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De-aged Jason Todd and his morally-grey parental figures + Dick

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i do apologize for the lack of fun funny silly goofy content but i am occasionally gonna use my platform to talk abt what’s going on bcs it’s important!! bcs this is literally me rn

BUT!! i will try to post another smau before thursday when i will proceed to fall off the face of the earth for a week!! anyways, stay safe, stay educated, and stay furious!!

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I can confirm this happened 🤓☝️

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“Reader has black hair and blue eyes-“

THEN ITS NOT AN X READER!!???

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Hey guys, so when I made this post, I was extremely frustrated and annoyed. Now that I’m way more mellowed out and had the chance to read a lot of reactions and responses, let me act my age and actually clarify some things.

First, I want to apologize to those who were deeply upset by my post. My post overall was towards those who claim they don’t write for a specific audience, and yet put specific descriptions in their work. There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with adding certain details to your reader, such as gender or body type. The issue comes in when you don’t properly title and tag it as so, or completely ignore it altogether.

If you see my post as an eye opener and want to change up your work, then you have every right to do so, but please do not think that this is an attack or jive directed at you. It’s just that some of us readers want exactly as promised. That’s like blindfolding someone, telling them that you’re gonna feed them an apple, and then making them bite into a banana - peel and all.

I know some writers have said that they want to be more inclusive in response to my criticism. If that is what you truly want, then by all means, but I cannot stress enough: write what YOU want to write. Do not feel as though you’re being pressured to change what you put out; it’s just a means of how you categorize it.

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read, respond, and engage with my original post. I truly appreciate the perspectives shared, they’ve helped me see things more clearly and refine my thoughts.

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“why do you only read (character) x reader fics?”

1. cause i’m a fucking narcissist and i don’t care if the story’s good, im not gonna read that if it doesn’t have me or y/n in it

2. i like it specifically when the character i am being shipped with’s feelings directed towards me y/n specifically

3. i never had a proper childhood

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Hello guys!!!! I'm working for a NGO recently and we are working for the betterment of children education and animal welfare. I know such NGOs are really common and everybody nowadays are posting about NGOs. But the thing that I wanna talk about is that even after the efforts of so many people very else are actually helping out. When a NGO asks for donation it's not for the benefit of the NGO itself but for the underprivileged children and abused animals that it is supporting. So, here I'm writing this to tell you to not support the NGO itself but the children and animals and all those underprivileged people that gain something from the support or donation that you give to the NGO.

Here's the instagram, facebook, youtube, twitter

Feel free to support them. Your support doesn't just have to be some donation but just reblogging this post will be more than enough of support

Thank you all!!!!!! Love you so much!!!!!!!

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Hot take but I really do think that some of y’all need to consider how/why/when/how often you’re making fun of straight people for being straight

I do it too, I’m not going to pretend I don’t make jokes about the hets, or the down with cis bus, or whatever

But I recently befriended a cis, straight dude and I have watched him be dismissed, degraded, and unambiguously insulted for the perceived “crime” of being straight — all in queer environments where he is allegedly “completely welcome” and surrounded by “friends”

This guy is not a toxic person! But I have seen him be made to feel so small and like his comfort and safety in those spaces are conditional on his silence and acceptance of being treated like a human dunk zone, and I think that some of y’all have had so much shit from straight/cis people that the second you feel like you’ve got an inch, you want to luxuriate in the perceived catharsis of bullying someone who— actually —doesn’t deserve it

And until he very, very carefully mentioned to me in private that it makes him feel bad, I didn’t even clock that I was involved in doing that, that it had become so instinctive for me to make casual jokes like that, and that— well meaning or otherwise —I had been contributing to an environment that made someone I really really like feel like shit

So, I dunno, I think maybe some of y’all should think about that too

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Happy Juneteenth to all my fellow Black Readers and Writers!!!

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Happy Juneteenth to all my fellow Black Readers and Writers!!!

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the sexual tension between me & the alternate reality I daydream about

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saw this cute post and now I'm not going on reddit for the rest of the day. quit while you're ahead

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when the author tags x reader when it’s really just their oc.

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When you thought you found a good fanfic but it’s just inc3st/p3d0phila/non-con/something weird

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Bat x Family ("My New Papa Can't Possibly Be Batman!")

a/n: sorry guys! I wanted to update once a week but I got caught up with some things! I hope this was as cute as I intended it to be. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Also sorry, I'm not good at writing Gordon.

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Anya Forger! Child! Reader x Yandere! Platonic! Batfam

The day you arrived at Wayne Manor, you didn’t have much of anything.

Bruce stood vigilant at the large entrance of the manor. He watched as the car in the distance made the slow crawl up the gravel drive to the yawning, iron-wrought gates. Stopping in front of them, the car door opened to reveal you.

In one, small hand, you clutched a plush toy firmly. Watching you carefully climb out of Gordon’s squad car–your feet hanging precariously as you slowly scooted to the open door and you braced yourself with one hand on the seat to descend to the gravel ground– a thought came to his mind.

‘She’s small’

Far smaller than any of the children that came to Wayne Manor. Smaller than even Damian, when he first arrived

Gordon met you on the other side, offering a hand to you. You paused, looking at it, before resting your smaller one in his upturned palm. As the two of you trekked closer, he could see a modest rucksack that looked far too large for your shoulders. Loaned from the GCPD, Bruce confirmed, observing the dull color and corresponding anagram stitched into it. The contents weren’t obvious, but it didn’t look very full from what he could see. But he could see your lips moving, and Gordon was listening intently.

“-- it’s like a castle.” You said in awe, an innocent look of wonder crossing your features. 

“Yeah, it sort of is.” Gordon responded, almost fondly with a soft look on his gruff face.

“Am I gonna live here now?”

‘She sounds young too.’ Bruce thought with an unconscious frown.

Gordon looked like he was going to answer you, but paused mid step when you suddenly came to a stop. You stared up at Bruce, wide eyed clutching your toy to your chest. Gordon followed your line of sight and quirked an eyebrow at his expression, which Bruce quickly schooled. 

Now that they were face to face, Bruce noticed Gordon looked grayer than usual. His mouth was set in a thin, worried line that cut through his unshaven face like a fissure. And yet, he carried himself in as authoritative a manner as he could.

‘As much as he can while holding a four year old girl’s hand’

“Six!”

“Hmm?” Bruce made a sound of confusion at your sudden shout, as Gordon turned back to you.

“I’m six years old!” You proclaimed, holding up a hand and a finger, to prove your point.

He pondered you as Gordon spoke softly to you– “Yes, that’s right. You’re six years old. You telling your dad that?” – looking at your small frame, covered sweats that looked far too big for you and weathered sneakers. Your hair was tousled, like you had just been woken up from a deep sleep, and yet your eyes shone with unrestrained emotion.

‘She’s six, but she’s fairly small’ Bruce studied you as you stepped forward towards him.

He watched as your rose a few centimeters, standing on the tip of your toes with each step towards him.

“Bruce,” Gordon said, as if bracing him for what came next, kneeled beside you. He placed a hand on you, which engulfed your shoulder. “This is (Name). Can you say ‘Hi’?”

“He-” Bruce started to say

“Hi!” You cut him off, still straining to stand on the tip of your toes, and stick out a hand in front of you to wave fervently. 

‘She’s…excitable’

You rocked back on your heels, still staring at Bruce intently.

“(Name),” Gordon got your attention, and you turned from Bruce to look at him. “This man right here is your dad. His name is Bruce Wayne. And you’ll be staying here from now on, okay?”

“Okay” You nodded, with that probing look on your face, as if looking for something else.

“You’ll be safe here, alright? But if you need me, you can always call. Here…” With that, he handed you a small card, more than likely his phone number.

While you stared at the small card, Gordon rose and placed a hand on Bruce’s own shoulder, leaning slightly in. He said in a low murmur,

“We’re still trying to get paperwork for her, so you only have custody in name as of now. Just until we get everything worked out.”

‘Makes sense. If she doesn’t have any papers, then I don’t have custody of her. Even if I am her biological father’

You turned from the scrap of paper to look at Bruce again.

“I understand, Jim. Thank you” Bruce nodded, which he returned and stepped back towards his car. 

Passing by you, Gordon seemed to pause and linger by your side. Hesitantly, but in a quick motion, he rested a hand on your head and murmured, “Be good, alright?”

And with that, he was gone. As the sound of his car left hearing range, Bruce noticed how quiet you had grown. Looking from the small dot in the distance to you, Bruce could see you were still staring at him. Like you were waiting for something.

Taking that in stride, Bruce offered a picture ready smile and squatted down next to you. 

‘It’s best to make a good impression. She’ll be staying here… at least for now.’

Only slightly, as halfway through the motion, you suddenly stepped back.

“This…is my home?” You asked cautiously.

‘She’s asking me? Maybe she’s nervous.’

“Of course.” Bruce said, yet you still seemed unsure.

But before he could say anything else, the door opened behind him. Even without turning to face it, Bruce could tell Alfred was standing in the doorway. 

“Master Wayne, the Young Miss’ room is ready.” Alfred affirmed.

“Right, thank you Al-”

“My name’s (Name)!” You proclaimed loudly to the newcomer, drawing the men’s attention towards you.

Bruce sighed, but Alfed seemed somewhat amused.

“Of course, Miss (Name),” He replied, taking it in stride nonetheless. “Welcome to Wayne Manor.”

Your previous uncertainty seemed to melt away, instead beaming at the older man with a gapped tooth smile and a giggle. Alfred smiled and held out a hand to you; oddly enough, you seemed more inclined to take his rather than Bruce’s. And as you were led inside, Bruce couldn’t help but stare after you.

An odd feeling festerd in his chest, for no inexplicable reason, at the sight of you turning away from him.

‘She didn’t seem nervous to meet Alfred. Did I make a bad impression? Or is she–’

He was caught of mid-thought when you turned to shout over your shoulder,

“Papa, come on!”

Bruce wouldn't say he was startled, not really. It was more of a confused sort of feeling that made him pause in place.

‘Papa?’

“I can call him that right?” You “whispered” loudly to Alfred, to which he responded in kind.

“I believe that will be alright, Miss (Name). Allow me to take your bag”

With a nod and skip in your step, you smiled once more, leaving Bruce to follow behind with his thoughts.

The trek to your room–a far off place in a distant wing of the manor– was far from quiet, punctuated by many comments and questions from you.

Bruce Wayne was a patient man. He had to be. The various pitfalls of the social scene of Gotham’s elite and its subsequent underworld alike required it. There was little that could break his calm demeanor.

“Papa, she’s nakey!” You shouted pointing to a bust of a woman they passed. One notably with no clothes on.

“No, (Name), she’s not–”

“Papa, are we there yet?”  You asked, straining against Alfred’s grasp on your hand.

“Not yet, but (Name)–”

“Papa.”

“Papa!”

“Papa!”

But you were certainly testing his limits. And regardless of how tickled this seems to make Alfred, Bruce could gradually feel his energy leave him. By the time the three reached the room, Alfred seemed close to laughter while Bruce sagged against the wall beside the room door. You, however, remained oblivious, too amazed by the size of the room.

“It’s so big!” You exclaimed hurrying aside before either of them could say anything, forgetting the rucksack in Alfred’s hand and instead rushing to the TV in the corner. “This is my room now?”

“For the time being, yes Miss (Name)” Alfred confirmed with a nod. “We are still preparing your bedroom at the moment, so you will be staying here for now.”

Bruce finally found the strength to stand up straight, as you turned it on and sat down with a point to the screen and “I love this show!”

You weren’t…like any of the others. At least, not when they first came to the manor.

Maybe Dick could be said to be similar to your hyperactive personality, but even that was dampened by the loss of his parents and the subsequent rage that burned beneath the grief. Still, neither he or Jason would have called him “Papa” right off the bat, certainly not with Jason’s abrasive attitude and violent tendencies. Tim was used to silence and isolation, a wound that remained even after their many years together, so he wouldn’t feel comfortable enough to pepper him with questions. And, Damian, despite being close to your age, was not the typical child.

All that said, Bruce wasn’t quite sure what to make of you, staring at your tiny form bouncing in place as some cartoon played in the background.

‘She’s just a kid. Maybe one with less baggage. That shouldn’t be too hard for me, right?’

So lost in thought, Bruce didn’t notice you perk up.

‘I definitely can’t let her know about our nightlife. Vigilante work is too dangerous for a kid to know about. I need to hold a family meeting and tell the others soon.”

Slowly you looked over your shoulder.

‘As long as she never knows I’m Batman, she can live a normal life.’

A glimmer of excitement crossed your eyes.

a/n: Fluff gods please bring me a muse m(_ _)m I wanna make this as fluffy as possible

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