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bad4amficideas · 3 hours ago
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Forcing fatherhood onto him.
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I need him to face the same hardships as me one way or another.
Yes, the kitten is based on the actual kitten I'm raising.
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bad4amficideas · 7 hours ago
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I want a season 1 yj fic where no one on the team knows who Batman and Robin are behind the masks. Wally is friends with Robin, but he only knows him as Robin, and he’s never seen him without the mask or without his sunglasses.
And Dick thinks they’re all friends. Sure, they don’t know his name or half of his life, but they know him. He thinks of them as some of his best friends. He doesn’t actually have a whole lot of friends. He has Barbara, but she doesn’t know about Robin. And he has Bette, but she’s his cousin, so she doesn’t really count.
So when he walks into the lounge area in Mount Justice one day and hears most of the team talking shit about Dick Grayson, who was just shown on TV with Bruce Wayne because there was a big charity gala last night, he’s trying so hard not to get upset. Because they’re making fun of him. They’re talking shit about him. They don’t even know Dick Grayson, but they’re saying such mean things about him.
“I’ve seen him around school, he’s such a snob,” Artemis complains. “His hair is always gelled so obnoxiously and his uniform is always perfect, and,” she snorts, “he’s captain of the mathletes. What a dork.”
Alfred insists on his uniform always being perfectly ironed and his shirt being tucked in. He gets the longest lectures whenever he gets a detention or a pink slip for his uniform being out of line.
And Bruce has been doing Dick’s hair before school since Dick started going to school. He’d been so nervous the first time, because he was eight and he’d been homeschooled in the circus and he’d never been to a real school before, so Bruce did Dick’s hair just like his, and it made him feel so much better. Dick does his own hair mostly now that he’s older, but he mostly sticks with how Bruce first showed him. It’s easy. It’s a classic style. It makes him feel a little less nervous.
And who cares if he’s captain of the mathletes? Bruce insists it will look good on college applications. You can never start preparing too early. Plus, Gotham Academy is full of nerds, it’s far from the dorkiest club on campus. He’s mostly only on the team because his math teacher insisted.
He’s lingering in the hallway, just before the doorway to the lounge, leaning against the wall as he listens in on their conversation.
“He’s obviously a publicity stunt,” Wally snorts, and Dick can hear him stuffing chips in his mouth. “Was Bruce Wayne getting bad press when he first adopted him or something? I always thought it was weird he just plucked a kid from out of nowhere.”
“I thought he was from the circus?” Conner asks, but he actually sounds confused, curious.
The question only makes Wally and Artemis laugh louder, and even M’gann is giggling now. Dick feels like his heart just dropped into his stomach.
“The whole thing is so weird,” Artemis laughs. “Bruce Wayne takes him out like he’s some sort of little accessory, it’s so weird.”
“They are a pretty weird pair, aren’t they?” Wally laughs.
“I mean, the kid seems like a pain in the ass,” Artemis says, and Dick can just tell from the way she says it that she’s smirking. “I don’t know if I’d feel that bad if their whole father-son schtick was all for the camera. Brucie probably treats him like a toy he can just put back on the shelf when he’s done playing with him. He’s probably nothing but a charity case.”
Dick can hear someone pushing Artemis into the side of the couch, but he can tell they’re still all laughing and joking around. Dick feels like his breath is caught in his throat.
“That’s a horrible thing to say,” Conner says.
“Oh, come on, Conner,” Artemis huffs. “I’m only kidding.”
“It’s not something to kid about,” Conner says. “He’s a real person. They’re both real people. You know nothing about them.”
“I know that he struts around school like he owns the place!”
“Does he really?” M’gann gasps.
He can hear Artemis, Wally, and M’gann all continuing to gossip together, to laugh about his photos that Artemis is pulling up on her phone. He can hear Conner mutter something about them being childish, and then get up towards the kitchen area.
The hand on his shoulder startles him, and he’s so mad at himself for not hearing Kaldur walking up behind him.
“Robin, is everything alright?” Kaldur asks, and his voice is so gentle, so concerned.
“M’fine,” Dick chokes out. “M’just, I - I’m gonna go, actually. Can’t stay for training today.”
“Are you not feeling well?”
“Just…feeling a little sick. I’ll be fine.”
Conner has since walked into the hallway too, and he’s looking at Dick all concerned now too. But Dick feels like everything is too hot and he can’t breathe right and he’s suddenly so upset, and he can’t stay here anymore knowing that half of his friends are sitting just a few feet away, making fun of him.
Dick rushes back home, and he finds Bruce sitting in his office going over some WE paperwork. Bruce is surprised he’s home so soon, but holds onto Dick tightly when he falls into his lap.
“What’s wrong?” Bruce asks, squeezing Dick tight. “Did something happen at training? Are you hurt?”
“People are mean,” Dick mumbles into Bruce’s shoulder. “They were watching something about the gala from last night. Didn’t wanna stick around.”
“Oh, Dickie,” Bruce sighs, because this isn’t exactly the first time Dick has heard people he thinks are his friends talking about him behind his back, even if this is the first time it’s people who don’t realize they know him talking about him.
“They called me a publicity stunt,” Dick says, pressing himself closer to Bruce. “And a charity case.”
“You aren’t either of those things,” Bruce says, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “You’re my son, no matter what anyone else says.”
“I know.”
Bruce sighs again, resting his cheek on top of Dick’s head. They’re both quiet for a moment, Bruce swiveling side to side in the chair a bit.
“I know it’s difficult,” Bruce tells him. “But how about I put these papers away, and we go watch a movie before Alfred has dinner ready?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Or we can go down to the cave and we can train a bit, if you’d rather do that?”
“I kinda wanna hit something,” Dick mumbles. “But can we watch a movie after dinner?”
“We’ll do whatever you want, chum.”
Dick continues to cling to Bruce while he straightens up his desk, but he hops up and rushes over to the clock to go down to the cave. Black Canary eventually calls the cave to ask Batman if Robin is alright, because she missed him at training and no one could tell her why he left, but he just tells her that Robin wanted to train with him today.
Later that night after dinner, Dick is cuddled up next to Bruce in his favorite family room, a movie playing in the background, and Dick falls asleep like that. Bruce doesn’t disturb him. They both end up falling asleep on the couch, and Bruce decides to take the next day off and to keep Dick home from school so they can spend the day together.
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bad4amficideas · 11 hours ago
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If you ask me, this above all else is the reason Bruce treated Stephanie the way he did. Stephanie's unassuming earnestness has a way of disarming people. She tends to worm her way into their hearts and coax them into opening up no matter how hard they resist just like she did with Cass and Damian. It's practically her superpower. Bruce spends a little time with her and finds himself trusting her with parts of himself he's never trusted anyone with before, he realizes she's got him lowering emotional walls he puts a lot of care into building between him and everyone around him and that, more than anything else, scares the shit out of him.
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bad4amficideas · 15 hours ago
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‘Jason goes to Gotham and kills the Joker himself’ ‘Jason asks Talia to kill the Joker and she does so as a token of trust and good parentage’ NO Jason won’t stop fucking whining about how Batman won’t kill the Joker and how unfair it is and Ra’s gets so annoyed listening to him that he bumps Joker off himself just to get his daughter’s new pet project to shut the fuck up
Batman has no idea why halfway through a standard Joker special of glitter, guns, and ‘im going to blow up this bank!’ fucking Ra’s Al Ghul himself stormed into the room, looked incredibly annoyed to even be there, snapped the Joker’s neck in one fell swoop, and then stormed back out and disappeared while angrily muttering something about how ‘we better be able to finish this fucking meeting in peace now- swear to fucking GOD that boy is annoying-‘
he’s honestly so baffled at Ra’s appearing in Gotham in the first place that he doesn’t manage to save the Joker, and Ra’s refuses to even acknowledge any attempts at asking why the fuck he decided to do that. it becomes Gotham’s greatest mystery, and Ra’s doesn’t realise until he gets back home that he just made the biggest mistake of his life; teaching Jason that whining about his problems will lead Ra’s to take care of them for him.
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bad4amficideas · 19 hours ago
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Plo Koon definitely is not allowed on Kamino anymore because the last time he tryed to shove as many tubies under his robes as possible and leave
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bad4amficideas · 23 hours ago
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imagine this:
a soft girl.
sweet. shy.
the kind of innocent that doesn’t survive long in Gotham.
she’s adopted by Bruce Wayne when she’s just a little toddler.
her mother—Poison Ivy herself—disappears into Arkham, leaving behind a child blooming with powers no one understands.
the public only knows her as another Wayne.
the quiet one.
the polite one.
always in the background. always smiling.
the Batfamily doesn’t mean to ignore her.
but they’re busy.
always fighting. always bleeding. always choosing Gotham over home.
she grows up in silence.
two years younger than Damian.
never invited on patrol. never really seen.
until she’s eighteen.
and stolen.
auctioned off in Gotham’s underground like a relic.
and by the time they find her,
she’s gone.
Bruce doesn’t cry.
Bruce doesn’t scream.
he opens the vault beneath the manor.
reads the ritual Ivy left behind.
a curse. a bloom. a sacrifice.
he trades everything for one more chance.
and it works.
they go back.
to before.
when she’s fourteen.
but here’s the thing:
only she remembers.
she wakes up in her bed.
on a normal Monday.
Alfred knocking gently at the door, calling her “little flower.”
Damian already downstairs.
the mansion is the same.
the people are the same.
but she’s not.
she doesn’t smile at Damian anymore.
she doesn’t try to sit closer at breakfast.
she doesn’t ask Tim about his tech, or draw Jason new designs, or follow Dick around like a shadow.
she’s quiet.
polite.
distant.
planning.
because this time, she’s not going to wait to die.
she’s going to escape before it happens again.
the family doesn’t understand.
not at first.
but something in them aches when they look at her.
Bruce stares too long.
Damian bristles when she walks away.
Jason keeps checking her window locks.
Dick starts leaving notes on her door.
Tim starts digging—deeper than he should.
and then Tim finds it.
a corrupted file buried in the Batcave servers.
dated four years ahead.
case name: Project Bloom.
subject: YN Wayne.
status: deceased.
attached: a full report on Bruce’s forbidden ritual to bring her back.
photos of her body.
scans of her blood.
and a line of Bruce’s handwriting at the bottom:
“She was too good for Gotham.
I will not lose her again.”
and suddenly—
they remember.
not clearly.
not all at once.
but enough.
and now?
they’re watching her.
closer than ever.
following her every move.
speaking softer. holding tighter.
locking every door behind her.
because this time,
they know what happens when she slips through their fingers.
and they won’t let her go.
not ever again.
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bad4amficideas · 1 day ago
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Hal: Is there a single straight person in your family?
Bruce: Excuse me?
Hal: I walked into the bat cave and my gaydar machine literally exploded.
Bruce: …There is no such thing as a gaydar machine.
Hal: Yeah, CAUSE YOUR FAMILY BROKE IT!
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bad4amficideas · 1 day ago
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I propose a neglected reader who is taken in by the old ladies of high society.
At first, the poor thing looks quite lost at the galas, and they keep their distance. However, over time, they notice that dear 'Brucie' Wayne doesn't treat her like the rest of his children. In a way, she is like them—faking a bright smile while concealing the weight of a broken family behind it.
So, they decide to train her to be not just a lady, but a true socialite, a shining star who will one day find her freedom.
They may be trapped in their marriages, but Martha’s granddaughter will not be.
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bad4amficideas · 2 days ago
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Night guard
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bad4amficideas · 2 days ago
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How to realize I'm more demi/ace than anything else: reading this post and deciding I'd much rather keep reading porn on Tumblr and Ao3 than going out and living the real porn thing (also... going through the whole meeting people thing and all that 😕)
Good month for this I guess 🏳️‍🌈??
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Reddit makes dumb decision -> I finally decide to check out Tumblr -> meet cool people on the 196 tag and become mutuals -> I discover one of them lives in Aus too -> I fly like 1000km and we fuck and cuddle
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bad4amficideas · 2 days ago
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@dinlukeweek day 6: Hiding Injuries / Luke and Din on a Tatooine mission
slightly different reception on tatooine missions than in the rest of the galaxy
(commission info // tip jar!)
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bad4amficideas · 3 days ago
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going forward i will only consume problematic media
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bad4amficideas · 4 days ago
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hello there i have come to humbly request a Thorn thirst trap for your anatomy practice sketches 🙏🤭
does this count? sleepy clones are unnecessarily attractive
I’m pretty sure Thorn tries to sleep in the most
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thorn totally sleeps in the nude - it’s mild but still
nsfw sketch
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@lonewolflupe @eobe @v4r-jpg @vimse @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @returnofthepineapple @cyaretra
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bad4amficideas · 4 days ago
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Boba Fett | illustrated by Adi Granov
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bad4amficideas · 6 days ago
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breaking news: woman is insane about that fictional character, even more so than yesterday
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bad4amficideas · 7 days ago
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Actually no one should be having sex. All of us are aged-up minors and the passage of time is inherently problematic
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bad4amficideas · 7 days ago
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it’s so funny to me that in a lot of fics after Tim’s parents die and he’s adopted and moved into Wayne manor, he still just… owns the mansion next door. like Drake manor is just right there, fully furnished and empty, fully inherited by Tim. and he just kinda leaves it there. probably forgets he owns it. how much do you wanna bet the others absolutely do NOT forget that next door is also owned by the family?
how much do you wanna bet that at least twice a month Bruce freaks the fuck out because Damian’s been missing for two days and eventually they track him down to find that he’d just walked over to Drake manor to avoid being told to help Alfred dust and then… couldn’t be bothered to walk back. figured that technically Drake manor could also be ‘home’ and made himself comfortable. is napping in Tim’s childhood bedroom when they find him and is completely unapologetic about eating the food in his kitchen.
how much do you wanna bet that Tim gets a call from the weekly cleaner that he totally forgot was being paid from his bank account to maintain Drake manor, only to be told by a slightly terrified cleaner that she tried to go in to mop the kitchen and found a fucking crime lord in nothing but sweatpants and his helmet, ranting to an ‘oracle’ about some kind of ‘drug drop off’ that he ‘needed off Batman’s radar’, because Jason was too tired to motorcycle all the way back to Crime Alley after a debrief but didn’t want to have to be around Bruce so he just kinda broke into Tim’s old house and has been casually chilling there for the past week while he worked on a case.
how much do you wanna bet that one time Bruce grounded Tim for two weeks and Tim was so annoyed about it that to be petty he snuck out and went back to Drake manor. Bruce was so fucking mad because Tim directly ignored his orders and he couldn’t even do anything about it because every time he brought it up he got loud claims of ‘yOU TOLD ME TO GO TO MY ROOM SO I WENT TO MY FUCKING ROOM, B, I DON’T WANNA HEAR SHIT FROM YOU-!’
how much do you wanna bet when eventually Tim can’t be bothered to deal with the insurance forms and he sells Drake manor, he mentions having to hand over his keys and instantly every single batkid starts digging around in their pockets and producing two or three keys to Drake manor because over the years they’ve all just kinda. been using it. whenever. Tim had no fucking clue they’d made keys. he’s so confused. it gets so much funnier when the next day Tim shows up to the estate agents to drop off his plastic tub of keys for the new owner and he fucking finds Jason Todd there ready to receive them.
“I make a lot of money in my line of work,” he says. “figured it was time for a summer house.”
“you hate being close to Bruce.”
“not as much as Bruce hates shoddy neighbours. i’m going to make his life hell.”
“you made me carry this box of keys for nothing.”
“yeah you can hand those back out actually, i really don’t care who goes in there.”
“I hate you.”
“Don’t be rude to your new neighbour.”
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