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prom night 🎀

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QUESTIONS TO ANSWER AS YOUR 𝒟R 𝒮ELF ✸

ib this post from @zaddizu & heavily ib premiumbitch ★

#1. what are 3 items you can’t live without?

#2. favorite song?

#3. what are your hobbies?

#4. favorite holiday?

#5. what do you do for a living?

#6. who is someone you always hangout with?

#7. are you a night person or a morning person?

#8. favorite animal?

#9. introvert or extrovert?

#10. do you have siblings?

#11. how do you dress?

#12. favorite movie / tv show?

#13. do you have a crush / significant other?

#14. what’s your zodiac sign?

#15. what’s your favorite snack?

#16. do you travel a lot?

#17. do you play instruments?

#18. who is your best friend?

#19. least favorite food?

#20. what’s your name?

#21. do you have a sweet tooth?

#22. nicknames your family or friends call you?

#23. what is something that annoys you?

#24. do you have a pet?

#25. do you prefer going out or staying at home?

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things im always gonna script

୭ ⋆˚ ꩜｡ healthy relationship with ur s/o

✷ you match each other's freak

✷ when they laugh at a joke, && you're in a group, they automatically turn to look at you

✷ good hygiene

✷ emotional intelligence

✷ communication skills

✷ they can find da clit

✷ you share core values

✷ you balance each other out

✷ they match you in the areas where you lack ; (ex. if you dont have a great sense of direction, they know where to go– && far deeper than that, but thats the first thing i thought of for some reason)

✷ they think you're prettyyy :)

✷ a healthy attachment style

✷ you place importance on similar goals (ex. you're both career motivated) ; or at least respect one another's personal interest

✷ people expect you to show up places together ; you're a package deal ("wait, where's y/n?")

✷ mutual trust

✷ mutual sense of respect

✷ you take each other seriously

✷ same sense of humor

✷ sharing hobbies && interests (reading, sports, a certain tv show, etc)

✷ understanding each other's boundaries

✷ you admire each other as people and want to become more like one another ; it's inevitable that in a relationship, you'll take qualities from them, && so they better be good ones

✷ if you accidentally hurt their feelings, they let you know && you can apologize

✷ no codependency (unless u a freak, && in that case, make sure it's mutually desired)

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Hope you don’t mind, but I got inspired by this post lol

I don’t color a lot, but I took inspiration from both your post and vintage nightgown posts from Pinterest! This is my first time drawing a bonnet, so I apologize if the shape is wonky!

WHAT THE READERS WEAR TO BED

Wb!reader is a big nerd and would definitely have superhero pajamas (burned all the Batman-themed clothes and pajamas).

Archer!reader is more laid-back and comfortable; also, everything in their room is blue, so it must match the theme.

Voodoo!reader nightgowns and moo-moos to bed. Bruce buys all cute and fancy ones with ruffles; he thinks you look adorable in them, like a little doll.

male!reader mostly wears nothing but his boxers to bed, but he was gifted a pair of pajamas by his mother (she thought it was a cute teddy bear pattern). He will still wear them to sleep.

Green Lantern!reader is a sporty girl, so she would wear her jersey to bed or long basketball shorts. But even tomboys like to feel cute and comfy.

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Nomad Fem!Steve (I couldn't pick one blue so I just did both)

(click for best quality )

For @thwackk and my bestie better than the restie @nostalgia-art-worm

Below is the inspiration for the picture ⬇️👇

Like the hairstyles where hard to choose from and I wish I was better at doing volume for the hair but this is good enough.

Obviously the outfit is the main part of inspiration for this ♡

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Saw my friend @starlight-artbby draw @thwackk fem cap and I wanted to try so...

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Yandere Batfam x Neglected Reader x Yandere Ouran Academy

TW: Neglect

You weren’t wanted by either of your parents. That had been the cold hard truth that you had known since you were nine years old.

Your mother was a member of a wealthy family. While she wasn’t the heiress, that title belonging to her older sister, she still had a lot of money at her disposal, and took long trips to different places.

That was how she met Bruce, and she had a one night stand with him.

She didn’t realize she was pregnant until it was too late for a termination, and her parents threatened to cut her off if she gave up their grandchild. So she reluctantly kept you.

You were mostly raised by a revolving door of nursemaids and babysitters until you were five, and your mother deemed you old enough to be alone. You saw your mother about three times a year, during which she would play a doting mother in public before verbally tearing you down in private.

You were five when you understood you were a burden to her. You were eight when you stopped desperately searching for her love.

You were nine when she died in an accident, and your biological father had to take you. (Your grandparents were too old to take care of you, and your aunt was rarely seen outside of a board room, and was unwilling to take you.)

You had a few days of hope for a family, since Bruce Wayne was known for being an amazing father to his children.

That belief was shattered after you moved in and you were basically shunned by everyone. Bruce was cold and rushed around you. Tim was cold and distant. Dick acted nice, but he barely gave you a minute of notice. Even Alfred was constantly brushing you off, though he had a decent excuse.

The final hope was shattered when, three weeks after you moved in, your birthday passed unacknowledged and unnoticed. The only sign of it was the text from your grandparents and the package you received from them two days later, filled with nice dresses for you.

You grew up quietly, keeping to yourself. You had weekly calls with your grandparents, but didn’t mention the family.

The breaking point was when you were 13, and Damian arrived. You thought now, finally, you would have someone like you. That belief lasted six hours, until you were almost stabbed by the menace.

It was one of the first times the family spoke to you, and it was to tell you not to overreact. You barely held back the rebuke and bitter laughter.

The worst part about Damian’s arrival? The fact they loved him. Even though he kept acting out and threatening people and generally being a prick, Bruce made time for him and brought him to meals. Dick showered him in affection. Even Alfred was softer with him. It wasn’t fair. You were a perfect kid and they didn’t care about you, but in comes a kid with the same story as you but with a worse attitude, and he is loved unconditionally?!?

It wasn’t fair.

After the fifth time Damian almost killed you without reprimand, you contacted your grandparents and asked about returning to the country. They eagerly told you about a high school in Japan that wasn’t far from one of their houses, filled with people of your status and known for giving its graduates a great advantage in later years.

Two days later, you approached Bruce with the papers to okay your move for the school year and signing custody over to your grandparents temporarily while you were in Japan. You had a whole speech prepared in your mind defending the choice, but he signed without even bothering to ask any questions. (You didn’t cry, even as you felt a lump in your throat. Despite everything, you thought he would at least care enough to ask questions.)

You boarded a plane a month later, reading your new textbooks as you flew. You took the sparkling champagne (non alcoholic) from the flight attendant and raised your glass in the direction of Japan, your new future.

“To Ouran Academy and my future there.” You murmur softly before downing some of your drink.

Edit: I hope you all like this! I’ve been working on it for a while, and hopefully this isn’t too bad. My finals are next week, so wish me luck!

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Ooh! I just had a wonderful idea!

Batfam x Neglected Twilight Vampire Reader!

This would start as a period fic set in the early 1900s. As usual, Reader is the unwanted biological child of Bruce’s and lives her life on the outside looking in. One day as she’s walking home late from school, probably because Alfred got too busy to pick her up, she gets ambushed and attacked by a thief who was down on their luck and looking to pawn her belongings off. As she lays there, bleeding out from her wounds, she’s suddenly saved by a random vampire who saw her as easy prey since she was already dying. A loud crash nearby likely alerts the vampire and they run off before they can drain reader of her blood, thus unintentionally injecting her with their venom and turning her. One long, painful transformation later and she’s now a sparkly, immortal being. At some point during her aimless wandering she meets James, Victoria, and Laurent. While not operating like a family, they’re more of a family than the Waynes ever were and so she doesn’t hesitate to join in their nomadic lifestyle hunting humans and looking good while doing it.

Maybe something happens and the Wayne family all become vampires, and through that they discover that their missing, neglected family member has been running with Laurent’s trio long before they realized she was gone in the first place. With their newfound immortality, they spend every waking moment trying to find her, but they come up empty handed.

Due to the reader having tried everything in the past to fit in with the Waynes and earn their love, as a vampire she has the ability to mimic other vampires’ gifts. She can copy, to complete perfection, any vampires’ gift, but in order for the gift to work the reader will have to be near the vampire and see their gift in action. She has to be careful using her gift because some vampires’ power drains her energy more than others. Afterwards she must feed to replenish her lost energy. Because she’s close to Victoria, reader often mimics her gift anytime the Waynes get too close to finding her.

Along the way, Reader eventually gets split up from her new family and runs into the Cullens. Thanks to a vision Alice had, they take reader into their coven and make her part of their family. Like Jasper, Reader will struggle with the switch from human to animal blood, but she eventually manages. As time passes and we enter the modern day, reader meets her mate and makes a new life with the Cullens. Sure, she finds it odd having to constantly pretend to be a highschool or college student, but at least she isn’t pretending to be a Wayne.

Maybe as the events of Twilight finally set into motion, reader bumps into the Waynes in Forks and has to deal with their angsty drama on top of Edward’s angsty drama with Bella.

Sorry if this doesn’t read well, it’s almost two in the morning where I live and I was struggling to mentally format this lol.

The year was 1912, and Gotham’s skies were always gray.

You were the daughter no one remembered. Born of a mistake and raised in the shadows of marble halls, your name was barely whispered in Wayne Manor. Bruce called you his child in title only—father in the legal sense, but guardian of nothing. He had wards, protégés, soldiers. You were… a portrait frame collecting dust.

And when Alfred forgot to pick you up from school that rainy Tuesday, no one came looking.

You walked. The hem of your dress dragged through the slush, and your leather shoes soaked through. Your books were heavy. Your stomach growled. The alley shortcut that night was a mistake—one you would pay for in blood.

The thief hadn’t even wanted to kill you. But in a scuffle, the knife slipped. Warmth spilled from your side and onto the cobblestones. You fell. You were dying.

And then—

Teeth.

You never saw his face. Just a blur. Pain worse than any mortal wound lit your veins on fire. You screamed, choking on it. But before death could claim you, something crashed nearby—metal or wood, loud enough to make the creature flee.

You were left to die.

Instead, you burned.

The transformation was agony. And when it ended, you were a new thing entirely. Cold, glistening, sharp-eyed. Alone.

But not for long.

“Name?” James asked when you stumbled into their camp, weeks later, soaked in blood that wasn’t your own.

You didn’t answer. You were still learning to speak again, to breathe without lungs. Still grieving a life that had never loved you.

Victoria watched you quietly. She saw something in you—something wild and quiet. She taught you how to hunt without remorse. Laurent taught you elegance. James taught you cruelty.

They weren’t a family. But they were closer than the Waynes had ever come.

And you? You discovered your gift.

The first time you mimicked Victoria’s cloaking ability, it drained you near to death. But it worked. When she cloaked herself, you did too. You could mirror gifts, just for a while. A dangerous, fragile trick that came with a price: hunger. Exhaustion. Pain.

But it kept you alive. Hidden. Safe.

Especially once the Batfamily became monsters too.

They had become vampires decades later—too late. You never learned how, only that it made them obsessed. With power. With control.

With you.

Your name became a ghost in their mouths. Their guilt curdled into obsession. They scoured the globe. But every time they got close, Victoria’s gift—copied and perfected—turned you to mist and shadow.

You could have let them catch you once. Just once.

But you didn’t.

You owed them nothing.

Years passed. The world changed. You didn’t.

Until Laurent was killed. James followed. You were left alone again. But this time, the Cullens found you before you fell into darkness.

Esme held your face in her hands like it was something sacred. Carlisle treated your hunger like an illness, not a sin. Jasper trained with you under the moonlight, understanding your struggle to stop feeding on humans. Alice dressed you in soft sweaters and showed you glimpses of futures that could be yours.

And then… you met your mate.

You were loved.

But fate is cruel.

Because the Waynes finally found Forks.

It happened in the woods. Bella had just left with Edward. The rain had begun to fall.

You smelled them before you saw them—leather, blood, memory. Bruce. Dick. Jason. Tim. Damian.

All red eyes and broken hearts.

You stood alone on the mossy earth, arms folded, rain running down your skin like it meant to wash away the years.

“Y/N,” Bruce whispered. The others flanked him. They looked different—palid, haunted—but you saw the same coldness behind their eyes. Just laced now with regret.

You smiled. Sharp. Bitter.

“You’re late.”

Jason stepped forward. “We’ve been looking for you for—”

“A century,” you cut in. “Yes. And I lived all of it without you.”

Damian’s voice cracked. “We didn’t know. We didn’t—”

“You didn’t care,” you snapped. The trees held their breath. “You had your perfect little soldiers. You had Dick and Tim and all your nightly crusades. I was just the accident you forgot to clean up after.”

Bruce took a step closer.

You vanished.

Reappeared behind him, Victoria’s gift rippling off you like fog.

He turned slowly. His eyes met yours. Red on red.

“I know what you want,” you said softly. “You want to fix it. You want to pretend this family thing still matters. But I already have a family now. One that didn’t come looking for me only after I became something they couldn’t control.”

“Please—”

You looked at him. Really looked.

And then you said:

“You don’t get to chase the ghost you made.”

And with that, you vanished into the rain.

They searched Forks for days. Weeks. But you were always one step ahead.

Because the Wayne family had created a ghost.

And now?

You were more than a ghost.

You were a Cullen.

You were loved.

You were finally free.

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Stevie Wevie

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Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

<3

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PART I: “Before the Fall”

You were theirs.

Not by blood, but by choice. A fragile thing they tucked between missions and secrets, stitched into their vigilante world like an afterthought.

You bled for them. Broke for them. Loved them.

And in return, you were ignored. Forgotten.

Until it killed you.

BRUCE treated you like a mission.

He never looked you in the eye for long. You weren’t broken enough to fix. Weren’t angry enough to understand. You were… quiet. And in Bruce’s world, quiet meant safe. Safe meant forgotten.

You once cried in front of him.

He handed you a tissue.

Then walked away.

“I’m not cold,” he said. “I’m busy.”

No Bat-Signal lit the sky the night you crashed.

You wondered if he was too busy again.

DICK was golden—too golden.

He danced in rooms you weren’t welcome in. Shared inside jokes with everyone but you. You loved his laugh. It never belonged to you.

You were the invisible little sister in the shadows of his spotlight.

When you asked for help training, he smiled distractedly and said, “Later, kid. Gotta handle a thing with Babs.”

Later never came.

You died waiting.

JASON was fire and ash and guilt. He saw too much of himself in you—and hated it. Pushed you away, sneered when you offered warmth.

“You’re soft. You’ll die out there.”

He was right.

But he wasn’t there to stop it.

You died with his voice echoing in your head, telling you that you weren’t ready.

TIM was intellect over intimacy.

He monitored your vitals, not your emotions. Read your files but never your pain. You were a background process in his overworked mind.

“You’re fine, Y/N. I checked the data.”

But data didn’t measure how it felt when the comm went dead as your car sank under icy Gotham waters.

DAMIAN thought you were weak.

A pathetic, emotional creature. Soft where he was sharp. You didn’t fit his world of blades and honor.

He mocked your kindness. Scoffed at your compassion.

“Feelings are a liability.”

And yet it was your last emotion—loneliness—that killed you.

BARBARA liked you in theory.

But in truth, you reminded her of the parts of herself she left behind. She passed you in hallways, always polite but distant. When you asked for guidance once, she blinked and said, “You’ll figure it out. You’re smart.”

You did figure it out. That no one was coming.

CASSANDRA knew.

She saw it.

Your crumbling spirit, your silent screams, the way you clutched your own arms for comfort. She saw it—but said nothing. Maybe because she thought you’d rise like she did.

But you weren’t her.

You broke.

And when your car crashed, when water filled your lungs—

No one heard you call their names.

PART II: “The Drowning”

The sea was black. Silent.

You reached for the comm. Static.

You reached for them. No one reached back.

So you sank.

“They forgot me,” you whispered, choking on salt and blood.

And in the depth of the dark, something answered.

They came with voices like velvet knives.

The Sirens.

Ageless. Divine. Terrifying in their elegance.

“She is beautiful,” one murmured.

“So much grief,” whispered another.

“Let us make her eternal,” sang the third.

They wept over your corpse like mourners and lovers all at once.

Then they sang.

And you opened your eyes.

PART III: “The Voice”

You rose from the sea like wrath incarnate.

Skin pale like sea-foam, hair dark as oil-slick waves, eyes glowing with the ache of rebirth.

And your voice—

Oh, your voice was everything they weren’t.

It made gods weep.

It made tyrants kneel.

And now?

Now it made the Batfamily suffer.

You sang through Gotham’s gutters. Through its halls. Through its guilt.

Each note soaked in memory, coated in venom, dipped in your once-aching heart.

They heard you. They remembered.

And it was already too late.

Dick found an old voicemail of yours. Your voice, human and hopeful:

“Hey, big bro. Just checking in. I… I miss you. Call me back?”

He never did.

Now your siren-song haunts his dreams.

“You were always laughing… while I drowned.”

He stopped smiling.

Jason chased your voice like a drunk man after ghosts.

He stood in Crime Alley, where your melody curled around broken bricks:

“You said I’d die. Then watched it happen.”

He tore his helmet off and screamed.

But your song only grew louder.

Tim can’t think straight. Your voice nests in his mind like a fever.

“You studied everything… except me.”

He’s built tech to track the sound. None of it works.

You are everywhere.

Damian fought illusions of you.

Sparred with shadows you sent, forced to relive your death on loop—because your song could bend reality.

“Feelings are a liability? Then let me be your weakness.”

He trained harder.

And broke anyway.

Barbara tried to defend the Batfamily.

Until your voice turned her own words against her.

“You told me I was smart. So I learned not to trust you.”

Her monitors flicker with static shaped like your silhouette.

Cassandra cries in silence.

Because she knew.

And she said nothing.

And you haven’t punished her yet.

That terrifies her the most.

Bruce?

Bruce sits alone in your room. The dust hasn’t settled. Neither has his guilt.

He hears your song the loudest.

“Father. You taught me how to fight… but never how to heal.”

He built the Batfamily.

He buried you with it.

And you?

You are sea-born now.

You walk the shores of Gotham, bare feet dripping salt and power. Your voice summons gods. Breaks mortals. Haunts your killers.

You are not their sister anymore. Not their daughter. Not their soldier.

You are the Siren.

And they will never forget you again.

No matter how much they scream.

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Idk if it’s been done, but an interesting concept to explore would be a neglected reader, but they’re only neglected by Bruce, the rest of the Batfam adores them and always makes time for them.

It wouldn’t be as angsty as your typical neglected reader fic because the rest of the batfam, who are already yanderes for the reader, won’t allow the reader to ever feel alone. But, it’d still be fun to explore!

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I have a few requests I need to work on, but I’m not feeling too motivated to start it just yet. Would y’all be interested in a Captain America! Reader expansion? Maybe a part two to the Tank Dempsey reader?

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I’m glad I’m seeing this, because I’ve been using it wrong this whole time!

Just a psa for fic writers who use the “trauma bond” tag, please make sure you’re using it correctly. A trauma bond is not two people who experience similar trauma and bond over it. It’s a carefully curated, manipulative bond between abuser and victim to keep the victim coming back because of the addictive highs and lows that come with abuse.

If you want to tag two characters bonding over shared trauma, a good substitute tag would be “bonding over shared trauma.” Trauma bonding is, by definition, an abusive relationship and may steer people who have experienced it away from your fic. Please spread the word and happy writing!

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I can't write for my life so this is just a idea what if batfam neglected reader x ohshc

Batfam blames Reader for something she didn't do so reader gets sent away to Japan where she meets the host club and she hangout with them for a little bit but then the batfam realized what they did was wrong and try to get reader back but reader likes it there so she hides with a host club member but a batfam member finds out where she was hiding and the rest is up to you

Like I said before I can't write

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