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Please Please Please (Mom! Reader x Batfam)

Don't prove I'm right~ I love that song so much. Anyways! Not extreme Yandere, but part 2 will have some. This is just the setting up for it. Also, while writing I won't lie, I forgot about Damien, so he will have a lot of showtime in the next part. FYI

TW: Cheating, slapping (Reader slaps Bruce), Reader also throws something at Bruce.

In now way do I condone partner violence. no matter how mad you get, you should never hit or throw something at your partner.

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Y/N had put her life on pause for Bruce and his hero complex. She is a top-model. A supermodel that is still being asked to do photoshoots, make guest appearances, and dominate the runway despite her time away from it. The strict workout regime was still her daily exercise, and she still was conscious of what she ate. Age had not affected her the way it has to some of her friends because Y/N lived to be a model. 

Yet, she had put that on the backburner for her husband and kids. She forced her attention onto the scarred and vibrant children that her traumatized husband brought in like strays. Y/N raised them, alongside Alfred. It’s because of them that their sons and daughters did not turn out as crooked as Bruce Wayne. A man that was full of jagged and sharp pieces, piercing the skin of whoever got close. 

E/C eyes rolled nearly out her socket, taking a sip of the morning coffee and waiting for her youngest to come down. She ignored the nervous glances being sent her way from her sons, and instead pulled out her phone to look for a familiar contact. 

“None of you have anything I need to be here for, do you?” Tim and Jason quickly shook their heads, and Dick gave a nervous smile, “Not really… although it would be nice if you stayed here though.” Y/N raised a delicate eyebrow, and a sharp smile formed on her lips as she pressed ‘call,’ “Ah, don’t worry Dickie, I’ll come back. I’m just going on a trip.” 

The person answered, and before they could start spewing curses, Y/N greeted them, “Hey, Jackie! It’s Y/N.” 

“Y-Y/N! What’s going on?” 

“Remember those gigs you were telling me about?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Book them.” The boys stood up while her manager on the other line sputtered in excitement, “Really?! Oh my gosh Y/N this is so exciting! Which ones do you want? I know you want to stay close to Gotham -heaven knows why- but I can find some in-” 

“All of them.” 

“...what?” 

“Book all of them.” Jackie hummed, “Some are out of the country though.” 

“Even better! Pack your bags Jackie, we are gonna be gone for a while. Bring Stella too, I’ll pay for both of your tickets and lodgings.” Jackie was stuttering, “The-the first gig in a week is Venice, Italy! Is that enough time for you to-” 

“Let's leave tonight.” 

“Tonight?!” Everyone screeched, and Y/N gave her sons an annoyed look, “Yes, tonight. Let's enjoy Venice like when we were young, and show Stella around. I’m sure the two of you could use a vacation anyways.” 

“....Y/N, is everything okay?” 

“Peachy. See you tonight.” Y/N hung up, and threw her phone on the opposite end of the couch, continuing to sip her cup of coffee as the news reporter continued to talk about Batman and his risky rendezvous with Catwoman. The perfect love story. 

The pursuer and the pursued. The cop and robber. Batman, the man of justice, and Catwoman, a thief. 

Her jaw clenched, and her fingers tightened around the handle of the mug. The air around her was full of jitters and Dick was basically vibrating with worry, Jason focused intensely on his phone, and Tim was drinking even more coffee. 

“Um, mom, are you… is this…” Dick was fumbling, trying to find the words, and Y/N smiled, “C’mon on Dickie. It’s been a while since I went on the runway, or even in front of a camera outside of Gotham. You’re all old enough now, it’s fine.” 

“What about Dami?” Y/N smiled sadly, “Dami will be fine. Hell, today I’ll have him help me choose the jewelry and clothes that I will be packing.”

“You’re gonna have him help you pack your bags to leave?” Tim wondered, and Y/N flinched out how terrible that sounded, “Not like that. It’s a trip. A fashion trip and a girls trip.” Jason scrunched his nose, “Ma, fucking Bruce just go caught cheating and was broadcasted across the NEWs, and you’re now leaving for a trip. Do you think Dami will understand that?” 

Y/N took a sip of her coffee, “He will. It’ll be a conversation but it will be reiterated as many times as he needs to hear it. Plus, it’s not like you guys can’t call me.” Damien came stomping down the stairs, dressed in the Gotham Academy Uniform, and Y/N threw on a smile that would have had actresses crying, “Dami! I need your help today, so nevermind school.” Green eyes blinked in shock, his gaze taking in every one in the room before landing back on her, “Are you needing my assistance in packing?” 

“Only for a trip. So there’s no need to pack everything.” Damien nodded, “Fine. I will assist you. You have an abysmal amount of jewelry and some of them are simply deplorable.” Y/N chuckled, “Thanks Dami.” He went back up the stairs to change, and Y/N turned back to the NEWs where they were finally talking about something different. 

Sighing, Y/N stood up from the couch, “I’ll be in my room packing if anyone needs anything.” Silence followed her, and once she was out of earshot, Dick proceeded to panic even more. 

+++

She’s in Greece now. After spending a week in Italy, a week in Iceland, two weeks in France, and now four days in Zakynthos, Greece, she knows her vacation time is limited. Y/N has been using Bruce’s card to pay for the three luxury hotel rooms, one for herself (obviously), Jackie, and Stella. She’s used them for the plane flight in first class, the first class train ride, the yacht to get to this island, the fancy dinners, shopping sprees, any time that she needed to put money down she was using his card. 

Bruce is a billionaire, he doesn’t care and Y/N is also a billionaire, but this is her way of being petty. Why would she waste her money? 

A delicate eyebrow raised at the man in the mirror, followed by two of their sons and a butler dressed in a Hawaiian shirt. 

“Lady Y/N, it is great to see you.” 

“Hey Alfie, vacation looks good on you. I highly recommend the mimosa’s here, none of them have been bad.” 

“Hi Ma, you look relaxed.” Jason walked further into the room, taking a seat on the plush chair and grabbing a grape, and tossing some to Dick. Their oldest son smiled and waved, “C’mon mom, I know you’ve been here before, but you could at least try and look like a tourist.” Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling lovingly and flicking her hair over her shoulder. She leaned close to the mirror again, rubbing sunscreen on her face and massaging it into her skin. 

Her husband made his way a little closer as the family spread out in the room. Jason sitting in the chair, Dick on the bed, and Alfred standing near the door. Y/N sneered at Bruce through the mirror, “Bringing the kids to see you get humiliated is something I would have never thought you’d do.” 

Bruce sighed heavily, and Y/N wiped her hands on the towel and sipped her mimosa. Piercing blue eyes, filled with exhaustion and guilt, met hers, “Y/N, how much longer are you scheduled for?” 

“Hmm, for a while Bruce,” She pretended to think, “After all, I’ve been wanting to get back into modeling now that most of the kids are becoming independent, and what better way to announce to the world that I am back than a hard launch.” Bruce raised an eyebrow at her, “Will it be my card you’ll continue to use.”

“Of course! It's the least my darling, idiotic, and hormone-rivaling-a-teenager husband can do after that stunt, right?” The room got colder and Dick sat up straighter at the tension between his two parental figures. Y/N has always had a sharp tongue and quick wit, one she used on Bruce a lot. Rarely ever was it aimed to be hurtful though. 

“Y/N, temper.” Dick’s jaw opened and Jason made an exaggerated gasp. Alfred looked pained as Y/N whirled around and seethed at Bruce, “Temper? Temper?! Who the hell are you to tell me to watch my temper when you can’t even control your own hormones? 

“If you wanted to see my temper you just had to fucking say so!” Dick turned to Alfred, trying to see if there was anything he could do, but at the resigned look the man gave him, the oldest son choked on a noise, “This is a new side of mom.” 

“Lady Y/N has always had a temper, one that rivals Master Bruce.” She looked like a puffed up cat while Bruce was cowing like a dog with puppy eyes, “When they were younger, she would put even the adults in their place.” Her hand grabbed the now cold coffee pot, and Dick feels like it was only because Bruce was used to stuff being thrown at him and catching things that he was able to grab the projectile before it landed on the walls and carpet. Alfred raised a brow, “Sometimes that temper bleeds into other things.” 

Their mother was seething in front of Bruce, looking like a bull and was ready to charge into a china shop. While Bruce may not be as delicate as one, Dick has money on Y/N still doing a lot of damage if she were to charge. Metaphorically and physically.  

“Y/N, please.” Bruce tried again, only to see her get more angry. His hands were up in a placating manner, and Y/N held her own hands tense and ready to swing if he came closer. 

“Y/N, it genuinely was an accident.” 

“ ‘it genuinely was an accident’–” She mocked, purposefully making her voice annoying “-fuck off! Like your tongue going down her throat is an accident. Didn’t know that could happen!” Y/N looked around again for something to chuck, while Bruce closed the space between them inch by inch. 

“What’s next? Are you going to trip and accidentally find yourself between her legs with your pants down?” Jason and Dick blanched at the imagery. 

“Over a decade of marriage, of me playing the perfect ex-model-arm-candy wife for Bruce Wayne just for you dressed in a fucking furry suit to go and makeout with another fucking furry! 

“Like! I know we weren’t in this for love, but there. Are. Still. Standards!” She enunciated each word with a swat of her hand on Bruce’s shoulder. 

“I still have standards! You don’t see me making out with anyone else do you? Even as I’m playing Supermodel Y/N, dressed to the millions and making everyone drool, I don’t go making out with them!” 

“How could Batman, of all persona’s you wish to play, do that? I expected that from Brucie, not Batman, defender of Justice or whatever bullshit you spew when dressed in that gothic suit.” 

Bruce sighed, “Y/N, it was bad timing.” He gave her a hard look, “Justice and this are different. You cannot compare the two.” The man knew he messed up once the words left his mouth and he closed his eyes in regret. 

Jason saw the slap coming and he braced himself for the impact it would have. Bruce didn’t catch it, despite him being fully capable of it, and when it landed everyone winced at the sound and the red mark. 

“Well this is my justice. Now go away. I have a photoshoot to get ready for and you are just pissing me off!” The hand print was immaculate. One that had Jason biting back a laugh and Dick looking horrified. Y/N whirled back around to face her vanity, where all her jewelry laid on the surface, and her attention was focused back on picking which one would go with her outfit to the shoot. 

Jason whistled when Bruce turned around to face his kids and Butler, “Good hit Ma. You should hit the other side to even it out.” Y/N gave a laugh, picking up the pearl earrings encased with gold, and she continued to pick out a necklace. 

“Jay, help me out here please.” Rough hands replaced her’s, and green eyes met furious E/C though the mirror. Using the safety of her son’s larger frame to hide herself, Y/N slowly let herself crumble a little bit. Jason could see the anger, hurt, and sadness that was slowly turning the sclera red from holding back tears. There was a subtle shake in her shoulders and the trembling of lips, but Y/N held it together. She was holding onto it by the seams, desperately waiting for the man causing her pain to be gone. 

When the gold clasped, Y/N reached over for her large hat and sunglasses, “Enjoy the beach. Alfie, you especially should enjoy this vacation. Don’t let this  stupid, untrustworthy, and manwhore of a furry disrupt it.” With that, she slammed her hotel room door on her way out, and they all listened as her heels clicked down the hall until they were out of ear shot. 

Alfred glanced at his ward, “Well, I am not one for violence when there are disputes between partners, but I will say that one slap was well deserved, Master Bruce.” The man sighed, slightly rubbing his cheek, “I think the last time she hit me that hard was when we were in grade school.” 

“She put all her body weight into that.” Dick glanced at the hand print, “Woah, I think you can see the ring too.” Jason whistled, and Bruce closed his eyes and took deep breaths to keep himself steady, reflecting on the conversation and where exactly he messed up. 

“I think this is the third time she’s slapped me…” 

“Fourth, sir.” Bruce nodded, remembering the third time. Jason raised an eyebrow, “I only know of the time you were both 6, and you said something mean so she hit you.” Dick pouted, “I know of the one in Middle School, when you were once accused of touching her butt.” 

Alfred raised a brow, “The third time was when she dropped you off at the manor after a long night of drinking and you—” 

“Thanks Alfred, there’s no need to tell that story.” Bruce’s cheeks were now flushed from embarrassment rather than the slap on his cheek.  Y/N truly has seen him through it all. When he got into fights in school, it was always her eyes he sought out after each one. Bored E/C eyes, framed by thick lashes and elegant eyeliner, always watching with a blank expression. Bruce Wayne rarely phased Y/N L/N. When he was younger, he noticed how his last name made people stumble or stutter when talking to him, allowing him to say whatever he wanted. It did nothing to Y/N, who met his gaze and taunts head on with her own witty comebacks that stuck at parts of Bruce that had him fumbling. 

He can remember his dad, Thomas Wayne, laughing when he caught Y/N’s sly comeback directed at Bruce after he said something about her dress. Y/N’s own parents looked mortified. 

Y/N L/N-Wayne was a flame that never wavered. It’s what made her successful at modeling, and a supermodel in her first two years. That flame is what had photographers, stylists, fashion designers, and make up artists still call her up, begging for her to come back. A force of nature that had only paused for Bruce and their children. 

“C’mon, Y/N. Even you can see the benefits of this.” The woman raised her brow at a younger Bruce, who was smiling at her. 

“Your life does not pause, and now with the Wayne name as yours, your options are endless.” 

“And what about you?” 

“This means I no longer have to play as a playboy in public and everyone will stop asking me to marry them or their daughters.” Y/N laughed, “Nah, you’ll still get them. They’ll just now be whispered behind closed doors.” 

Bruce smiled, “The standards of a regular marriage will still apply. Obviously not the sex part or anything, but everything else will. Think of it like living with roommates.

“This will work for the both of us, Y/N.” The woman smiled into the rim of her cup, red lips leaving an imprint on the glass. 

It took him five tries for her to finally agree. There might have been some manipulation on his side of things, but he got that ring on her finger, and 2 months later she was walking down the aisle in a wedding dress that was deemed ‘The Dress of the Century.’ She was beautiful, even more so than usual. 

Dick glanced at him, “So, what’s the plan?” Bruce sighed, “Just make sure she doesn’t get hurt.” 

++++

It took 4 months for Y/N to come back to the manor. Within those 4 months, one of them were always with her. Switching off when they hit a new city, and each one had tried their charm on having her come back to the mansion. Bruce was going crazy, therefore Batman was more brutal than usual, and that the meant the other birds had to pick up the slack when it came to emotions. Bruce had all but shut down every other part that wasn’t Batman. 

However, nothing returned to normal once she was back. Her and Bruce were rarely in each other’s presence, and she refused to see or do anything about Batman. Y/N was trying to remove herself from Bruce Wayne completely, and no one liked that. 

Bruce and Y/N may claim that they were never in love, and that they only married for convenience. However, Dick will always remember watching Bruce and Y/N dancing in the main hall of the manor. He was hanging onto the chandelier, not yet noticed by either, as a song began playing and they both began dancing. 

They had been dressed in casual clothes, which consisted of dark blue jeans and nice tops and shoes. Dick’s young eyes watched as the two of them swayed and twirled around each other, Y/N laughing at the whispered words Bruce would share, and the stern man relaxing for the duration of the time. 

They were far from the perfect couple. Their parenting styles were different, and it took a while for Y/N to warm up to Dick. She was never cold or malicious, but just like Dick and everyone else, she was lost. However, it was her awkward arms he sought after when he had a bad day, or when Bruce got on his nerves. It was her eyes he always seeked approval for. 

When she caught him hastily packing, dying to get away from the man that had his rules tighter than the Robin suit, she helped. Y/N had folded his clothes, snuck a bottle of Smirnoff and Titos into his luggage, because moving required at least two bottles of alcohol, and she hugged him goodbye. 

Every member of this family has a memory tied to Y/N. A gentle one. 

Damian had kind memories, where Y/N smiled at him for no reason. She did not expect perfection, and one time she stated how she wished Damian would fail sometimes. It was something that had him seething and jumping to defend himself, but Y/N laughed, “Failure is our best teacher, Damian. What better time to fail then when you knwo you have people willing to help you up?” 

Jason remembers peeking on Y/N when he was younger. Watching through the cracks of the door as she and Bruce swayed to music, laughed at old memories, or simply sat around each other and read a book. Sometimes, he’d catch her trying on her jewelry, or reorganizing her perfume. Every now and then she would go through her closet and donate clothes she no longer wanted or needed. 

He watched how Dick, would seek her out whenever he and Bruce argued. When Jason finally allowed himself to be wrapped in those arms– arms that always had Bruce looking ready to sacrifice everything, that had Dick relaxing, and Alfred smiling endearingly– and he can see why they did so. It's different from Bruce, because Bruce makes you feel protected. In Bruce’s arms, Jason knows that there is almost nothing that can harm him. 

In Y/N’s embrace, Jason feels at peace. There’s no need to worry about protection because he’s in a place that does not need it. When he dances with Y/N, to their song nonetheless, there is nothing that can ever disrupt the moment. Y/N stares at him with adoration, just how she does with Dick, only her attention is on him. Him! A street rat from Dowry, Crime Alley, and he has the attention of the woman that is Bruce’s equal in the highest social circles. 

Those soft E/C eyes, that always stared at them with warmth and love, stared back at him through the mirror. He and Tim, because Timmy loved her just as much as he did, watched as Y/N emptied another glass of the Rose, and how the exhaustion from all the shows, photoshoots, flashing cameras, and the ordeal with Bruce seeped into her bones. 

“Hey Ma, let's get some sleep.” Jason walked closer, carefully minding the scattered jewelry that looked more expensive than any of his weapons, and Tim, who was forever on the same wavelength as Jason, scampered over to the large bed and lit the diffuser. 

Y/N hummed, running her hands through her hair, before tilting her head back and looking at Jason once more, “You both shouldn’t be here. I can handle this myself.” Y/N never liked it when any of the kids saw her less than presentable. She was always dressed in nice clothes, with nice jewelry, and makeup even at the manor. It's one of the worries of being a model, she had told Dick, always scared that the nosey paparazzi will catch you at your worst and share it with an even crueler audience. 

Jason had once confided in her about Willis Todd, and how he hated it when she drank in front of him. Whether it was scotch or champagne. 

After that, Y/N always drank in her room. 

The thing is, that Jason knows Y/N wouldn’t ever hurt him. She’s not like Willis who purposefully seeked out to hurt someone smaller. Jason knows that no matter how mad she got at him, she wouldn’t do anything (unlike what she would do to Bruce).

This is why, despite all the trauma he has with alcohol and people being intoxicated, he can confidently move the bottle away and the glass. Noting how both were empty. 

Tim strolled over, and gave a small smile through the mirror, “I’ll brush your hair, Mom. Then you should sleep.” Y/N tried to wave him off, “Don’t bother. I can do it myself. You both should go.” She sluggishly reached out for the vintage decorated paddle brush, only for Tim to snatch it before she could. 

“I want to do it. Besides, if it bothers you, think of it as me returning the favor.” The confused look Y/N gave him had him smiling patiently as he stood behind her and gently began to brush the locks of hair. Y/N sighed, “This is embarrassing. My kids should not be taking care of me.” 

“I’m an adult.” 

“CEO of Wayne Enterprises as well. Taking care of you when you are in a low spot is the least I could do.” Lord knows how many times Y/N has cared for them at their lowest. When Tim believed that Bruce was stuck in the Time Stream, Y/N didn’t seem all that confident in it, but she still believed him and helped him narrow down locations. She kept the press busy while he went out and searched. 

He heard later that she refused to talk to Dick when she found out they wanted to put Tim in Arkham. She shook her head in disappointment when Dick told her that Damien is now Robin. Tim always thought Dick was a bit stupid on that part. Parading Damien, a child from another woman, around and in front of Y/N nonetheless. Yes, thankfully Y/N warmed up to Damien and vice versa (although for Damien it took longer),  but that could have gone bad in so many ways. 

“Still my kids.” Jason pulled a chair next to her, so they could all be in the view of the mirror, and in a rare show of affection that is only reserved for Alfred and Y/N, he rested his head on her shoulder as Tim continued to work the brush carefully through her hair. Y/N’s shoulders sagged and her back hunched a bit, and for the first time in a while, Y/N let herself look how she felt. Exhausted. Utterly and completely exhausted. 

Tim can see the dark circles under her red rimmed eyes, and the way her skin looked duller than usual. Granted, she finished a long gig, working tirelessly for months posing, getting dressed up, and traveling around the world to forget Bruce’s infidelity. 

‘Standards,’ she said in response to his excuse. Tim isn’t stupid to believe that neither Bruce or Y/N have feelings for the other. He’s seen it. It's in the way that Bruce concedes in arguments, or the flowers and necklaces he buys her when he’s apologetic, how the harsh glare that was directed at Tim when he first became Robin eased the moment Y/N pulled the boy close to her. Acting as a shield and sword for him. 

Her message was clear, and Bruce decided to read it. 

Y/N on the other hand lessened Bruce’s stress when he was CEO, the breaks from brooding to dance in the main hall to their song, or even acting as the sound of reason for him. She keeps him tethered to Earth, never letting his thoughts stray too far from reality. 

They may not be in love, but they still liked each other. Enough so that Bruce went along with her whims, just how she does with him. Enough so for Bruce to chase her across the world. Looking at it, perhaps Bruce was the one in love. 

“Jason, can you pass me the scrunchie?” He grabbed the silk scrunchie from large hands, and began braiding his mom’s hair. 

“You guys are being so silly,” Y/N huffed, and Jason beamed at her, giving her a boyish smile that he never shows anymore, “Anything for ya, Ma.” She subtly shook her head, a smile on her face as she looked back into the mirror. 

“Is this still about Bruce?” Tim kept his eyes on the braid, but from the tension in her shoulders, he hit the jackpot. Y/N brought her hand up to rub her forehead, “That idiot…” 

“Join the club, Ma.” Y/N took a deep breath, “He’s so stupid. It’s one thing to kiss another woman, which is fine. Do what you want to do, it’s not like we married for love.” A glare formed on her face, “But to get caught is another thing. Fucking idiot, he can only think with his hormones like a teenager. Even Dami isn’t like that, thank god.” 

Tim tied off the braid with the silk scrunchie, watching Y/N get heated again, “I hate him.” Except it was said with no bite, and the way Y/N’s lip wobbled had Tim hearing other words alongside the ones she mumbled. Jason leaned into her, offering her comfort while Tim watched from the reflection in the mirror.

Y/N to Tim was what Janet Drake had failed to be. He learned a lot from both of them, and it helped that both women were huge players in their social circles and socialites. They both taught him how to play with people’s perception of someone. Only Janet taught him to keep a straight face and not show emotion, while Y/N taught him that with a correct smile and a well placed chuckle, someone can be eating out of the palm of their hands. Both women approached the world with different weapons and tools, and both women used and taught them to him. 

Only Y/N also knew when it was time to put down the mask and become a reliable person for Tim, while Janet continued to only be Janet to Tim. 

He loves them both. Except, with Y/N he felt that if she were to ever leave him the way Janet did then he would have no choice but to follow and bring her back. Wherever Y/N goes, Tim will follow. 

“Boys.” Jason and Tim snapped their attention to the door, and Bruce was standing there, menacingly longingly. His face in an unusual expression, but one he’s worn a lot throughout the time Y/N was gone. An expression all the boys have gotten to know. Tim escaped, saying goodnight to both parental figures, before leaving for the cave. 

Jason pecked Y/N’s cheek, whispering good night and glaring at Bruce, “Don’t fuck this up old man.” To which Bruce sighed and nodded, closing the door after Jason. For the first time in months, it was just Y/N and Bruce. Alone with each other’s company and Bruce knows that if she could, she’d probably be strangling him right now. 

With great hesitancy, one that he could never show as Batman, he sat on the bed about a foot away from her. 

“I paused my life for you.” Y/N glared into blue eyes, “I paused almost everything, for you. For your mission. For the children you brought into our home, without asking me about it beforehand, may I remind you. I love them, and don’t you dare twist that, but I would have liked to have been consulted about it first.” Y/N didn’t want to be a mother. It was never in the cards for her, and yet here she is having more children than she had ever dreamt of. 

She loves them. She’d die and kill for them, but they were never in the cards of life she wanted dealt to her. 

“I paused so much, just for you to go and.. And… and do that.” Bruce winced at that, and Y/N felt happy that he did. Gritting her teeth, Y/N turned her attention to look at the fire. The heat of it reminds her of her own rage and the coldness she feels when in the presence of Bruce. 

Sighing heavily, she closed her eyes and bit back a groan, “And once I start getting my life started again, having fun, going on the runway and magazines, here you come storming back.” 

“You looked like you needed the break.” Y/N shook her head, “Did you know, that that is one of your worst habits. Always making yourself out to be the hero.” She took a glass of wine and watched the liquid swirl in the glass, “Of course, you let me have that moment. Of course you were thinking of me, and my happiness. How kind of you.” 

Bruce sighed, watching her sip the alcohol that left a red stain on her lips. He can remember the first time he saw her in red lipstick. Shockingly, it was in-person and the red made her skin look warm and teeth appear even whiter despite the knowledge that red lipstick can make your teeth look yellower. It was a beautiful shade, matched by her dress. 

She was beautiful. Breathtakingly so. Even as time progressed and she and he got older, Y/N remained beautiful. Defying the laws time and age as she remained ethereal. Unfairly so. 

Bruce had wanted to preserve that beauty, in the same way that many tried to preserve the flowers from the garden and the expensive smelling perfume. He wanted nothing more than for Y/N to continue smiling and for the fire to remain bright. 

To do that, he had to stay away. He could not allow himself to love her, because if he fell then he would drag her through the mud with him. Yet, here he is on the other side of that cold look, one that had him hesitating. That kiss with Selena was terrible timing all around. She had caught him in a moment of weakness, and someone just so happened to be there at the worst moment to catch it all. 

Staying away proved to be ineffective when here she is drinking wine with red-rimmed eyes and anger in her brows. 

“This marriage was never one for love, but there are standards. Ones we talked about beforehand.” 

“I know.” Y/N pursed her lips, tilting her head to the left and watching Bruce with distrustful eyes. The man sighed heavily and he sat in front of her, taking his own glass and pouring himself some wine. He didn’t like this type of wine, and from the very small scrunch in her nose Y/N didn’t like it either. 

The more he stared at her, taking in her still youthful features and eyes that burned bright, the more he could feel his emotions rising to the surface. Feelings and emotions he long tried to bury, but never quite succeeded. He had hoped that kissing Selena would just prove that he is only missing her as a sexual partner, and it only confirmed for him that he was in love with her. 

He is in love with Y/N L/N-Wayne. His kids are in love with Y/N. Alfred loves Y/N. The whole Wayne family, extended and all, are in love with this woman. This woman has nothing to do with their vigilantism, but instead reminds them that they are also normal and exist outside of masks and costume. That they are human and not shadows of the night. 

That they are the Wayne family. 

God, he loves her so much. So much. She is his weakness, his strength, his everything. The fancy cufflinks that are only brought out for special occasions, the expensive wine cracked open for celebrations, the pearl earring worn for the best performances. Y/N is the treasure of the Wayne family. 

Carefully, he wrapped an arm around her waist, slowly inching his way around her, testing the waters to see if she would shake him off or hiss at him. When there was no sign of that, he tightened his hold only slightly and pressed his forehead into her shoulder, gently laying a kiss on the joint, “Like I said, it was an accident. She caught me at a bad time, and I wasn’t expecting her to do that.” 

Y/N released a heavy sigh, and Bruce hugged her tighter, “I swear. It wasn’t consensual.” She rubbed her forehead, and Bruce watched how the lines slowly faded and melted back into her skin. Y/N never wore exhaustion well, which was why on mornings she had early photoshoots, she would sleep in her room instead of Bruce’s. She always woke up when he would stalk in and climb under the sheets with her. 

“Please, Y/N. Give me a chance. Let me take care of you the way you should be.” Y/N chuckled at that, “Careful Bruce, keep saying stuff like that and I might start to believe you have feelings for me.” Ice blue met E/C, and Y/N hesitated for a moment. Something chilling going down her spine, “I guess, I should start saying it more often then.” 

“Bruce…” He pecked her cheek, careful of the fire he was playing with, and carefully watching her reactions. His arms encircled her tighter, and he kissed her shoulder. Bruce watched, and observed how the tension slowly left her and reluctant acceptance came across her face. His arms tightened, and Bruce fought back a smile. 

“Ever the charmer,” She mumbled. Bruce huffed a laugh, and Y/N shook her head, “If I catch you with your mouth on anyone else’s but mine, I’m going to sick the kids on you.” An image of four rabid dogs, followed by a few more, filled his mind. Bruce grimaced as he remembered the tongue lashing he got from everyone, “Noted.” 

Y/N chuckled, and Bruce smiled, throwing his weight back on the pillows, bringing Y/N with him. His arms still tight around her waist, and a promise on his lips. 

‘I’ll never let you go again.’ 

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Not super Yandere, but it is getting there.

[katiascraft]

﹙CL16﹚ ── ❝ let's fall in love for the night ❞

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charlesleclerc: happy to announce my new single will be out in a week 🙂‍↕️ excited for you to hear it! see you in a bit…

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summary - charles finally drops his frist ever sang song and unsurprisingly for the fans it's about you <3

warnings - none at all it’s all just pure fluff and cliche romance!

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yourusername: so excited that finally the weirdest kid on my block it’s about to become a worldwide superstar 🥳

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charlesleclerc: was it necessary to humiliate me in front of the world?

⤷ yourusername: I thought you looked cute and kissable 😔

⤷ charlesleclerc: THOSE pics???? Are you blind?

⤷ yourusername: blindly in love with you? yes sir 🙂‍↕️

⤷ charlesleclerc: I can’t fight with you

⤷ carlossainz: bro you can’t be so weak BE A MAN

⤷ charlesleclerc: first of all, don’t shout at me. And secondly, you’re not part of this conversation.

⤷ carlossainz: then don’t comment a public post on Instagram for the world to see.

⤷ yourusername: @/rebeccadonalson take your shit out of here

⤷ carlossainz: mean.

⤷ yourusername: don’t shout at my man.

maxverstappen: I know it’s gonna be the best song in the whole world

⤷ yourusername: and you haven’t seen the video yet!

⤷ oscarpiastri: is he naked?

⤷ yourusername: no.

⤷ oscarpiastri: thank god I thought I was about to be traumatized

⤷ carlossainz: would be traumatizing if she was in it

⤷ yourusername: then call a therapist.

user235: HOW’S THAT THERE’S GONNA BE A MUSIC VIDEO? Omg Charles never did a music video

⤷ user123: and apparently y/n it’s gonna star in it!

user12: can’t wait to watch it

landonorris: let’s goooo that kid would stop being ugly to be sexy and important! I’m so here for it

⤷ charlesleclerc: i’m already sexy and important I drive a Ferrari

⤷ landonorris: you’re irrelevant dude you drive cars puff BORING

⤷ charlesleclerc: is it because i’m the hottest driver on the grid and you aren’t?

⤷ landonorris: you’re not taylor swift and i’m sure your song will suck plus WHO WON LAST YEAR CHAMPIONSHIP?

⤷ charlesleclerc: oh you’re so 🐍🐍🐍🐍

⤷ landonorris: baby now we got bad blood

billieelish: so excited to be the one who produced this masterpiece 😋

⤷ yourusername: love of my life you’re so perfect and talented 😍

⤷ charlesleclerc: so you don’t want to get married with me then?

⤷ yourusername: i just gay panicked

⤷ charlesleclerc: we broke up.

⤷ billielish: I don’t like girls dude

⤷ charlesleclerc: LIES YOU CAN IT THEM FOR LUNCH

⤷ yourusername: you need to get off the internet asap

⤷ charlesleclerc: and who are you?

⤷ yourusername: the love of your life

⤷ charlesleclerc: I thought she was the love of your life how fast the night changes 🚩

⤷ yourusername: she is my love but you are my LIFE

⤷ charlesleclerc: let’s get married now my chérie 😍

user0863: i think I’m more excited about this insane comment section than for the song tbh but I’m here for all of it

⤷ yourusername: I promise the song it’s even better

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charlesleclerc: im the boy that your boy hoped that you would avoid cuz I know better that to call you mine ❤️ only two more days to go!

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user22: wait…

user716: if this is promo for the song… then those are lyrics…

user763: OMG HE IS GONNA SING FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER

user66: the man that you are Charles

user917: the man of any girls’ dreams

carlossainz: if she’s not yours then what she is? Make it make sense

⤷ maxverstappen: not a possession or an object for sure 🥰

⤷ user123: lestappen ♾️

yourusername: you need a pick me up? I’ll be there in 25

⤷ charlesleclerc: I like to push my luck so take my hand let’s take a drive

⤷ user1299: LYRICS LYRICS LYRICS

landonorris: last time I heard you sing leo didn’t like it

⤷ charlesleclerc: using my child to insult me talks a lot about you.

oscarpiastri: i’m so excited omg

rebeccadonaldson: my fav people! So excited for this new era @/charlesleclerc !

⤷ charlesleclerc: thanks rebe ❤️

yourusername: you’re my whole entire life Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc ❤️

⤷ charlesleclerc: im crying 🥹

⤷ yourusername: baby

⤷ charlesleclerc: 🙄 no fun for the next month.

⤷ yourusername: EVIL

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charlesleclerc: alright my first ever single it's out now everywhere! feedback is very welcome! it took me six months to learn the choreography 🙂 but it was so cool to have a car made of people :)

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user163: IM CRYING IM SCREAMING IM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET

user973: you’re a real superstar now

⤷ yourusername: I told you’ll

user98: didn’t disappoint

user9174: YOUR VOICE ITS THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL

⤷ yourusername: he is in fact heaven sent

⤷ user976: y/n we love you 😭

user7653: play me a song that you like you can bet I know every line 😭

user711: I wanna be in love like he is in love with y/n

yourusername: I know my ex is crying like a baby rn :)

⤷ charlesleclerc: he was ugly anyway he deserves it

⤷ landonorris: once a cheater always a cheater

⤷ user7653: let’s burn that asshole alive

user9764: I want what they have

user9874: charles it’s such a green flag like can we clone him please?

user9175: god created men and then created Charles as an apology

⤷ yourusername: I can confirm this theory is real

yourusername: WHY WOULD YOU SAY I WONT STAY IM NEVER LEAVING YOUR ASS YOU IDIOT

⤷ charlesleclerc: J’ai peur que ça ne dure pas pour toujours (i’m scared that what we have doesn’t last forever)

⤷ yourusername: Je me moque de l’éternité, ce qui m’importe, c’est chaque jour à tes côtés et qu’il paraisse infini (I don’t care about forever, I only care about everyday with you by my side and that that feels like an eternity together)

⤷ charlesleclerc: 🥹🥹 Je t’aime, amour de ma vie

⤷ yourusername: still waiting for the ring on my finger

⤷ charlesleclerc: dont rush me I’m still a kid 😭

⤷ carlossainz: loser

⤷ charlesleclerc: get out of here

user8365: love how supportive y/n is 😍 such a queen

user55: a part of me wanted y/n there :(

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f1gossipgirl: NEWS‼️ fórmula one driver Charles leclerc has just dropped his first ever music video! Here’s a pic of him and his girlfriend y/n in the behind the scenes of the music video. What do we think about it? We can’t stop listening to it!

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user81653: to have what they have 😭

user9726: I don’t know Charles had a girlfriend!

⤷ user254: she is @/yourusername, and they have been together for like 7 years now. She’s been with him since almost the beggiging of his formula one career!

user88623: the way she looks at him so proud and in love I want that 😭

user8652: we know Charles is beautiful but can we talk about y/n???? She has like the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen in my life

⤷ user615: she is gorgeous

⤷ user33: and so caring as well. When she said like she tried since 2020 to convince Charles that the song was more than good enough to drop it bc he felt so insecure about his voice 😭 charles so insecure sometimes FOR WHAT he is perfect omg

⤷ user9164: we can say that she really loves him and cares for him by the way she always is hugging him, asking him if he feels fine, making him laugh

⤷ user177: we love our assertive queen

user8144: am I the only one who didn’t know y/n was a writer and helped Charles with all of this???

⤷ user199: she is a producer, composer and songwriter! She works for artists like madison beer and selena gomez!

⤷ user453: omg she is so talented like wow im really surprised that I didn’t know!

⤷ yourbff: she is a woman of many super powers!

user123: they are the perfect family WTF 😭

user8864: love how Charles looks at her it have me butterflies and im not even either of them 🥰

⤷ user334: Charles it’s obsessed with her no doubts

⤷ user8874: he knows he is a lucky man to have such a queen by his side

⤷ user97634: I love them sm like the way she always supports him at the garage almost every single race weekend and how he always shares into his stories all of the songs she writes and the pic he uploads with her saying the cutest things ever like 😭 and now THIS just get married already

⤷ yourusername: that’s exactly what I said!

⤷ user9715: OMG QUEEN

⤷ user996: AAAAAAAAAA

⤷ user91753: @/charlesleclerc JUST GIVE HER THE DAMN RING

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youusername: ‘let’s fall in love for the night and forget in the morning’ means how love can be so frightening we tend to think nothing can’t last forever because we don’t we believe we deserve that love. It’s means that just a moment can mean a lot to you. It means that love can happen in just one second and that forever actually means everyday. It means love it’s mundane and average and typical and ordinary. And that it’s actually what makes love so beautiful. I didn’t believe in love till I found you my Charles. I didn’t know love can have so many shapes and forms and times. You taught me it all. and love is this, loving every single flaw, mistake, past, present and future of one person, embrace them and make them feel loved and worth it and important. I will forever hold you tight in my arms my love and I will never let you fall. Im so proud of you Charlie, keep on being the Angel you are to this world. You’re the most talented human I know and the most loving and sweet and thoughtful. You deserve the entire universe and nothing less <3

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charlesleclerc: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

charlesleclerc: I can’t text properly cuz I’m actually sobbing 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

charlesleclerc: wtf 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

francolapinto: fan de su relación ❤️

carlossainz: thank you for writing this about my Charles. I feel like a proud mom right now. You two are so beautiful and disgusting 💙

⤷ landonorris: specially disgusting

⤷ charlesleclerc: you wish it was you don’t you?

⤷ charlesleclerc: I love you @/carlossainz

⤷ user7544: we still waiting for the wedding

user76: like im sobbing and it’s not even about me tf

user7753: so this proves that y/n it’s actually a writer

yourbff: thank you @/charlesleclerc to make my girl so happy I love you both so freaking much! (I swears if you don’t choose me as your maid of honor I will kill you)

⤷ yourusername: 🤫🤫🤫

charlesleclerc: I can’t not even think straight to find the words to tell you how I feel every time I wake up next to you. What I know it’s that im sososo lucky that you love me. My life would be miserable without you. You’re the light I need to keep on carry on. Thank you for being the most wonderful human being there is to exist. You make life be so easy. And love feel so gentle and kind and amazing. Thank you for making me happy my love. I love you.

⤷ yourusername: Je t’aime pour toujours, mon amour (I love you forever, my love)

⤷ charlesleclerc: Je t’aime pour toujours, mon amour

rebeccadonaldson: love you both ❤️

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f1gossipgirl: 📸 SPOTTED! formula one driver charles leclerc just arrived at the Australia gp 2025. He walked in the paddok along his girlfriend y/n and their dog son Leo. As always both were really affectionate and took pics with fans! Also, a few fans told us there was a ring on her finger with a huge rock on it 👀

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user7653: FINALLY

user997: omg omg omg omg

user615: im giggling and kicking my feet

user864: I don’t get why are all of you so obsessed with them they’re so basic and boring 🙄 and it obvious she is with him for money

⤷ user22: die

⤷ user654: actually she was already rich when they started dating and I would say that she was even richer bc she was already successful in the music industry. Inform yourself.

user765: she just wanted to be famous so I don like her hope Charles wake up asap 🤷🏻‍♀️

user2334: can’t believe the comments like why everyone out of nowhere is no negative about them getting married???? Pls check with a therapist the parasocial relationship it’s killing your neurons 🙄

user711: no matter what if he is happy them im happy he seems very in love let’s be supportive

user22: hope they invite me to the wedding cuz I’m here fighting bitches 👊

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yourusername: rumors are true! Guess we hid it for way too long now. Finally, I can confirm I will be y/n leclerc real soon <3 dreams do really come true!

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carlossainz: finally!!

rebeccadonaldson: so happy for you guys ❤️

landonorris: hope im invited

⤷ yourusername: no 🩷

⤷ landonorris: cruel

oscarpiastri: me and lili are so happy for you guys can’t wait to dance the night away celebrating your love!!

⤷ charlesleclerc: we love you child

francolapinto: congrats you two!!!

yukitsunoda: ❤️❤️❤️

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charlesleclerc: you aren’t ready for what’s cominggggg

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yourusername: 🤫🤫🤫

yourusername: til forever falls apart

⤷ charlesleclerc: till forever falls apart my love

user6443: OMG NEW SONG NEW SONG

user223: IS Y/n A SINGER AS WELL??????

yourbff: omgggg so excited!!!!! I just know it’s gonna be sooooo good

landonorris: can I produce it?

⤷ billieeilish: bro she is a producer

⤷ landonorris: and?

⤷ yourusername: we don’t need you darling

⤷ landonorris: could you stop hurting my feelings some day?

⤷ yourusername: you hurt you own feelings commenting shit 🥰

⤷ landonorris: how cruel

⤷ yourusername: I love you bestie

⤷ landonorris: I don’t

⤷ yourusername: 🙄

billieeilish: so excited for the world to hear this masterpiece

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[verstappen-cult]

Hello!!! First of all, I'm obsessed with your blog secondly I wanted to request something with Charles in which one of his friends pranks him with aphrodisiac chocolates, and he and the reader eat some of them 🫣 and the rest is up to you honestly you can ignore this if you want

The first thing you notice when you leave the grocery bag on the kitchen is an opened chocolate box.

Charles should’ve known better than to leave it there knowing how much you like chocolate. And you know he wouldn’t mind, so, you take one.

“Lando! For fucks sake you are not listening to me!” Charles' voice comes from his bedroom and you can hear the frustration in it.

You take the chocolate box with you as you make your way over to him.

Charles is pacing around his room, hand on his hips as he keeps yelling at Lando, who just laughs at him.

“Why is Lando making fun of you?” You ask, making your presence known. Charles turns around just in time to see you taking another chocolate into your mouth.

“What are you doing?!” Charles takes two long strides toward you and takes the box away, throwing it in the trash.

“Hey, I was eating those!”

“Oh my God, don’t tell me Y/N ate the chocolates too.” You're pretty sure Lando’s trying not to laugh while also sounding a little bit worried.

“What do you think, genius?” Charles rubs his face, defeated.

“I’m sorry, mate. I didn’t think—well, if you think about it, it’s good because now you’ll finally make a mov—”

Charles hangs up before Lando has time to finish. He throws the phone on his bed, groaning.

“If you didn’t want me eating your chocolates you could’ve just said so.” You shrug, looking at the trash.

“It’s not that,” He looks up at you and for the first time you notice that he’s sweating, face flushed. “they were special chocolates.”

“Oh,” You try not to show the disappointment in your voice. “a girl gave them to you! I’m sorry, I didn’t think about that, I just saw them and—”

“No, not that kind of special.” He’s quick to stop your mind from reeling with unwanted thoughts.

You tilt your head, not understanding what other kinds of special chocolates could be, when you feel a warmth wash over your body, and suddenly you feel like you’re wearing too many clothes.

“God, why is it so hot in here?” You take your sweater and sneakers off.

“What are you doing?” Charles sounds like he’s in pain. You see him take a few steps back, putting some distance between you two.

Charles’ hair is messy and he’s wearing that shirt you gifted him last Christmas. You never realized how good it looks on him before. Why didn’t you notice?

“I’m burning up,” You whine, grabbing your shirt to take it off. “What? It’s not like you haven’t seen me in a bra before.”

“You need to go,” He rushes to grab your clothes, but you don’t move. “I’ll leave you a glass of water—just go to your room.”

“Charles, what the hell is happening?”

He sighs, letting his head fall forward. He needs to tell you. “Lando thought it would be fun to give me special chocolates,” He can’t say the words out loud, he just can’t. You still don’t understand, so he simply looks at you and then down. You follow his gaze only to find that there’s a bulge in his pants.

You choke on your own spit, realization crossing your mind.

The air feels thick with tension and the eye contact is so intense you feel something weird pooling in the pitch of your stomach. And then there are mouths crashing against each other and hands all over your body as you fall onto the bed.

Lando definitely doesn’t need to know that he did you and Charles a favor.

[fic-writer-confessions]

I've always disliked x reader fic--not, like, hate, but you know the attitude. The "y/n" jokes, thinking of them as sort of cringey, being annoyed by them in the fandom tags... and so on and so forth.

But on the other hand, I've been writing fanfic for 15 years now. I know that my work is good--and that's not a confidence thing, it's just that creative writing is my literal full-time job, and has been for years.

I've written for so many different fandoms, both large and small, in so many capacities: fluff fics, angst fics, long multi-chapter fics, one shots, NSFW, ye olde "holy grail" fics (M or E rated one-shots spanning about 15k with the lowercase lyrics titles), slash, femslash, straight pairings, gen fics, you name it.

Without fail, over the past five years or so, the amount of engagement I get is just... disappointing, most of the time. I appreciate every comment I get, and I have made genuine friendships and relationships with people who appreciated my work. I'm also writing for myself more than anyone else. But it's still disheartening when a fic I've spent weeks working on gets maybe 3 comments. I know it's just the new fandom etiquette not to comment, but still.

But a few weeks ago, I was scrolling through a fandom tag and saw someone wishing there were more x reader fics for a particular character--and they way they worded it was just so genuine I immediately wanted to write something for them, so I figured "what the hell" and cranked something fairly low-effort out pretty quickly.

I have never received feedback on a fic like this. This was a small blog for a small-to-midsized fandom, but the ratio of hits to comments and kudos was insane. I even had several people personally reach out to me on tumblr to thank me for the fic or ask if there was ever any possibility of me writing more x reader fic. And I did some research into other x reader fics for my other fandoms--same thing, much higher ratio of engagement.

I'm still not going to read or write much more of it myself (I'm aromantic), but damn. I get why there is so much x reader fic now--these fans engage. If they like something, they don't hesitate to say it, and if they're not sure the message has gotten across, they track you down on other platforms to make sure you know just how much they like what you do. It is so incredibly refreshing. Having only just dipped my toes in, the amount of respect I have for this community has skyrocketed. And with the research I have started doing into x reader fics--there is so much more here on a genre-convention level than I ever knew.

Not saying every fanfic writer needs to become an x reader fic author, but like... first, my god, the jokes really aren't that funny anymore when you compare them to the reality of the community. (I haven't even seen many fics use the "y/n" thing for example.) But secondly, if you're feeling discouraged about writing... just give it a shot. It doesn't have to be that long, you don't have to completely change your style for it. But give it a chance, and get a little more appreciation for your fellow fans in the process.

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[stars-for-circe]

Circe's Most Frequented 🤍🤍🤍

My favourite authors over many different fandoms, for your indulgence.

@astralnymphh - TLOU, sapphic, shakespeare reborn

𖣂 There is no one else who could begin this list except for you tbh. One of the first authors I ever followed on this app and your work has never failed to blow me away; from your beautifully paced works that never run out of new prompts and tropes that you always nail, to your crazy big words you scavenged from wordhippo and managed to intergrate perfectly into your fics. To the Ellie Williams enthusiasts, give her fics a read and I promise it will change the trajectory of your lives forever. And don't be afraid to send her an ask, because she will quite literally craft a masterpiece.

𖣂 My recommendation: 'The Salvo Project'

@vifilms - TLOU, sapphic, she makes tumblr formatting her bitch

𖣂 At first it was your witty drabbles, then you graduated to 10k fics that take everyone's breath away. The way you can turn a single tiny idea into such a detailed work while also integrating the essence of each character you write into every single paragraph never fails to amaze me every time you appear on my feed. With your constantly changing layouts, and your beautifully crafted fic headers that show just how much of your heart goes into everything you put onto this app, you keep raising the bar again and again.

𖣂 My recommendation: 'Long Night, Long Ride'

@sweetercalypso - TLOU, multi

𖣂 Also one of my first follows, I remember quite clearly scrolling through the Abby Anderson tag on ao3 and being so blown away that I basically did a cartwheel when I saw you on tumblr. Your fics are the perfect late-night fix that are to-the-point, and your drabbles are filled with every trope anyone could even think up. And I'll shamelessly admit that reading your fics definitely moved Joel up quite a few slots in who I liked most within tlou.

𖣂 My recommendations: 'Texas Hold 'Em' + 'Uncharted Territory'

@the-kr8tor - Spiderverse, f/m, sfw

𖣂 I gotta say, this third movie needs to speed up so more people can come here and see how well you write for the spiderverse. Finding you in the tags was like a breath of fresh air, and your series works have kept me up at night on more than one occasion because of their binge-worthy goodness! From the adorable drabbles of Billie and Ramona, to the ups and downs that come with being a pirate, your works keep me invested even in the first, second....twenty-something times I've reread them.

𖣂 My recommendation: 'Our Place In The Middle Of Nowhere'

@s-4pphics - TLOU, Arcane, sapphic

𖣂 I hope you know that when you released 'The Call', it kept me up at night. Seriously, you're a genius. Maybe this style has been written before but it's the first time I've seen it. And amidst all the Sevika and Vi works that were being pumped out after the release of season 2, that fucking gem was put on my feed and it genuinely blew my mind. It was the perfect combination of crack-style fic and dark humour, coming together to make this smutty, hilarious, jaw dropping fic that had me pacing around my room a couple times - one of my favourites of all time.

𖣂 My recommendation, obviously: 'The Call'

@taintandviolent - Ahs, f/m, multi-fandom extraordinaire

𖣂 First of all, your username is fucking genius. Like actually, it had me saying it out loud and having such an OHHH moment and now I can't stop thinking about how cool it is. Secondly, if anyone has a taste for dark, gritty, horror infused tropes, or loves anything Evan Peters just like I do, her blog is the way to go. Her page is unapologetically for the monster-loving girlies who 'can fix him', and there's a little bit in there for every fandom that finds her. You're one of my favourite authors to send requests to, and you have definitely made me see Bill Skarsgard in a different light as of recent. 𖣂 My recommendation: 'Ouija Board’

[cranberryjuice-posts]

hiii want to say that i just met your blog and i obsessed with it!! i really love your writing. anddd i want to make a abby request, abby and reader are in college and abby is like super popular and when they start to date reader is called “abbys girl” all the time and get super flustered? i dont know if i express myself good, english is not my first language, sorry! hope u have a amazing day, xoxo <3

- Abby’s girl -

Pairings - modern au! Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader

An - this is kinda bad I’m sorry 😭😭 I wasn’t really sure what plot to write but I still appreciate the request.

Everybody was cheering. With only a minute left on the clock the Seattle wolves vrs the Jackson mustangs— one of the oldest lasting rivals on and off the court, were pushing one another around trying to keep Abby from making her shot.

The blonde dodged around trying to avoid the other team. Making it to the 3 point line she threw the ball. Going through the hoop the clock blared at the same time, the referees announced the wolves win making the home side scream with excitement.

Abby shouted happily, making eye contact with you she grinned. Making your way out of the stands was easier said then done.

Eventually getting to the locker room you walked towards Abby’s spot. One of her teammates walked past you taking a moment to say hi. “Shit It’s Abby’s girl, hey she’s just over there the girls are cheering for her”

You felt your face turn red, “oh thanks” with a smile you watched as she walked away before going towards the shouting. Being the girlfriend of the basketball team captain tended to help boost your own reputation. Most of them didn’t know your name only addressing you as ‘Abby’s girl’.

Was it your preferred way of being addressed… well no. But it wasn’t the end of the world, all it did really was embarrass you.

Setting your purse down by Abby’s duffel bag on the bench you watched as the girls other girls crowded around her, chanting Abby’s name while they all celebrated their big win which would now take them to state. You were and always will be Abby’s biggest supporter, no matter what you would never miss any of her games.

She instantly noticed your presence, breaking free abby quickly made her way to you. Grabbing you by the waist she pulled you into a messy kiss. It was full of adrenaline and not coordinated. Pulling back Abby kept her face close to yours. A few of the other girls on the team chuckled at the display making you blush. “Hey” abby flirted against your lips.

“Hi” You giggled “You did amazing out there.. I mean really I genuinely believe Your Gonna win this thing”

“And im Gonna do even better tonight” she continued her cocky streak, pressing your hips against hers.

You rolled your eyes finding her attempts at seduction funny. “Uh huh, I’m gonna wait for you outside ok” kissing her one more time you gasped as she grabbed your ass. You rolled your eyes as you pulled back, giving her a warning look as Abby remained on her high.

—

You sat down on a bench near by the exit. Pulling out your phone you started to scroll on Instagram, trying to decided what to make a post about. That and finding a new restaurant near by to take Abby to, just to celebrate her big win before she actually tried to get you pregnant.

“So your Abby’s girl huh?” A woman spoke. Looking up you were taken back by seeing Ellie Williams the Jackson mustangs team captain.

Confused you nodded “uh yeah..”

She just scoffed. “How the hell did she manage to pull you” standing up you grabbed your purse, Ellie knew you had been offended by what she said.

“First of all she didn’t pull anyone, how we got into a relationship was because she’s a good person and secondly” you looked her up and down “why are you even over here, your bus is on the other side of campus”

“Damn, I was just asking” she laughed crossing her arms “but seriously though Abby? Her being a good person, that’s total bullshit she’s anything but good, besides I can do anything she does”

“Except win a Game”

You could tell Ellie was starting to loose her patience. Why was she over by you, to hell if you knew. There was a tense silence between you both, before she could speak the back door opened.

Abby stood tall and strong as always only her former grin was replaced with a look of disgust. Getting up you walked over to her, kissing her cheek. “Williams”

“Anderson”

Both girls staring at each-other with a Look of hate, You had heard Time and time again the rivalry between the two schools and between their families. “Why are You over here, and better question why are you talking to my girl”

“Fuck dude nobody’s trying to fight Dina just forgot her bag inside I offered to come get it.” Ellie looked at one once again before gesturing her head to Abby. “Your Girl seems like a real catch, guess you got lucky”

“Guess i did” her response was harsh. At this point you were fed up with the conversation and dealing with Ellie. Grabbing Abby’s hand you pulled her away.

——

Sitting on Abby’s bed you laughed softly at watching her go on a rant. “And don’t get me started on Joel the sheer fucking audacity of that man! He punched my dad because he couldn’t help Ellie. I repeat he punched MY DAD— why are you laughing”

“Nothing Nothing its Just.. your really cute when you get mad” Abby flipped you off making you laugh once again. After a moment she sat down on the bed beside you, taking a calming breath she leaned over kissing you softly, slowly, sensually.. pulling back she gently squeezed your hand.

“What did I do to deserve you” she muttered.

“Not much but working out and getting buff and being blonde helped, you know the important shit” you gave her a charismatic smile

“Your not Funny”

“I’m hilarious”

[rendy-a]

Hi hello hi :3

Firstly, is it okay if I write something for "Encanto" Ramshackle too? I'll credit you ofc as the OG

And Secondly, can we have some more of that absolute crackfic of an AU? I always giggle hysterically when I reread twst cast going bananas for a building

Ty ahead 🫶

Of course you can write your own Player possesses Ramshackle fic. Tag me when you finish and I'd be happy to read what your ideas were.

Its been a hot minute since I've written anything for this blog. I had noticed the Ramshackle stuff was getting some interest lately, so sure. I'll write another one.

A chill was creeping in the air and the occasional white flake drifting from the sky indicated only one thing, opportunity was approaching.  Though they were required to follow the plot of the game, there were certain times when you could take full advantage of being a cast member on TWST and this was one of them.  Winter Break was nearly here, that time when most students went home to visit family.  But more importantly, when the plot dictated that Ramshackle dorm, home of the Player, would be totally empty.

Now, of course, every member of the TWST cast would like to use the Winter Break time, when the plot dictates that Yuu and Grim are to be imprisoned in Scarabia, to take over their dorm.  Why wouldn’t they when Ramshackle is the only place to directly bask in the glow of the glorious Player?  Only, how does one manage to get that coveted permission to stay there?

Make a Deal

Yuu walks quickly toward the lunchroom while Grim has long since abandoned them to their fate.  Azul rounds the corner, pursuing Yuu at a brisk walk and Yuu picks up the pace.  “As you can see, the terms here are quite beneficial to you.”  Yuu scowls, plants their feet and turns to confront the conman.  “Listen here Azul,” Yuu states as they jab their finger into the merman’s chest, “I’m sick of how creepy you all are with my house.  I don’t care what terms you have in that contract; I’m not letting you stay in Ramshackle over Winter Break!”

Azul desperately tugs on Yuu’s sleeve to prevent them from walking off, “Wait, wait!”  Against their better judgement, Yuu pauses to let Azul speak.  “I…I…have one more contract!”  Then Azul turns away and quickly fumbles with something out of sight before turning and dramatically presenting Yuu with a signed ‘contract.’  He shakes it under Yuu’s nose, “LOOK! You’ve already signed the contract!  Your dorm is all mine!”  Yuu rips the contract from Azul’s hand and reads, ‘Yuu will get first place on the mid-terms or they must forfeit one bajillion madol.  If the defaulting party cannot pay the fine, then they may offer private residence in Ramshackle Dorm in lieu of payment.’  Yuu rolls their eyes at Azul, “One, I didn’t sign this.  Two,” here Yuu pauses to hold up the ‘contract’ for emphasis, “This is written on a napkin.  And three, ‘one bajillion’ isn’t a real amount of money.” 

Make a bribe

A knock sounds on the door of Ramshackle and the creaky old door swings in from the force.  “I guess I’ll just come right in then!  Thanks Player!” Kalim spouts with a huge grin on his face.  Yuu gets up slowly from the sofa and ambles to the door, “Don’t read too much into it, this is just an old building.”  Kalim quickly replies, “Right, right,” but the smile doesn’t fade.  Yuu’s argument fails to convince the enthusiastic dorm leader that he hasn’t personally been welcomed inside the dorm by the great Player. 

“So…” Yuu begins leadingly, hoping to conclude what is sure to be another request to stay in Ramshackle over break quickly.  “Ah yes,” Kalim says as he sets his hands on his hips, “I’ve heard you are in need of one bajillion madol.  That’s just terrible Yuu!”  The prefect of Ramshackle is momentarily taken aback, “How did you even hear about that…You know what, I don’t care.  It doesn’t matter.  I don’t owe Azul any money and none of you weirdos are staying in my house.  Just no.” 

Breaking and entering

The snowdrifts were deep, deep enough to reach the bottom of the windowsill Epel heaved himself against.  Once, twice, thrice and then it gives and slides open with a moan.  “Welcome home to you too, Player,” Epel replies in a giddy tone before sliding into the room and shutting out the cold draft with the old window.  He is practically patting himself on the back at how he’s planned the perfect crime.  Why ask Yuu for permission to stay when everyone knows Yuu won’t be here to forbid entry anyway.  He’ll just quietly let himself in, enjoy the best Winter Break ever and then quietly leave.  No one will ever have to know.

“HEY PUNK!  What are you doing here!” shouts a stern voice from the darkened room.  Epel stumbles from the window and into a lamp.  Since he is lucky enough to have that option handed to him, he pulls the chain to allow the lamp to flicker to life.  An unbelievable sight awaits him inside the room.  “Whaaaa!!!” he exclaims before scowling back and returning the question, “What em I doin’ here?  What ere ya doin’ here!  Ace!  Deuce!  Ya ain’t supposed to be here!” 

Ace points at Epel and now everyone is pointing at each other, “Like you should talk!  We just caught you breaking into poor Yuu’s house.  Don’t you have any respect for the rules?”  Lines in Epel’s forehead deepen as he scowls more, “Rules?  Like you should talk.  You’re supposed to be in this Chapter.  What are you going to do when Yuu contacts you to save them from Scarabia?”  At this, Deuce looks guilty, “Wha…well.  Well, we were thinking we’d just pretend we were too far away to make it in time.”  Then he holds up his hand to his chest as though he’d provided an answer worthy of an honor student. 

“That’s so stupid.  Even for you,” comes a taunting voice from deeper in the hall.  Jack saunters in the room with a cactus under each arm.  Then he carefully sets them up near the windows for sunlight and turns to address his classmates, “Look, I don’t think any of you should be here.  This isn’t respectful of Yuu or the Player.  You should go.”  Ace and Deuce momentarily shocked by his audacity before teaming up to accuse him, “Us?  You’re here too!  How do you figure you can be here and we can’t?  We know Yuu didn’t invite anyone to stay.  You’re intruding too!”  Jack puts on a smug grin, “Not so.  I asked Yuu to watch my plants for me.”  Then he taps the little cactus pots for emphasis, “Only now poor Yuu isn’t able to watch them, so what can I do?  I need to help my friend out by taking care of their obligations instead.  Its just what friends would do.”  Now all three other freshmen are shocked.  “THAT’S NOT A REAL THING!” They shout together.

“QUIET!” booms a voice from the top of the stairs, “HOW AM I TO GUARD THE DOMOCILE OF THE PLAYER WITH ALL THIS NOISE?  I COULD BE MISSING THREATS TO THE PLAYER WHILE YOU ARUGE ABOUT SUCH NONSENSE!”  Now Jack seems shocked as well.  The whole crew unties to point at Sebek, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?”  Now Sebek seems shocked, “What..What do you mean?  I have to be here to guard the Player.” He gently rubs the banister of the stairs, “What would happen if someone tried to harm the Player while Yuu was away?  I…I just can’t take it!”  Now the crocodile fae holds his hand to his hair as he tearfully shakes his head as though the thought of it was too much for him to bear. 

Epel sucks on his teeth, making a tsk sound.  “So what are we gonna do bout this situation?”  No one answers.  Each boy knows that speaking up to demand others leave only increases the chance they will demand he leaves as well.  No one is willing to risk this golden opportunity to stay in Ramshackle (with the Player!) for the rest of Winter Break.  The standoff is broken by a resounding crash from upstairs.  The first-years gasp and then each take off running toward the sound.  What if the Player needs help?

They burst into a room and take in the scene.  A random assortment of furniture crowds the space leaving very little room to maneuver.  They cautiously push their way into the room and search the scene until Jack sighs and crouches down, “Here is the culprit.”  He stands holding a large textbook that had fallen from the bookshelves.  “So…I guess it was nothing,” Deuce says with a bashful blush beginning to coat his cheeks.  How could he overreact in front of the Player like that?  “Wait,” Ace says as he waves his hands, “It can’t be nothing.  It’s the Player!”  

They desperately gaze about the room, hoping for some sign that the Player has left for them.  One by one, they draw a blank.  Each slowly returns to looking at each other in puzzlement.  “WAIT!” Epel shouts excitedly.  They look at the small boy with hopeful eyes.  “One, two, three, four…” he trails off.  “Five,” Sebek finishes softly, “Five couches.”  Deuce rubs his head in wonderment, “Why are there so many couches in this room?  It seems excessive.”  There really was no explanation why the guest room of Ramshackle contained so many random couches.  But to the eager boys, this was an invitation.  “It’s like the Player wants us to stay here, right?” Ace says connivingly, “They called us into this room to show us this, right?  So, they want us here.  And if the Player want us here…”  Sebek smiles, “THEN WE ARE INVITED TO STAY!” 

Later, they might have to explain to an upset Yuu why they were protecting an empty house instead of helping them fight for their life against an angry overblotted student, but for now, everything was perfect.

[jcollinswrites]

idk what kinda crack you're putting in this if because my entire Friday was just checking into your blog every 20 mins to see if the update dropped.

hyperfixation so bad that I'm even dreaming about it😭

and about the new chapter, that entire scene with mc keeping watch was insanely good. I really think you need to consider dabbling in horror if you haven't yet; the suspense, the atmosphere, everything about it was just 🛐🛐 gave me chills honestly

also on behalf of quenna-mancers, first of all, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT??? I'm on my knees for chapter 5 you CANNOT leave us hanging like that😭

I totally thought this wet cat of a human (?) being was possessed at the start but then I got gaslighted by my own noble mc and was like nahh can't be that

and secondly, is the demon romanceable?

The crack I use is 🌈love🌈

Be careful, it's very addictive.

I loved writing that camp scene 🧛 You know that feeling when you are walking in the dark alone, or when you are alone at home and suddenly you get an inexplicable, creepy feeling of not being alone anymore? That was it. That was what the MC was feeling there.

I don't very much like horror as a genre though, but it's nice to put some scenes like that in any story 👀 Makes things interesting!

Especially when your own MC is lying to you 🤔 How dare they! They knew the rumors from the beginning! ...Did I tell you before that you should not listen to your MC? They really don't know everything and many things they say or think should not be taken seriously because they are either just guessing, joking about it, or even lying to themselves.

The demon comes in a package deal, dear Anon. The more Qenna is interested in someone, the more the demon will be interested too (for different reasons). How much you want a murderous, mad lunatic to take interest in you is another question.

[chuluoyi]

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hii hii hello everyonee !!! 🥹

omg first of all, i’m so sorry for suddenly disappearing out of nowhere—my workload got so heavy since last month and the time for annual performance review is nearing so i’m pouring all my energy to work as of late😭 i really thought i’ll be gone just for a week or two but here we are, more than a month later🥲

and secondly, thank you so much for all the love during the time i’ve been away! :’) i haven’t been opening tumblr so when i did just now i’m overwhelmed with the notifs and lovely asks—i didn’t expect that you all are still hanging around my promptly deserted blog :’) i’m touched, really

a lot happened in the month i’ve been away aside from my snowballing work, of course🥹 (if you remember my post regarding a date i was going to—yeah, i’ve been meeting him regularly! uhmm, we’re certainly more than friends but not quite there yet🙂‍↕️) but along with the good things, many “lows” happened too—burnt out, fatigue, doubt of myself, some crying here and there, and of course, writer’s block too, and i know many of you want more fics but i wasn’t in the state of mind in which i can write :’) even until now, i don’t think i can write anything of substance anytime soon…

but still, thank you for still giving me a space here🥹 i’m grateful for 11k of you who still follow me here even when i’m away and still read or even reread my silly stories and ramblings. i can’t promise you all that i’ll be as active as before, but i’ll try to pop up every now and then—and maybe even write a little thing or two

there are a lot of asks and i’m sorry that i can’t answer you one by one :’) thank you for asking if i’m fine—i am! i’m still hanging in there!🥹 and really, thank you for waiting for me, for wishing me well and missing me 🤍 your kindness reached me and i’m grateful for all of you!

and oh, lastly, to those who sent hate asks or comments regarding how i write, all i can say is this: i’ve blocked you. go get a life and write your own fics. i won’t entertain you! 👋🏻

[odessa-2]

Show the entire video! After she lightly picks Sam, she does the sane with Meril and John. She obviously drinking and happy to see her friends. Or according to you married to all three of them in an secret marriage.

Firstly please learn how to spell, especially if you're a disgruntled twat anonymously polluting my inbox.

Secondly, the entire video was infact posted and I have reblogged it. The video is doing the rounds on the shipper blogs. No one is hiding anything. Everyone is free to interpret it as they choose to. Now I know this is a second punch in the guts for you. First big punch was seeing Sam at the funeral. May I suggest diaphragmic breathing. It helps regulate a shot to shit nervous system such as yours. I will also suggest that you stop being a glutton for punishment and face the music. Sam and Cait are more than friends babe.

Now for the record, I do see Cait hugging John Bell after she kisses Sam, this happened after John Bell interrupted their intimate moment. So what? It doesn't detract from the fact that Caitriona initiated affection with Sam, (who according to your filthy lot, loathes Sam) and then put her arms around Sam and initiated a kiss 😘. She did that by choice, she went to him and clung her arms around his neck like couples do. Now I'm very sorry if you are unaware that this is classic couple behaviour and if you've never had the pleasure to experience this in your sad little life. It would actually explain a lot.

Thirdly, there was no Maril hug (not Meril). I don't know what pipe you're smoking love but it's very obvious that you're in a panic and a bit of a tailspin because deep down you know the reality of the situation. I can feel some empathy for you.

In the meantime, sit on this, it may help snap you out of your brainwashed fog 🖕🖕

[crimsonmonsoon]

TGCF transformers AU?!

I'm gonna yap about my AU for this below as if I'm ever gonna actually make anything for it.

Okay, firstly, you may be asking: Why is Hua Cheng a human/not a transformer? Well, that's because I think it would be cute AF and what are you gonna do about it, stop me? Make me design a Hua Cheng Transformer??? Hah.

Now, someone did suggest to me he could be somewhat cyborg, maybe he got into an accident as a kid. And I think that is brilliant. I drew the sketches above like over a month ago so I hadn't brainstormed much yet but now I'm thinking, yeah, cyborg Hua Cheng. He felt othered as a kid, that would definitely play a factor into it, right? And said accident could literally be when Xie Lian saves him from falling. Maybe something already happened of maybe being caught in a giant metal hand also fucked him up. Xie Lian was trying his best rip :(

Okay, secondly, what are their names? Glad you asked. I put a poll up so y'all could determine what Xie Lian's name might be. I put Scrap up twice because its a swear word (haha funny) and because he's the scrap collector. Scrap did win so I'm thinking he had a name, but everyone started calling him Scrap in a sort of jabbing way, so that's just his name. But perhaps Hua Cheng renames him something more beautiful or finds out what his original name was.

Also this AU is modern. It's not for any one specific TF universe. I somewhat had TFP in mind but that was mostly for his design aspect. But yea, this is set in current day.

More about Xie Lian:

He was a former prime. Idk what happened to him but he definitely fucked that up and lost his prime-...ness.

I never came up with a prime name for him but his name prior to being a prime would have been Flower Crown?? Or something else idk. Maybe Hua Cheng names him that. Or names him Xie Lian. I mean he could just have a normal name. Idk.

He turns into a tractor/truck. Any vehicle that's really known for helping or farming, but I'm open to ideas. I'm thinking big tractors, cause this version of him is very huge, being that he used to be prime and all that.

Now what about Qi Rong on my Qi Rong enthusiast blog? Originally I was gonna just have all the gods be transformers but my beautiful boy Qi Rong is actually his cousin, ya know? It wouldn't make sense if he was just a human like Hua Cheng. So I may come up with a TF design for him too, give me your ideas. Idek what his alt mode would be.

I don't have much of a story concept yet. Idk what I'm actually going to do with this beyond designing and doodling but, who knows. Maybe I'll make something cool. This might be too niche tho, like how many TGCF fans are also transformers fans???? Raise your hand if you are.

[casscainmainly]

Hi there! I just read battle for the cowl (i hadn't managed to finish it last time because I was so angry but this time i did manage! Yay! Someone save me.) I'm very sorry to bother you, but you are the Cass Cain reference and I find myself in need of your insight if that's alright with you.

Anyway my actual question is, what would be Cass' greatest struggle wrt Bruce's death/taking the cowl after Bruce's death? Like how do you think the grief would manifest, what would be the biggest conflict?

Hi!!! First off congrats for finishing Battle for the Cowl, everyone who gets through it deserves a medal. Secondly it makes me happy to hear I'm your Cass reference because there are so many amazing and knowledgable Cass blogs on here <333.

Anyway your question is SO interesting because. AGH. Cass deserved to be in BftC so bad!!! Okay in a world where Cass became Batman, I'm going to pretend she doesn't set up Batman, Inc. I'm also assuming in this world Steph still takes up Batgirl/Cass still gives it to her.

There are many considerations for how Cass would react, and this is a jumble of thoughts (other Cass fans might have better answers than me tbh). But here are some factors:

Besides her lame non-reaction in Reborn era, we do have some hints on how Cass would react to Bruce's death in Batgirl (2000) #15. When Cass gets hit by a beam that makes the brain come up with a scenario to kill, Cass imagines the Joker killing Bruce and her killing the Joker. This 'killing' reaction is due to the beam, but it's significant that Bruce dying was her justification. Her brain had to come up with a reason to break her most sacred vow, and Bruce's death was what it found. His death broke a fundamental part of her. Ofc this was very early on in their relationship, but I think Bruce's death would take a toll on her sense of internal 'goodness' (which was always shaky to begin with)

Bruce adopts Cass in 2008, basically right before he dies. His adoption words to her: "You'll always have a real family... as long as I'm around". Just. AHHHH. Although Bruce didn't intend this, this is phrased as a conditional: Cass' 'real family' depends on Bruce's presence. For Bruce to die immediately after this would severely impact Cass' sense of belonging to the family.

We know from Bruce Wayne: The Road Home: Batgirl that Bruce had ordered Cass to give the Batgirl mantle to Steph (in the case of his disappearance/death). We don't know how he said this - it may have been an order before his death, or a 'last message'-type deal like with Dick/Jason. Regardless, this would impact Cass' belief that she deserves the Bat mantle. We know from what actually happens that Cass gives up the symbol after Bruce's death. In a scenario where she takes the cowl, I think this seed of doubt would wriggle at her. What did Bruce mean when he told her to give up Batgirl? Was it because he wanted her to become Batman, or because he wanted to strip her of the symbol entirely?

If Cass takes up the cowl I'm assuming Dick doesn't? Or he's a simultaneous Batman? Either way, Cass + Dick would be very interesting in this era, not least because they're coming off the backs of their fight in Batgirl (2008) + reconciliation in Batman & The Outsiders (2007). That reconciliation addresses Bruce's absence: Dick says, "I suppose we need to work together to fill the void he left." So Dick-Cass would be this tense and grieving relationship that's filled with a strange solidarity. On the other hand, I think Babs would not want Cass to be the Bat, so this might drive a wedge between them (and I think Cass, in her grieving state, would likely evade or lash out if Babs shows any concern). So Cass' relationships to Dick and Babs would change.

Cass' relationship to Tim would also be changed by Tim's Brucequest, and honestly it would probably fracture because both of them are not in the best state of mind. Cass' relationship to Steph would also be tense, in my opinion Cass would shut her out for a variety of reasons (not least because of the aforementioned 'give Batgirl to Steph' order). So Cass' relationship to Steph and Tim would most likely worsen.

A final consideration is that, when Stephanie died, Cass left Gotham for Bludhaven. Steph's death changed her entire relationship to Gotham, leading her to say (in her internal monologue) that Blud was the first place to ever be hers. Both Steph and Bruce are Gothamites through and through, so I think Bruce's death would also change Cass' relationship to Gotham City.

Okay I am so sorry for that essay because you were only asking for the biggest conflict 😭. I think all of the above build up into her biggest conflict being whether or not she belongs here/whether or not she's doing the right thing. Don't get me wrong, she knows she can make a great Bat and she knows Gotham needs a Batman. But with Bruce dead, with her grounding relationships to Steph and Babs under heavy strain, with Tim steadfastly believing Bruce is not dead, with her relationship to Gotham in shambles, with the adoption in the air, and with Dick (who's been Batman before) hanging around and probably clashing with her sometimes, her self-belief would probably be more fragile than it's ever been. I'm thinking end of BG 2000 levels of 'do I even deserve to the Bat symbol'.

I'm also thinking of Gates of Gotham, where Cass and Dick talk in the car and Cass says it's a choice to stay in Gotham, whether or not the city wants you. I think, if Cass was Batman, this would have to be a choice she makes everyday - with everything she's ever known in jeopardy or flat-out gone, she'd have to choose to go out there, choose to assert herself as the Bat. And despite it all I think she would do it. She never loses, after all.

(I didn't mention Damian but for a non-serious answer if he was her Robin he would be the biggest pain in her neck and she would punt him off several roofs).

[antiquatedhag]

Deity work, worship, etc,,in the modern day; fuck around and find out edition.

Offerings:

Don’t know what to offer the gods? Well, fuck around and find out. “Does (this god) like this tea? Or this type of chocolate?” Well, why don’t you find out? Sure, there can be some things deities don’t like, but there’s only one way to find out and that’s trial and error.

Maybe Hermes likes you to blog in his honour, perhaps that can be an offering. Or rather, make a collage for Athena. The last bite of your food can be an offering. The dollar you found outside the supermarket can be an offering. A cup of tea can be an offering. A simple slice of bread or cup of strawberry milk will work just fine! Work with what you have is most important to understand.

Sacrifice:

Sacrifice can hold different meanings. It’s not simply about killing something, it’s about letting go of something out of love for another (a deity). Or hell, it could even be the sacrifice of a fake animal. Make one out of clay and smash it on your altar, draw a picture of one and then burn it. A sacrifice is a sacrifice. Alternatively, sacrifice maybe five dollars or ten buying something for a deity you love.

Devotional acts:

“Can this be a devotional act?” Well, did you put love and intent and purpose into doing something for a deity, does it relate to their domain or something UPG you see in them? Then it’s a devotional act. Just do it. They appreciate it. You don’t need permission.

Honouring:

It doesn’t have to be complicated. Just cook your dinner in honour of Hestia, speak a little prayer to her as you boil a pot of water or microwave some chicken nuggets. Paint the ocean in honour of Poseidon, or bask in the sun in honour of Apollo. You’re allowed to keep it simple. You’re allowed to honour their domains in a most simple or most complicated way as you like.

Prayer:

Don’t feel bad if your mind houses racing thoughts as you pray, or if intrusive thoughts let you down. For one, the gods can differentiate different types of thoughts, and they will understand what is for them and what is a case of your mind going against you, they’re intelligent higher beings, of course they know and understand. Secondly, it’s okay to have racing thoughts that interrupt prayer, just accept them and then send them on their way. Again, the gods understand. Just take a deep breath, and focus on intent. They will hear it.

Prayer should not be difficult. Invoke them by saying their name, what pantheon they’re from if you work with several, and list names they go by such as epithets, or places they were most revered. Example of how I do it:

“Most lovely lady Aphrodite, Greek goddess of love and beauty, of compassion and war, hear me, Aphrodite ourania, and whatever other names you may like. I pray to you-“

Or

“Lord Hermes, overseer of trade and travellers, god of cunning, thievery, language and much more, lord of Peloponnese, bearer of the winged shoes, hear my words-“

There are many more formats to recite prayer in, but these are just my personal examples.

Here’s an example from the Iliad:

“Hear me, Apollo! God of the silver bow

Who strides the walls of Chryse and Cilla sacrosanct—

Lord in power of Tenedos—Smintheus, god of the plague!

If I ever roofed a shrine to please your heart,

Every burned the long rich bones of bulls and goats

On your holy altar, now, now bring my prayer to pass.”

With all that being said, our practice shouldn’t be hard. And sometimes, you just have to fuck around and find out. Try things, see how it goes.

[sheeezu]

@sandorsubs

You've ignited a new feeling within me to write unnecessarily about you.

Personally for me, and you. Talking through reblogs, is just, not enough, you know?

I'm not going to say anything new here, just going to run in circle upon the same five sentences provided, just like you did.

And be extremely childish, and irrational, just like you.

You've dedicated a post to me, i dedicated a post to you.

First of all, the function of a block button:

It is a very effective and innovative invention of human technology, upon facing a conflict of opinion, you can press it to get the troublesome person out of the equation! simple as that.

Secondly:

How to be mature.

On the surface level, anyone can say whatever, it's the internet. But backbiting behind someone's back is not something someone wants. We're both blogging on here, you think you crossed my mind a single time after that little mishap? not really. Not once. but I certainly did cross yours, didn't i?

You've indirectly targeted me in that watered down post you made before. My anger cools down within minutes, maybe an hour. But yours is permanently attached to you.

You've talked about people liking someone is wrong, how it's cultish. But a blogger being well received by tumblr isn't exactly their fault. And this goes for all bloggers, not just me. Maybe you should improve your own content, build a much more engageable blog, and maybe even a personality.

Punching the air won't change much. Nor would a single like from a bot.

Your tags?

prime example of maturity. prime example of wise and a knowledgeable person. prime example of a person worthy enough to be followed. There's beauty in them, I say.

I am a human, I don't like myself to be disrespected. I could've said more nastier words and made a rushed and cringy post like yours, but I didn't.

I hope you can learn a thing or two, and #ew you're also part of my lore now. (That is, if you have anything else within your biography other than your hate obsession with me)

no one cares about you anyways, sincerely.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

You said "follow-up on Malleus's horn injury and/or character growth from book 7 (like what is he doing to repent for his actions)" in your Book 8 possibilities. I was curious, in what direction do you think the writers could take the character that would absolve him? From reading your blog, it seems you might feel that no matter what they do, they won't be able to make you like him. I share a similar sentiment about several of the characters myself...

[Referencing this post!]

Firstly, I don’t want, nor do I expect, Malleus (or any Twst character) to be “absolved”. To absolve someone means to free them from all blame or fault, to never truly hold them accountable for their actions. I for one will always want the characters to experience whatever results from what they do/say. One thing leads to another, and they have to accept what comes next for them, whether it is a mundane thing like detention or something far more dire. (Case-by-case basis, of course!) That’s what creates tension, conflict, change, and growth.

Secondly, the intent of Twst was never to completely redeem the characters. They’re not meant to be seen as entirely good or characters that everyone will universally love. They’re supposed to be a little bad, to operate in their own grey areas. We as the fans are encouraged to scrutinize them and we’ll all come out of it with our own conclusions. That’s the nature of having complicated characters, characters that don’t neatly slot into “good” or “bad”, “black” or “white”.

I feel that book 7’s conclusion was extremely rushed (it had two major time skips 💀), which had the consequence of glossing over opportunities to demonstrate how Malleus reflected on the aftermath of his OB and its consequences. (Arguably, the other OBs didn’t either but I feel that if you’re going to explicitly skip a few weeks then we deserve a follow-up.) We don’t learn about his horn injury that much (like… does it hurt, how does it limit him, does this change others’ perception of him, etc.). We don’t see him acknowledge what he did + apologize to everyone/the residents of Sage’s Island (he only addresses the NRC population). We don’t even really get to witness the psychological turmoil that comes from knowing that he was so close to permanently losing Lilia. He claims that he resolves to change, but doesn’t specify how, which isn’t exactly reassuring?? All of these things that should have long term impacts on Malleus were not truly addressed, some entirely swept under the rug. These are the kinds of things I would like to see tackled in more detail in book 8, especially because Malleus in particular has a history of struggling to adapt to an ever-changing world.

The only thing I want from the main story is for Malleus to actually be challenged and have to struggle like everyone else does to solve his problems and right his own wrongs. He’s due for some growth after 178 years of being enabled. This is the least Twst can do for him and his writing.

I think… you’re conflating very different things here, Anon 😅 You’re equating “absolving” a character/making them “faultless” (or, I guess, “good”) or their character development with me liking them. It’s very off the mark. As I stated earlier, I want every character to be held accountable for their own actions and words. Furthermore, making a character more morally “good” doesn’t necessarily make them “better” in my eyes. Twst is a game about villains. Some of my favorite characters are the ones who delight in being “bad” or causing chaos while the most stereotypical “goody-two-shoes” (like RSA students) can rank lower. Character development doesn’t guarantee I’ll like a character anymore than I did previously, either. All the OB boys grew significantly throughout the main story, but many of them (Riddle, Vil, Azul) are still very low in my personal tier list. Other characters that get little to no growth at all (Rollo, Rook, etc.) can be very high.

As for Malleus… I’ve had many complaints about his character writing prior to book 7. I wouldn’t stubbornly cling to disliking Malleus; if he genuinely shows he is capable of change, I’ll give credit where it is due. But the problem is, even if book 8 were somehow flawless in its execution (which I doubt, Twst’s writing is a mixed bag of quality), it would be difficult to entirely overwrite previous content when there’s so much of it stacked against him. His lack of presence in the main story prior to book 7, Endless Halloween Night, several vignettes… It’d be like trying to build a house on already shaky foundation.

I’d be pleased at Malleus’s growth (finally, some after years and years of being stagnant), but that’s a factor isolated from whether or not I personally enjoy him. As I’ve stated in an older post, many of Malleus’s design elements and fundamental traits play into tropes I happen to dislike. Who he is at his core is just not interesting to me—and there shouldn’t be an issue with that, because people are allowed to feel however they want about any character. You yourself mentioned having certain characters you feel you cannot like no matter how much Twst tries to make them likable. And that’s fine. You don’t have to defend it, I’m not going to be upset if you told me you’ll never like Jade or Leona or whoever else no matter how Twst tries to present them 🤷‍♀️ That’s your own business, not mine, and it doesn’t impact how I feel about them.

Malleus won’t be enjoyed by everyone. It would be impossible for any character to achieve universal appeal. I’m not sure why the ask was framed as though Twst’s goal is to get me specifically to like Malleus when one random person’s opinion (ie mine) shouldn’t be worth that much. No one should be pressed because of another’s opinion on Malleus. (Forgive me if I sound overly suspicious, but I’ve had several run-ins with overzealous fans hounding me for not liking him 🙂‍↕️ so I can’t help but be wary.)