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dailyloopdeloop · 5 months ago
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loop and mirabelle. That's it that's the ask
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DAY 84: enrolled in the gossip wars
#codacheetah#isat#loop isat#mirabelle isat#isat spoilers#vaguely. mostly for the tags#i think it'd be sooo funny if like. loop and mirabelle postcanon.#loop has rejoined the party somewhat recently and they are not at all adapting. to be honest. reunion probably happened too soon#bc they are a siffrin which means they are disgustingly sentimental. their ass is not taking the time to discover themself as a new person.#do you really think loop is gonna take their own advice.lol.#lmao even#Ok so anyways i think the party and loop would have a weird thing going on#like theyre all extremely grateful to loop. and they trust loop through the general basis of theyre apparently very dear to siffrin#but fucking nobody knows what to make of this bitch. odile knows they are hiding Something but she has no certain evidence to pin it down.#isabeau can't catch loop alone for more than 5 seconds. has the distinct sense they're avoiding him and he does not know why#bonnie....well tbh i think they'd vibe with loop. bonnie win.#mirabelle. i think she wouldn't really like loop? not at first anyways#do you remember in sasasap mirabelle telling siffrin(loop) that for a long time she thought they were a callous sort of person#bc they never took anything seriously at all. like the whole journey didnt mean anything. until they took an eye for bonnie#i think mirabelle would catch a similar vibe towards loop(lol.) bc like#like loop's main presence in the group is negging siffrin and being weird and dodgy around everyone else#i don't even think they'd be mean to the others but they would do everything in their power to throw the party zero bones#so all mirabelle has to go on for loop is that they're kind of a dickhead to her friend and that they're not receptive to normal group#social activities. i think being on the receiving end of mirabelle's kindness would make loop kind of sad and she'd pick up on it#but like. loop is inexplicably important to siffrin. she doesn't know the details bc neither of them want to talk at all about the loops#and i think siffrin would be especially dodgy abt talking about loop in the interrim between them rejoining and them being Presumed Dead#so mirabelle tries a new strategy to bridge the gap between her and loop. the power of Mutual Haterism#more specifically i think mirabelle would get the impression of loop as being much more of a bitch than they actually are#due to the aforementioned siffrin negging#so like. maybe that's just how they socialize maybe they'd be down to talk about hot takes and gossip a bit
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codacheetah · 5 months ago
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5 for the isat ask game!
5 - What's your favorite optional event?
VERY TOUGH ONE TO ANSWER. I'm gonna go right ahead and disqualify twohats bc it's a predictable answer. If I had to choose just one though I think it'd probably be the sus event. It really got my goat on my first playthrough bc I didn't realize you had to do it in ACT 4. If I remember correctly I think sus is the only optional event locked to ACT 4??? Now that I've actually done it though I'm quite fond of it.
Sus event is one that you really have to go out of your way to do. It kind of reminds me of the True Ending in SASASAP but More and I'm sure that's intentional. Like the requirements for sus quest necessitate that you're going to do it, if not the loop before ACT 5, very soon before it. You have to know pretty much everything about Time Craft and Wish Craft already, so whatever you're doing in the loops now is basically taking out any optional stuff before you hit the end. You have to pretty thoroughly remember how the script goes just so you know all the best ways to break it. I feel like if the True Ending route is Loop going through the motions so many times that they can't deal with holding their facade together any longer, the sus route is Siffrin waving a big red flag around for help. There's just no way you're going to stumble into sus without preplanning what to do to rack up your points and make Odile aware of how Wish Craft works.
So I think it's interesting how much Siffrin pushes back against Odile trying to figure him out. It's a pattern of behavior that I am well aware of where you're desperately going "HELP ME" but you're not willing to accept it when it's offered to you.
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Siffrin spends an entire loop screwing everything up, to a point that's frankly kind of egregious even by Late Stage Timeloopers standards, and then they can't reckon with the consequences of it. I don't think sus event is as intentional of a cry for help for Siffrin as it is the player, mind you. But I do think it's. Very tragic. Yeah of course "it's too late" in the sense that Siffrin's about to talk to Euphie and the whole journey will end, but moreso it's that by the time that Odile can piece together all the information necessary to figure Siffrin out, Siffrin is just far too deeply entrenched in his self hatred and fear of abandonment to be dug out. I think if Odile could somehow figure it out in, like, early ACT 3, or if Isabeau was just a bit more pushy in getting Siffrin to do a feelings talk, maybe they'd actually be able to reach Siffrin a little. But they're always just a little too late, every single time.
I think the fact that you start really getting a bunch of weird points in ACT 3 gives this event a lot of buildup. For potential dozens of loops you'll see Odile brush against the truth of the situation, and then just barely miss. By the time she figures it out, it's too late. Explodes
Expounded upon slightly more in tags bc I don't like typing in post bodies I feel like a fish on land. eek
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moe-broey · 4 months ago
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I don't think this is Moe's first offense (saying something brazen/flippant) but I do think it's the first time it's called the King a bitch. And it won't be the last! The funniest part of Anna being the one to take charge and chew Moe out is that it gives Moe the opportunity to do The Exact Same Thing to Alfonse one-on-one (you know... to test the waters... to see how he feels about it....). Which it is. Also promptly chastised for.
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#fire emblem#feh#moe really is. a type of guy. it immediately gets scared when anna first corrects it. so what does it do? dig the hole deeper. double down.#THAT REALLY IS MOE'S BRAVE FACE.... playing dumb or getting oppositional. sometimes both.#but it is NOT confrontational... epitome of i'm just a little birthday boy. EXTREMELY annoying type of guy LMFAOOO#i feel like anna has been v patient w moe up until this point. like this has to be a three strikes you're OUT situation.#and both alfonse/sharena have been such hard working straight and narrow types that. they have never seen anna like that.#I REALLY THINK. it's like. anna is The Literal Commander Of A Military Unit and also given her background#more or less she could have been killed for having an attitude like that. hypothetically. we don't know her background. BUT THEORETICALLY..#i like to imagine it does come from a place of that though.#also moe may be an authority hating shithead but it does VERY quickly come to respect anna actually.#you have to Earn it. be Worthy of it. it sees that anna is extremely capable and skilled and fair. it respects that.#so like... i think it genuinely doesn't want to upset or disappoint her. however... it does have ... moe tendencies.#anyways even though i'm in between a dozen things i just had to draw this out and i'm so happy i did tbh#i don't really know how anna feels about moe. but it IS extremely funny to imagine moe is just torn asunder by her at one point#AND. IT FULLY DESERVED IT. it is taking the L here.#ALSO THE FACT THAT ALFONSE IS PISSED TOO. IT'S SO FUNNY TO ME. moe you just fucked up big time#IT WAS TRYING. TO BE NICE. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#fe alfonse#sharena#fe anna#moe tag#summoner oc#my art#my comics#also that is. a whole other comic. moe committing the offense again and getting sternly corrected#until it's like ooooohhh. wait. you actually respect your dad... okay. um. let me think of something else to say#LMFAOOO... i think third time's a charm. it doesn't dare say that to sharena. what if she cries. moe is also gonna cry. and thrup
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basuralindo · 8 days ago
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Explaining Golden Kamuy: "This is a genuinely beautiful story that delves into the indigenous Ainu culture of Hokkaido in loving detail with a truly awe inspiring level of research, presented in a way that manages to be incredibly humanizing and informative while also pleasantly accessible without distracting from the actual plot and story of the series. It also presents harsh, unflattering realities of Japan's military history and colonization, while elegantly differentiating between the crimes of an organization, and the will and intentions of the individuals caught up in it. The result is a story that unapologetically delves into corruption and hope, and the myriad ways in which people can both be twisted into monsters, and salvage each other's humanity. Absolutely masterful combination of character study, historical immersion, social commentary, and brutal comedy. Don't mind the serial killers. It's not about the serial killers."
Golden Kamuy out of context:
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averlym · 1 year ago
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whshdfhfjf.,,,
#close up!! because i firstly Did Not render them with such insanity in order for tumblr's lack of general resolution to make it blur#look at all the lines!!! teehee i still really really like this style of digital painting it's super super fun to do!!! and also secondly#because i went back and added a tag ramble and as i seem to often be doing??? lately?? reached the 30 tag limit and went 'hm ok how else..'#anyway the tag essay on that one is now up and talks about the artwork generally and miscellaneous thoughts!! that said. i need a space to#ramble about beatrix at Length because look you don't draw and paint etc a character for like ten hours without having a lot of thoughts#anyways ! i digress terrifically. tag rambles are more like trains of thoughts masquerading as subways and you get on and it's unfortunately#a rollercoaster track. but this is My Blog and i can do Whatever I Want as long as i don't hurt anyone <- affirmations!! also Harm Principle#lately it's been like *kicks up feet* *opens tumblr tags* *treats it as own personal journal* and tbh Good for me!! anyways back to beatrix#fun fact ! the thing that pushed me over the edge to go watch the musical after looking through the tumblr tag was a very specific poll.#and the fact that the winning option was blue hair and pronouns made me double over laughing so hard i had to go see the source material#mm i feel like lately the academic Context has been tossing me essentially into a blender HAHA ;-; so everyone in adamandi is to some extent#a Mood. but bea-specific (haha be specific)(sorry!)(wow this is the same reaction mechanism of my friend who points out innuendos)(...)#i think it's the wanting to prove herself. like from the whole abuela etc thing there's proof here she's got a Stable Support System of sort#and instead what beatrix continues to do is push themselves. 'i guess u could say i'm married to my work? god that's depressing' // no one#here to enforce that // abuela tells me to rest says i'm constantly stressed and i'll just get depressed like before but i still have to try#like. that shred of desperation that pushes you to the brink to neglect yourself (well i guess physically but also your morals..) and like!!#the whole 'lose half your soul thing' proves she's self aware!! like they know what they're doing is super dubious yknow! but they're still#they're still doing it even if it goes into conflict with their morality system in a way and then they justify it to themselves (see pt 1#of ghostwriter) and the whole wanting to achieve at all costs Despite the self awareness. (i think? this aspect also applied to quincy. but#thoughts on him will come later). more beatrix specific also is the fact that they genuinely adore their work.. 'i just love it here where#you know they'll be printing forever and you are just part of it' because that does kind of resonate with me. also the being behind in the#competition is real!!! i'm maybe talking about Art as a subject because that same drive for it exists on my good days i think. even#even when nothing seems to be going right and you've ended up at the back the intent passion inherent in what you do is still there!!!#the genuine. care she has for reporting. is so !!!!! to me... other beatrix thoughts include 'why reveal yourself at the end' aka vincent's#'u should have stayed silent u had a smart plan' like rip to them but i would not // it feels with bea's complex character i can't imagine h#her Not doing that. like the guilt is real i guess. and i am running out of tags but! smth also about her fervent hope or smth that she'll#eventually get to where she wants. and the resilient determination.. 'i won't let their deaths be pointless there's more good i'm gonna do'#they're so so real for that. i'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing; seeing myself reflected in aspects of characters like this.. but it's#it's there regardless. smth smth just make your peace with the person you are ig!! tldr beatrix campbell my beloved. hehe#adamandi
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bobombun · 1 year ago
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When it comes to children's shows I watched as a kid, I get a bit miffed about how I can never relate to most of the stories shared by other people online, but then I remember that at least I grew up watching such Finnish classics as
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An unwashed man in the woods (Rölli)
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A clown (Pelle Hermanni)
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The Real Catwoman (Katti Matikainen)
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helloiamacashier · 3 months ago
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It's a travesty that I can't reblog gifsets of books.
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chocolate-cream-soldier · 1 month ago
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//rant.
#you've to understand that i like billy and#him being queer and also having a bf who was actually shown onscreen ...and them being loveydovey...is a huge win#i am not emotionally invested in them coz I don't know this couple#like at all#also they are like kids and being a grown ass queer woman#my interest in them is very much like an elder sister being supportive of their kid brother or sumthing#as for agatha and rio#they have set it up as romantic antagonists#we have had some very obvious moments of anger/bickering/longing/tenderness#i care about them as individuals and i want to see more of them together#i know it's toxic co dependent unhinged#I don't know what else to say#I don't expect them to get a happy ending#hell I don't even expect them to reconcile in current timeline#but i do want to know more about their relationship#they have mad chemistry#and since this is a limited series and I won't be seeing them past this blip in the mcu's one good turn#i want to consume as much as possible#they compel me#and that's that#I don't know how to feel about all this negativity discourse tbh#i am aware it happens in fandom spaces all the time...have been burned too many times#this is why I don't even bother participating anymore ..#people on both sides need to chill#and ffs will there be a time when discourse happening on some other social media stop bleeding onto here?#i am just fed up of the preemptive policing#wlw couples are so fucking rare and especially with most of the shows always getting cancelled#i just want one good thing#i am tired can u tell#tag ramblings
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livestosave · 3 months ago
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"So I dragged the family name through the mud? Not you, then?"
(tw for implied/past child abuse/neglect, typical aristocratic bad marriage and society practices, and just generally toxic parent/child relations)
Yelling was a normal occurrence in the Goodkind Manor. It always had been, or so Robert gathered from the way it no longer phased the staff, and the way none of them stood near the still-open sitting room, eavesdropping. Not that anyone had to be: Alfred's voice was higher than his own, but still deep enough to carry when the weasel raised it. And his mother had what should have been a pleasant alto voice, that similarly carried as her own anger grew.
He wasn't trying to listen in, either. Alfred had made it clear - not in words, but in every action he made in each row Robert had seen the fallout of - that his rows with his mother were not something for Robert to save him from. Despite how that first night had gone, Robert would admit Alfred mostly handled them well, matching his mother's ire blow for blow until one or both of them decided to retreat. If it didn't make him so angry, if his chest wasn't always so tight with a protective rage to hear anyone try to cut Alfred down so harshly - in his own home, no less! - he might have been willing to concede that Alfred had certainly inherited his sharp tongue from the woman.
But this felt…different. He wasn't sure what it was, but Alfred's voice had an edge to it that felt more…raw. More brutal.
"There was only ever one rule, wasn't there? There always has been. You just don't get caught. You had a good marriage, a good husband, a good life! Just one little problem: Father couldn't have kids, could he? No, so that threw a wrench in things, because there had to be an heir. How many men did you take to your marriage bed, while Father was on campaign? How many affairs did he tolerate, because he loved you, and he couldn't give you the child you wanted, that he needed? All you had to do was produce a babe that could conceivably be his, and no one would ask those inconvenient questions, would they?"
There was a bark of laughter. As Robert approached the door, he couldn't see the woman's face, but he could see Alfred's. Handsome features twisted in a fierce snarl, a false enthusiasm and bravado as he glared down at his mother.
"No, you had to take faunus lovers. You made the terribly ill-advised choice to not be safe with that one. And everyone knew, didn't they? They knew I wasn't Father's, but so long as I was close enough, they would never say. The game would continue. They'd turn a blind eye, as Father did, because that's how it always goes, isn't it? Except you lost. Because your gamble failed.
"I hope the dicking that fox gave you was worth it, Mother."
The resounding smack filled the small sitting room, and the silence after was somehow worse. Through the open door, Robert could see a faint trail of scarlet leaking from the corner of Alfred's mouth, even as the weasel rolled his tongue across his teeth. One hand reached to wipe the blood away, tongue licking the smear of crimson from his thumb, before he began to chuckle. A dangerous, low, calm noise that was so at odds with the cold fury in Alfred's eyes, that Robert hesitated. He should put an end to things there, give the old bitch a piece of his mind and get Alfred out, but the way the weasel was looking at his mother…Robert was almost wondering if he should be getting her out. Not for her own safety, exactly, but because he wasn't sure Alfred could handle matricide.
"That's all I've ever been to you, isn't it? The one chance you had to make it all up to Father, and then there I was. A faunus. Your shame and disappointment made manifest. And the worst part, the shame of the whole damned thing? He forgave you. When they all tore into you, screaming about your affairs, crowing about how the baby was a bastard, he saved you from them. He forgave you, and he told them that he condoned it, asked it, because he so wanted a child and couldn't have one. He took the brunt of that shame, to save you the humiliation. He just didn't realize that it was worse, doing that, did he? He didn't realize that you could never look him in the eye, knowing he stained his precious honor for you. You could never look at me as anything but the smirch on his honor that you caused." Alfred's voice was raising again, the illusion of calm fracturing as the cold inferno blazed in him, and yet he made no move to touch his mother.
"I could never measure up to him because I was always the sign of your failure. He might have legitimized me in the eyes of the kingdom, but to you I'll always be the bastard that is the sign of your failure to be a loyal, loving wife. And now, the failure to be the mother you always wanted to be. You gambled with both our lives...and you lost."
Alfred reached up to his breastpocket, turning from his mother to start towards the door, handkerchief raising to wipe the line of crimson from his face.
"By the end of the year, you will be moving in with aunt Lolita. I will not walk on eggshells in my own home for the sake of your shattered ego, nor watch my guests worry they offend your pathetic sensibilities. Take who and what you will...but you will be gone, Mother."
Silence answered him...but it was defeated. Alfred's pace slowed, a slight...hesitation entering it. But he kept moving for the door.
"Alfred?" His mother's voice. It was...softer, than Robert had yet heard it. Gentle. Defeated, and subdued...but not unkind.
"...yes, Mother?" Alfred had paused, though he didn't turn around. His mother was still facing the fireplace, not looking at him, either.
"...I do love you." Was it just Robert, or was there a whisper of...pride in that? Buried in the other emotions, the grief, the guilt...the shame. Perhaps it was sappy foolishness.
"....I know. That's why you need to leave."
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callmehere-iwillappear · 1 year ago
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FOR LIKE. CONTEXT. idiot's guide is broken up into two arcs, arc 1 is... almost done i think. hopefully. there's still kind of a ways to go for arc 2
so essentially i'm thinking about, once i do finish writing and editing arc 1, starting to post those chapters on a once a week schedule. then if i haven't finished arc 2 by the time i run out, i'd take a break from posting until it does get finished. if it is finished by then i'll just continue posting lmaofjdsklfjd
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birdsbatblog · 2 months ago
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sorry to be snarky and vague but sometime certain DC/Batman fans drive me MAD. sorry i don't know or care who fucking BLORSH LIGHTING is!!! SORRY I interpret a character thats been portrayed a hundred different times by a hundred different writers differently then you do! SORRY i reblogged a post mischaracterizing THORACK RAZOR. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THORACK RAZOR. LET ME HAVE FUN IM NOT GONNA DO FUCKING HOMEWORK TO BE A FAN OF A MAN WHO DRESSES AS A BAT FURSONA OHHH MY GOD. and you know what?? i do not care if he would not fucking say that. what if he did?? what if he DID fucking say that??? what if Tim Drake WAS a borderline incompetent soaking wet kicked puppy who's never felt joy in his live? wouldn't that be FUN? don't we like having FUN around here??? LIKE GENUINELY! save the anger at 'mischaracterization' for... the actual official works. it actually boggles my mind why some people would be on tumblr if they couldnt handle shit-posts and incorrect quotes and other typical fandom staples. if you only wanna have sErioUS well thought out conversations about BATMAN. then ur in the WRONG PLACE. GO FIND A FORUM!!! OR A DISCORD SERVER! OR MAKE A FRIEND!! i'm CONSTANTLY seeing posts spreading the mindset of "if you don't like it, block and move on" which i agree with!! and i think a lot of other people agree with too,, until it comes to actually practicing it like bro SHUT UP NO ONE CARES. MAKE UR OWN POST RANTING ABOUT IT TO UR BATMAN THEMED BLOG WITH ONE FOLLOWER (hi gavin) LIKE IM DOING!! DONT REPLY TO SHIT YOU DON'T LIKE SAYING "can someone fix this please 🥺" CAN YOU SHUT UP. OHHH MY GOD WHY DON'T YOU FIX YOUR ATTITUDE? YOU ARE ON TUMBLR. YOU ARE NOT BETTER THAN ANYONE. BRUCE WAYNE LOVES ALL HIS KIDS UNCONDITIONALLY AND IS A GREAT FATHER. JASON TODD CAN LIKE HIS FAMILY AND WILL HANG OUT WITH THEM. THE BATKIDS HAVE MET THE JUSTICE LEAGUE, AND YES, THE SHENANIGANS WERE HILARIOUS! AND HAL JORDAN ISN'T FUCKING RELEVANT IN THE BATMAN - ALL MEDIA TYPES 5K WORDS 1 SHOT FANFICTION ON AO3 WITH THE TAGS "FLUFF" AND "CRACKFIC." HE CAN BE A DAMN PLACEHOLDER. HE CAN BE OOC. HE CAN DO SOMETHING HE NORMALLY WOULDN'T. IT DOESNT MATTER!!!
im SORRY you're so obsessed with Gerry Greene aka The Blasting Man that you start shaking and vomiting and throwing up and having seven consecutive panic attacks when some 15 year old on wattpad writes him 'wrong,' or god forbid, no one utilizes him at all! i'm sorry your all time favorite superhero, Tree Woman, doesn't get talked about enough. Maybe you should try coping.
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whelpimnauthuman · 6 months ago
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Realizing I might have gotten POTS because of Covid and.
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but-a-humble-selfshipper · 7 months ago
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Something about Dave and L.L. both having abusive parents you knoooow is due to end poorly y'know. Like last time someone shared trauma with L.L. they both nearly ended up dead (Beau). VERY different circumstances of course but it goes to show how bad it tends to go.
I'm not going Anywhere in particular with this like I don't have a scenario or anything I just know their traumas would clash and blend in a way that'd incapacitate each other.
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odiabonecessario · 11 months ago
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gender dysphoria is the only mental disorcer people rather to romanticize and not only pretend it's not a bad thing but also loves to act like it's something to be proud and celebrate with a colorful flag
yes, I'm talking about trannies if it wasn't clear enough
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luludeluluramblings · 1 month ago
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tbh I’m more intrigued by the idea of college-age Reader getting pregnant while unmarried still living in the manor and NO ONE has any idea who the father is (maybe she does, but she’s withholding that for now or maybe he’s not in the picture?) and it’s the biggest freak out ever. that just seems so fucking wild and potentially hilarious to me. and nobody noticing she’s pregnant until she’s farther along? or them finding out randomly?? imagine:
damian: you look pregnant. what is wrong with you.
reader: i am pregnant though
the batfam: ????????!!!!!!!!!! and then she proposes that now that she’s old enough and starting a new chapter in her life raising a baby and all she should just move out! (cue everyone disliked that meme)
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Neglected!Pregnant!Reader x Yandere!Bat Family
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Part Two
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A/N: Okay, I think I'm about to become a Pregnancy!Reader writer. Which, I'm not mad about. Kind think it would be fun, but I know the trope isn't for everyone. So, if it’s not your thing, I’m sorry.
A/N: Some of this is based off of things from my own pregnancies.
A/N: Oh, no. Frick, I wanna make this a series now. Check the bottom, cause I have a plot idea for this and I want opinions on it. I spiraled, this was supposed to be a quick blurb. I got carried away. Gonna build up to the yandere shenanigans because I’m turning into a writer with a million WIPs.
A/N: Tagging @skay-ali because I like their The Forgotten Daughter series.
Warnings: Fem!Reader, Very minor Yandere Themes (like barely there), minor NSFW, graphic descriptions of pregnancy and medical procedures, Vomiting.
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You don't really remember that night it happened. But, it only happened once and after you swore you'd never drink again. The hangover after that night had been one of the worst of your short life.
In fact, the sticky feeling between your legs and bitter taste on your tongue had also added to your decision to swear of these college parties. Luckily, you have enough of your memory to remember that you and your partner from that night had both been willing even when wasted. Even if you couldn't remember their name. Or, their face.
It takes you a while to notice. One missed cycle wasn't anything to freak out about, and it was exam season. The stress had probably caused the nausea. It wasn't until you were heading down to breakfast one morning and smelled the burnt eggs in the kitchen that Stephanie had burnt that you realized something might be wrong.
You, of course, ignore it. It was just a fluke. Burnt eggs weren't appetizing to anyone. But, then you nearly faint walking through the perfume section after looking to restock your favorite bottle of scent.
The doctor you finally went to another week later had asked about your cycle and the last time you had been intimate with someone. That's when the reality of things started to set in. You hadn't even thought to do an at home test to check. Your doctor was kind though, saying they could just do a quick urine sample and blood test just to make sure. It might be something else.
The next few minutes felt like ages. But, when the Doctor came back to tell you the positive results you panicked. Not as in panicked as in you broke down, but you threw up a mask. You're good at doing that. You must get it from your father.
When she asks you if this is good news or bad news you can't help, but blurt that it's good. Great even. Which causes her to beam at you. Before you know it, you're being handed a complementary diaper bag with formula and tiny bottles while being given the rundown on your possible due date and future appointments. You nodded you're head along with the information, sliding the paper's into the diaper bag as she hands them to you.
But, then she turns to you with delight and tells you that the Ultra Sound tech has an opening and you're just far along enough they can do your first ultrasound. It'll only be a thirty minute wait.
After nodding along once more, you go back into the waiting room. Holding your new bag with white knuckles and falling into deep thought.
This is happening. But, how? Are you even fit to be a parent? You've hardly ever been loved. How are you going to love someone else? How are you going to do this? What will the family think? What will your few friends think? You don't even remember who their father is. This is impossible. You're not ready. You'll never be ready. That churning feeling is in your stomach again and you feel that single piece of toast you had for breakfast about to come back up.
The thirty minutes fly by with those thoughts in your head. They still swirl in your head as your go back into the ultrasound room.
It's dark, but the tech had few soft lights on in the room. Its actually kind of... cozy.
What's not cozy it the tech telling you that she's going to stick a wand up your bits so you could see the baby. Your eyes screwing shut at the cold invasive feeling.
But, when you open them, she turns the screen for you to see. It's almost amazing how fast the image appears on the screen.
And, their moving. Actually moving. You end up laughing at the sight, causing the screen to flicker and the little blob to move. When the nurse plays the heart beat you can feel yours stuttering in your chest.
Watching them bounce in there with each laugh, it’s easy for the next words to spill out of your mouth.
“Oh, I’m gonna love you.”
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Every step after that feels remarkably less lonely. It’s not just you anymore. You have someone who you’re going to love.
You don’t bother telling the Family. Bruce would just lecture you on being reckless while the other’s would judge you for it.
Honestly, you don’t care if they did. This is your baby.
Funnily enough, for a house full of detectives and highly intelligent vigilantes no one actually notices. Not even Cassandra. It’s a bit insulting how much they don’t pay attention. But, your symptoms soon make it so you don’t care.
The waves of exhaustion, the way everything smells strong and certain things make you want to gag. Heartburn that burns your throat. The subtle cravings that make you cry when you can’t fulfill them. Thankfully you finished your exams because you were too tired to even move from your bed most mornings due to strange nightmares.
Eventually, someone does notice. And, it’s not anyone you would expect.
Of all things you cried over on the pantry floor, it had to be salt and vinegar chips. They hadn’t been what you wanted, but it was too late to go get french fries and a smoothie at this hour in Gotham. And, you stuffed them down your throat with angry tears.
It was Stephanie of all people to find you. You gave her a sharp glare when she seemed to grow wide eyed. Normally you avoid her gaze, but you were quite pissed about having chips in your mouth and not fries. As her eyes grew wider, your nose wrinkled in further annoyance at her.
Just as you’re about to tell her off, she speaks.
“Do you— um, want something else?”
It’s pitiful how fast your snarl turns into a pleading pout.
“Yes, please. I want fries. I want Jokerized fries so badly.” You practically blubber when she gives you a pointed nod towards the car garage.
It takes you a bit to get off the floor despite the fact that your bump is hardly noticeable, but Stephanie noticed the extremely subtle curve.
“How far?” She asks hesitantly, looking from the bump to your face.
You also hesitant for a moment, looking up at her with tears on your cheeks and a serious look in your eyes. “14 Weeks.”
Her eyebrows raise and a wiry pout appears on her face. “Damn. You’re smaller than I was at that time, so not fair.”
The slightly surprised that information gives you almost makes you pause. But, if you had you would’ve probably toppled back down to the pantry floor.
“Explain on the way?” You ask, still a bit nervous. The two of you had never been close since you moved into the manor less than a handful of years back.
“Sure.” She grins, leading the way.
As you both walk, she whispers. “Does Bruce know?”
“Don’t know. Don’t care.”
“Ah.” Stephanie managed to hide the winces from you.
When you two finally make into the car, you’re already feeling better about life. You’re about to have your fries, and possibly a shake too. You didn’t expect to have any company, but surprisingly it’s nice.
Stephanie drives, and get the fries to go. Munching on them as Stephanie drives you back to the manor. Her sharing her own pregnancy experience.
"Wait, so Tim dated you when you were pregnant with another dudes kid? Babe, forget being me being small, you got game."
"Damn right I do." She says smugly, stuffing her own fries in her mouth. "So, um, do you wanna talk about what happened with you?"
And, just like that your mood shifts.
"No."
"Oh- Oh! I'm sorr-" She starts up, and you can tell she's assuming the worst.
"Don't you start, Stephanie." You interrupt with a pointed glare. "I don't want to talk about it because it's none of y'all's business."
That makes her cough on her french fry. "Wait, wait, what do you mean? Don't you want help?"
"Nah, I got it." Comes your stubborn reply, glaring out the window as you dip your fry into the cheesecake milkshake.
"... You should tell Bruce." She suggest after a moment of awkward silence.
"What? So he can ignore his grandchild, too?" Your filter is none existent with your hormones all out of wack.
"He doesn't ignore you-"
"Oh, yes the fuck he does." Your firmly state. Growing a bit heated. "Y'all all figgin do."
Stephanie is about to roll her eyes, chalking your words to you just being unreasonable. But, then the thought starts to creep upon her with each passing building when she realizes this is the first time she's actually hung out with you. Ever.
"I'm sorry." She murmurs to you. The silence falling over you both as the cars continues back to the manor.
"... I'm only forgiving you because you bought my fries..."
"Really?! That's all I had to do?"
"What? I was desperate for this- Wait! Hang on. Stop the car. Stop the car-"
"What? Why?! Are you- OH! Fuck!"
You ended up regurgitating up all the fries you had just eaten. Right into your lap.
"Oooo, that's nasty." Stephanie says, cracking the windows.
"Is it bad that I still want to eat them?" You mumble to her, eyeing the remaining fries.
"Please, please, wait till we get back or I'm gonna hurl, too."
"Fine." Comes your reply. Your eyes drifting shut for a moment. "If you tell anyone I'm gonna tell Cassandra about your crush on her."
"How did you- Frick, you are more like Bruce then I realize." Her voice going from panic to begrudging realization.
"Now, that's offenseive."
"Oh, come on. You're kids gonna have some of Bruce's DNA too."
"Eww. Eww. Don't remind me."
The banter between you both coming back with ease.
When you make it back to the manor, parting ways for the night. You feel at ease. You may have made have finally made a new friend in all this and gained a pillar of support.
As you shower and finish off your fries, you can't help but think about the apartments you had been looking at. Wondering what Stephanie will thinking of your nursery ideas.
Down in the cave, Stephanie slowly walks down the steps. Realizing this might have just gotten complicated.
"You okay, Steph?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”
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A/N: Soooooo, what if, and hear me out, wee add some baby daddy drama to this?
A/N: Please note, I write a Reader that DID NOT grow up with the Bat Family, which means we could have some really really juicy drama here. But, we could just keep the options limited to just close friends of the Bat family.
A/N: What do y'all think? Baby Daddy drama? One of the Bat Boys the Daddy? One of the other vigilantes? Should I do a Baby Daddy poll? I just feel like this is an opportunity.
A/N: Also, Stephanie was a teen mom in some comics from my research. Which I think adds to this and gives her a better chance of bonding with Reader until shit goes down.
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bataranqs · 1 year ago
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what if you are a beautiful person and i love you. what then. will you not accept this love? will you take away this joy of delighting in your presence? how long are you going to say you aren’t someone beautiful?
#delete later#IT'S ON MY BRAIN OKAY. LET ME BE SLIGHTLY CRINGE ON MAIN AND LOOK AWAY FOR A SEC.#someone asked me how i was so good at compliments and i thought tbh i'm not good i just say them more#everyone i think is pretty good at seeing good points in others and loving them in their own ways but uh#they're just not used to saying it out loud#which is such a shame#i asked some friends the other day their most valued parts of themselves before asking their least valued parts#and they all struggled so hard for the first and had many answers for the second#and as a friend you must know how painful that is. but as a person you don't know how to be anything else. laying on my face brb#and i really do think so much of that lays in language and what we articulate#i'm fortunate enough that i get a lot of love irl and also bc i chose the amazing hobby of writing fanfic#but even for me if you ask me to think of the good and bad parts it's far easier to articulate the bad#not because i don't try to think of and love my good parts but bc my bad is articulated far more than my good#and if that's the case for someone like me who's received and receives so much love than how much worse is it for the average person?#i think it makes me angry but really i'm just. idk. i know we all have our egos and self-centeredness in certain areas but also like.#a bit more love received provides more overflow for love to be given. i think. it's compounding interest#annika rambles in the tags#been a hot sec since i used that tag but really it's just on my mind so much and i don't know how to say it in a way that's not arrogant#i want so badly to know the right way to love someone ughhhh growing up is hard
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