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FUTABA !?!? 𝇃 Masterlist Lesbian
𝇄 𝇃⠀파란색 ͜͡!? AboutME / 18 LV!? Rules
Hi!!
Sooo, it's been a while since I've posted here. I think the last time I posted a proper story was like 6 or 7 months ago, I honestly don't remember.
Anyway, this is just an announcement to let you know that I'm still living a life. I haven't quit Tumblr or anything like that, I've just been busy this week, you know, Christmas, New Year's, and family stuff like trips.
So many things happened while I was inactive (like going to see FNAF in theaters and ending up throwing up, but that's a story for another day, LOL).
Anyway, this is a little preview of the story I'll be posting today or tomorrow, depending on how long it takes me to fix the mistakes
(I just realized I'll be posting the story on the same day I first started posting on Tumblr.)
Anyway, thanks also for all the lovely messages you left me while I was on hiatus. It makes me happy that even though I was inactive, people kept patiently waiting for my updates.
But how Okay, I'll catch up on the Coraline Reader and Madoka Reader stories later when I finish the stories I promised to upload and the requests I still have to upload lol
Have a nice day!!
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টাকা ⟡ ⌒ ⃝ 。 ゚ 🎧. ( _ _ ˘) っ
AboutME
Hiii!! My name is Val but you can call me berry or braw >>>
I'm a beginner writer so don't expect much from me, most of my stories are very short or one shot, I have a variety of stories if you're interested in the yandere or negleted reader type
Almost all my stories are platonic but I also have a little romance, I'm not someone who writes a lot of smut, maybe my stories become a little suggestive but I'm not such a fan of writing them since I don't have so much experience
I have some alt accounts but this is my main one in which I upload all my content
I'm not so active on tumblr, but don't worry!!! Most of the time it's just because I'm busy with my studies or because I'm procrastinating, or sometimes both lolololol
I have no problem with pronouns so you can refer to me with any pronoun, although most of the time I use SHE | THEY
I'm multifandom but the content of this account is completely focused on DC / DCU
Some of my fandoms are | mha, persona 5, ddlc, fnaf, Brawl Stars, crk, Skullgirls, stranger things, pjsk, vocaloid, jjk, evangelion, csm, invincible, hetalia, the boys, death note, minecraft, Among others that I'm too lazy to mention
I LOVE music, most of my tastes are summarized in hyperpop, experimental music and pop in general (although sometimes I listen to rock)
I'm a big fan of movies and video games
I am the definition of chronically online
I'm Latina, from Paraguay to be exact!! (Since apparently many people believed not ironically that I was Mexican just because I was Latina Lol)
I'm seriously considering writing about Peacemaker or the DCU in general.
I mean, most of the cast are lowkey hot ngl 👅
Besides, it bothers me that I can't find enough fanfics about Chris and Harcourt, because NO ONE is writing anything 💔🥀
I should start writing about the DCU👀👀👀👀
Yessss👅👅👅🔥🔥🔥🔥
No😢💔
Hello! Can I make a fanfic based from the magical girl reader x platonic Batfam? It's more like I got inspired from your idea and would want to make a fanfic out of it, but I wanted your permission if I could,
HIII!!
Sorry for the late reply.
To be honest, I have no problem with people using my stories as inspiration or references. The only thing that would bother me is if someone translated my stories without permission and passed them off as their own.
But other than that, I have no problem with someone using one of my ideas. It's actually flattering when someone uses my stories as a reference or inspiration.
Besides, I've often taken inspiration from other stories myself, so getting angry about something I've also done is quite hypocritical.
You don't have to ask me if you want to use my stories as inspiration. The only time you need my approval is to translate them and upload them to another app :)
Sooo umm, I want to show some comics I bought today.
I'll probably spend all week reading these, plus I also have to wait for my delivery of the Absolute comics because they're not sold in my country yet 💔
And YES, of course I bought these comics specifically for THOSE panels ✌️✌️😂😂😂❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹
After so long, my desire to write had returned, but now my school exams are starting, and I swear I'm at my limit.
I wanted to at least show signs of life this month, but the last few months I've been busy with school and other activities (you know, to clear my mind).
But since I'm in my last year of school, the exams are getting harder. I have like 5 presentations in November, plus finals, and let's just say my grades aren't anything to be proud of.
My ass is cooked nahh💔💔💔
Maybe I'll come back for December, Christmas, or New Year's, I don't know.
Or if I'm lucky, by the end of November, but I really won't be posting anything important these months, at least until my exams are over.
(And I'm also changing my blog because I got a bunny and I really love it. The best thing that's happened to me this year btw.)
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An anon asked me what I've been doing all this time while writing, and this is all I have...lol
I changed my aesthetic a bit because I didn't really like it that much, but I'm still trying to make my stories longer and more complex. I really enjoy writing and improving my writing, and I don't want to publish stories that I feel are mediocre, because I know I have potential. So, publishing something that even I don't like is garbage.
I know there are people who read my stories, and I feel that they also deserve quality content after waiting so long for updates. So, yes, I spent most of my time writing these two stories.
After so long, my desire to write had returned, but now my school exams are starting, and I swear I'm at my limit.
I wanted to at least show signs of life this month, but the last few months I've been busy with school and other activities (you know, to clear my mind).
But since I'm in my last year of school, the exams are getting harder. I have like 5 presentations in November, plus finals, and let's just say my grades aren't anything to be proud of.
My ass is cooked nahh💔💔💔
Maybe I'll come back for December, Christmas, or New Year's, I don't know.
Or if I'm lucky, by the end of November, but I really won't be posting anything important these months, at least until my exams are over.
(And I'm also changing my blog because I got a bunny and I really love it. The best thing that's happened to me this year btw.)
⎯⎯ㅤ lollipop chainsaw
Jason Todd × Fem! Reader
Note | English is not my first language | M.list
A | N / I love Lollipop Chainsaw so much, it's a shame there isn't a remake of the game yet, Juliet I love you
TW | Blood, violence, slight mention of mutilation, sexual themes (nothing graphic), Spoilers for the game (mild), Jason is a suck loser because i said so
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Everything had happened so fast; it was a normal morning in high school.
Jason had finally worked up the courage to confess his love for you after school was over.
You met him because he was your tutor once for a literature exam. You were told that if you didn't pass it, you would be stripped of your position as leader of the cheerleaders.
From that moment on, Jason felt that crush in his heart.
Every time he saw you, he felt his cheeks heat up and his heart beat faster than normal, as if he were running a marathon.
Love was strange and unusual for him. He knew there was a good chance you would reject him, and that would make him the laughingstock of the whole school for believing a nerd like him would have a chance with the most popular and beautiful girl in school.
But dreaming wasn't out of the question. He had prepared everything for this special day.
He had written a romantic note; it was a beautiful poem that he would leave in your locker during first period. Putting at the end of the note that you see him after school.
Nothing could go wrong. He'd been planning for months how he would propose and the things he would say if you rejected him, since he didn't want to look like an idiot after your rejection.
But something went wrong, so wrong.
As he walked through the lonely school field, he heard screams coming from the other side.
Out of nowhere, he saw people starting to run desperately, crying for help.
Was this some kind of joke?
"What the-" Before you could complete your sentence, you heard your voice screaming from afar while you were carrying...
A chainsaw!?
"Jason, watch out!!" You screamed with all your might while running as fast as your legs could carry you.
"Uh? What do you mean...?" He turned his head only to find himself staring at what was supposed to be a zombie, A FUCKING ZOMBIE.
"What the hell!?" He could barely react when he felt the zombie lunge at his arm and then bite him.
He felt his flesh tearing apart; even though he had a jacket on, that didn't mean it fully protected him.
He fell to the ground as a scream of pain came out of his mouth. You quickly approached him and cut the zombie in half.
"Oh my god! Jason, are you okay?!" You knelt next to his injured body; you felt his arm begin to spasm.
It was clear he was infected.
"I... oh shit, this hurts-" He gestured in pain as you held him in your arms. Would he sound like a complete virgin if he said out loud that there was something sexy about you holding him like this?
"God, this feels so bad. Everything's ruined now..."
He felt his body go into small spasms, and his mind began to cloud with pain.
"(Name)...there's someone I need to tell you before I become...well, you know, one of them..." You nodded, distressed. He reached for your hand, and you quickly took it, as if you were afraid that everything you had left of him would disappear.
"I know it's stupid to do this when...when I'm about to die, but..." His voice grew fainter and more tired, and with his last breath, he would say how much he felt about you.
"I...I love you (Name)...I love you so much, and you're the best thing that's ever happened to me..."
Jason felt like a complete loser now. He felt like he wanted to cry.
He didn't know if he wanted to cry because of the pain in his arm or because he knew he would die and never have the chance to see you or hear your beautiful voice again. The smile was too loud for his taste, but he still liked it.
"Oh, Jason... I love you to.."
You gave him one of those smiles you always gave everyone, but this time it was special because it was genuine and meant for him.
"Well... that was quite unexpected... I didn't think you'd accept my feelings." He let out a small laugh before feeling his vision blur and his eyes begin to blur.
"Jason, no!"
You could feel his heart begin to slow down and his skin begin to take on a strange color.
The only thing you could hear in that empty space were your sobs as you hugged Jason's body.
"No! I won't let you die!"
You said, quickly getting up from the ground and starting your chainsaw.
"Uh...? What do you mean by that?"
Jason asked, confused. You two were supposed to be having a sad, yet romantic moment.
"Sorry for what I'm about to do, babe!"
You raised your chainsaw and pointed it right at his neck. Jason felt like his soul had just left his body.
"Wait, what? No! (Name), wait a second, you shouldn't-"
His sentence was cut off by the sound of the chainsaw approaching his neck. All he could hear before closing his eyes was a small "I love you!" Which was almost drowned out by his scream of fear as he felt your chainsaw cut into his neck.
And that's how Jason ended up with a head attached to your hip by a chain.
Jason waited for many fates before becoming a zombie, but he never thought you'd perform a ritual to bring him back to life as a disembodied head.
Jason was starting to believe that becoming a zombie wasn't such a bad option after all.
Although he wouldn't lie, there was something about him that he liked being able to feel your ass on the back of his neck.
God, if he still had his cock, it would most likely be hard...
But leaving those virgin thoughts aside, the view from your waist wasn't so bad.
At least he wasn't a mindless zombie walking around the school looking for fresh meat.
Plus, he was a great help when it came to preventing attacks from behind.
He was like a guide since he knew the high school best; they needed to get out of there as quickly as possible.
The school wasn't a safe place and it was too big, and you could easily get lost if you didn't have a map, but you could be sure that Jason would guide you around the place.
"Honey, a zombie on your right!"
Jason warned, while you were too busy slicing into a zombie that crossed your path.
"Thanks, babe!"
You giggled as you cut the zombie in half with your chainsaw.
Jason sometimes wondered where you got so much strength from. He knew that chainsaw was heavy, but you carried it like a bag.
In addition to your amazing acrobatics and jumps, which would easily humiliate any gymnast.
"You've been very quiet this time. Is something wrong, Jay?"
You called him by his usual affectionate nickname. Jason had been much quieter than usual.
Most of the time, he spent talking about some book he'd read or telling jokes that weren't funny but still made you laugh.
"Oh...nothing, it's just..." He hesitated. These last few days had seemed too strange. He'd never thought about being trapped in a school full of zombies with only his head. "I just haven't gotten used to not having...you know...my body."
You nodded, understanding what he was saying. You knew it was a selfish decision to leave him with only his head, but Jason's body was almost completely infected, and his head was the only thing that wasn't infected yet.
"Relax! When we get out of here, I'll get you a new body. There's nothing magic can't fix!"
Jason just laughed at your comment, sometimes wondering how you were still so optimistic after everything you'd been through.
Something in Jason always wondered if you and he were the only survivors.
You tried using an old radio you found, but it wouldn't connect to any network or signal.
"Whatever you say, princess."
A small blush formed on your cheeks at the nickname Jason gave you. He seemed very resistant to the nicknames you gave him, as if he thought he didn't deserve all your affection.
You walked through the abandoned, blood-soaked halls of the school, humming a little song you'd heard on the radio once with your older sister.
"Uh... did you hear that, Jay?"
You said, sharply turning your head toward the sound. A voice crackled as if trying to speak from a broken radio.
"What do you mean-?"
Jason could barely finish his sentence when you ran down the hallway looking for the source of the noise.
Jason felt like his head was jerking from the way you ran and jumped, dodging the zombie bodies and other things lying on the floor.
He could swear he was about to throw up, even though it was biologically impossible since he didn't have a stomach or organs.
"Ugh, we're here," you said tiredly, stopping at the teachers' lounge. The noise was coming from that place, and you were beginning to clearly understand the words of that mysterious person.
But you saw that the room was full of zombies, some of them seemed to have evolved and become more grotesque than they were.
Disgusting.
That's all you could think about when you smelled that unpleasant odor. You braced yourself and started your chainsaw, holding it as if it weighed absolutely nothing to you.
"Jay, get ready, this is going to get A little shaky!"
You didn't let Jason answer and kicked the door open, sending him flying and crashing into a zombie. Great, you already had one eliminated.
"Pretty legs..."
Was all Jason could whisper when he saw you do. My God, what did the high school feed its cheerleaders to make them so strong?
At that moment, Jason felt like a princess in distress, and you were her prince, coming to save her from those horrible zombies.
Although he wouldn't complain either; the last time he was in your arms felt so good.
Jason was too busy fantasizing about being saved by someone as fucking sexy as you that he didn't notice you just killed all the zombies in minutes.
You hated that zombies were so weak. There were very few zombies in the school worth fighting, and you'd already defeated most of them.
You approached the small radio on the table and looked curious, waiting for the person to speak again.
"Is anyone there?"
The voice sounded like a boy's. He seemed worried but curious at the same time.
That voice was enough to snap Jason out of his thoughts. Had he heard correctly?
That voice was all too familiar.
"Oh! Yeah, I'm (name) from Gotham High School. Who are you?"
Your voice remained as happy as ever. At least you knew you and Jason weren't the only survivors.
"Thank God... I thought no one would answer." The boy let out a nervous laugh. You moved the radio so you could hear better since the signal wasn't the best.
While Jason felt like his soul had left his body again, it couldn't be him...
He couldn't. He would feel too humiliated if the person he thought he was turned out to be who he thought.
There was no way this was happening to him. Was this really supposed to happen to him when he was in such a humiliating and pathetic situation?
There was a moment of silence on the radio until that voice spoke again.
"I'm Dick Grayson. It's nice to know there are still survivors."
You just nodded before speaking.
"Well, the truth is, I'm not the only survivor. I'm with my boyfriend, Jason Todd!"
You were too naive to realize the bombshell you dropped when you blurted out those words.
"Jason... Jason Todd!? Wow, I didn't think he'd still be alive. Can you put me through to him?"
Dick seemed cheerful and eager to talk to Jason. It seemed like he was too important to Dick, since the moment you mentioned Jason's name, Dick's tone abruptly changed.
"Well... there's a slight problem with that..."
Shit
This is so corny omg....
While I was writing this I remembered that I had the game installed so I started playing it while I wrote, I know this has nothing to do with it but Juliet was my lesbian hear me out btw🗣🗣🗣
I'm so fucking stupid, I was supposed to save the fanfic that I was supposed to finish and I ended up uploading it, so the person who saw that without finishing it forgot everything you saw, it's not real🙏🙏
Soo umm...hi gays
After so much time, my vacation has started (in my country lol) so I'll be active this week and I'll be enslaving myself to complete the stories I promised :3
⎯⎯ㅤ it feels like dreaming
Batfam Yan! × Jellyfish! Reader
Note | English is not my first language / M.list
A | N | Jellyfish are my favorite animal, they're so cute and silly, maybe I'll make a shark! Reader one later
TW | yandere behavior, toxic relationships, obsession, isolation, Platonic
What's the point of crying if no one's going to come and comfort you?
You learned that as a child, a jellyfish abandoned in the middle of the sea.
Floating among the currents, guided by the stars and the waves of the sea, aimlessly chasing something that seemed so far away.
Destined to float around, searching for something that seemed nonexistent.
Your body shines like a star, illuminating the sea at night, guiding the fish to their destination. You were like a candle lit at the bottom of the sea.
A candle whose wax was slowly beginning to melt, a candle that longed for rest.
You simply existed. There was no explanation for your existence, nothing else humans would ever be able to explain.
But was there anything that was capable of explaining?
Many people along the seashore used to see you shining at night. They called you "the blue signal" or "the ocean light."
You were like those phenomena that had no explanation. It was the kind of phenomenon that people associated with some kind of paranormal activity or some kind of god.
But no one could really explain it, not even you.
Were you ever anything more than this? Were you created for this?
So many questions and no answers
Sometimes you used to go to the surface. You used to go during the day, but you stopped after getting too close out of curiosity to the kid, or little human, as you liked to call those of his kind.
You got too close, and the kid mistook you for a monster, so he threw one of his plastic buckets where he collected shells at you, hitting you on the head.
You could still remember the pain you felt after that. That kid was really strong. You could still remember his emerald eyes and his look of disgust when he saw your head sticking out of the water.
So now you started going at night. The waters were calmer, and there was no one on the beaches.
Sometimes you wished you could just leave here, to be able to walk like other humans, but your skin was like jelly, so sticky and flexible.
You would be easy prey for any predator outside, just looking from afar.
Your organs were transparent to your body. It would be strange for any human to see someone walking down the street with strange hair and their organs completely transparent to others.
No one would ever be able to accept someone like you. Not even jellyfish accepted you, and they were practically the same species.
If they didn't even choose you, why would anyone else?
You were so focused on your thoughts that you didn't even see the huge wave coming toward you as your body floated.
You could barely react when the sea threw your body into something hard.
Maybe you hit a rock or coral, but it hurt too much.
You didn't even know where you were; maybe you crashed into a pier.
That would cause you problems; you couldn't let any human see you.
But the pain was too much. You could feel the air in your lungs diminishing.
Your body fainted so easily, losing consciousness.
The waves dragged your weak body toward the shore where a shadow slowly approached your wounded body.
Bruce looked curiously at the enormous fish tank in the Batcave.
A few days had passed since he picked up your unconscious body on the seashore.
The simple fact of your appearance fascinated him so much, to the point where he wondered why he was so interested in you.
There was something about you that attracted him that he couldn't explain; it's as if he were the metal and you were the magnet.
And he wasn't the only one fascinated by you; Damian was the most interested in you.
The night Bruce brought you to the mansion, Damian said he'd already seen you once. He still remembers when he threw the bucket at your head.
At first, Damian pretended not to care and thought you were some strange mystical creature like Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster.
He occasionally went to the Batcave to feed you; maybe the smell of fish food would wake you up.
But when he threw the food in, your tentacles on your head would automatically pick it up, as if Your body was programmed to grab food even if you were asleep.
Dick really liked your presence even though you didn't even speak, and only your sleeping body floated around the fish tank.
He liked to stick his hand in your fish tank. It was something he did every time he went to the Batcave, and it was something Damian hated.
"Grayson, stop touching her fish tank! You'll make it dirty!"
The younger one said angrily as he pulled his brother's hand away from your fish tank. He was never going to admit it, but he'd become overprotective of you.
He said he was simply worried because, after all, you were a kind of animal, and he would never forgive himself if an animal got hurt.
"Calm down, Damian, I just washed my hands," Dick tried to calm Damian down, showing him his freshly washed, clean hands.
"It doesn't matter! Stay away from her anyway." Damian spent his time cleaning the glass of your fish tank, arguing that he should clean Dick's germs.
Dick could only laugh at Damian's possessive behavior.
Although he wouldn't lie, he was also starting to feel more than just curious about you.
Tim was the most curious about you. I asked Bruce thousands of questions about what you were and where you came from.
He had to know what you were; he was a detective. It was only natural that he wanted to solve the mystery of what you were.
Although Bruce I restricted him in many ways, not even letting him touch you.
I was so curious about what your skin would feel like. If Bruce could touch you, why can't he?
He liked watching you from afar; you were like some kind of giant, half-human jellyfish.
He was determined to find out as much as possible about you as soon as you woke up.
He has a whole hard drive on his computer dedicated to you, even photos of you too close to your face.
Although no one in the family was supposed to find out, Damian would kill him for getting too close to you.
Jason was the last to find out; he was hardly ever in the mansion and was more isolated from all of them.
So he was very surprised when he saw a human who looked like a jellyfish floating in a giant fish tank in the Batcave.
At first, he didn't like you. He tried to touch you out of curiosity once and ended up electrocuted because of you.
At least now he knows he has to be careful with you if he doesn't want to end up roasted.
When he was the first to finish patrolling, he liked the moments alone with you; he quite liked the glow of your body.
Your light made the darkness of the The Batcave won't affect him that much.
I hated to admit it, but I felt jealous when someone else in the family spent too much time with you, even though you weren't even interacting with anyone since you were asleep.
I just hoped you'd wake up soon. I couldn't stand having to look at you through glass for so long.
You felt a light approaching your eyes, the water felt different.
Everything was so quiet, all you heard were the small sounds of someone talking.
How long had you been unconscious?
Your body moved, causing small bubbles to form in the water.
Your vision stopped blurring, and you saw a pair of eyes staring at your awake figure.
"She woke up..."
Damian was the first to speak as soon as he saw you wake up.
You saw a huge figure approaching you, so you instinctively moved away, scared.
You weren't used to interacting with real humans; being so close to them made you nervous and scared.
"Calm down." Bruce tried not to sound so intimidating to you. He knew you were scared, and he didn't want to make you more nervous. "We won't hurt you. You can trust me."
You could see him getting closer to your fish tank; something in you told you not to believe him.
But it was the first time someone had behaved so gently toward you.
Growing up your entire life in the ocean without any kind of family took a toll on you.
You distrusted everyone; no one was there for you throughout your life. And that someone would show so much affection towards you felt strange.
But something in you made your body move towards the glass that separates you from him. Fearfully, you placed your hand on the glass.
Bruce could notice how the tentacles on your head were moving more than usual.
Instinctively, he also placed his hand on the glass. Compared to yours, his hand was much larger, and the calluses and scars on his hand were noticeable.
A small, almost invisible smile formed on Bruce's face. At least it seemed like you trusted him a little.
"See? You don't have to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you. You can trust me." Even with the sweet words coming out of his mouth, that serious tone remained.
In Bruce's eyes, you were such a cute and tender little thing; you were so fragile and scared.
I could swear that if you had a shell, you would hide there every day.
Bruce's initial plan was that when you woke up and You'll recover. He'd return you to the sea.
But maybe he changed his mind...
You were too fragile and weak; you wouldn't survive for so long in the sea, or so he thought.
It wouldn't be such a bad idea to keep you in this aquarium for your entire life.
You were like a glass cup; if you weren't careful, it could slip from your hands and shatter into pieces.
And he couldn't bear the thought of you leaving. During this time watching you, he felt something he couldn't explain.
He needed to protect you; he couldn't let anyone get their hands on you.
You were his.
It didn't matter if he didn't want to keep you with them; your opinion wasn't something he'd count for right now.
He was sure you wouldn't miss your home, if you ever had one.
You were completely useless out of the water; you couldn't escape them even if you wanted to.
So be a good little fish and behave yourself.
They're sure you'd enjoy staying.
You don't have a family or a place to stay. Where to go?
Do you want to go back to that dark, empty sea?
They're sure your answer will be no, and even if that wasn't your answer, it doesn't matter.
From the moment Bruce laid his hands on you and brought you to the mansion, you signed your own death sentence.
They'll take better care of you than you can imagine. You just have to forget about everything.
Why do you need to go back to the sea when you have them?
I'm back
Yeiiii
This gonna flop btw
Do you have an Ao3 account?
Yes, I have an account!
But I don't really use it. I only use it to read fanfics, but I haven't uploaded or written anything. If you see an account there that posts my stories, IT'S NOT ME!!
But maybe in the future I'll post something there :3
Guess who's back 🗣🗣🗣
After waiting so long, there's finally a 3rd chapter. After several pleas (and threats) to update the story, I finally did. Yayyyy
This chapter was supposed to be 7k words because it would be some kind of 1k follower special, but I'm only at 2k words, so I don't know if I'll make it to the goal.
(And don't worry, "Goodbye World" fans! I'll also update the story very soon :33)
⎯⎯ㅤ Digital Girl
Batfam Yan! × Scene! Reader
| Platonic |
Note / English is not my first language / M.list
A / N | I don't know much about scenecore so this is just a very superficial view, if there are any mistakes please correct me (|||´Д`) !!
TW / Yandere behavior, obsession, violence, toxic relationships, manipulation
Headcanon | How would they react to a scenecore batsis?
Character | Dick Grayson | Jason Todd | Tim Drake | Damian Wayne | Bruce Wayne
⎯ Bruce Wayne ★
He'd be surprised the first time.
Don't take this the wrong way, it's just...well, he's pretty new to all of this.
He tries to be an understanding father, but I feel like he'd be the kind of father who'd say it's all a phase; he just hopes this phase of yours doesn't last too long.
He's not a strict father (well, maybe a little, or maybe too much), but he wants you to understand that it's best for you.
He wouldn't like you to wear too many bracelets or bangles on your arms because he's afraid your skin would get irritated or leave marks.
He'd never forgive himself if something happened to his baby.
If you tried to dye your hair, his hair would be a big no-no.
He'd only let you dye your hair if you begged him all week and told him to let him choose the color and let him dye your hair.
There wouldn't be any problems with your way of dressing, although it would depend on how colorful and extravagant your outfits are.
Most of your family tends to wear dull, muted colors. You could only occasionally see Dick in a brightly colored shirt, but most preferred duller or less flashy colors.
That way, you'd definitely draw a lot of attention with your outfits.
If you two ever go to a gala, he WON'T let you dress like that. Look, he doesn't judge you (even if he does).
But he thinks you should find another, less flashy "style." He loves you the way you are, but sometimes he wishes you were as obedient as other young people.
He's afraid that at some point you'll become rebellious and escape his complete control.
He should, no, he needs to control everything about your life.
Even your style of clothing. He just wants you to be a normal child.
He knows how cruel the world is to people as different as you.
He's just in some kind of midlife crisis, and your teenage "rebellion" isn't helping much.
He'll get over it eventually
⎯ Dick Grayson ♥︎
He'd be the one who best handled this.
I get the idea that Dick also went through some emo or alt phase, so he's pretty understanding about this.
Most of your accessories, like bracelets and makeup, were bought or made by Dick.
He likes to sneakily create bracelets with his initials on them so others know who you are.
Even though he pretended to be a cool brother, he's just as possessive as the others.
Just because he was "nice" to you doesn't mean he won't manipulate you.
He'd take any opportunity to be around you.
Oh! You want to dye your hair? Don't worry, your brother Dick conveniently has the color you wanted!
You can dye your hair like him and match with him! He's the kind of guy who's very obsessed with your tastes.
He wants to be the best brother to you, so don't be scared because he's too intense.
Also, I think he'd listen to hyperpop just for you. It's not his type of music, but he'd just listen to it to spend time with you.
He's not the best, but at least he tries, umm...
⎯ Jason Todd ♣︎
He doesn't really care.
He'd be like,
"Oh, you're scene? Cool."
One of the things he'd be least bothered by is your clothing style or appearance.
I mean, as long as you don't do anything stupid, he wouldn't mind.
Although I think he'd buy hair dye in all sorts of colors and literally turn your hair into a fucking rainbow, just to piss off Bruce because he knows you're not allowed to dye your hair without Bruce's permission.
He'd kill anyone who dares say anything negative about you or make fun of how you dress.
He wouldn't allow any bastard to talk bad about his sister.
He'd listen to hyperpop while reading or doing some activity like reading or kicking criminals' asses. I think it would be pretty funny.
He'd probably only listen to it because you asked him to, but I think eventually he'd start to like that style of music, but he'd never say it out loud
⎯ Tim Drake ◆
He'll pretend he doesn't care, but he really cares.
I could say he's one of the most obsessive people; he knows everything about you.
Maybe he knows you better than you know yourself; he has a folder full of your interests or possible interests in a private file on his computer.
He'll spend hours on the internet searching for information about it. If he wants to get close to you, he has to be smart.
He's like a predator.
He analyzes his prey and then attacks.
I think his approach would be subtle. It has to be smart and not too aggressive. He doesn't want to scare you into thinking he's some kind of creepy guy (if he is).
I think he would start slowly, with small comments about your appearance.
"Oh! You look pretty nice today!" or "That shirt really matches your outfit!"
Then, make comments about your interests, and he'd start getting closer and closer to you. He's not like the others.
If he wants to have you in his hands, he'll have to do it slowly and calmly. He's very good at hiding his true intentions.
I think he'd spend hours trying to find the best hair dye for you. He doesn't want your hair damaged because you decided to buy a poor-quality one.
Also, if you want to take a picture, don't worry! He'll be your personal photographer.
He takes the best photos on your blog. He's always taking pictures of you secretly. I'm pretty sure he knows all your good sides.
The only reason he's interested in all of this is because of you.
He'll do anything to be near you, even if it means changing all his interests to match yours.
⎯ Damian Wayne ♣︎
He thinks it's ridiculous.
He'd make pretty offensive comments saying you look like a clown or some kind of Joker Jr.
He'd be the worst when it comes to this; he doesn't know what's so interesting about dressing like a walking rainbow.
Be prepared for the mockery and passive-aggressive comments (though they're more aggressive than passive).
Even if he'd eventually accept it, halfway.
Sure, he'd still think it's completely ridiculous and pathetic, but he'd only accept it because it's you (and deep down, he thinks some of your outfits are pretty cool).
But he still WON'T ALLOW anyone to make fun of the way you dress.
you still remember the time he got suspended for a week from school for hitting on a kid who said your way of dressing was stupid
He's the only one allowed to make fun of your ridiculous way of dressing.
Also, I think he'd be drawn to your bracelets and shoes, if you're the kind of people who wears those long shoes, I think he'd really like them.
He'd indirectly ask you to give him one of your bracelets because he thinks they're pretty. Maybe he'd give you some accessories like colorful belts or a hair accessory.
He'd really pay attention to your makeup; depending on how colorful or extravagant your makeup is, he'd like it.
He secretly listens to the music you recommend. No kidding, some of it is actually quite good, so he even put it on his playlist.
He's more or less supportive of all this. He's grateful that his jokes about your appearance have lessened.
Although he'll most likely continue to make jokes about your appearance when he gets bored of being a good person.
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