#batty makes videos

[vampire-biter]

Vampire-Biter intro!

(I’m finally making one yes I know. 😓)

Haiiii! I’m batty as you already know- (probably if you’ve known me for a while)

Basic info-

My name is Dionysus! But yall are always free to call me bats/bat/batty or any other form of bat!)

I just turned 20 on the 5th of June (and my back is somehow already killing me)

Im a trans demi male

My Prns are he/they/xey/it

My looks (if for some reason you wanna draw me I guess 😭😭)

White? If you couldn’t guess 🤷🏻

My eye color: hazel/brown

hair color: red-ish brown

Hair Shape: short and curly

height: 5,8

(I’m Also A Baby Bat- Hense The Name! ^^)

Redacted Info About Meee!

If I could Be Any Form Of Empowered I Would Be a Vampire (obvi? but i also got it on a quiz so-), Dream Walker, Or Shifter

And If I Could Be Any De(a)mon I Would Be A Sadism Demon (Edit From The Fact I Thought I Would Be A Desire Demon, I’m Still Upset With This/hj)

My Sona is Just A Long hair Very Red OR Black (Color Not Skin Tone-) Goth Person 😭

I Cannot Find A Purple Version Of Goth Outfits But Trust Me I Would Have Them, Here’s Also A Reference To My Outfits? (Also These Aren’t Entirely Goth Makeup Choices! I Don’t Like How Makeup Feels On My Face So It Wouldn’t Be Completely Full Face 😭)

Not the type of person you would expect to be a dream walker but still 🙏☹️

Would definitely have a listener and their name would be something cheesy like dreamboat (ik I’m so original) they would also call their listener lupa (wolf in Italian) BECAUSE FUCK DARLIN BEING THE ONLY SHIFTER >:(

Playlist (music) for my sona will be coming soon and a icon with a fake cassette tape 😡

I would also like to make an audio but I cannot voice act well might try though so! ☹️

You should subscribe to my YouTube to see if i do 🤨

(Updated cause I actually made a YouTube for va work :D)

Hehe 😼

(All stuff that I need to make WILL TAKE TIME please give me some of it and be patient pleaseee 😓)

Hashtags I use!!

Not redacted related omg? <- random thoughts

Battytalks / batty talks <- pretty much anything tbh??

Batty headcannons <- head cannons about a tadnom redacted character :D (unless otherwise stated it’s not redacted!!)

Batty moots!! <- talking more to moots than other people I guess??

Batty rants <- srs talks

Batty writes <- stuff I want to write or stuff I wrote and wanted to share (not used yet!!)

Batty drawings <- art I’ve done :D (idk if it’s been used yet :,) )

Batty makes videos <- me making videos but it’s a new one so there isn’t many yet!!

Batty tweets <- im surpised i didnt put it here but yeah! tweets of redacted characters ive done!!

Battys family <- my irl blood family stuff!! (R, H, Mom, and Step-Dad or J)

Alr signing off for now!!

-batty! 🦇

[vanillabat99]

JUST PLAYED THIS AND I ABSOLUTELY RECOMMEND!!!! (potential spoilers below the cut)

Beautiful style, great music, interesting environments (and fun hammer swinging >:3). I accidentally did the levels slightly out of order (Hospital first) but then I noticed they were numbered. I only died twice, once to the wall stabbies in the Hospital and once to the crushing machines in the Factory. I never felt the need to use any of the syringes (I assume they were healing items) once I figured out the hammer strategy. I greatly appreciated that I didn't have to go back through the crushing machine segment after completing it!!

As someone with really bad anxiety and major startle reflex, I found this to be really enjoyable to play!! I got startled by a monster or two, but there were not any jumpscares! The overall environment and style of the game gave a great "uneasy" feeling that made me want to explore and approach everything with caution!! There are some achievements I will have to go back and get, but I had so much fun playing :3 The song was also really lovely <3

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[heavenbarnes]

anyways, as i was saying about older bf!simon and his willingness to please learn

pt 2 to this

“you ever heard of a nut video with sound on?”

obviously, he hasn’t- far as he’s concerned, if you haven’t told him about it then it doesn’t exist to him.

no skin off your nose, you’d spend the rest of your life teaching him about the ‘latest trends’ if it meant he kept sending those filthy fucking videos to your phone.

(your favourites on tiktok were purely filled with ideas)

he’s holed up in a remote location, killing time till he can be home and actually do something to you rather than send you a bloody video about it.

your instructions come through clear and concise, just how he likes:

“it’s what’s written on the can, si- you can pick the setup but i just want to see you cum and, most importantly, i want to hear it”

you’re lucky simon is such a practical guy and maybe you could thank price one day for making him so good at following orders.

when he’s got his alone time he’s setting his phone up to record on the edge of the window sill, moonlight fighting through the curtain to illuminate him.

he’s lost the bulkiest of his gear, down to his tactical trousers and a compression t-shirt. the images in his tattoo sleeve almost move when the light catches them right.

balaclava on (the one that just shows his eyes above the painted image of a skull) and he’s standing up to undo his belt (that you think looks like an airplane seatbelt).

you can hear his boots against the floorboard as he steps back to give you the full view of him undoing his trousers, taking his sweet time because he knows it drives you fucking batty.

he’s so big that the phone is working overtime to get all of him in the frame but you see exactly what you need to- thick thighs at your eye line and massive hands drawing down his fly.

on (you assume) the other side of the globe, you’re at home in your shared bed and you’re propped up right in the middle with the smell of simon engulfing you as you watch the video play out before you.

(if you’d thought about it you should’ve cast it to the bedroom tv, hoping the neighbours didn’t mind)

simon sits back down with his legs spread wide, one hand gripping his thigh as the other rubs himself over his boxers. his eye contact with the camera was fucking intense, like you’d hoped, just like when he’s on top of you.

he’s dressed in all black and the moonlight is obscured but you can still see him firming up in his pants. his eyes flutter, an infinitesimal amount but you’ve been tuned into his every move since you met him.

your thumb leans hard on the volume up button and you can hear the diegetic sound of the building expanding and that usual technical hum that comes with a video. but at this pitch, you could hear him.

his breathing was chopped, chest expanding visibly as he pulled his cock out into clear view. jeeeeesus christ, it was never something you just got used to.

long, reasonably straight, fucking thick. even his hand struggled to make it look smaller as he wrapped around it, giving one dry tug.

as he closed his palm over the tip, you saw him make a swipe before he brought his hand back down considerably smoother than before. you’d had your hands down his pants enough times, man leaked like a fucking faucet.

simon’s head tipped back as he started to pull himself off, balaclava raising just enough to expose some of his throat. if you were there you would be perched in his lap, letting him do the work but running your tongue under the lip of the fabric.

one of the best things about the videos simon sent was, he didn’t really understand how sexy he was. he didn’t think any of the videos particularly watchable so he’d just send them on first take. if you liked them, you liked them- yours was the only opinion that mattered.

what that meant was, you never got b-roll. everything he sent you was unbridled perfection. captured exactly as it happens with no faffing about.

always whatever you’ve asked for, whenever you ask.

(simon’s nothing if not inexplicably obedient)

he brings his hand under his chin to spit into the wide span of his palm, wrapping back around his cock and tugging. his foreskin moved over the head, rolling back down and thick veins bulging under his grasp.

you’d almost forgotten the conditions of your request, totally fucking enamoured by the sight in front of you when it caught you off guard.

a guttural moan ripped out of simon’s chest as he twisted his wrist.

his free hand moved to cup his balls, big and heavy, he rolled them in his palm as another groan sounded out of him. what you wouldn’t give to be knelt between his thighs with the whole lot in your mouth.

you knew how much of an ask this was, you really had to work him up to making noise when it was just you two in bed. these days? you couldn’t shut the man up when he was balls deep and his face was buried in the crook of your neck.

but this was another step, this was him on his own with his crew just through the walls. he’d be a plain liar if he said there wasn’t that rumbling trepidation in his chest. he’d put it to bed though.

all he had to think of was you, one hand gripping your phone and the other between your thighs as you watched him through with a hazy smile- that kept him going.

with the thought still heavy on his mind, you didn’t have to strain to hear your name drift off his lips. his hips bucked into his hand as he did, speeding up the motion of his strokes.

you were going to black out, his tattoos flexing and his chest expanding with every stuttered breath. simon looked like a god among men and he fucking sounded like one too.

“fuck, sweetheart- you’re so fucking filthy giving me orders like this”

your cheeks were burning, he wasn’t wrong but you weren’t expecting him to call you out quite like this.

“what does that make me? always so fucking eager to do what you say? make a dirty old man, yeah?”

wheeeeeew that’ll do it, your thighs snapped together around your hand as your eyes nearly rolled back in your head. whenever you thought you couldn’t take any more, he was always there to do you one better.

“only for you, pet- you can always get whatever you fucking want from me”

and you knew he was serious, that’s what made it all the more debilitating. simon was unshakeable, you’d seen him go out of his way to defy orders if he didn’t think the person worth his time.

when it came to you? you could tell him to kill and he would.

(he probably had)

simon’s hips were twitching, back arching in a way he’d rather die than have anyone else know about. his mouth was hanging open beneath the balaclava, your name and a string of expletives falling off his tongue.

so quick you nearly missed it, the hand that was cradling his balls moved to grip the fabric of his shirt and push it up his toned front. you couldn’t call his abs cut and defined, there was aged layer to them, but they were undeniably there.

you’d rested your head on them, pressed your palms against them, even ridden them enough times to know they were there. regardless, he looked fucking perfect under the moon glow as he stroked himself hard and long.

eyes locked onto the camera, broken moans on his lips, you saw his hips lift one last time as thick spurts of cum began to paint his stomach and chest.

scars illuminated under the night sky, mirrored by shiny patches of hot cum splattered across the same stretch of skin. the hairs on his chest were matted with sweat and were now being splashed with how far he was shooting.

you could only watch with your mouth hung open as he tugged himself through his orgasm. soon it was only the sound of his laboured breathing, chest rising and falling as he tucked his soft cock back into his pants.

just when you thought that was it, you found one of his hands lifting up the edge of his balaclava till his lips were exposed. two fingers of his other hand swiped up some of his spend before he lay them on his tongue.

knuckles in your mouth, biting down to suppress a scream, simon readjusted his clothes as he stood and took a heavy step towards the camera.

one hand braced on the window sill, the other gently gripping himself through his trousers- his voice was so fucking gravely it could’ve reverberated round your room.

“what’s next sweet’art? you name it, it’s yours”

[incorrectbatfam]

Batfam’s Father’s Day plans

(also on Ao3)

"Morning, Bruce."

The way Stephanie says that instantly makes him look up. She traces her socked toe on the right angles of the tile, looking down. 

"Morning, Steph." Bruce puts his coffee down. "Something wrong?"

"Huh?" She perks up in realization. "No, not at all. I actually just have something for you. I stopped by Walgreens on patrol last night 'cause I ran out of antiseptic, and I saw something that reminded me of you." 

She hands him a dark blue greeting card with a cartoon fruit bat and Comic Sans text reading: You drive me batty, but I love you.

"Get it? 'Cause it's a bat, and you're the Batman." She scratches the back of her neck. "Not trying to make it weird or anything, you're just a cool mentor and whatnot. But also, it's nice to have someone who you can mess around with. My old man was always talking business even when he was at home—you kinda do that too, but in a good way 'cause anything's better than being a D-list villain, y'know. Plus, unlike him, you're working on striking a balance. Sometimes you even have a sense of humor." She chuckles awkwardly. "Anyway, I'm going on a jog. Text me if you need anything." 

Before he processes her rambling, she grabs a granola bar and races out the door. He opens the card and out falls out a handful of purple confetti plus an ever-rare two-dollar bill. Smiling, he brushes the confetti up and puts it in his shirt pocket. 

Bruce checks his watch. Everyone else is already out, except for Cass. She was out late last night on that Clayface mission, but even she should be up by this time. He fixes her a bowl of cereal with the package instructions and brings it upstairs. 

"Cass?" He knocks. "Are you up yet? It's past 9:30."

He hears the duvet crunch like a candy wrapper as she shuffles around. A moment later, the door swings open as a messy-haired Cass yawns. 

"I'll leave this up here for you," he says, putting the bowl on the dresser. "Any big plans today?"

She shakes her head. "Write reports. And relax."

"Well, you deserve a break. Great job on the stakeout, Princess." He plants a quick kiss on her forehead. 

"Love," she says.

"Huh?"

"Favorite thing you do. Love."

He laughs softly. "I try. Now go get dressed."

The rest of the day goes by like any other. Despite it being Sunday, he still has a meeting scheduled with some Singaporean investors on their timezone. By eleven, he and some other executives are gathered around the long conference table as the video call drones on, and it's not until over an hour later that they're finally let out. Bruce loosens his tie and Tim does the same, sighing in relief and exhaustion. 

Bruce asks, "Did you have lunch yet?"

"Oh, I forgot that's a thing," Tim says, stretching. "Hey, remember that ice cream place on 32nd?"

"You want ice cream for lunch?"

"I'd break your no killing rule for their M&M cookie sundae, okay?" he says. "Besides, remember when you took my friends and I there even though we massively bombed our first off-world fight? I might still be a massive perfectionist but that made me get a little more comfortable with failing. Anyway, I thought it'd be cool to stroll down memory lane—and have junk food as a meal without Alfred knowing. Unless you're busy, which I totally get."

"Not at all," Bruce replies, putting an arm around Tim's shoulders. "Duke and Damian will be at the arcade all day and I don't have any urgent side business." 

And so, instead of calling Alfred for a ride, they journey through the Gotham subways with Tim's camera capturing the Grammy-worthy saga of a billionaire CEO battling a common turnstyle. They get a few side-glances in the sparse train car, but besides a teenager asking for Tim's autograph, the civilians leave them alone. Pretty soon, they're at a 1950s-themed ice cream parlor, where the waitress slides their orders down the long chromium bar. 

"Why do they call it a banana split?" Bruce asks, grabbing the cocoa powder shaker. 

Tim pauses mid-bite of his cookie. "...Because they split the banana in half?"

"Really?"

He moves the whipped cream aside to reveal the cut banana in Bruce's dish. 

"How would it sound if I said I never noticed that?"

He smirks. "That's why I'm the brains of this operation."

"Indeed you are." Bruce ruffles his hair. "Though this head of yours could use some shampoo." 

"Will saying I love you get me a free pass out of it?"

"No." He laughs. "But I love you too, son."

Alfred catches on to their little dessert escapade and picks them up from the parlor, though not without commenting on the strawberry stain on Bruce's jacket. As Tim plugs his music into the car, Bruce takes the time to listen to the voicemails he got during their lunch break. 

"Hiya Bruce," Clark's voice plays. "I hope today's going swell for you. I just want you to know that I'm glad I can call you my pard'ner." Bruce snickers at the country twang.

Next is Diana. "Bruce, I apologize if I must keep this brief since I have a curator's convention today. However, I wish to tell you that you are an invaluable teammate and even more remarkable friend."

"Hey Batman, I gave you a shoutout to the Central City press for your help taking down Weather Wizard," Barry says. "Also, thanks for letting me borrow your communicator. I can always count on you to be overprepared. Have a good one!"

"Bats, tell your kid to quit taking my yogurt from the fridge." Ah, good old Hal. "Also, today's all about guys like you, so... yeah. I admit, you could be worse." 

Finally, there's one from Zatanna. "Afternoon, Bruce! I'd tell you in person if I wasn't caught up in Kahndaq, but I hope today is extra special for you. I know how much the birds mean to you, and I know they're gonna treat you well."

(There's also one from Ollie, but he's just asking if he can use the communicator after Barry. In the background, Dinah is is clearly ordering food.) 

After dropping Tim and Alfred home and switching to a more discreet vehicle, Bruce makes his way to pick two of his other kids up from the arcade. 

"Did you guys have fun?" Bruce asks as they climb in.

"We decimated every game," Damian says, "and won you the finest specimen as a trophy."

He plops a five-foot Snorlax into the front seat and buckles the seatbelt.

"This is for me?" Bruce asks. 

"Tt, who else would it be for?"

"I didn't win as many tickets," Duke says, "but I also got you a spider ring and a Chinese finger trap." He puts them in the cupholder.

"Why are you giving me all your prizes?"

"Again, who else would we give them to?" Damian asks.

Duke says, "I think what he means is that you do a lot for us, so this is a thanks from us."

As silly as it might seem, Bruce is genuinely touched. 

Pre-patrol dinner is a quiet affair, with Kate stopping by because she apparently forgot to go grocery shopping. She takes a fingerling potato off his plate. 

"Um, you're welcome?" he says. 

"Bruce, we're family. It's what we do." She takes a bite. 

He takes a piece of asparagus from her. "I wish all of us were here, though. Too bad Dick and Jason have that Penguin stakeout. Hopefully they're being safe."

"Even if things go wrong, they were taught by the best. You should trust them more." Selina gets up and places a peck on his cheek before going to get a drink. 

"I do," he mumbles into his meal. "It's the world I don't trust." 

As he puts on his cowl, he asks Barbara for an update on the evening. So far, Duke is handling a carjacking, the girls are preoccupied with a strip mall hostage situation, Damian is patrolling Metropolis with Jon, and Kate is kicking off her shift with a car chase against Two-Face. Tim and Selina are staying back to catch up on some overdue reports, but other than that, the cave is quiet. 

"Before you go," Barbara says, "my dad was cleaning out the attic and found something you might like."

From her bag, she pulls out a blue mug that says: World's Okayest Dad.

"My brother got it for him a long time ago, but... you know. It's all yours now, if you want it." 

He takes it, running his thumb along the words. 

"It suits you," she says before turning back to relay something to Stephanie. 

The route laid out for him tonight gives him the perfect opportunity to swing by and check on two of his boys. He lands on the rooftop silently, where Nightwing and Red Hood have already set up camp. Evidently, they don't notice him as they keep going with their conversation.

"Did you get dropped on your head as a baby?" Jason asks. "Sour cream and Greek yogurt are not the same thing."

"They totally are, change my mind." Dick glances through his binoculars. "No sign of Cobblepot yet."

A moment goes by as Jason not-so-covertly steals some of his brother's patrol snacks. 

"So how'd family therapy go yesterday?" Jason asks. "Did the old bat finally show an emotion?"

"It was pretty insightful, at least on my part." Dick lowers his binoculars. "I think I realized where Bruce's persistence comes from. It's annoying as hell, but I think that's how he maintains hope. And who knows, maybe it's his love language."

Jason scoffs. 

"I'm serious," he says. "I know none of us are stellar at this family thing, but we care about each other. You can't deny that. We just gotta... refine how we express it." 

"Count me out."

"Jaybird."

"Codenames, Dickhead."

Dick snickers. "You love us, admit it. All of us."

Jason mutters a string of curses under his breath before saying, "If you tell him, I'm filling your mattress with sour cream."

Bruce smiles and leaps to the next building. 

At the end of the night, Bruce finds Alfred brewing tea in the kitchen and takes the kettle from him. 

"I got this," he says. "Why don't you go relax in the living room? I think they added your favorite detective movie to Netflix." 

"This is a pleasant surprise." Alfred raises an eyebrow. "What brought it on?"

"It's Father's Day, of course," he replies, pouring the cups of tea. "You know you've always been a second dad to me."

"You made that clear with last year's breakfast surprise," Alfred says. "Care to join me?"

"Always," Bruce says. "By the way, do the kids seem different to you today?"

[florisa6s]

A idea- bats/ loves?

Do you think the people who crush on the bat kids all get together like once a week to talk about things? I like to think they do because their lovers are all emotionally constipated and self-sacrificing so ofc they need to bond over making sure the bats don't end up self destructing.

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Wally: So have you also been ignored?

Roy: Yup

Jon: Yeah ...

Kon: Definitely

Steph: mhmm

Wally: We all know why right?

All: The al zinki case

Wally: Good I'm not the only one, now let's go get in trouble and remind them we're here

Jon: why don't we just solve the case?

.....

Steph: or...we can get kidnapped....

*murmurs of agreement*

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I just imagine them as old tired wives doing like an old workout video talking to each other about gossip and their 'husbands'

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Jon: Damian hasn't slept in two days

Wally: Tch two? Mine is on week 1

Kon: Pathetic mine is about a week and a half in

Roy: Why the fuck would you let them get past 1 day- I would never let Jaybird avoid sleep he needs his rest!

Steph: my batty-girl would never miss a day of sleep.

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Most of them only have crushed on the bats because their all to scared to confess to them (Damian and Jon have some type of puppy love going on and Jon just thinks of Damian as his best friend and doesn't understand why he likes Damian so much and why kon keeps bringing him to talk about Damian with Kons friends)

And every once in a while whatever girl or man that likes Bruce ends up joining them during this time, I fully think the bats would never know about this because all of them already know the bats techniques and can clearly dodge them.

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Dick: hey do you ever wonder where Roy goes every Friday?

Jason: no why?

Dick: well...every Friday all of us somehow end up in the living room, it's nice but uh kinda weird don't you think?

Damian: now that Grayson says it this does feel suspicious and Jonathan always leaves during Friday as well...

Dick: Wally too

Cass: Steph-

Tim: - and Kon

All:....

Jason: so every Friday we all meet in the living room and our bo- best friends all go out leaving us here like a fuckin daycare?

All murmurs of agreement

Jason: ....like a daycare...exactly like how Roy drops of Lian..- wait...- Wait, Oh Son of a bitch! Roy! I'm not a child you can just drop off here like it's a daycare!

Alfred: I hope you don't plan on leaving without food?

Jason:....okay but just one tiny square sandwich....and then I'm going to kill him! Also can I have a drink?

Dick: I want a drink too and can you grab the TV remote I promise Damian to show him kung fu panda-

[serxinns]

Give me the reader being batman(idk what gender they are) we just need to be saving the city.

• You always hid that you were the Bat, Ever since ur father retired you were eager to take his place, it was no surprising there whenever your classmates asked you who was your parents you always told them that they died and u lived with your "Grandpa" (Aka Alfred ) and they all believed it plus even if you'll tell them they'll be even WORSE

•Now your classmates were already obsessed and overbearing with you they bicker with each other about who would hang out with you Mina would pinch your cheeks telling you how adorable you are tsuyu loves to cuddle with you and if you tried to leave she'd guilt trip you to stay longer, Hakagure love watching you even if you're not talking to her but if you are she acts like she doesn't deserve to talk to someone like you, Jirou is Making you a bunch of playlist involving love songs and your fav songs are now hers too

And the boys aren't any better

•Bakugo would force you to walk with him to class while holding hands and glaring at anyone who looked funny, Todoroki would always need help with something in his room whether be a broken lamp or some work he would always be something in his dorm room and while you're helping him he'll invite you to spend the night or to just watch you, Izuku would try to squeeze information out of you by asking a bunch of questions about everything, Sero and Denki would try to invite you to play video games with them and would try to impress you with their skills making it a big completion

•But they always question your strange habits, Like how you'll go to bed early, Or how you mostly don't use your work as much and use your fighting skills, and whenever you see the bat on TV you always 1st one to see it

•One day you were heading to bed early while talking to Kirishima and Tokoyami the 2 men got curious and took a peak in your room to their shock you were to be seen but there was another costume on your bed that looked similar to "the bats" hero costume kiri took the mask and examine it and theories were true they were gonna have to tell the class

•The next day you were bombarded with questions, squealing and wonder everyone was holding put autographs and stuff it was crazy

"HOW DID YOU BEAT 5 NOMUS BY YOURSELF"

"Troublesome extra STOP BEING RECKLESS"

"Y/n you have no reason to be fighting crime late at night it is unhealthy"

"CAN YOU SIGH MY NOTEBOOK"

You were shocked and confusion by this sudden attention so you questioned it and to your horror kiri sheepishly told you that he peaked into your room and saw it defeated you told them about how you were bat kid and sternly told them to NOT Tell anyone about it

To this day on the class all promise to protect you and keep it a secret

•Like How Kirishima and denki would beg you to let them see your gadgets and if you accepted it they'll play fight it with each other which u scolded them not too but Kiri will worship your weapons like crazy

•Ojiro would offer you to train to where it's just the two of you

•Izuku and ochako is just be obsessing over you Like lovesick puppies Izuku is just writing down everything about you and finally gets to add more info about the bar hero section while Ochako is just sighing dreamily doodling you with love hearts and cute little letters

•iida will forbid you from sneaking outside and scold you about how it is way past your bedtime and that school is important and if you still manage to sneak out he's going HUNT MODE heck even some of your classmates will join in cause they're extremely worried for you especially when you're fighting all these villains

Your classmates see a devoted to protecting you no matter how dangerous after all you are their batty little darling~

[melobin]

MELOOOO OMGGG THE DREAM I JUST HADDD

so it was eunseok in front of mirror with black hair he looked like from talk saxy era and he was jerking off in public bathroom recording it massaging his tip and then going fast throwing his head back and biting his lips but then I FUCKING WOKE UPPPP

I usually don't have sexual dreams but this one was absolutely amazing I can't stop thinking about that I think I might have moaned while sleeping

🐉

that sounds so hot jesus christ. makes me think about eunseok who jerks off and sends you a video of it after you teased him endlessly with photos and messages. tells you how he couldn’t go on stage so worked up so he had to do something about it but he’ll be sure to fuck any ounce of battiness out of you as soon as he gets home to you

[cazort]

My wife has noticed this increasing trend of getting recommended Instagrams that purport to be about "women empowering women" and "promoting healthy relationships" and "improving mental health" and "feminism" and things like that, and then when you watch their videos, 100% of the videos are some woman filming her husband and then the woman who runs the channel is analyzing and blaming and shaming the man's behavior.

The first thing that jumps out at me is that these channels are based on filming your spouse and then publicly shaming them, as if that behavior right there weren't toxic in and of itself. There is always an assumption of bad faith in the analysis of the husband's words and actions, and a black-and-white analysis in which the woman is right and the man is wrong.

And they always make it about gender. They're like "this is a thing men do to women". And the frustrating thing is, a lot of the things being highlighted aren't even about gender.

Like last night I watched this one and the guy was being super passive-aggressive. It was very disrespectful, I and my wife agreed. But I've seen just as many women do the exact same thing; I've had it done to me even, and I've seen some of my friends' moms do it to their dads. In that video, it was a behavior that had nothing to do with gender socialization, but they were analyzing it as if it did. As someone who actually has delved deep into feminist theory and sociology, this stuff drives me batty. It gives feminism a bad name!

In some cases, the man is bringing up valid concerns and the video spins it around as a negative thing. For example this one guy was complaining about the wife signing up for an expensive activity, when the husband suggested he could create a similar experience for their kid for much cheaper. The woman running the channel then lambasted him for "spreading negativity". There was no dialogue, no attempt to listen to the husband or understand his perspective, compromise, or even acknowledge that he could perhaps have a valid concern. The whole video was made with the assumption that the husband was bad and wrong for merely voicing a concern. And from my perspective, it seemed that the husband was trying to encourage healthy financial management, whereas the wife was spending wastefully in ways that could create financial strain for the family.

Sometimes these videos combine valid concerns with invalid ones. For example, a man might communicate something in a less-than-fully-respectful way, but still raise valid concerns. In relationship conflict, most tense situations are like this. There are valid concerns, but strong emotions lead people to say or do some disrespectful things. But the woman running the channel fixates only on the negative or disrespect aspects of the man's behavior, and ignores the possibility that he might actually have valid concerns. This is such a harmful and dangerous example to set, because it tends to lead to conflict that escalates and issues that never get resolved. It often leads to emotional abuse, and often ends in divorce, sometimes after costly court battles and extensive trauma to children through the process. Everyone comes out traumatized.

These channels are very obviously anti-men. They masquerade as "feminist" or "women supporting women" but the women aren't supporting the women, they're just demonizing and attacking the men. They give women a superficial sense of solidarity but it's shallow because it is not based on actually lifting each other up, only around beating others (men) down. It honestly reminds me of the same way the Trump movement bonds around hating immigrants and how extremist movements in general bond around a shared "enemy" that gets demonized.

Some of these channels are a pipeline to other hate ideologies, which is unsurprising. They feed right into TERF (Trans Exclusionary Radical Feminism) but they can also feed into other far-right ideologies as they tend to embrace a lot of negative social beliefs, like sex negativity (male desire is inherently bad and predatory), and right-wing social beliefs (men need to be the "provider" and their main value is an income earners, and are inherently bad at childcare) and hyper-consumerism (it's bad and wrong to express concern about how much something costs, just shut up and earn the money.) So although they masquerade as "progressive" they have a strong regressive effect.

The most frustrating and sad thing about these channels is that a lot of them have so many subscribers and so much attention and engagement on their videos. There is no debate. The only comments posted on the videos are fully in agreement, and there are tons and tons of them. I strongly suspect the channel creators censor the comments and block users who question the narrative.

I don't know what can be done about these channels other than to talk about them. It's creepy to me that, although my wife doesn't subscribe to any of them, she keeps getting recommendations for them. I sometimes would too. It is one of many factors that drove me off Instagram.

I want us to talk about these things though. If you have friends who subscribe to these channels or watch their videos, talk about it with them. Tell them some of the things I've told you. Share with them healthier ways of conflict resolution. Point out ways you disagree. Point out how it's incredibly suspicious that these channels don't have any disagreeing comments, that they must obviously be censored.

I refuse to let these ideas take hold in the people around me.

[the-kitty-trio]

Kitty Trio Masterpost!

Who are we?

We are a group of friends who decided one afternoon to create a blog about our ocs! We are not the same person, there is three people running this blog

@battywirdo @animaliacomics @samicarabarbaru2137 <- People running blog! Feel free to check them out

Let's introduce ourselves individually! Let's start with...

Heya! I go by Was, Maxie or Eddie, but you can call me Sox’s dad.

Age: 18 (birthday is march 21!)

Pronouns: They/them (nonbinary)

What I like: Tadc, indie animation and cartoons in general, video games (especially indie), drawing, oc making/rambling

Sexuality: Bi 

About me: I’m just your average furry and multifandom artist from Sweden with autism and t1d. My current hyperfixation is tadc and two of my tadc ocs, Sox (the one prominent in the blog) and Foofi. When I’m not doing tadc stuff I’m currently developing my upcoming story with my original characters.

Wonderful! Now it's the turn of...

Hey y'all, I'm Batty.

I'm a 19 years old french cartoonist who loves TADC and other cartoons, and I also think monsters and guts are neat. I go by they/them pronouns. I'm the owner of Aslan, the big drag queen of the crew. Very proud of my OC, and I hope you will like him! Anyway, that's all. Horror art is very cool btw.

Great! And now last but not least, there is...

Hi! I'm pery!

I'm old, I go by She/her and I'm Bi!

I like to draw silly things, listen to music and do some acting from time to time. TADC is my hyperfixation and uhh caine is the best character.

Im working on my own au but that's not what im here for.

A bit about myself:

I'm just a simple polish girl (/ref) and I won't admit that im a furry. I'm a big fan of cartoons and kitties so…I combined the two to make nuzzle! She is the smol grumpy kitty. If i make some spelling mistakes i'm sorry i'm just bit stupid LOL

Our Ocs!

- Sox

- Aslan

- Nuzzle

- Foofi

Now, one last thing but still very important

Boundaries + Q/A

ZOO/PEDO/MAP/PROSHIPPERS, DON'T INTERACT

Does this blog contains ships?

Yes it does. There's canonxcanon but also OCxcanon so if you don't like the ships which are going to be depicted or OCxcanon, just don't interact. Don't like it, don't watch it.

Can I make fanarts or fanfics?

Of course! Feel free to show us!

If there's comics, can I make dubs?

Sure! As long as you credit us, it's all good!

Can I ask questions to canon characters?

Feel free to do so. Just, this blog is focused on our TADC OCs so asks focused on them will be prioritized, but canon characters have their importance too!

Can I draw NSFW? Or ask NSFW questions?

Please don't. At the very least, suggestive asks are okay, but nothing more. We're not here for that.

Important: this post will be updated from time to time! So don't forget to check on it sometimes.

[bryan360]

"🦸‍♀️🦇The Heroes"

🦇🌙Batty Midnight: Watch out, bad guys! I'm changing from the Dark Night since Inktober of 2022 (Link Here) to an amazon warrior who never back down! With my lasso of truth on hand, I'll make sure to be ready when facing off danger and help everyone in need. I'm not coming alone as I'm with these two female super pets that will helping me in battle. Krypto the Superdog and the rest were to busy facing off the big bad somewhere, but nothing we can handle a problem with my pet friends. Sure hope the Justice League will be proud of us when its over. 😊👍

🇵🇷Me: I'm sure they'll do, Batty. BTW, you seen that female cat character included; which was from 2022's DC League of Super-Pets animated movie if you know. I even made my first fanart that time if you haven't check it yet. ➡️(Link Here)

🇵🇷Me: I know already this cat character's minor villainous role from said film as I'd mentioned. This is my "What If" depiction of her; redeemed form instead of being a bad kitten who worked for an evil guinea pig antagonist. Again, didn't watched this animated film or something. Just the concept that it counts when watching some clips on YouTube. At least I'd tried to work it out when doing this Inktober post share today. Just imagine if Whiskers turned good that I can't help myself think about for a bit. 🤔

And some video clips from “DC League of Super-Pets” to see what I mean. ⬇️

Batty Midnight (as Wonder Woman) created by me; BryanVelasquez87 (Bryan360)

PB the Pig and Whiskers the Cat - DC League of Super-Pets (2022); Warner Bros Animation Group, DC Entertainment

Previously: ⬇️

“⬛️⬜️🪦The Grave” - Link Here #1

“🦝🦝The Raccoons” - Link Here #2

“🐿️💕❄️The Climbers” -Link Here #3

“🐱🎸🐶 The Guitarist” - Link Here #4

“🐰👮The Cops” - Link Here #5

“🐶🏴‍☠️👑The Joy” - Link Here #6

“🦔🦊💍The Rings” - Link Here #7

“🦦🐟The Fish” - Link Here #8

“🐱👢🌙 The Cuteness” - Link Here #9

“🎧🦨 The Beats” - Link Here #10

“🔴🐼🐶 The Dogs” - Link Here #11

”🐿️🐰🎸The Band” - Link Here #12

“🦊🔵 The Tallest” - Link Here #13

“🌳😟 The Hunted” - Link Here #14

“🤗❤️ The Hugging” - Link Here #15

“🐭🐩🎞️The Classics” - Link Here #16

“🐷🍫The Chase” - Link Here #17

“🎈🦫The Drifting” - Link Here #18

“🕵️👧🏻The Spies” - Link Here #19

“🐑📖👨‍⚕️The Member” - Link Here #20

“🐰🦄🦁The Painters” - Link Here #21

“🐔🥚🐰The Egg” - Link Here #22

Tagged: @murumokirby360 @shadowredfeline@alexander1301 @sammirthebear2k4

[certifiedcodbabygirl]

Guess who’s back w my bullshit??

Got inspo from my soap mactavish playlist & skater boy by Avril Lavigne was on-

He was a punk she did ballet, what more can I say?

Punk soap and ballerina reader im begging 😮‍💨✨🩰🤘🏼

Sorry this took so long 😭💗

Punk Johnny would be the type to listen to Electric Sockhead by Destructo Disk while waiting for you outside of your ballet studio. He's on leave and, contrary to what the others think, he doesn't wear compression shirts and gym shorts. He's got his battle jacket on with a pair of patch pants (I think he'd get too bugged by not washing his crust pants and would settle for patch pants). He's got his ear piercings (the same ones he uses various object to poke through while deployed to make sure they don't close up) and gels his mohawk so it's pointier. He doesn't use spotify, or apple music, or Amazon. He downloads music onto his phone (that he bought from a friend so he doesn't buy into a big corporation) and shops locally. I think the only reason Punk! Johnny is in the military and settles it in his brain is because he's part of a special task force, and not generic duty. He definitely has 1312 tattoo on his shoulder and some sort of tattoo for when Queen Elizibeth died (like that video of Irish people in the football stadium screaming "Lizzy's in a box!" when her death was announced mid-game)

He tries to not mess with your ballet attire, even if you had to shoo him away from drawing something on your leotard. The first time he came to one of your recitals and was looking for you, he got so many looks. To go from frilly tutus to spikes and leather boots was a lil bit of whiplash for most of the people there. The more recitals he went to, the more people recognized his and even began to refer to him as your man. He definitely bought some flowers from a small stand and brought them for you.

Every.

Single.

Time.

If you don't already like the music he does, he'll try to introduce you to it. I imagine he loves Destructo Disk (i'm projecting i love destructo disk sm) and would try to start you out with some of their softer songs (Goth Queen, Batty For You, Sockhead (not electric))

I like to think he'd make a light-colored battle jacket for you (they exist) and take you to local basement concerts. There's this thing that some people will do with their battle jackets where they'll get a piece of cloth, paint your initials on it, and then sew a patch over it so that it's like a pocket that can't be opened without taking the entire patch off. Once you two are engaged, he'd do that.

I have so many more thoughts on punk! Johnny so lemme know if you want more pookie <3

Source: me

Lore drop:

I was in the punk community for a WHILE (still am, just don't always dress the same. I do have a battle jacket tho) (Punk isn't just clothing btw. It's music, culture, politics, and clothing. You can dress however you want and as long as you got those others, you're good. A lot of discourse in the community tho unfortunately). I'm not 100% sure on Scottish punk culture, so I'm mostly going off of American punk culture. If anyone that's from Scottland or knows abt Scottish punk culture, lemme know in the replies!

[canmom]

i was a very online teenager. i struggled with in-person interpersonal relationships and spent a lot of time on a much less sanded down internet than the one we have today. and my peers at school were on that same internet.

so of course i saw porn of various kinds, from goofy flash videos to the standard catalogue of shock images (goatse, meatspin etc.). like most kids my age, we took it mostly as a big joke. it was exciting mostly only because it was forbidden, like swearing. so people would talk about something like 2girls1cup, and whether you'd seen it, in much the same way you'd talk about having seen gory shock horror films like Saw. none of this was particularly upsetting or shocking. (i found gore way more discomforting, in general.)

even so, the whole environment was rife with repression. and frankly, 'imply someone is gay' ('batty boy' is one especially goofy slur i remember) being a default category of joke did way more damage than knowing some people are into scat or playing a flash game where you can see a drawing of some boobs. implicitly sexual insults would be common, often playing on someone's naivete. i got very used to 'do you have ginger pubes'. tricking someone into saying something 'sexual' without understanding, and then laughing at them, was another one - i suppose it functioned a way of showing your proximity to the mysterious adult world of knowing about sex.

so after a few years of that, i went through a whole period of just... trying to distance myself from having anything to do with sex. we didn't have 'asexuality' language back then, but i probably would have jumped on it if it had been available. 'sex is gross' was the only frame i had to distance myself from how my classmates talked about sexuality, because i didn't have a handle on what was really up, just that i didn't like it. projecting 'i am above it all and find it disgusting' was a form of armour that calcified around me and ultimately did tons of damage to my ability to understand my own feelings. as i got older, this got mixed up in the moralistic rhetoric of online 'social justice'.

when i got to university and finally started to knock down that wall, i had to speedrun figuring out "how to do relationship". (i dived into polyamory head first, and of course that all went as badly as first relationships usually do.) it's been messy.

i reckon if i'd been willing to approach subcultures as a teenager that had given more room to experiment with like, desire and expression and so on... like if i hadn't let the background contempt get under my skin, for the emos and furries and whatever other 'having too much of the wrong kind of fun' social group we were all supposed to hate... i would probably have been a lot happier! if i'd had any out gay people around me before age 17!

the idea of trying to make sure people never see anything ever related to sex until they're 18, outside of whatever the government deigns to allow to be said in sex ed class, is so hopelessly arse-backwards. it's not going to work - a generation that grew up on the internet is going to be way better at getting to what they want to see than the censors are at blocking it, so the main function of the censorship is to reinforce the idea that they're looking at something shameful and secret. it's not going to protect kids - if anything i suspect it's going to make them more vulnerable to exploitation and mistreatment, either by adults who can offer 'access to the forbidden secrets of sexuality', or by their peers by producing this dumbass hierarchy. and tbh i think knowing about all the weird fetishes there are in the world is actually a really beneficial thing, in the same category of 'seeing your grandma's tits at the spa'.

unless, i guess, what you really want to do is teach everyone how to bypass censorship and distrust authority figures? i think there might be better ways to do that, though!

[warriorofthought]

Bullied Part 2

Summary: After being pushed down the stairs, you are in the hospital and your father takes legal action against Batty Lazy. This leads to a court hearing.

Word count: 1044

Warning: slightly injury

Aaron Hochtner x Son Reader

Since you still have to stay in the hospital for a couple of days with your injuries and are under observation. The next morning, your dad says goodbye to you and heads off to your school. 

Aaron Hochtner Pov:

On the way to my son's school, I got a lot of evidence from the team that my son's fall from the stairs was not a simple accident and that my son was being bullied pretty badly by Batty Lazy. None of the teachers have intervened, which makes me pretty angry. I am also very convinced that the bullying happened in class and that my son is not the only victim.

When I arrived at the principal's office, I knocked and went inside.

He immediately stands up and greets me.

"Good morning, Mr. Hochtner. I'm sorry about the accident with your son. I hope he's okay.

" Yes, he is fine. But it was not an accident. It was bullying. One of y/n's classmates named Batty Lazy pushed him down the stairs."

"That can't be, there is no bullying at our school, the teachers have been trained to report any case to me."

"Then your staff didn't do a very good job."

"Can you prove that it was not an accident?"

"Yes, I can. Your video camera recorded the fall and you can clearly see that my son was pushed. I will of course take legal action against the girl. But I also expect you to do something to keep my son safe and the other children here at the school as well."

"Of course, this will all be investigated Mr.Hochtner and if these allegations are true, the girl Batty Lazy will be expelled from school for the time being and may have to change schools later on. Is that to your satisfaction?"

"Yes, that is the least you can do, since you have already failed to protect my son." 

"Then have a nice day "

After that I leave the office and drive to the police department to complete the charges against Batty.

I filed a complaint and soon Batty will be called in to give a statement and then it will go all the way to court.

When Batty's parents got wind of this, they were very angry and of course wanted to make sure she would appear in court.

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When Batty learned that you or your father had taken legal action. She was upset and thought of a way to prevent it from going to trial. There is one of her friends who tells her that if you retract the statement. It won't come to trial. This makes Batty happy and she already has an idea how she can force you to do it.

She then went to the hospital, pretending to be one of your friends with a fake name, and came to your room when your father was gone and no one from the team was there. She waits for the moment when you are alone in the room, unwatched.

"Hey, little loser, fancy room" Batty laughs amused when she sees your frightened expression.

"Get out of here!" you say, reaching for the emergency bell next to your bed, but Batty is quick, grabbing your wrist and twisting it around so you can't ring it.

"Now, now, not so fast, I want you to resign the charge, you're fine, so don't make a drama out of it". 

"I can't do that, my father won't let me." 

"Then you'll have to make him, or..."

She pulls out a knife and gets dangerously close to you.

"Maybe this can change your mind." Very lightly she presses the knife into your skin.

Your heart starts to race and you hear the monitor beep also increase in speed. 

Very slowly, some blood trickles down from your wound. You make a sound, overcome with pain.

Before anything else happens, your father suddenly comes in and pulls her away from you. 

Surprised, Batty stood there and saw what she had almost done. But instead of showing remorse, she tried to apologize with crocodile tears.

Next, he takes her into arrest. Two policemen come in and take her away.

"DAMN IT I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, LET ME GO".

Batty tries to fight back but has zero chance.

You see her being taken away and feel some relief.

Next you feel someone applying pressure to your wound. As you look up, you see your father looking down at you with concern.

"Are you alright, she threatened you!"

"I'm fine, besides the cut" you smile weakly "and yes, she threatened me".

"Well, alright, the trial is in a few days, I also think that threatening you again will lead to a juvenile sentence and she will have to go to jail. So don't worry and until the trial is, you won't be alone anymore." 

Then a female doctor comes in and takes care of your injury.

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Timeskip: (Day of Trial)

The case against Batty Lazy went to trial. As the judge read the charges and enumerated the horrific acts of the woman committing the crime, she showed no remorse. She sat there with a cocky smile on her lips as if she had done nothing wrong. 

Mr. Hochtner then presented his evidence. The witnesses told of Batty's bullying and intimidation attempts.

When the judge presented the evidence, including the video showing the near-fatal attack on y/n, the courtroom fell silent. The audience held its breath. At that point, their eyes turned to Batty.

Batty tried to talk her way out of it, claiming it was an accident. 

But the judge interrupted the proceedings. "Ms. Lazy, you don't seem to understand the seriousness of your actions. You put a young man's life in danger. This is not a joke, this is a crime."

So then Batty tried again to talk her way out of it with tears and apologies. 

But the judge and the lawyers quickly realized that she did the seriousness of her actions didn't understand. 

She was found guilty and sentenced to a long juvenile term. In addition, Batty was suspended from school and given a restraining order that forbade her from approaching Y/n.

Y/n slowly recovered from his injuries and found comfort in the support of his family and friends.

@kyroxie I hope you like it and that it is about the way you had in mind.

[kisses-from-crows]

Crossed Wires - Campbell Bain - Ch 2.

Pairing: Radio Host!Campbell Bain/Popstar!femReader

Summary: After disappearing inexplicably for over a year, Y/N calls Campbell Bain, her well-documented professional nemesis. Will Campbell take the career opportunity of a lifetime?

Genre: enemies to lovers, modern au, reader insert, forced proximity, misunderstandings

Word Count: 1,285

CW: Mentions of Grief, Mentions of Mental Illness

Chapter 2

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Posted: 1 year ago -

“Has anyone ever told ye that referring to yerself in the third person is wee bit batty?” Campbell Bain said to the rather ominous voice over the phone. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and groaned a bit with the effort to sit up.

“Do you want the exclusive or not Bain?” Y/N said over the phone sounding more than a little irritated.

“Sorry sensitive subject, eh?” Campbell teased. Right about now that wrinkle would be forming just between her otherwise impeccably groomed eyebrows. He knew that wrinkle well.

"…" Y/N doesn’t respond. The silence over the phone was disconcerting. This was not like her. She was never without a response. That was the one predictable thing about her, she always had a comeback. Mind you some were better than others, but she always got the last word, no matter what.

Campbell found himself sitting up straighter and listening for sounds of distress. Maybe this was a cry for help? Maybe someone had broken in and this was her convert way of contacting the police? Campbell’s brain speed ran a list of everything that could possibly or impossibly go wrong in this moment.

“I don’t have the energy for this, Campbell” Y/N said finally, her voice sounding defeated. He let out the breathe he’d been holding, before sucking it right back in. She used his first name. She never used his first name. It was always ‘Bain’ or ‘Bastard’ or ‘Bain, you bastard’. Something was up. Something was wrong. The world was tilting off its axis and Campbell Bain was going to get to the bottom of it.

“Why are ye giving me the story?” Campbell said suspiciously, waiting for the other shoe to drop from the sky and knock him on his ass. This story could make his career, the exclusive tell-all of a pop-star at the height of her fame disappearing without a trace overnight. Only to pop up out of the blue after no one had seen or heard from her in over a year. A story like this would something of a crowning achievement, and she despised him. So why on god’s green earth would she choose him to tell this story.

“Why not.” Y/N said. As if was as simple as that. As if they hadn’t spent half of the last decade trading schoolyard taunts in a professional setting. Much to the delight of their bosses and the chagrin of anyone who had to bear witness to it in person. “We’ve done plenty of interviews together.”

“Nae, we’ve had plenty of sparring matches disguised as interviews” Campbell said “and ye had to be dragged kicking and screaming into every last one.” Each interview over the years flashed through his mind, one for each album she’d dropped. There had been a total six so far. A frankly ridiculous amount of music to release in such a short period of time. Nearly one album a year. Except for last year, when Y/N had fallen off the face of the earth and not a soul knew why.

If his memory serves him well, which it often didn’t, that last interview had been a particularly nasty one. No matter how many times they did this same old tired routine, bickering back and forth over a difference of opinions and deep seeded resentment, the public ate it up everytime.

“This one’s different” Y/N said quietly. Campbell could barely hear her over the broken speakers of his phone, water damaged from taking it in the shower to listen to music and escape the never silent cacophony in his mind. But her small voice crept through and sunk the tiniest little hook in his heart.

“Different how?” Campbell said slowly, like he was feeling out the words in his mouth. Was she going skewer him like shish kabob this time? Or maybe drop kick him into the sun and use a picture of his glorious death as an album cover. He had so many questions and so little answers.

“It’s just different,” Y/N sighed “I don’t want to talk about this over the phone. Meet me at Maison Marcelle at 9 o’clock tomorrow. I’ll send a driver to pick you up, I don’t want you followed.” With that line went dead.

“Gosh, that was cryptic.” Campbell rubbed a tired hand over his face. The guitar string callouses on his fingers caught on the tiny amount of stubble he managed to accumulate. He would need to shave for his audience with Her Majesty the Queen of Hell tomorrow.

The conversation left Campbell feeling deeply unsettled. Much too restless to go bed, the lanky brunette wandered to the kitchen. He hunted down his two favorite mugs and the good cocoa from his cupboard. If cocoa couldn’t knock him out, nothing would. It was a habit he’d picked up at St. Jude’s. He’d learned to cope better as he got older. Not all the time, but he could take care of himself at least 4 days out of the week, so that was a win. Grief made things difficult but at least some traditions never die.

Campbell boiled milk in a kettle on the stove and pulled out three packets of cocoa mix. With a dutifully practiced hand, he poured milk into each of the mugs. Then emptied a package and a half into each, he’d always liked his cocoa a little sweeter. He stirred the powder in and let it dissolve. Cursing himself for forgetting to buy more mini marshmallows while he was at the store last.

In the peaceful silence of the kitchen, Campbell pushed the other mug of cocoa to the empty chair across from him and let it grow cold. Thoughtlessly sipping from his drink too quickly, he burnt his tongue. He pictured Fergus in the seat across from him, laughing at his impatience and let the bittersweet feeling sit in his chest. What would he think of him now?

Campbell shook his shaggy brown hair like he could shake off the intrusive thought like a wet dog. No such luck. It was a thought he’d had often. Would Fergus be proud of Campbell for finally accomplishing the thing he set out do? What would he think of this abrasive persona he’d adopted to keep viewers interested? What would he think of this long standing beef between him and a woman he hardly knows? A woman who inexplicably wanted to hand him the rights to an interview that could make him millions. None of it made sense.

Lost in his own thoughts, Campbell ended up sipping out of an empty cup, long since drained. He sighed and stood up to put his mug in the sink. He could wash it in morning. Along with the other miscellaneous items he kept intending to “wash in the morning”. It always slipped his mind, there were much more interesting things to focus his energy on.

Campbell turned to look at the quickly cooling mug of cocoa on the table and decided to leave it out for ghost Fergus to enjoy a little bit longer. That’s just how grief was sometimes. Always leaving space for someone who wasn’t coming back. Just in case.

Campbell shuffled down the hall to his room, just about to throw himself into his bed without brushing his teeth. Until he heard Eddie’s voice ringing through his mind saying something about his teeth rotting and falling out his head. So in honor of his old mentor, he gave his teeth a quick scrub and before throwing his tired body haphazardly into bed.

Tomorrow he’d stare down the devil herself and get some answers. But for tonight, he would just hope he didn’t dream.

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Next Chapter

A/N: i am very proud this chapter and writing this series is the most fun i’ve had in a minute so i’m just gonna writing it.

[missamyrisa2]

got caught off guard listening to asmr bc they started tapping their nails and scribbling on a notebook and i got so squirmy thinking about how that would feel on meeee . needless to say it didnt help me sleep

ASMR has neeeeever made me sleeepy~! I can never understand how it makes anyone sleepy actually~ it makes me tingly squrimy madlyyy~ I mean, it's fingers doing things and lips making sounds? It's basically likeeee~ ambient tickle sounds! I have a friend who does asmr videos who is also into tickling and I've told her someday we totally need to do a tickle session that is nothing but the asmr stuff driving me absolutely batty~!

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I’ve got to ask, because the video you linked in chapter 80 makes me think I’m right…

Are the firsts parenting styles based on Gwenna’s (pleasant peasant media) parenting videos? Cause I’m living for the comparison.

Great chapter btw. I really want to cuddle Kadaj!

Answering your question:

She definitely influences them. I like to think there's an FF7 Gwenna out there making content that Angeal watches religiously. He's right there, cocoa and dressing gown ready, for Every Video.

They all have their own styles and did their own research, but her basic concepts around respect for the kids and gentle parenting are things all the Dads keep in mind. They also bend towards those principles naturally for various reasons.

I didn't set out to make her influence the story, but since I watch her stuff, it's going to bleed over. (My other sources are watching parenting irl, reddit, other fics, that weird phase I had where I got super into adoption for a few years and read a million blogs and things, and my own experiences with kids.)

Excited rambling because I can't help myself:

Angeal is a big fan of Gwenna and gentle parenting. He's also a natural by nature and his experience with Zack. He's not the "fun" parent--he's probably the most strict about everyday and risky things alike. Bedtime is always at bedtime. No playing "yeet the baby as high as you can", even if the giggles are EPIC. Healthy food. Educational field trips.

Sometimes it can be hard for him to let himself or Cloud off the hook for crazy kid stuff, but especially himself, and he needs those reminders from her about taking a deep breath and remembering that it does work. Patience yields focus.

You don't have to and can't be perfect, but you can be the perfect Dad for your kid by loving him and trying your best. And sometimes your best is collapsing on the foldout couch holding onto the baby all night despite what the books say about sleep schedules because your baby needs you.

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Genesis respects Cloud and treats him like a small adult because that's how Genesis expects to be treated (minus the small part. Genesis is tall. He is! He just has mammoth friends. Shut up). Genesis also doesn't want to helicopter/tiger mom his baby; he got enough of that growing up and he's over it.

He wants the world to take him seriously, so he offers that same courtesy to Cloud. He offers it to everyone unless they prove themselves to be unworthy, in which case Bitchesis comes out.

He's more likely to risk Cloud's physical and emotional health than Angeal, but less likely to risk Cloud's physical health than Sephiroth. He has no qualms about teaching Cloud the hard way about the ways of the world; if Cloud gets smart with him, he says "bet".

"I cursed at Heidegger because he's a bitch." is a perfectly rational response to Cloud asking why Papa cussed, in Genesis' mind.

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Sephiroth strives to do The Opposite of what Hojo did to him, so he treats Cloud as a tiny but respected new recruit SOLDIER under his command. He strives for excellence from both himself and Cloud, but the instant he starts feeling too much like Hojo, he re-evaluates. He tends to be more risky with Cloud's physical safety, because when the bar is set to "don't make a 2yo fight a monster", letting a 4yo handle a weapon doesn't seem like a big deal.

He also feels inadequate and a little out of his depth emotionally with Cloud; to combat this, he regularly seeks advice from Tifa, Angeal, and Zack to understand Cloud and provide appropriate responses.

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Zack is definitely one of the funnest dads. His philosophy is to meet Cloud where he's at. Both he and Genesis are great at engaging Cloud's imagination and playing with him, but Zack gets way more into it.

Zack gives Cloud freedom and respect because he's a kid and he deserves to have fun. As long as no one's getting seriously hurt, why the heck not?!

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They all drive each other a little batty sometimes with their choices (see: the petting zoo incident + any and all motorcycle outings), but ultimately their main goals are: physical needs fully met, emotional needs fully met, then education and other things. They love their baby 🐥 and he loves them! ❤️🐱🐶🐻🦜🐥❤️