Darling is an icon, she’s a legend

You say that I’m Weak, But I’m STRONG!

“Cogito Ergo Sum, I think therefore I Am.” -René Descartes. This post is based off of the Mother and Daughter Darling series by @fancyfeathers which I both love but frustrates me so much because I feel deeply for both the mother and the daughter darlings. This post is also based off of a scene from Tyler Perry’s A Madea Family Funeral. I hope you all enjoy this, merry Christmas -love Delilah aka @rosemaryblossoms.

Warning: language, angst, and maybe some out of character characters, I tried.

Pink: M/n’s dialogue.

Purple: Selina’s dialogue.

Green: Talia Al Ghul’s dialogue.

It was a gathering at Bruce Wayne’s Manor, y/n was glued to Alfred’s side, not wanting to leave the butler’s side though he was more than a butler to him. Alfred gently pet her head, providing her the comfort she needs. To the guest they found it cute and think that she was only shy but as for her Mother. . . It broke her poor heart. She never wanted this and she never asked for this, she hated Bruce and wished that she never loved him in the first place; Her baby was suffering and it was HER fault. M/n couldn’t take it, she whispered to Alfred to keep an eye out for them and to take care of her child as she discreetly rests to put her self together. Her friend Selina Kyle who was absolutely in love with her and completely adores her, knew what was wrong as she followed her into the bathroom in her and Bruce’s (ewww hiss hiss, so gross.) shared room, Unaware of another party joining in.

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M/n lets Selina hold her, she needed it right now as she poured her heart out to Selina as Selina gently kissed her head and pets her hair. Selina helped M/n wipe away her tears and redo her makeup, Selina fixed M/n’s hair and placed her hat on. (I kinda imagined M/n having an outfit that was or was similar to Lady Dimitrescu from Resident evil for this party.)

I wonder what your daughter would think if she would’ve seen you like this?

Mind your business you-

What do you want Talia? I’m not in the mood for it.

I noticed that you were acting strange so I’ve decided to see for myself what was the problem. I don’t think Bruce Wayne or the wonderful guest to see the weak and vulnerable state of his beautiful and ever joyful wife?

Weak? Weak?!

M/n- (trust me she wanted to whoop that ass.)

Listen to me you good for nothing, two faced Strumpet! Oh!- Every day I have to wake up and go about the day working like a dog; Not being able to help my daughter or ask from help from the authorities from these Psychos! I have to smile, kiss, and sleep with the man I used to love and now Hate because if i don’t I would LOSE MY DAUGHTER! And don’t think you’re superior or the cream of the whole damn crop because I know what you did! You drugged his drink so that he would sleep with you and that’s how you got your son which is why I did tell Alfred in advance but he already had his seed in you.

Now why don’t you get your no good keister out of my bathroom and leave! You say I’m weak, Hell I’m STRONG!

Talia gave a glare before she smiled with a menacingly twinkle in her eye, she left without a word but she knew it wouldn’t be the last of her. . .

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I made a playlist for my Always Prey But Never A Bird series/Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling series

Also! I want to do some art/little comic sketches for this series so please send requests for that.

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Always Prey But Never A Bird

Based on the Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling series

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You sat on the edge of Gabriel’s bed, lacing your boots back up after your intimate time together and the pillow talk of getting caught up after it. You stood up and as your weight shifted off the bed you felt Gabriel’s hand come and reach out to rest on top of your own. You turned your head to look at him, he looked sleepy, his cheek pressed against the pillow and he had those pleading puppy dog eyes.

“Stay, please.”

“I wish I could.” You told him, grabbing his hand that is on top of yours and bringing it up to your lips and pressing a kiss on top of the back of it which made him chuckle as his cheeks flush pink. “But right now Gotham needs me, I need to do this.”

“You sound like Batman.”

“Please don’t say that…” You sighed and stood up from the bed completely, letting his hand fall from your grasp as you grabbed your mask from the nightstand and pressed it to your skin. You glanced back at him and smiled. “I… I’ll be back soon if it’s safe.”

“I could keep you safe.” “That’s my job now.” You smiled as you opened the window and you stepped onto the ledge. “I’ll love you.”

“And I adore you.” You jumped from the window after hearing his words, catching yourself midair with grappling onto a nearby building that is closer to the ground, fading from your partner’s sight. Gabriel sighed and rolled onto his back, staring up at his ceiling for a moment before sitting up and grabbing his robe on one of the bed posts and pulling it over his naked body and standing up out of bed and walking to his closet. He stepped inside his closet, flicking through his clothing before picking out a white dress shirt, black dress pants, blue tie, light blue vest, and a pair of black ankle boots. He laid out his clothing on his bed before walking to the bedroom door and cracking it slightly to call out to one of his family’s staff, a maid. “Marie, have the car ready in half an hour after I shower and get dressed.”

“Where should I have the driver take you, young master?”

“The Powers Club.”

“I will lay out your mask while you bathe, young master.”

“Thank you.”

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You sat on a ledge of a building that was very familiar to you, the headquarters of Wayne Enterprises, Wayne Tower, you thought it would be the last place your family would look if they were looking for you and it did give you a great vantage point of Gotham on this stop of your patrol. You yawned and leaned back, your weight resting on your arms as they rested on the cement rooftop beneath you. You probably have said no earlier to conserve your energy since you did not sleep well after your last patrol and your encounter with Talia and your emergency meeting, two hours or so, but you were so caught in the moment of seeing your old love again. 

“Being tired on the job isn’t a good thing, ya know what I mean?” You jumped and nearly screamed in sudden fright of hearing a voice from behind you, you turned your head about to see the familiar suit of Nightwing, your eldest brother, Dick Grayson. You had never even heard him land behind you but then again he had years more experience than you did. He smiled at you and held up his hands as if a silent sign that he came in peace. “Please don’t run, I just wanna talk.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in Bludhaven or something?” You questioned Dick, or rather Nightwing, as he came and sat down next to you, his thigh only an inch or two away from touching your own. 

“Ya, but the old man called me up when Talia gave Robin the news last night, so I’ll be here for a while.” He replied to your question before leaning back on his hands, his arms supporting his weight, sitting like you were before he showed up and scared you. 

“By a while you actually mean when I am back in that house, the manor, right?” You asked your brother and he let out a disappointed sigh as if your words were a wrong or offensive answer to a question he never asked. “I’m never going back there, Nightwing.”

“It’s your home, we just want to see you safe.” He said, his hand coming to rest on your tight, just right above your knee. You felt yourself stiffen up at his touch, your shoulders rising and your head coming slouched down to hide between them, but unluckily for you, your elder brother caught onto your discomfort but still he did not move his hands. “I know you weren’t always happy, but we just want to keep you and mo-”

“She’s not your mom, your parents are dead, Dick.” You cut Dick off before he could finish his sentence which made him sigh yet again, but there was sorrow taking hold of him at your words, the hat in your voice that you buried in you for years. “...she’s my mom…”

“...not everything was bad, do you remember the good days?” You did not answer his question, your arms instead coming to wrap around yourself instead as you looking away from your big brother, instead looking down to the streets you were keeping watch over, and so was he. “You remember when you came to stay with me in Bludhaven for a few weeks? I think Haley likes you more than me, she would always sit by you in the living room and she would snuggle into your stomach at night because of how warm you were.”

“I remember you would make you sleep in your bed at night because you didn’t trust me not to run away because I was sent to stay with you as a punishment and some nights you forgot to turn on the AC after you got back from patrol that  when you held me I got so sweaty and hot some nights that I got a fever and you thought it was just a stomach bug in the morning.” You snapped back after his reminiscing of the good old days, or what he saw as the good old days but you saw as the years of hell. “Honestly if it wasn’t for you all I would probably be in university by now… maybe already graduated and have my own job, my own place, but my only two options were being stuck with you all or this and I prefer this cause at least I have the freedom to choose or myself instead of being tossed around like a doll.”

“I… I’m sorry you feel that way.” That’s all he had to say for his actions, that pissed you off, after everything they had put you through he apologized not for his own actions but for what you thought of it, what you felt. Dick’s hand reached up from your thigh, running up your suit with light as feather touches, up your abdomen, your chest, neck, jawling, cheek, and up to brush your hair out of your face. “Are… are you at least taken care of? Food, water, a place to sleep at night, well a safe place to sleep at night, or whenever you sleep that is? Your suit seems expensive, so I am guessing you have some funds, right? Not stolen money, right?”

“No, we have a sponsor, he looks after us, pays for what we need.” You answered Dick’s question which he silently nodded to, as if he was still processing something. “My friends and I have a safe place we found a few years back that we’ve fixed up, it’s not a lot but it’s a roof over our heads and it’s home… I think so anyway at the very least.”

“Right… just let me know if you need anything, alright?”

“I won’t-”

“Nightshade, do you copy?” Your answer to Dick’s question was interrupted by your commlink shouting in your ear with Foxglove on the other line. You forgot how loud you had it from when you were on your bike, Nightwing could probably hear your teammate’s voice on the other end of the line and you guessed he did from how he leaned in, his ear only inches from your own and the earpiece you wore yourself. You sighed and pressed the button on your wrist that turned your microphone on and off, you had still had it turned off from your time with Gabriel. 

“Nightshade here, what’s up?” you responded before grumbling and speaking up again before Foxglove responded. “Nightwing is here as well…”

“Oh… well I just got word from our contact in the GCPD that there has been a break in at their records hall, apparently there were a few case files stolen, ones that we had worked on them with. I think it might be linked to what you found out the other night.” You heard Foxglove explain and your eyes glanced at Dick’s face, his expression was completely changed, he was in Nightwing mode now/ “The cases were never fully solved, the string of murders of the Winston family two years back, the suspect was found but they were found dead as well. The other one was the assassination of that one private investigator we were working with last year at the southside docks. Our contact also told us that her grave was disturbed last night but they were sending a few cops to keep watch tonight. I got Nettle and Henbane heading down to the GCPD to meet with Commissioner Gordon to give him copies of the case file we have on base and I am having Clove covering their patrol routes, I need you to check out the cemetery, make sure nothing comes by and if you are able to check out the surrounding area, look for any leads that out potential grave robber might have left behind. I’ll also send the autopsy report to you in case you need it, just take a look at it during your watch.”

“Got it, heading out now.” You replied as you stood up from the ledge of Wayne Tower. You glanced over to Dick and he stood up as well which made you sigh and roll your eyes. “And I also believe Nightwing will be joining me on this.”

“Alright… noted, stay safe.”

“I will, Nightshade out.” you pressed the button on your wrist again, turning your microphone off. You glanced at Nightwing and sighed with a shake of your head. “Just… just don’t get in my way.”

“I’ll just be your guardian angel in all of this- Hey, w-wait up!” You jumped off the ledge before he could finish his sentence and you grappled onto a lower building, pulling yourself down to a lower elevation like you did earlier, You landed on the other rooftop, running towards the edge of that rooftop that was on the side of an alleyway where your bike was hidden, you heard Dick’s footsteps running closely behind you as you jumped off the ledge of that rooftop landing right next to your bike… and the Batcycle, a stupid name, but you now knew that Nightwing found your bike before he found you, probably a clue to where you were and how he found you. You sighed as you heard your big brother land behind you, you did not want to look at him right now, but he still placed a hand on your shoulder as he walked next to you. “I guess you’ll be my Robin, huh? Nightwing and Nightshade- or Songbird.”

“Shut up, Nightshade is a plant… just, be quiet.” You slapped his hand away before hopping on your bike, you heard the engine rev up beneath you as you turned the handle bars, speeding out the alleyway, leaving Nightwing behind you as he was just getting on his bike, silently praying you would end up leaving him in the dust.

As you drove down the streets, weaving through the few cars and trucks that were on the road at this late hour, you could see the light of the Batcycle in your rearview mirror, following closely behind you. You groaned and sped up, trying to lose him once again, taking tight turns as you turned onto different streets, trying to get onto the Robbins Bridge and shortcut your way through Bristol and up to the cemetery. You used to avoid missions uptown, it was too close to where you grew up after your golden childhood ended, you never wanted to go back there and get seen by any of your siblings or father. It honestly pissed you off that you did not tell your oldest brother to fuck off the moment you saw him behind you on the rooftop, but instead you let him talk and now you are stuck with him- god what if he followed you back to the warehouse after patrol, then everything could collapse and you could get dragged back to the manor house, that living hell hole. 

You merged onto the Robbins bridge, speeding down the road as you weaved in and out of traffic. You just needed to get to the cemetery, the last time you were there it was to deal with the Scarecrow, or otherwise known as Dr. Jonathan Crane who you met once or twice as a child when your mother visited Gotham University as a sponsor before she married into the Wayne Family, but-

Huh?

You noticed a black car speeding next to you, you probably pissed off a driver that did not like vigilantes but whatever, you just needed to- wait what? You turned your head to glance at the driver to make sure they were not actively trying to hurt you but your heart sank to your gut and your eyes went wide as you saw the driver wearing a mask, white mask with no human details, black eyes and a beak, an owl mask… 

The driver merged closer to you, the car driving in the middle of two lanes, pushing you towards the road border, threatening to push you into opposite traffic and crash you into oncoming traffic. You tried speeding up but then they would speed up, the car kept on getting dangerously close to you, so much so that the car clipped your bike’s mirror. You saw the sparks from the small collision and your eyes went wide as you turned from watching the driver to watching the road and  you did not even notice how close your bike got into oncoming traffic. Your eyes went wide as a car was heading right towards you, you felt like a deer in headlights as you turned your bike without a thought, trying to turn out of the way and not injure any civilians in the process, not realizing you were putting yourself in danger as your bike headed right towards the edge of the bridge until you felt the bike gone beneath you and you were being hurled off towards the seawater of the Upper Bay of Gotham. Your right leg really hurt, your right arm really hurt, they left warm as well, they did not feel broken, but clearly injured…

There was not a missing beat before you saw a flash which you recognized as Nightwing’s costume as he swung himself off of his own bike, a grapple line connecting him to the bridge as he rushed to your rescue, leaving his bike lost to the waters of the bay along with your own. You felt his free arm wrap around your torso which made you hiss out in pain for a reason you could not quite place your finger on in your dazed and panicked state. He pulled the line up mid swing, pulling you back up to the bridge and as soon as you felt the ground beneath your feet you felt your body collapse as if you could not support your weight which made you fall on your right side which already hurt but the added pressure made you scream out in pain. Nightwing knelt down beside you, picking your limp body up in a cradle as your vision began to blur and your body grew numb.

“Hey… we got an emergency on the Robbins bridge, be back soon, get medical prepared.”

…Everything blurred out to black…

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Since Daughter!Reader is normally shown to be afraid of the batfamily(based on multiple asks) which I understand why, do you ever think Batfam has seen her at school, or maybe Damian, has caught her being her at school? Maybe she's a little aggressive she has some pent up feelings. Like Damian is watching from outside Daughter!Reader's classroom as she battles a boy for her paper, and uh oh she curses. "Gimme the- Gimme the goddamn paper! You little rat." She grits out at said boy and smacks him with her paper once she gets it back. (To me Goddamn isn't a curse word but i think the batfam has banned her from saying anything of the sorts so to them it probably is.) Then the rest of the day he just watches as she practically tackles people, hits them playfully, or even lets them play fight her.

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this reminds me of one of my friends in high school, he was on the lights crew for theater, and the cast and crew all called him Rat, affectionately.

So I went to a private school and stuff definitely happened. Still, the thing is it did not happen often cause you would get in trouble, so let's be honest Damian and her would definitely be private school kids, so if this was to happen it would probably be if she had an extracurricular that Bruce would approve of, so not sports cause she could get hurt, she could be a tutor, choir is okay. Still, probably theater or some form of preforming arts and let me tell you as a theater kid who does ballet for a living now, theater kids are the most unhinged people on the planet and this sounds like pure theater kid behavior.

So Damian would be going by the rehearsal room because she forgot the snack that Alfred packed for her because Bruce is tired of her skipping meals so now what she eats is monitored. He just slightly opens the door and he just hears...

"Give me my script you fucking whore or I swear to god your mother never loved you."

Damian just sticks his head in and sees his sister running after one of her friends and people are just talking and acting like nothing wrong, even the theater teacher is just sitting there like this is completely normal behavior before rehearsal.

"oh, I'm the whore? We both know your boyfriend gave you head in the gardens after his tennis practice."

"So what are you going to do about it?"

It just ends up with them chasing each other around the room before rehearsal starts and the teacher gets them in line, then Damian comes in and gives her her snack while they are working on something that doesn't involve her yet and he just looks at her with the harshest glare she has ever seen.

"Say any of that foulmouthed language again and I will tell Father and I am sure he would be more than happy to have you homeschooled."

"Fine, whatever."

After that, her friends really start not liking Damian because he is always keeping an eye out to catch her again, just one slip-up. Like they will be walking in the hallway, chatting during the passing period while on their way to their next class and they pass by Damian and right as they reach their next class she gets a text from Damian...

Your uniform skirt is pulled up four inches too high, go to the bathroom and fix it before I see you again.

But this gets so bad that her friends have even started to confront Damian about it. Like it will be at the end of the day and he is putting stuff back into his locker and they come up to him and they are nice at first, trying to explain things to him, making fun of each other is sort of their love language and they promise they aren't getting his sister into any trouble of anything, they just want her to have fun and not feel lonely because she was so depressed when they asked her to join the preforming arts department and now she is actually happy now that she has a small bit of freedom in her life-

"None of that matters, you are encouraging delinquent behavior, and none of your fun matters when my sister's safety is at stake when she spends time with your sort of people."

"God, you have a stick up your ass, did your mother not love you or something?"

"Jesus, calm down he has a step mom."

"Oh, so he was from an affair, not surprising."

After that, Damian realized how popular his sister was because the next day more than half of the school hated him, it's really not surprising she was a very likable person and her boyfriend was the top student at the school, student council president sort of person. When he came home he had photos of what his locker looked like, completely defaced with the foulest of language and when he tried to report it the principal told him that with all the talk in the school at the moment about him there was just no way to prove who did it, but she had the audacity that maybe if he tried to be more likable than it would stop.

"Maybe if you tried to act your age and not twenty years older then people wouldn't have a problem with you. You are not an adult yet, so you should not act as if you are your sister's keeper because I know your sister and she is a bright young lady who does not need you breathing down her neck."