#response for batty

[nabbit-unmasked]

Hello there! Apologies for asking but is there any asks from me in your inbox? I cannot quite remember if I sent anything recently or if Tumblr has been eating my asks.

Secondly, I come to you with a question. How do you avoid/disengage in discourse within the alterhuman community? I am asking because, as of recently, the amount of discourse has gotten to me and I want to be able to take a step back from everything before I have to leave like I did with other communities I am in. Apologies if this isn't something you can answer, but I thought it would be worth the shot.

- @batty-babbles

Hi batty! I do have something, here it is:

I took a little break from answering asks because I needed to recover my mental health before giving any detailed responses. Instead of making a whole new post, I'll just answer it here and say thank you for the kind words ^^ I'm gonna go ahead and delete the ask since I pretty much addressed it here.

As for your second question, I've definently been there before. Discourse sucks, and the are three ways I've been able to deal with it:

• Laugh to yourself about recurrent gatekeepers or bullies.

- If there's one person that keeps getting on your nerves, you could try to laugh when you read their posts. What kind of a clown would have a take like that?

• Take a break or step away.

-If the discourse is happening on a specific platform, try exploring the community on another platform. I stepped away from Reddit after discourse and debating and gatekeeping because popular, and I cane to tumblr where I'm having a good time.

-Also, from what I've noticed, Tumblrs algorithm will show you content related to whatever you've previously searched or interacted with, or it will even reccomend new blogs from other blogs you already follow. If you want to stop seeing so much discourse on your Tumblr feed, search up other things your interested in or interact a lot with the blogs you can trust.

• Know that you're mindset is all that matters.

I'm not sure if its personally affecting your identity or not, but I think this is helpful advice anyways.

You know yourself best, more than anyone else does. Only you know what's going on inside your head. Therefore, only you can know what you identify as, and only you can define alterhumanity for yourself. If you don't fit the mainstream-gatekeeping-antifake definition of whatever you are, no one will know, nor will they care. They can't see inside your mind, remember? We all identify ourselves, and no one can tell us what we are or aren't. That makes us all valid on the basis of alterhuman identities. It doesn't matter if you aren't mainstream---thats the whole point of alterhuman, unique experiences that aren't like any other.

Even if you aren't feeling this way about yourself, it applies to everyone. If you see someone you disagree with and they're spreading discourse, keep this in mind for whoever they're targeting.

I hope this was helpful :) let me know if you need anything else ^^

[crybabybat]

I love autistic people who instead of laughing at a joke, will look at you with awe or glee and go “that was really funny!”. Most charming thing ever. Never change

[beingmissbatty]

What Next?

So... Obviously, I still have two chapters left, each, for EiSR and 2CHH... but the writers block has actually been slowly killing me, so I need some more incentive, and for that - a decision must be made.

This - of course - doesn't include CF/CTTD and it's post canon or TTRO pieces, since those are going to be more... as the ideas come (...there's 2 TTRO chapters already in progress plus the first chapter of post canon) versus pre-planning for the most part

So... who knows what kind of reach this will get, or if there will be any at all - but pick what new series/story comes next.

Multi-Chapter #1: Canon Divergent; Rockstar Eddie/Normal Steve - FWB -> Long Distance -> Idiots Pining Instead of Communicating.

Multi-Chapter #2: AU; Outlaw Eddie/Himbo Artist Steve - Set in 1886; 5+1 Style (5 Times Eddie Rescues Steve from himself, and the 1st time Steve returns the favor)

Multi-Chapter #3: Modern Day AU: Sequel To "Less of You (Means More of Me)" Platonic Stobin Fic - EMT Steve/Tattoo Artist Eddie

One Shot #1: AU - No Upside Down/Alt First Meeting; PWP-ish Lawyer Steve/Barista Eddie; Robin convinces Steve to try out a BDSM/Fetish Club to 'get back to himself' after his divorce; post approval, enters during a masked 'Free Use' Event.

One Shot #2: Modern Day AU; Single Dad & Personal Trainer Steve/Dance Instructor Eddie; Steve moves back to Hawkins with his son and, to make his son happy (and piss off his parents and their gender role nonsense), signs him up for ballet lessons. Child Antics Ensue.

One Shot #3: AU - No Upside Down/Alt First Meeting: Flower Shop Owner Steve / Lounge Singer Eddie - 1920s/Prohibition Era (But No Homophobia/Racism Because I Said So). Steve is hired to do arrangements for a wedding and is invited to stay for the ceremony; love at first sight.

One Shot #4: Canon Divergent; DemoWere Steve/DemoWere Eddie. 'Something' saves Eddie from the bats and disappears before he can figure out what; but Vecna is not truly dead - Steve's secret is revealed when Eddie begins to show the same symptoms he did before the final battle can take place.

Unknown Length: AU - Medieval (With Surprises); Prince Steve/Knight Eddie. Steve is sent to a new kingdom to marry the woman he's been arranged to since she was born but has never met and will not see until after the 'i do' ; only to meet and fall in love with her overprotective knight.

Unknown Length: AU - No Upside Down/Alt First Meeting. Omegaverse* - Alpha Steve/Omega Eddie; Steve isn't finding a mate quick enough for his 'very supportive of his sexuality' Father's taste and confides in his struggles finding the true love he craves - his father brings home a surprise for his birthday. (TW/Content Warning: Human Trafficking)

*I literally said I'd never write omegaverse; those who know me, know I avoided it for a long time (just wasn't my cup of tea), but my brain betrayed me ONCE and this idea came to me and won't leave so it's on the list.

Also we all know a One Shot very rarely stays a One Shot for me, but that's the plan for those at the moment at least.

Let me know your thoughts while I fight the demon that is writers block.

xoxoxo, ~Batty

[mcbitchtits]

in the grand tumblr tradition of "memes you saw in your dreams", may i proudly present

[vanillabat99]

I finally caved and got the TikTok app since their desktop version is super busted. The only reason I have a TikTok account is because my Beautiful Wife sends me lots and lots and lots every day. My monthly desktop logins have run into many, many, many issues, due to how poorly their desktop site is maintained.

I do not like the app, it is very overwhelming and confusing to navigate. Everything moves so fast and I have a hard time processing what's happening. I much prefer staying under the rock that is my blog, where everything is exactly how I like it.

[flaming-toads]

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[absolutelybatty]

There's an urge to treat Todd as the one of the group who's parenting/keeping the rest on a leash, but i feel like they're all taking turns stopping each other from being morons.

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

[Image ID 1: A quote from Richmond Lattimore’s translation of “The Oresteia: Agamemnon”. It says:

“Chorus: Woman, be sure your heart is brave; you can take much.

Cassandra: None but the unhappy people ever hear such praise”.

Image ID 2: The same quote from the same play, this time translated by Anne Carson. It says:

“Chorus: Brave girl.

Kassandra: People never say that to a lucky person, do they?”.

End ID.]

Aeschylus’ The Oresteia: Agamemnon (tr. Richmond Lattimore)

[b0yskylark]

I had to take the time to calm down and just chill for a second. To that person who commented on my posts saying "brilliant", you're a kid and probably meant no harm so I'm not even mad at you. But let me clarify, saying a blanket compliment without reading the post was very unusual, rude even. My situation is not a good thing, I shouldn't have to get on the Internet and beg people to share my posts just so I can have enough to pay my bills. So no it's not "brilliant", and saying so shows a distinct lack of empathy that I see with people in the 12-17 age group.

[nabbit-unmasked]

I am so sorry if this is an intrusive question but I happened to see one of the tags, are you a bat regressor? I hope that didn't sound mean to ask, I am just surprised as I am a pet regressor as well, I also happen to regress to a bat but it isn't something I talk about much. I find it intriguing since I am also a bat therian, that I happen to regress to a bat. I suppose it's because I find such great comfort in being a bat ^^

- @batty-babbles

o my gosh yes!! I thought I was the only one :0

I thought I was a bat therian at first, and then thought I had a bat headmate instead, and then thought I was a bat petregressor.

Turns out, all three of those are somewhat true! Although, I feel better using the term "bat alterhuman" rather than "bat therian" just out of personal preference :3

My bat space is mixed with it's own unique littlespace, so it's always a huge mood booster to regress :)

[crybabybat]

I actually fucking hate the way several of you talk about art and artists lol

[thesapphichellhole]

Evan: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Barty: Wow. They sound stupid.

Evan: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

Barty: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Evan: I guess you’re right. Hey Batty, I love you.

Barty: See! Just say that!

Evan: Holy fucking shit.

Barty: If that flies over their head then, sorry Evan, but they're too dumb for you.

Evan: Bat.

[steddieas-shegoes]

to everyone’s shock, Eddie Munson is incredibly organized when it comes to taking trips. he has an itinerary and a packing list, and he’s got his budget figured out weeks in advance. even the smallest road trip for the weekend is planned in great detail so there’s no surprises.

even more shocking is that Steve Harrington is the exact opposite. he closes his eyes and points to a place on a map one day and buys a plane ticket the next. he packs the night before and almost always forgets something because he didn’t make a list and didn’t research the weather patterns for the area.

they drive each other absolutely batty the first few times they travel together.

but then Steve is pointing at a small island near scotland and Eddie is calling airlines and one of only two bed and breakfasts on the island. Steve is setting aside their money for the trip while Eddie packs after calling Jeff’s mom, who vacationed in scotland when all her kids grew up and left the nest.

it all comes together somehow, the two of them making the perfect combination of chaos and control.

when they arrive in scotland, ready to take the ferry to the island, Steve reaches in his backpack for his map of the island and freezes. it’s not there. it’s not in Eddie’s bag either.

it’s one of their most prized possessions for this trip and he lost it.

Eddie comes back from talking to the ferry operator holding a piece of paper and smiling despite the heavy mist descending on them.

it’s the map.

Steve hides his sigh of relief, smiling back.

“you dropped this,” Eddie says casually.

“oh, did I?”

Eddie’s only response is shoving it in his own bag.

yeah, it’s probably best he hold onto that.

it’s not the only time during that trip that Steve messes up one of their plans on accident.

he buys breakfast one morning instead of eating the free one at their bed and breakfast.

“it’s in the name, Steve!”

“I wanted a croissant, Eddie!”

he forgets their rain jackets when they go on a walking tour of the coast and it inevitably rains.

“wet denim isn’t ideal for walking tours, Stevie.”

“I’m well aware, Eds.”

but no matter what, Eddie always gives him that smile. the one that lets him know it’s okay that he’s a little chaotic with this stuff. it’s okay that he’s a little forgetful and more focused on the fun than the making sure everything’s right.

because love is about balance and in every area, that’s exactly what they do.

[atiyasnake]

I am so happy you enjoyed it @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 but please here have the actual finished cleaned-up version XD (since Tumblr is weird about editing/updating something that's been reblogged)@piedpiperart @britcision @alumbianchronicler@ailithnight

Danny had grown so used to a family that was loud. To his father breaking walls and furniture as he rushed to reach his wife and pull her into a hug. To his mother whose sentences were filled with 'sweethearts' and 'honey'. To his sister who dragged him to her room so they could talk and she would nudge him out with an affectionate "little brother" comment.

The Fentons had been loud and as obvious as their house with their Fentonworks sign.

The Waynes not so much.

They were quieter and not so obvious. Sort of like their house that Danny bet had secret passageways hidden in the shadows.

He still loved them though.

It had taken a while to even admit it to himself. But soon enough, he woke up and greeted Alfred, who just served him breakfast, and Danny couldn’t help that an " I love you," slipped out with his thank you for the food.

It wasn't a mistake or something that made Danny pause, though. Danny had grown up with "I love you"s and loud signs of affection in his home. He had grown up giving out the same in his own ways. He had been a boy filled with love since he was little, and it was easy to find that his heart found that they loved the Waynes too.

They had opened their home and showed that they cared. They helped where they could. Danny knew his family would have loved them in their loud, obvious ways.

So Danny continued to let them know.

He slipped in "love you"s. He hugged Dick and said he missed him when he returned from his out-of-town trip. He rushed over to the library when Jason went to ask for another book recommendation. He let his aura reach out to Duke when Duke was in the room (but made sure to dim the brightness so it didn't hurt his eyes). He made sure to bring things like he did to Tucker to Barbara so that she'd be okay with what looked like her research and coding. Danny asked Tim how his day at work was and told him he was proud of what he managed to do (it was always impressive what Tim figured out to do even when there was a problem). He complimented the art Damian created. He made sure to see Steph any time she stopped by with a wide smile and hug. He joined Cass as she stood in the shadows and bumped his shoulder with hers.

He did all of that and every time he left or one of them had to go, he'd make sure he told them he loved them. Cause he did and Danny knew that there was always a chance where he wouldn't see them again. There was always a chance and it wasn't one he wanted to take.

So even with Bruce, his stature being so similar to Dad's but yet so quiet, Danny made sure to give him a hug and 'I love you' before he went out of the house.

Danny wasn't going to take a chance.

But sometimes he wondered if the Waynes felt the same way. Sometimes he questioned the reactions he got whenever he said "I love you".

The shocked looks, the chokes and coughs, and the few times when somehow people ended up with bruises from the odd series of events that followed. The way Bruce froze up every time he said it.

Danny wondered that while the Waynes did care, maybe they didn't love him. Maybe to them, he was just someone adopted out of wanting to help but nothing more. Maybe Danny was 'too much', or it was off-putting that he would love them so quickly, especially after the deaths in his family. Maybe they thought he hadn't really loved his family if he was already saying it to theirs.

The thought of it hurt.

Danny didn't stop though because he couldn't take that chance. But late at night, he'd wonder about the reactions he got that day. He'd wonder if they talked about how off-putting he was once he left the room. Danny wondered if those who visited the manor like Stephanie or Jason hoped he wouldn't be there when they stopped by. If they tried to avoid him.

Was he too much? Was it too much? Was he wrong to love them? Would Mom, Dad, and Jazz be hurt that he loved the Waynes and thought of them as family, too?

It hurt to think about it, and Danny would sneak up to the roof and lay there, staring at the sky, hoping the ache in his chest would go away. It was only after he snuck up on the roof in a less ghostly way that someone else showed up.

Specifically a younger and angry-looking Damian.

Danny simply raised a hand in greeting and patted the roof next to him. Damian scowled before carefully walking over, stood over him, and looked down at his face.

"Fenton," Damian said in his usually formal tone, "what idiotic reason had led you to do something so foolish as coming up here? I wouldn't be surprised if you fell off with your lackluster skills."

Danny looked up at Damian, a boy who liked to threaten to stab and other forms of bodily harm to his siblings. A boy who was blunt and straightforward from what Danny had seen so far living at the manor. One who would probably give him the answer even if it hurt.

"Is it wrong that I love you?"

Damian’s surprised expression almost made Danny want to laugh, so he did. A light chuckle that returned the everpresent scowl on Damian’s face.

"Why would you ask such a ridiculous question?" Damian asked. "Have you not been giving out your affections every time you leave the room?"

Danny knew that Damian wasn't wrong but he still wanted an answer. "Yeah," he said, "but that's because I don't wanna take a chance that I won't be able to say it later. . . Do you know how easy it is for someone to die?"

Damian looked. . . Danny wasn't sure what to name the expression on Damian’s face at his question. But Damian stared at him before, surprisingly sitting down beside where he lay on the roof. He didn't say anything or even look at Danny, instead looking out at the Manor grounds. "Yes."

It was a small answer, but it was enough, and Danny knew the Waynes had a sad history with deaths and family.

"My family wasn't really like this one," Danny began. "I think you would have had an aneurysm from the chaos of my parents. And if you think my 'affection' is a lot, then my Mom and Dad's was on a whole other level."

"I find that hard to believe."

"Damian, my Dad broke through a wall because he heard my Mom's voice. And one time, my Mom judo flipped my Dad before realizing it was him, and she called him her, and I quote, 'fudge sweet lovely jacky-poo', and my Dad was bigger than Bruce."

Damians' expression of disgust was priceless.

"Yeah, so those were my parents, but now . . . Now I won't hear them say their sweet over-the-top pet names or have to patch a hole in the wall my Dad made or how my sister wanted to have bonding time and her calling me Little Brother anymore. One moment, they were just out there living, the next, they're gone. So I just can't take that chance."

". . . You truly love us?" Damian asked.

Danny couldn't help the way his throat formed that lump in his throat when he replied or how his eyes watered the longer he spoke. "I do. I know that you might think it's weird or even wrong, but I do. I love the Waynes. I love my family and I love this one too. But I need to know if it's too much for everyone. If they think somethings wrong with me or just want me to sto-"

"Daniel."

Damian, throughout all this time since Danny had been adopted, had called him Fenton. He called the others by their last names, too. The only exemption was Dick, but Damian called him Richard. Apparently, it was a very high honor to be on a first-name basis with Damian.

"You are not wrong in giving your affections to this family," Damian said. He looked as serious as ever, not even disgusted by Danny's crying. "And I am not disgusted."

Danny stared at Damian. 

“However, if you ever call me something like your Mother did your Father, I will stab you.”

At that, Danny couldn’t help but laugh and he laughed loudly. There was so much relief with Damian’s answer and not even the threat of a stabbing could bring him down. Although, it didn’t stop the tears because he had been so worried. Worried that he was doing something that would have dismissed his parents and sister just because he loved this new family. But he hadn’t. It was okay.

 It wasn’t wrong to love them.

Danny gets adopted by Bruce Wayne au but consider: Danny was brought up in a loving-if absolutely insane- household where pda and mushy gushy stuff wasn't only said, but expected.

The bats almost never voice thier love for one another, instead showing it in a variety of different ways.

What I'm saying is that Danny keeps nearly killing them by saying "I love you." I'm not even joking. Danny has nearly offed the bats more times in his week staying in wayne manor than any Gotham villian would dare try

[charlotteking27]

Can I request any headcanon or Oneshot of Batmom calling the Batfamily by their names? Batmom always calls them nicknames (sweetie, babybird or somenthing), so the Battys think she's upset.

Sorry if it's written wrong or it is not understood!! My main language is not English 😓😓

sure I would love to.

NICKNAMES

Early in the morning, Batmom lies there in her bed staring at the wall. At 6 in the morning, no one was awake except for the infamous Batman sitting next to her.

"Honey, what's wrong why are you up?" To Bruce, it was very unusual to see her up early for she had a habit of sleeping till 10 in the morning.

"Nothing Bruce", and Batmom stood up from her bed and left for the bathroom.

"SHIT, SHIT! what did I do?"

that's all he could think because she NEVER called him Bruce unless she was upset at him. He thinks of all the things he had done the latest skipping a gala and lying to her about an emergency when he was really hanging out with Superman and Wonderwomen.

Batmom came out of the bathroom and left towards the kitchen. There Tim sat at the table with a huge cup of coffee in his hand. He expected a hi or hello but nothing just an awkward silence.

"Hey Mom", but she grunted and said, "hi Tim."

OH MY GOSH, Tim was in complete panic, forgetting about his coffee. She always calls me Timmy, Fuck what did he do?

Finally, Dick comes and sees Tim in complete panic. "What's wrong with you?"

All Tim does is point. To Dick's shock, he points at his mother. Dick thought nothing of it and greeted his mom and gave her a hug like every morning. But to his surprise, His mom didn't greet him back nor return the hug.

"Mama, are you okay? I am fine Dick"

What where's my nickname. Dick looks at Tim and Tim just looks completely horrified. He sees his mom leave and goes back upstairs.

"Alright, Tim fess up what did you do?" said dick. "Me this could have been easily you, Maybe Mom found out about you breaking her very expensive vase," Tim said defending himself. "Well, it's not like you are innocent, Mom probably found out that you're the one who's been finishing all her expensive French coffee," Dick said as a comeback.

"Alright Dickhead, why is mom so angry?" Jason comes walking behind him, "I have no clue she's been acting strange all morning AND SHE DIDN'T CALL ME BY MY NICKNAME," Dick says wiping his tears.

jason says, "Huh same, she usually calls me Baby Bird but she just stood there staring at me". "Maybe, Jason, she found out how you snook out to patrol even though you are grounded," Tim says. Jason says in response, probably... "WAIT how did you know about that Tim. I Know everything... you have cameras around the house don't you Tim," Dick said. "Maybe, Idk", Tim said with an evil grin.

"Okay, guys come on let's go upstairs and apologize to whatever we did," Dick said. "Fine Dickh"-, Jason said but was interrupted... AHHHHHHHHH

"what the hell! I think my eardrum exploded," said Tim

"come on guys, someone could be in trouble," Dick said. "Okay, dickhead calm down," Jason says.

"Damian what's wrong, Ummi said Damian instead of Dami. What did you idiots do this time?"

"Hold on demon spawn we didn't do anything let's ask Dad," Tim suggested.

"Dad, what's happening with mom?" Dick says

"I don't know Dick your mother has been acting weird since this morning and she even woke up early like 6 in the morning early." [GASP], Bruce answers.

"Damn, what the hell did we do?" Damian says.

"shut up demon spawn, I am trying to think," Jason continues.

"Hi, kids... MOM/UMMI!!," Batmom says out of nowhere.

"Kids, I am very disappointed in you," Batmom continues

"But mom we don't even know what we did wrong," dick said, and collectively everyone said yeah.

"Sweethearts, why is there a FUCKING COW on my lawn," Batmom yelled out.

"OHHHHHHHH, yeah Mom we all decided to get a cow," Dick answered truthfully. "Shhhhh dickhead don't get me involved," Jason says slapping Dick behind his head

"Well, I am so glad you told me what happened, so here you go," Batmom says while handing everyone a paper.

"What's this Honey?" Bruce said while taking the paper in his hand

"well, that's the list of chores and you all are grounded for a month!!!" Batmom said yelling.

"WAIT, DOES THAT MEAN I AM GROUNDED FOR TWO MONTHS STRAIGHT", Jason shouted in fear.

"No, Babybird, you all are grounded for two more months since you all exposed yourself when trying to figure out why I was upset with you guys", Batmom said with her hands on her hips.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!," Jason shouted.

[mediumgayitalian]

#8 Will Solace

(8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?)

now i will be honest i have never actually met a will hater in the wild and thank the good lord for that. HOWEVER. most of my friends have, and I am aware of some mischaracterizations that drive me batty. however take this with a grain of salt.

any kind of incapable will. man shut the fuck up.

straight will. huh.

an version of unempathetic will. this gets me BAD -- will is awkward and sometimes misreads the room, but he is NEVER ever cruel and that depiction of him drives me insane. he cares so so much about what other people -- especially nico -- feel. (that is part of the reason, i think, he was a little dismissive of nico's genuine observation that others disliked him in BoO: will himself was so fond of nico and tried so hard to befriend him that he just assumed everyone else was doing the same thing, and nico was pushing them all away. ignorance, not apathy).

cinnamon roll too pure for this world will. hes uh. he watched his brother's brains get bashed in, yall. he triages on a regular basis. he may be optimistic and kind, but he has been through it far and wide and is a natural leader. he is not cowed at hard experiences, he is not clumsy in crisis, he is not a crybaby.

i dont love it when people don't get the nuance of will's birth order -- by that i mean he is both the youngest and the oldest by circumstance and that Has impact on his character u know. like yeah hes responsible he has to be but he is not a stick in the mud he is a Criminal. why do u think his best friends are a thief and a witch?? please?? they are on watchlists??

i dont actually have that many to list LOL and its less cus i dont have pet peeves but more cus like. his character is so so specific in my brain that any deviation from it has me like PAUSE i cant even put it into words