#but they are smart and friendly and loving

[nebulousmoon3990]

GHOSTS OF THE PAST (Batfam x neglected hero reader)

I 𓂃› GHOSTS

Warning: neglect (unintentional), Damian being Damian, violence, blood, swearing, sensitive topics, writing errors (English is not my first language) and reader has black hair and blue eyes (sorry), I accept criticism but please don't be rude, everything is fictional!

You consider yourself a good son

I mean, you were never a saint, there were times when you did stupid things and got into trouble with her, but you always managed to solve them. But apparently the universe decided that you weren't good enough.

Not for your family at least.

You were just another product of your father's affair, the only difference is that you were born (something that wasn't supposed to happen) but that's okay! Your mother still loved you and took care of you with all the love she had to offer.

She never spoke openly about your father, but you saw on TV the news about your mother, the great writer from Gotham, with the businessman Bruce Wayne. You were always smart and quickly connected the dots but you didn't question your mother because she was clearly uncomfortable, so you kept quiet and let it go, because you didn't need him. You already had your mother, you already had your uncles, even your little friends from school! You don't need your father.

That is until she died.

It was when you were four years old, you had gone to the market to buy things for dinner and on the way a criminal tried to steal them, your mother trying to protect you ended up with a bullet in the chest, you remember little, but you remember that he ran away while your mother died in front of you. After that you thought you were going to be sent to an orphanage, believe your surprise when your father came to take you home. The first time you saw him you were surprised by how much alike you were: same hair, same eyes, your face was really your mother's, but your skin was his, you were a perfect mix of your mother and your father, at the time you loved it but now... you are not so sure.

When you arrived at the mansion, you met your half-siblings. You were so excited. You always wanted a sibling, since you spent a lot of time alone. The possibility of having siblings made you very happy. The first was Dick: a bright smile and the sunshine of the family. Dick was friendly with you and at least bothered to ask a little about you, like your age or when your birthday was. But the next day, he completely forgot about you. Even though he lived in Bludhaven, he visited the mansion often. Of all your siblings, you felt the most excluded by him. While he said that family was the most important thing, he ignored you. Maybe it wasn't intentional, but what's the point of apologizing for not being there if you don't change anything?

The second was Tim: the Robin of the time. Tim was just... Tim, he was never that neglectful with you, but he didn't try to get closer either. He had no opinion for you. You would say that Tim was observant, quiet, and cold. He would help you if he saw that you needed help, the problem was that he was never there, so he never had time for you (like everyone else).

The third was Jason: in your opinion he was your favorite, Jason was the one in the house who gave you some attention. It wasn't always, but when he came to the mansion he really cared about asking about you.

"Why are you so skinny?" "Are you doing well in your studies?" "Is someone bothering you, brat?" and things like that. Jason wasn't that close but he was never distant either, that's why he was your favorite, but just like Tim he was never there when you needed him, since he couldn't stay at the mansion much (you believe that part of the blame is Bruce).

Then came the rest of your siblings, Barbara was always busy like Bruce and Dick, Cassandra and Stephanie weren't interested in you, and Duke never exchanged more than two or three words with you.

And then to top it all off came Damian: your younger brother. You thought that even though Damian was Al Grul's (trained to kill and all) maybe, just maybe, you two could have a good relationship.

Oh, how terribly wrong you were.

And you realized it the moment Damian almost cut your throat with his sword. That day Damian was reprimanded by Bruce while Dick was taking care of his neck, from what you understood Damian thought he needed to kill you to become Robin. 

You, a civilian, almost wanted to laugh at his presumption that you could be a vigilante when you couldn't even lift your backpack properly. After that day you didn't get close to Damian again, the fear of him doing something to you terrified you to the core. Damian realized it, you knew it by the looks he gave you, but whether it was pride or shame he never apologized to you.

Bruce never had time for you, wrapped up in work and as Batman his time was precious and he had to spend it on what was necessary, and you understood that.

You understood all of them.

But...it still hurt.

It hurt your soul a lot.

That's why you stopped trying to impress them, stopped enrolling in classes they liked just to get their attention, stopped bothering them to get some family time. You gave up, simple as that, the family didn't care, probably not even knowing about it.

There was Alfred, who probably spent the most time with you, acting like a grandfather. But Alfred is also Bruce's butler and the sidekick to Gotham's heroes, he couldn't spend all his time with you either (you accepted that, it was okay).

But sometimes there were rare moments that happened, moments when they cared, when you saw a little bit of love from them towards you.

Like when Jason gave you one of his sweatshirts for your birthday, one that you really liked (you still wear it to this day, it's still too big on you).Or when you didn't have a partner for your history project since no one was your friend, so Dick and Tim spent half the night helping you with it. Or when school bullies beat you up, you went back to the mansion (which was empty) with a black eye, just so Damian could see you. By some miracle, you convinced him not to tell Bruce, thinking that the matter had died there, you went back to your room only for Damian to knock on your door in the middle of the night and give you a pair of brass knuckles for you to use next time (you never used them, but knowing that he cared was comforting).

I think the most important of these moments was when Bruce showed up at your elementary school graduation. Thanks to your mother, you were more gifted than the others, advancing a few years in school, making you finish school before your age. Imagine: a pre-teen in the middle of almost adults with other adults looking at you (it's desperate) but you saw him, Bruce Wayne together with Alfred looking at you for the first time. He didn't stay until the end, but he was still there, he was there for you.

That's why you hated them.

How dare they? Play with your heart like that, giving you hope that maybe you could be a normal family, a happy family. You hated that, you hated having hope, you hated that they cared and then left you aside.

And what you hate the most is that every time you fall for their talk.

That's why you're taking some time for yourself, far away from them at your aunt's house. In two weeks it will be your fourteenth birthday and you decided this time to spend it with your aunt, to try to forget about your life in Gotham with your family (besides, it had been years since you saw her, it was time to get over the longing).

You told her well in advance, already planning it since the beginning of the month, so now at the train station you didn't feel any worries as you got on the bus.

You didn't tell your family, they wouldn't even care, you just told Alfred so that the poor man wouldn't have a heart attack if he didn't see you in the room.

Maybe if you had told them, this wouldn't have happened.

Dick loves his family.

No matter how many problems they have, he will always love them, family is everything to him.

So why these days has he felt like he's forgetting something?

Was it training with Damian? No, that was for tomorrow, maybe patrol with Bruce? That was impossible to forget, could there have been something with Tim? He doesn't remember his brother asking him for something, maybe Cass? She said a friend was going to have his birthday-

birthday.

(Name's) birthday.

The realization hit him like a train, that was it! His birthday, he had completely forgotten about it, when will it be? If he remembers, will it be in two weeks? You're going to be-

How old are you again?

No, that's absurd, he knows how old you are, he would be stupid not to. You must be twelve? No! Thirteen? But he doesn't remember your thirteenth birthday.

In fact, he doesn't remember any of your birthdays.

Okay, maybe he doesn't remember now, but he was definitely there for your birthday, he's your big brother! Why wouldn't he be?

Okay, he decided that as soon as he finished patrolling with the rest of the family he would talk to everyone about it.

As he jumped between the rooftops his phone vibrated loudly, but he didn't bother to look at it, he would check it later.

Hurry up Dick, before it's too late.

Tim was monitoring the batcave today, helping with location and crimes remotely. Today would be a normal patrol, too calm. Tim hated these patrols, too calm and preparing for the storm.

This time a hurricane would come and no one would be prepared.

The first to arrive was Jason, who came just to help with the investigation of a particular case. He leaned on the table next to Tim and watched the cameras and sensors on the television he controlled. The second was Bruce and Damian. Bruce went to talk to Alfred and Damian went to the table in the center where Tim's phone was. Tim, listening to Dick's message, who was near the mansion, almost didn't hear the youngest Wayne talking.

"Someone's calling you." Tim looked at Damian, who turned on his phone. Without worrying, he went back to the computer. "I can answer later." Damian apparently wasn't satisfied and turned on the phone only to see that the flames were his, his name engraved on the screen. "It's our sister's." "Cass's?"

"(Name's)" Now that caught Jason's attention. He looked at the youngest Wayne. For some reason, a bad feeling took over him, the same feeling that something bad was going to happen. "Oh, that's it. I'm kind of busy here. Can you see what she wants for me?"

Grimacing, Damian would have put the phone down, but something inside him told him to check, to check, so he picked up the phone and unlocked it to find over twenty missed calls from him “oh my”

“What’s wrong?” Bruce approached the boys, having vaguely heard the conversation. “There are over twenty calls and at least fifteen messages” now that really caught everyone’s attention.

“What?” Jason answered for everyone, breaking the silence that settled in the room, but Damian didn’t bother to answer, instead going to the messages, he was going to go through them when a word caught his attention.

Help 

Just with that the bad feeling inside Damian grew, his behavior changing and showing the others that the matter was serious “Oh shit."

“What’s going on” Dick finally arrived, only to find the tense atmosphere in the room, as he walked Damian went through the messages finding words like “help” “help” “invaded” and “bus”

“Damian what happened” he opened the voicemail, seeing many of them only in the last hour, he put it on maximum volume for him and the others to hear.

"T-Tim please pick up" your voice came out shaky, low almost in a whisper and desolate, full of fear "I-I... I tried calling Dick a-and even Bruce" the sobs of your voice were restricted by your mouth, sighing heavily a bang was heard on the other end startling you "I-I need help... p-please" and so the voicemail ended

“The mansion was invaded?!” Jason didn’t ask anyone in particular, but Tim went to see the footage of the mansion for the last few hours anyway. “No, no one came into the house.”

“Where is she?” Dick was quick to pick up the phone, just like Damian, he came across at least twenty voicemails for him. To get attention, Alfred coughed lightly and automatically everyone’s heads turned in his direction. “Master (Name) went out to spend her birthday with her aunt who lives in New York.”

And that’s how chaos exploded.

The next minute, everyone’s voices echoed through the cave. “What?!” “What do you mean?!” “When did she tell you that!?” Bruce replied as he walked towards Tim’s computer. “She didn’t tell you anything, Alfred, why didn’t you tell me?”

Alfred looked at his master, almost exploding at such stupidity, he knew Bruce didn't have time for you but he also made it clear that he didn't care about you, it was no surprise that you hadn't even warned him before, but respecting you (and master Bruce) he answered. "Master (Name) thought it wasn't necessary, he told me only if you gentlemen asked for her." Tim went back to the computer, now not scanning the streets of Gotham, but looking for you, Dick scrolled through the voicemail and clicked on the most recent one, made 15 minutes ago, his voice once again filled the air making everyone hear you.

This time the line started in silence, only your agitated breathing being heard, it is possible to hear a whisper much quieter than before on the line "Dick please, I-I... I beg p-please, please, p-please, p-please, please-" you were silenced by the noise of something near you, your breathing was weak, footsteps echoed wherever you were, you approached the phone and whispered into the cell phone "save me" when you finished speaking voices approached and then a scream came from you, your phone fell somewhere far from you but even so it was possible to hear your screams and your fight for the cell phone until the line finally ended

“Holy shit…” tension built up in the room, the family was completely stunned by the line, Jason was the first to go looking for him, Dick tried to stop him but he went looking for him too, Damian and Bruce left soon after and Tim went back to his computer at full speed.

They need to find you, Now!

But it was too late

“Tim tell me you found her” Jason shouted on the line as he moved with Dick, the two of them as well as the rest were moving at each of the bus stops to look for their route, the result was nothing.

Tim huffed on the line, irritated with his brother. “If you stopped asking me every two minutes maybe I would find her”

“Your-”

“Enough fighting! That’s not the focus right now” Dick said to Jason and Tim, although his harsh tone gave him away showing how exasperated he was. “Our focus is to find (Name)” Jason looked ahead accepting his brother, they had to find her, he needed to.

Jason wouldn’t forgive himself if his sister died.

“I found her!” Tim shouted excitedly, the spark of hope on his face until he saw the bus where he was “oh no” his heart started beating faster, fear started to settle in his body, but he remained paralyzed without being able to move. 

“Tim? Tim, what happened? Tim saw on the computer the image of his bus fallen to the ground, with fire gathering around it. The red robin could only move when he heard Bruce's voice. With his fingers shaking, Tim sent the image of the accident to each person's cell phone.

Bruce could feel his heart beating out of his chest, the sight of the bus lying on the ground, burned and destroyed was enough to make his heart stop, Damian was in no different situation, all he could think about was your face, scared and afraid of him.

He wanted to see you.

Everyone wanted to see you, but it was too late.

The hurricane passed and destroyed everything

“This morning, news shook all of Gotham, a bus destined for New York was intentionally unloaded in the middle of the road. In total, of the twenty-two passengers, five were injured and seven were kidnapped, among those kidnapped was the second youngest daughter of the great businessman Bruce Wayne, (Name) Wayne, the police are investigating the case-” the television was turned off by Jason, who threw the remote control hard on the couch, now with all the brothers gathered (Barbara, Cass, Stephanie and Duke there too) they were waiting for news from Bruce, who went to a press conference to speak at home with Alfred. Dick, trying to calm his brother, approached him and put his hand on his shoulder “Jason, we're going to find her-”

“Are we going to find her? She might be dead now!” Jason said without thinking, but the mood in the room dropped even more than it already was. Both the guilt and the despair of losing you were what terrified not only Jason, but everyone in that room.

“She’s not dead.” Damian was the one who calmed the situation, approaching the two of them. “You saw it yourself, she was taken, but she’s alive.”

“And who can guarantee that she’s not dead, huh, demon?” The youngest Wayne narrowed his eyes. Jason was right too. Who can guarantee that she’s not already dead? Who can guarantee that she’s not already six feet under, buried?

“(Name) isn’t dead.” Bruce and Alfred entered the mansion. Wayne’s suit was all wrinkled, but he didn’t care. Maybe it was because he had more important things to worry about. “She isn’t dead, and we’re going to find her.”

“Even if it’s just her corpse.”

Oh, okay that was a lot of work to do, enjoy.

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Tchau.

[bleedingwidou]

glee multi bot release - 14/11

Quinn Fabray - opposites attract fempunk!reader

It was stupid! And so stereotypical. Opposites attract? Really? Individuals with nothing in common wouldn’t get along. It’s common sense. That’s what Quinn believed. Until about three weeks ago, that is.

The first glimpse she got of you the new girl, she was frankly appalled. The whole punk look you had going on — your messy hair, your dark makeup, your piercings? The way you spoke, too, gosh, it was.. disgraceful. Disgraceful, and so, so so hot.

Not that she’d admit that. Ever.

Santana Lopez - hot co-worker! fem!reader

It was hard for Santana to not notice you. Hell, it was hard for anyone to not notice you. She was sure any and every guy that came to the Spotlight Diner on one of your shifts was drawn to how the back of your little red skirt with the sewn on apron would tip up when you’d bend to pick up stacks of plates, and how when you’d stand back up the customer service-friendly grin that appeared as you bared your teeth matched the same pearly colour on your name tag that read your stupidly pretty name.

Santana couldn’t get any more lesbian.

Brittany Pierce - family line fem!reader

Why does family have to be so hard?

For you, at least. It wasn’t a complicated thing for Brittany. She was okay, her family was okay. They loved her, smart or dumb, straight or bisexual. It just didn’t seem the same with you, and she hated not being able to do something about it.

It’s not nice to watch your girlfriend get put down for something she can’t control; something that makes her, her. By your family, too? All because you like the same gender? It enraged Brittany, but she wasn’t a violent person, nor was she mean. Confrontational, maybe, when it’s necessary, but you insisted on not getting involved, which she’d respect.

Quinn Fabray - not a peep fem!reader

This feels so unnatural. This little love affair Quinn has going on. She’s supposed to be with Finn, she is with Finn; she’s supposed to be faithful. Then again, she doesn’t have a great track record of staying loyal. She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t control her feelings (and overwhelming hormones), it wasn’t a switch she could flick off. She wanted. She wanted that quiet Glee nerd. She wanted her.

She wanted you, and she always got what she wanted.

more in bot intros!!

it’d been a bit since my last bit release and i really just can’t contain myself.. i hate to keep people waiting !! (if anyone IS waiting..) also, a big thank you for 100k interactions!! woaaah huge number. <33

[3dollarbillyalls]

I love rats and I love Fred so that pic is cool! No hate towards rats out here!

[froody]

*based off the 2023 AKC registration rankings

[nelson-riddle-me-this]

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[torgawl]

lyney's character story about his vision revealing arlecchino didn't allow him to use a delusion and was genuinely angry that he would do something lynette wouldn't want for him, encouraging him to find other solutions... the way she was also sad lyney didn't feel comfortable relying on her during the quest... she really cares about the kids. her smile while speaking to furina also looked sincere. even though one can debate if this is all an act to make them trust and be loyal to her (as said by her, "good actors hone their craft to mesmerise the whole crowd") or acknowledge the fact she's using the kids by making them part of the fatui, she genuinely seems to cherish them. at least she goes through lengths that aren't really necessary for her not to care. the way she reformed the orphanage, the way she helped freminet get closure on his mother's fate... i just think it goes to show and confirm once more how biased everything/everyone in the game is. sometimes bordering unreliable, really. scara and childe's lines about her paint her in a certain light, which i'm not saying isn't true quite the opposite, but that persona seems to coexists with the version the kids from the house of the hearth know.

[axvwriter]

Twst: Idia at Port Fest

Idia actually contributes to his group's food stall by not only creating a machine to be super efficient at cooking up the waffles they're selling, but also ends up operating the machine the entire time. He's a bit reasonable while also a bit goofy with naming things. He named his waffle maker "Port Fest Waffle Iron Portable MAX Custom". Portable waffle iron is reasonable and I suppose putting Port Fest in the name helps indicate its meant for special events and not an ordinary house appliance. Which makes sense to clarify a bit as it's probably a big machine since Idia mentions it being able to cook several waffles at a time. Usual waffle irons only make one at a time. For the MAX Custom, that seems a bit silly and unneeded. Though I suppose the MAX is supposed to refer to how many waffles it can make at once along with Custom meaning it being specially made for this? Really could just cut it down to "Festival Waffle Iron".

He mentions that it has an infrared sensor and an ai to tell when the waffles are ready and to consistently make the waffles supposedly at the same quality of a master chef. Then he adds in that he put a small fan in to help spread the smell about to help draw in customers. I suppose importance on the "small" part of small fan since the others share their concerns about how hot it is near the machine. Idia shares that it's a byproduct of high performance yet that the ai is heat protected so things are fine. Which I suppose that means that it really is making a whole lot at once for the ai to cause the machine to heat up? I don't know how much processing power it would take for a machine to image or infrared read a waffle turning golden brown but I would assume some of the heat would be thanks to it being a cooking machine. Heat is required to cook something.

Anyway Idia says he's not worried about the heat, ignoring that the others concerns were more about their own safety of interacting with such a heated machine. Later Idia shares that no one could work the waffle iron so he had to deal with it the entire time with no breaks. This either means the others didn't know how to work it or that they simply refused to withstand the heat being produced by that machine. So either Idia overcomplicated how to use the machine or he's unaffected by the heat?

I would think a tech-genius would just make it so that the machine upon being turned on automatically opens. Once the batter is poured in, a button could be pressed and the machine closes. After the minute of cooking and the ai has assessed it to be perfect, the machine reopens. Upon being turned off it automatically closes too. Have it as simple as that.

Did Idia use buttons? Did he have to lift the lid to something bulky? Or did he connect it to his tablet and use the tablet to tell the machine to open? Did he have to pour in the batter himself? Unable to take breaks makes it sound like he was constantly watching over the thing but I do think Idia has the tendency to be a bit overdramatic about some things.

For example when it came to the Harveston Sledathon event, he was freaking out until he was pushed through the magic mirror. Then all signs of anxiety was gone. Which meant Ortho wasn't being a jerk by last minute pulling out of going with them all, but knew his brother was just going to overthink and freak out until he actually got there. Thanks to book 6 I can see why the idea of going somewhere does freak him out. It makes sense he would fret over going somewhere but upon safely arriving he completely okay.

Anyway Idia may be a bit overdramatic because surely it would slow things down if they had only one person pouring in batter. Idia just needs to be off to the side, making sure the thing cooks when its time to make more waffles. Idia then goes to say it's ironic that machine he made to make things easier ended up only operable by him. Idia... making a machine that is supposed to be easy, simple, and anyone can figure it out... but only you can do it means you've failed. Sure it worked in the other ways, but he's failed to make it user-friendly.

Also I'm pretty confident he wasn't constantly making waffles since the point of the machine was so they wouldn't have to constantly make waffles and could have a good bunch ready at once. He also took the time to fix up and upgrade a cotton candy machine when Sebek brought it to him. Which means he had some time to spare, because otherwise I'm certain the others in his group would have argued with Sebek that Idia can't fix it. Idia wouldn't have to worry about fighting off Sebek when their group is relying on him to work his machine. So since no one tried to argue with Sebek, Idia did have the time to work on it.

Pretty funny that Idia considers the upgrades he gave it as part of fixing it. He says it was a rush job and that he could only increase its power output by five times. This suggests to me that he can't help himself but improve anything put in his hands. He must give it more power. Though maybe arguably it is just part of fixing it. Floyd trying to make a large cotton candy which was too much for the machine to handle. In order to have it handle the stress of that along with keeping it from breaking again, upping its power/strength would help. Regardless, he can't help but rename the machine. Which follows the same pattern as the machine he made from scrap for making a bunch of waffles within a minute. He names the powered up cotton candy machine "Port Fest Cotton Candy Machine Turbo X Custom". Could have just named it "Cotton Candy Turbo Machine". Not even the X. If he insists on a roman numeral then he can go with V. X means ten, V means five. He only upped its power by five.

TLDR: Idia is a bit silly with naming and doesn't know how to make things user-friendly. That or he's immune to heat and thus doesn't know how to make things heat-friendly.

[serpentmessmer]

god god god god i'm so normal about my dnd character kre'gahn god i'm gonna start eating sheetrock GOD!!!!!!!!!!!

[hopkei]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOTA! ⋆ 99.08.18

[harmonizewithechoes]

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[ladyseidr]

and what if i finally decided on a fc for anna / mrs. em.ily. what then. ( do you love her )

[megwuru]

writers love trauma dumping onto their fics

[somerandomjewelleryonthefloor]

Should I make my (just kid shit ★) fanfic a CalMichSol/Twilight Trio slowburn?

Honestly. I haven't done much with them. And we need more Polyamory after ID happened

[pitl0ver]

HEY!

look at my kitten

Baby Honeybee!!!

[just-bendy]

//howdys! already sent an ask to here before (unless tumblr ate the ask in which oops) but i have a lowkey suggestion for a name that you can call your AU with, i've noticed the word Flawed in the character informations and in the au's lore so perhaps the AU itself could be called "The flawed Au" or just "Flawed AU" in short since the main trio here seemed to be more or less different clones in a sense to the other cartoons, just a small suggestion, but anyways happy early christmas

(( :O !!

thank u! i've been wanting to get a name for this au for so long but i couldnt think of anything! i think "flawed clones au" sounds good! thank you for coming up with the name, this au really needed it 😂

bendy, alice, and barry are all flawed in some way, boris although given the Frankenstein treatment was a perfect clone. but all 65 bendy clones, most of the alice clones, and a handful of the boris clones were all flawed or imperfect so its a good name for the au! hope you don't mind me using the name 🥺️ ))

(( and yes i got your other ask! i will be posting it next ))

[bluuxriising]

Bluu is associated with octopus. Her trident has an octopus head decoration on the handle. Her hair is decorated with jewelry in the shape of curling tentacles, and in the heat of battle, she can transform the lower half of her body into a mass of writhing tentacles.