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Also can i get a link to the @rizzanon discord server pls 🙏

Everyone else is welcome to join! This server is for batfam and dc in general as well so if you want to talk about other stuff than Undoing Fate, please join!

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Girl what happened to @rizzanon 😭

Honestly I'm not sure as well 😭

They haven't replied to anything so I hope they're doing alright, they might've had another event pop up again that made them take another hiatus

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ASHSHSHSHAJ

omg it's been awhile ever since I opened my Tumblr app and the first thing I checked on is your account 🥹 if you don't remember me, I was your first ask about the adrien art. btw, really love the time and efforts you spent on your fics and especially to your account. I'll be here supporting you 🙌

Welcome back anon!!

I'm honoured to be the first person you checked in on <3

Tysm!! Lowkey this has given me the motivation I needed to write again, I love your messages 🫶

Hopefully the next few chapters live up to your expectation 🙏

Have a great day anon <3

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I swear there's a curse placed on every author in the neglected!reader fandom where we'll eventually end up losing motivation before chapter 10 or just a bit after 😭

I’ve been reading « batfam x neglected! reader » for days straight. I don’t know a time where i wasn’t crying. But what’s with the authors going on a hiatus or smthn else happening. Like the default amount of chapters they make is like 3-6, i’ve only seen like one with 12 chapter! Even the ones made in 2023 are yet to be finished😭😭

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Stains.

Batfam x Batsib!Reader You're a wound that leaves behind nought but a stain. Warnings: Death (Reader), mentions of gun-shot wounds and torture (not reader tho), heavy angst w/ some comfort at the end

No Steph, Babs or Duke again. Apologies to anyone who likes them, I'm still getting used to their characters m.list

Blood leaves stains that get harder to remove as time moves on. Even when the wound itself is healed, the stain remains. Perhaps you were like this wound. Gone, yet the marks you leave behind persist.

Everywhere they looked, everywhere they went, a piece of you was there, proof you had existed. Memories of blithe moments, the lingering of your scent, and most importantly, the people you had shaped.

You had been completing missions consecutively for the days leading up, with one last big mission left to do. You had brought Tim with you on the mission, bribing him along with the thought of more possible clues for other related cases. The two of you had been forced to split up half-way through, with you acting as the distraction while Tim gathered important intel.

What neither of you expected was to be ambushed, for the trail to be an artificial one made to steer you two towards a trap. Tim had been fighting off his own rogues when he had heard your distress signal. He wrapped up the fight as fast as he could. Yet still, when he had arrived at your location, he was greeted with the sight of your barely-breathing body surrounded by rouges, some dead and others barely clinging onto life.

Tim knew the others were talking into the comms, asking about your status, but he couldn’t hear them over the ringing in his ears. He ran over to you, picking you up as gently as he could, whispering incoherent words—to comfort you or himself, that he didn’t know. All he knew was he needed to run. Run. Run.

And although he was trained for this, although he had ran while carrying other people multiple times before, it felt like he had never done it before. Like he was too weak, too slow. Through the wind, through his quickened breathing, Tim heard your voice, small, almost inaudible. He looked down, your head shaking. He felt his heart drop to his stomach. He knew what that meant, he knew you knew it was too late.

He slowed his footsteps, coming to a halt on a rooftop. He gently placed you on the floor. He could see your breath staggering and slowing. Still, you managed to look at him, a smile on your face.

“Tell ‘em…. I love them… ‘lright?”

“No no. You can tell them yourself, please, don’t leave us.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

“Love you… Timmy…” Your words faded off and so did your breathing. Tim wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up from your position, his heart breaking even more as he felt your limp limbs give no fight. He didn’t shout, didn’t even speak. All he did was cry onto your shoulder, his body feeling empty without your comforting touch.

The comms were silent as everyone slowly swallowed the hard pill that was your death.

When Tim had arrived at the cave, everyone had been there to greet both of you, a solemn quiet shared between all of them as they stared at your exanimate body in his hands.

Bruce, ever-so resolute, had quickly checked up on Tim before picking you up form his hands. Alfred led him to a seat nearby, whispering words of comfort to him. Dick had come to him as well, to provide reassurance that Tim had done no wrong, that it wasn’t anyone’s but the rogues’ fault. They both knew though that they didn’t truly believe it, that both of them found some way to blame themselves.

Your funeral was a silent affair, so much to say but too little words to explain. Your death was mourned by many, the impact you made had been great. Even the air of the city felt heavy in the days after your death, as if Lady Gotham herself was mourning for the loss of one of her knights.

Perhaps they could’ve revived you with the Lazarus pit, but is that what they really wanted? Is that what you would want? No, and they all knew that. Although physically, you would be there, mentally, you wouldn’t be you, and so they were left to deal with the gaping hole you left. Another person to mourn in their already extensive list.

The recording of your death had been brutal, and not at all fast and painless. You had been running from a group of rogues when you had reached a dead end. This wouldn’t have been a problem had it not been for another group of rogues arriving. Again, no problem, it had only thrown you off balance for a bit before you regained your composure. The final twist was that a multitude of those rogues had injected themselves with Bane’s venom. Too many rogues to fight alone and many of them with enhanced abilities mixed together had led to your end.

Jason was barely holding it together as he sat through the recording, instead he muttered threats to the lives of the rogues. Once it had finished, he had disappeared immediately. Everyone knew where he was going, what he was about to do, but they made no move to stop him. Damian followed him soon after.

Something in Bruce’s mind told him to stop both of them, but the grief was too much. Instead he turned a blind eye, facing the rest still left. He could see their teary eyes.

He opened his arms wide and they walked up to him, wrapping their arms around his frame. He wasn’t a man of many words, instead letting his actions speak for him instead. He could hear their sobs, their silent wishes that you were still here, and despite this he remained strong. He couldn’t show weakness in front of his children, not when they needed him the most.

Though, perhaps, if someone were to pass through the halls in the silence of the night, they’d be able to hear the soft sobs in your room. If they were to stay, they’d hear the cries quiet down even more, before it is dead silent. Whether the mourning finally healed, or another mask is put on, only the person crying knew.

Dick hadn't felt the same since you left—no, died. He still couldn’t really believe it. Yet, he still smiled, still said his jokes the same ones you would laugh at. The show that was his vigilante life never ended, and it would not for quite a while. Not when you had barely been avenged.

To those who didn’t know him, they could easily be fooled by his carefree attitude, like nothing had ever happened. To those who he were close with though, they knew. They could see through his tight smile that could never quite reach his ears, through his empty laugh as he laughed at his own jokes. But truly, what could they say? That it would be fine? It just felt so wrong to say. That they would be fine without you, after so many years of being family.

Even so, it was true. He would learn to laugh again, a genuine one. He would be there for his other siblings, making up what you missed with the others.

There were rumours that floated through the streets of Gotham, specifically Crime Alley. Red Hood had been especially violent as of late. In fact, a group of rogues had been found dying, gagged and tied up to a wall painfully tight, in his area a few days ago. They say this particular group had been shot several times, yet many members contained only one lethal wound, as if someone had wanted them to suffer before they died.

One could only imagine the horrible crime they had committed. But your family didn’t have to. Jason didn’t have to. He felt the sting of their actions, the stain it left behind, and now he has to deal with it. So he did. He got rid of the cause, the one that caused such a wound to take place so it would never happen again.

Cass mourned. Her voice once again quiet, as if you had taken it with you when you died. You were the one who taught her how to speak, the path between her and the rest of the family, but now you were gone. It’s not like she couldn’t speak, but it just felt so wrong. You heard her first words to your family, why did she have to hear your last ones? It wasn’t fair.

She halts her dancing. Before, it felt like you would always be there to hold her up when she stumbled. But now, when she stumbles from grief, you aren’t there to catch her.

Time continues, and never does she stumble again. Not when her form is perfect, not when everyone she loves is safe behind the curtain.

Tim was going insane. He was the last. The last person to see you alive, the last person to hear your voice. The weight felt heavy on his shoulders, but he didn’t blame you. No, never. Not when he was the one that came too late.

The others would say it wasn’t his fault, but he just couldn’t believe them. He should have been faster, should have known it was a trap, should have never let you act as a distraction. So many should haves but he could change nothing. You wouldn’t be coming back, and it was his fault.

He wouldn’t let this happen again. He would better himself, make himself stronger, faster, smarter. He’ll learn to plan one step ahead, to read the future.

Damian doesn’t know how to feel. He never thought this would happen, he never prepared for this to happen to someone close to him. He knew death was inevitable, he’d witnessed it several times already. But they were weak, never were they strong like his family, like you. You weren’t supposed to die, especially not on a mission.

You had promised him just a few days ago to go out on an outing together. How could the world do this you two? How dare they separate the older sibling from their younger brother. He cried and cried, just to realise that maybe this family isn’t as invincible as he thought. That they too could fall just like you did.

He couldn’t have that. If they weren’t strong enough, then he’ll be the support. He’ll be there to nurse them back to health, do to them what he couldn’t do to you. Save them.

A family in mourning grows stronger, closer. A new-found purpose for each person. Though the stain you leave behind is bright, in time it fades. Although it may never truly disappear, they hope it never does. It serves as a reminder of you, a wound that leaves nothing but a stain. But they heal from it, they improve their skills, never to let anything like what happened to you happen to anyone else.

Guess who's back 🫣

I chose the absolute worst time to go back into writing lmao, I have an assignment due in like 28 hours, and 3 more in the coming week

But fr tho, I'm sorry for the disappearance. I would make a promise that it won't happen again but it most likely will since life is currently hitting me hard rn

Anyways asks and requests are open as always, feel free to send me a message about anything there, I love hearing from you guys

Have a great day/night everyone <3

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DC

Series

Disparities Between Our Souls

Prologue | 『Someone I Have Loved, But Never Known』

Ch 1 | 『For We're All That We Need』

Ch 2 | 『Wanna see you, wanna see you but I gotta resist』

Ch 3 | 『The Dark Sea Gets Deeper As You Approach』

Ch 4 | 『Everything Begins From There』

Ch 5 | TBD

Oneshots

『Sometimes Things Aren't As Plain As They Seem』

『Thank You, Until We Meet Again』

『In Celebration of Your Birthday』

『Stains.』

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Currently thinking of rewriting Disparities Between Our Souls, so I just wanna see your guys' opinions

Should I rewrite? And if so should I write chapter 5 before I do?

While I wait for this poll to finish, I'll be writing a small oneshot so hopefully I'll get that one out soon

Have a great day everybody <3

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You good .. been a month of silence 🤐

Hi!! Feeling a bit sick rn, but everything's mostly been fine!

I was in the middle of writing the next chapter when all my motivation disappeared and I got hyperfixated on different stuff, more specifically minecraft and to be hero x 😭

It's lowkey just been rotting in my folders for a while, but hopefully after I catch up on school work I can continue writing

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Sorry for the disappearance guys, all my assignments started last week so I've been bombarded with those and studying for exams in a few weeks as well 😭

(Un)fortunately, I got some days off school due to a cyclone that's supposed to go through my area. It's only a category 2 right now, but since the houses in the area I live in aren't built for cyclones, we're preparing just in case

I'll be trying to use this free time to do the next chapter of DBOS, maybe the chapter after that as well, however there's no guarantee that they will be finished in the next few days since I have been losing motivation

I've also been wanting to rewrite it a bit but I think I'll try to finish the story first and then see if I want to rewrite it still

Have a great day/night everyone and stay safe <3

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GUYS PLS MY FRIEND DREW JASON FOR ME ON MY BIRTHDAY, PLS HE'S SO CUTE 🥹

They're on Insta and go by nara.dazo, please check them out!! (Especially if you like twisted wonderland, they really love it lmao)

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In Celebration of Your Birthday

Batfam x Reader (Platonic)

It's my birthday (releasing this as soon as it hits 12am hopefully) so I wanted to write a little drabble Disclaimer(s): Unfortunately there's no Steph, Babs or Duke and they're all probably OOC

Today felt like chaos incarnate, countless things had already happened, yet it was only midday.

You hadn’t woken up on your own, no. Damian was there, waking you up from your peaceful slumber at the ungodliest hour of the night and demanded you to get ready already. You had slowly done your morning routine, still fatigued by sleep, but Damian had rushed you, saying it was dire that you needed to be fast.

When you had finished, he dragged you down to the batcave, excited about whatever he has planned. He shoved your vigilante costume to you and started getting dressed into his Robin uniform.

“Dami? What the hell is going in?” You dressed in your costume, alarms raising in your head.

“We’re going on patrol.” He had finished getting into his costume swiftly, now standing with crossed arms waiting for you to finish.

“It’s not even my turn?” You questioned.

“Just follow me.... Please?” You sighed, he knew you could never deny it when he asked like that

“Alright, lead the way then.”

The patrol was less of a patrol and more of a game of tag with the rooftops of Gotham as your playground.

When the first rays of light first showed, he had quickly led you to the highest point of Gotham: the top of Wayne Tower. When you had finally caught up to him, he was sitting, patting on a place next to him for you to sit in, and so you did. The rooftop was the perfect place to watch the sunrise. The sky had been painted with various shades of orange, like it had been dipped in gold.

He had leaned his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arm around yours and you held you arms around them.

“I’m grateful to have you as my sibling [Name].”

Damian had whispered to you, and you felt your heart swell. You pulled him in closer, ruffling his hair.

“I love you too, you cuties. What’s with the clinginess today though?” You asked, confused as to why he was suddenly acting more clingy than usual. In response, he only looked at you weirdly, as if in disbelief, then stayed quiet. You left it at that.

The two of you had stayed there for a few minutes, until the sun was fully up, and you could see some people already starting their day. Then, you two had went back to the manor, and he left, saying his goodbyes and off to do his own thing.

As soon as you had went up from the Batcave, Cassandra was there, ready to greet you. She had been in her ballet clothes, and pulled you into one of the many rooms of the manor, saying that you two should perform a duet, her dancing and you playing the violin.

And so you did. However, you were so focused on her dancing that you messed up several notes, but she didn’t mind and kept dancing with grace. The duet had lasted several minutes, yet you were so captivated by your little sister’s dancing that it had felt like it was only a few seconds. You were so proud of how far your little sister had come with her ballet dancing.

She had left not long after, but not before saying “I’m glad I’m your sibling, [Name].”

Dick was next with this weird behaviour from your family. He had come up to you while you were resting in your room. He had been sent on a mission, but wanted to see and talk to you before starting it. It was quick, definitely not as long as the other two, but no less impactful to you.

With so much stuff happening around you, you had honestly forgotten it was your birthday. It was no wonder why everyone was suddenly acting weirdly.

You loved them all dearly, but with so many interactions happening so early in the morning, you were already drained. You had been walking around the manor when you spotted Tim laying on the floor of the living room, taking a nap. Tired, you joined him, cuddling up next to him.

Tim had briefly woken up when you laid next to him, but he didn’t move and let you get yourself comfortable as he went back to take a nap.

Alfred had seen you two as he was cleaning around the manor—not that it was unclean, it was just his daily routine— and smiled when he saw you two. He placed a blanket over the two of you and placed a Do Not Disturb sign near the living room to warn the others, who knew exactly what it meant at first glance.

You had woken up a few hours later. Tim had still been taking a nap by that time, so you decided to let him sleep peacefully. He must’ve hear you moving though, because you swore you head a small mumble that sounded like the words ‘I love you.’

Once again, you were taking a walk around the manor when you stumbled into another one of your family members. Though it was unusual to see Jason in the manor, you guessed he was here for your birthday as well.

This time, you were the one to initiate the clingy behaviour. You had opened your arms wide, silently inviting him for a hug. You could see the hesitation in his face before he decided to throw it away and envelop you in an embrace.

“I love you [Name].”

“I love you too little bro.” You two had stayed like that for a while, letting silence overtake the both of you. After all, actions spoke louder than words.

When you had finally let go, you ruffle his hair before he went to go do his own thing.

Your father had called you into the batcave that night before dinner, saying he had a gift for you. Your father was standing in the middle, clearly waiting for you. The lights behind him were dim, clearly hiding something.

“[Name].” He stated plainly.

“Dad? What’s going on?” That was when the lights behind him had turned on and showed a collection of various different weapons behind him.

“I know you’ve been wanting to try out other weapons than your usual one, so your siblings and I have been working on this project for a while now.” You felt your eyes tear up. You had mentioned that in a passing conversation with your father during a patrol once, you never would’ve guessed he would even remember it.

You ran up to hug him. “You really didn’t have to do this, just you being here was everything to me.”

“I wanted to do this for you, you’re my child.”

Later, your whole family had given you a surprise party for dinner. It was small, definitely not as grand as the balls that the Waynes would usually host, but it was perfect. It had everyone you loved and everything you needed.

This is very much inspired by Rizzanon's Batfam February, especially Dami's part lmao

It was supposed to have Jon in it as well but it felt unfair to include him but not anyone else so I had to get rid of him 😔

No song for this title so that's why it's very basic lmao

Have a great day/night everyone <3

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girl bye not some of my anons coming to your page too 😭

now they’re your anons too pooks 💖 (you might be onto something with the idea for a gc… just saying 😇)

This feels like we're coparenting the anons 😭

Someone should totally make a discord for the batfam x reader community (or just rizz's followers) 👀

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you and a couple other authors like inspired me aswell but honestly your writing was like a final push i needed

like all im gonna say abt my fic is that its a spiderverse x neglected reader aswell lol

oh and heah im the same anon on rizzanons page 😛

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That's actually crazy, I'm so glad I got someone else to start writing on here as well! It's definitely really fun and everyone's so nice here 🫶

You've got me excited to read it now anon!! I actually can't wait till I can finally read it 🤭

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i got instantly exposed for being one of Rizz’s anons💀💀

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My intuition is never wrong when it comes to other anons from Rizz 😼

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miguel: you want me to call your mother?

spiderkids: no!

miguel: hahaha works everytime. theyre scared to death of her!

reader: *appears*

miguel: ah— mi vida!

reader: call me for what?

cant mention tiktok sounds to me bro they get stuck in my head forever

—🦊 anon

Literally the spider group on a daily basis

Also, this just made me think of Miguel getting scared of reader themselves. I feel like Miguel would be more scared of disappointing you than actually getting reprimanded and aghh that's so cute

That's so real anon, I swear I remember sounds from like way back in 2020 and I didn't even use it that much back then 😭

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would it sound weird if i said you sort of inspired me to write ?

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NO?? OMG BRO THIS ACTUALLY MADE MY DAY

I never expected someone would like my writing enough that they'd start writing themselves, I love you anon 🥹

Bro I want to read this fic so badly now, where's the link pookie??

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You know, I can imagine that mc is a parental figure for young spiders and them being just as this sound from tt where children scared of their mother (also what about mc having some special abilities like Miles, personally I love the idea of them having best regeneration from all spiders) love your work, can't wait to read next chapter, take care

Definitely! I like to think that the younger spiders were the whole reason that MC and Miguel got together in the first place, since both of them are a little emotionally constipated

That sound is also perfect for them 😭 (If I'm thinking of the right one) Since Miguel has a short temper they're already used to it, but since reader rarely gets angry (they're usually more concerned that angry), it definitely does scare them a lot more

As for MC having a special ability, let's just say I have something in store for it😁

Glad you like my work anon! Please take care as well <3