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This is from the person who made the hate tier list and tagged authors in it.
At this point it just became obvious that they're trying to ruin the whole fandom but more so, they're just begging for attention.
Please do not interact with them and just report it because it's hate and goes against the platform policy.
Block and report because not only are they encouraging hate and harassment, they're also ruining fandoms and people's lives.
Stay safe from hate and never encourage it. 🩷
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I tried really hard to find a good variety of fics from a lot of authors, but putting together a fic rec list is kind of difficult. There are so many treasures I missed, so please don’t take it to heart if your fic did not get mentioned, and feel free to even recommend it be added!
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A long day in the liminal pool space
Hellooo! This is a bit weird 😭
Echo-Exco speaking from another account, better known as Enigma.
I just logged back into Tumblr and noticed that my account is simply… gone? I honestly don’t know what happened.
I’ve mostly been using this account lately (and yes, I already promised I’d continue with the art and other things— I’m working on it 😭), but when I tried checking my account, it just wasn’t there?
It’s honestly frustrating and concerning. I almost lost my Quotev account too! I genuinely don’t know what happened.
But I wanted to say this beforehand: I haven’t disappeared, and honestly, I don’t think I will.
It’s just that yeah… this is definitely not a pleasant situation 💔
OMG OMG I WAS ABOUT TO ASK U ON QUOTEV BUT I FELT LIKE IT WOULD BE RUDE 😭😭💔
I'm so glad you didn't disappear or had like some very serious and unpleasant stuff going on. I literally panicked when I checked your acc for updates and couldn't find you anywhere in my follow list💀
But I'm so glad you're doing ok i just exhaled in relief 😮💨. Anyway I'm so happy you're back and I appreciate you reaching out to me cuz i was really panicking 😭😭.
"that time of the month" "monthly visitor" "feminine hygiene products" GRRAH!!! SHUT UP SHUT UP!!! PERIOD!! MENSTRUATION!!!! TAMPONS!!! PADS!! MENOPAUSE!!!!!!!!!!!
VAGINA!!!!
The Incident
Before the incident, you were no one special.
Growing up, your family belonged to the middle class, your mother a waitress and your father a construction worker. You were an only child, raised by your grandmother from a very young age, as your parents were young and unfit to care for you. Choosing to spend their time working and partying with their friends rather than looking after their baby.
You hadn’t gotten into any of the colleges in your area, so you resulted in making a basic wage by working dual jobs. Saving up just enough money for some scrappy apartment on the outskirts of Gotham.
One afternoon, just before you were able to clock out of another grooly ten-hour shift, six masked women had smashed through the front windows, raiding the store.
The back room was dimly lit, with only a couple dusty desk lamps shedding any kind of light. You were shoved to the ground and forced to sit amongst the other victims while the women gathered whatever they came for. One of them, presumably the leader, began to count the people they had captured, when she stopped and took notice of you. It was the luck of the draw, really.
You were terrified, practically trembling as the barrel was shoved up against your temple, the hard shove against your front being the only warning to move.
You don’t remember much after that. Seeing four of the infamous masked fighters coming to rescue your fellow workers and subdue the other robbers. You, however, weren’t as lucky.
Just as the blunt edge of Robin’s katana was slammed into the side of the woman’s weapon, a shot rang out, echoing throughout the walls.
The weapon was knocked to the ground by the force, completely out of her reach, and she was wrestled to the ground by the vigilantes.
You’re not sure why you fell, but everything suddenly felt warm.
As the room around you grew dizzy, your head spinning from the impact, the world around you felt like it was slowly fading, blurring and darkening at the edges of your vision. The ground was growing sticky beneath you at a rapid rate, turning dark as the deep red liquid began to seep and pour out around you like a spreading fire.
You remember all four of the vigilantes rushing towards you, their faces twisted into panicked masks unlike anything you had ever seen, not even the one time when you had broken your arm as a child. They were more worried than your father would have been at the thought of you dead.
Oh... I’m dying.
You wanted to chuckle at how absurd it was. You were barely twenty four, and here you were, lying on the cold, dirty floor of a back room, shot through the chest.
Fuck, my chest hurts.
A deep, shaky breath left your lips, watching as the last few moments of your life were spent looking at the frantic and worried faces of Gotham's heros.
You weren’t sure why they were so devastated. They had all seen death before, first hand. You shouldn't have been any different. There was nothing special about you. You were just an average, worthless citizen, no friends, a shitty job, and an even shittier apartment.
Your hand moved to the hole in your chest, a pained scream ripping through your lips, your eyes squeezed shut.
Then it all went black.
Or.. at least it should have.
Instead, you woke up.
Gasping frantically for air, you looked around, your heart racing. The looks of the worried teens around you were inconsequential.
Your hands flew to your chest, clawing at the covered skin, looking for the bullet wound that had once been there. It's gone…
A deep, shaky breath left your lips, a relieved sigh following right after.
Then, you finally looked up to meet the eyes of your tenth grade literature teacher.
After the incident, you had found yourself flung back nine years into the past. However, this time, things were different from how you remember them to be.
Now, a cocky, billionaire’s son was claiming to be your best friend, your neighbours, who you vaguely remember having been old, crabby couples, were now completely different. Your old friends were nowhere to be found, And the ever prevalent vigilantes in Gotham seemed almost obsessed with you.
Read the full chapter here.
I NEED this
how it feels to read self insert/xreader fics of any media that follow the canon plot line
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I’m genuinely very grateful to you.
You’ve been really kind, and I’m truly happy to see those positive messages.
I wish I had something more to say, but I think my previous message already made it clear. Even so, I’m still very thankful, so thank you so much!
There’s really no need to worry about me. I’m trying to keep moving forward and improving.
That’s the cycle of being human after all 😃
Again, I hope you’re taking care of yourself too and having a wonderful day!
Don't worry honey, there's nothing to thank me for because your work means a lot to me and really helps me to keep on going forward.
But I was a bit more irritated than usual especially since I just saw someone post screenshots of that blog and respond to it, and let me tell you, I was utterly shocked but more so disappointed in the owner of the offending blog
Because there is a huge difference between constructive criticism and recommendations, and being rude and downright hating and insulting other people's works.
No matter what, those writers that person spoke ill of their works were by no means professional nor were they obligated in any way to write. It was simply because it was something they enjoyed and thought others would enjoy them as well.
Not to mention that perhaps some of those writers used their works as a means to lift up their own spirits, to distract them from maybe a harsh reality they lived in. My point is, their writings, however they are, meant a lot to them.
More so, the way that person talked and acted, they seemed like a self proclaimed inspector of fanfics and fandoms, especially when, and I quote "they never read the comics!. It's not canon!" Comments were presented by that person, as if they have read and analyzed and memorized each and every comic of DCU.
Even if by the very off chance that they were, in what world are you given the right to straight up conclude that someone's writing is bad? Because again, those writers are NOT obligated to write, and if they didn't then that person would have nothing to read and entertain themselves with.
If they said that it was merely their personal opinion, my reaction would be surely negative too but not as much as it is now. Because the audacity to act like a veteran and tag those authors who you have no idea what they are going through and what your actions are going to inflict on them, is quite astounding and more so disgusting.
If you don't like something, that's okay. We all have our preferences and tastes, but it is NEVER an excuse to entitle yourself to speak ill and degrade other people's works, especially if you can't offer something better.
Those writers have feelings too, and it's never okay to hurt someone's feelings.
Also, sweetie, please tag me in that post. Dw I won't send hate or anything (that would literally just go against everything I said), i just want to see what other people think of it since I just saw screenshots of that post.
I hope you have a lovely rest of day and always remember that there are people who love you and cherish you 💖.
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cardinal concept
yandere platonic batfam with a resurrected reader
a/n: because as much as i love neglected reader, dead (then alive again) reader just has so much potential
the dynamic duo, batman and robin. bruce wayne and dick grayson. then, you came along; a result of bruce’s irresponsible coupling with a young woman he’d long since forgotten about. you grow up in the nastier parts of gotham with your mother, where you’re forces to grow up faster and become more mature, until she has an accident.
after you’re mother’s untimely death, you find yourself under his care. bruce is hesitant and unsure, he’s already struggled with raising dick. he doesn’t want to fail you too. he dances around telling about batman until you happen upon the batcave, at your insistence and a few instances of you following them, he relents and lets you join.
suddenly, it’s batman, robin, and cardinal.
bruce is initially unsure what to do with you, even after you become cardinal. unlike with dick, who needed to become robin lest he go down a darker road, you’re only cardinal because of him. it draws out an agonizing guilt, causing bruce to practically coddle you. but you’re emotionally intelligent, in a way bruce isn’t, you’re able to communicate with soft words and gentle reasoning instead of shouting matches and tearful pouting like your brother. you’re his angel, his sweet, understanding angel. it reminds him of his own mother. you’re kind, empathetic disposition is everything bruce needs in his life. because yes, to him, your brother needs his guidance. but bruce needs yours.
as for dick his relationship is with you as simple as this: he’s the big brother and you’re the little sibling. you can fight and argue, but you two always make up and head off to snuggle or play. you’re bond grows stronger the more time you spend on patrol— having each other’s back, getting into trouble with batman— or at school— although you’re in a younger grade, you still see your big brother at school and go to him when you have problems— or at home— snuggled up, watching a movie and eating snacks provided by alfred— you two are extremely close.
you’re little of family of four— including alfred, of course— is tight-knit. you fight and argue but always make up and you’re always there for each other.
until dick becomes nightwing and a scruffy teen named jason todd joins you. as close as you are with your older brother and father, you bond with him far quicker. maybe it’s because of how close you are in age, or maybe it’s because of your shared past experiences.
the family dynamics shift and change, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. dick grows more distant, going off with the titans. but that’s to be expected, he’s grown up now. you still visit him, of course. and he still pops by to see you. bruce, you notice, softens, almost. he’s grown accustomed to parenthood. jason is your favourite change, though. a sibling close in age, but still younger, so can justify (playfully) bossing him around. your family isn’t perfect, but it’s yours and you love it.
then, jason and bruce start fighting. dick goes off world. a fight with bane leaves you injured and out of commission. it’s just a rough patch, you tell yourself. until, suddenly, jason’s birth mother contacts him. something’s off about it. you want to tell your dad, however, jason is adamant you shouldn’t. reluctantly, you don’t, opting to go along with him just in case.
your gut, as it turns out, was right. you’re injured and unable to do much as the joker captures you and jason. you’re helpless to watch as your brother, your sweet baby brother, is beaten mercilessly with a crowbar. your voice is hoarse from screaming during your own beating and your body is sore, but despite it all, you still rasp out pleas to let your brother go. one child will be effective enough. the joker can spare one. of course, in his cruelty, he doesn’t.
you’re left aching, battered, and bruised. the ticking of the bomb serves as the count to your death. jason, brave jason, tries to gather enough strength to get up. and maybe, just maybe, he could escape if he weren’t focused on trying to save you. he won’t listen to your pleas for him to go, to leave you behind. he’s adamant upon accompanying you to your doom.
you hear the final ticks. with all the strength you have left, you move towards him. you cannot save yourself. you cannot save him. all you can do is die beside him. pressing your forehead to his, the last thing you see is your little brother’s face before the final tick sounds and the ensuing explosion consumes you.
and that’s the end of it, your journey, your life. you’re buried alongside your brother in a sombre ceremony, your uniform cased in glass as a memorial to bruce’s failures. he becomes angrier, loses himself. he’s lost two of his children and is fighting with his only remaining one. dick, is utterly furious, with himself and bruce. he blames bruce. for letting his precious siblings die, for starting them all of this heroic crusade. he blames himself for not being there, for being distant with you and jason.
alas, time marches forwards and batman needs a new robin, in the form of one tim drake. he’s a clever kid, one way too smart for his own good. one you used to babysit while his rich parents were away to earn some extra cash. it wasn’t right, leaving him with no one his age to play with. so, when you could, you’d come over. you’d soothe his loneliness. and for that, he’s forever grateful.
your influence continues beyond your death. for you life has impacted so many. barbara gordan, for example, who viewed you akin to a little sister. who fought alongside you as batgirl. you were loved by many as (Y/N) Wayne. your friends and family still hold candles for you. even as they accept your lose, they never stop fully grieving for you and the lost potential brimming inside you. then, there are those who you impacted as cardinal. as a hero, you saved numerous lives, including that of one stephanie brown, who will forever feel indebted to you and strives to become just like you.
the justice league, who knew you as one of the first sidekicks, who functioned like extended family, mourn deeply for your loss and offer sympathies to your father and brother. they will remember you and your tenacity, carrying on their pursuit of justice with you in mind. certainly villains, such as poison ivy and even harley quinn, are enraged with the joker. while you could occasionally be a pain, you were their favourite kiddie hero. and of course the likes of selina kyle and talia al ghul, your father’s paramours, women who became like family to you.
cardinal will be forever immortalized in the hearts of heroes and villains alike, your legacy of compassion and kindness living on in memories transformed into stories, your death a testament to sacrifice and love and heroism— except, that isn’t how it ends, is it? no. your story doesn’t end with your death, it’s how it begins.
and your real story begins by waking in the constricting confined of your casket, bursting out with inhuman strength, fueled by the adrenaline boost, and digging your way out of your grave, the cool mud giving way to harsh ground until you break through the service. that night, that stormy gotham eve, is the day you are reborn.
you flee then wander the streets of gotham until you regain your mind. you remember, you remember everything and you, you don’t want to go back. not to your family, not to your friends, not the life you once knew. you were given a new life. and this life, you would live for yourself.
sans your old attachments, you live encumbered, untroubled by past woes. yet, you seem to forget your festering memory, the mark you’ve left on people. you forget that while you may be willing to leave your old life behind, they aren’t as willing to let you go. especially when they learn you’re within reach.
[SONG BIRD]
Platonic Yandere!Batfamily x Isekai'd!Reader
"Not that I'm expecting anything. But reincarnation is truly a mysterious thing, no?"
In another life, you died quietly. There is no grand sacrifice or tragic final words. Just a lonely ending swallowed by time.
And somehow… you woke up here—in unknown fictional reality. In a different world.
A crueler one.
A world of vigilantes, heroes, supervillain, and gods lurking over rooftops, blood-stained alleyways, and a city that never truly rest even in death. You don't remember everything from your past life aside from a small fragments of it.
A warm hands and a song someone that used to hum to you.
But for some reason… the strangers—whom they call themselves your family, look at you strangely. Especially Bruce wayne—Your father. a character you've only known in your past as a.. well.. character—like he already lost you once before. And why is that? How curious...
STATUS
—Ongoing
GENRE
Psychological Thriller • Family Horror • Reincarnation • Angst • Hurt/Comfort • Obsessive Familial Love • Identity Horror • Slow Burn Emotional Horror
WARNINGS
Yandere Themes • Emotional Manipulation • Possessiveness • Surveillance • Dependency • Implied Violence • Trauma • Unhealthy Familial Dynamics • Isolation
CHARACTERS
Bruce Wayne / Batman
Dick Grayson / Nightwing
Jason Todd / Red Hood
Tim Drake / Red Robin
Damian Wayne / Robin
Cassandra Cain / Orphan
Stephanie Brown / Spoiler
Duke Thomas / Signal
Barbara Gordon / Oracle
CHAPTER LIST
A Face You Don't Remember — Complete
The Way A Father Looks At You — Coming Soon
Birds Gather Around The Dead — Coming Soon
You Hum A Song You Never Learned — Coming Soon
Red Hood Doesn't Believe In Coincidences — Coming Soon
Two-Face Grief — Coming Soon
Lies, Tell Me Lies, Baby, Tell Me How You Hate Me — Coming Soon
I Can See It In Your Eyes, That You Need It Right Now — Coming Soon
NOTES
- Platonic yandere dynamics only.
- Reader is AFAB unless stated otherwise.
- Updates may be inconsistent.
- Reblogs and comments are appreciated.
starting series of this concept!
I understand wanting more "x gn!reader" and/or "x male!reader" but DO NOT harrass "female!reader" only writers please because that won't get you anywhere! I've been seeing a lot of people harrassing writers both here AND on wattpad because they only write "female!reader" fics, instead of writing the type of fics they want themselves or just looking in the right places
