#she's batsis

[bat-birdsandshadows]

Batsis? More like abandoned daughter

???? pov

I look around Fawceet city. I could see kids in here still have some innocent childhood life. Childhood life huh? I didn’t remember what my childhood life was like because when they rewind the time back again for 14th time I did become child but I'm focus more on saving everyone that I didn't act much like normal kid and then when universe start to fix back I didn't go back to be kid but teenager. Although this time I get into my siblings life quiet earlier maybe it worth missing all my childhood life memories. I do know that I start to live for their sake and they are actually what keep me sane and collected but..... I also know that I push my own desire since 'that bomb incident' For my people sake I push myself to depend on water alone. I rarely eat during that time except when we really get more foods. I usually give my portion of foods to those who needed more than me. I can survive few months without food since I'm not human so not much problem although Dar would bug me to eat sometime. He's nice guy. Sometimes uncle Harvey or uncle Oswald would also join Dar to bug me eating though.  I don't remember if I ever buy toys for myself after I was 5. Mom said I refuse to accept toys and only request books as present. I do have one doll from uncle Stark when I was 10. He kinda force me to take that because my room barely have any toys for 5 years. I treasure it a lot. Always bring it with me and sleep with it. It just small bear with simple bow. I thought he would be narcissistic by giving me Iron Man doll but he does have common sense to not do so.

I might do anything for my siblings. For my family. For you I didn't mind lost my voice to use that spell. For you I didn't mind lost sight when I reverse the time. For you I didn't mind share the same pain you feel. For you I didn't mind to kill if it will keep you safe. Maybe on our first meet i told you guys I hate you and honestly I do hate you guys on my first life. You guys have my father care, protection and attention. I didn't get those until on my 5th life and the start I slowly not hate you guys. I don't know when I start to love you unconditionally but doesn't mean it's not hurt. Maybe once all big threat gone I would slowly back away from you guys life. Putri say I should try build my own family to start a new life. I might take that suggestion if Billy agree to be my son.

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"YOU'RE NOT MY SISTER! CAN YOU JUST STOP STICKING YOUR NOSE IN MY BUSINESS!" shout Dick when Alex tell him about his girlfriend only date him because he is Bruce son. Alex shock but regain her posture back "I'm sorry if what I'm doing right now is too much. I will stop sticking my nose in your business. You're right I'm not your sister and I'm not supposed to do all of this" said Alex then stand up and leave Dick apartments. True to her words Alex didn't interrupt any of his business. She didn't even appear in front of him anymore since that day. She really good at hiding her presence. Dick just realized how horrible he is after few days later. Dick already go through the envelope she left before she gone. He curse himself for being stupid and reckless. He didn't mean to say that. He like her being his sister but now...... not even her shadow could be seen. He only got news about her either from Tim or her workers.

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Alex hear someone knock the door "princess, it's me. Can I come in?" said Tony "Sure" whisper Alex as FRIDAY unlock the door for Tony. He sit beside his niece. "What's wrong little fairy? I got report from FRIDAY about your unnatural action which kind of initiate 'Alex emotionally danger protocol' Something happen during your visit?" ask Tony. Alex look at her uncle with stained tears face "Am I bothering them too much? Did I do it wrong?" ask Alex "What happens?" ask Tony "Maybe I really shouldn't poke his life. I'm not his real sister. I shouldn't poke around about Richard girlfriend" said Alex "Princess look" Tony hold her face to made Alex look at her uncle "You trying to care about him. If he didn't want it then it's his lost. Yes, your not his sister but did that ever stop me from adopting Harley and Peter as my kid?" said Tony. Alex snort "I don't see anything about you adopt Harls and Pete with me not being Richard sister have any point. Besides legally you not adopt them yet" said Alex "But that's the things. So what? I legally not adopt them yet I see them as my kids. Don't care about what he thinks. It his lost for not have you as his sister" said Tony. Alex smile a bit before she hug Tony "Thanks uncle. You're the best" said Alex then look relax before fall asleep. Tony smile "Of course. Anything for my little fairy. Besides I'm sure you didn't sleep for 2 days before you decide come here" said Tony

[timethehobo]

Saw a ref pose and just had to scribble them. Harley could somewhat carry Batsy, let her carry Boomie. 😂

[mordremrose]

The consequences of letting Rose get too close- she yoinks people without much warning featuring @cheddargoblin 's deidre, ive been meaning to draw this for a while now so heres the zoomiest sketch of it ever

[evillillad]

guess who poofed into existence!! ITS BATSY!!

little SHIT causes chaos only but is so lovable. probably like 3 or 4. doesnt speak only makes noises (mostly mouth farts and hisses). bites slaps scratches and pinches lovingly <333 she has no hate just love of chaos. loves to play in the dirt. really hard to keep control over, shes too hyperactive. is she neurodivergent??adhd??undiagnosed cuz shes baby???just a lil shit?? probably idk the specifics but shes def a lil weirdo <333 super friendly tho!! loves hanging around the other neighbors when one of her moms takes her out. esp like sally and poppy. Sally always makes her laugh and they put on puppet shows and poppy makes her the yummiest snacks (she has wings like her too!! aunt poppy and aunt sally <33)

her favorite snack is tomatoes from franks garden specifically

ankle biter

[coupleoffanfics]

A Good Morning

[Post-Spray Jeremiah x Batsis Reader] This is part two of this.

Ecco checked every hour on y/n. It was six when she regained consciousness, but only blankly stared at the wall and was unresponsive. It was clear to Ecco that she was lucid as she watched her face flicker from one emotion to the other while talking to her. She must have been in shock the blonde woman figured and didn't pester her too much.

Ecco went to the kitchen and started cooking breakfast for y/n. After everything y/n went through yesterday, she must be hungry. It's not every day that someone is forced into captivity. Once she finished cooking, she put everything on the wooden breakfast tray. As she walked towards the guest room y/n was locked in, she looked at little stickers on the tray.

The breakfast tray wasn't Jeremiah's, it was y/n's. She often brought it with her when staying over and it ended up being left here. It had little stickers of colorful, sparkly hearts placed all over the wooden tray. She'd always wake up to make breakfast for everyone. She'd always walked to his room with the tray to find out he was in the study working all night. Leading the couple to argue while Ecco munched on her toast.

Those arguments were light, squabbles really. Nothing serious and voices were never raised. Ecco has a feeling that those days are far behind them now. Not that she blames y/n.

Stopping at the door Ecco knocked before unlocking it. She received no response, but it's not like she expected or needed one. It was just common courtesy to let y/n know someone was entering. When Ecco opened the door she expected to see y/n to still lying on her side in bed.

But was instead greeted by a floor lamp to the face. y/n whacked Ecco with a surprising amount of strength that almost made her fall over. Ecco didn't think she had it in her, it could've been the adrenaline and desperation to get out. The tray was dropped with a thud that was followed by a crash from the glass plates and cup breaking from the sudden impact.

The [hair color] haired woman swung the lap pole at Ecco again, but she grabbed it before it even got close to her. She opened her mouth to say something to y/n. What exactly? She wasn't sure, just something to get y/n stop before she actually had to restrain her. Unfortunately, Ecco couldn't get a word out as y/n kicked her stomach. The force of the kick sends Ecco stumbling into the hallway and pushes her back against the wall.

y/n stepped over the broken glass plates. She wasn't sure if she had stepped on some glass or not. She might have since her legs were a bit shaky. It didn't though, she needed to get out.

Not feeling merciful this morning, y/n gave Ecco another wack across her face with the lamp before running down the hall. Each time Ecco was hit, it felt like it was almost personal because the second had a lot more power behind it. Ecco quickly got back on her feet and chased down y/n. It wasn't hard to tell where she was going because of the little trail of red she left behind with each step.

It wasn't like she got far in the first place. Ecco didn't even have to take her down or anything as her condition did all the work. She was double over having another coughing fit and clutching her chest. Hearing all the noise Jeremiah came out of his study. He gave Ecco a glare before ordering her to get the cuffs while he attended to y/n.

y/n was put back in the room that she had tried to escape from. She wore a defeated face that slightly shimmered with determination through her eyes. As Jeremiah handcuffed her to the bedpost, she thought of what to say but thought silence might be the best option. Just before Ecco could sit at the bottom of the bed to take care of the glass in y/n's foot, he ordered her to leave.

Ecco could practically hear y/n sharply inhale after hearing the words leave his mouth. She almost felt bad for y/n as she left the room. That little determination in those [eye color] eyes shifted to fear.

Jeremiah wasn't harshly holding her leg down as he pulled out the little bits of glass from her sole with tweezers. He wasn't cursing her out, berating her for actions. No, his touch was soft. It could even be called loving though she's not sure that's a word that should be used. Did he love her? She wondered, disregarding their years of dating to remember what happened yesterday. Remembering how just months ago he was normal. He looked normal, he acted normal because he was normal.

That toxin, spray, gas— whatever it was, was the corporate behind this all. They'd promised to never hide anything from one another. So when he fearfully explained how he started having these intrusive thoughts of extreme violence, she tried to book him to a psychiatric hospital. The first time that idea was brought up he brushed it off believing that it was temporary.

Leading her to ask the question, "You would hurt me?" The alarmed look on his face and how he earnestly explained that he never thought nor do such a thing. Of course, she believed him. She used to take his words as gospel. Maybe he did love her at that moment, but what about now?

She almost wished he was yelling at her because she wouldn't have to fill the silence with her thoughts. Just as he started bandaging her foot, she broke the unnerving silence with a question.

"Are you going to kill me?"

He stopped for a moment and gave her a perplexed look as if she asked the dumbest question. She would have felt embarrassed by his reaction, but she felt like this was a legitimate question to ask right now. With everything that had happened, she wasn't sure what to expect from him.

"If I wanted you dead I would have let Jerome have you." His cold voice gave no type of comfort.

"Why are you doing this? I know we–" y/n stopped wondering if he remembered yesterday. It couldn't be possible for him to be blackout drunk, right? He didn't stumble over himself, slur his words, or start a drunken ramble. Maybe just a bit tipsy.

"I was confronting you about your heart failure," Jeremiah said as he put everything back into the first aid kit, "But I should have done this a while ago. We both know that there's a risk each time you go back to Gotham. It's the capital of crime with psychotic people like Jerome roaming the streets. I can't have you being in that hellhole any longer, especially when you're getting worse."

"You could have told me about your concerns and I would have understood. I would have stayed if you wanted me to."

He rolled his eyes and snickered, "You would? Forget about trying to prove I'm crazy with the blood test and just stay here with me. Then we'd live happily ever after. y/n, I thought we wouldn't lie to each other." She pursed her lips at the sarcastic tone. Then he suddenly shifted from sarcastic to hurt.

"You've been lying about your health and about how you trust me. You still think I'm insane when I haven't done anything to justify that thinking. I don't what else you could have been lying about. Have you been lying when you say I love you? I know I haven't y/n. I've been the only honest person here."

"No! I- ugh…" y/n threw her head back in frustration. The problem was that he was mostly right. There had been no solid evidence of him being insane until now. The only thing she had at the time was his slight behavioral change. Keeping the fact that she was running out of time because of her heart failure a secret was selfish. She'll admit that and the only reason she didn't say anything was because it was easier to ignore.

It felt better to ignore the sand trickling down the hourglass and act like everything was normal. Ignoring any emotional turmoil must be a Wayne trait. It had worked until the symptoms became more noticeable.

Of course, it had to be the person she cared about the most to find out. She couldn't bring it up with Jeremiah because he was always on the verge of an anxiety attack whenever a door was opened. Then aftermath of the gas made it clear that she shouldn't bring it up. She was the main she he ended up like this. Jerome lured him out by threatening her life and she should have just told him to save himself. She'd be dead in a few months anyway.

There was a burning sensation in y/n's eyes that she tried to blink away. Her heart was pounding harder and she curled in her lips, trying to stifle any sounds because she knew what was happening. It was so easy to upset her with a negative tone. Even if it wasn't directed towards her it still made her a bit upset. Having Jeremiah express his disappointment in her tore her heart.

The first tear didn't have to fall for him to start saying comforting words and having both of his hands hold the sides of her face. Saying the prettiest of lies about how everything was going to be okay and that he was going to take care of everything. Knowing fully well he was lying y/n indulged herself in those lies. It was what she wanted to hear in this distressing moment.

She's not sure, but she's sure she saw him smile a bit. Seeing how much power he has over her must have been amusing. Or it could have been that he was reminded that she really didn't have anyone else to run to. It's always been him and her, and nothing was going to change that.

"I love you," Jeremiah said looking at her with those unnerving green eyes. Any and all semblance of blue was long gone.

He waited for y/n's predictable response. "I love you too." He gave what could have been a genuine smile but it looked too crooked. Anything else y/n tried to say or ask was ignored as he got up and left without another word. Finally being alone y/n rested her head against the headboard and stared blankly at the white ceiling. Wondering what the hell she was going to do.

Things couldn't get any worse.

Feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated. Masterlist

[forget-me-maybe]

waiting for my cat to come inside so we can go to bed

the mf in question:

[grumpyhedgehogs]

gotham’s rogues gallery working out who gets to kidnap bruce wayne this week like divorced parents with joint custody

[thekiwibats]

THIS IS YOUR FAULT

You are losing your temper, Trahearne.

DO NOT CALL ME THAT.

I AM NOT HIM.

YOU HAVE MADE SURE OF THAT.

COMMANDER.

Then who are you?

I AM THE MONSTER YOU CREATED.

THE CONSEQUENCE OF YOUR ACTIONS.

[kingspacebar]

Buncha oc icons

[nixotinix]

Drawing dolls I WISH I had part 1: Batsy Claro!!!

Batsy is literally one of the most underrated characters in all of Monster High. Yeah she's a background character who only got 1 doll but she's literally so pretty. She's easily in my top 5 monster high characters of all time. And I had to do her justice

I spent literal hours on this pls click </3

+ some closeups because I spent too much time on this lineart

[cloverkeep]

forgot to post about this when i got her a few days ago, but!!! i finally have twyla to complete my mini g3 monster high collection :D that is, until they make more of my favorites from the first generation

[batsyvie]

sure yeah the new trailer came out, but look at HER

[idledreams4]

mfw the psychiatrist actually does something helpful

[mordremrose]

I’m just gonna write a little thing! A little thought for Bloom, nothing too intense, just so I don’t forget it!

1000 words later? Whoops

Writing below the cut, major spoilers for the end of Heart of Thorns and implied End of Dragons spoilers but nothing explicit from EoD :]

Bloom

“Kill me, Commander.” Trahearne could hear his own voice tremble, as horror overtook his dear friend’s face. Around them all, their friends— Rytlock, Caithe, Canach, Marjory, Braham— were exhausted. Worn thin by the fight against the jungle dragon, both physical and within the Dream.

“What? No! Mordremoth is dead. We destroyed its mind from the inside.” The commander protested, their fingers curled around the hilt of Caladbolg.

“But I still hear its voice.” Trahearne looked down at his hands, twisted and blighted as they were. His body was not his— he was corrupted. It was only cruel fate that he had kept his mind this long. Or perhaps something more sinister.

“Mordremoth is alive. One last hateful vestige… a terrible seed, planted deep in my mind.”

Trahearne’s hands curled into fist, as he took a deep steadying breath.

“You must kill me, Commander, before that seed grows. Before… before Mordremoth reclaims what it has lost.”

He reached out now, hands on his friend’s shoulders. The tears streaming down their face broke his heart. He did not want this. He didn’t want to hurt them, to see them suffer so.

Trahearne wished there was another way.

“What is left of me can’t survive on its own, my friend.” He croaked, and felt the Commander tremble beneath his hands. Were they always so small?

“Strike now or—“

Against his will, a rage rose up. A sick bile that boiled in his stomach and burned through his chest as his mind lurched.

Through his mouth, Mordremoth spoke.

“I am the future! I am this world! You cannot destroy me!” The dragon roared, hands tightening around the commander.

“Run while you can!” It took everything he had left to force his fingers to uncurl, to release the commander even as the dragon wanted to tear them to shreds to be remade anew.

Caladbolg flashed in the corner of his eye.

“No!” The commander yelled. Strike true my friend! Trahearne wanted to yell. But he couldn’t, and his mind went dark.

There was no great explosion. There was no dying scream.

If you asked those present what happened, none of them gave any concrete answer.

Canach hesitated to answer, but would confirm that Mordremoth was no longer hounding his mind, or any of the sylvari.

All Rytlock would say was that the confrontation wasn’t pretty.

Caithe mourned Trahearne, in her quiet and melancholic manner, and asked not to push the matter further.

Braham would scowl, shake his head, and shove his way past, unwilling or perhaps unable to describe that final blow.

Marjory Delaqua, normally so elegant and clever with her words, who could see the twists of a plot before anyone else— when she was asked, she could only shake her head and reply ‘I don’t know’.

The Commander didn’t answer at all, because no one was able to find them to ask.

Eventually, researchers at the newly established lab of Rata Novus confirmed what the entire world held its breath to hear.

Mordremoth was dead. He had to be, to explain the slow steady trickle of magic escaping the jungle, supposedly as the dragon… decayed wasn’t the right word, but it conveyed the idea well enough. It was a slow death, they said, not quite the explosive reaction from Zhaitan, who had gorged itself on magic before its death, but a gradual decay. It changed things, about magic, about how the people of Tyria and the soon to be established Dragon’s Watch understood the flow of magic around and through the Elder Dragons. But it was dead.

It had to be.

He woke up. His body ached, as it always did, as he woke. A consequence of being too bigsmall. He stirred slowly, limbs stretching out and tail dragging behind. He had buried himself beneath massive vines this time, the weight of them both familiar and restricting. These conflicting sensations, the constant disagreement with himself… it was the only thing he could rely on. Even his name escaped his memory, although he could hear whispers of it on the edges of his mind.

Traherdremaneth.

It didn’t matter, really.

He moved slowly, not truly wanting to rise, but knowing he must.

He was something in between, and there was no stillness for him. No place of his own.

His one companion, if you could call it that, would be upon him soon. A dogged purserer, both a thorn in his side and a trusted ally, trailed behind him. For a time he thought they left him— and the feelings that had wrought left him stationary in a deep cave for nearly a week before they had reappeared.

He didn’t want them close, he knew that much, but they were one of the few things he had, a consistency. He couldn’t see them well, not with the distance between them, but he could always make out the broken blade at their hip. The one that made the scar across his chest ache.

He wondered what would happen if he let them get closer. Would they strike? Would they know him?

They were his enemyfriend. What would they make of him? Caution kept him at a distance from them.

The longer he was awake, the more memories he could half-remember.

The Orrian landscape stretches out before him and it reeks of his sibling, twisting beneath the dirt. The undead don’t notice him, not yet, and he can take a moment to look closer at the coral. It was neither alive nor dead. Not unlike himself and yet so different to him or anything he had ever encountered before.

He missed his siblings, their quiet talks among the then empty roots, among safe coils with their constant presence around him. They were too distant to feel or simply gone now and it unnerved him. This was wrong. Perhaps they could help him make it right.

There was one other thing, other than his sort-of companion and his unsteady roiling mind, that remained constant. And this was the true constant. A steady beacon, that he could not see or hear, but simply felt in a way that he could not describe. A magnetic sort of pull that had him orbiting closer and closer.

It drew him in, out of the depths and dark underbelly of the jungle and the cave systems, towards the strange golden stones, the elegant walls meant to keep out creatures that wished to destroy the beacon. He was not welcome there, not yet, even though he meant no harm. He just needed to be closer.

He didn’t know how he knew that. He just knew it.

[mh-midnight-wanderer]

Let's Talk about G3 Lagoona

Well as latina myself I need to talk about G3 Lagoona music video. First few positives: I like Lagoona's stage decorations and music is good. Is kinda similar populars songs in Latin America but the lyrics

Oh the lyrics...

Is literally definition of "spicy" latina stereotype on TV and movies

*sighs* Whoever is charge of this franchise though its would be great idea give latine character violent tendencies

MH G3 writers: But what about Clawdeen she's half latina too

Me: Yeah but you give her lighter skin tone and give her softer personality

I feel that only reason they add latine heritage to Clawdeen so they can excuse with her lighter skin tone..

Back to Lagoona. I don't know whats wrong with G1 Lagoona personality being friendly and easy going character. Do new MH writers thought she's boring character and need to "spicy" up little bit

It won't be problem right now if they keep original Lagoona's personality

Mattel executives: But hey there at least Latine representation that you always wanted. Is not like giving spotlight to Skelita, Batsy and Marisol

[hylianane]

Praying for G3 Batsy Claro… all the new dolls look rad and I just want to see my fellow tica again