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Item: A Soft Pillow Rarity: ⏶ Common
What's your comfort game?
Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.
Minecraft : D
hahaha...again!
Male writers writing female characters:
“Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards.”
‘ She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards’ is the greatest fucking sentence I have ever read.
THE ORIGINAL??
I think they would be friends.
[ID: A meme edit of Laios from Dungeon Meshi telling Maomao from The Apothecary Diaries, "I ate raw kraken parasite and got sick." Maomao says, "Why the fuck did you do that?" but thinks, "Based based based..." End ID]
The princess and the dragon✨💜
I want to see Durin make friends all over teyvat🥹 but i feel fischl’s friend group is just perfect for him!
the world's most beloved boy
He thinks everything a fucking game.
Idk how to word it out properly,
but what's ur take on any of the bats siblings noticing neglected reader in a age regressed state (probably finding them alone crying to themselves and clinging to an old stuffed toy mumbling like a child about not wanting to bother anyone in the family) and them wanting to be the parental figure to reader instead of their supposed sibling role?
(I kinda mean this in a way that they want to replace reader's idealized version of Bruce when they were younger/in their regressed state and be seen as the one who treats them like what they wanted as a kid when they came to the manor???, this thought was on a whim so take ur take on Alfred too maybe)
Well for starters:
imagine Batman had to take care of the rest of the Justice League members after a magic user turned them into toddlers/ kids
Bruce: *warms Clark's bottle*
Bruce: *sets Diana in a playpen*
Bruce: *burps Hal*
Bruce: *changes Ollie's diaper*
Bruce: *puts Barry on a child leash*
Bruce: *gives Arthur a bath*
Bruce: *puts J'onn in a Martian onesie*
Bruce: *gives Vic a green teddy bear*
Bruce: *sings Dinah a lullaby*
Bruce: *plays peek-a-boo with Zatanna*
Bruce: *holds a baby photoshoot for Carter and Shayera*
Bruce: *downloads Little Einstein for Ray*
Bruce: *puts an iPad in front of Ted*
Bruce: *starts training Billy to be Robin*
[later, back to normal]
Ollie: We're gonna pretend we don't remember all that?
Everyone: Yep.
My fave little guy
Billy telling them his identity when he hits 18 🙏
got told at lunch "you feel like Tumblr Incarnate" and i had to tell them i've been here for 13 years and counting. i was here three years before dashcon happened. i saw the mishapocalypse. i survived the gigapause. i've been here longer than the shoelaces post. i've been here since it was hipsters versus fandom and i played both sides extensively by overdoing the sepia filters on everything and making my own flashing galaxy gif edits for my fandom posts. i'm every tumblr. it's all in me
Oh ancient one what wisdom do you hold?
99% of callout posts are bullshit and just petty personal drama someone is escalating to get even on a grudge. do not engage with these, do not freelance as a cop
DNIs do not work. accept this. internalize that people you don't like will see your posts and engage with them. this is unavoidable and the sooner you make peace with it the freer your mind will be. block the freaks and don't sweat the small stuff
building a tight knit circle of fellow weirdos who vibe with your particular quirks and taste is infinitely more rewarding and sustainable than chasing the biggest numbers
don't respond to bad-faith arguments or bad takes; just block people, blacklist tags, filter post content, and move on. don't feed the trolls (or the bigots)
don't hate-follow
don't tag your hate (ex. if you're posting about how much you hate a ship, don't tag it as that ship, etc.)
don't feel obligated to keep following someone who posts stuff that upsets/depresses/angers/bores you just because you know them really well, or because you're mutuals, or because you used to like what they post. following is nothing personal and neither is unfollowing
op doesn't know you; avoid parasocial relationships
don't pick fights or reblog posts just to disagree/argue
spread joy and positivity in your circles
disable anonymous asks
how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny
Do you guys know how those yandere batfam giving neglected!Reader a sudden affection? Just imagine. since y/n is soo badly neglected they wouldn't recognize the affection the yan!Batfam is trying to give them like:
Dick who just pulled reader to him and hugged them tight as he could because he couldn't resist the cuteness overload he is getting from reader
And reader is resisting so much like– they're writhing, biting, kicking to escape because they think dick is chocking them
First they neglect reader? Then they kidnap reader, AND NOW THEY'RE CHOCKING ME???
And to make things worse than before, they got some balls trying to tell reader that– No, I'm not trying to manipulate you im just giving you some love.
Meh, meh, meh. U not giving me love, U just trying to suffocate me till I die.
And they're paranoid that they're going to die or get killed by the family because they can't recognize affection as they've never received such thing since they were on the manor
And of course reader had heard about it, they're not that dumb, they are just so neglected that they didn't get to figure out the meaning of it nor find out the feeling.
So they'll be like this;
dick: I love you so much because you're my baby bird, my light, my life and DON'T YOU EVER think that I will leave you someday because–
Reader who's panicking: GRAYSON IF WE'RE GOING TO DIE JUST SAY IT!! THERE'S NO TIME FOR THAT FUCKING NONSENSE YOU'RE SAYING
And;
Damian: would you like to hang out, dear sibling?
Reader: is it my last day on earth?
Damian: No–
And;
Tim coddling reader while sleeping peacefully:
Reader who haven't blink an eye because they think Tim will stab them on their sleep:
And:
Bruce who gives reader a gift:
Reader who just stares at the box: this is it. Im going to die. There's a bomb inside this, I just fucking knew it.
Ect..
So I was thinking of a Yandere Batfam x Marvel Reader where she gets her powers from a spider bite. This is where Yandere Spider Society comes into play since there's no way Miguel O'Hara wouldn't be alerted to a new spider girl. He could show up and get attached to the reader. Yandere Spider Society could also get attached.
Peni, Margo, and Gwen could be her sisters, Hobie, Pavitr, and Miles her brothers, Spider-Noir, Spider-Ham, and Peter her uncles, Jessica her mother figure, Lyla, and Mary Jane her aunties, Mayday her niece, and Miguel could be her new father figure! And this could also be the BatFam's breaking point that reader basically has a new family that loves her and will never let her go. Emphasis on NEVER, but reader's pretty much okay with that.
You don’t remember the spider bite.
Just the fever. The crawling sensation under your skin. And waking up to find yourself clinging to the ceiling of your bedroom in Wayne Manor, while Damian shouted and Bruce stared like you’d grown horns.
You thought—maybe—they’d care now. Pay attention. You had powers. You were special.
But instead, you got ignored, brushed off. “Don’t go out. Don’t use them. We don’t know where they came from.”
They shoved your existence back into the shadows. A family of vigilantes who didn’t want you at the table.
So, you left. And the multiverse opened.
Miguel O’Hara noticed immediately. A new anomaly. A spider-girl not in any canon, with no mentor, no recognition. Just raw power and radioactive instincts. He came through the portal personally.
He didn’t expect to find you—battle-scarred from Gotham’s alleys, tired eyes, a too-tight hoodie hiding scabbed knuckles and a shattered heart.
He scanned you. Blinked. Stared.
“…You’re one of us.”
You tilted your head. “One of who?”
They pulled you in like gravity. The Spider Society.
Peni gave you snacks and sticky-note reminders. “Family’s not blood. It’s web fluid, dummy.” Margo made you custom suits and taught you how to glitch on beat. Gwen taught you to flip with style. Miles introduced you to his world’s bodega cats.
Even Hobie, chaotic as ever, sat cross-legged on your ceiling and said, “You’re not alone anymore, yeah?”
Jessica told you she was proud. Peter B. hugged you. Noir told you stories in the rain. Lyla gave you sarcastic nicknames. Mayday drooled on your shoulder and gripped your finger with her tiny hand like it was the only thing holding her up.
And Miguel? Miguel looked at you like something sacred. “You don’t have to prove anything. You’re ours now.”
Meanwhile in Gotham…
They noticed you were gone. Finally.
No trace. No signal. Just silence.
Then… photos.
You, in a red-and-black suit, laughing. Web-slinging. Sitting on Hobie’s shoulders. Hugging Gwen. Eating arepas with Miles. Holding Mayday.
Bruce’s hand clenched around the photo. Jason’s jaw locked. Damian tore a punching bag in half.
Their little spider was smiling. Glowing.
With them.
So they tried to bring you home.
They crossed the dimensional barrier. They found you.
But before they could say a word, twenty spider-heroes blocked the path. Miguel at the front, gaze like sharpened obsidian.
“She has a family.”
“She’s ours now.”
“She doesn’t want you.”
You peeked out from behind them, calm. Peaceful. Maybe even smug.
“Hey, Bats,” you said, voice soft but deadly. “You only cared when someone else did. That’s not love.”
You walked away, surrounded by webbed protectors.
And the Batfam, for the first time, realized what true loss tasted like.
Yandere Epilogue Bonus:
Miguel’s claws curl protectively around your shoulder as he watches them disappear back through the portal.
“They’ll try again,” he growls.
You nod, already knowing.
“Let them. They’ll never get through the web.”
Because this time… the family you had? Would kill for you.
And you? Honestly?
You’re okay with that.